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straykidzwifey · 10 months ago

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Unexpected Encounter

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Pairing: Bang Chan X OC

Warnings: none

Summary: An unexpected encounter happens when Zena Allen runs into Felix a member of Stray Kids, her all time favorite Kpop group. He invites her to their concert later that night where she meet Bang Chan. Will there encounter spark a relationship or will she forever be just a fan.

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Chapter 1: Grocery Store Encounters

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With a heavy sigh, Felix pushed the squeaky shopping cart through the bustling aisles of the supermarket. His bandmates were waiting for him at the hotel, exhausted from their long flight to Texas for the end of their world tour. Despite his own fatigue and longing to relax and watch some Netflix, Felix had lost a game of straws and was now stuck doing this mundane chore. The bright lights and colorful displays of the market seemed to mock him as he begrudgingly tossed various snacks into the cart, each one representing another lost round in the game. A mix of scents wafted through the air - fresh fruits and vegetables mingled with the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked goods. But all Felix could think about was getting this errand over with so he could finally join his bandmates and rest after their journey.

His eyes scanned the neatly organized shelves, searching for any signs of chips, cookies, and candy. The bright packaging and tempting aromas called out to him, promising a satisfying snack for his hungry band mates. He quickly tossed them into the cart, hoping it would be enough to satisfy their voracious appetites. Not wanting to forget about hydration, he also grabbed some water bottles and soda cans, knowing how important it was to stay refreshed. Glancing at his phone, he saw that he had a few precious minutes left before he had to head back home. With a sense of curiosity, he decided to take a leisurely stroll through the store, his eyes scanning for any interesting finds along the way.

As he rounded the corner, a familiar tune filled his ears from the store's speakers. It was one of their own songs, "God's Menu". A smile spread across his face as he hummed along, feeling a surge of pride and joy. Creating music with his friends brought him so much happiness and sharing it with others was even more rewarding. The upbeat melody filled the air, making Felix feel like he could conquer anything.

He walked past the frozen food section and saw two girls standing in front of the ice cream freezer. One of them was dancing and singing along to the song, her body moving fluidly to the beat with unbridled energy. Her outfit was a reflection of her unique spirit, with ripped jeans hugging her curves, a white tee accentuating her hourglass figure, a black zip up hoodie providing some warmth, a denim jacket adding edge, and black combat boots giving her an added sense of power. Her head was adorned with a baseball cap, its tan color complementing the two-toned hair that shone brightly under the artificial glow of the fluorescent lights. One half of her hair was black while the other was white, mirroring the duality of her unique style. Her hazel eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she belted out the lyrics.

The other girl stood next to her, shaking her head in amusement while rolling her eyes at the other girl's antics. She had a small smile on her face, unable to hold back her laughter as she watched her companion dance without a care in the world. Unlike her companion's bold fashion choices, this girl opted for simple comfort in a tan shirt and jeans, but she still managed to look effortlessly beautiful. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that swayed gently as she moved. Blue eyes looked bemused and slightly annoyed at having been dragged along on this unwanted grocery trip.

Felix couldn't help but stare at them both, amused by their contrasting reactions to the music. It was moments like these that reminded him why he loved creating music with his friends. It brought joy and happiness to others, even in the most unexpected places. He wondered if these girls just recognized the song or knew who Stray Kids were, but it didn't matter. In that moment, all that mattered was the shared love for music and the connection it brought between strangers.

Felix couldn't resist the urge to join in on the fun dance party happening right in front of him. The girl moving gracefully to the beat caught his eye, her shoulder length hair bouncing with each step. She radiated a vibrant energy that drew him in. Felix found himself smiling at her enthusiasm, admiring her endearing and lively spirit. With determination, he parked his cart nearby and walked over to them, his friendly smile reaching his eyes.

"Hey there," he greeted, his deep Australian voice contrasting with his youthful appearance. "I love your moves! Mind if I join in?"

The dancing girl came to an abrupt stop, her feet faltering as her brain processed the sight in front of her. Her eyes scanned the person standing before her, widening in disbelief as she took in the tall, slender Korean man with a bleach blond mullet. His face was freckled, his warm brown eyes radiating with a smile that could brighten up anyone's day. It was none other than Felix from Stray Kids, someone she had long admired. And he was talking to her. Heat rushed to her cheeks, turning them a bright shade of red, and her heart thrummed wildly in her chest. As a die-hard fan of the group, Felix was one of her favorite members and seeing him in person was like a dream come true. She had posters of him plastered all over her walls and had watched every single one of his videos and interviews multiple times. Meeting him was something she had always dreamed of, but she never imagined it would happen like this.

"O-oh my gosh," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement and nerves. "You're Felix! From Stray Kids!" Her high-pitched voice contrasted with his deep one, but she couldn't help it. "I-I love you so much!" Her words spilled out in a rush, overflowing with adoration for the talented artist standing before her.

A flush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks and she quickly covered her mouth with a trembling hand. Her outburst had been unexpected, and she couldn't help but feel a hint of panic at the thought of being judged as crazy or creepy. She shifted her gaze to her sister, whose expression was a mix of confusion and amusement. Oh, how she wished she could shrink herself and disappear into the cool depths of the freezer, away from the embarrassment.

Felix couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, finding it both flattering and amusing. He thought she was adorable and enjoyed her candidness. Extending his hand for a handshake, he introduced himself as if she didn't already know who he was. "Nice to meet you, I'm Felix," he said with a smile. "May I ask what your name is?"

With her heart racing, she stammered out her name as his warm hand enveloped hers. She could feel the strength in his grip as he gently held onto her. "Zena," she repeated, the sound of her name coming out in a breathless whisper. It was almost as if her name had taken on new meaning in that moment, tingling with electricity. "Zena Allen," she finished, the words sounding foreign and yet comforting at the same time.

Her name rolled off his tongue smoothly and made her cheeks flush with warmth. "You have both a lovely name and a stunning smile," he praised, causing her to blush even more. "And you have great taste in music, might I add."

A playful twinkle danced in his eyes, causing her to giggle nervously in response. Suddenly, his face lit up with an infectious grin that made it clear he had an idea brewing. He leaned in closer, his voice low and excited.

"Hey, I have a proposition for you. How would you like to join us at our concert tonight? I can pull a couple of strings and get you and your friend VIP tickets and backstage passes. You'll get to meet the entire band and spend the evening having some fun with us. What do you say?" His offer hung in the air, laced with excitement and anticipation.

A surge of excitement and disbelief coursed through Zena's body. She couldn't believe her ears - was he really inviting her to his concert? And not just any tickets, but VIP ones. It felt like a dream, and she was afraid to wake up from it. With wide eyes shining with gratitude, she nodded eagerly.

"Oh my gosh, yes! I would be honored to go!" Her voice rose in pitch with each "yes" until she was practically squealing. "Thank you so much, Felix! You truly are the best!" A sense of gratefulness and happiness washed over Zena as she thanked her newfound friend.

He couldn't resist being captivated by her authentic kindness and warmth. He was eager to discover more about her.

As he looked at Zena's companion, he noticed she had been observing them with a curious yet questioning look on her face.

He greeted her with a friendly wave and introduced himself. "Hi there, I'm Felix. And you are?" he asked politely.

"Zara," she replied coolly, acknowledging his introduction with a nod. "Zena's sister."

Unlike many others he had met, Zara didn't seem impressed by his fame or charming demeanor. She held no interest in KPOP or Stray Kids, finding them overrated and annoying. Her loyalty lay with Zena, whom she loved deeply and was fiercely protective of. KPOP was simply not her cup of tea, despite being close to someone who adored it wholeheartedly.

"Well, Zara, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said with a cheerful smile. "Will you be joining us at the concert?"

Zara shook her head firmly, her long blonde ponytail swaying as she did so. Her blue eyes held a hint of defiance.

"No, thank you. I'm not particularly fond of KPOP. I have other plans for the evening," she replied with a slight untruth. She didn't have any concrete plans, but the thought of spending her night surrounded by rowdy boys and frenzied fans was unappealing to say the least.

Although she was a music lover, this specific genre was not up her ally.

Felix felt a pang of hurt wash over him as he furrowed his brow. His mind raced with questions and doubts as he tried to get her to change her mind.

"Are you absolutely certain? It's bound to be an unforgettable experience. Our songs are catchy and our dances are lively, and we all have unique personalities that shine on stage. I truly believe you might enjoy us if you just give us a chance," he pleaded, his tone tinged with hopefulness and desperation.

Zara shook her head for the second time. "No, I'm positive. I have other tasks to attend to. Zena would appreciate it much more anyways," she stated, not giving it a second thought.

She spun gracefully on her heels and sauntered over to the next aisle to retrieve an item from their shopping list, giving them a moment alone. She returned in a matter of seconds.

A twinge of guilt and sadness tugged at Zena's heart as she thought of her sister. She longed for her to be by her side, sharing in this incredible experience. She considered declining Felix's offer and staying with her sister because it wasn't as fun to go by yourself, but then she looked at him with his concerned and hopeful expression. A small smile played on his lips.

Felix turned to Zena, his tone gentle and sincere. "You're not changing your mind on me, are you?" he asked. "It'll be a blast, and I really want to hang out with you and get to know you better. And I'd love for you to meet the rest of the band. What do you say?" His words enveloped her like a warm hug, tempting her to forget her concerns and have a fun evening with this truly kind man.

Her heart was in turmoil, torn between two opposing desires. On one hand, she craved to join Felix at his concert – to witness his performance, meet his bandmates, and have a carefree time. Yet, on the other hand, she couldn't bear the thought of going without her sister. She grappled with the burden of conflicting wants and her sense of duty towards both Felix and her sister.

He stood by, waiting for her answer without any sign of impatience. The thought of spending time with him, making him happy and enjoying his company, sent her heart racing. However, when she glanced over at her sister, a twinge of nervousness passed through her.

With one last deep breath, she made a decision.

Her lips parted, her breath catching in anticipation as she spoke. "Thank you, Felix," she said warmly, her heart overflowing with gratitude for his invitation. She could feel the weight of his kindness and generosity in every word.

"I would be happy to go." Her words were filled with excitement and curiosity, and as she gazed at Felix, she saw his face light up like a starry night sky. His smile widened, revealing a set of perfect white teeth, and his eyes sparkled with joy and relief. It was clear that he was just as excited about their plans as she was.

His face lit up with hopeful disbelief. "Really? You would? That's incredible!" His voice rose in excitement, causing the words to tumble out in a rush. "I'm so glad you said yes. You won't regret it. Trust me."

She turned to her sister, afraid to see her reaction. But Zara's eyes were filled with pure joy and excitement for her. A wide smile spread across her face, expressing her approval and shared enthusiasm for her beloved older sister.

A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she playfully rolled them at Zena. She gestured towards Felix, a kind and patient man who stood by with a warm smile on his face. "Come on, Zena," she chided gently, "let's not be rude. Say thank you." Her voice was filled with warmth and affection for her sister. Zena returned the smile and nodded gratefully, her demeanor softening under the gentle reminder.

Zena's gaze met Felix's once again, his eyes still brimming with hope and eagerness. She couldn't help but smile at his expression, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, surprising both him and herself. "Thank you, Felix," she whispered into his ear. "Thank you for being so kind and generous. And thank you for inviting me to your concert." Her voice was filled with genuine appreciation and excitement. As he hugged her back, she could feel the strength of his embrace and the warmth of his body against hers, causing a flutter in her stomach. "I have no doubt it will be an amazing night," she added with a grin. "And thank you for that mini concert," Felix replied with a chuckle, bringing a blush to Zena's cheeks.

With a twinkle in his eyes and a playful grin, he broke away from their embrace and locked his gaze onto hers. "Hold on," he said, reaching into his pocket, "let me give you the tickets and VIP pass."

"Why don't you give me your phone number? That way I can text you all the details." With a fluttering heart, she recited her number to him. He quickly typed it into his phone and sent her the ticket and pass links along with a sweet message: "Hi, it's Felix. I'm thrilled that you're coming to our concert. Can't wait to see you. xoxo". The warm feeling in her chest intensified as she watched him put his phone away, knowing that they would soon be reunited at the concert.

He said with a gentle smile, "There, that's taken care of. Now, I must go. I have to check out and get back to the hotel before the rest of the band wonders where I am. But I'll see you later, okay? Don't forget about me."

His brown eyes sparkled mischievously as he winked at her. He turned on his heels and strides towards the cashier, leaving her breathless and in disbelief.

As she watched him go, she couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. A sense of joy bubbled up in her chest, mixed with excitement, giddiness, wonder, and curiosity. She pulled out her phone and began looking at the text he sent her moments before.

Zena's sister gazed at her with a mixture of bemusement and admiration, a smile dancing on her lips.

"Oh my gosh, Zena," she exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm, "you're going to a Stray Kids concert with Felix! How do you feel? Are you bursting with excitement? Are you a bundle of nerves? How did you manage to score the tickets? Give us all the juicy details!" She playfully held an imaginary microphone up to Zena's face, as if conducting an interview for a popular talk show.

She shook Zena's arm in an attempt to elicit a response. "Come on, sis," she prodded teasingly, "don't be silent. Say something. Anything. You must be over the moon right now. Tell me." Zara's playful whining continued as she eagerly awaited her sister's reaction.

Zena's laughter tinkled through the air as she playfully shoved her sister.

Her heart was racing with excitement and nerves, still in disbelief that she had just met a member of Stray Kids. She couldn't stop looking at the tickets and VIP pass on her phone, trying to imprint them into her memory forever.

As Felix disappeared through the door, Zena couldn't help but exclaim, "Dreams really do come true."

She turned to walk away, her sister trailing behind her, their conversation already turning to what Zena should wear for the concert tonight. Every step felt light and buoyant, as if she were floating on a cloud of pure joy and anticipation.

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Note: I know Chan hasn’t been introduced yet but he’s coming in the next chapter I promise. I’m building it up to that point. So bear with me.

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trappedinthewalls · 7 months ago

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So yesterday that Annie person from the P&Z circle @pleasetiemyshoelaces talked about a couple of times decided to have an absolute conniption over a post I made x number of months ago speculating over Poppy's behavior. She reblogged every reblog acting like they were made at different times, like this was an ongoing thing I'd been talking about repeatedly, and not that I'd reblogged it all in one day cause I was too lazy to edit the first post.

She called me a men's rights activist and had a "history of r#pe apologia" because I posted about this exactly once, because I believe @noehflake , and because I called Poppy a bitch. Mhmm yeah. Okay. Totally not coping over the fact that she's too much of a coward to actually confront any of the people who actually talk about this stuff on a regular basis. Annie, sweetie, this is a vent blog. This is not a critical blog. I don't have any kind of platform. There is no mission here. I'm not trying to take anyone down or harass anyone. This is where I occasionally come to complain. That's it.

For the people in the back. Noehflake is not a r#pist. Here's what happened according to the (actual) evidence (read the Poppyamory documents and the Luxander video on it for the receipts and watch the Victor Burns interview for Noeh's side of it. We already know Poppy's side cause she hasn't shut up about it): Noehflake broke up with Poppy for being a terrible partner. Poppy harassed her and badgered her and complained on Twitter about it. Zena gaslit and badgered and manipulated Noehflake into letting the trip they'd been planning on happen anyway and Poppy asked Noehflake to pretend like they weren't broken up. They met at the hotel and had sex because Poppy wanted to and Noehflake wanted to make her happy (that's a thing that ace people do, believe it or not). Then the next morning Noehflake decided she still didn't want to continue the relationship, in no small part because Poppy and Zena were screaming at each other, so she wanted to leave. Poppy tried to physically prevent her from leaving (which is a crime, by the way) and asked if Noehflake had just had sex with her to "test to see if she loved her" (which is absolutely nuts to think). Noehflake was tired of this bullshit and said yes just to get Poppy to get the hell out of the way, and Poppy was shocked enough to let her go (seriously, if someone were barring you from leaving, wouldn't you say anything to get them to let you go?). Then when Poppy kept badgering Noehflake to get back together, Noehflake admitted to lying about using the sex as a test and in truth had agreed to the sex because of feeling conflicted and wanting to make Poppy happy. Poppy took the single part of the lie and ran with it, deciding to paint Noehflake as a r#pist because she just couldn't let it go that she got dumped.

She also kept messaging Noehflake after this, and tried to friend her on Facebook.

Having sex with your ex to make them happy and then deciding not to continue the relationship is not r#pe. If anything, it's a pity fuck. And Poppy is too much of an egomaniac to accept the fact she was given a pity fuck and then re-dumped. That's what the evidence says.

I believe Noehflake's story because it has stayed consistent this entire time. Poppy's story has changed several times rapidly. And we have receipts.

I complain because this is all a bunch of soap opera bullshit and I wouldn't care if it wasn't being perpetuated people with a platform and influence over vulnerable people. If this were being done by a politician or non-internet celebrity I'm pretty sure people would be just as interested at seeing it put to an end. I'm certainly not going to do it. Other people have decided to do that. But I will complain about it. I'm allowed to. But only sometimes.

So go whine about it to someone who actually matters in this fight. You won't get anywhere whining about me, cause I don't matter. I'm a little nobody. And that's how I like it.

#poppy diabolique #poppy & zena #zena and poppy #zenaandpoppyonyoutube #poppy #toxic people #toxic behavior #venting

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speakinginsimlish · 8 months ago

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Raquel, Zena, Hermione and Hecate take a day to explore their hotel and enjoy the beach.

#ts2 #sims 2 #sims #simblr #sims 2 gameplay #speakinginsimlish #H6

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byneddiedingo · 1 year ago

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Jean Simmons and Dirk Bogarde in So Long at the Fair (Antony Darnborough, Terence Fisher, 1950)

Cast: Jean Simmons, Dirk Bogarde, David Tomlinson, Honor Blackman, Felix Aylmer, Cathleen Nesbitt, Betty Warren, Marcel Poncin, Austin Trevor, André Morell, Zena Marshall, Eugene Deckers. Screenplay: Hugh Mills, Anthony Thorne, based on a novel by Thorne. Cinematography: Reginald H. Wyer. Art direction: Cedric Dawe, George Provis. Film editing: Gordon Hales. Music: Benjamin Frankel.

They might have called it The Gentleman Vanishes. Jean Simmons and David Tomlinson play Vicky and Johnny Barton, sister and brother, whose travels around Europe take them to Paris for the 1889 Paris Exposition, the event that saw the opening of the Eiffel Tower. After seeing a bit of the city on their first night there, Vicky retires to her hotel room while Johnny, feeling tired, stays downstairs to have a nightcap. In the morning, Johnny has vanished. Not only that, the room where he was staying has vanished too. The hotel staff denies that he was ever there, and moreover asserts that the room where he was staying, No. 19, has never existed: The only room 19 is a bathroom. The manager of the hotel, Mme. Hervé (Cathleen Nesbitt), whom we saw check the Bartons in the night before, insists that only Vicky checked in and shows her the registry that only she signed. And so begins Vicky's harrowing attempt not only to find her brother but also to prove that she's not insane. So Long at the Fair is a mostly engaging variation on the gaslighting theme that evokes the similar, though less complex, disappearance of Miss Froy in Alfred Hitchcock's 1938 The Lady Vanishes, though it's not in the same league as Hitchcock's classic. This version is a little too complicated for its own good: It's hard to ignore the many implausibilities of the scheme that's revealed at the end, and the accidental death of a witness who might have prematurely exposed the scheme feels like a contrivance to keep the plot going. But there's still enough fun in trying to figure things out, and the performances are good. Simmons gives full expression to both Vicky's bewilderment and her determination as she deals with uncomprehending authorities, and Dirk Bogarde is handsomely dashing as the expatriate artist who comes to her aid.

#So Long at the Fair #Jean Simmons #Dirk Bogarde #Antony Darnborough #Terence Fisher

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cupcakefactory · 5 months ago

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One Bed - ZEN x MC (wrote from an oc perspective but no names used)

Group: Zena Panflet

Rating: Fluffy, Angsty

Word count: 760 (love me a quick read)

"Fuck off."

She grumbled, crossing her arms as her hair fell beside her face - she knew she was throwing a tantrum similar of that a child may do but she was angry, tired and maybe a little hungry. She hadn't wanted to join Zen to his rehearsals, she hated him

Or well, that's what she keeps telling herself over and over to keep her mind off the fact she was slowly becoming connected with him, the way he smiled was contagious, his laugh was as catchy as the plague and she really enjoyed the smell of his soap around the apartment.

But that didn't matter because right now, right now she hated him. His rehearsal had run over, meaning it was nearly 10pm by the time they had got to their car, a car that was as unreliable as any other - a car that happened to break down on the side of the motorway, at half 10, on a Sunday. They phoned every company they could think off but the answer was becoming increasingly clear what the next step was - she pulled out her phone and looked for the nearest hotel which the two stumbled too.

"Sorry she's hungry.."

That chuckle, stupid chuckle.

"We were wondering if you had any rooms available?'

"Ah..Well with the storm we only have one sir.."

One.. one..shit she's read books like this, one room, one bed - the couple have a steamy night.. nono, she shook her head rapidly, removing those thoughts - she hated Zen, she didn't want to do that to him at all, no, never!!

She watched him take the key, pay for it and offer his hand, that stupid chuckle following her as she stormed off in the direction of the room, her impatient stomps irritating him a little - she wasn't the only one who had had a shitty day. He couldn't work out why she hated him, his co-workers often joked that she had a crush on him but...he couldn't see it, she never looked at him, she normally just grunted or swore in his direction, it made no sense but it was what he would have to deal with till he got his apartment back - he guessed she couldn't hate him as much as she made out because she did come to reherals with him. He pushed the door open, dropping the key in a bowl before flicking the light on - a groan from behind told him that this night was about to be painful.

One bed.

Of course there was only one fucking bed.

"I'll take the floor"

She said quickly, throwing her wet coat to the side as she lay on the rug - at least it was fluffy.. she did enjoy a fluffy rug - the feeling of it under her fingers was infectious, that was until someone else lay down next to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping on the floor with you. I know it's no point arguing with you."

She narrowed her eyes, sitting up and crossing her arms. Argue with her about what? She liked the floor, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the floor until he had joined her there, now there was one thing wrong with the floor but that could wait unti-

Oh- no longer on the floor whats happening?

She grabbed the closest thing to her in panic, her fingers burrying into hyuns shirt as he laughed, laying her on the actual bed with a small smile - he knew she wouldn't accept this normally but, the look in her eyes at that moment told him she may just do it now

"We can put pillows between us if you need"

"Whatever..."

Followed by a yawn, she closed her eyes hoping he'd just shut up and that he did, she lay flat and still until sleep eventually took over and she drifted off - it was strangely comforting to have another body in the bed, a sense of warm and safety making it easier to sleep, normally outside of home she wouldn't sleep.. but.. here? She slept like a baby, and when she woke.. in Zens arms she wasn't mad, it was peaceful - the birds outside the window was a reminder that she was awake and alive, in warmth..

"You should smile more"

A rough voice caused her to break away with almost a growl

"Fuck off"

He laughed again, maybe he hadn't broken through that shell yet.. but he had finally saw it cracking and he hoped sooner than later he'd see the real girl behind those broken eyes.

#mystic messenger #zen mystic messenger #zena

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ljubavniromani · 22 days ago

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Večita inspiracija (pdf)

Dzonatan nikada nije dovodio z ene u svoju kucu. Imao je dosta novca, tako da je ljubavnice odvodio u luksuzne hotele. Umeo je i sam da se privremeno preseli u hotel, ako bi ga neka zena zainteresovala u meri, u kojoj je bilo logicno da se cesto viđaju.Njegove veze su se zasnivale iskljucivo na seksualnoj privlac nosti, pa im je u startu bilo suđeno da kratko traju. Ma koliko da su Dzonatanove…

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gastronominho · 2 years ago

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Nova lista com sugestões para as festas

Natal, réveillon ou confraternizações, aqui você tem sugestões para todas elas

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#brasil #Café Cherie #comida #gastronomia #Hotel Savoy Excellence Campos do Jordão #Noah Gastronomia #notícia #Pobre Juan #Zeh Gastronomia Coeva #Zena Caffè

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nudgeride · 6 months ago

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There is literally evidence of lily doing the shit that she was accused of maybe not in Courtney’s case but considering lily’s incest fanfic it isn’t an unbelievable conclusion.

KP confronted lily about the allegations saying she didn’t feel comfortable and lily blocked her. KP asked her about Stockholm and what it contained, and she blatantly lied to her face. Ethel has screenshots from the fanfic and while Ethel is pretty shitty too she isn’t wrong about lily. And then tried to paint KP as “chasing clout” because she didn’t feel comfortable with rape allegations against lily.

Speaking of Ethel she has made videos showing lily’s fanfic of Stockholm. A CSA fanfic where Rainbow dash from my little pony SA’s the CMC. And lily herself has stated “Can’t do Stockholm I wrote that one” after lying to KP about what Stockholm was about. Not only that but lily’s new fanfic Scars not only shows lily doesn’t do her own research. Like how she put fucking birth control pills in a timeline where it wasn’t even on the market yet. But she is also doing incest like shit like how two teens start living together as siblings and then start fucking each other.

Now I don’t know much about Lizzy and lily’s relationship but considering how lily has treated her friends in the past like patchwork heart where she manipulated and love bombed them into making her gross art which included r@pe and furry porn. Or Britt a lesbian she manipulated into a sexual situation while still being masculine presented. I doubt that their relationship was a healthy one.

Now Courtney while like I said there’s no physical evidence. But considering how lily has a weird obsession with incest it’s not that far-fetched. It’s only alleged but Lily has shown signs of being a fucking creep towards children. Like how she said in her Hazbin hotel video that sexual abuse isn’t portrayed outright. And then compares Angel Dust’s sexual abuse to that of the Lisa series. Saying that the sexual abuse in Lisa isn’t portrayed OUTRIGHT. Which outright means “altogether; completely.” And portrayed means “depict (someone or something) in a work of art or literature.” Which means lily either is a fucking idiot who doesn’t know the words she using or she is a creep. Who wants to see a little girl get SA’d on screen. And considering the fact that in Poppy and Zena’s video with Courtney they read out some of lily’s messages. Not sure if it was tumbler or another app. But lily says “you can’t hold the actions of 6 year old accountable”. Which is true, but this can be read as a confession. Like her saying “if I did do something it’s because we were kids so I can’t be held accountable”. Lily also flip flops and lies on a dime saying she never raped Courtney but then flipping it to “Courtney raped me”. Which is a very common tactic for abusers to gaslit and flip the story around.

There is literally screenshots of lily doing fucked up shit but I doubt that you’ll even consider that so you do

AIN’T. NO. FUCKING. WAY

Lily… Lily… I CAN’T WITH YOU!

#lily orchard is a predator #lily orchard #lily orchard is a creep

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poppyandzena · 7 months ago

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Let's go through the FRIES model of consent with Poppy

Freely given:

Poppy established that she would bombard Noeh with a tidal wave of emotional manipulation and pressuring instead of taking "no" for an answer. PZ will argue that consenting to the trip is separate from consenting to sex. This isn't true because, in forcing Noeh to resign to do the trip via an 18-hour tantrum, she effectively wore down Noeh's will to do anything other than give Poppy what she wanted. Let's not forget that Noeh was in an obvious stress-induced disassociative state when she "consented" to the trip, and presumably during the trip (including the sex).

Reversible:

Noeh was not allowed to go back on her decision to do the trip. Poppy will say that she was just having a panic attack. Panic attacks don't last multiple hours, and Zena, who was in a clear headspace, continued to pressure Noeh into doing the trip. This trip created the conditions for physical contact. When Noeh's perception of her relationship with Poppy changed, Poppy held her hostage in the hotel room for two hours with Zena's help.

Informed:

Noeh did not use sex as a test. She informed Poppy that she was unsure of the relationship before the trip happened, and had to delude herself into thinking that the relationship could work because Poppy pressured her to. At the time of sex happening, Noeh was under the impression that the relationship would work. She came to her senses hours after the sex, while in a clearer headspace, probably upon reflecting on the circumstances leading up to the trip. Poppy and Zena's petty screaming matches probably didn't help Noeh's confidence in Poppy as a partner.

Enthusiastic:

Poppy initiated sex and Noeh did whatever she could to appease Poppy and prevent a breakdown.

Specific:

Poppy consented to sex by initiating in that specific moment. Noeh's future decision to end the relationship does not undo that. Noeh genuinely believed that she loved Poppy at that specific point in time (again, because of the time PZ spent making her doubt her own feelings). If Poppy wants to argue that she was in a manic state, then Noeh gets to argue that she was in a disassociative state.

@noehflake This is incredibly well written. Thank you anon 🧡🧡🧡

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gettothestabbing · 4 years ago

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Viceroy Hotels & Resorts announced that “Hotel Zena was created primarily by women, for people, both women and men. It is a hotel that offers a haven for all genders, races, and sexualities."

That might nor be quite the attitude of Viceroy's Maldives hotel in a country where Islamic sharia law orders women who have been raped to be lashed. The Islamic regime made headlines around the world when it ordered a 15-year-old girl to be lashed for having premarital sex.

But then again, 50% of Viceroy is owned by the Mubadala Investment Company, a sovereign wealth fund in Abu Dhabi. Its CEO is the grandson of the former top Sharia judge there.

Some 50% of Viceroy was owned by Jho Low, the businessman at the center of Malaysia’s 1MDB scandal that dragged in sections of its government and assorted Muslim royals. The Justice Department seized some of Low’s assets and the Abu Dhabi wealth fund was negotiating to buy that 50%, but it’s unclear who now owns the other half of Viceroy.

Viceroy’s true hometown in Abu Dhabi is about as feminist as a tampon portait of RBG.

Women have “male guardians” who run their lives and decide whether they can travel and the Sharia Court of Appeals found that men have the right to beat their wives. Female genital mutilation is commonplace, and rape is only a crime for girls under fourteen years old.

Hugging a man without the benefit of marriage however is a crime.

Foreign tourists who reported being raped were sentenced to prison because they had confessed to extramarital sex. In other words, it’s the usual sort of Sharia setup.

And don’t ask about “sexualities”.

#Viceroy Hotels & Resorts #Abu Dhabi #United Arab Emirates #Hotel Zena #hotels #modern feminism #Daniel Greenfield #pandering #intersectionality #tampons #Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg #Washington D.C.#Maldives #sharia

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happysunnyyellowlove · 7 months ago

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Thank you, @sgiandubh and everyone who contributed to this excellent research - you have most certainly covered all the bases and I will only add my two cents worth as someone who has been here far too long and seen this scenario far too many times. I’m exhausted by the repetitiveness of the same old tactic.

Clearly, this was a meal between people who are acquainted through the fitness world. Who are competing in the same event, with many other people. It’s not a date. Sam has friends outside OL as does Caitriona, that’s normal in healthy relationships. Sam walked from his hotel, Zena met him - and others apparently - they ate and then went to the event. They go back to their respective accommodations. Simple.

Now, does that mean Sam and the orange one won’t both use this platonic, innocent, situation and squeeze every ounce of innuendo out of it for both their benefit? Not at all. That’s how this works and some fall for it (or manipulate it and try to sell it) each and every time.

Hardly the romantic fanfic some are trying to spin.

Show must go on...

... and rather very much in your face, mind you.

Scottish Xena posted two stories at about 7 AM, counting calories, and, in the process, making sure to address roughly any objections that were ventilated on this side of the fandom, including this very page. See for yourself...

What are the odds she'd be talking about nutrition? Right. I am not an idiot. I know when something is way Over The Top - less is more, Xena. Less is always more: there was no need to overdo it like that, placemat and all, if you wanted to remain credible. You read us and you have been instructed to do so, just to perfectly stick to your walking, talking and very profitable Local Innuendo script.

Fair enough. And then, you also tell us that you will be at Hyrox today around noon, to film some ESN promo: your bread and butter, of course. S is just for shits, giggles and that Instagram yield:

So, there's that. *urv connecting dots like crazy, without having the slightest clue of what was discussed at that table. Her own brand of cheap fanfic for the masses, for the other five clowns commenting, out of which three at least are her own sock accounts.

Cue in the Useful Idiot. The Brazilian Tourist and Fan. Uma senhorita tão desagradável, who changed her story in between her first reaction reel and the debrief, back at her suburban Airbnb or where the fuck that was filmed.

First reaction reels:

'Just saw SH.' Not alone, oh no: 'com uma moça'. With a girl. So yeah, she had qualms asking for a pic.

First lie and dramatization. She posts a message for S where she explains she did not dare approach him, but she saw him alright. The one in Portuguese is completely different, though: 'I am going to post the video without sound, because I could only say "what a shame", while I was filming him on the sly. LOL.' I guess she thinks we are all idiots, or something. Also, in her reel, she confirms: 'ele estava almoçando com outra pessoa'/he was having lunch with another person. So far, so good, right?

Six hours later, a second debrief batch of reels, taking her reader's questions. The narrative changes, with a strong bias:

'Yes, he is super accessible and educated! I did not freak out, I just politely asked to take a pic (what I do consider the right way to approach famous people, at the end they are still human beings).'

For the people in the back: she is a lady. And a liar. The worst kind of liar, actually: a narcissistic one. Let's see what else she takes great pains telling us: 'ele tem um fandom bem tóxico'/he has a very toxic fandom. From now on, we just know what to expect, right?

Second answer, she explains he is very tall. He went inside to pay the bill and then he also went towards the bathroom (wtf?), she followed him inside, she asked for the menu, he finally went out and she approached him ('abordei' - 🙄) between the door and her table. Classy.

Cue in to a third answer (and second lie) to a very odd question: 'what did he smell like?' or something along those lines. For this one, I had to ask confirmation from Shipper Mom, who told me two things (she knew next to nothing about the whole episode- no bias): ' it's damn hard to understand what the hell she is talking about, she is eating half of her words. Plus you can tell she is lying.'

He doesn't smell, she tells us. But hey, she also freaked out a bit, finally (I thought she hadn't?!) and then well, 'ele estava com outra pessoa, uma moça, deve ser a namorada dele'/ he was with another person, a girl, probably his girlfriend'. But then he went inside (again? wasn't he coming out of the venue?), 'and the girl stayed at the table'. Things go murky afterwards, like they absolutely always do: she tells us she spoke to her (?), but would not say anything more, yet making sure to tell us she 'saw both of them'.

If anyone has a better version than mine, please step forward: we listened three times in a row, with Shipper Mom, a teacher of Portuguese and published literary translator. She was appalled by this young woman's carelessness and mendacity.

The Brazilian Tourist Fan is 23 years old (and it shows), she presents herself as a journalist and writer:

Seriously? What are the odds?

And finally, to wrap it up, the classical cheering moment, at yesterday's Hyrox: ' yeah, Sarah, nice!'

Nice, indeed.

FFS. Will it ever end?

Yes, it will. Anything ends: even Stalin's terror.

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