#I don’t trust giant ceremonies those are always rigged

[little-bullheaded-shit]

Hate to sound like a hater but any game that wins GOTY award isn’t all that

[feathersxdreams]

The Guard [s.hs] - Arrival - Chapter 1

Pairing: Shin Hoseok [Wonho] x Reader/OC (without a name yet) Genre: Fluff 

So, this is part of a series/universe, that I’m currently planing/writing, involving not only Wonho but also Jun (Seventeen), Peniel (BtoB), Johnny (NCT), Jisoo (Blackpink), Sehun (EXO) and Jin (BTS) Plus others that might be added... I don’t have a name for it though... But I promise to update on that (if anyone is actually intrested in this... 

The stories they told about the cities weren’t true. All my life I had imagined them to be the most beautiful place in the world, but now that they brought me to one I learned that they were cold. Build out of glass, steel and concrete. Even the light here wasn’t warm, like it was where I was born. There were no colors beside white, black, grey and blue. If I didn’t know better I would have thought it was a city for robots. And even if there was a driver with me in the limousine I felt alone and small here. If I had the chance, I would run away. Get out of here as fast as I could, but I understood, that there would never be a chance to do so. The limousine stopped in front of one of those buildings, leaving me to snap out of my thoughts and look at the skyscraper, even though it didn’t seem different than any of those buildings. I couldn’t understand how anyone could feel at home in one of them. How anyone could feel comfortable living in this city. There was no color, nothing that looked alive.

The driver didn’t say a word. He just got out of the car, opened the car door for me, grabbed my arm and dragged with me. In my mind, I was screaming at him to let him go, but I was too scared to actually say something. That’s how it always was. In my imagination I was that fierce, brave person, when in reality all I was, was a scared, little girl. I’ve always been one. That probably wouldn’t change. Except for the little girl part of course. The car door closest to me was opened and an arm looped itself around my own. Someone pulled me up and out before I even had a chance to protest. It was the man who already took me away from my parents and brought me here. The man who hadn’t spook a word for the whole drive. Even though it wasn’t violent at all, there still would be no way for me to get away. I got pulled into the building and towards a lift. There wasn’t much to look at. Everything in here was as minimalist as it could be. It really confused me. It just didn’t feel like someone was actually living in here. More like a hospital, sterile and cold. Maybe their actual living spaces where different, but I doubted that.   The man pulled me into a lift. A closed silvery metal box, leaving me with nothing to observe anymore. This was the first time, since I had left home, that I actually thought of my current situation. I wasn’t the first girl born in the destroyed outlands who was brought to the city to be married to one of the people living here. They have this (creepy) love for a rich person to marry a poor girl. Someone they could spoil, introduce to their world and stuff like that. Some of them had taken boys to, but they were not as commonly sold off as the girls were. Boys could work at farms or mines and stuff like that, why they wouldn’t allow us to do that. The idea came from those movies that were created before the big war. It could be romantic if love would be the reason for this marriage. But it wasn’t. In most cases, like mine, parents sold their child to the city people.  “Miss!” The man who still held my arm in his grasp spoke, just when the elevator doors opened again. Behind those doors was a hallway. Again, there wasn’t too much to describe. Besides Two large windows at the end and a huge door that presumably led to my future husband’s home. The walls in here were white, just like the marble floors. The light was blue and cold, just like in the rest of the city. Dead Light. A dead city. That’s what I decided to call it for now. He led me towards that door, opened it and waited for me to enter. Hesitatingly I take a deep breath before following his silent request. The room behind the door is wide. The floors are the same marble as the hallway. A giant windowfront, a kitchen and dining area to the right and multiple leather couches and a glass coffee table. Again, everything was held in black, white, grey and an extremely cold light blue. Also, there are some stairs leading upstairs to a gallery I presumed, that there would be a bedroom, maybe an office. Something like this. A person was sitting on one of those couches in the shadows. A man to be precise. He tapped his knee, as if he was impatient or nervous. As soon as he saw us, he raised from his seat, stepping into the light.  A buff young man. Younger than I expected him to be. Black slim fit pants, a wider white shirt, no shoes, light hair, with some faint traces of blue in them. Just like my father had, when he came back from the war. So, he too fought for our country. And maybe this was where the two had met and made the deal. He was pale, like those porcelain puppets we sometimes found in the ruins of old houses. His lips had a similar red tone to them, his eyes were small and dark with a slight puppy vibe, which was confusing to me, because everything else about him screamed soldier to me. “Thank you, Sir.” He bowed slightly towards the man by my side who copies that action. “Have a good night.” After that, the driver just left, leaving me alone with this new stranger. I just stand there, waiting what would be happen next. An instinct told me, to just run and hide somewhere but I was able to resist it. Also, I’m not able to move right now. “Welcome.” He sends a soft smile towards me, holding his hands out. I’m not taking it though. Mainly because I don’t know what he expects me to do. Am I supposed to hold his hand? Shake it? Or do they have another way of greeting each other than people who don’t live in the city. Apparently, I hesitated a bit too long, because he slowly minimizes the space between us, taking my hand and lifting it up, so he can loop it through his own, now bend arm, laying it onto his own arm.  “My Name is Hoseok.” He speaks, while guiding me over towards the Couches where he had sat before. “Your future husband.” His voice is soft, but still had a light roughness to it. Not to deep, calming in a way. Still, he is a stranger. A stranger who forced me to leave my parents and marry him, without even knowing him. There was nothing calming about this situation. “The wedding will be in a few weeks.” He continued. “I wanted to give you time to arrive and get familiar with me and the people who work here.” For all I know, that could take until the day I die. There was no way I could really trust someone like him. Someone who bought another person. They always pretended like there was equality between two people like us, but everyone knew that it was a lie. He had bought me. Which meant he owned me now. I was not more than an object he could do with whatever he wanted. So far, he talked like a reasonable human being but his attitude could change in an instant. “I already planned a lot of the ceremony. As I said I wanted you to have your time to accustom to this new situation. However, I plan on talking everything through with you, so we can change whatever you want to be changed.” I don’t think that’s possible. Because the one thing I wanted, was to blew of this wedding. That was the thing I would change if I could but there was no way he would be okay with that. He probably paid a lot of money and took an effort to get me here. Planning that wedding not included. I would not get out of this. “Thank you.” I starred at the carpet underneath my feet. Grey and fluffy. What did I expect? A color besides the cold blue that came from the lights? Something that didn’t make me feel like these people where dead on the inside?

“It’s been a long day for you.” He stood up again. “Even though I’m sure you have a lot of questions I think it would be better for you to get some sleep before I’ll answer them. We can talk about everything tomorrow.” Even though I wanted answers it seemed reasonable what he said. I had sat in a car for almost twelve hours. Of course, I could have slept but I was  too nervous and too cautious to even try it. And he probably expected me to sleep in a room with him so I didn’t know if I would be able to sleep at all. He could try and do something while I did so.  “Let me show you your room.” My head shot up. ‘Your room’? As inmy own room? And not ‘our room’? Did that mean that I would have my own room? And that the two of us would sleep separately?   A low chuckle left his mouth when he saw my expression before he explained: “You will have your own room until you decide that you feel comfortable enough around me to sleep in a room with me.” Again,I wanted to hate him. I really wanted to. But the broad man in front of me was way to nice and behaved for me to do so. I have had heard stories about men from the cities. And especially those from the capitals were never described as behaved as him. Why was he like this? Hoseok reached his hand out for me to take once again and helped me get up from my seat. I followed him, a little less hesitant than earlier but still as cautious as before. He didn’t come across as a bad person but that didn’t mean he could be trusted yet. My future husband brought me upstairs. The hall was like a balcony. On the right I could look downstairs and see the different areas of the huge room. On the left four doors led into different rooms. Only one of them was opened. What I could see of that room was pretty empty and minimalistic. A black mat on the floor in the middle of that room and a few sticks like things that where leant against the huge window on the other side. I had no clue about the purpose of that room, but maybe I would find out someday. He guided me to a door at the end of the hall. “This is your room.” He pointed towards the door. “Mine is right next to it, if you ever need me, look there first. If you won’t find me, I’m either in my office or in the gym.” So that room with the open door was a gym. Why would he have one in his home? Father had told me that he was a soldier. And usually soldiers where supposed to train in the gyms within the barracks. Also, this was a pretty luxurious loft for a soldier. This thought made me trust him a little less again. He had said, that he would answer your questions tomorrow. Maybe he would explain that too.And maybe then you could trust him a bit more. “I’ll only ask you to knock before entering any of those three rooms and to not use any of the things in the gym without me being there.” I nodded. Till now I had no intentions to ever go in there and if he thought that I could hurt myself, at least I interpreted him that way, it seemed reasonable to me. Hoseok opened the door and revealed the room to me. A soft gasp escaped my mouth at the sight. It did not look like anything else I had seen in this house so far. The floor was a light stained wood, the walls got painted a beautiful bordeaux red. There were two egg white fluffy carpets and warm yellowy light, not that cold blueish one that I had seen everywhere else so far. The furniture was wooden and someone had brought a few green plants in here and also put some on the balcony. In front of the huge window where curtains. Multiple Pillows in different colors where arranged on the giant bed to the left. It all was so much more welcoming than anything I have seen so till now, that a few tears started to fall frommy eyes. “Don’t cry.” His soft raspy voice pulled me out of my mesmerized state. “I’ve talked to a few people who also came here from the wildlands and they’ve all told me that the city seemed cold and unwelcoming and dead to them when they arrived. So, I wanted to create a room that you would feel more comfortable in.” Again,I felt thankful for his consideration. This all was so different from what I expected. He was so different and I didn’t really know how to handle it. “Thank you.” I mumbled. I had a slight need to hug him but I didn’t do it. Another thing I might do one day in the future. I just wanted to make sure that he could actually be trusted before getting closer. So,I would wait. And maybe hug him to thank him for this one day. “Have a good night.” He stepped a little step forward but then stopped again. For a second he looked like he was thinking about something before he shook his head again. “I’ll leave you now.” He gave me another smile before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.      

Masterlist  Part 2

[cksmart-world]

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

Oct. 29, 2019

SAVE THE RICH, TAX THE POOR

& SHUT UP AND GET THE COFFEE

The Utah Legislature has a good idea — tax the poor. Maybe they got it from Republicans in Congress. See, here's the deal: poor people are ripping us all off. They drive Cadillacs and eat free government cheese. They want free health care, free bus passes and free tents and sleeping bags when they become homeless. As you probably already heard, President Trump last year shepherded the best tax cut ever — $984 billion — so the rich and corporations could keep us free. Sure, the deficit ballooned by 26 percent. But that is easily fixed by cutting social programs, like food stamps and medicaid that poor people use to rip us off. Well, monkey see, monkey do. Now the Utah Legislature will follow suit with its own tax cut. According to that bastion of soothsaying, The Salt Lake Tribune, 40 percent of the tax relief would go to the top 20 percent income earners in Utah. To make it all work, the Legislature would increase taxes on food and gasoline, so that them poor people won't slide. Their main diet is beer and cigarettes, anyway. In the end, the middle class gets screwed by those slackers. The rich and corporations, by contrast are just good Americans who have pulled themselves up by their golf shoes and really do deserve a big tax break.

SHUT UP AND GET THE COFFEE

Women, you should be “polished, have a good haircut, manicured nails and well-cut attire that complements your body type,” according to an employee guide from Ernst & Young, the giant accounting firm. “Don’t flaunt your body ― sexuality scrambles the mind.” In the age of #MeToo, Ernst & Young apparently wants to make sure its female employees don't tempt men to — well, you know. According to Huffington Post, which obtained a copy of the 55-page epistle, the company's executive females got the low-down during a day-and-a-half seminar on “leadership and empowerment.” When women speak, they shouldn’t be shrill. Clothing must flatter, but short skirts are a no-no. The brain trust at Ernst & Young may as well have said something like this: This ain't “Mad Men,” ladies. No more sleeping your way to the top, so dial back the cleavage and no come-on looks. But the guide didn't stop there. It says that women should wait their turn and raise their hands before speaking and then “speak briefly” and not ramble on, as they are prone to do. And, by all means, don't be aggressive, like men. Women should display feminine traits that are “Affectionate,” “Cheerful,” “Childlike,” “Compassionate,” “Gullible,” and “Yielding.” You've come a long way, baby. Can you get us some coffee.

MIKE LEE: FEDS RUIN PUBLIC LANDS

There has been a Mike Lee sighting. Utah's senior senator was thought to have gone missing. But it turns out Mike was just hiding under his desk so reporters wouldn't ask him stuff, like, Do you think it's right for the president to use U.S. foreign policy for personal political gain? Mike materialized at a town hall last week to rage against federal management of public lands. Ah yes, the tried and true strategy of demonizing the feds and public lands because, well because they just ruin everything. “The federal government is one of the least environmentally responsible stewards of the land imaginable,” Lee said. “It’s not that anybody wants to install a drilling rig underneath Delicate Arch,” he added. Oh, no, of course not. “It's not the wealthy and well-connected who suffer from excessive federal land ownership.” Of course not. “It’s the poor and middle class in our state, particularly those in rural communities who are hardest hit.” And Trump's tax cut that Lee championed was all about helping the little guys, too. It's actually the BLM, Forest Service and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service that are the enemies of the people. A recent Government Accountability Office (GAO) report reveals that at least 360 threats and assaults against employees of those agencies occurred from 2013 through 2017. Gee, wonder why anyone would want to harm them. Maybe it's because they're enemies of the people.

BASEBALL FANS CHEER TRUMP

Ah, yes, nothing like the World Series, the fall classic that puts the icing on the cake of the baseball season. And although President Trump didn't throw out the ceremonial first ball, like most presidents before him, he did grace the Washington Nationals Sunday evening with his presence in the nation's capital during their losing effort to the Houston Astros. It was a rare public appearance by our commander in chief and the first lady who arrived at a special executive box in the third inning. When the couple's likeness flashed across the jumbo-tron, the capacity crowd erupted in cheers. Well, not exactly. Trump was greeted with 41,000 boos followed by a thunderous chanting, “Lock him up. Lock him up...” (Could be a bumper sticker.) To some it may seem like just deserts to the man who would stop at nothing to defeat Hillary Clinton. At his rallies, as well as the Republican National Convention, Trumpers were led in choruses of “Lock her up. Lock her up,” ad naseum. Yes, Hillary the criminal should go to jail forever for doing something with emails. She stole them. She hid them. She used them to murder babies. And who could vote for such a monster? Whether turnabout is fair-play or not, the cleat was on the other foot as the fans at Nationals Park gave the president the Bronx Cheer. Don't you just love baseball.

Post Script: Holy moly, what a week it has been here at Smart Bomb. Our president is really getting P.O.ed. He traveled to Chicago to tell the chief of police what a loser he is. He told Shifty Adam Schiff, who is running the impeachment inquiry, what a loser he is. He told the acting ambassador to Ukraine, William B. Taylor, what a loser he is... well, you get the picture, there are a lot of losers who keep insisting that Trump screwed the pooch. Wilson and the band have had enough of the wall-to-wall Trump news coverage, so they've gone into a cone of silence of sorts. Every time the subject of Trump comes up, they start singing “Sunshine Superman” by Donavon. We're not exactly sure why they chose that instead of something like, “I'm An Ape Man” by the Kinks, which seems more apropos if you think about it. Maybe it's because they keep thinking about marijuana and beaches and Spanish women. For the rest of us, there's always football — Go Utes!

All right, Wilson, we know you and the guys are dying to do it, so take us out with a little Donovan: Sunshine came softly through my window today / Could've tripped out easy but I've changed my ways / It'll take time, I know it but in a while / You're gonna be mine, I know it, we'll do it in style... Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me / I can make like a turtle and dive for pearls in the sea...We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when / I know a beach where, baby, it never ends / When you've made your mind up forever to be mine...