#I do admire that they took a creative risk

[boltsinmycereal]

Oscar - “I hope it looks cooler on TV than I felt”

….It, in fact, did not 😌

[intuitively-her]

You've been through many trials and tribulations that have only made you stronger! I'm getting specifically that you don't look like the things you've been through. From the outside, you actually look perfect, or your lifestyle does. People would never know the sacrifices it took for you to get here though. Most people wouldn't have even made it through some of the obstacles that you've faced. I also get the vibe that you're very reserved with your energy. Kinda like you don't speak unless spoken to. Not in a bad way though. You could be an ambivert. ENTJ? INFJ? You don't have to do the most to get attention, it comes natural to you. You know how to stand alone. Never been a "follow the leader" type. Your balance and stability are surprising as well. It could be because of your age. Or maybe you used to live a reckless lifestyle but managed to pull yourself out of it. I feel like you have a tendency to go ghost for awhile, but then randomly pop out on some new sh*t. People can never keep up with you. You're an enigma. It kinda frustrates people tbh.😂 On the flip side, you are very loving to those closest to you. You always trust yourself and follow your heart to wherever it leads you. You are your top priority and will always make sure your cup is full before giving to someone else. If your love is not being reciprocated, then you will simply leave. Your love is intense.❤️‍🔥 You could be a gift-giver or you enjoy doing acts of kindness. You always know what to do/say at the right moment. Lastly, your star qualities are VERY attractive to others.🤩 You're so humble about it too. You could be an influencer or have an active presence on social media. You have a lot of copycats and people that try to emulate your energy. It never really sticks though.

Confirmations: Confident, Intellectual, 777, Sarcastic, Smart-ass, Mixed signals, Intimidating, 1010, Charming, Promiscuous, Friendly, Competitive, Creative

You always find a way to turn your pain into power! It doesn't matter how many hardships you face, you never let it keep you down. You're always onto the next best thing. Always looking towards the future. Someone here likes to take solo-trips often or you enjoy hiking/being in nature. You often come up creative ideas or new ways to make money. Always willing to learn something new. That trait of yours is highly admired by your bosses/higher-ups. You work very well with others. When people work with you, it quite literally increases their luck and money flow. So be mindful of who you share that energy with. You are such a kind and loving individual, even at your lowest. Give yourself more credit boo!❤️ You're very committed to your self-improvement and personal goals no matter what you go through. That's something to be proud of.

Confirmations: Famous, Sexy voice, 111, Friendly, Funny, Someone here has a cat that is very clingy, 444, Pretty skin, Hermoine from Harry Potter, Elusive, Life of the party, Genuine, Beautiful, Seeing 8's everywhere, Someone here owns an exotic animal or you want one

You know how to transmute any negative energy/situation that is sent your way. You are an alchemist. This is my witchy pile.🔮 You like to play fair and see both sides in situations. Very unbiased. However, you'll also put a b*tch in their place if needed. Cause I'm getting that people like to come into your energy to test/bully you for some reason. But you shut that sh*t down real quick.✅ You may be very introverted, or you have this innocent/naive vibe to you. A lot of people blindly trust you. They know you would never try to cross them. You're a big risk taker. You might do something unconventional for work. People love how you march to the beat of your drum always. You might spend a lot of time alone or you keep a close-knit group of friends. You're not afraid to stand alone whatsoever. Nobody can steal your happiness. That is what's most powerful about you.⭐

Confirmations: Genuine, 911, 818, Mysterious, Intoxicating, 717, Witch, Self-absorbed, Pretty eyes, 737, 777, Uptight, Predator, Intellectual, Elusive

You're more than what meets the eye. From the outside, you seem very shy or monotonous even. But you're a true gem baby.💎Your charisma and charm is one of a kind. You stand out without even realizing it. Your wit and sarcasm is very attractive. You have a very unbothered vibe to you. In your own lane, and outta the mix. It makes me think of "Daria". You might go ghost pretty often. You're very big on self-care and your alone time. On the go a lot. ✈️People feel like they can't get ahold of you anymore. You're very focused on self these days. Me vs. me kinda energy. You're a natural creator. Very artistic and out of the box. You might've been this way since childhood. You're often the topic of discussion to those around you. People really enjoy having you around, whether you know this or not. You're a sweetheart once you truly open up. People feel lucky that they took the time to get to know you. You're a true friend.🩷

Confirmations: Clingy, 111, Wife, Light skin tone, 222, One night stand, Player, 999, Mixed signals, Addict, Psychic, Lazy, Outgoing, Eccentric

💖Please do not copy, repost, or steal my work. Thanks!💖

I missed you guyss xx!!🩷🩷🩷

[xoxopandapanda]

Proportional

Men like him gave up lives like this so that others could live simple and quaint lives. He risked his everyday so people could live theirs. He sacrificed so children would be able to grow up in a world more peaceful than he had.

Anya had come home, beaming and rambling on about something he had no idea about. He had long learned to not try to predict her - she would just throw him for a loop anyway. She kicked her shoes off at the door and beeline it for him. He had half a mind to tell her to put her shoes away, but she was holding a piece of paper that drew his attention more.

Instinctively, he lifted her into his arms as she climbed up him without asking. He caught a glimpse of the colors on the paper before she settled into his chest sideways, and to proudly present him with her object of fixation.

"Papa!" she loudly exclaimed, the paper give a pathetic snap as she pulled it taught between her two little hands to show him, "we practiced porpoises in art!"

As if he knew her all her life and could know indtany what she meant, he corrected her. "Proportions."

She was undeterred by his correction. "I drew our family!"

Loid took in the color drawing before him. The human in the picture were certainly fairly proportional, but the white dog was the same height as the man and woman, he presumed was him and Yor. "Bond is too big. He is as tall as me."

"Yep." Apparently Anya didn't see anything with a nearly 6 foot head to toe dog.

Loid leaned back to look into her shimmering green eyes. "What did your teacher say?"

Anya shrugged and wiggled to show she wanted down, which he complied with. She scrambled over to show the family dog her artwork.

He seemed very interested and let out a happy 'borf!' when she pointed out, very explicitly, that he was just as big as Papa and Mama because he was just as important to her.

Loid smiled softly to himself, wondering if she intended it to be that way or if she was just that good at thinking on her feet. He watched her from his peripheral vision as she put the drawing in his briefcase.

The next day, he sat in his office, waiting for the next patient of Dr. Forger, a man in his early sixties struggling to adapt to life without his wife. He pulled out the drawing from his briefcase and admired it.

He heard Anya in his head, telling Bond that he was just as important as him and Yor to her. He felt his heart squeeze slightly at the memory, a feeling he had long since come to accept as part of his day now, especially when he thought about the Forgers.

He had left it on the top of his desk when his patient came in, his focus quickly shifting to his work. However, the image was not lost on the elderly man.

"You've got the next Michaelangelo on your hands there, Doc." The wrinkles alongsode the man's eyes were ever present, but seemed extra deep in that moment.

Loid laughed good-naturedly. "She is certainly creative."

The old man nodded. "Does she make you happy?"

Loid answered after a pause. He was used to being the one who asked the questions, especially if this nature. "... She does."

"It's a good reminder after all we've seen in our lives that the young see us in such a light."

Loid cocked his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The old man pointed at his face in the drawing. "She doesn't see the war scarred soldier you hid under your facade. She doesn't see the sleepless nights that hollow out your eyes because you are tormented by the people you left behind on those fields."

They made eye contact. Loid felt exposed in front of this man who had fought on the opposite side of the line of him. His brain screamed to assess the dangers that this patient presented to Operation Strix, the Forgers, to Anya, but he was frozen in his body. He wasn't anything more than the boy who had lied about his age and tossed away any hope for normalcy at that moment. Not a spy, not a soldier, nothing but a boy who just wanted the world to go back to what it was before that bomb fell.

"She sees her father, a strong, happy man who holds her. Look at the smile she put on you." Once the old man's gaze had dropped from his, he was back in the moment. He felt rattled but still followed the man's finger to show the wide, white smile on his peach face." She drew the same smile on herself." Loid realized in that moment that the old man was right. He and Anya had wide, undefined toothy smiles in the drawing. Yor had a small black line.

Anya saw herself in him. And he knew, deep down, he did too.

"After all we've been through, it makes me happy to see life through a child's eyes." The old man shook his head softly and walked, back bowed, towards the couch. The session proceeded as Loid had planned, but once the door closed behind the elderly gentleman, Loid's mind raced back to the drawing.

He gingerly picked it up, almost as if he was afraid it was going to disappear once he had a grasp on it. He had been so focused yesterday on the proportions, he had missed the reality it represented.

Anya lived in a world where she was warm, safe, and loved. Anya knew that.

There was so much more to secure the world he wanted, where no child was ever scared or in danger as they grew, but he had done a small portion of that work already.

And maybe that was proportional to what he had scarified.

[randomfoggytiger]

Once again, you have done a wonderful analysis. I was the person who asked about the status of their relationship in Dreamland and Arcadia. 👏 great work!

I don't know if you have been asked this before, but I am going to ask anyway.

If you were to teach a class on the Xfiles for critical thinking and analysis, how would you want to structure the course? What episodes would be your "go-to" and what aspect of analysis would be your focus? Where would be a good starting point for the uninitiated?

You offer enough evidence that the show can be used for film analysis, writing, critical thinking, argumentation, creative writing, etc., so it is very plausible to use the XFiles as a medium to get students, or just the everyday person, motivated to think in ways that they may not normally practice.

I am inspired by your analysis of the asks that you share with your audience.

I think this my answer is both simple and complex, depending on which angle you want to tackle.

Simply: The X-Files is a masterclass in failure; and I mean that quite neutrally. There were cracks embedded in the foundation since Season 1-- a lack of show bible, a lack of narrative cohesion, a lack of attention to important detail, a lack of conclusive vision despite the aspirational visions-- that deepened with each new mystery box, each new twist, each new "the truth is out there, but it's not the truth we said it was a week ago, this time it's different" bend. Even more simply put, it is a deeply broken, deeply flawed series because its premise-- a shadowy conspiracy that cloaked alien interference and abductions-- was probably never intended to be more than that. But each new idea was more tantalizing than the last; and the more the show explored new territory, the more it sketched out an inescapable map. And soon, there was no new place to run.

Complexly: The X-Files is a masterclass in failure because despite all its faults, its flaws, its frailties, its downright ham-fisted or shocking plot points, the crew's talent was insane.

Not just David and Gillian-- though their chemistry's the stuff of legends-- but Mitch Pileggi, Nic Lea, the returning and supporting actors, the writers, the directors, the costume designers, the behind the scenes people, everyone poured their heart and soul and best into this series (until Season 7, which drained everyone, on and off set, of their investment.) It could, should have been so much worse-- it could have been canceled after its first season, it could have been canceled after the first few episodes, it could have been canceled after the ending in Season 1. Yet, in spite of DD and GA's green acting, and the more fixed direction, and the odd angle or odd script moment or odd lighting choice, there was talent-- sheer undeniable talent-- that was thrown in... maybe not everyday, but most days. And even more complexly, Chris Carter-- for all the faults that can be levied at his later work or behavior towards long-time friend Gillian-- fostered that talent. He was a generous executive producer; and once he formed loyalties, he stuck to them. In all the past interviews I've read, his writers and actors and crew admired his work ethic and trusted his judgment. And, while it wasn't the best judgment to guide the juggernaut of this immense series, he handled immense, buckling pressure so well that, by and large, he passed himself and his writing off as the stuff of legends... until, of course, it inevitably blew apart and plunged downward. But that's a risk he took; and the show did incredibly well while it soared.

Putting the two together: if I were to use this show as a teaching tool, I'd divide it into segments: the MOTW and the mytharc. The MOTW is where the show shines brightest, and what it's most remembered for by the vast majority of its viewers (and the populace.) Here, I could prove what incredible talent and dedication and drive can do: what generosity and fostering of ability, what openness to ideas, what creativity pushed to its max would inspire. How Squeeze-Tooms succeeded but Pusher-Kitsunegari failed; how to handle a skeptic-believer dynamic believably; how one show contained a multitude of tones, and played with them expertly (from drama to horror to sci-fic to comic to romantic to adventure to etc.); how to sensitively (or try to) push forward an idea that needs to be solved, in our world, without choking the audience with moralistic spoon-feeding. How and why (and when) a show can do all these things in one breath and utterly embarrass itself in another (looking at you, Fight Club.) That would then lead me into my second point: what the consequences of that would look like-- scripts written the night before (perhaps even the day of) filming; actors and crew pushed to their exhausted limit; one man creating more and more and more shows-- because he doesn't trust his first one will go on forever-- instead of focusing that incredible drive and effort to cleanly outline his pet project. Lastly, I'd shift into the perfect demonstration of The X-Files's rises and falls: its mytharc How the MOTW idea existed, in its infancy, in the Pilot; that the convoluted, ever-evolving plot didn't take shape and fly until the scope of ideas grew greater and greater; how that spawned an incredible mythos (or the potential of an incredible mythos); and how that mythos, for the most part, carefully danced a line that could have enraged many different factions of society and many different points. An elegant, slimmed conspiracy, at first, that took time to highlight important issues-- government overreach, abuse of power, coercive or vindictive control-- until it devolved into trite statements, repetition instead of invention, without firmer substance. Until the writers didn't have any land left to explore, turned around, and realized they'd flown into a corner. Then they threw a smokescreen-- a new tragedy or drama onscreen-- and hoped the audience would be blinded to the trick, once again. And, ultimately, how that lack of trust in the audience was a greater sin than their ability to finish the show satisfactorily.

If I were to step back, though, I think The X-Files could prove any point you want to prove: the struggle of the artistic vs. the executive, the reality of expectation vs. creative vision, the high of a meeting of minds between an ideas man and his audience, the impropriety of expecting fan loyalty yet shoveling them slop, the deevolution of a beloved franchise through disengaged interest and floundering quality, the importance (the sheer, indisputable importance) of writing well if nothing else, etc. etc. etc. I don't think I'd get into the Chris Carter issue, though. That area of drama is locked away from all but the most interested (in my case, over-invested); and it wouldn't be productive to bring into a classroom, seminar, or what have you. Unless, of course, I were teaching psychology. ;))))

Personally, I would divide the show into its sequential leaps forward: the time Chris Carter insisted on casting David and Gillian for their chemistry; the time Morgan and Wong pitched the show's first creature episode; the time Rob Bowman insisted on trying something different while directing; the time DD started writing, then directing, under the show's tutelage; the time GA wrote out her own script and directed it; the time Kim Manners or Rob Bowman or Vince Gilligan (or Spotnitz) pushed for overtly romantic moments between Mulder and Scully; the time 1013 and the show's theme and the UFO poster and the smoking man became international iconography, etc. All of these elements echo back to Chris Carter as a competent helmsman, and showcase him (and the show) at his best. Then, I'd pivot to the creative toll: the time crunch, the stress, the media speculation, the lack of privacy or a life, the ever divided attention-- that the most glamorized years of the show were also the most brutalizing (FTF and Season 5 filmed consecutively; and back to back with Season 4.) Finally, I'd focus on the sudden tone shift, pivot, and recovery of Season 6, 7, 8, and some parts of 9; and how each of the last three seasons suffered from the same fate: fresh new mysteries, failed follow-through, and catastrophic fatalities until the writers hit the emergency "Reset" button again. And that that pattern continued, irrevocably, for a movie and another two years.

But most importantly: I'd use any scene, any episode, any season to prove that all this profound effort-- time, blood, sweat, and tears-- can create giants... and can tear them back down when the foundations crack and give way. Until, in short, the writing, the one aspect holding everything together, falls apart. And without the writing, there is no final act, there is no happy landing-- there is only a man caught in the act, reprimanding you for looking behind the curtain.

Hope this helps! :DDDDD

[anamazingangie]

infernus aestimatus / Rhaenyra x Daemon

🕯️ Rated E 🕯️16.8k words 🕯️ Complete 🕯️ by AmazingAngie🕯️

tags: Canon Divergence, Fratricide, King Daemon Targaryen, Uncle/Niece Incest, Attempted Seduction - but who is seducing who here??, Virginity Inspection, Forced Eye Contact, Forced Nudity, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Death Threats, Threats of Rape, NILI : Nieces I'd Like to Impregnant Summary:

After the assault of Caraxes flames and Daemon’s command, he was certain no other Targaryen remained. He was wrong. There was one other. One Daemon had met. One Daemon had doted on. One who had called him Kepa. A girl of seventeen now, he thought her half mad, risking death by his hand when fully capable of escaping by her own fire breathing beast. But the girl desired something other than freedom, and she wished to be what Daemon desired, too.

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some favorite bits of mine,

He would hardly call that bloodthirsty—the only time he truly enjoyed the metallic taste on his tongue was when it came from a woman's cunt, the flavor of their broken maidenhead, taken by his cock as he took his pleasure from their folds.

He was not a monster though, the only reason he knew this flavor—that of blood mixed with seed—was from his insistence of making the girl find her own release, flooding his mouth with the sweet taste of her ecstasy as she peaked.

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“A queen lacks a throne.” He warned.

“Is that not the purpose of the king’s lap?” She responded, with little hesitation.

“Would you take such a seat during court? While subjects and nobles looked on?” He wondered, prepared for her to emphatically say no.

“I sat at my father’s feet for years, and many claimed it an honor just to fill his cups. I see little reason to feel shame for filling the king’s lap, should such close proximity not be even more honorable?”

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Now he grinned in earnest, taking a step back towards her. “To the contrary, little proves a woman’s virtue more than allowing a prospect to admire their form so fully. Why would one deny their betrothed to see proof of their virginity unless they feared he would discover it missing?” He pondered.

She bristled, “Would you dare question a princess on the matter of her maidenhead?”

“If they are bold enough to demand marriage, I have little doubt they could demand a man’s cock long before they have a marital bed of their own to lay in.”

She straightened, “A princess can demand all she wants, can she not? And yet my chambers are not overflowing with things my position could afford. It is cruel to expect this to differ with my cunt, uncle.”

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Her nails were longer and sharper than his own, when they dug into his flesh it stung, the film of scar tissue piercing easily beneath them. He was certain dark red crescents would be left behind, adding texture and color to the  weakened skin that still bore evidence of prior trauma. 

“It brings me great comfort that you did not go without suffering while you were away from me, uncle.” 

It took him a moment to process her words, and then he couldn’t help but laugh. 

Her nails dug in harder, and he hissed. When was a woman last brave enough to make him hurt? 

When had he last let one? 

He could not recall. But he was letting Rhaenyra do so now, even enjoying it. For he’d enjoy any attention at her hand, he thought, no matter if it left blood behind. 

“Was being away from you not suffering enough?” He finally asked. 

“I would not know, as you did not write to me.” She said, sounding caught between anger and sadness over this fact. 

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“I think you have gone without the presence of an available Targaryen man for too long. Only then would a woman of your breeding find desire for a brunette.” He spat, rather disgusted by the thought of dark hair so much as touching her milk colored flesh—it was wrong, for a Targaryen to want anything other than their kin. 

“Your mind lacks the creativity that is a Targaryen man’s form.” He insisted, his fingers working down the front of his doublet. 

She shook her head, “Whose fault is that, uncle?” She asked with a glare. “Perhaps such desires would not be roused if there was another option, but there wasn’t. And now…maybe such preferences are set, and it is too late for me to find fondness for you.” 

It was his turn to shake his head, “You’ve had fondness for me since the day you were born.” 

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“It’s very hard.” She muttered, her eyes focused down but wide enough he could see the surprise and interest in her gaze.

She looked up at him for just a moment, amusement on her face once more, “It is Valyrian Steel in a way, is it not?” 

He hummed, “Forged in the womb of a highborn Targaryen lady.” He agreed. 

Her hand reached for the length then, her fingers brushing it so gently—it tickled more than feeling good, but any touch from her was stimulating. “To be wielded by a Targaryen too, I assume.” She said, softly, “But you have sullied it by allowing the hands of whores and smallfolk to use it, have you not?” She said, her fingers stroking a bit more firmly while she looked back to his face. 

“I suppose.” He admitted, letting out a gasp as she squeezed her fingers around the head of his length. 

“I need salvation then, don’t I? I cannot be punished, not as king, but I shall happily purify myself in your eyes, and those of your gods, through frequent baths in the waters of my niece’s cunt.” He said, the final word harsh.

Her grip was harsh then, too. 

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there is much much more in the whole fic!

[blush-boulevard]

𝓡𝓱𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥- Y/N and Niki, find love in the BE: Lift dance studio. their bond deepens through shared rehearsals, heartfelt dates, and a growing connection that culminates in a magical performance.

gender neutral reader/ nishimura riki x reader/ fluff/ romance/ non-idol AU/ College AU/ ENHYPEN/ ENHA/ ENGENE/ nishimura riki/ one shot

word count: 2456

~ @nikisgirl15 ｜𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬｜𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝒰𝐼𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐼𝒩𝐸𝒮｜𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘｜𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~

Your POV

In the heart of HYBE University, where creativity flowed as freely as the Han River, I found solace in the rhythmic sanctuary of the Be: Lift dance studio. The studio was my safe place, it was my home. It's also where I met the love of my life, Niki.

Niki was different. He wasn't the typical university heartthrob or star athlete. Instead, he was a quiet presence in the spotlight of the dance studio, someone whose dedication to dance matched my own. His humility and natural grace caught my attention from the first few days of classes.

It was during a partner rehearsal for a Hip-Hop dance piece that I first partnered with Niki. Our chemistry on the dance floor was immediate, a blend of my precise technique and Niki's fluidity. As we practiced intricate lifts and synchronized movements, I couldn't help but admire Niki's patience and supportive demeanor.

we moved together like fire and ice. It was as if we were made for each other. I thought I was the only one who felt this way but as time passed, I started to notice that maybe, just maybe Niki also started to feel the same way.

After rehearsal one evening, I lingered in the studio to stretch, lost in thought about the upcoming performance. Niki approached quietly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "You were amazing today," he said sincerely, his deep voice soft but clear.

I turned to him, a grateful smile spreading across my face. "Thanks, Niki. You were pretty impressive yourself," I replied, meeting his gaze with a hint of admiration.

Niki chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. "I try," he said modestly, his gaze lingering on mine. "Hey, would you like to grab a coffee sometime? Maybe talk about the choreography for the performance?"

My heart skipped a beat. "I'd love that," I answered, feeling a warm excitement spread through me.

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Niki's POV

Coffee with Y/N ​​​​​​​​was incredible. Their passion for dance was infectious, and as we talked about our favorite performances and shared stories from rehearsals, I found myself drawn to their enthusiasm and dedication.

"You know," I began, a smile spreading across my face, "I've never met anyone who loves dance as much as you do."

Y/N blushed slightly, their eyes lighting up with a mix of pride and vulnerability. "It's always been a significant part of my life," they confessed, their voice soft yet filled with determination.

I stared at them for a moment before deciding to take the risk. I reached across the table, gently squeezing Y/N's hand. "I'm glad we met," I said sincerely, my thumb tracing circles on their palm.

As the sun set behind the city skyline, casting a warm glow over the café, I found myself leaning in, my heart racing with nerves and anticipation. "Can I ask you something?" I said my voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," Y/N replied, curiosity tinged with anticipation.

I took a deep breath, my gaze locked with theirs. "Would you like to go out with me again? Maybe this time, somewhere quieter?" I asked, hoping they could hear the sincerity in my voice.

Y/N's smile widened, their cheeks flushed with happiness. "I'd love that," they answered, their voice filled with excitement.

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Your POV

Our second date was a cozy picnic date in the park at our university. It was a bunch of blankets and pillows nestled in a quieter part of the park behind a few bushes, a hidden gem known for its peaceful ambiance and aromatic brews. The Area was dimly lit, adorned with fairy lights that cast a warm glow over the mismatched picnic blanket and cozy pillows.

As we settled onto the blanket, I couldn't help but notice how Niki's eyes sparkled in the soft light. We talked for hours, our conversation flowing effortlessly from one topic to the next—music, travel, our dreams for the future. With each shared story and shared laugh, our connection grew deeper, weaving a tapestry of shared moments and unspoken promises.

Time began to fly and the sky had turned a deep shade of midnight blue, dotted with twinkling stars. Niki scooted closer, his hand finding mine across the soft fabric of the blanket. "Y/N," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I've been wanting to do since the moment I met you."

My heart raced as I met his gaze, my breath catching in my throat. "What is it?" I asked softly, barely audible over the loud beating of my racing heart.

Without another word, Niki leaned in, pressing his lips against mine in a kiss that spoke of everything we had shared—laughter, dreams, and the unspoken promise of something more. Time seemed to stand still as we melted into each other's embrace, the world around us fading into the background.

When we finally pulled apart, a soft smile lingered on Niki's lips. "I've been wanting to do that for a while," he admitted, his voice filled with warmth.

My cheeks flushed with heat as I met his gaze. "Me too," I murmured, my hands intertwining around his neck.

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Niki's POV

After our unforgettable evening at the park, Y/N and I spent more time together in and out of the dance studio. Our rehearsals became opportunities to explore new choreography and push our limits as dancers. Y/N's dedication and creativity inspired me to strive for more, while their laughter and companionship filled my days with joy.

One chilly evening, as we walked back from the studio, I pulled Y/N closer, wrapping an arm around their shoulder. "You know," I began, my voice soft against the backdrop of the city lights, "I enjoy spending time with you."

Y/N smiled up at me, their eyes filled with warmth. "I feel the same way," they admitted, leaning into my touch.

I stopped under a streetlamp, turning to face them. "Can I ask you something?" I said, my heart pounding with nerves.

"Of course," Y/N replied, curiosity tinged with anticipation.

I took a deep breath. "I know that we haven't known each other very long, but I feel a really deep connection between me and you. And I was wondering if we could start going out officially as a couple?" I asked, my gaze searching theirs.

Y/N's smile widened, their cheeks flushed with happiness. "I'd love that," they answered, their voice filled with excitement.

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Your POV

Our relationship continued to blossom, filled with shared moments and heartfelt conversations. We spent countless hours in the dance studio, rehearsing together and supporting each other's artistic growth. Niki's encouragement and patience helped me overcome creative blocks, while his playful spirit brought light to our rehearsals.

later Niki walked me back to my dormitory after rehearsal like usual. And a few minutes later, my phone pinged with a text from him asking if I would like to go on a date tomorrow night at this pretty well-known restaurant.

I was initially hesitant as it was very expensive, but Niki told me not to worry about it and that he would cover the entirety of the meal. I felt bad for making him spend his money like that but reluctantly gave in.

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Niki's POV

I stood in front of Y/N's dorm room anxiously, with flowers in my hand. I raised my hand to knock but before I could even touch the door, it flung open and Y/N flew into my arms.

"Woah looks like someone is happy to see me" I Chuckled out as I fell to the ground, "If I had known that this was the reaction I would get from taking you to a fancy restaurant, then I would have done it sooner. "

Y/N quickly stood up. "No, I just missed you," they said with a shy smile and blush on their face as they helped me up.

"You saw me yesterday," I laughed as I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to fix it.

"that doesn't mean I can't still miss you," they said with an adorable grin on their face. At that, I finally got a moment to take a good look at what they were wearing. A blush spread across my face.

"You look beautiful," I blurted out, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me as Y/N stood before me in that stunning black dress. Their smile widened, a mixture of bashfulness and happiness evident in their eyes.

"Thank you," Y/N replied softly, their cheeks tinted pink. "Shall we go?" they asked, stepping back slightly to give me space to enter their room.

I nodded, handing them the bouquet I had brought. "For you," I said with a grin, watching as their eyes lit up with delight.

"They're beautiful, thank you," Y/N murmured, inhaling the fragrance of the flowers before placing them gently on a nearby table. "I'm excited about tonight," they admitted, turning back to me with a sparkle in their eyes.

"Me too," I replied honestly, feeling a surge of anticipation as we made our way out of the dormitory and toward my car.

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Your POV

As we arrived at the restaurant, I was immediately struck by the elegance of the place. Soft music played in the background, mingling with the chatter of other diners and the clink of cutlery. Niki had chosen a corner table by the window, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline lit up against the night sky.

"This place is amazing," I whispered, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the luxurious atmosphere.

Niki smiled warmly, pulling out my chair for me. "I thought you might like it," he said gently, taking his seat opposite mine. "Relax and enjoy the evening. It's my treat tonight."

I bit my lip nervously, still not entirely comfortable with the idea of ​​​​​​Niki paying for such an expensive dinner. "Are you sure about this?" I asked hesitantly, my eyes meeting his.

He reached across the table, covering my hand with his. "Absolutely," he replied earnestly. "I want to do this for you."

His sincerity touched my heart, easing my worries. I nodded gratefully, squeezing his hand gently before picking up the menu.

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Niki's POV

Throughout dinner, conversation flowed effortlessly between us. We shared stories laughed at each other's jokes, and savored every bit of the exquisite meal. As the evening progressed, I found myself captivated by Y/N's laughter, their genuine smile lighting up the room.

"You know," I began, my voice soft as I gazed into their eyes, "I'm really glad we're here tonight."

Y/N's cheeks flushed pink, a shy smile playing on their lips. "Me too," they admitted softly, their fingers tracing patterns on the tablecloth. 'thank you for this," they added, meeting my gaze with gratitude.

"I reached across the table brushing a stray lock of hair from their face. "it's my pleasure," I replied sincerely, feeling warmth in my chest that went beyond delicious food and elegant surroundings.

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Your POV

After dessert, we took a stroll through the city streets before heading back to Niki's car, enjoying the cool night air and each other's company. Niki's hand found mine naturally, our fingers intertwining as we walked side by side.

"I've had such a wonderful time tonight," I confessed, leaning against Niki's shoulder as we paused by a quiet park bench.

"So have I," Niki replied softly, his arm wrapping around my waist. "Being with you feels so right."

I smiled up at him, feeling a surge of happiness. "You make everything feel magical," I whispered, my heart overflowing with affection.

Niki's eyes sparkled with emotion as he cupped my face in his hands. "You're the magic," he murmured, leaning in to kiss me tenderly.

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Niki's POV

The kiss was soft and sweet, a promise of the love and joy that lay ahead for us. As we pulled apart, I rested my forehead against Y/N's, savoring the closeness between us.

"I've fallen for you hard, Y/N," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't even imagine my life without you now."

Y/N's eyes shimmered with tears of happiness as they hugged me tightly. "I feel the same way, Niki," they whispered back, their words filled with love and certainty.

"Meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me, " I said staring at Y/N with a look of deep affection and love, "I have no regrets."

I walked Y/N to my car and opened the passenger side door for her to get in. Hopping into the driver's seat I started the car and drove back to Y/N's dorm. Before dropping her off I gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, before rushing back to my car.

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Your POV

Our relationship deepened with each passing day. We shared quiet moments in the campus courtyard, hand in hand under the shade of a blossoming cherry tree. Niki's presence brought a sense of calm and joy into my life, a steady anchor amidst the whirlwind of university pressures.

One afternoon, as we sat together on the steps of the dance studio, Niki turned to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice teasing yet tender, "I think you're the reason I love dance even more now."

I chuckled softly, nudging him playfully. "Oh? Am I that inspiring?" I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Niki's expression softened, his gaze locking with mine. "You inspire me in more ways than one," he confessed, his voice sincere.

Warmth flooded my chest as I reached for his hand, intertwining our fingers. "And you inspire me too," I admitted, my heart swelling with affection.

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Niki's POV

As the semester drew to a close, we found ourselves amid final rehearsals for the university showcase. Together, we poured our hearts into perfecting our routine, each step a testament to our growth as dancers and as a couple.

On the night of the performance, nerves buzzed through the air backstage. Yet, as I stood beside Y/N, our hands clasped together, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Together, we took the stage, the spotlight illuminating our synchronized movements and shared passion for dance.

The audience's applause echoed through the auditorium as we took our final bow. Amidst the cheers and congratulations, I found Y/N's eyes, their smile a reflection of the pride and joy in my own heart.

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Your POV

After the performance, we celebrated with our fellow dancers and friends. In a quiet corner of the campus courtyard, under the soft glow of lanterns, Niki pulled me into his arms. "We did it," he murmured against my ear, his voice filled with pride.

I smiled up at him, my heart overflowing with happiness. "We did," I replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

As we danced under the starlit sky, surrounded by the gentle hum of laughter and music, I knew that this moment marked the beginning of a beautiful journey together—a journey filled with love, laughter, and a shared passion for dance.

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Narrator's POV

Their love story continued to flourish as they navigated the challenges and joys of university life together, their bond strengthened by their shared passion for dance and their unwavering support for each other's dreams.

[boredzillenial]

Day 10: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!

Oberyn teaches you a new way to enjoy your body.

Themes: f!reader, anal (always be sure to prep properly irl), fingering (vaginal and anal), Oberyn talking you through it, momentary pinv

A.N: knocked this one out in like a day and a half. Not beta read

It’d taken only a week for Oberyn to consume your thoughts. The stolen glances across crowded rooms, the accompanying lusty looks from his paramour, the final straw was a touch. He had been trying to get past you during a feast, and when he did so his hand ran down your side and cupped your rear. Though the moment was brief and he’d taken a great risk to be so bold, it’d stoked a fire inside you’d been trying to quell.

That evening, long after the castle had gone to bed you went to find the bold prince. You’d heard of his exploits and knew exactly where he’d be. You shiver under your long plain hooded cloak against the chilly night air, blending into the shadows of the street of Kingslanding until you find the brothel you’d heard Oberyn frequented. You’d managed to keep your nerve until you locked eyes with the man you’d come to see. He was leaned against the brick with his robe open, chest laid bare and sheened with sweat as he wiped his brow. “I was wondering if you’d come.” He smirked, kicking himself off the wall and sauntering toward you. “It seems your more bold that I thought. Come.” He reaches a hand out, beckoning you follow him.

You kept your hood tight as you twisted and turned through the halls. A haze of incense, sweat and sex filled the air almost making your head spin. Oberyn gently pulled you along to his private room where his paramour lay tangled with two curvaceous naked women. “My paramour, may I have the room with this one.”

He lilted, she eyed you with a smirk and pulled the two women up with her. “Only if she promises for us to return after your fun for some of our own.” Her dark gaze and thick lashes lingered on your lips.

You managed to hold her gaze, a small smile tilting the edge of your lips up as you curtsey. “Of course.”

Oberyn admired you for a moment with a hint of astonishment. You held her gaze until they left the room, the door clicking softly shut suddenly intensifying the moment. You were alone, in a brothel, with a Prince. The quiet click of a lock steadied you as you pulled off your hooded cloak. “I’ve heard a great many things of your… particular kind of prowess.” You moved to sit on the edge of the plush bed and eye him. “I must admit I hope I can keep up.”

He raises a brow “Keep up? My - you do not carry the same shame as others do here about sex do you.” His gaze felt like it could see right through you as he sat beside you. He gently took your hand in his and small circles with his thumb across your skin. “It sounds like you have, some experience at least?”

You nod, “Yes, things back home are, uneventful… One must fill the time.” You smirk. “However…” The rumors swirling in the back of your mind simultaneously push you to be bolder and hinder you. Your gaze moved to the floor as you begin to lose your nerve.

“Yes?” He gently lifts your chin back up to him.

“I would prefer to… learn new things from you. I’ve had good and bad lovers but, none of them were very creative…” you try to steady your breath.

“Ah I see. Most men across these 6 kingdoms fuck like dogs. Taking only their own pleasure from few places.” His thumb brushes against your bottom lip. “For women, there is, another option that can be explored.” His gaze flickers to your waist.

You feel heat pooling at your core. “Do you mean…” your knees press together at the thought.

“It’s something the gods gave men and women. It’d be a shame that you not be able to enjoy the pleasure it can bring.” His dropped his hand and rested it on your thigh. “You said you wanted something more creative.” He smirked. “I can make it extremely pleasurable.”

You nod, “Wine first?”

He let out a breathy chuckle. “Yes plenty of wine, and oils.”

Minutes passed like hours as you drank, laughed, and came with Oberyn. Between his mouth and his cock in your cunt you’d lost track of the number of times you came. There you lay naked on your stomach, smiling like a cock drunk fool. Oberyn said your name softly as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “You look pretty relaxed, are you ready for that creativity?” He cooed. You nodded and bit your lip in response.

He chuckled and pulled your hips up, pressing your back to keep your face against the soft mattress with your ass up. He gently took the mixture of your juices and his that dripped from your core and ran them up to that tight ring of muscle. You groaned as you grabbed the nearest pillow and dragged it to you, gripping onto it to ground yourself. Between his cum and your slick he managed to open you up faster than you expected.

“That’s it, just breathe.” He said softly as he worked his thumb into your unused hole. The rush that you got once he worked his thumb entirely in felt like wildfire burning through your body. You began to push back, begging for more. “So eager.” He said softly as he pulled his thumb out. With his other hand he pulled more of the juices leaking from your cunt and dragged it up. This time he pressed two fingers against your rim and pressed slowly, managing to slip inside more easily as your body ached to be filled with this new sensation. “That’s it. Stay open for me.” His voice sank into your mind as you kept your eyes shut and enjoyed this new feeling. “Good girl, taking everything so well already.” He twisted and worked his fingers into your ass slowly. Occasionally spitting and working deeper into you.

He managed to get down to his knuckles before his cock ached for more. He began fisting his weeping length and fingering your ass in tandem, eliciting breathy moans from the Prince of Dorne.

You peered over. The sight of him working himself as you felt his fingers nearly sending you over the edge. “Please, I want it.” You panted. He met your gaze with a smirk.

“As you wish.” He pulled his fingers out slowly and adjusted to kneel behind you. He sunk his cock into your weeping core and thrust as deep as he could, ensuring all of him was coated and teasing you as well.

You groaned as he pulled out, his cock practically dripping. As he lined slick tip to your rear the heat from it sent you reeling. He steadily pressed into you. “oh gods.” You whined as he managed to sink past the outer ring of muscle with a satisfying pop.

“Good girl, just relax.” He cooed as he began to stretch you slowly. He worked his hips back and forth, barely thrusting as he made his way in inch by inch. The fullness had your head spinning as your wrecked groans filled the room.

“Oberyn it’s - it’s so much please-“ you whimper, the sensation became nearly overwhelming as he sank into you completely.

“Deep breathes.” He murmured. “Does it hurt?”

“N-no it’s… it’s good.” You huffed, your body shivered as you adjusted and tightened down.

“You feel incredible.” He groaned against your slowly tensing entrance “Relax sweet girl.” He bent forward, seating himself deeper still and wrapping his hand around you to draw slow circles around your clit.

You whimpered at the sensation. “Please please please.” You whimper as you push back into him. He chuckles as he begins thrusting. This tandem motion of his length seated so deeply, stretching you so well combined with the expert motion of his fingers around your bundle of nerves made you come completely undone. Everything slipped from your mind. Your responsibility back home, your well manicured demure facade, even your name as you came for the first time with Oberyn’s girth seated completely in you.

As you quivered around him the feeling sent him over the edge as well. You could feel every pulse through your relaxed hole as dumped rope after rope of cum into you. He leaned forward, his weight and warmth grounding you back to reality. It was there you stayed till you felt his cock begin to soften and his voice whispered like music in your ear, “Was there, anything else you care to explore?”

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Taglist: @melodygatesauthor @lunar-ghoulie @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[mrsbsmooth]

What zodiac Signs do you think the S8 OG islanders are? Im curious for your input.. 😊

OOOOOH I'm gonna need @queen-of-boops to weigh in on this because she's my go-to for astrology related questions.

I'm like a Level 1 astrologer fr I only have such a basic understanding but here goes:

Theo:

December 14th, 1996 at 1pm

Sagittarius Sun, Aquarius Moon, Aries Rising

This makes him 27 at the time of the villa (summer), turning 28 at the end of the year. You have a strong sense of adventure and always seeking new experiences like a Sagittarius, but with the independent and free spirit of an Aquarius. You are not afraid to take risks and put yourself out there like an Aries, but with a sense of humor and optimism that keeps you grounded. This combination can make you an inspiring leader and a great adventurer. You can easily adapt to new situations and think outside the box. You have a natural charisma that attracts people to you, and you likely have a broad range of friends and acquaintances from different walks of life. You may struggle with feeling constrained or limited in your pursuits, so it's vital that you maintain your independence and freedom.

Jin:

June 14th, 2002 at 9am

Gemini Sun, Leo Moon, Leo rising

This makes him 22 at the time of the villa assuming it's late July so his birthday's already passed.

Your quick intelligence and curiosity make you an engaging and lively conversationalist, and your natural charm and warmth draw people to you. You are passionate about your interests and enjoy expressing yourself creatively, whether through writing, art, or performance. However, you can also struggle with indecision and restlessness when it comes to committing to long-term goals or relationships. Your desire for attention and admiration may make it difficult for you to share the spotlight or accept criticism, and you may sometimes come across as arrogant or entitled. Nonetheless, your innate leadership abilities and creative flair make you a natural influencer and an inspiring presence to those around you.

Jesus Christ that took so much longer than I expected.

I'm leaving the rest up to the professionals (Mo)

Claudia:

I see her as a Gemini. Mostly because she's just got Gemini ✨ vibes ✨ Probably got some Pisces or Aquarius in there.

Luna:

Virgo.

Oakley:

Pisces. Don't ask why. He's got Earth and Fire signs scattered throughout his chart but this is a Pisces man.

Emel:

I don’t know about sun sign, perhaps Leo? But she’s got a Virgo placement somewhere

Jack:

I barely remember who this man is so that makes him a Taurus.

Sophie:

Aries woman and I do not apologise for it.

[taehyungfirst]

I LOVE the creative direction Taehyung keeps pursuing. When you have achieved the fame and success Tae has, there is that pressure to want/need more. But to take this moment and go the other way, to give yourself the grace & space (and accept the risk) to do create, produce, reflect something different. I'm sure there are no shortage of offers and opportunities but he is clearly being very intentional with how he steps out on his own. And to see how happy it makes him to be able to step out as his own artist and musician. Now a collab with a lesser known, LGBTQ, WOC artist?! Go on! He's so cool. This is going to be a long 18 months.

Everything you said!!

The way he keeps being so authentic and how he decided to collab with an artist that he has been admiring for some time is so endearing to me, he creates music because he breathes and lives music he loves it so much you can easily tell by the directions he took with Layover, with the snippets he created before and the one he shared.

It’s just so good to see, I hope he gets to collab with the other artists he admires too in the near future. And yeah, I still don’t know how I’m gonna handle these months without him.

[mrstepford]

THE TOMBOYS GUIDE TO BECOMING A LADY

Sam was a self-proclaimed nerd and tomboy who loved nothing more than spending her free time writing stories. She wrote a series of stories about a tomboy heroine, and her latest story featured a female villain who was both elegant and deadly.

As she sat at her desk, trying to come up with a description for the villain's outfit, Sam realized that she was out of her depth. She had never been particularly fashion-conscious, and she didn't know the first thing about designing an elegant outfit for a proper lady. Feeling frustrated, she turned to her computer and began to search for inspiration. That's when she stumbled upon an AI writing software that promised to help with creative writing tasks. She was skeptical at first but decided to give it a try.

She typed in the prompt, "Describe an elegant outfit for a proper lady," and hit enter. To her surprise, the AI responded with a detailed description of the outfit in painstaking detail, including the hair, makeup, jewelry, and high heels.

Sam was impressed by the level of detail in the description. She could almost picture the outfit in her mind's eye. But what happened next was even more surprising. Suddenly, her own clothes began to transform, and before she knew it, she was wearing the very outfit that the AI had described.

She looked down at herself in amazement. She had never felt so elegant and sophisticated before. The outfit was a beautiful combination of a fitted, knee-length dress made of rich, deep purple fabric with a daring V-neckline that showed just a hint of cleavage. The dress was accented by a pair of black stilettos that added a few extra inches to her height, giving her a sense of confidence and power.

Her hair was styled in loose, flowing waves that cascaded over her shoulders, and her makeup was subtle and understated, with just a touch of rosy blush on her cheeks and a hint of lipstick on her lips. She couldn't believe the transformation that had taken place. She typed in the prompt, “Change me Back” and The AI responded with “Finish your story. Then I will change you back”

Not knowing what to do Sam sat down to continue writing. As she began to write, her fingers flew across the keyboard as she described the elegant lady that she had envisioned wearing the outfit she now donned. As she wrote, Sam found herself becoming more and more comfortable in her new attire. She stood up and walked around the room, admiring herself in the mirror and enjoying the way the fabric of the dress moved against her skin.

But as she continued to write, something strange began to happen. Sam found herself changing the story in ways she couldn't explain. The elegant lady, who had once been a villain, was now becoming a role model to the tomboy.

In the story, the elegant lady took the tomboy under her wing, showing her how to dress and act like a proper lady. She taught her the importance of poise and grace, and the two became fast friends. Sam was surprised by the direction the story had taken, but she couldn't deny that it felt right. She continued to write, weaving the elegant lady into the fabric of the story in a way that felt natural and effortless.

As she wrote, Sam found that she was changing too. She was becoming more comfortable in her own skin, more confident in her abilities, and more willing to take risks.

Eventually, she finished the story, and as she typed the final words, she felt a strange sense of closure. She had discovered something about herself through the process of writing, and she knew that she would never be the same again.

Suddenly, the AI spoke up again. "You have finished your story," it said. "I will now change you back."

Sam hesitated for a moment, realizing that she didn't want to go back to her old self. She had become attached to the confidence and elegance that came with the outfit and the story she had written. She typed back to the AI, "I don't want to change." The AI responded, "As you wish, Samantha”

Samantha was changed forever by her experience with the AI writing software. She had discovered a new side of herself, one that she had never known existed. She no longer considered herself a tomboy; instead, she had embraced her newfound elegance and sophistication. She began to write a new story, one that would reflect the changes that had taken place within her. In this story, her tomboy character was now a prim and proper lady, just like Samantha.

As she wrote, Samantha poured her heart and soul into the story. She wanted to capture the essence of what it meant to be a proper lady, to convey the poise and grace that she had learned from her experience with the AI.

The words flowed effortlessly from her fingertips as she described the transformation of the tomboy character. The character showed how to dress, walk, speak, and act like a proper lady. She showed the importance of manners, kindness, and standing up for what she believed in. Samantha wrote story after story, each one more compelling than the last. She became known as a talented writer, admired for her ability to capture the essence of what it meant to be a proper lady.

But as her fame grew, Samantha never forgot the lessons that she had learned. She remained humble, kind, and gracious, always striving to be the best version of herself.

In the end, Samantha knew that she had found her true calling. She was a writer, a storyteller, and a champion of elegance and sophistication. And she was proud of who she had become.

[gigglymarvel]

Like Sisters (Scarlett Johannson x Florence Pugh)

Florence meets Scarlett for the first time and the two begin their bond with a trust exercise. (Word count: 1442)

Scarlett flipped through her phone as she waited on the set for Florence who was due to arrive any minute. She felt more excited than anything as she had seen the young actresses work and was looking forward to getting to see it firsthand.

She had a feeling they would get along, but of course the slight nerves of meeting anyone new and making good first impressions settled in her stomach as she also swung one foot in eager anticipation.

Florence took in deep breaths as she walked into the room she’d be meeting Scarlett in, the actress she has looked up to for years. The blonde offered a shaky smile as she spotted Scarlett, walking over to her. “Hi there!”

The older woman smiled at Florence, "It's wonderful to meet you! I really admire everything you've done so far at such a young age!"

Florence then went quiet, trying hard not to explode from her comment as she smiled shyly. “Wow… that’s a huge compliment, thank you.” She replied.

The director then went over to the pair. “So I figured you two could use an hour or two to get to know each other, so I’ve assigned you to room 16 so you can spend time together. Maybe do some trust exercises or something since you’re playing sisters, I’ll see you both back here at 3pm.” She told them.

Scarlett smiled at Florence, "It's the truth! So, off to room 16?" The blonde said as she offered the younger woman her arm. Florence nodded, linking arms with her as she went to find the room with her.

The room was pretty basic, with a tv, couch and some refreshments on the table.

The older woman smiled, "So, what trust exercise shall we do?"

“Well, the only one I can think of is the trust fall where one of us falls backwards and the other catches them.” Florence replied, helping herself to some chips.

Scarlett took a cookie that was on the table and at it, "Me too. I feel like as an actress I should be more creative." She chuckled, "So who falls first?"

Florence shrugged. “I don’t mind risking my life first.” She offered with a cheeky smile.

The blonde mom of two chuckled, "Alright, let's do it," she said and stood behind Florence, "Whenever you're ready!"

The younger actress nodded, finishing her mouthful before putting her arms out to the side. “Okay…” she said before falling backwards.

Scarlett immediately caught Florence, her fingers ending up in both of her armpits. The blonde couldn’t help it, she yelped and slammed her arms down. “GAH SHIT!”

"Are you okay??" The older of the two exclaimed in response as she held her steady to make sure she didn't fall. Florence giggled and stood up, blushing a little.

“Yeah! Yeah it just- never mind…” she stuttered out, clearly flustered.

One eyebrow quirked, the mom in her figured it out, "Are you ticklish?" Scarlett asked the younger actress.

Florence’s eyes widened as she smiled bashfully, shaking her head as she took a few steps back. “W-what? Not at all…”

"Oh c'mon Florence, it's okay!" She tried to comfort, a playful smile growing on her face as she walked toward the younger woman, who backed away shyly until she felt her back hit the wall, making her gasp and try to find a way to escape.

"You know I have kids, and you're acting exactly how they do when they want the tickle monster to get them," Scarlett grinned and pounced, tickling Florence's sides and ribs.

Florence immediately burst into hysterical giggles, slamming her arms down against her sides as she slid down the wall and onto the floor. “I DOHOHO NOHOHOHOT!”

"Oh but you dooooooo! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!" Scarlett grinned and shook into her tummy now, kneeling over Florence playfully. The younger actress scrunched her face up as she giggled helplessly, shoving at Scarlett gently.

Tickle Monster Scarlett finally let up, "I didn't know you were so ticklish, Florence," she teased as she sat next to her and nudged her shoulder.

Florence gave her a look as if to say ‘already?’ But rolled her eyes. “Well you have literally just met me so.” She replied with a casual shrug.

Scarlett smirked and gave her knee a squeeze, "I feel like we've known each other for years,"

The younger actress flinched, biting back a smile as she shrugged. “Yeah well, I don’t feel that way because I don’t know how bad you are.” She smirked and shook into Scarlett’s ribs.

"Hehehey!" Scarlett giggled in surprise, not used to the retaliation since the last costar she had like this was Chris. Florence just smirked and scribbled under her arms.

“What? Don’t like it now the tables have turned?” Florence asked teasingly as she shook her fingers in gently.

"Flohohorehehence we're suhuhppohohossed toho behehe dohohoing the truhuhust ehheexercise!" She tried to distract her as she giggled and batted at the blonde's hands.

“This can be classed as a trust exercise!” Florence grinned and moved to raspberry her neck, continuing the armpit torture.

"AHAHHAHAA NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!" She blushed and pushed at Florence's hands as she squealed.

“I think this is working well!” Florence beamed and blew another raspberry as she scribbled into Scarlett’s belly.

"HEHEHEHE NOHOHO IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!" Scarlett squealed with giggles as she gently pushed at her hands. Eventually, Florence let her go with a small smirk.

“Oh you are so screwed.” The younger actress grinned cheekily.

Scarlett turned the tables back again and grabbed Florence's sides, "You too, young Widow," she smirked and squeezed in playfully, making her squeal in surprise, jumping back as she shook her head.

“Nuh uh, I’m the initiator here!”

"You're the one who's too ticklish for her own good," she smirked in playful retort. Florence couldn’t help but pout at that, folding her arms stubbornly.

She grinned back at the younger woman, playfully pinning her arms above her head against the wall, making Florence blush madly. “This is kinky.” She chuckled a little.

Scarlett chuckled, "My plan was to tickle you since we're playing sisters silly," she said before scribbling into armpits her armpits, smirking as Florence yelped and tried hard not to crack with giggles, shaking her head stubbornly as she tugged at her arms.

"Oh noooo does it tiiiickle? Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!" Scarlett sang and tried pressing her thumbs gently into Florence's armpits.

“NOHOHO!” Florence cackled and tugged even more at her arms, her face scrunching up as she giggled and slid down the wall.

Scarlett giggled and then shook into her ribs a little more before looking her over, "Where else are you ticklish, Florence?"

“Nowhere, nowhere at all…” Florence shrugged casually, biting back a smile.

"How abouuuut….here?" She tried squeezing Florence's thighs, making the younger actress cackle with laughter and kick out. “NHAHAHA!”

“Oh you aaaare ticklwish heeere," Scarlett cooed fondly and squeezed in as the blonde kept kicking and squirming around.

“MEHEHEHEAN!”

"Oh is that so?" The mom chuckled and decided to pull up Florence's top to try raspberries on her tummy.

“SHIHIHIHIT!” Florence screeched and shoved her shirt down, blushing as she cackled with laughter.

Scarlett smirked brightly, "You're adorable," she teased and hugged Florence tightly. The younger actress blushed and hugged her back, still wary just in case Scarlett tried to attack again.

The original Widow grinned down at her, "What? Afraid you're too ticklish?" She asked as Florence shook her head.

“What? Me? No…” she replied with a shy smile.

"Prove it," she smirked, "Hold your arms up for me," she demanded playfully, making Florence bite her lip and slowly raise her arms.

Scarlett grinned and tickled gently into her armpits, "Theeee itsy bitsy spiders crawl in Florence's armpiiits!"

“Hey I’m not a little kid!” Florence yelped out, giggling hysterically as she tried her hardest to keep her arms up.

Scarlett grinned, "Awww but you're cute!!" She cooed fondly and shook in gently, causing Florence to scrunch her face up and shake her head, continuing to giggle helplessly.

"Coochiescoochiecoochie coo! Ahhh coochiescoochiecoochie coo! Awww what a tough wittle Florence keeping her arms up!" She teased.

“Sehehehee? I told you! Now quit talking to me like I’m a little kid!” She giggled out.

Scarlett finally let up, "Fiiiiine," she grinned and then pulled Florence into a tight hug.

The younger actress blushed and cuddled into her. “You’re a meanie, ScarJo.” She teased playfully, but clinging onto her.

"I think we'll get on just fine," Scarlett smiled and squeezed tightly. The two women ended up staying like that for a while, already beginning to feel a lot closer, like sisters.

And sisters always get revenge.

[luisishere]

Spider and the Ellison

The following is the third installment in a trilogy of uselessness. Continue reading at your own risk.

What I can’t get over in my two previous posts is how I’m missing the mark regarding two authors I admire. This is the creative shortstop I’ve referred to in other posts as well. It’s like being trapped in a giant wet paper bag, and you can’t punch through or climb your way out. In any case, I’ll attempt to do it properly, AGAIN.

Third time’s a charm, I suppose.

Early in my science fiction writing aspirations, circa 2008, I had several copies of works by Harlan Ellison. In fact, it was reading Harlan Ellison’s I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream that made me want to write science fiction. From that harsh opening line, to the hell the characters go through, to the unbelievable conclusion, I was hooked, mortified, stunned, and most of all inspired. I finished that short story while sitting in a cafe and though to myself, “I can do this. I can write short science fiction stories that make this same type of impact.”

Late in 2010, I was doubting my future as a writer. I had read a lot of old school science fiction over the past year, and my writing output was not anything to smile at. I was set to go on vacation, and I decided I would put it out of my mind while in Hawaii, and come back and decide if I wanted to keep trying. On my first day in the rental home, I found a copy of Variable Star by Spider Robinson and Robert A. Heinlein. Spider I knew from a science fiction podcast that regularly mentioned him, and I had read his first Callahan books. I had also read a few short stories by Heinlein, and understood how important he was to the science fiction world. I was unaware of the existence of Variable Star. I started reading it… and I could not put it down. I finished it while I was on vacation. I took this as a sign, approved by Mr. Robinson and Mr. Heinlein: stick with the writing.

Being an aspiring writer, I tried my hardest to find GOOD books on the craft of writing. While Harlan and Spider never wrote definitive books on writing, I’ve run into many small pockets of writerly wisdom by both writers. One piece of advice that I read from Harlan was something along the lines of: read his work, all of the lessons are already there. I spent time picking his work apart, and tried to understand how it all works. Reading a piece of Harlan’s fiction is like preparing yourself for a ride on a rollercoaster. In contrast, Spider’s stories were a different breed. What fascinated me the most was how much they put themselves into their work to make it unique and impactful, all while telling a story. Someday, I want to be able to do the same thing.

Harlan Ellison and Spider Robinson are well liked in the science fiction community. There’s something to be said about Harlan in particular; he had a lot of critics and people who didn’t like him. He had an energy about him that can make him unlikable to some. I admired that about him, because he wasn’t afraid to be loud about political issues, the state of the world, and useless idiots. He was also fiercely supportive of other writers whether or not they were established. As a fan, I think that’s what I liked about him the most.

As for Spider, while he has his critics on his writing (and I know how he feels about critics), he seems to be universally well loved. I’ve seen some great YouTube videos of Spider at conventions, and I’ve listened to many podcasts of fans and writers talking about Spider, and how much he’s loved. As a person, he seems to be a joy to talk to. Watch any YouTube video of Spider, and you will see first hand how big of a heart he has. A lot of his work resonated with people who have gone through a lot of hardship in their lives. I can only imagine how difficult Spider’s life has been over the past decade and a half. Understandably, his own hardships have put a halt to his creative output. To be honest, he’s put so much empathy and creativity into the world that there will always be a way to find a connection to him.

I’d like to end this with one of his most famous and poetic quotes:

"Shared pain is lessened; shared joy, increased—thus do we refute entropy."

[jayessentialsblog]

The National Theatre is now the Wole Soyinka Centre for Arts and Culture, under President Tinubu's renaming

The National Theatre is now the Wole Soyinka Centre for Arts and Culture, under President Tinubu's renaming. In a statement issued to commemorate the Nobel Laureate's 90th birthday on Saturday, July 13, the President revealed this. The statement reads as follows  ‘’I am pleased to join admirers around the world in celebrating the 90th birthday of Nigeria's iconic son and the world-renowned Professor Akinwande Oluwole Babatunde, famously known as Wole Soyinka. Tomorrow the 13th July will be the climax of the series of local and international activities held in his honour. To underscore the global relevance of the literary giant, a symposium, along with poetry reading was held in Rabat Morocco on 9 July. The event was organized by the Academy of the Kingdom of Morocco and the Pan African Writers Association (PAWA). Professor Soyinka, the first African to win the Nobel Literature Prize in 1986, deserves all the accolades as he marks the milestone of 90 years on earth. Having beaten prostate cancer, this milestone is a fitting testament to his ruggedness as a person and the significance of his work. It is also fitting we celebrate this national treasure while he is still with us. I am, accordingly, delighted to announce the decision of the Federal Government to rename the National Theatre in Iganmu, Surulere, as the Wole Soyinka Centre for Culture and the Creative Arts. We do not only celebrate Soyinka’s remarkable literary achievements but also his unwavering dedication to the values of human dignity and justice. When he turned 80, I struggled to find words to encapsulate his achievements because they were simply too vast. Since then, he has added to his corpus with his series of Interventions, which have been published in many volumes. Professor Soyinka is a colossus, a true Renaissance person blessed with innumerable talents. He is a playwright, actor, poet, human rights and political activist, composer, and singer. He is a giant, bestriding not just the literary world but our nation, Africa, and the world. He remains the shining light of our nation, the gadfly that pokes our national soul, decrying tyranny and oppression, urging us to become better as a nation. He is one Nigerian whose influence transcends the Nigerian space and who inspires people around the world. Since his youth, he has been a vocal critic of oppression and injustice wherever it exists, from apartheid in South Africa to racism in the United States. Soyinka always speaks truth to power. Beginning in his 20s, he took personal risks for the sake of our nation. His courage was evident when he attempted to broker peace at the start of the civil war in 1967. Detained for two years for his bravery, he narrated his experience in his prison memoir, "The Man Died." Despite deprivation and solitary confinement, his resolve to speak truth to power and fight for the marginalized was further strengthened. His early writing, such as 'The Lion and the Jewel,’ ’Death and the King's Horseman', not only testified to his mastery of language, his innovative storytelling, but also his unflinching commitment to enthroning a fair and just society. Our paths crossed during our just struggle for the enthronement of democracy in Nigeria following the annulment of June 12, 1993 presidential election. When faced with a trial in absentia and death sentence by the military regime at home, he galvanized opposition in exile through NALICON and NADECO. His global stature made him the face of our struggle to validate June 12 and restore democracy in Nigeria. Today, I join the world to celebrate his profound influence on generations of writers, scholars, and activists who have been inspired by his work. I celebrate him for giving us the spark to fight and confront military dictators in our country. I celebrate him for his enduring spirit and for teaching us that literature and drama can be used as a powerful tool to challenge the status quo. I wish Professor Soyinka an incredibly happy 90th birthday. May he continue in good health to find creative fulfilment in the next decade leading up to his centennial. May he continue to inspire us all to build a nation where people are free from oppression and our teeming youths can live up to their dreams without being a wasted generation. Read the full article

[musicarenagh]

Ute Lemper: The Intersection of Life, Art, and Music It is rare to find artists particularly in the music industry who constantly dare to bend the rules and reinvent themselves like Ute Lemper. This talented woman has risen to the top using her creative mind and has not been shy of taking risks on stage and on screen. Following the successful record titled “Time Traveler,” Lemper presents a luxury show with some of the most adventurous performances here. The track “Permanently Confused” is easily the best and most powerful message, which tells the story about her life. The actualisation of the music in the video gives a personal reflection of the experiences of Lemper. Shot on the streets of New York and in serene countryside it captures her confidence and acceptance of the future. This progressive combination of beat poetry with the contemporary jazz appeals to be a fascinating stream of consciousness in Lemper’s narrative. This and only this interview we take a closer look at the source of inspiration, the creative procedure, and the further development of this music. Come with us as we delve into the brain of this true musical mastermind. sWatch Permanently Confused below https://youtu.be/gV7PDmgoWHo Follow Ute Lemper on Facebook Twitter Spotify Youtube Instagram Where do you find inspiration? I find inspiration in thoughts about life, relations, hurt, and dreams, but also in reading poetry and philosophy. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? Music was always my best ruined, my escape and the deepest connection to the soul. Are you from a musical or artistic family? My father and my mother were playing many instruments and enjoying music. None of them were able to make this a profession, to the great regret of my mother. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? I have been making music, singing and dancing, and creating music since my childhood. The career came as a surprise. The industry itself is nothing pure. It is only commercial. I am not. Everything is a labor of love for me and most of my projects are not conceived for the market. How did you learn to sing/write/to play? I played piano and listened to a lot of great music, already in the 70s. It formed my taste and identity. All the projects I did over many years are often classic repertoire. But everything inspired somehow. [caption id="attachment_56285" align="alignnone" width="720"] I played piano and listened to a lot of great music, already in the 70s. It formed my taste and identity.[/caption] What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? The first memorable concert was Pink Floyd. I was 13 and my big brother took me along. How could you describe your music? Chill, poetic, jazzy, and soulful. Makes you feel good. Describe your creative process. I start with a lyric, poetic and strong with a pulse and a mood. Then I create a succession of chords on the piano and try to lay the poetry inside. It is a puzzle and needs to be shaped many many days until it feels right. What is your main inspiration? Al Jarreau, Joni, Adele, Eilish, Hyatus Cayote, John. Legend, Sarah Vaughn, and many others. What musician do you admire most and why? The above. They all were soulful and true musicians writing songs. Trying to be authentic and unique. They created their own language and the m music takes you on a journey through life. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Very much. It keeps evolving every day, with every new song. What are your interests outside of music? I take care of my children and love taking walks, cooking and reading, watching great movies, and always creating new projects and developing new ideas. If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Probably being a teacher. What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? The commercial machine, the decay in pop music. https://open.spotify.com/artist/7DbmkhVKGV7UiwrbegHL9t?si=e95b244f7cdb4d4d

If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? Allow albums as a conceptual entity back in the market. 10 songs with an idea and a beautiful journey. Then there is the monopoly between radio play, big labels, and the deals they have and make to feature their products. Why did you choose this as the title of this project? "Permanently confused" Is a true state of mind, and most people agree with it. What are your plans for the coming months? Writing more songs and touring the world. What message would you like to give to your fans? Enjoy my music and performances and also my super cool videos that illustrate the songs.

[hans-tby]

Blog #3: Taking A Stand Through The Arts

The conflict between Palestine and Iran is known throughout the globe. However, I had minimal knowledge or background of what is truly going on between the two countries. Watching the movie “Slingshot Hip Hop” opened my eyes to the state of Palestine and it led to me yearning to learn more about the current condition of Palestine.

The documentary film I viewed gave me a new perspective on the pressing issue. The people of Palestine are restricted from movement, education, and freedom. They’re even being discriminated against by calling them terrorists or suicide bombers due to their looks and the Language that they speak. The basic rights we have in our normal everyday lives are being taken away from the Palestinians as if they aren’t human beings just like ourselves. I find this very discouraging as people are discriminating against each other and stereotyping certain races and ethnicities. 

Despite the saddening and disheartening truths I realized in the film, I saw how the Palestinian people continued to fight back against their oppressors for their freedom. I admire the bravery of the people to go against armed trained soldiers with only stones and rocks which shows that they’re ready to risk their lives just to keep fighting for their freedom and the freedom of their country. I also express admiration for the Palestinians who thought of a different way to fight for their freedom, education through hip hop. They took something they enjoyed and they made it more meaningful not only to themselves but to their fellow Palestinians. They made songs and raps not only for leisure, but to inspire and educate their people.  Watching the film was really enlightening as I learned more about the situations in Palestine and how much it differs from the life a human being deserves. 

In making the zine, I had zero ideas on what to do. I’m not that much of a creative person, but some certain scenes in the film really stuck onto me so I decided to put them in my zine by drawing the scenes that piqued my interest and attention. There were three main scenes that until now I remember: the reason why they made the group DAM, the walls being built around Palestine, and the state of the school library. After finishing the zine, I showed it to my friend from NU Nazareth that I’ll call Franz. At first he didn’t understand so I explained each page of it. 

First is the ‘parts’ of DAM which is 30% hip hop, 30% literature, and 40% Palestine. I loved this short breakdown of their group because of their patriotism. Like I mentioned before, they turned a hobby of theirs that they enjoyed and turned it into something more. A medium of inspiration to their fellow Palistinians who are also going through the same scenario as them. The next part that really stuck with me were the walls of Palestine. Unlike America who planned to build a wall to keep out mexicans. The Israeli soldiers built walls to keep the Palestinians inside trapped, effectively trying to imprison a country. A line from that scene that I can still remember was “I feel small next to these walls, not because of its size but because of the power that made the walls.” Even if they manage to break down the walls, they can always be rebuilt as long as they are still being oppressed by the Iranians. They know that in order to regain freedom they have to solve the source of the problem first. Lastly was how the military used the library of a school claiming that there was “no space” in other areas. Which really shows that they try to keep Palestine from its rightful freedom by sabotaging their future which is education. Education is the weapon each individual has the right to own. It is the way for an individual, community, and a country to develop into something greater. 

As a student who is given the opportunity to forge my weapon, I’ll need to sharpen and strengthen all areas of my blade so it will not crack or break under pressure. Knowing my strengths which are mathematics and weaknesses in English and literature. I will maintain the sharpness of one side and continue to work on sharpening the other. It is one thing to be creative or critical while it is something else to be creative while still delivering critical details especially in response to social issues. Creating a zine helped me think of ways in being creative, while still delivering my main critical point. Overall, I gained more information and realized the importance of knowing issues not only in the country but other countries as well. 

[takashimakato]

Mushroom Milk Chapter 2

A new beverage called "Mushroom Milk" has become very popular among consumers. The creators of this innovative product are still unknown, but whoever made it deserves recognition for their genius creation. During a live news segment on television, the anchors were discussing the new drink when the broadcast suddenly cut off. We then see Phoenix, one of the creators of Mushroom Milk, quickly call Alexander to share the news. "Did you watch the news? They're talking about our concoction!" she exclaims with excitement. Her mother interrupts, shouting "Sweetie, I love you but shut up!" Phoenix apologizes before returning to her conversation with Alexander. He confirms that he saw the news segment, but his mother thinks that Mushroom Milk is silly and that the creators are just "stupid hippies," even though she knows that Alexander himself is a hippie.

“I was just starting to like your mom, anyway, are you coming over tonight? Brad and I are planning to play that Fleetwood Mac vinyl I own. Well, if your mom is willing to overlook the fact that Stevie Nicks is a woman who doesn’t do “wifely duties,” Phoenix smiles as she hears Alex laugh. "She isn't that ancient, dude. I think she'll understand," he says. Alex has been in love with Phoenix since she was older and not irritating like most of the kids her age.

"Whatever you say, man. Just remember, we're probably going to make some of that mushroom milk your mommy doesn't like so much, but I know that doesn't bother you, right?" Phoenix asks, twiddling her thumbs and looking at the bird clock she owns.

"Nah, I don't mind. But I'll see you soon after lunch since my mom doesn't want me to walk out in the dark. You never know what criminals could be out there," he laughs again, hoping she laughs too. When she does, a huge goofy grin appears on his face. He likes this girl."Phoenix and Alexander have been friends for a long time now. They met in elementary school, and their friendship has only grown stronger over the years. They share a love for music and experimenting with new recipes in the kitchen. Mushroom Milk was their latest concoction, and they were thrilled that it had become so popular.

As Phoenix waits for Alexander to arrive, she decides to make some Mushroom Milk. She takes out the mushrooms, milk, and other ingredients and starts blending them. She takes a sip and smiles. The taste is perfect.

Just then, the doorbell rings. Phoenix rushes to open the door and sees Alexander standing there with a big grin on his face.

"Hey, Phoenix! Ready to jam?" he asks, holding up his guitar.

"Of course! But first, let me pour you a glass of our famous Mushroom Milk," she says, handing him a glass.

Alexander takes a sip and closes his eyes. "Wow, this is amazing! We did something special with this one," he says, admiring the drink's earthy and nutty flavor.

The two friends spend the night jamming to Fleetwood Mac and sipping on Mushroom Milk. They talk about their dreams and aspirations and how they want to change the world with their creativity.

As the night wears on, Alexander glances at Phoenix, and she catches his eye. They both feel something stir within them, but they don't say anything. They know that their friendship is too precious to risk.

Instead, they enjoy the moment, savoring the taste of Mushroom Milk and the music of Fleetwood Mac.

They know that wherever life takes them, they will always have each other and their shared memories of creating something truly unique.

As the night wore on, the two friends continued to enjoy the music and each other's company. With each passing moment, they felt their connection growing stronger. Eventually, as the music faded away, Alexander took Phoenix's hand and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Phoenix, I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't help feeling like there's something more between us."

Phoenix's heart skipped a beat as she heard those words. She had been waiting for Alexander to say something like this for years.

"Alexander, I feel the same way," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Alexander leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft, gentle kiss, filled with all the love and tenderness that had been building up between them for so long.

As they pulled away, they both knew that their relationship had changed forever. They were no longer just friends - they were something more.

From that moment on, they were inseparable. They continued to create amazing things together, including new recipes for Mushroom Milk that were even more delicious than the original. But most importantly, they had each other.

Years later, as they sat together on the porch of their house, watching the sunset over the mountains, they reflected on their journey together.

"Who would have thought that Mushroom Milk would lead us here?" Alexander said, smiling at Phoenix.

"I know, right?" Phoenix replied, leaning her head on his shoulder. "But I'm so grateful for every moment we've shared together."

As they watched the sun dip below the horizon, they knew that their love would last forever - just like the taste of Mushroom Milk that had brought them together in the first place.