#I just can’t see this docu getting old for me

[yeehawpoorcryptid]

Me, wondering if I’ve become immune to media, that, even if I find something I enjoy a lot, there’s been nothing in a few years that has rocked me to my core & become a fundamental part of who I am, so maybe I’ve just read/watched/listened to too much and can no longer be affected as deeply as I used to be: ����

Kevin Perjurer: …so what a monumental achievement it is to be remembered for four.

Me:

[cloudsspoke]

Random talks about the Arg NT 🇦🇷 : part 2 - Football & KPop, when my 2 fandoms collide

This is another random Argie talk, but before I get to write about them, first I want to mention my other fandom (outside football), which is KPop, as a prologue.

Yesung from the KPop group Super Junior is my first KPop bias, when I first fell into KPop hole circa 2013 (though I never call myself ‘ELF’, am just a ‘Cloud’, a Yesung-fan). It’s only after I became Shinhwa fan (4 years later, back in 2017) that I ended up 'left' football fandom.

Quick introduction about Shinhwa, they are the longest KPop group that ever exists, the one with no members changing, and never disbanding either. One of the reasons I love them badly is because the bond between members. The way they get closer with each fight (the members fought a lot, and I talk about real fistfight), at the same time use excessive skinship method (kissing, hugging, cuddling, getting naked together, having a bath/poop/pee together) to strengthen the chemistry, and it's been like that since their debut, back in 1997-98. The chemistry which makes the 6 of them a really good pairing, either in a form of a duo (15 OTPs) or a trio (10 pairings consisting of 3 members).

In 2018 this group celebrated their 20th anniversary with packed schedules, that's the major reason I skipped World Cup (other than all my faves played badly; The Dutch didn't even qualify, Germany's early exit and Argentina made you question the coach 'Why???').

After World Cup ended, obviously I still didn't bother to watch football (club-wise, I'm a fan of United and Juve since 2003/2004) because Shinhwa took away all my free time, considering so many stories they've had within that 20++ years and I was obsessed to learn everything about them.

But in the midst of busy fangirling over Shinhwa, somehow, I managed to watch Copa America 2021 semifinal, although I couldn't recall anything about the match, or the players, but my old tweet reminded me that I did watch La Scaloneta unconsciously.

Fast forward to this Qatar World Cup, tbh I only started to watch La Albiceleste until they played against the Netherlands (I need a good night's sleep more than football, so mostly just watched the highlights), and when they advanced to semis I watched their Prime “Camina a Qatar” docu-series, and just like that I am trapped.

It's like, initially I came to see Di Maria (my love since 2008) but ended up stuck with the rest of them. And just like years ago when I ditched football for KPop, now it's the other way around.

Call me crazy but I can't help to feel/think La Scaloneta bears several similarities with Shinhwa.

The way the Scalo boys bonded thru truco games ((jackstones, in Shinhwa's case)), barbecues, drinking mate ((for Shinhwa it's soju or beer)), and using profanities as a way to show affection, not to forget Scalo boys also give kisses and hugs, being playful/cheesy to one another (both IRL and on their SNS), every players is shippable (OTP material, I say), their brutal honesty and willingness to protect and defend the team, Scalo boys just remind me of all the things I love from Shinhwa.

And tbh I don't think I've seen a football team/group like this before ((maybe in the good ol' days of Barcelona. I read my old diary, and there I wrote 'this team is like family, no selfish/individualistic players at all)). But a good thing like this sometimes, unfortunately, doesn't last long, no matter how sure we are that these boys will stay solid like this forever.

This, I learned the hard way from Shinhwa. Even with the 6 of them spending 20++ years together, I used to be so confident their friendship will be eternal, that nothing can break the members' bond, turns out I was wrong cuz time and situation changed it little by little.

(Until today the group Shinhwa is still not disbanded yet, but they've been on hiatus since the pandemic, and only came together twice during the event of their members' weddings.)

Now let's go back with La Scaloneta. The way I see it, it all started with a good internal relationship between players, coaches, and AFA's long-time staff. That positivity, combined with Scalo's ability as their coach, helped them to play well on the field and won some games. The victories then generated public support in which boosted players' morale, till they had 36 unbeaten games, and earned 3 major trophies in just 17 months.

Post World Cup, now they are superstars. All eyes are on them. Enzo already stirred something between him, Benfica fans, and Chelsea fans with his transfer rumor. Lautaro scores a goal for Inter and toxic people won't stop talking shit about him because of his performance in WC, all the while praising La Arana Alvarez. Then there's this growing public opinion about Macca being too good to play for 'small team' Brighton, Dibu too good for Villa, Moli Rodri should leave Atletico, etc.

My question, when there’s a thin line between ‘supporters’ and ‘haters’ since people are so easy to judge, and so quick to switch sides, will that stuff affect them?

Today they all can say it's a healthy competition among players about who gets to play and who stays on the bench. But will tomorrow they say the same too? Especially now they are separated for a while, focusing on their club with each of them pursuing different goals, will they keep the chemistry intact once they back to Ezeiza, or will they start to act more individually as time go by?

That's why the more I fangirl over them, the more I actually feel anxious about the future of Scalo boys (especially if/once Leo no longer there), simply because I want to enjoy this happiness for a bit longer since it's only fair cuz we’ve suffered for a long long time.

[jung-koook]

Maybe this is cultural, but, if you work and it’s your money, why is your dad controlling it? I would rather spend the money I have creating a memory that I’ll get to look back on later in life than to just save save save because you can’t take it with you, on your deathbed none of that money will mean anything, but the memories you created? They will last forever. I live with my parents too, but if I work and make my own money I can plan for the future while also enjoying life here and there, and I’m not using their money for anything “superficial”, I’m not materialistic, I don’t buy a lot of things, but I want to have some memories to look back on because what else can I have? I agree that buying a ton of stuff can be reckless if you’re not careful, but one photocard isn’t gonna bankrupt you, one photocard isn’t going to destroy your future. I don’t know how old you are, but I can assure you, life is so much better when you stand up for yourself and become emotionally independent from your parents. Don’t let anybody talk you down from creating memories and doing things you enjoy, specially with your own money.

I know that but my dad just love giving people advice. she didn't care what he said. like I said, it's her money. my dad has this thing of wanting to take care over certain things. but he sees it as a way of taking care of us. but for example, he doesn't ask us to help around the house with money. he really lets us adults live there without having to help because he doesn't need it. the country we live is a very expensive country to live in, so he really wants to take care of these things. but that doesn't mean I follow it. I think you can see here lmao I'm always buying online concerts, docu, bangtan albums, magazines. I bought indigo vinyl even though I don't have anywhere to play it. I bought it because it's just too beautiful. but I'm a person who lives more in the present and but my dad is someone who lives thinking more about the future, that's why I let him take care of my money. I spend a lot of money on skincare and bangtan stuff without feeling guilty because they are things that make me happy, things that I enjoy. what I wanted to say there is that because my dad is like that I am a person who thinks more about where I am going to spend my money. but I personally don't judge anyone by where they spend their money. i want everyone to enjoy their life as they want.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.” 

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily. 

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder. 

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

--/-- 

ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Hi besties!! here is the long awaited part 9!! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did whilst writing it!! a big thank you goes to @emwritesfootball for proofing this part & making sure its up to scratch for all of you lovely readers! Let me know what you think babes hehehe!! Love Always, Steph xx

Part 9. | nona parte

word count; 2006. writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. next update; Friday 13/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)! tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

The season kicked off in the middle of August and Amelia had been more than prepared for her first match in the premier league. She spent day after day analysing the players in the first team, introducing them to the magical world of rehearsed tactics. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows for the brilliant girl; she had to learn how to implement the plays coupled with the speed of the game. But so far, so good. Chelsea have been winning and her plays have been working, the boys were getting the hang of it - no matter how apprehensive they were at the start.

Jorgi played a big part in demonstrating the success of the play, performing best in his midfield role to guide the game and direct the change in play to his teammates. By the time they had played a few fixtures, they had really gotten the hang of her approach to set pieces and began to put their trust in the young girl. They were starting to see results and wanted to keep the winning streak going while they could. The fourth fixture in the new season was one that Amelia was looking forward to, personally: Chelsea v Aston Villa, Stamford Bridge, 3pm kick off.

Jack and Amelia had grown closer and closer, FaceTime‘dates’ as Jack would call them, a weekly occurrence. She had spoken to him just as much as she had spoken to Jorgi - and they were still carpooling to and from Cobham together. Her friendship with Jack was full of easy conversation and flirtatious banter, teetering over the line of friendship but being that they were kept physically apart, the friendship line remained largely intact. One person that had drifted even further away from her, despite her believing that it couldn't be possible, was Ben Chilwell.

Every time she walked into a room that he was in, if he didn't have to be there he would immediately leave. Amelia didn’t understand what the problem was. Yeah sure, they were flirty together in Mykonos but they never crossed a line together, no matter how many times the wine went straight to their heads. If anything, she should be the one running away from him. She was the one who sent him a couple of messages here and there that he just opened. She spoke to Mason, Jorgi, Billy Gilmour - who was another one of the boys she had developed a strong friendship with - and all of them insisted they didn’t understand their friend's strange behaviour.

On the evening before the Villa match, Amelia was laying on the couch in her townhouse binge watching yet another docu-series on Netflix when her doorbell rang. This was strange, most people that came past the house these days had their own set of keys (her parents, her brother, Jorgi) or they texted to let her know they were outside. Her townhouse was three stories high, so if she was upstairs on the top level vacuuming the chances of her hearing the door were slim to none. Either way, she got up off of her loveseat  and walked to the front door, peeking through the peephole - she lived in London, alone, she wasn’t opening that door until she knew exactly who was on the other side.

______________________________________________________________

“To what do I owe this visit, Benjamin?”

“Hi, Mils.”

“Wow, nickname basis already - I thought only friends called each other by their nicknames.”

“Did you think we weren’t friends?”

“Well, friends don’t treat friends the way you’ve treated me since the evening I left Mykonos.”

With a sigh, Ben looked down at his feet. I did feel a small bit of guilt for that one, but he deserved it. Continuing to find the cracks in the marble step of my door’s threshold more interesting than facing my expression, I took a step back and forced Ben to look up at me.

“Well, are you going to come inside? I’ve got the kettle on and a really good series going that I would like to get back to.”

With a charming smile, Ben took a step forward, took the door handle out of my hand and shut it behind him. Slipping out of his shoes, he followed me down the short hallway to my kitchen and pulled a seat out at the island bench.

“So, really now - why are you here? Nervous about tomorrow?” I questioned as I took two cups out of the cupboard and brewed one tea for him, one coffee for me. 3 years in Italy and coffee in the evening became the norm for me. It was my comfort drink.

“I’m here to apologise for the way I've been acting towards you for the past six weeks. I’ll be honest, I don’t know why I’ve been like this”

“Cut the crap Ben, you know exactly why you’ve been doing it. Now tell me the truth or, as far as I'm concerned, you never came here tonight and tomorrow we will be back to how we were yesterday - you running away from me and me pretending that it doesn't bother me. Even though all it does is bother me.” Not expecting that outburst to come out of me, and to be fair neither did I, Ben looked me in the eye and stayed silent, choosing his next words carefully.

“The first time I saw you, the night you told your brother off in the rec room at St. George’s Park, I thought you were the most determined woman I had ever seen in my life. Not scared of the 30 grown men who were very obviously all on the same side, literally. Then the next time I saw you, after the final match, how you comforted your brother when you were at the highest of highs and he was lower than low, I thought you had more compassion than every person in that stadium put together.”

“When you came to SGP again the next day and delivered the tactical analysis of the game you won, I thought ‘wow she is so intellectually brilliant’. And then when you turned up in Mykonos, all sunkissed and relaxed, sitting next to me and involving me in conversation with my pals but making me feel like you wanted my contribution...I remember it like it was yesterday. Amelia, you smiled at me and my heart did a somersault in my chest.”

“You shut me down outside the club that evening, and when we came back inside I caught the end of your conversation with Jorgi about Fede. Putting two and two together, I understood all that I needed to. The few days after that we carried on like normal. Then, you left and I didn't know if I would ever see you again to be fair. When you messaged me, I got too nervous to reply because I didn't know how to just be your friend. And then when I thought I had finally gotten through a day without thinking about my friend's little sister, you showed up at Cobham as my tactical analyst. I didn’t know what to do Mils, I don't know how to be just your friend when I've had nothing but unfriendly thoughts about you since the first time I saw you command that room of men you had never met in your life.”

The whistle of the kettle ringing out behind me is the only noise filling the kitchen. I’m staring at Ben; he’s staring back at me with nothing but truth behind his eyes and his heart on his sleeve.

“Benj, what you were feeling, what you are feeling is totally valid and I never want you to feel like you can’t share those feelings with me. You’re right, Mykonos changed things for me. What you were feeling was reciprocated, but Ben, I was going back to Italy. At that exact moment, I had no idea I would end up here. I thought I was enjoying a break before another high-intensity season in Italy. I wanted to kiss you so badly at the club that night, but I knew it would only hurt you. I’m used to being hurt, it's a feeling I've grown to expect. But you, you’re too pure to experience the kind of hurt that comes along with knowing you’re making a bad decision, but doing it anyway, because I wanted to be selfish with your heart.”

“Amelia, can I ask you something?” I nodded, holding my breath as I braced myself for the question poised behind his eyes. “If you were in the mood to be selfish, what would have come from that evening?”

“I can probably show you better than I can tell you,”

Walking around the island bench, I pulled the back of Ben’s chair slightly so he pivoted towards me. Standing in between his tracksuit-covered legs, I ran both hands up his arms until I got to his neck and finally beside his face. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled his face towards mine and our lips met. It was as soft as a butterfly kiss but as powerful as anything I had ever felt before. His hands wound around my waist and settled themselves on the small of my back before travelling down and giving my backside a gentle caress, forcing a laugh out of my lips and straight into his mouth. Pulling away slightly, so we both had a bit of breathing space to sort out our lightheadedness, Ben spoke his next words very softly.

“I need you to promise me something, Amelia.You need to promise me that you will stop thinking about my heart before your own. I am old enough to make my own decisions, and the decision to ignore you for these past few weeks has been one of the worst ones I've made in a really long time. But I did make it, and it was because I got scared, and I hurt you, and I am so sorry. The decision to come here tonight however, I feel like it more than makes up for that one very very stupid one”

“You’re such a smooth talker, Benj.”

“Say my name again, Mils, you don’t know what it does to me.”

“Down boy, your tea is going cold and I need to find out who killed Sophie in West Cork.Meet me in the lounge.”

A few hours had passed and it was nearing 10pm, well past Amelia’s bed time, but Ben was still sitting on her couch, feet on the table (despite her telling him to remove them) and arm around the back of her shoulders.

“Chilly, I don’t want you to think I'm not interested in you because I so am, I just don’t want to rush into anything. What I left behind in Italy was complicated and heavy; I'm still trying to learn how to exist without him if I'm honest. I want you to just give me the space I need to grow into my own here in the city, if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course it's okay, Mils. From what Jorgi has told me about Fede, I can understand why you want to take it slow now. But please, don’t call me Chilly. My friends call me Chilly, and Mills. I thought I made it clear before that I don’t want to be your friend.”

“To me, you’re Benj. Thank you. Wait - what do you mean what Jorgi has told you about Fede?”

“I may have asked a couple times about you, and for the record, he is team Bamelia.”

“Bamelia? That is the ugliest word I have ever heard. Never use it again.”

“How can it be ugly? It's mostly your name, and nothing associated with you could ever be considered anything less than beautiful.”

“Stop being so smooth Benj, you’re going to make me blush in a minute.”

“Good, can’t wait to see how you could possibly look even cuter than you do right now.”

“That’s enough Benjamin.”

“Okay I’m done now.”

Part 10. | parte dieci

[chaerincore]

"THE SECRET DIARIES" DOCU-SERIES

EPISODE 2 "BLOOM"

AIR DATE FEBRUARY 7, 2022

SUMMARY sakura gets candid on what was really going on during her 2019 solo debut, why she almost quit performing permanently, how her old company completely damaged her health… and most importantly: how she picked herself up again.

EPISODE MASTERLIST

NOTES: ITALICS ARE QUESTIONS BY THE STAFF & MORE

AFTER FILMING THE FIRST EPISODE AS A GROUP, THE FOUR SEPARATED FOR SAKURA’S FILMING, LEAVING HER TO BE THE ONLY ONE ON THE SET. A FEMALE STAFF MEMBER SITS ACROSS FROM THE YOUNGEST WITH A LIST OF QUESTIONS DESIGNATED JUST FOR SAKURA, THE STAFF’S FACE IS OUT OF THE CAMERA’S VIEW.

THE QUESTIONS ROUND

SITTING HERE, WITH NOBODY ELSE BUT THE CAMERA CREW, DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD ENDURE ALL OF YOUR HARDSHIPS FROM THE LAST THREE YEARS AGAIN JUST TO GET TO WHERE YOU ARE, RIGHT NOW?

“truthfully, on one hand, i don’t think i’d go back in time and do it all over again… i was just a kid for most of the hardest points of my life so far, sometimes i still can’t process the fact that i’m still here… i know i’d find a way back to my members. but on the other, i get to live my dreams every day… i debuted when i was only eighteen years old, and i’ve been chasing my dreams since i was four. i’ve been through so much that i quite like the woman that i’ve become, i think she turned out okay.”

WHEN WERE YOU AT YOUR LOWEST AND HIGHEST POINT IN LIFE, SO FAR?

“i was nineteen when i was at my lowest, but somehow i met the right people and from nineteen up to this point, it’s also become the best time, somehow? it’s strange… if it weren’t for the people i’m surrounded by today, i can’t say i would still be here.”

DO YOU REGRET DEBUTING AS A SOLOIST WHILST STILL BEING A ROOKIE?

“absolutely. i wasn’t ready to be a soloist at nineteen, maybe this past year would’ve been a smarter and safer option for me instead. as both a group member, preparing for a solo debut is a type of burden that i couldn’t even begin to try to explain to the viewers… i fully regret having my solo debut at the time that i did, and i’m no longer afraid to talk about everything i’ve been through.”

DO YOU REGRET GETTING INTO A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR CURRENT PARTNER AT THE TIME IN WHICH YOU DID?

“no, because when i was starting to fall apart… we quite literally came together. i felt like i lost all of my armor and strength, he still stood beside me and i’ve done the same for him over the course of the last four years. i was really scared to be in a relationship with the kind of mental state that i was in back then, but when you genuinely love someone, you’d go through hell and high water for and with them. i couldn’t have gotten to where i am now without him and the kind of heart that he has. why else would we express how much we care for each other so publicly?”

IN 2020, YOU TRIED TO TAKE LEGAL ACTION AGAINST STELLAR ENTERTAINMENT, BUT THE CASE WAS ABANDONED SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE. WHAT WENT WRONG?

“i can’t say a lot about this, but what i can say is that i had multiple witnesses and a great deal of evidence as well. the court denied my case because all of my witnesses had ‘too much of a personal connection to the defendant.’ i’ve never met a group of people so money-hungry… it breaks my heart into a million pieces to see people with that company, still. i’ve tried all i can do.”

LAST QUESTION, WHAT DOES YOUR LIFE FOR THE NEXT FOUR YEARS LOOK LIKE?

“CORE4 is definitely still in the picture for me, i’m also hoping that i still get to shift more of my focus on aespa, too. the girls are absolutely lovely, it’s an honor to choreograph and watch them grow. but for me, i see myself slowing down a little bit, as well. i’ve always wanted to be a mum, i grew up with my own as my biggest role model… so the consideration alone for that path is definitely in the cards. if not, then i’d mainly like to be in better contact with my family, it’s very hard to stay in touch with everyone because my life is so busy.”

THE STAFF MEMBER NOW BIDS SAKURA GOODBYE BEFORE DEPARTING FROM THE CAMERA, LEAVING SAKURA ALONE IN THE FRAME TO ANSWER THE FINAL QUESTION:

YOU WENT ON HIATUS FOR SEVERAL MONTHS AT THE END OF 2018 FOR YOUR MENTAL HEALTH. WHAT WAS GOING ON AT THAT TIME? WHAT MADE YOU GET TO THAT POINT? DID THINGS GET BETTER? WHAT ADVICE CAN YOU GIVE TO VIEWERS AT HOME?

sakura’s nerves kicked in after she finished reading the question to herself. she planned out her answer in the dressing rooms earlier this morning, but was it even enough? the truth is what would be enough. she knew it, too.

“for the sake of my own health and privacy, i can’t get too descriptive on certain things, so i do apologize for that. back when we debuted, someone invaded our privacy late at night and my former company made false promises as a response. it really traumatized me. so much that i developed a fear of sleeping and being alone, i was getting the same nightmares from that situation over and over again. naturally, my lack of sleep led to my anxiety getting worse, and so did my performance at work. i’ll never forget the day before i spoke to psy for help in regards to it: eunwoo was so worried for me that he cried when i was struggling in practice.”

“even after we had joined our new company, i was still struggling. this was something that felt so psychologically advanced, that therapy eventually wasn’t enough as a solution. fortunately, i received endless support from my P NATION family and friends from the moment i had mentioned getting treatment. everyone was very encouraging, so when i left seoul for a few months to go to a treatment center near the city, i was finally on the right track.”

“i’m very lucky that i got the kind of help that i did, because i got the right resources and i was back home by late september of 2019. since my treatment, i’ve been better than ever. but truth be told, it would have never worked on me if i never believed that there was even a light at the end of the tunnel in the first place… now, i live with my boyfriend of four years, i live my dreams every day with my favorite people in the entire world, and i’m doing it because i found the strength and love in myself to get better… so i could be here, in this very moment. my best advice for anyone struggling with anything at all is that asking for help does not make you weak… it’s the first step. i promise you, it’s not something to be ashamed of.”

sakura had been talking so much that she had lost track of her emotions, she sat on the cushioned seat with tears brimming in her eyes — her skin was ghost pale from mentioning the past, but her eyes told a different story. her eyes shed tears of relief. relief that she was still here. they were tears of joy, and three years later, lee chaerin finally felt like she had set herself free by sharing the truth.

UP NEXT, WITH EUNWOO:

“i felt like i was never going to be myself. i just wanted to shout out my secret from the rooftops… but now, i’m doing it here. i can’t keep running from who i am anymore.”

@skzfairies @m00niesk7 @hyuncore

reblogs are always appreciated! don’t forget to tell me what you think of the second episode <3

[kingwuko]

Wuko in the comics

Welcome to my first post discussing Wuko in the LoK comic books!

This first post will be discussing Turf Wars- which unfortunately does not feature Wu. But there are lots of excellent Mako moments, and there are some major plot points that carry over into the next comic trilogy.

Turf Wars is the first LoK comic trilogy released after the finale. Though it was released two and half years after the finale aired, it picks up right where we left off. While the creators confirmed after the finale aired that Korrasami was canon, the last moments of the animated series were a little ambiguous (on purpose, since this was a time when queer representation was just not considered "acceptable" in children's media-it was truly the only way they could get away with it). The comics definitively remove all ambiguity. Turf Wars features multiple frames of Korra and Asami kissing, holding hands, and coming out to their friends and family. 

The overarching plot of Turf Wars is a conflict over the land upon which the new spirit portal sets. There is also conflict between rival Triad gangs, the Triple Threats and the Creeping Crystals, over turf in Republic City following the chaos of Kuvira's invasion. These two sets of turf wars overlap when a business tycoon hires the Triple Threats to secure the spirit portal for him by driving others off. The new Leader of the Triple Threats, Tokuga, is attacked by a spirit defending the portal, causing him to gain a dragon-like appearance and a new agenda-seizing control of all Republic City. In the midst of all this there is a refugee crisis, a presidential election, and Korra and Asami trying to navigate their new relationship once they return to the real world with all their responsibilities.

Notable plot points and character developments:

Korra and Asami canon is confirmed (repeatedly)-They come out to family and their friends

Business owner Wonyong Keum, who owns the land upon which the new portal sits, demands everyone vacate so he can turn it into a tourist attraction for profit-prompting Korra to enter the Avatar state to temporarily drive him away.

An unhappy spirit requests Korra closes the portal to prevent exploitation of the spirit world.

Bolin joins Mako as his rookie detective partner.

Zhu Li is running efforts to care for refugees who lost their homes during Kuvira’s attack and teams up with Asami to begin rebuilding homes for everyone displaced.

Tokuga is introduced as the leader of the Triple Threats, fighting for control of the streets with Jargala, the leader of the Creeping Crystals.

Kya reveals she is queer and gives us a history lesson on the context of LGBTQ+ history in the world.

Tokuga is attacked by the afore-mentioned spirit and his right arm and half his face become dragon-esque.

Raiko is a colossal idiot. He is way too focused on getting reelected and making his decisions based on what his campaign advisor suggests, rather than just, you know, governing his city. He calls the military to occupy the portal, prompting the Airbenders to peacefully protest.

Zhu Li runs against Raiko for the presidency. She rallies more protesters to protect the spirit portal while her husband films her for his newest project- a “docu-mover” which he presumably uses to influence the election. 

Asami and Keum are kidnapped by Tokuga and forced to make a poison gas device bring the city under Tokuga’s control.

The Krew manages to save the day of course, thanks to Asami’s wit, Korra’s unstoppable stubbornness, and back-up from Bolin and Mako. Except Mako, bless him, says he’ll “take care of Tokuga”, and then promptly loses him.

Tokuga mysteriously disappears into the spirit world.

Zhu Li wins the presidency.

Korra and Asami share a lovely, romantic moment where they exchange their first “I love you”s at the conclusion of the comic.

Mako scenes

There is no Wu in the Turf Wars comics (Unless you count one line of dialogue where it is mentioned that the Earth Kingdom is sending supplies to help the refugee situation) - however, there is plenty of Mako! Mako’s primary role in this series is as a detective trying to find and stop the Triads from waging their turf war in the city.

Our first scenes with Mako shows him back to being a detective- and his brother is his partner. He doesn’t seem super thrilled to be working with Bolin, but I think it’s just because he knows how his brother is- not that he doesn’t want to spend time with him. They are trying to track down the new leader of the triple threats and control gang activity. Mako’s arm is still in a sling, he’s got his usual brooding grumpy facial expression, and his hair is spiky again! He and Bolin arrest two-toed Ping and try to interrogate him. Two-toed Ping is weirdly proud of Mako and Bolin for rising up from being “nobodies” to a couple of “bigtime cops”.

They catch up with Korra and Asami, and the four of them are alerted by Jinora that the Triple threats are attacking the Airbenders that were meditating at the portal. Asami gets hurt in the battle and she and Korra share a kiss in front of everyone:

Look at Opal’s sweet face. She looks like she’s barely containing her excitement and is maybe squealing a bit, and she’s looking directly at Bolin which I think is a sweet moment to show their relationship. Bolin calls dibs on the first double date.

Mako probably needs time to process the information....

Mako and Bolin do some detective work to try and find Tokuga. There is an interesting scene where they are questioning Scoochy (We saw him in the first season, he’s the kid that told Korra and Mako the Bolin went to do some work for the triple threats before getting captured by equalists) Bolin tells Mako they should do “good cop, bad cop”, with Bolin being the good cop. Mako gets annoyed, and Bolin asks if he’s grumpy because his exes are dating. Mako insists he’s cool with it- though he’s got a distressed look on his face. They catch up to Scoochy and Bolin actually loses his temper and is rather menacing. Mako pulls Bolin back and genuinely connects with Scoochy- relating to his past, pushing him to do the right thing and help others. I really liked this moment because it shows how much character growth he’s had when you compare the way he treated Kai in season 3. (They are ultimately unsuccessful and Scoochy’s tip leads them to a room rigged with explosives- but I don’t think Scoochy knew that, I think he was fed false info).

There’s another touching scene, after Asami is kidnapped, where Mako notices how upset Korra seems as everyone is trying to form a plan to stop Tokuga. He steps aside to check in and see how she’s feeling. He comforts her’ empathizes with her, and reassures her that they are going to find Asami. At this point he seems to have fully processed that they are together and seems to fully accept it and is very supportive. Not easy considering the awkward position he’s in as both their exes. In this scene, Mako also informs Korra that he can’t firebend with his injured arm.

Mako and Bolin helps Korra to find Asami by requesting help from Jargala- in spite of the fact that Chief Beifong told them not to… They show up for Korra and Asami even if it means risking their jobs. They team up and fight the bad guys together, just like the old days.

We see many examples of how bad the damage is from Mako’s injury in the Colossus. He can’t bend with his left arm, it’s in a sling almost the whole comic, and he really doesn’t seem to be at the top of his game. He told Bolin he would take care of catching Tokuga, but apparently couldn’t and lost him. Mako’s injury is pretty bad and it’s probably really frustrating.

At the end, Bolin decides to quit the force (surprise. The guy loves to hop from calling to calling!). He makes a big dramatic speech to Mako, talking about how it’s time they go their separate ways. Mako is like “Um I’m going to see you at home in like two hours”, so it sounds like they are living together.

What all this might mean for Wuko

So now I’m going to try to tie things back into how all this affects the potential of Wuko- whether that’s for headcanons or fics or whatever- and just try to give you an idea of what this comic means for Wuko shippers.

Wu is governing in the Earth Kingdom right now. It is mentioned by Zhu Li that the Earth Kingdom sent supplies, so one can assume Wu has taken his place on the throne and the Earth Kingdom is in a stable enough position to be sending supplies to aid another nation. Nothing is mentioned about efforts to transform the Earth Kingdom into a democratic nation (we’ll get to that in the Ruins of the Empire comics).

Mako’s primary relationships that are explored are with his brother and with Korra. His relationship with Bolin is just as it always is. He loves his brother even if he is a little exhausted by his upbeat, enthusiastic attitude. We build up on his final interaction with Korra from the animated series and continue to firmly establish them as friends and amicable exes. Interestingly, we don’t get any meaningful Mako and Asami interactions. When he is comforting Korra, he relates to her by remembering how worried he was when Korra was kidnapped by Amon. He doesn't try to say “Yeah I’m really worried about Asami too”, which, to me is bizarre because he and Asami are friends too, right? I don’t know if we should read too much into it though- most likely it was just a writing choice that we aren’t meant to psycho-analyze- but it could also mean he is being careful with his words so that Korra doesn’t wonder if he still has feelings for Asami. The love triangle is completely resolved and Mako is out of the picture romantically with either of them and has no lingering romantic feelings. In other words, he is 100% ready available for a relationship with someone else.

The scene where Kya gives us a history lesson establishes how LGBTQ+ people are viewed in the world of LoK. In short, Korra and Asami are fully supported by their friends and family, and even their enemies acknowledge their relationship without any homophobic tones. The closest we get to homophobia is Korra's father, who, after expressing his happiness at their relationship, warns Korra to be cautious going forward because not everyone will be as understanding. Kya gives us a quick lesson on how same-gender relationships are viewed across the nations: The water tribe, being a patriarchal culture, expects discretion. The Earth Kingdom is not particularly accepting-Kya says that Avatar Kyoshi was bisexual but couldn't affect "real change" and that the earth kingdom is the slowest to accept change and is also militarily repressive (full disclosure I have not read the Kyoshi comics, maybe there is additional insight in those?). And in the fire nation, Sozin made same-gender relationships illegal when he took power (I hope Zuko undid all that when he became Firelord). The air nation is the only one that seems truly accepting-Kya paints a picture of total acceptance and says that Aang was supportive when she herself came out. Korra is worried that maybe her father was right, but Asami points out that a lot has changed over the years and everyone seems accepting, especially in Republic City. 

I think what we can take away from this as far as Wuko goes- is that in Republic City, same-gender relationships are not much of an issue, while in the Earth Kingdom it could be viewed negatively. One could make a case that Wu might have cause to be closeted, while Mako might not. (Feel free to reject this history canon and substitute your own. I’d just as soon say that no one in the avatar-verse cares if you aren’t cis or het).

In conclusion. Mako is just a guy trying very hard to be a good, supportive friend to his exes who are now dating each other. He loves them (platonically) he loves his brother, he’s kind and has matured a lot, but he still always has a grumpy look on his face so it’s time for him to move on and get together with Wu.

Well, that’s Turf Wars. I did cram the plot of three comic books into one post, so I certainly did not hit all the details. If you feel I missed something crucial, feel free to reblog with your own takes. Next I’ll discuss Ruins of the Empire, in which we get lots of Wu and potential Wuko moments, a sizable helping of angst and even some Wu & Korra friendship! RotE is a really fun comic trilogy and I’ll be breaking it down into multiple posts. Thanks for reading everyone!

Wuko In RotE part 1

Wuko in RotE part 2

[sassyfrassboss]

Saw a post about Harry's statements from the Apple TV docu and amongst the negative comments, I read a comment saying that he/she used to defend the Harkles duo a lot and now he/she is tired of listening to these two. That is REAL fast for public figures who only told their truth like two months ago. A little part of me can't believe that the Americans are starting to see what the royal fandom have been seeing.

I am really starting to see the pendulum swing the other way in regards to celebrities, athletes, etc. who are beyond wealthy and they are complaining about how tough their lives are.

Yesterday the news was all about Naomi Osaka and how she refuses to do press interviews after her matches because it affects her mental health. I mean I feel for her but she gets paid A LOT of money and that is part of the job. She doesn't want to do part of her job, then she shouldn't get paid lots of money. She has like $40M in endorsement deals but yet can't get in front of a camera to talk about how she played? I was actually surprised by the amount of backlash she received. So many old tennis legends came out and said "that's not how this works."

I just think the general public are tired of seeing the "elite" talk about how bad their lives are when I know people who are struggling to make it every day due to the pandemic and lost wages.

Honestly, I think if the pandemic hadn't happened we might feel differently. But it did happen and people are starting to things differently.

[forgottenyogurtgods]

no body, no crime

by forgottenyogurtgods

Summary: [I think he did it but I just can’t prove it. No, no body, no crime But I ain’t letting up until the day I die.] 

Adrien is a Swiftie. To be fair, who isn’t? And her Evermore album? Chef’s kiss! Except… one song put an idea in his head and now he can’t get it out. 

Inspired by this tumblr post.

Chapter 1/?

Episode One

Hi, my name’s Adrien Agreste!

Wait, no. That is a terrible way to start this. Okay, umm…

My mom disappeared when I was— 

No, that’s still really bad. Ugh, why is this so hard?

Okay, uh, I’m just going to go with what feels right. This is probably going to go… yeah.

This is Emilie Agreste. She was a model, an actress, a philanthropist, a pianist, a wife, and my… my mother.

She was the kind of person everyone wanted to be around. Someone who was just nice for the sake of being nice. She gave more than she had and always, always took her time to check on other people. 

I grew up admiring her, wanting to be exactly like her. Because that’s the kind of person everyone should want to be! She just… she made you want to be that way.

And then, two years ago, she just… vanished.

It was a whole thing. My dad and the media and the whole world were involved, and I was. I was caught right in the middle of it.

Her car was found abandoned outside of Paris. Her keys in the ignition. Her wallet and phone in the glove compartment. Her favorite pair of stilettos tucked under the passenger seat. The dress she was going to wear was lying on the back seat.

We were supposed to go out to dinner, just me and her, the night she disappeared.

It was a tradition we did once a month. A mother and son night.

We’d get all dressed up — hair, clothing, shoes, everything — and just go out to eat.

She used to say that those were her favorite days of the month. Everything else was scheduled around those days. They had to be. She made sure that we would, at the very least, have that day.

It’s not like I never saw her or anything, but she was busy. She took time off from acting and modeling when I was younger to be with me, but when I was old enough, she put herself back in the spotlight.

All of that made it difficult for her to be my mom. And we all hated it — my mom, my father, and me. So, my mom set up date nights. Our guaranteed night to spend time with her.

We’d see her outside of this, but it wasn’t the quality time she wanted and we needed, and it just… it sucked.

By now, if you haven’t really guessed, I’m not exactly normal. In more ways than one. 

With my mom being who she was and my father being a fashion designer who has his own fashion house. They met when she was hired to model for another fashion house, back when he was still in school. 

It was her most iconic photo shoot. 

She wore this haute couture piece in the middle of a rainy scene. There were puddles everywhere and there was a rain machine.

My father was in charge of keeping the photographer dry and handing out towels and getting coffee. He ended up slipping in one of the puddles and, yeah.

My mom says that’s when he fell for her, my father said that she fell for him first.

So, date night. 

I remember getting ready to go. My father hired a stylist, Nathalie who became his assistant after my mom disappeared, to help me. She was kind of new to her job at the time and was asked to keep me busy while I waited for my mom.

We were talking about the latest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series when the police arrived.

I remember being told that her car had been found and she was missing, but that there was a possibility that she was still alive.

And then days passed. And weeks. And then months. And there was no sign of her.

And then she was declared dead.

We had a funeral for her.

Her coffin was buried empty.

The reason she went missing wasn’t uncovered by the police.

Her case remains open.

And the clues pointing to what happened to her couldn’t be connected.

Until recently, that is.

This podcast docu-series is about me finding out what happened to my mom and proving to the world that my father killed her.

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[Ao3]

[FanFiction.Net]

[Wattpad]

[sta-bright]

My First Tumble

Hi Tumblr,

I was inspired to get a Tumblr account, believe it or not, from Netflix's 2021 four-part docu-series "Crime Scene: The Vanishing at the Cecil Hotel." Although I highly doubt anyone cares enough to read any of my posts or has the attention span to read anything longer than a few sentences written by a 23 year old with her boobs out, *just in case,* SPOILER ALERT.

The (main) topic of the show focuses around Elisa Lam, who vanished in early 2013 when she was staying at the Cecil Hotel and was then found dead in one of the four water tanks on the roof 19 days after being reported missing (I think I have that correct but don't hold me to it, imaginary readers. It was something like that.).

Anyway, "...to make a long story short"... "too late" #cluereference, Elisa had a Tumblr blog. It seemed to be a good setup for how she was writing very personally, which is what I want to do, so here we go. I have a blog page for the business I own, but to be honest, it's geared more toward, well, business, so I don't feel like I can write freely, or only like the "good" or "normal" part of myself, the good stuff geared at an audience without scaring people away or whatever. So for this one, I don't really care as much about proper grammar or spelling, just somewhere to write my real thoughts if and when I can focus enough to sort them out enough to put them down. I have a bunch of journals, but they are all over the place and I can't write fast enough, so I'm going to try this out. I have a lot to say, and I think even just putting it out there even though I know no one cares might help me feel a little bit of relief, even if anyone does read it and might think I'm an idiot or whatever.

I wasn't sure what to name my blog, and I'm not sure if there's a way to change it in the future, but for now I have decided on "Sta-Bright." Most of my family and some of my close friends call me "Sta" and my partner David calls me Sta Bright, which I think is really cute and makes me happy, so here we are. I use the word partner because I think the word boyfriend is a little too young for us and our relationship warrants a higher level than that. ANYWAY, there is the background information for you, my new friend, Tumblr. I already feel better.

So, this show really pissed me off for a few (many) reasons. I've legitimately been pacing around all morning. First, even the title of the show is misleading. The death of Elisa Lam was not a "crime." It was a devastating incident of accidental death highly likely (as confidently confirmed by all professionals involved) related to a psychotic episode of her mental illness, Bipolar I, which I also happen to have. Netflix using the title "Crime Scene" to lure watchers in is disgusting within itself. Good for you, Netflix. Holla for the dollas! Make that money, baby.

Then, beyond the fact Netflix milked four episodes out of a glamorized case that was ruled an accidental death for this reason not even long after finding Elisa, it is the whole ordeal of the reality and dramatizing of this saga that is so sad.

Upon the release of the famous elevator footage the day she went missing, it went viral almost instantaneously.

*Hold please* I actually just read an article by BBC.com where director of the series, Joe Berlinger, says, "For the average viewer it's another compelling story you watch and then move on to the next. But for who this happened to, it's the worst moment in their life. It's a real tragedy for that person and that family." LOLOLOLOL OKAY JOE!!!! Is this why you spent FOUR EPISODES talking about bullshit theories to keep people hooked and open more discussion? You know that this is not out of respect. Shame on YOU!

"If you look at the other tellings of the story, you'd see she's the victim of some horrible, evil presence that took control of her.

"Those kinds of narratives, I think, are incredibly disrespectful and probably why the family just didn't want to deal with another show that was going to exaggerate the circumstances of the tragedy."

So is this why you made a show exaggerating the circumstances of the tragedy? Lol. "We need to talk about the ghost stories" Or do you need to talk about them to open a can of worms to more losers who fixate on the case? OR IS THAT JUST ME? I don't know. Lemme tell ya what. If anything ever happens to me, please make sure this Joe Schmuck doesn't make a pathetic docuseries about it.

Then, aside from the pathetic profit of Netflix, the actual details of what happened and how society and the "web sleuths" investigated, obsessed, and chimed in on this case is a whole other ballpark about society's minimization and lack of knowledge or respect for mental illness on its own.

THEN, there is a quote by Amy Price, the manager of the hotel during the incident, who is now profiting on a book she is writing about HER experience:

"I want to share my story," she says.

"But this isn't a horror story or anything like that. This is a story about struggle."

Okay, Amy. Whose fucking struggle are you writing about here? I legitimately don't know if she is referring to hers or Elisa's, but either way, it's gross.

It makes me so sad that this whole situation warranted MILLIONS of theories, millions of internet trolls writing articles about the "BIZARRE" death of this girl. This case is not fucking bizarre. It is unfortunate but it is not bizarre. This case was plastered all over internet lists with the titles "bizarre, unexplained cases of missing people." It's not unexplained, and it only was not for long.

These "web sleuths" were busy having a blast, going to the crime scene, smiling as they recorded, posting videos about their stupid theories. Trolls posting their dumb, far-fetched theories without knowing all of the facts, thinking they know better than the professionals, who DO have the findings, did do the labs, did do the investigations. And people still insist that THERE HAS TO BE MORE.

Of course, I don't know all the facts either. BUT, according to the actual professionals involved rather than the entire population of people who love a good "mystery," Elisa's toxicology results showed that her levels of the medications she was supposed to be on signified she had not been taking them as she should have been. They also found bottles of her medicine that had more pills than prescribed, also showing that she had not been taking them.

THEN, she was removed from the room she had been sharing with a few others due to "odd behavior" leaving weird post-its telling them to go away, or whatever. THEN, apparently going into the hotel lobby and screaming "I'm crazy!" or whatever it was.

Although all experiences with mental illnesses are unique, all of these details plus the footage, both detailing erratic behavior, leave no doubt in my mind that the professionals, SHOCKINGLY, CRAZILY, may be right! Who thunk it! I have legitimately acted in the ways described and shown in the video. I don't and couldn't understand HERS, but I understand MY paranoia, hallucinations, experiences I have had, and the actions that are presented, and I guarantee some would look very similar to that footage. Ask the few people who know me best what it's like when I'm not on my meds or fuck them up. I legitimately saw myself in her actions.

Yet, the internet losers had to fixate on a death metal artist who had stayed in the hotel for a few days A YEAR before any of this happened and legitimately ruined his life. His alibi was completely valid and he was dismissed by investigators. He was out of the country, he had tons of substantial paperwork and proof that he was, but that didn't matter.

Because no one takes bipolar disorder seriously, dismissing it as just mood swings, people being dramatic, seeking attention, being lazy, and everyone needs something more sensational, THIS wasn't even an option. They needed to fixate on crazy, fun conspiracy theories, watching the footage over and over and over again, sitting in their caves with their thumbs up their asses writing about their ballpark theories, internet bullying innocent people instead of doing any research on bipolar disorder, instead of defending or considering that it was a psychotic episode, which literally all of the official facts and footage present.

Clearly I'm not a professional either, but like... watch the show and you tell me. You tell me what you think is likely. You tell me what the professionals agree on. But before you make that call, try reading a little bit about bipolar disorder. Try reading about the psychotic episodes that can come with it. It probably won't change your mind, but oh well. It probably is just the hotel being haunted, ya know. Right? This is just my little rant that doesn't matter.

If you want to think it was a ghost, a demon, if it was a murder even though she literally had zero signs of any physical violence and there was zero evidence of it and all evidence the other way, you do that, boo. Have a blast. Hey, I 100% could be wrong, right? Absolutely. Who am I? Just a little dramatic, stupid, crazy nobody.

That's just my take, no better than any other internet trolls, I suppose. When all is said and done, in my little fantasy world, I guess people would just take bipolar disorder seriously and understand the severity of it. People would take it to consideration for the actions and words of those who have it. That's not fun, though. Everyone loves money, everyone loves a good story. Everyone loves making fun of people. Everyone loves a disability you can see. Everything I do is just me being an oddball. Everyone loves to be an internet bully.

I'm sorry for Elisa and her family who have had to deal with years of this. Years of people dismissing the severity of mental illness and obsessing over ghost stories, obsessing over the number of likes or views they get, money they make off of it.

Wow, that was a blast. I'm fairly confident no one will read this, but I feel a lot better that I put that out there. Again, I'm a little nobody, so nothing I say matters, but that's just my take on all of it. I've given up trying to convince anyone that I'm anything but weird, because I know no one will care or accept that. I'll just keep making people feel uncomfortable and keep looking like an idiot. Woe is me, am I right?

You have a blessed day now.

[myhauntedsalem]

19 Parents Share What Their Kid Remembered About Their ‘Last’ Life

1. He showed us his grave

When my brother was about 2 or 3 he told us his name used to be Austin. One day we were picnicking right along side a cemetery, when my brother took off running towards the gravestones, my dad and I followed him and found him touching a large headstone that simply read “Here Lies Austin” no name, no date. My brother did not learn to read until he was 6 and this headstone wasn’t even right out visible from where we were, yet he ran right to it

2. We don’t watch firefighter things

my son told me a few months ago he “used to be a firefighter, and we got called to a fire. There wasn’t any family inside the house, so we just put the fire out. Then the fire truck caught on fire and I died”. A few nights later, he elaborated he was taken to a hospital, where he died. We don’t watch firefighter things.

3. Her “other” mother’s name was Sally

I was talking to my four year old when she began to freak me out. She was telling me a story about her “other mother” and that she “died a long time ago on a Thursday.” I tried to brush it off, you know, whatever, shes a kid, they have wild imaginations… but then she started to go further into detail about the death of her “other mother,” whose name was apparently Sally. She has never met anyone named Sally, and I can’t recall any shows on TV she watches where “Sally” is a character. She told me that she was playing with her father’s gun that she found and accidentally shot and killed Sally while she was walking upstairs. It’s pretty weird. There are no guns in this house, I haven’t even really told her what guns are all about and how they can hurt or kill someone, shes only four! I think I am beginning to understand now why when I try to tell her when someone dies, they go away forever, she tells me that, that is not true. “We come back, mommy!” I’m only 23, I had my daughter very young and despite not being prepared, I don’t think I could have ever prepared for a conversation like that!

4. “When she lived before she was born”

My daughter did the same thing at the same age. She told me about her life “when she lived before she was born” and described herself as a woman with long hair who lived in an apartment with a long flight of stairs outside of it. She drove a VW Bug and wore long skirts. She then told me that she fell down the stairs and died. Her stories were startlingly vivid and always consistent. Quite spooky. She is now 19 and doesnt remember it. My advice would be write down everything your daughter tells you on the subject. Everything! Record her stories if you can.

5. Roanoke?

I would tell my older sister about my death. I told her my husband was captured and fire was everywhere. I took my young son and ran. I told her my son couldn’t run fast enough. I knew we would get killed and I had my husbands knife on me, I wanted to leave a clue. I wrote in capitals “CROATOAN” I told her we were caught and how my son was killed before I was killed. I told her how I was stabbed in the stomach with a knife. Then, I went about playing with dolls. I can still picture the scene and my son to this day.

6. “She used to come visit me”

my son says he remember his great grandmother (my grandmother) and can describe her in perfect detail (how she looks, how she acted, even what brand of cigarettes she smoked) , although she died 11 days before he was born. He says that she used to come visit him in his dreams.

7. Conchon

Apparently beginning around the time my friend could form sentences until he was little more than 2, he would go on and on about how he was a Native American named Conchon and that after his wife and son got sick and died, he moved to a mountain to live by himself with his horse. He died of a broken neck when he fell into a ravine.

8. “My real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came.”

when I was 2 or 3 I was talking to my grandmother and told her that my mom and dad weren’t my real mom and dad. My grandmother, knowing this wasn’t true, said they were. I calmly explained that no, my real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came. I had lived because my mom hid me behind a rock. I then went on to describe white men with guns and us “dark” people with long hair. When I was done, I went back to eating my ice cream.

9. Jesus

My cousin, approximately 3 years old and riding in the car with my mum and dad, pointed out a random house that they went past and declared “I died there”.

10. Included because, WHAT?

I did something sort of similar I guess. When I was about 3 my mum and I were driving over a bridge on which there’d recently been a major accident that resulted in a car bursting into flames and the driver dying. Anyway, I asked my mum who the man in the front seat was and when she told me to describe him I said, “Well he’s on fire and he keeps looking back at me.”

11. I drowned

My mother told me about a story I told her when I was 2 or 3. I told her she was the best mommy I ever had, to which she replied, “I’m the only mommy you’ve ever had.” “nu-uh, I had another mommy.” I said that my older sister and I went out to a pond in the woods behind my house. Around the pond, all of the trees were the same type: skinny with white paper-like bark. (I had never seen a poplar tree before in this life.) We put some logs together to make a raft, and put it into the water to play boat captain and climbed aboard. The raft fell apart, and I didn’t know how to swim. I tried to grab a log, but my hand slipped off. I could see my sister freaking out from underwater. I drowned.

12. My war memories

one of 6 hopping out of a helicopter into a field, it’s hot as shit, humid, daytime, two house/buildings smoking and heavily burning straight in front of me (to the side of the chopper), and there’s firing from the woods and field to my right. It’s chaotic a noisy, lots of firing and helicopters, my guys are firing back crouched next to the back building, one guy runs out of the other building with a kid he pushes forward and yells at to run, the kid gets shot from out of nowhere, and drops. I see a few of my guys advancing from another chopper behind me duck down in the grass as their chopper leaves, I crouch in tall grass about 10 feet from my chopper, fire my rifle twice from just above the grass line, and my chopper starts to take off, and is taking fire. I get up to move forward, panicky, and am shot dead – I feel a hard thunk, see part my chest explode, fall forward go black, and zoom out above my body. I also drew this later (still have pics, mom saved them). To me, it’s clear as day, still. Mom said some of my first chatter was about “heavy fire” “zip em boys” (don’t know what that means) and I would ask “Where are the hueys?” I was born in the early 70s, and my family was NOT military (very anti, actually). I err on the side of thinking it’s media (news footage?) I absorbed at some point from the Viet Nam war, but I also wonder if it’s not a past-life dream.

13. “That’s why I don’t like water now”

When my kid was 4, we were watching a docu on the Titanic. The scene was a picture of the schematics of the boiler room and the camera panned from left to right over the plans. He pointed at the tv and said, “That’s wrong. The boilers were on the Other side. And I was right here.” And he pointed to a small space in the boiler room. “That’s where I was. And that’s why I don’t like water now.”

14. My family’s farm, burning

When I was younger I would have dreams of living in colonial american. I remember bits very vividly and only when I was older did I realize what they were about and how accurate they were. Most of the dreams consisted of me being in my late teen years and centered around my family’s farm being set on fire during the night. I never dreamed past that night, nothing about the aftermath of the fire, and I haven’t had one in years.

15. “Nobody scroofs me there”

Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied “Oh, nobody ‘scroofs’ me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I’m here.” She said this like it was nothing. My wife and I were catatonic.

16. Nope

“Before I was born here, I had a sister, right? Her and my other Mom are so old now. They were ok when the car was on fire, but I sure wasn’t!”

17. “Their screams are keeping me up”

I was in my room on the computer at about 11, which is late for my sister to be awake even now. I was thinking about bed, but then my sister knocks on the door. She was maybe 10 at the time, so not so young that she doesn’t know when she’s dreaming. She wanted to sleep in my room because she was sad and scared. I asked her why, and she said, “I watched your sons burn up in the fire. Their screams are keeping me up.”

18. Role reversal

My three year old said, “Remember when I was the grown-up and you were the little boy?” to his Dad.

19. When he was a grown up

My father used to hate policemen when he was a kid, he used to tell my grandmother that they came to his house and shot him when he was a grown up.

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When my brother was about 2 or 3 he told us his name used to be Austin. One day we were picnicking right along side a cemetery, when my brother took off...

19 Parents Share What Their Kid Remembered About Their ‘Last’ Life

1. He showed us his grave

When my brother was about 2 or 3 he told us his name used to be Austin. One day we were picnicking right along side a cemetery, when my brother took off running towards the gravestones, my dad and I followed him and found him touching a large headstone that simply read “Here Lies Austin” no name, no date. My brother did not learn to read until he was 6 and this headstone wasn’t even right out visible from where we were, yet he ran right to it

2. We don’t watch firefighter things

my son told me a few months ago he “used to be a firefighter, and we got called to a fire. There wasn’t any family inside the house, so we just put the fire out. Then the fire truck caught on fire and I died”. A few nights later, he elaborated he was taken to a hospital, where he died. We don’t watch firefighter things.

3. Her “other” mother’s name was Sally

I was talking to my four year old when she began to freak me out. She was telling me a story about her “other mother” and that she “died a long time ago on a Thursday.” I tried to brush it off, you know, whatever, shes a kid, they have wild imaginations… but then she started to go further into detail about the death of her “other mother,” whose name was apparently Sally. She has never met anyone named Sally, and I can’t recall any shows on TV she watches where “Sally” is a character. She told me that she was playing with her father’s gun that she found and accidentally shot and killed Sally while she was walking upstairs. It’s pretty weird. There are no guns in this house, I haven’t even really told her what guns are all about and how they can hurt or kill someone, shes only four! I think I am beginning to understand now why when I try to tell her when someone dies, they go away forever, she tells me that, that is not true. “We come back, mommy!” I’m only 23, I had my daughter very young and despite not being prepared, I don’t think I could have ever prepared for a conversation like that!

4. “When she lived before she was born”

My daughter did the same thing at the same age. She told me about her life “when she lived before she was born” and described herself as a woman with long hair who lived in an apartment with a long flight of stairs outside of it. She drove a VW Bug and wore long skirts. She then told me that she fell down the stairs and died. Her stories were startlingly vivid and always consistent. Quite spooky. She is now 19 and doesnt remember it. My advice would be write down everything your daughter tells you on the subject. Everything! Record her stories if you can.

5. Roanoke?

I would tell my older sister about my death. I told her my husband was captured and fire was everywhere. I took my young son and ran. I told her my son couldn’t run fast enough. I knew we would get killed and I had my husbands knife on me, I wanted to leave a clue. I wrote in capitals “CROATOAN” I told her we were caught and how my son was killed before I was killed. I told her how I was stabbed in the stomach with a knife. Then, I went about playing with dolls. I can still picture the scene and my son to this day.

6. “She used to come visit me”

my son says he remember his great grandmother (my grandmother) and can describe her in perfect detail (how she looks, how she acted, even what brand of cigarettes she smoked) , although she died 11 days before he was born. He says that she used to come visit him in his dreams.

7. Conchon

Apparently beginning around the time my friend could form sentences until he was little more than 2, he would go on and on about how he was a Native American named Conchon and that after his wife and son got sick and died, he moved to a mountain to live by himself with his horse. He died of a broken neck when he fell into a ravine.

8. “My real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came.”

when I was 2 or 3 I was talking to my grandmother and told her that my mom and dad weren’t my real mom and dad. My grandmother, knowing this wasn’t true, said they were. I calmly explained that no, my real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came. I had lived because my mom hid me behind a rock. I then went on to describe white men with guns and us “dark” people with long hair. When I was done, I went back to eating my ice cream.

9. Jesus

My cousin, approximately 3 years old and riding in the car with my mum and dad, pointed out a random house that they went past and declared “I died there”.

10. Included because, WHAT?

I did something sort of similar I guess. When I was about 3 my mum and I were driving over a bridge on which there’d recently been a major accident that resulted in a car bursting into flames and the driver dying. Anyway, I asked my mum who the man in the front seat was and when she told me to describe him I said, “Well he’s on fire and he keeps looking back at me.”

11. I drowned

My mother told me about a story I told her when I was 2 or 3. I told her she was the best mommy I ever had, to which she replied, “I’m the only mommy you’ve ever had.” “nu-uh, I had another mommy.” I said that my older sister and I went out to a pond in the woods behind my house. Around the pond, all of the trees were the same type: skinny with white paper-like bark. (I had never seen a poplar tree before in this life.) We put some logs together to make a raft, and put it into the water to play boat captain and climbed aboard. The raft fell apart, and I didn’t know how to swim. I tried to grab a log, but my hand slipped off. I could see my sister freaking out from underwater. I drowned.

12. My war memories

one of 6 hopping out of a helicopter into a field, it’s hot as shit, humid, daytime, two house/buildings smoking and heavily burning straight in front of me (to the side of the chopper), and there’s firing from the woods and field to my right. It’s chaotic a noisy, lots of firing and helicopters, my guys are firing back crouched next to the back building, one guy runs out of the other building with a kid he pushes forward and yells at to run, the kid gets shot from out of nowhere, and drops. I see a few of my guys advancing from another chopper behind me duck down in the grass as their chopper leaves, I crouch in tall grass about 10 feet from my chopper, fire my rifle twice from just above the grass line, and my chopper starts to take off, and is taking fire. I get up to move forward, panicky, and am shot dead – I feel a hard thunk, see part my chest explode, fall forward go black, and zoom out above my body. I also drew this later (still have pics, mom saved them). To me, it’s clear as day, still. Mom said some of my first chatter was about “heavy fire” “zip em boys” (don’t know what that means) and I would ask “Where are the hueys?” I was born in the early 70s, and my family was NOT military (very anti, actually). I err on the side of thinking it’s media (news footage?) I absorbed at some point from the Viet Nam war, but I also wonder if it’s not a past-life dream.

13. “That’s why I don’t like water now”

When my kid was 4, we were watching a docu on the Titanic. The scene was a picture of the schematics of the boiler room and the camera panned from left to right over the plans. He pointed at the tv and said, “That’s wrong. The boilers were on the Other side. And I was right here.” And he pointed to a small space in the boiler room. “That’s where I was. And that’s why I don’t like water now.”

14. My family’s farm, burning

When I was younger I would have dreams of living in colonial american. I remember bits very vividly and only when I was older did I realize what they were about and how accurate they were. Most of the dreams consisted of me being in my late teen years and centered around my family’s farm being set on fire during the night. I never dreamed past that night, nothing about the aftermath of the fire, and I haven’t had one in years.

15. “Nobody scroofs me there”

Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied “Oh, nobody ‘scroofs’ me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I’m here.” She said this like it was nothing. My wife and I were catatonic.

16. Nope

“Before I was born here, I had a sister, right? Her and my other Mom are so old now. They were ok when the car was on fire, but I sure wasn’t!”

17. “Their screams are keeping me up”

I was in my room on the computer at about 11, which is late for my sister to be awake even now. I was thinking about bed, but then my sister knocks on the door. She was maybe 10 at the time, so not so young that she doesn’t know when she’s dreaming. She wanted to sleep in my room because she was sad and scared. I asked her why, and she said, “I watched your sons burn up in the fire. Their screams are keeping me up.”

18. Role reversal

My three year old said, “Remember when I was the grown-up and you were the little boy?” to his Dad.

19. When he was a grown up

My father used to hate policemen when he was a kid, he used to tell my grandmother that they came to his house and shot him when he was a grown up.

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Masterlist

Harry Potter

Bedroom Eyes (E, 1.4k, Wolfstar) ”You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour now, Sirius,” he said. “Wanna show me what you were thinking about?” Remus asked hoarsely, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Our Friends Are Idiots (E, 2.8k, Wolfstar) James and Peter think that their best friend is in trouble but Sirius thinks that they're idiots. All he wanted was some sexy time with his hot werewolf boyfriend.

i don’t want to be your friend, i want to kiss your lips (E, 3k, Wolfstar) Remus tried to find the right words. He had played this out in his head a thousand times, had imagined how it would be to finally admit his feelings, to tell Sirius. But now, all the words were gone, his thoughts filled with nothing but Sirius.

i’ll make the moon shine just for you (not rated, wip, Wolfstar)

Punny Little Thing Called Love (T, 1.2k, Wolfstar) Three times Sirius gives Remus a stupid nickname and one time he doesn't.

breaking through the atmosphere (E, 2.1k, Wolfstar) Sirius struggles with being locked-up in 12 Grimmauld Place but Remus is there to take care of him.

sit still, look pretty (E, 1.5k, Wolfstar) Remus is a tease but Sirius doesn’t mind.

tell me about last night (M, 1.9k, Wolfstar) In which Remus Lupin drinks too much and hooks up with Sirius Black, captain of the university’s Polo team and Remus’ long-time crush. Awkwardness ensues the next morning.

waves (E, 6.6k, Wolfstar) Hell breaks loose at 12 Grimmauld Place and an injured Sirius Black seeks refuge at the Potters.

A Purrfect Match (G, 1.6k, Wolfstar) When Remus walked into the shelter that day, he expected to leave with a new furry companion and not meet the love of his life.

bewitched you in the moonlight (T, 4k, Wolfstar) Sirius is absolutely smitten by an adorably awkward Remus dressed as a werewolf.

Lightning in a Bottle (M, 11.1k, Wolfstar) 29-year-old businessman Sirius Black finds himself falling in love with 23-year-old art student Remus Lupin, who turns Sirius' life upside down in a matter of seconds.

Red, White & Royal Annoyance (T, 3k, Wolfstar) A royal wedding, two rivals, a kiss in the garden.

The Big Birthday Cake Catastrophe (T, 1.5k, Wolfstar) Sirius and James attempt to bake a birthday cake for Remus when disaster strikes.

Of Sharks, Manatees, and Master Matchmakers (T, 2.1k, Wolfstar) Remus works at an aquarium where he meets Sirius, a guy with a PhD in marine biology who can talk to sharks and thinks that Remus' lanyard is funky.

Red, White & Royal Blue

Paris Nights / New York Mornings (E, 1.7k, Alex/Henry) Henry is stuck in a hot hotel room in Paris and Alex is more than happy to keep him company.

smoke and mirrors (E, 3.1k, Alex/Henry) Henry owns a blue suit that drives Alex crazy and Henry thinks that the baby blue tie just looks too good around Alex's wrists.

Honey and Lemons (G, 668, Alex/Henry) Henry has a cold. Alex is there to take care of him.

Champagne Bubbles (T, 788, Alex/Henry) When Alex comes home from work, Henry has a surprise date planned for them.

David and the Case of Finding Furever Home (G, 1k, Alex/Henry) It's another normal day at the shelter for Alex until Henry walks in.

Night at the Lake House (T, 599, Alex/Henry) Henry goes skinny dipping. Alex thinks his boyfriend is the most beautiful person in the world.

Shower Curtains (E, 2.5k, Alex/Henry) Taking a shower with Henry is never about getting clean. Never.

you take my breath and steal the things i know (E, 56.4k, Alex/Henry) Alex hates Henry and Henry hates Alex—at least that's what Alex likes to tell himself. It all changes though when Henry comes to the States to film a docu-series with Nora and June, and Alex involuntarily gets to know Henry better, finding his world completely turned on its head by the end of it.

baby, it’s cold outside (T, 2.4k, Alex/Henry) A collection of all my drabbles for the RWRB Winterfest 2020!

dogs that bark don’t bite (T, 415) Alex was a weird kid.

notes from David (G, wip) A compilation of David having thoughts.

I will adore you until eternity (E, 4.3k, Alex/Henry) Alex got Henry two sets of lingerie and Henry is eager to try them on.

completely and perfectly and incandescently happy (G, 254, Alex/Henry) “What endearments am I allowed then?” Henry asks with a smile, cupping Alexander’s face with his hand and brushing his thumb across the sun-kissed skin there.

Tidal Wave (E, 4.8k, Alex/Henry) Rivalling captains Alexander and Henry have been neck to neck for years but their relationship takes a different turn when Henry shows up unexpectedly on the Claremont.

your mouth is a hurricane (E, 3.7, Alex/Henry) Drummers hit it the hardest, they say.

like fireflies (E, 5.7k, Alex/Henry) Alex and Henry see each other again. Featuring dark storage rooms, leather gloves, and a weird fuzzy feeling that simply won't leave Alex alone whenever he's around Henry.

to be kissed by you (T, 1k, Alex/Henry) Alex and Henry meet for a quick rendezvous before attending an official event.

like cherries and wine (T, 640, June/Nora) June meets up with Pez for brunch where she, literally, runs into a cute waitress.

she is my all, she is the one, she is (T, 1k, June/Nora) Nora struggles to find a fitting Valentine's present for her girlfriend.

can i call you tonight? (E, 7.8k, Alex/Henry) Falling in love with someone who lives an ocean away is weird. Especially if you are staying at their house and they stay at yours. or Alex and Henry swap houses and fall in love in the process.

shouting curses at ursa major (T, 1.2k, Alex/Henry) Sometimes, forever doesn't last as long as you might want it to.

Shifting Gears (E, 1.7k, Alex/Henry) Henry and Alex plan on taking a short vacation in Wales when a punctured tire ruins their fun. Or does it?

you’re the beat playing in my heart (E, 6.6k, Alex/Henry) Things between Alex and Henry get weird after Pittsburgh but then Henry invites Alex to London.

what is grief, if not love persevering? (T, 423) As suggested by his therapist, Henry writes a letter to his dad.

rosemary & firewood (T, 1.1k, Alex/Henry) When they brew Amortentia for the first time, Alex discovers something new about himself.

i hope you don't mind that i put down in words how wonderful life is while you're in the world (T, 827, Alex/Henry) "What do you love the most about Henry?" - "Does everything count as an answer? Though even that wouldn't be enough." Some of the things Alex loves about Henry.

spell my name with her tongue, like (uh) (E, 2.5k, June/Nora) Stuck at a state dinner, Nora decides to have some fun with June under the table.

i’ll tell you what i like / my wildflower (E, 2.6k, Alex/Henry) Henry takes Alex on a ride on a motorbike which quickly leads to something more heated once they make it back to the garage.

oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets (E, 2.8k, Alex/Henry) Henry comes home after being away for three weeks and Alex is very eager to welcome him home properly.

if they only knew how you talk to me when it’s just us two (E, 5.3k, Alex/Henry) With Henry being gone for a week to take care of things back home, Alex is left in NYC on his own but when he feels needy, Henry is only a text message away.

when he calls me pretty (E, 2.7k, Alex/Henry) Alex is horny and Henry is happy to help out even if they are an ocean apart.

Cherry Bomb (E, 3.1k, June/Nora) June gets a new lingerie set. Nora is more than happy to admire it.

One Last Stop

sugar & spice (E, 1.5k, August/Jane) August can't sleep. Jane offers to help.

Voltron

Birthday Boy (E, 2k, Klance) It's Keith's birthday and the boys are a little drunk and horny and utterly in love.

Song of Achilles

he touched my soul, skin to bone (E, 2.3k, Achilles/Patroclus) It’s Achilles’ birthday and Patroclus brought some figs for them to share.

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Top 5 BTS Lead/Title Tracks - Pt. I

Alright peeps, I’m finally gonna do it. Dear followers, look away now because I know you guys don’t give a fuck about BTS. Sorry.

1. Black Swan 

To me, Black Swan is the best BTS song. Every single “yeah yeah yeah”, “boom boom boom”, “jump jump jump”, “killin’ me now”, “film it now”  is irreplaceable. Whenever I hear the song, those are the lyrics that make my body ache, like it remembers my pain even if my brain doesn’t - it’s really cathartic.

Pain is universal and you don’t have to speak Korean or know the lyrics to feel this song with your whole being, to know that “boom boom boom” reminds you of a heartbeat. In each “yeah yeah yeah” there is pain and defiance, and the sound reverberates through your body. Pain makes your chest feel tight and your body ache, and the beautiful choreo that accompanies the lyrics expresses that pain, fear and defiance so well - the members grab their necks, hold their arms in front of their bodies in a protective stance, beat their chests, etc. 

The lyrics to Black Swan are beautiful and descriptive (RM at his finest), and the vocal arrangement matches them. The vocalists sound indistinguishable from each other, like they’re in complete agreement, coming together as one to voice their pain. Their voices sound muffled, as if they’re singing to us from the bottom of the ocean. The vocal line goes really hard in Black Swan. The song doesn’t seem technically difficult but it’s all about emotion. The melody of Black Swan is simple but very, very pretty, and the strings sound sensitive, wound up and ready to snap at any time - just like the singers. Also, the beauty of Jimin’s dancing in the MV, and the MV itself, elevate the song. 

Black Swan is a masterpiece (an actual masterpiece, I’m not being dramatic) in my eyes. It’s a perfect fusion of music, dance and performance. 

2. IDOL

IDOL may not be the best song ever, but I can’t get enough of it. I love the choreo, the members’ grit when singing/rapping, the energy and power of the song. IDOL makes me feel powerful every time I listen to it, but it’s not “fake empowerment”. Imo, the song which fits the “love yourself” theme the best is IDOL. The actual “answer” to “love yourself” is in IDOL. 

Something I did in therapy to better my self-confidence was to list things I liked about myself, as JK does (”I love myself, I love my fans and my dance and my what”). I also had to confront my negative thoughts and provide alternatives to them, which BTS sort of do in the song. I think BTS lead by example in IDOL.

In LY: Tear BTS mourn a loss of identity, caused by fame and their desire to be or look perfect. They mention in their docu-series that they haven’t changed, but people say they have, and they’ve lost some friends because of it. I think BTS address this topic in IDOL, when JK and V sing about the many selves within them and how they’d rather go at them (”runnin’ man, runnin’ man”) than worry about what others think. (Also, I think BTS fear they’ve changed for the worst so that bit of the song comes across as defensive.) BTS is hurt by fans and friends turning their backs on them because they got so big, but they believe everyone changes and you shouldn’t feel bad for it. The new you still has bits of the old you, even if others can’t see it. You can’t live in the past; you should always try to improve, grow and discover new sides to you. In short, you should love every part of you - past, present or future.

BTS also celebrate their culture and acknowledge the “worst” criticism aimed at them: that they’re “idols”. They dismiss such criticism without bragging. They simply say they can’t be categorized. Idol, artist - they are who they are. 

The best thing about IDOL though, is Jimin’s iconic “You can’t stop me loving myself”. Saying “I love myself” or “I’m worth loving” means nothing. There is no right way to love yourself. But there is a right attitude. In order to love yourself you have to be aggressive, persistent. Jimin doesn’t smile or wink when he yells out the words; he shows you the words mean nothing, his determination does. Jimin wants to love himself, so he will. 

There’s no trick to loving yourself, only hard work. The only thing you can do is try, everyday, to defeat your negative thoughts and remind yourself you’re worth loving. In the end, IDOL gives us the best answer in LY: Answer. There is no answer, only our will. 

Continued in Pt. II and Pt. III.

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Voltron Defenders Prologue

This is my AU of Voltron Legendary Defender. This is me remaking Voltron from the ground up. Hopefully, I haven’t bit off more than I can chew.

-V-

A movie could begin with that view, Lance thought to himself, looking out from his balcony to the bay.

Lance Alvarez had seen more picturesque views than any other human being alive, he liked to think. Of stars, of ancient temples, and beings beyond what his community college education could fathom, but in his mind nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare to a panoramic view of a Cuban sunset. Maybe he was just getting old, he thought, not that he could tell.

With the miracle of alien medicine, sixty was the new thirty-nine. He stretched, taking a deep breath of the cooling air. Yes, he thought, you could definitely start a movie like this.

The tell-tale click of the door opening behind him turned his head.

“Yes?” he asked.

A shock of hair the color of goose down poked through the door, followed by the head of a young man, probably around his son’s age.

“Mr. Alvarez?” he asked, uncertainty in not only his voice but his whole demeanor.

“Yes,” Lance said.

Lance’s visitor opened the door to Lance’s apartment all the way to reveal his cream-colored sweater and slacks.

“You’re…”

He paused, as if trying to figure out just what to say.

“You look different than your picture.”

Lance threw back his head and laughed.

“I’m sure I do,” he said, putting a hand on his stomach, “when you have Tex-Mex at Hunk and Shay’s, one plate isn’t enough!”

Lance’s visitor shifted, looking embarrassed.

“Sorry if I was rude.”

“No, you weren’t. What I did to Keith back on Arus that was rude.”

“Well, actually, that’s why I’m—well, why we’re here.”

“We?”

A young woman with a brown bob and a beret, followed by a familiar floating pyramid, poked her head into the doorway.

“Did you die from embarrassment yet, Daryl?”

The first visitor, Daryl, rolled his eyes.

“No, Lisa, but I appreciate the concern.”

And Lance had to appreciate the banter. It had been awhile since he’d heard some good wit.

“I see you’ve got a rover,” he said, pointing to the robot.

The girl, Lisa, brightened and walked into the room, revealing an all-black ensemble.

“You like it?” she asked, “It’s the latest model. It comes with three times the RAM and a built in translator.”

“I’ll bet,” Lance says, “I was there when the first Rover was made.”

“Get out of here!” the girl said, “you’re not that old.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” said Lance, “Can I offer you some coffee?”

“Uh, sure,” Daryl said, “just with sugar.”

“I’ll take some, too,” said Lisa, “but put the whole bottle of creamer in it.”

Lance nodded and headed for his kitchen.

“Now,” Lance said, putting a new filter into his coffee maker, “why are you here?”

“We spoke on the phone,” Daryl said from the other room, “We’re here for the interview.”

“Interview?”

“We’re working on a docu-series,” said Lisa, “focusing on your career…”

“Bullcrap,” Lance said, spooning coffee beans into the maker, “You want to know about Voltron.”

For about a minute, no sound came from the living room. After two minutes, Daryl poked his head into the kitchen doorway.

“Are we that obvious?”

“Well, considering I’m an old pro at that, I won’t hold it against you. But I can’t see what you want to know. Everyone’s already covered most of it…”

“But not the human side,” said Lisa, walking into the kitchen, “the side that everybody wants to know.”

“Still don’t see why you don’t talk to Hunk or Pidge…”

“We will,” said Daryl, “but we wanted to get your side of the story first.”

Lance smiled.

“Fifty years ago, I’d have been all over this.”

The coffee maker dinged.

“One of you grab some mugs from that cabinet over there. I’ll pour the coffee.”

Before long, Lance and his visitors had settled in the living room, all three of them drinking from matched mugs, with Lisa explaining the direction.

“…And then a voice over says ‘Terra is my nation. Deep space is my dwelling place, the stars my destination.’

“That’s pretty good.” said Lance, taking a sip of his coffee, “you come up with that?”

“It’s the final line of Alfred Bester’s most famous novel.” said Daryl.

“Never read Bester,” Lance replied.

“Okay,” Lisa said, moving to join Daryl on the couch, “you just start rolling and I’ll just film you while Daryl asks you questions.”

“Chévere,” Lance said, taking another drink of coffee.

“Alright,” Lisa said to her robot companion, “Rover, begin filming in ten seconds.”

“Any place you want me to start?” asked Lance.

Daryl had taken out a datapad, looking down at it. Probably had notes on that thing.

“Why not start at the Garrison? That’s where most people say this started.”

“Sounds good,” Lance said.

“And we’re rolling,” Lisa said, “in three, two…”

Lisa made mouthed the word ‘go’ to Lance.

Lance closed his eyes, thinking back to a time when it felt like anything was possible, when missing earth was nothing but a rough Wednesday.

“I first joined the Galaxy Garrison when I was fifteen. ‘Maybe you’ll be on the next mission to Kerberos.’ was what the ad on TV said. When I was a younger, I thought that would be me. I thought I could do anything…”

Lance looked back out the window of his balcony, up towards the stars he’d traversed in his youth.

“When we’re young, we look people in the eye and tell them we can do anything. That we’re the heroes of our own story, the next leaders, the next Neil Armstrong or Amelia Earhart.”

He paused, gathering his thoughts before turning to face his interviewers.

“But some of us aren’t heroes. Not in the way we think they should be. Voltron taught me that.”

Lance looked up at the walls of his home, walls full of posters and memorabilia. Underneath them were shelves lined with action figures of familiar robot lions, pictures of weddings, births, funerals, artwork, magazine covers, all of it dedicated to what was Voltron.

“It’s only now, when I’m old, that I realize how much I owe to Voltron. And to the people who made it possible.”

Lance looked down at another photo, one that held a special place in his heart, and smiled. Gritty and old, it sat in a cracked frame, showing two young men, one Cuban, the other Samoan. Both of them wore the uniforms of the Galaxy Garrison, Custodial division.

[brettpesce]

im under instructions to spam u with doncic related asks,,, so as someone who genuinely only knows abt doncic due to like one (1) doncic/heiskanen fic,,, can i have a primer on doncic or a link to one? he is v tall and i am 4'10" so there is an Appeal 👀

did u come here from emma jdkfjs

i wrote a lot more than i meant to, so i’m putting it under the cut. if you’re seeing this on mobile i’m sorry idk if read mores work on mobile anymore tumblr is wack

tl;dr

luka is v tall. if you came from emma you’ve probably seen the pic of luka and miro with each other’s jerseys, but there’s a video. and also this article. luka’s like 6’7”. miro’s in his skates. ( also imagine if dallas had both the nba roy and calder trophy winner, but miro wasn’t even a finalist and b*nnington was, haha yes i’m still bitter )

ok so

first things first i’m not a hundo percent knowledgable on basketball. what i know about it is v elementary. but either way here is this draft profile on reddit my cousin sent me way back when. and there are actually SO MANY video essays/analysis on his basketball on youtube. here’s one. here’s another one. here’s one from last season. there’s also this docu on the euroleague channel

basically:

at 13 signed with real madrid and moved to spain. pro debut at 16 ( like me n him are the same age. y’know what i was doing at 16? almost failing my driving test n crying abt it ) won euroleague finals with real madrid in 2018 and named euroleague mvp.

at eurobasket 2017, he played for slovenia and won gold

at the 2018 nba draft he was selected third overall by the atlanta hawks and was traded to the dallas mavericks in exchange for trae young and a 2019 first round pick.

he won nba rookie of the year for the 2018-19 season.

he recently passed jason kidd’s record for the most triple-doubles in mavs franchise with 22 and has already accomplished so much

luka is just!! it’s so much fun watching him play. even my old roommate—who knows nothing about sports, had probably never watched a sport in her life—would be excited to watch games. he has fun out there. he’s v passionate. sometimes one might even say a little “““intense”””. like you can tell when he’s frustrated, he’s ripped his jersey twice out of frustration. ( the last time he did it they were wearing the city jerseys so like…. i don’t blame him jfkdjf )

he speaks four languages. FOUR. slovenian, serbian, spanish, and english. here’s luka doing a postgame in slovenian. here’s luka ( and kristaps! ) doing media for the mexico city games. here’s luka speaking to the crowd before the mexico city game.

some other videos you should check out just because:

name that tune: dirk & luka

this 3 pointer to force ot

luka mic’d up at 2019 rising stars

luka mic’d up against the pelicans

sounds from the baseline: 2020 all-star weekend

luka’s half court shot in the 2020 rising stars challenge

straight to the cup: luka, maxi & boban

nikola jokic jokes with luka doncic at all-star weekend

highlights vs. denver nuggets ( jalen’s reaction at 0:46? same )

luka falling on a kid and then check if he’s okay

2019-20 highlights

ALSO DOGS. if you like dogs, luka and his gf have two and they are the cutest!! here is their instagram. the pomeranian is named hugo and gia is the white swiss shepherd and they are adorable.

so yeah, stan luka. stan the mavs.

ok edit: bc joce wants me to talk abt his tattoos ( joce i swear me and emma did talk abt it ) here’s luka getting his eurobasket tattoo. he has “non desistas/non exieris” a number “7” and a tiger on the inside of his forearm. on the other side he has an eagle and the eye of providence. he has a tat on his back/shoulder but i can’t tell what it is

[elejahfanfic]

The Vampire Files/6

Fanfiction

Part 6

AU story with tvd/to characters, but also with many others from different fandoms like Nick Amaro _Law&Order svu, that I am borrowing here. And Joel Goran from Saving Hope etc.

Main pairing_ Nick Amaro and Elena Gilbert

Nick and Elena are FBI Agents investigating supernatural activities and homocide caused vampires and demons.

Expect witches, demons, vampires. Inspired by X-files, Twin Peaks, and many other shows

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tag_ @miguelsbrat​ ٩( ^ᴗ^)۶☀🌴🌴💮🍹

(❁˘▽˘) thank you for reading xoxo

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New Orleans

"Special Agent Dean Stavros" the man introduced himself to Elena and Nick

"The body?" Elena said.

"Right. Follow me. Bossy much?" Dean looked at Nick.

"Sugar deficiency. I hope you know some good beignet joint?" Nick replied.

Elena was going through her tablet already crossreferencing the files she had on local myths and legends. You drive" she said to Nick as she got in the SUV on the passenger side.

Strangely Nick didn't mind the way she would just be so forward with him in a way like they had been working together forever and it was the way they rolled.

"Have you crossed all the ts?" Nick asked as she put the tablet down looking out of the window.

"All of them were killed in sacred woods" Elena replied still gazing out of the window.

"Ritual killing?"

"I don't know yet. Anyway, remember the stuff you got about that Aztec Sun & Moon ritual Vicky Donovan wrote in her diary?!"

"The Supermoon eclipse?"

"Yeah-" Elena muttered pensively.

"Where are you going with this? Nick inquired.

"I've just read about a local legend of the Loogaroo vampire. The name is a blending Loup Garou and the Obayifo".

"I know. Obayifo- vampiric witch." Nick said.

"Oh, you really have been doing your homework" Elena was impressed.

"The month you were recuperating I used to catch up on all your docu on vampires"

"Right" she  shot a I'm really impressed, "Loogaroo as a term conceals a cipher of the words Ura Ghul, or devourer of hearts, which echos the thing that Davina Claire's heart being cut out could have something to do with it"

"But what has sun and the moon myth got to do with it all then?"

"Oh, it's about- well, maybe raising the Loogaroo, sun and the moon eclipse is necessary to bring forth this creature -something to do with mixing the dark and the light magic. It's about traditions of Voudon, which are about the light and dark. A fusion of African and European magical practices This is all a stretch, but I am trying to prove that all those women drained of blood have a much darker connection. Oh, the Loogaroo has a werewolf aspect as well. There is another legend that says, In the other legend the Loogaroo is a sorcerer who makes a pact with the "devil" and thence is able to leave there body to feed as a vampire.  In Voudon the Loogaroo is linked to the Loa Legba in his Kalfu aspect and in Santeria to Eshu both of whom are symbolized by the image of the devil. Some claim the Loogaroo is a name for a type of werewolf due to the wolfish aspect of the Zulo of this type of Strega but Strigoi have often taken such shapes as it is the "witch" shape of its locality."

"Now you gave us lots of food for thought" Nick said as he stopped the car as they had arrived at the morgue.

"Don't mention food. I am seriously hungry."

"You had that double burger before we left the hotel this morning" Nick remarked.

"I should have had two" Elena twitched with her lips, regretting not ordering another one to take.

Agent Stavros now came up to them thinking that he had never met a quirky type like Elena and Nick.

"Here we go" he said and kind of waved the hand to follow him.

Inside, Elena took over with examining the body of Davina Claire. Outside the room Dean answered some additional questions about the witch.

"This is New Orleans. Nearly one in five crimes have a shadow of witchcraft, voodoo attached to it" Dean said

"Yes, but she worked in a magic shop," Nick said,"which I suppose was just a shop selling trinkets and oinments and stupid potions"

"You think we don't take this stuff seriously? The girl's heart was torn out. Dark magic is powerful stuff- I know it" Dean said.

"You do?"

"Unfortunatelly. Anyway, our CSI team is really good. Why is she examining the body herself" Dean replied.

"Because she sees stuff noone does" Nick said.

"I heard so much about her, but I have never imagined her being so - " Dean paused as words escaped him.

"Different?" Nick tilted his head in interest.

"Yeah, different! Creepy Elena" 

Dean’s phone rang and he excused himself for a moment.

Elena got out and said that they could go. She had all the info she needed.

"I have to go. I will see you tomorrow. And the place to smash yourself with sweet stuff Royale St. Mention my name and you will get the best beignets"-

"Right. See you tomorrow. Thanks." Elena said.

Dean hurried away and the two agents did the same.

On the way to the cafe Kol had suggested, Elena shared her findings with him.

"So, this is another vampire?" Nick asked.

"No, this was not a vampre bite. Werewolf."

"So, the Loogaroo?" Nick concluded.

"No. I don't know. It can't be. The other victims didn't have their hearts torn out"- Elena said looking out of the window.

"Are you all right?" Nick said worryingly.

"Yes, why?"

"This is the second time you have that absent-minded look swaying into whatever you see out there." Nick explained.

"I am fine. Just - loads of thoughts. Way too many and that is why I need sugar."

"There- Royale St" Nick said and soon parked up near the cafe.

"You know NOLA pretty well, ha?" Elena said as they got out of the car.

"Of course, you know I lived here as a teenager, till we moved to D.C. And Camille is from NOLA!”

"True. Slipped my mind about her." Elena said.

They entered the cafe and it was all about the beignets, the sweet potatoe pie. Even Nick had some and they talked about New Orleans, as they both were very fond of the place as it turned out.

"It was like an escape for my aunt Jenna and me. New York is amazing, but New Orleans was like entering another time and space" Elena said.

And there was this flicker in her eyes that opened a window into her soul.

"I see where you get your toughness from. Jenna doesn't take any hostages.” Nick said.

"She is great" Elena said and the tine of voice indicated that she didn't want to go further into discussing family.

Flashback

"You promise me that you will have Elena's back!" Jenna said to Nick that first night in the hospital as she found him standing on his own outside the hospital building.

"You have my world" Nick said.

"I want it in blood. Ok. Sorry. I get carried away. She is the only family I got left. And- she will be eatching yours, even more so, as she lost her partner"

"Now you are slipping away" Elena caught Nick lost in his thoughts.

"It's the weather here"

"What hotel have we got?" Elena asked.

"The Old 77"

"View on the Mississipi. Great. Luke really knows what to pick"

"I thought you didn't care about these things" Nick teased, curling a cute smile at her.

"I can sleep anywhere, but in a place like this a moment of something amazing, like the Mississipi." Elena said taking a bite of her sweet potatoe pie.

They stayed a little while longer and then went to the hotel.

New Orleans was a place that never sleeps, same as one other great city. And the night life was just about to start, and unlike Elena, Elijah would go out for drinks with his friends, although it was only Camille, Gia and Vincent.

And so he knocked at her door.

Elena opened it with a question mark in her eyes-"Something happened?"

"No. I was going out for a drink- wanna come?"

"Drink? Ahm, I was going to - go talk to Davina's cousin."

"Don't we have that scheduled for tomorrow after we scour the Magic Shop!?"

"We do." Elena stood there as if she was caught red-handed. Then she turned around and took her phone and hotel card. "One drink"

Nick then stopped for a second. By the expression of his face, she could tell that he was not happy. "You've just lied to my face. You were going to the Bayou on your own, weren't you? Weren't you??" 

Elena stood in the hallway as condemned. It was true. And whatever she now said would not matter.

"I don't know what the fucking deal is with you but I am not a side thing- an assistant doing research-"

"No, you're not. But I can't risk you going with me"

"What are you talking about? You can't risk what exactly?"

"I can't risk you getting killed" Elena then said.

"Who got shot a while ago?!! It was you if I remember correctly." Nick looked at her puzzled.

"I can't let the same thing happen to you like it happened to Jackson."

"Why do you think anything will happen to me?" Nick looked at her wide-eyed.

"When I was shot that night- if you were with me they would have shot you too."

"Who is they, Elena?” Nick wanted answers.

She was in a check-mate position. She turned around and went to her room. Nick followed her in.

"It's about time you start speaking."

Elena sighed a little and then looked at him seriously, "The vampire that killed Lexi Branson."

"Yes-"

"I killed it,” Elena said,"I went to the woods and - I killed it."

"What? Are you saying - you killed IT?!"

Elena was silent for a second and exclaimed agitated "I killed IT!"

Nic's head was spinning and he didn't know whether he had just entered a bad dream.                 

"I killed IT. That is what I do" Elena said again.

Elijah turned around and left the room.

"Amaro!" Elena shouted following him out.

Elena stood still as she got out of the room looking right and then left, "Amaro!” She now ran down the hall, all in frenzy, but there was not a shadow of her partner to be seen.

"No, this can't be happening. Not again" she took her phone and pressed the speedial for Nick’s number. There was no answer. It went straight to voice mail. She left no message, but went into the crowd. Into the night.

Flashback

Years back

Elena and Dale Cooper got out of the car as they got near the woods, a few miles out of Twin Peaks.

"Smell the air"- Cooper said to the young Agent.

Elena did. The pine trees had a very potent smell to them. She knew this was yet another most unusual exercise in the supernatural.

"It is a beautiful day, isn't it?!" he said rethorically.

Elena could not disagree. The sun was shinning, the birds were singing a greeting to the spring. All was very enchanting, except for one thing, a girl wrapped up in plastic bag found in the woods two days previously.

Another car pulled up.  Cooper greeted the Sheriff introducing him to Elena.

"This is a very good man, one of the best," Cooper said shaking the Sheriff's hand,"Harry, this is Agent Gilbert, Bureau's bright new star"

Elena shook the Sheriff's hand as well.

"Here we are again. Everything was peaceful for fifteen years" the Sheriff said.

"But, the case compared to Laura Palmer shows something completely different."

"There is so much more in these woods than evil ghosts,” Cooper said,"we will examine the body after we finish here. I hope the diner still serves good coffee?!"

"It does," the Sheriff confirmed,"you might like the new pie they are serving"

Cooper smiled a little and then they all went into the woods.

Elena came up to the house in the French Quarter she had been at a while ago.

The woman opened it and looked at Elena uttering, "Angel Heart?!"

Elena had no time for pleaseantries and walked right passed the woman. She stormed in the study, where a man in his fifties put a book on a shelf with his back still turned saying, "What can I do for you?"

"What have you done with my partner?" Elena shot sternly trying to steady herself.

The hybrid turned around facing her now,"Why would you assume that I have anything to do with your new partner?"

"Let's not continue with the bullshit. You think that I didn't see your shadows lurking about," Elena continued,"you would do anything to stop the investigation. So, just spill!"

"I have nothing to do with Davina Claire's demise. I honour my agreement with the Bureau. You know this city, shinning from the outside, rotten from the inside" Lucien said putting a little smirk on.

Elena laughed. And she stood there not budging. And the hybrid, part werewolf, part warlock, just glared at her. There was nothing he could do to her and vice versa. But Elena knew he would have information, but she also knew he would be intertwined in a huge web of deals to insure his survival in this city of magic.

"You know that always get to the truth, and I don't keep to the agreement, because I know what you are like' Elena said in a tone that sounded like an ominous promise.

"I know, Angel Heart" Lucien said with a grim face.

"Later" Elena stormed out of the room. She got what she came for. His glare stated that Nick was indeed taken.

"Damn, where are you, Amaro?" she muttered, her mind racing zillion times over trying to figure who would take her partner.

Flashback Twin Peaks , years ago

In the woods

"The evil resides in many forms," Cooper said to Elena,"you know it so very well. I don't have to tell you that. But I will still share with you my wisdom."

Elena couldn't wait to hear what he would come out with.

Cooper took a sip of the coffee from the thermos indulging in it for a second and then said, "Take it by the horns! And face it straight on!"

This was one of so many quirky things she kept in her head as golden rule.

****

And where was Nick?

Deep in the Bayou, in a cabin, away from the world, with a bite wound on his neck half conscious, not understanding what was going on.

He could hear voices as if they were coming from the distance, but two men were standing right next to him.

"Let's kill him now," one man said,"I don't care about what she said."

"Not until the ritual. No one will find him here" the other man said. 

Nick tried to call out, but his head went fuzzy and now he closed his eyes, breathing heavy.

_to be continued