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missswritesalot · 1 month

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Can I request something with Robb stark x shy reader. She is very quiet and a good wife too rob, but she loves seeing him be a true king to his people so when someone comes along and tries to knock him down a few pegs she speaks up and reminds said person of who they are speaking to leaving Robb speechless and a little turned on. You can end it there or add in a little smut if you want. Thank youuu

A/N requests open! Hope you enjoy, anon! There is just a sprinkle of nsfw at the end, but I tagged it with smut just to be safe ;) i think i used the word shy like a million times. Reblog/Comment if you want more!

You and your husband, Robb, were touring the North and providing supplies to the smallfolk to support them through the Winter. There were many grievances to address and you held court at all the small towns.

You hated the attention, and it was a small mercy that you rarely had to speak. Even when Robb needed your counsel, he asked for it in private so you weren’t embarrassed. The eyes of the people on you were enough to mortify you, yet you bore your discomfort silently and stood by his side.

At one such hearing, Robb ordered the Lords of the lesser Northern houses to visit. You were seated next to him on your throne, Greywind sleeping on the raised floor at your feet.

“The old ways have served the North fruitfully for years. Listen carefully, one war does not make a boy a man and you are yet to know the ways of the world.” Lord Karstark said, wagging a wrinkled finger at Robb.

It was the third time he had questioned your husband in front of his Council. You were furious.

All Robb had suggested was reducing the great burden of supporting lesser houses with tithes from the peasants. Many smallfolks families were missing men and weapons due to the war, and winter was coming. It would be his first Winter as King of the North and he wanted all his subjects to survive, not just the noblemen.

You thought it was admirable. You also knew how hard he worked, spending almost all nights this week pouring over papers and accounts.

“Don’t forget yourself, I am the King,” Robb chided him. Greywind woke up and went to him, a silent threat.

“No man that calls himself King is a true-“ Lord Karstark began in his crotchety old voice. Anger coursed through your veins. How dare this senile old man try to insult your husband.

You cleared your throat. The hall fell silent. Robb frowned and turned to look at you. His wife was a woman of few words but they were all worth hearing.

“My King husband would have no need of repeating his station if you would remember it, my Lord. And if you cannot, then perhaps in the evening of one’s life we must accept our limitations and resign to things we are capable of.” You said calmly, yet sharply. Robb’s jaw dropped in awe.

It took Karstark’s slow mind a moment longer to process.

“Control your tongue, woman,” he said said, eyes wild, pointing to you.

“Disrespect the Queen and you will feel my blade,” Robb yelled, stepping down from the throne and pulling out Ice, just as the direwolf by his side leapt into action.

Karstark did not know when to keep hush. He retorted back sarcastically, and the altercation ended with him being dragged to the dungeons for his impunity. The other lords were also greatly displeased with him, for now they had no chance of changing the King’s mind about restoring their allowances.

You were glad to see the end of the day, and walked into the chambers of your current abode with Robb trailing behind you.

“Lord Karstark demands hot oil for his feet, did you hear it, darling?” Robb said, crushing the piece of correspondence he read. “To send his demands with servants even when imprisoned. The gall of him.” He chuckled.

“I’ve had it up to here with that old bastard,” you said angrily. You let your hair down and started running your fingers through it roughly. The more you thought of it, the more your anger flared.

“How dare he set foot in your court, dine and dwell in our hospitality, and feel entitled to disrespect you like that? I will not stand for it, Robb.” You said, tugging at the lacing and stepping out of your gray court dress.

“Age does not guarantee wisdom, darling. Experience does. And the old fool has none.” Robb said, walking up to you and resting his hands on your shoulders. He pushed your hair to the side and kissed up your neck from your shoulders to your ear.

You tilted your head to give him more access. After a while he turned you around and kissed your mouth. You savored his languid kisses. His hands slowly pushed your chemise over your shoulders till it hung just above your breasts.

You pulled away, and leaned back, his strong arms holding you up.

“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, love” you said shyly. You were bold in your anger but the shyness was starting to creep in now. “I love you, and I cannot bear to see you insulted after you pour your soul into this Kingdom.”

“Don’t be sorry, you were fantastic,” Robb said, apparently unable to keep his lips off of you. You gasped as he nipped at the bottom of your throat. “I would like to see the wolf in my little wife more often.”

You giggled at his words, and he walked you backwards till your calves hit the bed. Your chemise dropped to your hips and his hands made quick work of finding your breasts.

Your hands came up to cover yourself.

“Robb, the candles,” you said, eyes wide. His own blue ones lit up with mirth.

“I know now that you are not shy, let me see what is mine, darling.” He whispered, pushing your chemise to the floor. You stepped out of it, naked as the day you were born. Your skin felt hot under his hungry gaze.

“Lie back, Y/N,” he said, licking his lips and pushing you down on the bed. “I wish to show you some of my appreciation.” He knelt before you with a wink.

Robbs hands found your knees and he spread them apart. Your hands twisted into his auburn hair in surprise.

And there was nothing shy about the sounds you made that night.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfic #robb stark fanfic #robb stark imagine #robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #robb stark smut #robb stark x reader smut #robb stark prompt #robb stark request #robb stark fanfiction #robb stark imagines #game of thrones reader insert #game of thrones smut #game of thrones fic

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katnisspeetaprim · 9 months

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Broad Day Light

Min Yoongi/Reader

Im so sorry if this is bad. i haven't had time to properly edit this. I've been sick again recently, but I wanted to get at least something out for you guys!

Warnings: Injury, crowds, anxiety, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1203 M.list

Walking down a busy street in the middle of the day shouldn’t have been an anxiety inducing task, but here you are. That’s all it’s felt like these days.

You and Yoongi went public a few years ago and paparazzi and sasaeng’s had mostly started to leave you alone after a few months, just the odd personal space invader here and there, but you learnt to live with the new found attention.

Fast forwards to 2023 and Yoongi’s solo tour was well under way. With a world tour came massive media attention, and with media attention, came paparazzi.

You weren’t famous, so having people run up to you with cameras was a surreal experience.

You tried your best to shield your face, but it was to no avail as the group of photographers bolted towards you from across the road.

‘Y/N! Over here!’

‘Are you going to any of the shows!?’

The group of men had effectively blocked your path, not allowing you to leave.

‘Please let me through. I have somewhere to be...’ You mumbled and wrapped your arms round yourself as you kept your head down and away from the cameras. You started forcing your way forwards.

‘Y/N! Yoongi and Halsey have been acting close! Did something happen between them!? Is that why you aren’t on tour with him?’ You know you shouldn’t dignify these people with a response, but the gall of implying that Yoongi would cheat on you with someone that had become a good friend to the both of you... It was enough to make you rage.

‘Of course not! They are good friends, now let me through- Ah!’ As you forcefully pushed your way through the crowd, you didn’t realise how close you were to the curb. Your ankle rolled, causing you to topple over into the road.

Your hands, arms and knees were all scratched up, along with a twisted ankle. At least no cars were coming so you wouldn’t get run over. Though that seemed like a more preferable situation than the one you were currently in.

‘AH!’ You shakily sat up and grabbed your ankle, causing you to hiss out in pain.

‘Please just leave me alone!’ You screamed out and swiped out at the paparazzi circling round you.

‘Hey that’s assault! She just tried to hit me!’ One of the men shouted out, trying to garner sympathy with his fellow low lives.

You were all but breaking down into a full blown panic attack, when all of a sudden you felt a wave of hope flow through you when you heard the shouts of police officers approaching the scene.

‘Hey! What’s going on here? Out of the way!’ They pushed through the crowd and one knelt next to you, whilst the other two pushed back the group, ultimately threatening arrests if they didn’t dispurse.

‘Miss? Are you ok? Are you hurt?’

‘My ankle- I think it’s twisted!’ You whimpered, trying to hold back your tears.

‘Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.’

Hours later and you were finally able to go home. With a lot of help from your best friend, you were now sat in your living room, feeling sorry for yourself with your poor ankle all wrapped up.

The scraped that littered your limbs weren’t too bad, just a little sore. Stories had hit the web pretty much immediately, along with plenty of videos of the incident, filmed by multiple people.

With any luck, Yoongi would be too busy to even think about going online...

-Incoming video call from Yoongles-

Ah well. There goes that idea.

After a slight hesitation, you pushed the green answer button.

Yoongi suddenly appeared on screen. He’d clearly changed out of his concert gear and was now clad in comfy sweat pants and a jumper.

And he looked pissed.

‘Hey Yoongi...’ You trailed off, trying to sound normal.

‘Seriously? You going to pretend nothing happened?’ He stared at you in disbelief.

‘You should have called me when it happened!’ He continued on, raising his voice ever slightly.

You looked away from the screen, feeling guilty that you tried to keep it from him. Of course he would see the articles, so it was pointless to even try.

‘I’m sorry...’

Yoongi took in your defeated appearance and groaned internally for adding more upset to your already stressful day.

‘No, I’m sorry for shouting. When I saw what happened, I just got so angry.’ He paused for a moment before shaking his head. ‘You got hurt because of me...’

‘Yoongi no!’ You sat up straighter, trying to reassure him. ‘This isn’t your fault. At all!’

He nodded slowly, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you.

‘I’m going to send you the number for one of our bodyguards. If you need to go somewhere, get him to drive you.

Yoongi suddenly moved the phone in his hands. He was clearly texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend.

‘Yoongi! I’m sure they have better things to do than look after me!’ His message however, had already pinged on your phone.

‘You got attacked in broad daylight Y/N. Seems pretty serious to me.’ Yoongi deadpanned as he stared you right in the eyes.

The smile fell from your face. You couldn’t argue with the fact that you would feel a lot safer with someone escorting you...

‘I won’t be going anywhere for a while. My ankle is all screwed up.’ You joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You didn’t get to see Yoongi often these days, given how in demand he was. The last thing you wanted to do with your precious time together was be miserable.

Yoongi smirked mischievously.

‘Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble then.’ You drew back in mock offense.

‘Excuse me!?’ Where has the compassion gone to?’

‘I’m sure you’ll survive.’ He said, trying to hold back his smirk.

You couldn’t hold back and began to laugh for the first time that day.

‘I wish I could be there for you’ Yoongi suddenly spoke over your laughter. You immediately went quiet, knowing that Yoongi was still upset by the days events.

‘It’s ok. This is enough, for now.’ You smiled gently and gestured towards the phone screen separating the two of you.

‘Remind me again why you couldn’t come with me?’ Yoongi groaned and slumped back in his chair.

‘You know why. I couldn’t get off work.’ You giggled as you also snuggled down into your chair.

He frowned before once again beginning to type on his phone.

‘What’s wrong?’ You enquired curiously.

‘I’m not there, but Tae will be close by tomorrow. I’m sending him to check on you.’

‘Oh my god!’ You exclaimed with a laugh. ‘I can’t convince you I’m fine can I?’

‘Definitely not.’

You and Yoongi spent a long time on call together that night, making the most of every moment.

It was only after ending the call for the night, did you notice Taehyung had sent you a message.

Hey noona! Hope you are ready for a home spa day tomorrow!

P.S, Please tell Yoongi-hyung I made you happy... He’ll kill me if I fail!

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #fluff #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idol!au

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 1 month

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Today, on August 24th, 1975 – Queen Story!

Queen starts recording ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ at Rockfield studio’s in Galles.

🔸THE DAY QUEEN BEGAN RECORDING THEIR MASTERPIECE, ‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’

- Ultimate Classic Rock, August 24, 2015

by Eduardo Rivadavia

If you were to write a history of the recording studio and, specifically, its usefulness as a laboratory for musicians' most ambitious creations, then an entire chapter might well be devoted to "Bohemian Rhapsody." The members of Queen began recording the song on Aug. 24, 1975, redefining the known limits of popular music in the process.

Suffice to say that, whatever Chuck Berry had in mind when he asked Beethoven to roll over, "Bohemian Rhapsody"'s jaw-dropping pastiche of rock and opera sure wasn't it. But then, Queen's flamboyant and unpredictable brand of art rock had been simultaneously stumping and amazing all those who'd heard it well before "Bohemian Rhapsody" came along. It continually morphed over the first three albums of the group's career, until 1974's Sheer Heart Attack started connecting all the dots.

During the first months of 1975, Queen toured the U.S. as headliners for the first time (alternately supported by Styx and Kansas), making their first trip to Japan (where they received a Beatlemania-type reception), and, in singer Freddie Mercury's case, receiving the prestigious Ivor Novello Award for his work on "Killer Queen."

All of these accomplishments no doubt boosted the band's confidence (and courage) as they started working on new material, both in unison and individually, for the album they would soon name A Night at the Opera. This was to be produced by their engineer Roy Thomas Baker, and it's safe to say neither band nor producer could have guessed what Mercury had up his sleeve as he started cobbling together both new ideas and spare song parts he'd been lugging around for years in the privacy of his Kensington apartment.

According to Baker, in an interview with Sound on Sound, his first inkling of what was in store only came when he visited Queen's singer at his home, and Mercury first played him "Bohemian Rhapsody"'s initial ballad section, concluding it by casually quipping, "And this is where the opera section comes in!" Mercury, Taylor and the other members of Queen -- guitarist Brian May, bassist John Deacon and drummer Roger Taylor -- then entered the studio following three weeks of rehearsal to help bring Freddie's madcap magnum opus to life.

Together, the foursome and their studio hands spent as much time arranging, re-arranging, adding, subtracting, and adding some more to "Bohemian Rhapsody"'s bulk as most bands of the time spent on entire albums. In the end, Mercury's central ballad wound up preceded by one of Queen's patented, multi-tracked a capella choirs and was followed by a tasteful solo from May, a minute-long opera section, then a heavy metal instrumental passage and finally a reprise of the core melody, fading gently back into wherever it came from.

All these years later, it's the song's operatic climax that remains its most stunning, almost superhuman, accomplishment, as it required them to clock as 10-to-12 hour days over a three-week period. They reportedly needed nearly 200 vocal overdubs in order to flesh out an entire choir. And then, when they were finally done, their label EMI was, to put it mildly, quite unimpressed.

Although, to be fair, the suits' reasons were typically business-oriented, as "Bohemian Rhapsody's" edged close to the six-minute mark, well beyond the limit favored by commercial radio. Instead, the label suggested they release Deacon's excellent "You're My Best Friend" as first single from A Night at the Opera, but Queen wouldn't hear of it, and it only took a moment for the immediate support of DJs across Britain to prove EMI wrong.

Released in the U.K. on Oct. 31, 1975, "Bohemian Rhapsody" would be No. 1 by Christmas and then hold the spot for nine weeks. Its commercial fortunes were undoubtedly helped by the pioneering music video shot by Queen to stand in for them on Top of the Pops while they were already back on tour by the time they were invited to appear. Meanwhile, their single was also on its way to No. 1 in Canada, New Zealand, the Netherlands and Belgium, earning Top 10 honors in multiple other countries and peaking at No. 9 in America, where it eventually became a million-seller.

"Bohemian Rhapsody" stands as one of the best-selling songs in rock history, prone to repeat visits to global charts anytime it is revived for a movie, commercial or other event, and frankly unique as nothing since has come close to matching its sheer heights of excess, bravura, and, oh yeah, inspiration.

(Source ↘️ https://ultimateclassicrock.com/queen-bohemian-rhapsody/)

📸 Pic: 1975 - Recording 'A Night At The Opera' album with co- producer Roy Thomas Baker

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celuloideycarbono · 2 months

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Vingegaard - Pogacar: a rivalry in numbers (updated).

118 race days together: 92 times Tadej finished ahead; 24 times Jonas finished ahead; 1 DNF for each one.

They raced in 4 GT together (Tdf '21, '22, '23 and '24). Tadej finished ahead two times, Jonas two times. They raced 4 one week races together. Tadej finished ahead 3 times, Jonas one.

Difference in time between them in the four TdF editions they compete together: 1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 01:25.

Difference in time between them in the seven ITT in TdF they compete together: 1st Jonas, 2nd Tadej, 00:06.

12 TdF Stages in which they finished first and second:

Stage 17 Tour de France '21, Sant-Lary-Soulan - Col du Portet (1st Tadej, 2ndJonas, 00:03). // Stage 18 Tour de France '21, Luz Ardiden (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 00:02) // Stage 7 Tour de France '22, La Super Planche des Belles Filles (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, same time) // Stage 17 Tour de France '22, Peyragudes (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, same time) // Stage 18 Tour de France '22, Hautacam (1st Jonas, 2nd Tadej, 01:04) // Stage 6 Tour de France '23, Cauterets - Cambasque (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 00:24) // Stage 16 Tour de France '23, Combloux (ITT) (1st Jonas, 2nd Tadej, 01:38) // Stage 11 Tour de France '24, Le Lioran (1st Jonas, 2nd Tadej, same time) // Stage 14 Tour de France '24, Saint-Lary-Soulan Pla d'Adet (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 00:39) // Stage 15 Tour de France '24, Plateau de Beille (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 01:08) // Stage 20 Tour de France '24, Col de la Couillole (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 00:07) // Stage 21 Tour de France '24, Nice (ITT) (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 01:03).

Stages in which they finished first and second (one week tours):

Stage 5 UAE Tour '21, Jebel Jais (1st Jonas, 2nd Tadej, 00:03) // Stage 4 Tirreno - Adriatico '22, Bellante (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 00:02) // Stage 6 Tirreno - Adriatico '22, Carpegna (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 01:23) // Stage 8 Paris - Nice '23, Nice (1st Tadej, 2nd Jonas, 00:33).

Most difference between them in a Tdf stage:

Stage 17 Tour de France '23, Courchevel: 05:45 ahead Tadej.

Stage 8 Tour de France '21, Le-Grand-Bornand: 03:25 ahead Jonas.

Stage 11 Tour de France '22, Col du Granon: 02:51 ahead Tadej.

Stage 15 Tour de France '24, Isola 2000: 01:42 ahead Jonas.

Climbing records (source climbing-records.com & @ammattypyöräily):

By Tadej: Planche des Belles Filles '20 (16:10), Puy de Dôme '23 (35:11), Col du Grand-Colombier '23 (44:32), Poggio '24 (09:26), Vallter 2000 '24 (31:28), Port Ainé '24 (46:10), Monte Grappa '24 (51:48), Galiber (from Lautaret) '24 (20:48), Pas de Peyrol '24 (07:22), Pla d'Adet '24 (25:08), Plateau de Beille '24 (39:58), Isola 2000 '24 (38:14), Col de la Couillole '24 (39:17).

By Jonas: Marie-Blanque '23 (20:58), Tourmalet '23 (from Luz-Saint-Sauveur) (50:54), Col de Pertus '24 (12:02).

Both: Cote de la Croix Neuve - Mende '22 (09:03), Tourmalet (from Campan) '23 (45:35), Les Bettex-Saint-Gervais '23 (18:25), Platzerwasel '23 (with Gall) (22:03), San Luca '24 (05:29).

images: Mont Ventoux '21, Galibier '22, Joux Plane '23, Plateau de Beille '21.

#tadej pogačar #jonas vingegaard #tour de france #tadejonas

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unwanted-animal · 8 months

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Fate Makes Fools - A FirstPrince Soulmate/Omegaverse AU

Tags: Canon Divergence, AU, Soulmates, Omegaverse, Fluff, Smut, FirstPrince, RWRB Movie, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjobs, oral sex, knotting, throat knotting

Chapter One: Entwined (5243 words)

Just a heads up, I didn't intend to do a rewrite of the movie when I started this but there are some scenes I simply could not live without, so I hope y'all don't mind a bit of that <;.<

I need to get out of here.

Alex sighed, peering at the words. Soulmates seemed too constricting. And what were these? Words shouted at a bar, over pumping music? The panicking of someone disappointed in him? Nah. He didn’t want to be tied down, especially to someone who didn’t want him. The girl from his night out smiled up at him, her soft hand guiding his face into a slow kiss. He hadn’t caught her name, but she was cute. Would he really have to give this up one day, his freedom? What if it wasn’t worth it? Alex kissed her back and slipped off the couch, settling on his knees before her. Oh well. He had his whole life ahead of him, didn’t he? It wasn’t like he was going to meet his soulmate at the party tonight. There was time.

At the party, the words began to glow blue.

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Do you think anyone noticed?

Odd words for a soulmate, Henry mused, running his thumb over the phrase that curled along his skin. It was never first words, not like in the stories - the tooth-achingly sweet movies he loved always played with the rules of the world. In reality, it was a phrase that altered the course of destiny. Soulmates, whether platonic, polyamorous, or romantic, always found each other. That’s what his father said. As he dressed for Phillip’s wedding he couldn’t shake the longing to find his other half. Did fate accept queer pairings? Would his be a lifelong friend instead? He had no answers, and soon the words were covered by the stiff white sleeve of his shirt. Out of sight and hopefully out of mind. It was his brother’s big day, after all. His anxieties could wait.

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Cake covered every inch of them, frosting and crumbs scattered over the palace carpet. Henry’s anger and shame threatened to swallow him as he looked over at Alex. Everyone stared. He could hear the sounds of mobiles sliding from pockets and purses, drowned out swiftly by the murmurs of the crowd. The American had done the unthinkable - ruined a royal wedding almost single-handedly. Before he could speak Alex turned to him and raised his dark brows.

“Do you think anyone noticed?”

Oh, bollocks. Not him. Anyone but Alex Claremont-Diaz. His blood pounded in his ears and he struggled to find words, amazed at the sheer gall of the man beside him.

Henry rose to his knees and flung the cake off his arms, barely fighting back a scowl. Everything was wrong. It couldn’t possibly get worse! At least Alex would be going back to the United States, faster than if he hadn’t just destroyed a seventy-five thousand pound cake at Prince Phillip’s wedding reception. Even if it was meant to be platonic, he couldn’t stand him. Fate could go fuck itself, he thought, kneeling in the confectionary carnage. He refused, absolutely refused, to get tangled up with Alex.

As he cleaned cake off himself that night, the words began to glow red.

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The PR tour was going to be a nightmare. Working with Henry was like pulling teeth. It had been years since the first big rejection, when Henry was rude to him at the Climate Conference, but it still stung. Maybe more than it should, but Alex would never admit that aloud. It was normal. Perfectly normal. He prided himself on his affability, and that pride had been wounded.

And he dwelled on it for years.

His mind went back to that original slight as he collapsed into a cleaning closet with Henry, limbs tangled as they struggled to separate.

“Get your hands off of me!” Henry huffed. Alex was more than happy to oblige. He struggled until he lay with his back pressed against Henry’s side, trying not to dwell on the warmth of his body or the scent of his skin so close. It was strange… different. Was he a Beta? It would make sense, Alex supposed - careful breeding for centuries to stamp out the baser urges of Alphas and Omegas.

“- and why don’t you like me?”

Fuck. He hadn’t been listening. Alex wriggled and turned as best he could, grunting and shifting until he was facing Henry in the cramped space.

“Climate Conference in Melbourne. First night party. I went to introduce myself to you and you looked at me like I had head lice. Then, you turned to your equerry and said ‘Get me out of here’.”

“… I didn’t realize you’d heard that,” Henry replied, casting his eyes down.

“So you do admit that’s a douchey thing to say.”

“I could have been nicer.”

Alex didn’t quite know how to take that. He shifted away, elbow knocking into a bucket as he adjusted his position once more.

“Alright, what else?” Henry asked. “It couldn’t have just been the conference.”

A sheepish look from Alex answered Henry’s question.

“Oh my god, it is!” he laughed. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Don’t minimize it!”

“How could I possibly? It’s already as minimal as it gets! Are you seriously telling me that one meeting, years ago - in which, yes, I admittedly acted ungenerously toward you - has occupied such a vast mental and emotional space in your head?”

“Sure, when you put it like that,” Alex bit back. “But it was my first foray into the world as a public figure, and I was really scared, and you could’ve helped me and you didn’t.”

Henry was quiet a moment. He let Alex’s words settle, considering them, and loosed a quiet sigh.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I was a prick to you. I… It’s no excuse, but I was a prick to everyone in those days. My father had died a few months before and the palace insisted on parading me around. For the record,” he added, chuckling as he spoke, “I didn’t say ‘get me out of here’. I said ‘I need to get out of here’, which is a different thing entirely.”

Alex pushed himself up to a sitting position, his shoulder half-crushing Henry’s arm as he readjusted yet again.

“No. No, you didn’t. That can’t be right.”

“It is,” Henry assured him. “It was -“

Before he could finish Alex shoved his sleeve up and pushed his arm into Henry’s vision.

I need to get out of here.

Henry tried to look shocked, lips parted, brows raised - Alex couldn’t tell he was faking. He was too distraught.

“You?! You’re my soulmate?”

Brooms and bottles clacked and fell around them as he struggled to crawl away from the Prince.

“No. Nope. I’m not doing this.”

Amy opened the door to give them the all clear and Alex pushed himself out with all the grace of a newborn deer. He reached out and pulled Henry to his feet, very pointedly not making eye contact.

“Everything alright?” Amy asked, glancing between them.

Alex pulled his sleeve down quickly.

“It’s fine. We’re fine. Are we done now? I really should be getting back.”

Prince Henry. And they’d been tied together for years without Alex knowing. It wasn’t fair. Maybe he didn’t have words Alex said on him. Maybe it was one-sided. Or platonic! It wasn’t the end of the world. Not yet. Not for certain.

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Outside, they shook hands once more for the camera, smiling a little awkwardly.

“Can I ask you something?” Alex said quietly.

“I suppose.”

“What are your words, y’know? Have you met the person who said them already?”

“Unfortunately,” Henry answered, sighing. He took a second to tug his own sleeve up.

Do you think anyone noticed?

The words pulsed with purple energy.

“Has it done that before?”

“… No,” he admitted. “It was red before today.”

Alex knew what he’d find when he took his jacket off. The same hue. They were together for the first time since their utterances. It was fate. Soulmates.

“Well. I need to get out of here,” Alex said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Until next time, your majesty.” Without looking back he climbed into the waiting car. This was something for Tomorrow Alex - or maybe Month Ahead Alex - to deal with. Not Now Alex. What Now Alex needed was a drink.

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Unbeknownst to them both, several pictures of Henry’s words were captured before they went their separate ways. The blended hues could only mean Henry was in the presence of his soulmate, and he’d spent the entire day beside Alex Claremont-Diaz. The Daily Mail ran with the photos first, outing Henry with their usual vicious malice, and the tabloids gushed about the dreamy pair.

A few days after the articles began, Alex received a strange text.

Have you heard the good news? We already have a pup on the way.

He stared in horror at his phone. He always used protection, he wasn’t a complete idiot. Before he could reply, another text popped up - this time with a link to a Daily Mail article about the supposed pup.

This is Henry, by the way.

A little bitmoji Prince followed.

Rolling his eyes, the scare over, Alex replied.

How did you get this number?

MI6. (Not joking)

Alex added the number to his phone and flipped it face down. He was working on a paper he needed to finish by the weekend; he couldn’t be bothered to entertain a Prince.

Ten minutes later he grabbed it and typed out another message.

My phrase is purple too. What do you think it means?

That we’re inextricably bound by fate to be Something™️. I’m just not sure of what.

“Yeah, me either,” Alex sighed. He ran a hand through his dark curls, trying to ignore the faint glow of the words on his arm.

Come to my New Year’s party? Maybe we can figure it out there. It’s already out in the open. We might as well embrace it.

I hate New Year’s.

I know people who would kill to be at one of my parties.

It’s settled then - kill me and I won’t have to go.

“Ass,” Alex snorted. He shook his head, a small smile on his lips, and put the phone back down. Focus. He needed to focus.

———

Are you an Omega?

It was a bit blunt, but Alex was never really one to beat around the bush.

What a scandalous question!

The article said there was ‘speculation’! I’m just curious!

It’s… complicated. I am, but a member of the royal house cannot be ‘unseemly’. I take hormones to control my heats and change my scent in public.

What’s that like? The medication?

I get cramps instead of going into full heat. It’s not awful. It’d be worse without. Being alone, feeling that ache again? No, once was enough for me, thank you.

Don’t you wanna ask about me?

Sweetheart, I could smell you upwind. I know you’re a big bad Alpha. Dangerous for us, isn’t it? We’ll have to use protection.

What makes you think we’re going that far? 😂

I just meant in public. Shaking hands is enough to get me pregnant, according to the Mail. Bring your gloves next time! We can’t afford the scandal!

———

Alex’s days were filled with texts and calls to Henry. They talked when Henry woke up, when Alex went to bed, any moment they could catch together. God help him, Alex found himself enjoying Henry’s company. As autumn faded into winter and he began to cement the plans for his New Year’s party, he continued to pester Henry about coming.

I still don’t know, Alex. You’ll be the only person I know at the party.

Not true! Nora will be there!

Well, I do have someone who wants to meet her… I’ll consider it. Really hard. I promise.

You better. How awkward would it be if my party wasn’t cool enough for my soulmate? I’d be a laughingstock.

Right, we wouldn’t want to damage your precious reputation as a party boy, would we?

Not a party boy. The party boy, thank you.

My apologies, Mr. Claremont-Diaz. The party boy.

Apology accepted.

New Year’s Eve, the tent on the White House lawn was packed with a veritable who’s who of young celebrities. Politician’s children, actors, musicians, influencers, even Alex’s college friends visiting on his dime. He wanted it to be a fun, safe space for people from all walks of life to celebrate and get shitfaced - and maybe make some memories. Nora led him through the crowd, and as he greeted the throng his eyes fell on a familiar face.

Henry hadn’t stood him up.

As Henry introduced his friend Percy to Nora, Alex waited patiently for them to finish. The two slipped off to the bar and Alex threw his arm around Henry’s neck.

“I’ve been drunk since Christmas. You gotta catch up!”

He bought him a bottle of champagne from the bar and guided him over to one of the sofas they had set up for people to rest on. Alex’s excitement was palpable as he chatted with Henry, laughing and encouraging him to drink. They were sitting close, close enough that even with the crowd’s cloying scents mixing and filling the tent around them he could smell Henry’s hormones - as if he were keyed into his particular aroma. The sleeve of his iridescent jacket covered his mark, but it burned against his skin.

One of the guests sat beside him and coaxed him to come dance. Alex wasn’t one to say no, especially at a party he was hosting, so he stood and took her hand.

“I’ll be back!” He said with a smile.

Henry’s disappointment was clear, but Alex was too charged up by the celebrations to notice. He danced with the woman for a few songs, smiling at her but keeping a safe distance between them. He longed to go back to Henry; when he looked toward the sofa, however, Henry wasn’t there.

Alex excused himself and went searching for him. He found Henry sitting at the bar still nursing his champagne.

“Come dance with me!”

“Ballroom lessons didn’t exactly cover this,” Henry admitted.

“It’s all in the hips! You just gotta loosen up!”

Alex took hold of his hips and started to sway. At first Henry was reticent, stiff and shy, but soon he relaxed and started trying to match Alex’s fluid movements. Alex pulled him toward the crowd. All eyes were on them as they danced, Alex clearly an expert and Henry pressed against him with the bottle in his hand.

It felt right. It felt electric. Alex gazed into his eyes, dimples clear as he grinned, and he slipped an arm around Henry’s waist to hold his body flush against him. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the pull of fate bringing them together - but whatever it was, Alex wanted Henry in a way he’d never experienced.

“Ten seconds til midnight!” The DJ called. Everyone stopped dancing to count down.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One…

Before he could object, one of the women from the crowd pulled Alex into a quick kiss. When she let go another did the same. Alex laughed, his cheeks flushed. He started to turn -

Henry grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him into a deep, heated kiss. A soft growl slipped from his throat as he gripped Alex’s hair. Alex melted against him, holding him as if the world would fall away if he let go. Heart pounding, he chased the kiss as everyone cheered for them. Henry filled his thoughts, his blood raced in his veins, and Alex grabbed his ass and pulled his hips against his.

More. He wanted more.

Henry broke away first, panting, his forehead resting against Alex’s.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be. I - “

Before Alex could finish Henry pulled away and ducked into the crowd. He disappeared as Alex struggled to move through the people patting his back and congratulating him. After all, not only had he just come out in the most public way imaginable, he’d done so with his soulmate - answering a question no one dared ask him.

Would he pursue their bond?

———

Hey, can we talk?

Henry. C’mon.

Are you alive?

I am.

Not up to conversation?

Alex, I made an ass of myself at your party. Can I not be embarrassed in peace?

Absolutely not.

What did you want to talk about?

Well, that kiss, first of all.

It was unbecoming of me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous.

Unbecoming? It was hot, Henry. I haven’t been kissed like that in a long time.

Neither have I.

So you did do some kissing before we found each other?

I don’t kiss and tell, darling. Not unless you ask very nicely.

I’ll tell you about the guys I’ve been with if you tell me about the times you hooked up.

You don’t have the time, and I don’t have an NDA on me.

Spoilsport.

… How many?

Two. Once in high school, and once… Once, with Miguel Ramos. We were on the campaign trail, and drunk, in a hot tub, fully naked…

Should I be as jealous as I am?

I have a feeling he wants me back in that hot tub, but it’s not gonna happen.

May I ask why?

I hate that he uses me as a source even if we’re just hanging out, for one. And for another, I kind of found someone I’m interested in.

Oh? Who’s that?

Some rich white boy.

Is he handsome?

I think he’s the reason faces were invented.

Oh. That’s… high praise? I think?

It is.

Good.

… Why were you jealous, at the party?

Because. You’re mine. I didn’t like seeing those women claim your kiss. It wasn’t theirs to claim.

You’re a lot different than I expected.

For a royal.

And for an Omega.

I’m flattered, Alex. Glad you think of me as a person and not an enemy now.

I wouldn’t go that far, Your Majesty.

It’s ‘Your Royal Highness.

Well excuse me, Prince. Your Royal Highness.

Apology accepted.

I didn’t apologize!

Might as well have.

You are so annoying!

You’re stuck with me. 😘

Alex snorted and set his phone aside. He supposed he was. There were worse people he could be stuck with. Someone who was a worse kisser, for example.

When will I see you next?

Why don’t you ask me out properly?

Fine. Henry, will you be my guest for the state dinner in February?

I would be delighted.

Alex grinned and lay back on his bed, fingers poised over the keyboard. A date, with the Prince of England. Who he’d kissed a month before.

His soulmate.

In public, in front of his mother and the Prime Minister, and all the journalists who would be there to cover the event.

I can’t wait to see you again.

Careful. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll think you like me.

God forbid.

———

As soon as Alex saw Henry he knew he had to get him alone. A quick request to Amy was all it took to slip away, into the Red Room where they could meet in private. Alex wasn’t sure what he planned to say to him, but he knew he wanted to greet him away from prying eyes. After so long apart he just wanted to be around him, to take in his scent and feel him close.

Was that part of being soulmates? That ache that grew the longer they were separated? He hated it, regardless of the source.

Henry entered the room and Alex stopped breathing. He didn’t think. There was no hesitation.

“I wanted to -“

“Shut up. Stop talking.”

Alex crossed the distance to him and kissed him, cupping his face, drinking in the scent of Henry. His skin, his cologne, the shampoo, the stilted scent of Beta hormones. It overwhelmed him. He guided Henry to the closest bookshelf and pressed him against it, starving for attention. Heat coursed through Alex as he grinded his hips against him. Growling, he rutted against Henry, squeezing his thigh and guiding it over his hip.

Pleasure sparked as they moved, Henry pushing back against him, just as desperate to chase it. His hands tugged at Alex’s hair. Fuck, just a little more contact and he’d be painting the inside of his pants -

“Okay, time’s - Oh my god!”

Amy ducked back out of the room and pulled the door shut behind her.

They pushed apart immediately, Alex studying a plant and Henry pointing an awkward finger at books on the next shelf over. There was no way it looked convincing, but they stayed like that for a moment until they were sure the coast was clear.

“Fuck,” Alex laughed, glancing at the door. “We better get back.” He cleared his throat and tugged on his pant leg, trying to hide his arousal. “I’m gonna need a moment.”

“I suppose I’m lucky in that regard,” Henry replied, leaning against the wall. “I’ll go out first.”

“We leave together. Everyone already knows about us, right? There’s no harm in walking back to the dining room. What are they gonna do, start a rumor we’re together?”

“You make a compelling argument. We’ll leave when you’ve got this under control,” Henry teased, gently cupping Alex’s cock through his pants.

“Oh, don’t you dare.”

———

All eyes turned to them as they rejoined the guests, and both men smiled and waved as if nothing had happened between them. The violet glow of their marks peeked out from beneath their sleeves. Cameras flashed around them as they made their way to the heart of the hall.

“Are you still…”

“Like the Thames.”

“Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

“Yes. Tell me.”

“You’re going to stay at least five hundred feet away from me for the rest of the night.”

“Sensible plan.”

“I’m not done,” Alex said firmly.

“Of course you’re not,” Henry sighed.

“Then, at midnight, you’re going to come to my room on the second floor of the residence where I’m going to do some very. Bad. Things to you.”

Alex adjusted his jacket and walked away, leaving Henry staring heavy-lidded in awe after him.

———

A knock roused Alex from undressing. Tie undone and hanging around his shoulders, he answered the door with a smirk. Henry stood outside, his gaze heavy.

“You’re late,” Alex quipped, and tried to close the door on him. Henry pushed it open and grabbed Alex, pulling him into a hungry kiss. He backed him towards the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt with deft skill. Moaning, Alex chased his lips, letting Henry lead until he could sit down on the back of the sofa. His shirt hung open, exposing his muscular chest and stomach to Henry’s eager hands. Soft fingers danced along the curves of his abdomen. He let out a possessive growl and shoved Alex back over the couch.

Alex landed with a grunt and stretched himself along the cushions, spreading his legs as Henry slotted between them. Henry broke away to kiss down Alex’s throat, down his chest, down to his navel as he inched lower and lower. He unbuckled Alex’s belt and cast it aside. Alex helped where he could, lifting his hips and shoving down the zipper of his fly. Henry buried his face in his boxers and inhaled, savoring the musk of his arousal. His Alpha pheromones sent gooseflesh crawling along his skin. Turning his eyes up to Alex, he nuzzled his cock through the fabric and mouthed over it, moaning with want.

“Fuck,” Alex breathed, shuddering. “You look good between my legs.”

Henry drooled along his length, teasing him. Alex twitched against his lips. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. Just like after their first kiss, he ached. Breath heavy, he reached down and carded his fingers through Henry’s blond hair.

“Don’t stop. Please, Henry…”

Henry licked the spot where his head strained against the fabric and carefully peeled it away, baring Alex’s cock to the air. He brushed his plush lips against Alex’s skin, clearly relishing the way his body responded. His mouth parted and Henry swallowed him, inch by inch, until he couldn’t take any more. Resting a moment, he moaned again, the sound vibrating along Alex’s shaft. Hot and soft as silk, his cheeks slid over his cock and Alex gripped his hair. He let Henry lead, watching as he sucked him with incredible skill. Their gazes locked, heated and hungry, never breaking even as Henry’s eyes began to water.

“Don’t, don’t hurt yourself,” Alex breathed. “It’s alright. Take it slow, Henry.”

He continued to suck, ignoring Alex’s command and sliding his hands up his muscular thighs. Henry kneaded his firm skin in time with his movements, slowly guiding them higher until he could scratch at the vee of his hips. Alex could feel his control slipping. Henry’s mouth felt incredible. His nails on Alex’s sensitive skin made his hips jerk into his mouth. He’d been so pent up since New Year’s, since the PR tour… In truth, since he found out Henry was his soulmate. Melting against Henry’s eager tongue, the base of his cock began to swell. His head fell back against the arm of the couch, legs shaking. He gasped Henry’s name when he came, spilling thick seed down his throat as his knot hardened behind his jaw.

“Ah… Oh! Shit, shit, I’m so sorry -” Alex stammered, letting go of his hair and stroking Henry’s cheek. “I forgot to warn you. Um… It should go down in, like, ten minutes. Are you, uh, okay?”

Henry nodded. Somehow he managed to look mischievous with his mouth occupied, lips swollen and pink around the curve of his knot. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Alex cleared his throat and closed his eyes - watching Henry would only make it worse. He’d never get soft.

Hanging over the arm of the sofa, Henry shifted so he could rest his head against Alex’s thigh. Alex kept touching his face, tracing his fingers against his soft skin. Breathing slow helped him focus on relaxing. He could feel Henry drooling on his pants, his breath ghosting along his groin. There had to be something he could think of, focus on, other than Henry.

After a few minutes he finally began to relax enough to ease out of Henry’s mouth. Alex sat up and pulled Henry into his lap.

“Did that hurt?”

Henry opened and closed his jaw, rubbing the joint gently.

“A little. I liked it. I haven’t been knotted in a very long time,” he admitted.

“Almost sounds like you missed it,” Alex purred. “Did you?”

“Yes,” Henry breathed, resting his forehead against Alex’s. “I really, really did.”

“Henry… Get these pants off and sit on the couch for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been dying to taste you all night.”

Henry kissed him again, slow and deep, before following his orders. He stood and stripped as Alex watched, cheeks flushed pink. He wore a pair of white lace panties beneath them. The straps rode up on his hips, baring the top of his thighs. Alex couldn’t speak. He could barely think. Had he worn them in anticipation? Or did he just like lingerie?

“Fuck the couch,” Alex growled. He slipped off the cushion and knelt in front of Henry. One hand guided his thigh over Alex’s shoulder. He slid his nose along the gusset, smelling his cunt through the fabric. The hormones Henry took truly masked any scent of his Omega status, but he couldn’t hide his body. Not from Alex. Not anymore.

A quiet moan slipped from Henry’s throat and he grabbed Alex by the hair. He held him in place, grinding against his face in slow circles. Alex mouthed over his lips, sucking the damp lace with a groan of his own. He tasted good, and Alex couldn’t help but wonder how much better he’d taste off of his medication. In a full-blown rut. Dripping for him, a hive of nectar just for Alex to gorge himself on.

Alex pulled Henry’s panties to the side and dragged his tongue between his lips. Henry trembled. He licked again, pausing to suck gently at his clit.

“Oh fuck!”

He didn’t think he’d ever heard Henry curse. Alex craved it, longing to coax more depravity from those pretty lips of his.

Henry wasn’t his first Omega partner. Alex knew exactly what to do with his mouth to make his knees weak. As he sucked at his nerves, he brought his hand up to tease his pussy. He slipped a finger inside of him, slowly fucking him in time with his mouth. He kept it shallow, just a tease, and slick dripped down onto his knuckles. Henry whined, the sound catching in his throat.

“More,” he whispered. “Alex, please. That wicked mouth of yours is, is driving me crazy…”

Alex moaned and closed his eyes. His long lashes fluttered against Henry’s skin, a little butterfly kiss that sent lightning down his spine. He focused on Henry’s body and the way he responded to his tongue, to his lips, to his fingers. Alex worked a second finger inside him and pressed deeper, crooking them and searching for the spot inside him that would shatter him.

He wanted to watch the prince fall apart.

“Ah! God, Alex! There,” Henry gasped breathlessly. “Fuck! I’m, I’m not going to last. I can’t. I can’t…”

Henry’s thighs went rigid. His toes curled. He forced Alex’s head flush against his cunt, rutting against his lips as his orgasm crashed over him. Squirting around his fingers, muscles spasming, his legs went weak. Alex caught him awkwardly, guiding him down to the floor with a wet grin. His face shimmered in the light of the lamps, slick with Henry’s cum.

“You. God.” It was Henry’s turn to be speechless. He panted in Alex’s arms, staring up at him like nothing else in the world existed.

“Good, huh?” Alex teased. “Glad to see I’m not too out of practice.”

“Mmn. Shut up.”

Henry grabbed his head and pulled him into a messy kiss. They could taste each other, the tang of sex and slick on their tongues. It made Alex’s head spin. He started to stiffen beneath Henry, and Henry whined again.

“We, we should stop here. I can’t stay all night.”

“Says who?”

“My security detail,” Henry answered. “And I have appearances tomorrow afternoon.” Still, he didn’t leave Alex’s embrace.

“And if I don’t want to let you go?”

“Well. We’d have an international incident on our hands, I might just fuck your brains out - and you have so little of them to begin with…”

Alex snorted and pushed him away.

“Alright, alright, your majesty.”

“It’s your royal highness, you really ought to know that by now,” Henry said with a grin. He crawled over Alex, kissing a trail up his bare chest and ending at his lips.

“We should do this again, Henry.”

“I’d love that. I would.”

Henry pushed himself off of Alex and stared down at him for a moment. With their eyes locked on each other, he slipped off his panties. He leaned down and pushed the lace into Alex’s mouth.

“Something to tide you over ‘til next time.”

Without another word he got dressed and left Alex sitting on the floor half-hard and overwhelmed by his scent. He pulled the panties out of his mouth and inhaled, thinking about the way Henry looked with his knot in his mouth.

Their next meeting couldn’t come soon enough.

#RWRBFic #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #jwrites #Popping over to AO3 now i just know tumblr hates links #jgifs

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you might already have this in tour inbox but 16 and/or 8 for the choose violence prompt mem?

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I've kinda touched on this before sooo I'm gonna elaborate a lil because I do not think Qui-Gon would've been a better teacher for Anakin, or at least he wouldn't have made much of a difference.

First of all! What even is the reasoning for him being better with Anakin? Surely it isn't his track record. I'm all for second chances but uh. Fourth chances? Idk man. I'm sure Obi-Wan could attest to instances of Qui-Gon being a good teacher but it's hard to take seriously coming from that far under the bus lol.

Qui-Gon at the start of TPM tells Obi-Wan "You have much to learn, my young apprentice" and a few days later he has the gall to tell the Council that Obi-Wan is 100% ready for his trials. ????? He needs to get a grip and maybe not throw out his almost-finished student prematurely for the new shiny boy. Respectfully, there's something wrong with him and he should maybe take a break from teaching first and foremost to set his own head straight.

I also don't think his strong focus on prophecy would do Anakin much good. This is all very hypothetical but honestly Obi-Wan already did incredible work raising Anakin, all things considered, and I don't see what Qui-Gon could do that Obi-Wan hasn't tried. I think the only potential Masters who might actually ultimately change the timeline if they had taken on Anakin would be, idk, Mace or Plo? Food for thought.

answered 16 here :)

#ask #choose violence ask game

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BPP! This might be a tough one for you.

What do you think about BigHits tactics with regards to album releases and promotional tactics for members? Hobi and Namjoon have been the only ones (not without other issues) thus far who’ve gotten proper time to promote their album and allow it to sit with Army and other fans. Today with the announcement of D-Day, it basically means Jimin had only 2 weeks to promote and allow his album to sit with Army (not counting the time that was divided with In the street by JHope).

Now the focus, as you can imagine, will be divided. It is a bit unfair to jimin but this is more a company planning issue rather than an issue with the members themselves. It could be that Yoongis album also get affected because Army just spent tonnes on buying Face 🤷🏻‍♀️

What are your thoughts around this?

Hi Anon,

I’ve talked about this a few times before but it seems several people still have the same concerns, going by the flood of asks I just got on the topic, in addition to yours. So let me try a different tack.

...

Fuck BigHit.

Fuck BTS.

Fuck HYBE.

Do we look like fucking ATMs? Are they trying to cause a burnout in the fandom? To see how far they can push us before we break? Do the members in BTS, those ungrateful fucktards, take ARMY so much for granted they think it's okay to push out albums one after the other like fucking pop tarts?

I just spent a shit fuck ton of money on Jimin and my wallet is still recovering. Now here comes Yoongi not even two weeks later shipping his shit out. And this is when his concert tickets are running up US$5,000 a pop on reseller sites. What does BigHit think they're doing? Writing this, I was initially going for a 'sarcastic' pitch but nah, I'm actually kinda ticked off. Fuck BigHit for their tacky, unorganized, chaotic and cluttered as fuck roll-out, and fuck BTS too for agreeing to that bullshit.

You're probably reading this and going "BigHit is the problem, not BTS", but those grown men agreed to this shit. You think Yoongi’s tour and album date was only decided yesterday? No. He and Jimin knew months before how everything would be phased, and they agreed to it. I held them responsible for agreeing to the PET and Dreamers, and I'll hold them responsible for this. You know, I actually can't believe Jimin. The actual gall to sit there and say the FACE album is very precious to him, only for him to agree to dip after two weeks of promotions. It's like he's begging to free fall off the charts. I wonder if he has a masochistic kink since he religiously keeps up with charting and social media lately. Anyway, Yoongi is the even bigger problem here since he's encroaching on Jimin's promo time. There's literally no need for BigHit to rush any of this, not even Yoongi going to the army is...

...

Oh.

The army...

Oh, right.

The military...

Enlistment... that thing they've been talking about lately. Yoongi has to enlist this year, and if the members all intend to do their service before returning in 2025, then they all have to enlist sometime in the next 10 months. And as the maknaes (taekook) will likely be having big debuts like Jimin, they'll need some time too. And, though it's possible he does, I doubt Jimin plans to enlist soon after promoting FACE. The guy I heard in Set Me Free Pt 2 sounds like he plans to be around for most of this year, active and trying out different projects. So BigHit will have to plan/stagger Jimin's next solo projects around Taekook's solo activities...

Hmm, now that I think about it, Joon did seem agitated when he said on his WLive, he's running out of time. Jimin and Yoongi both expressed a strong desire to return as a group ASAP on Suchwita. Jung Kook, who watched them, agreed and felt so inspired watching them that soon as it was done, he went to work and the context of his speech suggests he went to work on a solo endeavor. Oh, and if he's still working on music, that really shows how involved he is in the process, doesn't it? I mean, it's not Jung Kook who selects BTS's distributor (it's YG btw), but it's hard to say how there would be a complete album if he's still working on the song, and so he might need more time...

Enlistment is a real pressure all the guys are feeling this year, JK too even if he doesn't go, I promise you. I doubt they want these tight deadlines either. And that's all this roll-out is: tight. I refuse to call the roll-outs messy and insufficient because the guys' promotions have all without fail, even Hobi's, been thoughtfully done. And I'm saying that as someone who still thinks JITB packaging is pathetic and JITB should've come with a CD.

There’s a real possibility the fandom deals with some whiplash between releases.

Personally, I'm having the time of my life with the barrage of new music. Everything I wrote in that angry rant above is hogwash. BTS are keeping us so fucking fed, the music is incredible, they're all expressing themselves in so many ways, I can't stop gorging myself on them. As someone who has watched them for some years, it's nothing but pure fun seeing them be themselves and making great records. ARMY has already dealt with almost 20 releases since June 14th and all of them have done very well, plus it's not like BTS see themselves as competition anyway, so why should we?

That said, I can see why you think it’s unfair Jimin has likely had only two weeks to fully promote his album. I also sympathize if it all feels very overwhelming for you. Please remember it's always okay to step back and detach. In fact I recommend doing it often if you like. The music isn't going away, engage at your own pace.

There's also the issue of solo stans and their diet versions kicking up a stink about missed goals/targets after Jimin's Hot100 win. It's a shame and it will be annoying, but also that implosion has to happen somehow right?

If you're saying this cause you worry about ARMYs (or at least the OT7-ish core), don't worry. Those people showed up for JITB, Indigo, OTS, Jimin, and they'll show up for D-Day. Of course listenability, genre accessibility, preferences in general etc, definitely also impact what people like to listen to, and metrics will also vary for that reason. It's not always solo stans who determine these variances.

If the money is an issue for you, very understandable. It's money after all not toilet paper, it's a very valuable resource and there's a real fear fans will significantly spend beyond their means. Thus far I haven't seen this happen, and people seem to always forget the fandom has a lot of people and a lot of funders. It's just that not all of them pitch in unless it's for their biases. I have an ask sitting in my inbox of an Anon noticing that many people who had spent the last year talking about how ARMYs are 'obsessed with charts' and that people should allow music to be 'organic', those people themselves got really into charts when trying to chart Jimin's FACE. For that Anon if you're reading this, I agree with your observation but that sort of mean spirited shitposting ask is just unnecessary so I'm not posting it lol.

Anyway the point is, even the fans who don't consider themselves part of ARMY will show up to support their biases. They might dip right after, but they'll show up. That's just the effect BTS has on people. So Anon, ARMY will do what they do: enjoy the music, support the guys, and bicker.. feel free to do the same.

#bts #jimin really did take home number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 didn't he?#Happy and proud. So pleased and glad for him.#Breaking out my wallet for Yoongi next lol #goodnes #jimin #park jimin #min yoongi #yoongi

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I came to Galle Fort because I have very vivid memories of visiting it when I was younger.

It reminded me of the place I see in my dreams. The nameless land that exists in my book (working on the name, trust me).

Galle Fort was first built in the 16th century by the Portuguese as a fortified town. It reached the height of its development in the 18th century under Dutch colonial rule.

It is a World Heritage Site (UNESCO) and is my favorite place in this entire country.

I spent the last three days walking around the fort and taking notes and doing research for my book. I literally (and I mean LITERALLY) ran out of pages in my notebook.

This is an extremely new experience for me. I always research the things I write. But to visit places, taking inspiration from it, and then incorporate it into a world that is completely my own...I am in love with this feeling.

I want more of it. I hope to visit a few more towns here locally for research. Hopefully before the end of the year. My book requires an insane amount of worldbuilding and I hope to incorporate a lot of things from my country and our culture into it. There is a lot to be inspired by.

Also, a huge shout out to the random tour guide I stumbled on, who took me around (for free?) and was so excited to learn that I am writing a book and told me a lot of useful details! I will remember you, kind man.

Note: Some pictures from my research trip - which may or may not be direct references to important scenes in the book (the lighthouse, ah!)

#also i hurt my arm while trying to climb these old walls and now i have officially bled for this book hehe #my book #my writing

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regina-del-cielo · 5 months

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Roberto Bolle spending the first five minutes of his latest ballet show on tv saying that the program (made in honour of the International Day of Dancing) was made "on the wishes of Rai and the Ministry of Culture" hurts my heart

Can you believe the GALL of fucking Sangiuliano.

As if Bolle, Global Ballet Legend, hasn't been single-handedly keeping ballet and dance alive in Italian people's minds with his tours and programs for the last ten years

People at Rai should kiss their own elbows that Bolle hasn't jumped ship like every other competent TV worker in the last two years

#my ponderings #roberto bolle #Italy #DANZA CON ME ON 1ST JANUARY YOU'LL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS #Sangiuliano giù le mani da Robertino mio se non vuoi morire male

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aime-aine · 2 months

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Imagine mixing Jazz, pop, rock, folk and traditional occidental and Japanese music. That's the promise of Sheena Ringo (or Shiina Ringo), a Japanese songwriter, singer and musician.

Hi, I already harassed and infodumped my best friend about her so it's tumblr's turn.

[Id: photo of Sheena Ringo from her Wikipedia] I chose this pic because you can see her face really well and she has her signature haircut)

I won't tell you all of her story, just list some facts I love about her, you can see who she is on wikipedia

Before the album edition of her first single was released, it was said that the cover will be a picture of her in swimwear

Yes it was a picture of her in swimwear, when she was 7 and at the beach with her family :

She had an surgery that left 2 marks on her shoulder blades looking like 2 removed angel wings, she references these marks often - like in the clip of Kofukuron where she wears a top with 2 wings on the back (yes it is the top of card captor sakura)

Her stage name is Ringo because when she was in school her schoolmates picked on her and told she was red like an apple when she is embarrassed (Ringo means apple)

Her haircut is so iconic, many young girls wanted the same and the haircut was named "ringo haircut" ✨iconic✨

She did an album covering many musicians that influenced her music such as : Schubert, the Beatles, Bizet, Goethe, Edit Piaf, France Gall, Luiz Bonfa, Edward Grieg and Janis Lan - where she sings in french, japanese, english, german and espagnol.

She released an album where instead of using katakanas to describe the pronouciation of english words like everyone do, she used old ass kanjis that nobody knows and numerated the tracks using kanjis only used in administration. (shame that spotify didn't keep that and the musics name are in katakanas (it's for the better))

Once an interviewer asked how a kanji of one of her song was read. She bluescreened and forgot. (Youtube deleted the video, I'm so sad, it was hilarious)

Most of her song also have english and french name (a pain in the ass sometimes because youtube sometimes use english name but spotify only use japanese name). My favorite song - いろはにほへと- is called "Les couleurs chantent" (the colors sing) in french. いろはにほへと doesn't mean "the colors sing" in japanese. It's the old alphabet song !

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[id : the clip of Irohanihoheto, featuring Sheena Ringo in a traditionnal Kimono passing by a mythical fox wedding]

Just showing you the video because it's really pretty, she makes really pretty music videos.

She has written so many songs, it's indecent, like, take a look the wikipedia page dedicated to her songs. Please mind she also made songs with her rock band "Tokyo Incident" which is another separate page, otherwise it would be 3 miles long.

Speaking of indecent, she doesn't write songs for kids. She describes her music style as "Shinjuku style" as the part of Tokyo for business at day and debauchery at night. Again : ✨iconic✨

Let's talk about Tokyo Incident for a moment or should I say "Tokyo Jihen" ? She constantly switches between the two, like, make up your mind already!!

When she announced the end of her solo carrier to join Tokyo Incident, she had her iconic mole removed to symbolise the change. Here's the superb clip where she wraps up her solo carrier by stitching together abstracts of old videos and concluding it by the disapereance of the mole :

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(I love this video so much, it's really fun to find all of the references)

She is still relevant to this day ! She did the song to present Tokyo's Olympic games at the ending ceremony of Rio ! The song just before Shinzo Abe apparence, it's her !!!

This year (2024), she has a tour and I got a ticket. Yes that's not a fact. I just wanted to brag.

She made an album which is considered "perfect" musicaly. I. I. I don't even have words to describe it to you go listen to it. its tracks are mirroring each other and transitions are god-like : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/2i4fy6a51XTaZOYA8rIdRK

she inspired the character Nana. ✨ICONIC✨

She is a big inspiration to a lot of young singer in Japan, it is even said that debutant wanting to sing rock must sing Crime and Chatiment at least once in their carriere

I have so much to say about her beside the fact that I love her and you should throw an ear.

Here's a top 5 of Sheena Ringo's song (not especially my favorite, 5 that represents her) :

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(a little more calm for the chill people)

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This one was diffused in the big screen of Shibuya, I wonder how it didn't cause an accident because this song makes me GAYER. Also the mv got one million view in 3 days (https://billboard-japan.com/d_news/detail/16338/)

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From her latest album Sidenote : this movie made one of the fan in the fangroup I am bleed.

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Have a good listen ! And thanks for your patience ! (do we still add a long text potato nowaday ?)

#sheena ringo #tokyo jihen #infodump

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novemberthewriter · 5 months

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good bones (or, an exercise in letting go) [1300 wds]

genre: literary/dramedy

[cw: surgery talk, body image, colorism, fatphobia, depression, negative self-talk, emotional neglect, strained relationships]

Mark ‘Mookie’ Simon, age 30, will break his first bones under the care of Doctor Armand in Tijuana, Mexico. He will have four osteotomies of the jaw over six months while Dodie plays caregiver (yes, paid). Dodie’s unbothered because it’s not skin bleaching or a black market butt lift or something else equally heinous, but also Very Bothered Enough to give Mookie another rendition of Why You Wanna Play With Your Face So Bad from the driver’s seat as they head to Hartsfield-Jackson Airport.

And yet again, Mookie tells her, We don’t all have good bones.

Dodie’s a good enough friend that she'll accept a half-story as long as she can monitor him. Mookie’s grateful. He’s still figuring out how to give her the whole truth.

The PR reason is that he wants a competitive edge. Mookie is better known as Hennesse Williams, fast-growing queen of the Atlanta drag scene, and he wants to expand his horizons. He considered the staple practices: the buzzcuts for better wig placement, the spanx for a smoother look in skirts. What was wrong with something more permanent? He still can’t find an answer. Even little old ladies get chin lifts, tattooed brows. Gertrude can save at the Clinique counter and Mookie can save time contouring to look like he’s got a Disney Tarzan jaw.

The true reason is a bit more involved.

It goes back decades.

The Weight had been the monkey on Mookie’s back (and belly, and hips, and arms, and everywhere) since birth. The Simons of Southern Georgia, USA were always markedly svelte; Mookie was nothing like them. Sure, he had the same twang and hazel eyes and tawny skin, but his facial features stretched wide, his frame and family bones buried deep under fat. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that whatever gene made the Simons energetic, ambitious, and burn off soul food like nothing had skipped him over. His childhood was spent in the solace of the N64 while Dorothy had the nerve to start singing and the gall to be good at it.

[DOROTHY ANNE enters stage center. She is twelve years old. The stage is the Apollo, the Ole Opry, the hearts of most Simons and the world over. MOOKIE is her younger brother. He is eight years old. MOOKIE exits stage left and becomes a glass child.]

[MOOKIE wonders if there is such a thing as a glass parent. He lives with his folks yet he knows nothing about them.]

It had been many years of being grudgingly taken on tour when a blessing came to him in the form of vaudeville. (One can’t repeatedly visit New York without falling into its oldest theatre traditions.) Vaudeville became drag. Drag begot a creativity and athleticism he’d never known was possible for someone like him. Newly seventeen and now those bones that'd bent under the weight of himself and his sadness were suddenly carrying Mookie through a new chapter. Gave strength to Hennessee, a larger-than-life character who was so very cathartic to become. Strength on his own small stages, performing for people of all ages who loved him. Strength in the streets to evade the people who sought to hurt him for finding himself. The biggest blessing: meeting Miss Dodie James.

[DODIE JAMES enters stage right. She is eighteen. She is a copper-skinned snark machine, a super-fan, and is more than happy to be Mookie’s right hand woman.]

But Dorothy was twenty and Nashville wanted her for good, so her managers Mookie’s glass parents went with and sent him to stay with a half-dead great-aunt in ATL. He kept contact with Dodie, grew a name for himself in Georgia, kept his sights set on a forever home in New York one day.

It was a letter from Dorothy that changed everything.

Mookie was blindsided. Her crooning and cowboy fringe had been so separate from his glitter and cocktail pantomime for so long. Read a few words with shaking hands, thought, You have everything. You don’t need me, too. Changed his address and his name and now he’s changing his face.

He’ll finally move to New York. If another Simon ever sees him again, their eyes will slide past him just as they’ve always done.

(He knows in his bones this is how it’s meant to be.)

The Tijuana condo has two bedrooms but Dodie’s bunking with him. Just for now - now that she knows everything.

It’s the night before the first surgery.

It starts with this, Dodie says from her side of the bed. Then you nip and tuck, nip and tuck till you’re the Black Ken Doll From Hell. What happens when we both die and they gotta identify you?

Mookie closes his eyes. They don’t know me for my smile. They can check my teeth.

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[The stage is MOOKIE’S SKULL – pitch black, pain-free room. The buzz of a BONE SAW reverberates. MANDIBLE floor shudders and breaks under pressure.]

Recovery is this:

-A wired jaw

-Dodie doing all the talking in Tijuana (Mookie S.O.B.S., which means he Spares Others from his Broken Spanish)

-Dodie tending his wounds

-Endless milkshakes and purees and Peridex mouthwash

-Extended time to shop floor show ideas

By night he falls asleep sweating under fans with 'novelas in one ear and a Bronx accent in the other (Dodie never moved into her own room).

When he gets onstage as Hennessee again he’ll have much to answer for. He deliberately kept the reason for his leave vague but he knows someone will put two and two together before he returns to American soil. (Queued media posts can only tide fans over for so long.) With this liquid diet he’s lightening up so much, too, and so having a snatched face and waist will make Hennessee the talk of Midtown. It’s all enough material for several shows over and Mookie’s pushing his pen overtime in this condo. (His jaw aches with the urge to practice aloud more than anything. Properly, not the ventriloquist dummy murmuring he can do through the wire right now.) He has way too many puns about mental gymnastics.

[He, MOOKIE SIMON, grown-ass glass child, is she, HENNESSEE WILLIAMS, drag superstar and legendary gaywright of the 21st century. She is in Baja California with ten journals and a dry erase board and she’s not afraid to use them.]

The page on the bed between two friends comprises the scribblings of madmen. Mookie can’t tell where his ideas end and Dodie’s begin. He writes ‘Operation MB’, gives her room to work. Quickly gives her a metal grin – she’s just drawn Brain Surgery Cavity Sam instead of Full Body Cavity Sam.

Isolation got us on the same wavelength, Mookie writes.

Dodie shakes her head. We were already there.

And that’s another thing to contend with: he's not sure when Dodie crossed over from best bud to collaborator – but he's not complaining. Who better to create with than someone who's supported him from jump? Something about her vagabond nature made her latch on. Over the years he’s learned about her foster upbringing. How it'd hardened her in some ways, softened her in others. She doesn’t talk about her birth folks much like Mookie doesn't mention his family. Yet the whole of her has always seemed so transcendent. Mookie's trauma is written on his face when he's not on stage, and he's sure his friendship with her is predicated on her being the only one who can handle it. Maybe that's phrenology, that messy old way of thinking things are so set in bones. Maybe emotions are a bit malleable, like cartilage. Maybe Dodie just sees a person; a being made of ever-moving parts.

[The stage is MOOKIE’S SKULL. It’s newly renovated but it’s still not all that pretty. DODIE is strangely at home here.]

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