#Lee Jeans advert

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

Sweetheart

-M.S

Synopsis: Y/N takes a trip to the coffee shop, and meets a guy. She continues to see this guy at random places, until she decides to learn more about him.

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol & drug usage

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“You sure you dont wanna.. i dunno.. switch it up a bit?” Your best friend, Lena, asks.

“Is this about my coffee order, or the party I won’t go to?” You asked back.

“C’mon, you never go to parties with me!” She groans, causing you to let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, y’know why?” You ask rhetorically. “One, I don’t drink, two, I don’t smoke, and three, I would prefer to not walk in on people fucking.” You roll your eyes as Lena crosses her arms over the table.

“Guess what? One, you don’t have to drink. Two, you don’t have to smoke. Three, just don’t open doors, or knock. Knocking is a life saver.” Lena shoots back, and you sigh.

“I’ll think about it,” You shrug, knowing you’ll probably say no regardless.

Just as Lena goes to finally make your coffee, you hear the loud roar of an engine. You turn your head to the glass windows of the small empty shop, and your eyes wander to a motorcycle, pulling to a stop in the parking lot. A tall man steps off the bike, wearing black baggy pants and a black leather jacket over either a black tee or a black long sleeve.

Lena and you lock eyes, before both of you look over to the door when the bell rings. The man walks in, and slips his helmet off over his head. His brown hair falls in his face, his bright blue eyes lock onto yours.

You quickly advert your attention back to where Lena was, only to find she wasn’t there anymore. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for your friend, only to find her by the register. Duh.

“Hi! What can I get for you today?” She asks brightly, and the male looked towards her.

“Um..” He hummed, taking a quick glance at the menu. “I’ll just take a black coffee, if thats okay?” You cut out the rest of the conversation, just focusing on the boys looks. If you had to guess, he seemed around your age, 20. He had a sharp jawline and accentuated cheekbones. His bright blue eyes peered into Lena’s, and his hair shortish and brown. He was very attractive, you wouldn’t deny that.

“Hey, Y/N! He’s coming to the party tonight!” Lena yelled to you, and you snapped back into reality.

“Hm?” You hummed, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Remember Chris?” She asks you. You nod. “Chris is the one throwing the party. This is Matt, he’s Chris’ brother! He’s coming to the party tonight,” Lena ‘teases’, her eyebrows raising. You sigh, and shrug.

“Fine, Lena, I’ll go to that goddamn party.” You groan, and Lena smiles brightly at you.

Matt flashes you a small smile aswell, raising his coffee to you in a ‘cheers’ motion.

“See ya there.” He nods, before exiting the store.

“Oh my god, he totally wants you!” Lena yells, finally handing you your coffee.

“Lee, he said three words to me.” You rolled your eyes, giving her a ‘shut up’ look.

“Okay, so? He wants you! Dress your best for the party tonight!”

“Lena! It’s not a ball!” You groan annoyed.

“Okay, Okay! Sorry, just.. go start getting ready. I know it takes you forever to get ready.” She gently shoved you over the counter, and you grabbed your drink and made your way to the door.

“You’re giving me a ride there and home!” You demand, and she nods.

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳Hours later

You had finished getting ready. You had decided to wear low rise jeans, and a black sleeveless crop top. You fixed up the last bit of your makeup, before hearing your phone ding.

You lifted it, and saw the notification was from Lena texting you.

Lee🤍

‘im here’

me

‘okay, im coming’

You tuck your phone and wallet in your pockets, not needing to bring anything else. You head downstairs before leaving your house, and making your way to Lena’s car. You hop in the passenger seat, and Lena squeals.

“You look so hot!” Lena gasped, grabbing your hand. You giggle, before giving her the same compliment. You look out the window of the car, and before you know it, you’re parked on the side of the street. “We might have to walk a ways, theres no where else to park.” Lena smiles, before getting out of her car. You follow quickly behind, and you began walking down the road together.

You neared the house, there were a few people outside, but not many. You walked up the sidewalk and to the door. Lena opened the door, before pulling you into the house behind her.

Your ears were quickly flooded out with music, people holding cheap red solo cups and smoke clouded your vision. Lena pulled you further into the house, before your hand slipped from hers and she was gone. Fuck.

You couldn’t just leave, Lena was your ride, so why not try to stick around for a while? Or at least try to. You pushed yourself through the crowd of people, trying to find a place to sit. There was none.

You decided to make your way upstairs after squeezing through the crowds of people for about twenty minutes. You passed only about three people as you made your way up the steep steps, hoping that there would be much less people upstairs.

You were right, there were fewer people, but there was only rooms up here. You took what Lena said earlier into consideration, knock before you walk into a room. You walked to the farthest room, and knocked softly on the door.

“Come in?” You hear a slightly familiar voice call through the door. You did, and you were met with the boy you saw earlier on his bed.

“Um.. sorry, I can leave if you don’t want me here.. It just got a bit too crowded for me down there so I came up here.” You apologized, but Matt shook his head.

“No, you’re okay. I don’t mind. I was getting kind of lonely anyways.” Matt smiled while sitting up. He patted the bed next to him, inviting you to come sit down. You slowly made your way to the bed next to him, careful to give him enough room. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, you barely even knew eachother.

You felt anxious, but not just because you were sitting next to a really attractive man in his bed, but because this was the first party you’ve been to in a long while.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Matt asked, causing you to abruptly turn your head towards his, making him chuckle.

“Umm.. yeah?” You asked awkwardly. Sweetheart?

“You just seem worried.” He replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm, just not.. used to parties.” You replied, a bit shocked by his actions. Actually, not ‘a bit’ shocked, you were extremely shocked.

“‘Kay. How come I haven’t seen you around before?” He asks. You shrug.

“Dunno.. I guess I don’t go out much? I’m not like Lena.”

“Lena? Is that your friend? The one at the coffee shop?” You nod.

“Black coffee was an interesting choice, by the way.” You giggle, giving the boy a disgusted look.

“It wasn’t for me.” He shrugged.

“Oh, who was it for, if you don’t mind me asking? Girlfriend?” You asked, figuring it was his girlfriend.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend. It was for my other brother, Nick. We’re triplets.” He chuckled, and the thought of him not having a girlfriend brought you joy, oddly enough.

“Ah.” You replied dully.

“Are you cold? You have goosebumps.” Matt states, and you realize you do have goosebumps. You didn’t even realize.

“Yeah.. Only a little bit though, I’ll be fine.” You reassured him, and he slowly unwrapped his hand from around your body, and stood up. You thought you did something wrong, before he opened his closet.

He pulled out a pastel blue hoodie, something you wouldn’t have pictured him wearing, and he walked back over and handed it to you.

“Here. This should keep you warm.” He smiled, before backing towards the door. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” He winked at you, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

You took this opportunity to sit up, and slip the hoodie over your head. It was soft, and it had a faint scent of his smell. Something you could get used to.

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Lee Cooper jeans: don't be a dummy

Lee Cooper jeans: don’t be a dummy

THE 70s and 80s was a time when it was common to see television adverts for jeans on television. Think of a brand of jeans… Levi’s will come to the forefront of many peoples minds, but, as a bit of a memory jog, do you remember Wrangler, Lee, and Brutus? We know that Levi’s heart is still pounding away and shows no sign of going to the denim cemetery any time soon; Wrangler and Lee seem to be…

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Fluff + Hongjoong + “pretty prince”

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➵ Pairing : Hongjoong X Gn!Reader

➵ Genre : Fluff

➵ W.C : 479

➵ Warnings : N/A

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

He was ethereal.

That was the first thought that crossed your mind when Hongjoong strolled into your salon, hair messy yet still suiting him. He wasn’t the tallest but his proportions suited him. A few piercings glimmered in the light, and his skin did the same. You were awestruck, and it was clearly evident on your face. He chuckled nervously, pushing a few strands out of his eyes.

“Ah.. This is Utopia right? I have an appointment with- Hold on a sec, lemme see..”

He took his phone out of his jeans, quickly scrolling through to find his booking. You however took the chance to stare at him, noticing the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. His plump, red, kissable lips…

“Y/N?”

You looked up with a start, confused and slightly scared that he knew your name.

“Huh?”

He chuckled, holding up his phone to show his booking confirmation.

“Who I’m booked with. I’m… guessing that’s you then?”

You let out a little ‘ah’ before nodding, face heating as you quickly gestured for him to follow you. He followed suit and was soon settled in his chair, clicking his neck before speaking.

“Do you like Disney?”

You let out a little snort, the random question bringing a smile to your face.

“I guess.. I mean, some of their hairstyles are pretty boring but the actual movies are alright.”

The male smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at you, his expression playful. You scoffed lightly and began to ruffle his hair, checking his roots and lengths. To him however, it just looked like you were playing with his locks. He didn’t mind, in all honesty.

“Well.. I was thinking of a Disney hairstyle that wasn’t so… conventional persay.”

Your head tilted to the side, trying to remember any of the Disney princes that didn’t have boring hairstyles. When you came up with nothing, you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, stopping your hand. It seemed to disappoint him, he liked you mindlessly playing with his hair.

“Who?”

Hongjoong gave you a wicked smirk before going on his phone once again, holding up a picture proudly.

“Cruella fucking de Vil. Sick, right?”

Your expression brightened immensely, nodding your head with enthusiasm. Finally, a dye job that wouldn’t be fucking boring. Plus, he seemed like someone who could pull of such a statement of a hairstyle. This was gonna be fun.

“A risk-taker I see.”

He winked at you through the mirror, not missing the way you quickly adverted your gaze. Cute.

“Damn straight.”

You slipped the best professional expression on you could with his teasing, your cheeks probably still burning. The alluring prospect of such a fun dye job soon got to you however, your voice animated as you spoke.

“Well Mr Dare-de Vil, let’s get you looking like the sickest fucking Disney prince to ever exist; Villain version.”

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You’re into that too!?

Ship: Hwanwoong x Keonhee !

Rating: M (smut)

Contents: smut. belly kink !! stuffing, belly noises, gas.

[ hi! this is my first post! im sorry if it’s not too good, but hopefully i’ll get better... enjoy!]

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Dear lord.. Coming over for a pizza dinner night was a BAD idea... Hwanwoong thought, relaxing back into the sofa, bringing a fist to his mouth to stifle out a quiet burp. He and Keonhee haven’t hung out together in awhile, and when pizza was mentioned Hwanwoong just couldn’t refuse the offer. The boys have spent the last 2 hours, scarfing down two large pizzas and shared liter of coke. Keonhee has always been a big eater, but not Hwanwoong, so it wasn’t surprising to see the look of discomfort twisted on his face as he placed a hand over his taught belly, using his fingers to prod an massaging the quietly bubbling mass. Keonhee seemed totally unfazed by the bloat in his belly, even acted as if he could take another few more slices. Standing 5’11, tall, thin and lanky, it wasn’t hard to notice the dome under his tight shirt as he made his way back into the living room to meet his best friend. No body knew this, but Hwanwoong had a huge thing for bellies, especially stuffed ones. The sight of his own bloated stomach was enough to cause the tips of his ears to heat up, but the moment he laid eyes on the scrawny boy, his midsection swollen to the max, hwanwoong felt his whole face turn red. “Mmh, that was great.” Keonhee spoke, flopping down onto the couch to sit with Hwanwoong, the mixture of undigested pizza and bubbly soda audibly sloshing against his stomach wall, causing him to groan and let out a deep, rumbling belch. “Fuck. That felt good.. Y’a finished, too, woong?” The lanky boy asked, turning his head to look over at the much smaller boy besides him. In pure bliss at the burp he just heard, hwanwoong didn’t respond, instead his eyes fixated on Keonhees belly that was now slightly exposed just above his bellybutton. The burp stirred everything up in his gut, the sounds of soft rumbles now emitting from the swollen mound, which only made Hwanwoong blush ever deeper.

Keonhee raised an eyebrow, shifting his attention to his stomach, wondering if the other boy was grossed out by the sight. “Oh-.. Sorry.. I’m such a slob—“ He chuckled, pulling his tee down to cover his stomach. “NO!” Hwanwoong blurted out, freezing as he realize how weird he just sounded. “Y-youre fine- Not a slob at all! It was just cute, that’s all!” Keonhee blinked at the boys words, nodding his head a little. “Oh- Thank god. I was worried i was grossing you out— Would it be okay if i unbuttoned my jeans? It digging into my stomach.” Keonhee asked, not wanting to put any wrong ideas into Hwanwoongs head. The smaller boy nodded his head frantically, watching as Keonhee popped the button to his jeans and released the swollen belly. A deep rumble of relief shook through his belly, his hand rubbing over the gurgly tummy. “Oh, yeah.. so much better.” Hwanwoong sat besides his best friend, the arousal becoming more and more noticeable with his cock stiffening in his shorts. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, adverting his gaze from Keonhee’s stomach, trying to act normal. Little did Hwanwoong know that Keonhee’s eyes were glued to him, watching every little movement and dart of Hwanwoong’s eyes. He was turned on.. by his stomach? Interesting. It looks like they had something else in common. Yes. Keonhee, too, had a thing for bellies, and he was shocked to see Hwanwoong did too. How does he approach this without freaking him out? Just then, something shifted in Hwanwoong’s stomach, his eyes shifting to the quietly rumbling mass, placing a hand to his underbelly to cradle the seemingly agitated tummy. His stomach let out a sickly gurgle, causing the smaller to groan out and arch his back against the cushions. “Ah!—.. Belly ache..” He cried out, pressing his palm into his stomach, feeling the contents shift roll against his touch.

Now was Keonhee’s chance... ”Oh gosh.. Cmere, let me rub your tummy.” He open his arms and before he could even finish extending them, Hwanwoong was sat on his lap, caressing his round, bloated midsection. Keonhee was quick to press his hands to the dome, earning a moan from the smaller boy. He could feel all the food and soda churning against his palms, the churning soon becoming very audible. A soft whimper fell from Hwanwoong’s lips, looking down at his midsection to see Keonhee’s fingers pushing and massaging deep into the swollen, gurgly mass, each new press creating a chain of deep rumbles in his stomach, the contents shifting under Keonhee’s touch. “Oooh... settle, please...” Hwanwoong muttered to his belly, placing his hand to the side of it, giving it a gentle pat. “Please do.. No one likes an achy belly..” Almost as if the orb had a mind of its own, it let out a deep, burbling rumble, one that could be felt in his upper stomach, all the way down to his bellybutton. Just like that, the ache in Hwanwoong’s belly eased, his lips heaving a relieved sigh, a faint smile on his lips as he now rubbed his hands over his rumbling tummy. Suddenly, the smaller boys eyes widened, shifting a little in Keonhee’s lap. Was.. was that his cock he could feel..? Was Keonhee... turned on..? His attention turned back to the boy under him, seeing that he was still rubbing at Hwanwoong’s belly, totally entranced by it. Hwanwoong’s own cock twitched in his shorts, reminding him how much he enjoyed these kinds of things.. And now he had someone who.. might enjoy them too? With a bite to his lip, an idea came to mind, praying that his suspicions were correct. “Man.. You really stuffed me good, huh? My whole belly feels so tight.” Hwanwoong hummed, turning his attention toward the other belly in the room. Keonhee blinked, ears turning red at the others words, looking up at the boy in his lap. “i-.. i guess so...” The taller boy swallowed hard, watching as Hwanwoong pulled his hands away to cup the sides of Keonhee’s stuffed belly, hearing it growl at him. “Ooh, i hear you. no need for that.” Hwanwoong argued with the bloated tummy, giving it a gentle smack. “Oh-mmf!” Keonhee brought a hand to his mouth, his stomach letting out a loud grumble, bloating outwards a little more, a soft burp puffing out his cheeks. He placed his hand over the even more swollen stomach, feeling it churn beneath his hand. Hwanwoong watched the event unfold, hands still cradling Keonhee’s ballooning belly with a deep red blush on his cheeks, both of the boys now noticeably hard. “So... Youre into this, too?” Muttered Keonhee.

Over the next few minutes, the boys took in what just happened.. The sounds of their bellies rumbling being the only things that could be heard. A soft whine from Keonhee’s belly broke the silence between them as Hwanwoong cooed and leaned forward, leaning against the other with their bellies pressed into each other. Simultaneously, they both let out a soft burp from the pressure against their stomachs, causing them both to chuckle. “Suddenly, you’re a whole lot sexier, Mr Lee.” Hwanwoong whispered, watching as Keonhee rolled his eyes. “Mm, unfortunately for you.. your still a whole lot shorter.” Keonhee teased back, laughing softly with Hwanwoong before their eyes met. Soon, both of their bellies were gurgling with messy digestion, and in that time, they were both now aware of each other’s strange fetish. They spent this time flirting and kissing, letting their bellies do must of the talking for them. The ache in Hwanwoong’s belly soon eased with little burps Keonhee managed to massage out of him, his stomach becoming quieter once more. “Oh~.. Good boy.” Keonhee muttered, praising the belly for calming down. Hwanwoong giggled as his stomach let out a soft groan in response, leaning down to wrap his arms around the others neck, their bellies now pressed together. “Mm, you’re still digesting.. I can feel it against my stomach.” Hwanwoong hummed, pressing his lips to tallers, Keonhee chuckled and pushing up into Hwanwoong a little more, their bellies crying out between them. Their hips began to rut and roll against one another, each movement making their stomachs churn against one another’s. “Such a round little belly you’ve got, baby. it’s so fucking full.” Keonhee whispered, whining when he felt the others stomach pull back. Hwanwoong sat up in Keonhees lap, resting a hand over his soft burbling belly, hips grinding down against the other. “Oof.. I can feel everything moving through me. Fuck, i feel pregnant.” He giggled, taking the end of his shirt and slowly raising it up, exposing his round little pot belly full of pizza. Keonhee groaned at the sight, bucking his hips up needily. “You hear that? My belly is thanking you for the meal~” Hwanwoong commented, the burbles and rumbles in his get getting louder once more. Teasingly, the smaller boy began to bounce on Keonhees clothed cock, moaning and holding onto his belly as it sloshed and gurgled with each movement. Keonhee was just about to flip them over when he felt the movements and rumbling of the others belly stop. He looked up at hwanwoong, seeing him caressing the swollen orb, a worried look on his face. “Ooh, gosh.. i think i upset— mmf...” He was cut off by a deep gurgle from deep within his stomach, the gurgle shaking his belly as it rumbled up through his throat, releasing with a bone rattling belch that could be heard from the streets outside.

It was silent for a moment, nothing but the sounds of their bellies gurgling together. Keonhee blinked, watching as Hwanwoong cradled his belly again, letting out a soft giggle. “Whoops... Where were we again?”Before you knew it, the two boys pressed their lips together in a soft kiss, which turned hungrier and more passionate by the second. Soon, rumbles and sloppy kisses filled the room, Keonhee’s hands finding their way to Hwanwoong’s ass. The smaller boy pulled back with a moan, pressing down against the cock that prodded against his ass. “So hard... already?” He smirked, nipping at Keonhee’s bottom lip. “Mm, you say that like you’re not throbbing up against our stomachs.” Keonhee whispered, Hwanwoong’s eyes widening against and pulling back a little and glancing down between them, seeing that his cock has pushed passed the hem of his bottoms, his tip exposed and pressed between the rumbling orbs. “Fu-.. fuck im so so—“ “SH!” Hwanwoong was cut off by a shush, Keonhee’s hands pushing down hwanwoong’s bottoms, freeing his cock and soft, plump ass. “It’s sexy~ Just like you and your belly..” Hwanwoong was quick to shift himself out of his bottoms, and tug Keonhee’s down as well, watching his massive cock slap up against his round belly, covered in his own pre-cum. “God i want you so fucking bad..” Hwanwoong climbed back onto Keonhee’s lap, laying back down against him, this time being a lot rougher as he pressed their bellies together, causing them both to gurgle and churn harshly. “Oof.. mm.. i think my belly is getting gassy..” Keonhee groaned, letting out a series deep belches, All while his belly gurgled and sloshed with digestion. Hwanwoongs belly, on the other hand, churned hard, the food sitting in his belly like a rock, not wanting to digest much anymore. His stomach groaned and cried with indigestion, making his whole belly upset again. The vibrations of the two bellies grumbling together surrounded Hwanwoong’s cock, feeling the food in their stomach shift and slush against his cock, and at this point, he didn’t care if his belly got upset. “K-Keonhee.. I need you.. I.. I need you..” Before Keonhee could react, Hwanwoong was pushing himself down onto his cock, bulging out his belly even more as everything shifted inside of him. The two boys moaned and whined, the heat around keonhee’s cock was almost too much for him to bare. He was already so close. Hwanwoong sat up straight and cradles his belly again, bouncing himself mercilessly on Keonhee’s cock, his belly sloshing with each bounce. A burp fell from Hwanwoong’s lips, taking the others hands and placing them to his swollen gut. “You feel all that? can you feel all that moving around in there, baby?” Keonhee groaned at the others words, nodding his head as the contents in hwanwoong’s belly sloshed up against his stomach walls roughly. He gave a solid smack to the sloshy tummy, causing Hwanwoong to moan and place his hand over it, letting a deep, sour burp rumble out his throat. Keonhee watched as the belly shook with the burp, unable to hold his excitement any longer. He gripped onto the swollen orb and forcefully nicked his hips up deep into Hwanwoong, releasing his thick seed deep side of him, stomach groaning with each pump of cum. “K-KEONHEE!” Hwanwoong yelped, feeling his stomach bloat out more with Keonhee’s seed. With a whine, Hwanwoong reached his high, shooting his cum all over Keonhee’s gurgly belly.

The two rested there, bellies full, balls empty and heart’s content. And that’s how they stayed for the rest of the night. By morning, they laid snuggled up on the sofa, the sound of a hungry Keonhee tummy waking them both up. Yawning, Keonhee turned into his back, Hwanwoong snuggling his side as he stretched out. Hwanwoong giggled at the hungry gurgles the others belly let out, reaching over and lifting up the tallers shirt. The bloat was almost gone, and what bloat he did have laid in his lower belly, ready for the next stage. Hwanwoong rubbed his hand over the swell of Keonhee’s lower belly, smiling as he thought about the night they had. Another rumble from his belly made Keonhee finally sit up and slip his boxers on, standing up and ruffling Hwanwoong’s hair. “I’m gonna start breakfast... I’m thinking big..” Keonhee smirked. Hwanwoong rolled into his back and propped himself up, hearing his stomach let out a sickly groan. Keonhee’s face fell as both of the boys watched Hwanwoong lift up his shirt and reveal and much more bloated belly than last night, another deep, sickly rumble shaking the belly. Hwanwoong looked up at Keonhee with worry, placing a hand over it and feeling it churn the still undigested meal from last night. “i-... i think i’m going to be sick..”

To be continued <3

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Deconstruction Of Magazines

In today’s lesson, we looked at two different types of magazines which were ‘Vogue’ and ‘Vice’ which are completely different to each other in many ways which make both magazines unique in their own way however if I was to choose to look at one of these magazines it would be ‘Vice’ as it is more visually appealing to me as it doesn’t repeat the same portrait poses throughout the magazine like ‘Vogue’ does.

Vogue - Is a fashion based magazine that focuses on celebrities that are featured within the magazine for example Zayn Malik was featured in a vogue magazine also Vogue uses more editorial photography than what vice uses.

Vice -  Is a more realistic perspective of things which focuses on real life news without having any attempt of sharing fake news to their audience, the news within this magazine is not mainstream news which doesn’t influence a large group of people. Vice is also a more explicit magazine which shares a lot of adult content to interest their audience as they don’t want them to be bored while reading the magazine.

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Vice:

What type of advertisements are in the magazine?

Vice has multiple advertisements throughout the magazine which advertises multiple clothes and many brands such as ‘Puma’ and ‘Vans’ which are well known brands to many people. Vice produces the advertisements by using portraiture photography, on-location photography and product shot photography to capture these advertisements. These adverts are aimed at different subcultures such as skateboard subculture and alternative subcultures as well as the younger generation which makes Vice a good magazine as it is aimed at a teenage ranged audience.

What do the photographs look like in the adverts - where do you think they were produced?

The photographers take the product shots in a studio which makes the adverts for products look better than them not being produced in the studio, whereas the portraits and the on-location photos will be taken outside and in the studio with low budgeted studio equipment which makes the photographs look bad in some situations however within this magazine the photos look really good.

What do the photographs look like in the articles – where do you think they were produced?

The photographs within the articles can look really bad due to the low quality this is due to the photographs being composed badly with bad lighting however the photographs can be the complete opposite and be better quality than other photographs, The portraits are candid as they are setup and documented for the magazine.

How are the articles written?

The articles are written informally as the audience will understand the slang that is being used in the magazine, Vice writes their articles like this because they want to make the magazine realistic and relatable. Vice also swears within the articles which makes each article have a controversial language and writing style within each article that is being written while trying to relate to the audience.

What are the articles about?

The articles have a range of subjects that they talk about such as sex, drugs and alcohol, they don’t ever talk about mainstream news as they focus on little subjects to keep the audience interested without making them bored to skip to the next following pages. The magazine tries to be as entertaining as possible by talking about things people will be interested in to keep them reading the articles and keep getting the magazines.

Who is the target audience?

The target audience is a younger audience such as teens as they are interested in alternative news, fashion and many subcultures which makes Vice a successful magazine as it keeps the younger generation intrigued in the magazine.

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Vogue: 

What type of advertisements are in the magazine?

Vogue has many advertisements which advertise different clothes, handbags, perfumes and much more. They advertise brands such as chanel and dior to encourage the audience to buy these products which is a good way to advertise them as most people read magazines.

What do the photographs look like in the adverts - where do you think they were produced?

The photographs have the same effect with the same models and the same compositional aspects, the models in each photograph wears heavy make up and poses the models can also be celebrities that are featured within the magazine. Each photograph was taking in a studio no matter what the subject is, both portaits and product shots were taken in the studio to look highly professional to interest the audience.

What do the photographs look like in the articles – where do you think they were produced?

The photographs in each article look high quality due to the photographs being produced professionally, the models are posing the same way in each photograph and each photograph that is produced is editorial as the photographer would edit the photos to look flawless within the magazine. Each photo would either have a well known model wearing a lot of makeup or celebrities which would be in a spacious studio with high standard equipment to make the photos look high quality.

How are the articles written?

The articles are written formally due to the audience being older, as well as the articles being formal they have a proper use of grammar and sentence structures throughout the article. The articles can be about personal expieriences and have reviews about certain subjects, the magazine will also have guides to help people with what to do on things for example there could be a guide on how to do a specific make up look which will interest the reader as they will follow the guide as it is helpful.

What are the articles about?

The articles are mainly about fashion and giving reviews on different products that are used within the magazine to persuade people to buy those products, as well as the magazine having fashion articles it also has reviews on places to go for people who are interested in going to new bars/restaurants which is very helpful for the audience if they want to try something new.

 Who is the target audience?

The target audience is aimed at young weathly women who are very interested in high end expensive fashion, this magazine is perfect for people interested in fashion however it isn’t everyone’s type of magazine which I personally think should be improved to have different things other than fashion.

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Vogue/Vice task:

The models outfit was fashionable as they were wearing a Adidas hoodie which is from a well known brand that most people buy from as the clothes look very nice on different people and it shows off their style to make them feel better individually. Osiris shoes the model wore these shoes as we were going out to a field which was a little muddy as he didn’t want to make his other shoes dirty, also these shoes are very comfortable to wear which made the model feel comfortable when climbing these shoes are sold from the very well known brand Osiris which sells a lot of shoes all around the world. Lastly the black jeans that the model is wearing are made by Lee cooper which makes good sturdy jeans for people to wear.

The model is interested in music as he can play multiple instruments such as the drums and piano/keyboard, the model also has an interest in watching anime and playing videogames as it is one way of him entertaining himself when he is board. A few hobbies that the model has is playing instruments and playing video games which he classes as a hobby as it is what he does all the time. The styles of music he is interested in are rock, hardcore style and dubstep which he listens to a lot of the time.

As I didn’t know the task was to photographs strangers I asked the model (my cousin) if he would let me take photographs of him and he agreed and by doing this we went on a family outing to a park/field to take these photographs as there is a lot of space and areas around the field to take photographs in different ways, e.g sitting on a bench, climbing in a tree etc.

I told the model to pose how they would like as I wanted them to be in control as I didn’t want them to feel uncomfortable with me telling them what to do, with me doing this it made them feel at ease and made the shoot a lot easier as they made the shoot about what they like to look like in a photo which makes the photos look like they belong to a Vice magazine.

I used the settings, shutter speed: 1/100, Aperture: f/4.5 and ISO: 100 as I took the photographs outside which in my opinion look a lot better than they would of looked inside as the sun was out making the pictures have natural light within them.

I think the images were successful from this model as the model got to pose how they wanted to while having a neutral facial expression, however to improve these images I would make the model pose like a model in a Vogue magazine as the model is wearing clothes that models in Vogue would wear however is posing like someone in a Vice magazine which made the photograph look like a mixture of both the magazines.

13/2/19

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06. Toccara Jones

Posting magazine spreads as picture for these types of post isn’t something I usually like to do, but I made an exception of Toccara, because I think it means a lot in this particular case.

Toccara entered the show to become the very first black supermodel in the fashion industry. I’m not sure whether or not ANTM has ever discovered litteral supermodel (sorry Jade), but Toccara made history by becoming the first black plus size model to appear on a spread from Vogue Italia. It probably is one of the most inspirationnal and touching success story related to ANTM, and that’s why I felt the need to post it alongside my ranking of Toccara.

I’ve rarely seen a character as kind as Toccara on ANTM. She never took part in any of the drama, never acted in a rude or disrepectful manner, always filled the model house with positivity and good energy, and was always there to comfort her fellow contestants. I honestly think it is basically impossible to dislike this woman, she had a pure soul. If I had based this ranking on personnality, I would have given her the top spot without a second of hesitation.

As a model, Toccara proved herself to be a strong contender, and despite not being the best, definitely managed to stood out at some point. Her portfolio was a very consistent one, with some of her photos being excellent ones. She eventually made an appearance on my top 10 photos of the cycle with her Lee Jeans advert, which was a gorgeously brilliant photograph, and where her curvy body, completed by a seductive eye contact, was the star of the picture. But she shone as well in her jamaican swimsuit photograph, Niveau beauty shot and left side of the alter egos photoshoot.

In her last couple of weeks, it seemed like her confidence suddenly nosedived. I think it happened because of her realising how difficult and cruel the fashion industry would be towards a model like her (there was for example the incident of styling during the alter egos photoshoot which might be related to this confidence loss). She started to loose her fire in her picture, and was ultimately eliminated in the last photoshoot before Japan. Even if Tyra said she was outvoted, implying that itw as a judges decision, I feel like it could possibly be because of the Japan fashion market not being receptive at all to Toccara’s type of body, completely taking away from her any chances of winning. I wish the industry wasn’t as narrow minded as that, as I would have saved her over Norelle despite having the worst picture of the week.

It pains me to only set Toccara at the 6th spot, but the top 5 were all incredibly strong models, and I probably would have placed her higher in any other cycle of top model, but here I feel like this is the appropriate spot for her amongst the remaining contestants.

[80s-fashion-expert]

Garment Analysis- 80s menswear: Blue Jeans

As casual wear became more common blue jeans became a staple in every young man’s wardrobe. Jeans are an example of ‘Trickle up Theory’ as they were first worn by agricultural workers and ranchers (Kramer 2006) it was only in the 80s when jeans were worn outside of labour work and worn by all. Even royal family members wore jeans in their spare time.

Jeans were popularised in USA and where originally a symbol of American culture due to actors like Clint Eastwood wearing them in the spaghetti western genre. In the 80s there was a reappearance of western wear and people were seen pairing boots, check shirts with jeans to imitate this (Bauer 1992)

The most well-known brands producing jeans at the time where Lee (Kramer 2006), Levi's, Jordache, Sasson, and Calvin Klein. (Bauer 1992) However Levi’s was by far the most popular with their infamous ‘501s’. Singer George Michael was often seen wearing this style. ( Figure 1) In contrast to the boot cut flares of the 70s, the 501s have a straight cut and high waist, making the legs look longer. The waist band includes belt loops and a leather tab with a logo ‘branded’ into it which is comparable to the branding of cows in a ranch, Paying homage to the brands origins.

As mentioned, Calvin Klein was a massive player in the jeans business in the 80s and its suggested that he was the first to bring the concept of ‘Designer Denim’ to the table (Freeman 2007). This is showing the move in denim amongst classes as now it is more appealing and accessible to rich and upper classes. For autumn winter 1985 we see Klein release a very similar pair of jeans to the Levi’s 501s however from Sacha Mitchel’s Vouge spread wearing them they appear to be more of a tapered cut and longer so must be turned up at the edges. This gives a more youthful feel compared to the 501s. (Figure 2)

Women did start wearing jeans more in the 80s but at this point they were still very much associated with menswear. Jeans were considered sexy and provocative. “The way in which sexuality is encoded in Jeans is multiply occupied as well; that Jeans revealed the contours of the male member” (Kramer 2006). Levi’s, Calvin Klein, and Lee played on the sexual appeal of jeans and made use of it in their advertisement. For instance, in the 1985 Levi’s released a television advertisement staring sex symbol Nick Kamen stripping down in a laundrette revealing his muscular body whilst women swoon over him. (Levi’s 1985) This is tapping into men’s desire to be attractive therefore making the jeans more appealing.

References:

· Beaur, J. 1992.  A study of the factors effecting fashion in the 80s. Honours Thesis. Ball State University Muncie, Indiana.

· Freeman, H. 2007. Story of the Blues. The Guardian. [Online] Mon 4 Jun 2007. [Accessed 20th Nov 2021]. Availible from: https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2007/jun/04/fashion.retail

· Kramer, K. R. 2006. Jeans. Historical Materialism 14, 4, 289-294

· Levi’s 501. 1985. Nick Kamen in laundrette (51 seconds) [Advert] For major American Tv Channels.

· Tschanchler, H. 2003. The EmBodyment of American Culture. Vol 1. Münster: LIT Verlag Münster.

Image reference list:

Figure 1 - Putland, M. 1989. George Michael. [Online]. [ accessed 15th November 2021]. Available from: https://michaelputland.com/michael-george-1989-10/

Figure 2 - Weber, B. 1985. Sacha Mitchell by Bruce weber for the Calvin Klein Jeans Autumn / Winter campaign. [Online] [accessed 16th Nov 2021] Available from: https://www.vogue.fr/vogue-hommes/fashion/diaporama/fashion-flashback-calvin-klein-campaigns-of-the-1980s-and-1990s/25690

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4thWorldRadyo // Notes From an Aggravated Angryindian: Why I’m Staying in the Fight

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Natural

Summary: The boy with the thick eyebrows keeps laughing at you // O menino com sobrancelhas grossas continua rindo de você

Member: Mark  

Written by Adm Zar ; Trans by Admins Zar / Rabbit

You could remember that night as if you watched on tv a million times. You can remember the rush of the first night of summer. The wind blowing your hair into your face as you and your friends drove with the all the windows down, going at least 20 miles over the speed limit.  The sun was just starting to set and the music was so loud the whole continent of Africa was probably shaking.

A new karaoke place opened just the next town over, and on impulse you all agreed to go. You'll go to watch your friends have fun and enjoy the moment with them. You weren't all about singing in public places. Although, you definitely knew you could sing, your mother taught you since she was a singer herself. She even created her own A Capella group. But you weren't as willing to sing in front of strangers as she was. You got your shy tendencies from your father.  

As you pulled up to the building that had the words 'Golden Notes' written in cursive, neon lighting, you noticed the car full of boys you friend had parked next to. Accidentally, you made eye contact with one with brightly colored, blue hair and immediately adverted your attention to the girl at the steering wheel talking to you, "When we get in here, you're singing a song with us. This is our last summer together before we all go off to uni. So please, we have to make memories."  

"We'll see." You pursed your lips together to seem as if you were thinking about it, but knew you weren't going to. As the other girls exited the car, you sighed and followed suit.  

The place was decorated to look like a joint from the 80's; brightly colored lights, triangle patterns and lots of leg warmers. You eye got a hold of the schedule and realized it was 80's night and that the theme changes every Friday. The place was packed and smelled like a mix of sweat, food and there was a light cigarette smell lingering in the air. Noticing that your friends went ahead of you, you found them already requesting a song to sing. But when the realized you caught up and one of them spoke out and said, "Why don't we have Y/N pick the song, huh?"

You lightly smiled and walked towards the list of 80s songs. The list was filled with songs from "Livin on a Prayer" to "Never Gonna Give You Up". As you were about to pick the song you noticed a boy with red colored hair and tanned skin walk up onto the stage along with his slightly taller friend with thick eyebrows. The instrumentals to "Billie Jean" by Micheal Jackson started to play through the speakers. The shorter boy seemed... hyper. He wore a wide smile as he did goofy dances to the beat. The one with the eyebrows laughed along with his friend. His laugh was contagious, it was cute. It seemed genuine. His mouth open wide, as he doubled over with laughter. Remembering you had to pick a song, you told the man working the song you would like to sing and he handed you all microphones, saying that you would be next.  

"What song did you pick?" One of the 3 other girls asked. She wore clear glasses, chin length, black curly hair and red beret. She had on her signature maroon cardigan, a black body suit and mom jeans. Her name was, Yvette.

"It's a surprise!" You smiled. Hopefully the other three girls voice would drown out yours.

As the boys exited the stage, the four of you entered. You accidentally bumped into the boy with the thick eyebrows and quietly said a quick "sorry" and continued walking up the stair to the stage, faster. As you walked up to the stage, the upbeat claps to the familiar song you we're going to sing filled the low murmuring of people talking. As the beat to "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" by Whitney Huston blasted the three of your friends danced along to the song. You stood in the back and shifted from side to side, intimidated by the crowd.  

You could see the boy with the thick eyebrows watching you at the front, by the stage. He seemed amused by what you were doing. The two of you locked eyes and he waved to you. Shyly you waved back.  

You didn't notice the other 3 girls we're singing until Yvette said, "Take it away, Y/N!"  

Your eyes got wide and tried to mentally catch up to where you they were in the song. Everyone's eyes were on you, everyone. It even felt like the pictures of the half-naked women, on the wall were staring at you. You softly began singing, "And when the night falls, loneliness fades..."

"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!" The 3 girls sang.  

You felt the weight of the embarrassment as if it was a thousand bricks. You started laughing at yourself and noticed thick boy, thick eyebrow boy and laughing along with you. The contagious one, the one that suited him.  

After what seemed like 8 years, the song was finally over. You were off that stage quicker than Camilla Cabello could leave Fifth Harmony. As you did so, thick eyebrow boy tapped you on your shoulder. You turned around to find him shyly smiling at you.

"That was quite a performance you did there." he softly laughed.

"Yeah," you cleared your throat and somehow became a little bold, "Maybe if somebody hadn't distracted me..."

"Wow I am ofFENDED! HOW DARE YOU!" He began to fake cry, but you thought it was real.

"Oh no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you!"  

"It's just a joke." He chuckled.

"Oh." You scrunched your face up, looking like a mix between displeased and confused.

"I'm Mark." He held his hand out for you to shake, in a cute manner.

"Well Mark, I'm Y/N!"

"I know we don't know each other well... but I was thinking, maybe, you wanted to get some coffee tomorrow and maybe take a walk or something?"

You were surprised someone was asking you out. Yeah you had your fair share of people you tried to get to know you, but you were too shy and unwilling. But with Mark it felt... natural, "I would love to."  

After the coffee meet up, they two of you became the best of friends, much to Donghyuck's displeasure. Every time you saw him he talked about how much of a "homewrecker" you were and that you probably stole everyone's "man". But once you introduced him to Yvette, he eventually stopped his little antics.

You learned that Mark and his friends were extremely passionate about music. He even let you listen to some of the songs he's produced and had a habit of free styling about whatever you were wearing. You found yourself opening up to him and singing for him. He would always form this little smile and look at you like you were his entire world. He even produced a song for you to sing.  

Slowly but surely you started to fall in love with everything about him. From his physical traits to his little habits. The way he always twirled a pencil in his hand when he was writing lyrics, the way he bit his lip when he was "in the zone" and of course you fell in love with his laugh.

This evening you got a text from Mark saying that he needed to see you. It was June 6th, which marked the 2 year anniversary of which you met him. You told him to meet you at the cafe where you guys first hung out. When you walked into the cozy looking cafe, you found Mark in the usual corner of which you guys would meet. His legs was shaking up and down, he seemed anxious. You took a seat at the light colored, wooden table and put your bag around the chair.

"What did you call me here for? Did something happen." You asked.  

He didn't answer for a while until he abruptly spoke, "I'm going to tell you something, promise me nothing will change if you don't agree with what I say."

You nodded as a reply.  

"When you sing, it's like how velvet feels. It's like how warm caramel cascades softly onto anything it touches. And when you really get emotional when you sing... I love that. Your smile, god I love your smile. And when you're upset, it makes me want to run to the nearest rainbow and collect it for you, even if it's across the sea. What I'm trying to say is, I love you. I love you so much, I'd do anything to make you smile, make sure you're safe. I just so in love with you."  The boy whom you've never seen cry just broke down in front of you. Tears slowing rolling down his cheeks.

You cuffed his face into your hands and wiped his cheeks with your thumbs, "I hate how much I love you, Mark Lee. I hate how much I love your laugh. I hate how much I love your tiny little habits. I hate it because I love you more than I've loved anything I've ever had."

He smiled at you, and as you him. The two of you soaked in each other words in silence until Mark spoke up, "So does that mean we're a thing?

"Are you seriously asking that question?" The lady yelled from behind the counter, causing you both to laugh.

"Yes Mark, this does mean we're a thing." 

                                                   /// 

Você poderia se lembrar daquela noite, como se tivesse assistido na tv um milhão de vezes. Você pode se lembrar da corrida da primeira noite do verão. O vento soprava seu cabelo em seu rosto enquanto você e seus amigos dirigiam com todas as janelas para baixo, passando pelo menos 20 milhas acima do limite de velocidade. O sol estava apenas começando a nascer e a música era tão alta que todo o continente africano provavelmente estava tremendo. 

Um novo local de karaoke abriu na cidade próxima e, por impulso, você concordou em ir. Você vai assistir seus amigos se divertir e aproveitar o momento com eles. Você não era de cantar em lugares públicos. Embora, você definitivamente soubesse que você poderia cantar, sua mãe ensinou você já que ela era uma cantora. Ela mesmo criou seu próprio grupo a capella. Mas você não estava tão disposta a cantar na frente de estranhos como ela fazia. Você tem as tendências tímidas de seu pai. 

Quando você chegou ao prédio que tinha as palavras 'Notas douradas', escrita em letra cursiva e luzes de neon, você notou o carro cheio de garotos ao lado de onde você tinha estacionado. Acidentalmente, você fez contato visual com um de cabelos azuis e de cor brilhante e imediatamente desviou sua atenção para a garota no volante falando com você: "Agora que chegamos aqui, você vai cantar uma música conosco. Este é o nosso último verão juntos antes de todos nós irmos para a faculdade. Então, por favor, temos que fazer lembranças ".

"Veremos." Você franziu os lábios para parecer como se estivesse pensando nisso, mas sabia que não iria. Quando as outras meninas saíram do carro, você suspirou e fez o mesmo.

O lugar foi decorado para se parecer com uma articulação dos anos 80; luzes de cores vivas, padrões triangulares e muitos aquecedores de perna. Você olhou os anúncios e percebeu que era a noite dos anos 80 e que o tema muda todas as sextas-feiras. O lugar estava cheio e cheirava a uma mistura de suor, comida e havia um leve cheiro de cigarro persistente no ar. Percebendo que seus amigos foram adiante sem você, você os encontrou já pedindo uma música para cantar. Mas quando você deu por si um deles falou: "Por que não deixamos a  S/N escolher a música, hein?"  

Você sorriu ligeiramente e caminhou em direção à lista de canções dos anos 80. A lista era repleta com músicas de "Livin on a Prayer" para "Never Gonna Give You Up". Quando você estava prestes a escolher a música, você percebeu que um menino de cabelos coloridos vermelhos e uma pele bronzeada subia ao palco junto com seu amigo um pouco mais alto com as sobrancelhas grossas. O instrumental para "Billie Jean" de Michael Jackson começou a tocar nas caixas de som. O menino mais baixo parecia ... animado. Ele tinha um grande sorriso enquanto ele dançava no ritmo. Aquele com as sobrancelhas grossas riu junto com o amigo. Sua risada era contagiosa, era fofa. Parecia genuíno. Sua boca completamente aberta, enquanto ele se dobrava com gargalhadas. Lembrando que você teve que escolher uma música, você disse ao homem trabalhando nas música que você gostaria de cantar e ele entregou todos os microfones, dizendo que você seria a próxima.

"Que música você escolheu?" Uma das 3 outras meninas perguntou. Ela usava óculos claros, cabelo no comprimento do queixo, encaracolados pretos e boina vermelha. Ela usava seu casaco de assinatura marrom, um terno de corpo preto e jeans de mãe. O nome dela era, Yvette. 

"É uma surpresa!" Você sorriu. Com sorte a voz das outras três garotas apagaria a sua.

Quando os meninos saíram do palco, vocês quatro entraram. Você acidentalmente bateu no garoto com as grossas sobrancelhas e calmamente disse um rápido "desculpe" e continuou subindo a escada até o palco, mais rápido. Ao caminhar até o palco, os aplausos otimistas para a música familiar que vocês iam cantar preencheram o baixo murmúrio das pessoas conversando. À medida que a batida para "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" de Whitney Huston explodiu, as três de suas amigas dançaram junto à música. Você ficou na parte de trás e mudou de um lado para o outro, intimidada pela multidão.

Você pôde ver o menino com as grossas sobrancelhas olhando da frente do palco. Ele parecia estar se divertindo com o que estava fazendo. Vocês trocaram olhares e ele acenou para você. Tímidamente, você acenou de volta.

Você não notou as outras 3 meninas que estavam cantando até que Yvette disse: "Vai, S/N!"

Seus olhos se abriram e tentaram mentalmente entender em que parte da música você estava. Todos os olhos estavam em você, todos. Até sentiu como se as fotos de mulheres semi nuas na parede estivessem olhando para você. Você suavemente começou a cantar, "E quando a noite cai, a solidão desaparece ..."

"Oh, eu quero dançar com alguém! Eu quero sentir o calor com alguém!" As 3 garotas cantavam.

Você sentiu o peso do constrangimento como mil tijolos. Você começou a rir de si mesma e notou o garoto das sobrancelhas rindo junto com você. O riso contagioso, o riso que lhe convinha.

Depois do que pareciam 8 anos, a música finalmente terminou. Você saiu fora do palco mais rápido do que Camilla Cabello poderia deixar Fifth Harmony. Ao fazê-lo, o garoto das sombrancelhas espessas bateu no seu ombro. Você se virou para encontrá-lo timidamente sorrindo para você.

"Grande performance que você fez lá". ele riu suavemente.

"Sim", você limpou a garganta e de alguma forma tornou-se um pouco ousada: "Talvez se alguém não me tivesse distraído ..."

"Uau, eu estou ofendido! COMO OUSA VOCÊ!" Ele começou a fingir chorar, mas você pensou que era real.

"Oh, não, desculpe! Eu não queria ofender você!"

“É apenas uma piada." Ele riu.

"Ah". Você pois o rosto para cima, com uma mistura entre desagrado e confusa.

"Eu sou Mark". Ele estendeu a mão para que você cumprimentasse , de uma maneira fofa.

"Bem Mark, eu sou S/N!"

"Eu sei que não nos conhecemos bem ... mas eu estava pensando, talvez, você quisesse tomar um café amanhã e talvez caminhar ou algo assim?"

Você ficou surpresa com alguém te convidando para sair. Sim, você teve sua uma parte justa de pessoas que tentaram te conhecer, mas você era muito tímida e não estava disposta. Mas com Mark foi ... natural, "eu adoraria".

Depois do encontro no café, vocês dois se tornaram melhores amigos, para o descontentamento de Donghyuck. Toda vez que você o via, ele falava sobre o quanto você era "uma destruidora de lares" e que provavelmente roubou o "homem" de todos. Mas uma vez que você o apresentou a Yvette, ele acabou parando suas pequenas palhaçadas.

Você aprendeu que Mark e seus amigos eram extremamente apaixonados pela música. Ele até deixou ouvir algumas das músicas que ele produziu e tinha o hábito de cantar sobre o que quer de você usasse. Você se viu abrindo-se para ele e cantando para ele. Ele sempre formaria esse pequeno sorriso e olharia para você como se você fosse seu mundo inteiro. Ele até produziu uma música para você cantar.

Lentamente, mas certamente você começou a se apaixonar por tudo sobre ele. De suas características físicas aos seus pequenos hábitos. A maneira como ele sempre girou um lápis na mão quando ele estava escrevendo letras, da maneira como ele mordeu o lábio quando ele estava "na zona" e, claro, você se apaixonou por sua risada.

Esta noite você recebeu um texto de Mark dizendo que ele precisava te ver. Era 6 de junho, e marcava o aniversário de 2 anos desde que vocês se conheceram. Você disse a ele para se encontrar com você no café, onde vocês ficaram na primeira vez. Quando você entrou no café aconchegante, você encontrou Mark no canto usual de vocês. Suas pernas estavam tremendo para cima e para baixo, ele parecia ansioso. Você tomou um assento na mesa de madeira sob a luz colorida, e colocou sua bolsa na cadeira. 

"Por que você me chamou aqui? Alguma coisa aconteceu?" você perguntou.

Ele não respondeu por um momento até que ele falou abruptamente: "Eu vou te contar uma coisa, me prometa que nada mudará se você não concordar com o que eu digo".

Você assentiu como uma resposta.

"Quando você canta, é como sentir o veludo. É como o quente caramelo que cai suavemente em qualquer coisa que toca. E quando você realmente se emociona quando canta ... Eu amo isso. Seu sorriso, Deus, eu amo seu sorriso. E quando você está chateada, me faz querer correr para o arco-íris mais próximo e pegá-lo para você, mesmo que esteja no mar. O que eu estou tentando dizer é, eu te amo. Eu te amo tanto, eu gostaria de fazer qualquer coisa para fazer você sorrir, para garantir que você está segura. Eu apenas estou apaixonado por você ". O garoto que você nunca viu chorar simplesmente desmoronou na sua frente. Lágrimas diminuíram de velocidade em suas bochechas.

Você pois seu rosto em suas mãos e limpou suas bochechas com seus polegares, "Eu odeio o quanto eu te amo, Mark Lee". Eu odeio o quanto eu adoro suas risadas. Eu odeio o quanto eu adoro seus pequenos hábitos. Odeio porque eu te amo mais do que amei qualquer coisa que já tive. "

Ele sorriu para você e você para ele. Vocês dois cobriram as palavras com silêncio até que Mark disse: "Então, isso significa que somos um casal?

"Você está realmente fazendo essa pergunta?" A senhora gritou atrás do balcão, fazendo com que ambos rissem.

"Sim Mark, isso significa que somos um casal".

[annaschnabl-lsbu]

Sailor shoot

For my next poster I want to do a sailor/navy themed shoot.  I will portray a melancholic sailor who misses his lover while on duty. Here’s the moodboard:

I was inspired by a Jean Paul Gautier 2002 sailor advert:

And by the poster for the 1957 movie “The Wings of Eagles”:

Also Tyler, The Creator’s music video for “See you again” has inspired by for a navy shoot:

I will use a 1943 song by Vera Lynn called “You’ll never know”

I have purchased some props for the shoot:

a sailor hat

a rope

temporary navy tattoos

a sky backdrop 

I also want to include a plastic seagull flying around the model, something like Nadia Lee’s video below. I want this clip to be as “DIY” as possible, to give it the feel of a vintage film without the special effects.

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I’ll direct the model for the acting part. Ideally I just want him to look nostalgic and melancholic doing his day-to-day sailor activities.

Here’s some sketches from the storyboard:

Unfortunately, the model cancelled and it was too late to reschedule. This shoot will happen in January. 

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City of Stars - Hyun Ryu (Zen) x OC

This au will take place in Zen's high school/late teen years. And I’m using the soulmate au where you can hear your soulmate's voice in your head, but only when they sing. Parts of this have been inspired by the musical La La Land, and the lyrics to the songs I write will be from that movie. It's been a while since I've played Zen's route, so please keep that in mind, and enjoy! Warnings: angst

Ever since I was young I’ve heard a beautiful voice in my mind that would sing the most breath taking notes I have ever heard. Apparently almost everyone has this, and some claim that the voice is the voice of your soulmate. Sometimes I wonder if my soulmate hears my voice when I sing, too. I'm in high school, studying music creation and learning how to perfect my guitar playing skills, along with piano and violin. I want to be great one day. I want to be a world famous singer and instrumentalist. My dad works as a police officer in town. He and I are very close compared to me and my mom. Our personalities have always clicked, meanwhile my mom and I's have always clashed. I often visit my dad in the office to bring him dinner. He works a lot, mainly during the night shift to watch over the cells. Normally there's one or two drunks waiting around in the cells for tomorrow, but on occasion I see a very handsome boy with silver hair and a rat tail trailing down his back in the cell. How someone so good looking wound up in a cell over night beats me. We've never had the chance to talk, but something about him intrigues me. The office is dark as usual when I arrive, my dad waiting up front to lead me to the back towards his desk. I eye the three cells. In one a drunk I see in here occasionally sleeps on the bench attached to the wall. In the third cell, I spy the silver haired boy. The two of us make eye contact and for a second my heart stops. I quickly advert my gaze back to my father, sitting at the desk adjacent to his, putting my feet up. "What'd your mother make for dinner tonight?" He looks excitedly at the brown bag. I laugh. "See for yourself." He won't be happy. My mom didn't want to cook tonight, so we ended up with fast food. My father loathes fast food. Sure enough, he peers into the bag and lets out a loud groan. "Not greasy burgers again," he pushes the bag aside. "I want to eat dinner with my family for once." He sighs. I open my mouth to reply, but I'm cut off with my dads walkie going off. "Requesting back up, all units to 43rd street asap. That means you, Officer Lee." My father looks to me, and to the inmates behind his desk in the cells. He turns back to me. "I have to go on this call. I can trust that you'll watch over these guys until I get back, yes?" I nod. "Of course. Go ahead." My dad smiles and plants a kiss on my forehead before gathering his gun and heading for the door. I whirl around in the office chair to see the boy already looking at me. He flashes me a smile, putting his arms through the openings in the cell and leaning against it. "Miss Lee, can I ask your name?" I cross my legs and raise a brow. "My parents taught me not to talk to strangers. You could be a serial killer for all I know." I shrug. He laughs. "Do I look like a murderer to you, miss?" "Anyone can be a murderer. So yes, you do." I smile at the defeated look on his face, though I quickly give in. "My name is Haneul." "It's nice to finally meet you. You can call me Zen." He grins. "And now that the introductions are out of the way, I have to ask..." He looks at my face and sighs. "Do you do your own makeup?" I'm taken back for a second. "Of course I do, why?" "Well," he starts. "I've been in a couple of plays. The makeup artists kind of sucked." Zen shrugs. I laugh. "They put makeup on someone like you?" He raises a brow, not sure what I mean by that. I elaborate. "I just mean that uh, to put it lightly, you're beautiful." Zen doesn't seem to be shocked at my statement, he just wears a sly smirk. "I said the same thing. They told me everyone that goes on stage wears makeup, so no exceptions, I guess." I look him up and down. He wears black ripped jeans, although they seem to be ripped by personal use versus jeans that you can buy that way. He wears a black and white striped t-shirt, exposing his well toned arms. I swallow hard, looking back to his piercing red eyes. "So what does an actor have to do to get thrown behind bars, huh?" Zen looks down at the floor, heaving a deep sigh. I guess my question was kind of personal, but to my surprise, he answers. "I'm a starting actor, my job doesn't exactly pay the bills... I got caught stealing from a gas station down the road." "You do these things often then?" I ask. "Yeah." He frowns, twiddling his fingers, avoiding eye contact. "I'm not proud of these things though, Haneul. I'm not a bad person." "I don't think you are." I shrug. He looks up to me slowly, a half smile spread on his face. "It just means you'll do whatever it takes to make it in this world, and to achieve your dreams. I respect that." Zen smiles now. "You're right. I want to see my name and face on billboards. I want people to be talking about me everywhere..." He looks off into the distance with a wide smile on his face. "And most of all, I want to move people with my acting." I nod. "I think we have similar dreams, Zen. I want to be a world famous musician." "We'll accomplish our dreams, Haneul. One day..." He trails off, looking at his feet. "Hey, since you're an actor, that means you sing too, right?" I change the subject to something lighter. I want to hear if his voice is any good. Zen nods. "Sing to me." I give him an innocent smile and bat my eyes a couple times. He huffs. "Okay. But only a few lines." I nod excitedly. He clears his throat a few times and when he begins to sing, my entire body is engulfed in chills. I feel them tingle up my spine and rise on my arms and legs. I couldn't deny that voice even if I tried. It's the voice in my head. When he stops I look at him completely different. Does he hear my voice when I sing, too? What if he's my soulmate but I'm not his? "Was my voice really that breathtaking? You're speechless." Zen laughs, pulling me from my thoughts. "Oh, I'm sorry." I scratch the back of my neck nervously. I turn around in my chair and rummage through the desk I sit at. I grab a pen and paper from the drawer and scribble my phone number, along with my name. I fold the paper and put everything back how I found it. "I-I just forgot my mom wanted me home because I have to practice piano. Call me, though." I hand him the paper and flash him a smile. "I'll call you when I get out. Take care, Haneul." I nod. "You too, Zen." After voice lessons that evening, I make my way home, silently hoping that my mom will have dinner ready when I get there. My stomach is growling just thinking about it... The warm April breeze blows my hair into my face. I grumble and shake it from my eyes. I hear my phone start to ring, although it's neither my mom or dad's ringtone. I rummage through my bag and answer it, the number unknown. "Haneul?" A familiar voice asks. "Oh, hey Zen! You got out finally?" "Yeah. Since I didn't actually take anything from the gas station and they didn't catch me on video, I got off with a lifetime ban from that place." He sounds happy when he tells me this. "I have something I wanted to ask you though, and you have to promise me something." "Hm," I think for a second. 'It depends on what you're asking me to promise. I take them very seriously." "Promise you won't think I'm crazy?" Zen asks. I scoff. "I can't completely promise you that... But if I think you sound crazy, I won't tell you." Zen huffs. "Good enough. I was wondering though... Sometimes I-uh... I hear a voice in my head... But her voice only sings, and she sounds beautiful..." He trails off again, not sure if he should have confided in me or not. I decide to quiz him. "What was the last song she sang?" If he sings the song I sang in voice lessons today back to me, we're soulmates. He hums the tune to the song I've memorized the lyrics to, and I sing them back to him. The line goes silent almost immediately after I start to sing. "Zen? Are you there?" "Huh? Oh- yeah... How do you know that song?" "Have you ever heard of soulmates?" I return the question. "Of course I have." "Do you believe in them?" I ask again. "I'm not sure. I had a couple friends in school who claimed they met their soulmate... At first I really wanted to find her, but I sort of gave up after a few girls." He laughs a little at the last bit. "What if I told you that I hear your voice in my head when you sing, Zen?" The line stays silent for a few seconds too long. "I hear your voice too, Haneul... I recognized it the second you sang." I laugh now, realizing I ditched him last night because of this. "Last night I didn't actually have to practice piano. I left because I recognized your voice too." "Hm.. Well, my inner romantic is telling me that I take you on a date now that we know we're soulmates and all." Zen says rather suave. I smile, feeling my face heat up. "I'd love that." As I near my house, I'm reminded of my parents. Specifically my dad. He wouldn't be too pleased to know what I had just agreed to, especially considering Zen and him have met multiple times before, under different circumstances. "For now, I think we should keep it quiet with the date. My dad would kill you if he found out about this." "Of course. Text me your address, and I'll pick you up tomorrow evening." When I arrive at home, sure enough, the smell of food embraces me. I toss my bag onto the couch and kick off my shoes, shedding my jacket off as well. The house is eerily silent as I walk into the kitchen, where my parents sit at the dinner table. A sheet of paper sits on the table in front of my mom, who is now looking at me. "What's going on?" I ask cautiously. I sit down in the middle of the two, reaching for the food that sits on the table. My mom slides the paper over to me, and I notice it's my report card. "You have a forty percent in math class. How did that happen?" My mom's usual voice is stern and unforgiving. "I don't understand it, mom. I'm trying my best." I say simply, shoveling food onto my plate. My dad follows suit, staying silent as usual. "You need to spend more time studying then." My mom says simply. "You're grounded until your grades come up." My jaw drops in awe. "No matter how much I study I won't understand it. It's too hard." She frowns. "Nothing is too hard, Haneul. You are only allowed to go to your music lessons and school. Other than that, you will be here, working on improving your grades." I cross my arms across my chest, not hungry anymore. "Can I be excused?" My mom opens her mouth to reply, and my dad stops her. "Sure, honey. I'll put your food in the microwave for later." I nod a thank you and head to my room with my bag. I won't be able to go on the date tomorrow now. Unless I sneak out, of course. Although my dad being a police officer won't make sneaking out easy, I can't pass up on a date with Zen. If he truly is my soulmate, I was blessed by whatever higher power is above us. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen, and we seem to get along well. I flop onto my bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before pulling out my phone to text Zen. [Haneul]: I got grounded. I'm going to sneak out though, so no worries. ;) [Zen]: How? Are you okay? [Haneul]: I'm fine. I just suck at math and my mom is really strict. [Zen]: If you sneak out you could get in trouble. I'm not worth getting punished for. [Haneul]: Don't worry. It's not like I haven't snuck out before, Zen. [Zen]: If you say so. I'll pick you up tomorrow around 7PM then. The entire day seems to move in slow motion. Even my music lessons went by so agonizingly slow that I thought maybe my teacher changed the clock when I wasn't looking. That evening I wolf down dinner so fast that my parents can't help but look at me in shock. I explain to them I hadn't eaten all day, and I must go back to my room to study. I get dressed and make sure my door is locked.  I turn on my radio so it seems like I'm in my room. I slide on my jacket, not caring enough to zip it up. When I peer out my window, I don't see Zen anywhere. I climb down anyways, wandering into my mom's garden. I spot her roses and pick five for Zen. My mom might be upset that her flowers were ruined, but it's worth it to be a little romantic. I hear footsteps behind me. I whirl around to see Zen dressed in a black button up shirt and regular blue jeans. He holds five white roses, smiling at me as he looks me up and down. "You look great." "Don't I always?" I tease him. He laughs, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I- um, these are for you." I hand him the flowers. Zen gives me a cheeky grin. "I picked these for you too!" We exchange the flowers and start walking down my street. "So, what do you have planned?" I ask. "I was supposed to plan something?" My smile fades quickly to a frown. I furrow my brows, causing Zen to laugh. "I'm kidding. Don't worry, babe." We walk for about five minutes before coming to a run down neighborhood. I'm not exactly sure why Zen would bring me on a date to a place like this, but I don't question him. Somewhere between my house and here we ended up intertwining fingers, but neither of us lets go as we weave through the buildings. Zen brings me to an old apartment building and leads me inside the front door. "Why are we here?" He pulls me up the stairs. "You'll see." When we get to the roof, I see a blanket spread on the ground, a small lantern sitting beside it, and five candles all spread around the blanket. Zen crouches down and lights every candle, then takes a seat on the blanket. I follow him, sitting down as well. I can't help but stare at the night sky, letting out a large exhale. "This is really nice, Zen." I can hear the smile in his voice. "I'm glad you think so. Starry skies always seem to relax me." "I agree. Life is hard, it's nice to just take a deep breath and get away from it all..." I shake my head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all sentimental." "No, it's fine. I think the night sky can do that to anyone," he reaches for my hand, locking his with mine. "I used to come here a lot when I was younger in order to get away from my family." I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should ask. "Was your home life difficult?" He sighs, not taking his gaze from the sky. "Yeah. I ran away when I was in middle school." "That's awful... You got by by stealing things, didn't you?" He nods. "If this is too tough for you to talk about, we can change the subject." Zen shakes his head no. "It's nice to talk about it..." He turns to me with a small smile. "I feel like I can tell you anything, Haneul... Even though we just met, I-" He stops himself, biting his lip. "I really enjoy your company." I smile. "I like talking to you too, Zen." He huffs. "Speaking of that... I think you should know that Zen isn't my real name." I raise a brow. "My name is Hyun Ryu. I ditched my name because I didn't want to be attached to my past." I nod. "Your past made you who you are though, don't you think?" He pauses for a moment. My statement made him think. "You're right... Though, I want to remember my past so that I can be a better actor. I'm going to be great one day, and I'll show them." I grin, letting go of his hand to wrap an arm around his shoulder. "I believe you'll be talked about all over the world, Zen." He mutters a thank you. His head rests on my shoulder, his arm roping around my waist, hugging me close. "I want you to be with me for every moment of my success, Haneul." "Only if you'll be there for mine." I mumble. "No doubt about it, babe." After spending a couple hours talking on the roof, we gather our things and roam the houses and apartments in the neighborhood. We stumble upon an abandoned furnished house, and in the living room sits a piano. I'm the first to rush towards it, pressing the keys. To our surprise, it actually works. I take a seat on the bench that creaks under the sudden pressure. "I'll play, and you can sing." I smile to Zen, who has found his place next to me. He warms his voice up a little as I get accustomed to the keys. I start to play a song I had heard in a musical I watched recently. It appears Zen knows the song, because he quickly joins in to the music. "City of stars, are you shining just for me?" He sings the first lyrics, his voice echoing in my head that sends chills throughout me. His voice is beautiful... "City of stars, there's so much that I can't see. Who knows? I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you..." I join in to the girls part of the duet as I continue to play piano. "That now our dreams, they finally come true. City of stars, just one thing everybody wants. There in the bars, and through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants, it's love... Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else." Zen joins in. "A rush," "A glance," "A touch," "A dance." The two if us sing in unison now. I can't help but look at him while we sing. Though my heart is racing, I feel like I'm on cloud nine. The two of us exchange smiles filled with bliss as we both sing in harmony. I don't even notice his voice echoing in my head anymore, I'm focused on living in this moment, right now. When I saw Zen in the cell at the station in the past, I never thought he was the one that had the voice of an angel that played in my head endlessly. I'm so glad we talked though, because the more time we spend together tonight, the more I can feel myself falling head over heels for him. At this point, it doesn't matter to me if my dad disagrees or not. Zen kisses me goodnight and leaves me breathless under my window, holding the five white roses he gave me. When I climb up to my window, I find that everything is how it should be, and my door is still locked. I get dressed into my pajamas. I decided on our way home that I was going to tell my parents about Zen if we continue to get along like we did tonight. He's promised me he wouldn't be caught in a cell again, no matter the circumstances. If he takes promises as serious as me, he'll keep it. The rest of the month Zen and I seem to be inseparable. I told my parents I'm seeing someone, and they want to meet him tonight. Zen is beyond nervous my dad might actually shoot him, so I assured him I would tell my dad before he got here. Mainly because I share Zen's worry. My dad is what some would call protective over me. My mom cooks dinner in the kitchen while my dad and I sit in the living room. "Dad, have I told you you've already met the guy I've been seeing?" I ask. His gaze shoots over to me. "Better not be someone I've arrested." He sips his tea. "Um... Actually, dad..." I sigh. "It's Hyun Ryu." My dad narrows his brows at me until he realizes I'm not joking. He opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it again. He sighs deeply. "He's not a bad kid, but he's no good for my daughter." I frown. "He's my soulmate, dad." He raises a brow. "Like, your mom and I?" My parents met in choir when my mom sang a solo for the chorus. I simply nod, causing my dad to become more conflicted. "He promised to stop breaking the law, and he's kept that promise." My dad frowns. "I'll allow it-" I start to smile, but he raises his index finger at me. "Under one condition. He can't replace me as your favorite." I laugh. "Don't stress it, dad." Dinner with my parents went well. My dad grilled Zen with questions, but he handled them very well. I think Zen even charmed my parents a bit. The rest of the night is spent cuddled on my bed, watching a musical Zen had picked out. We hadn't been paying much attention to it. I eventually convinced Zen to let me braid his hair, his head on my lap. He started to doze off until the music kicked up on the movie, making him jolt awake. "The next movie we watch will be my pick. You won't fall asleep to it." I grin. "Is it a horror movie?" He asks sleepily. I can't lie to him. "I guess you'll have to find out." I finish braiding his hair and take a picture with my phone. "You look even more beautiful than before, Zen. I've done the impossible." I show him the picture, and he sits up, making his way to my mirror. "I have to admit," he poses in the mirror, even flexing his arms a little. "I look amazing." He flashes a wink in the mirror, then whirls around to smile at me. "I don't think anyone could be as beautiful as you, my princess." I feel my cheeks grow hot as he hovers over me, his face inches from mine. "I think you're right." I tease with a sheepish smile. "I love you, Haneul..." His voice is a whisper, but I hear it loud and clear. When I don't respond, he speaks again. "You don't have to say it back. Just know that I meant what I said." I shake my head, touching his cheek. "I love you too." I mutter. Before I can say anything else, his lips crash onto mine quite roughly. Though I don't mind. We both forget about watching another movie that night. The next two months go by with a blur. Zen and I remain as close as ever, and tonight he's taking me out for our anniversary. I had completely forgotten, but Zen insisted that we do something. We arrive at a very fancy restaurant, and I'm taken back. "Zen, are you sure you want to do this? This place is expensive-" He cuts me off. "Don't worry about it, my love." He intertwines our fingers together. "I want to treat you." He smiles. I sigh and follow him inside, where we're seated immediately due to reservation. Zen seems kind of nervous during our date. He fiddles with his tie a lot, uncomfortable with how tight it is. "I actually have a present for you, Haneul." "You didn't have to, Zen..." He shakes his head, handing me a small box. "I wanted to." I take the box, and in it is a simple silver ring with a pink diamond in the middle that shines under the lighting. "Oh... This is beautiful- You shouldn't have." I take it out and put it on my ring finger immediately, looking at it closely. "I love it, thank you so much." He smiles. "I'm glad you like it, Haneul." That night when I get home, my parents sit in the living room, watching their usual game show. "How'd the date go?" My mom asks. I jump over the back of the couch, flopping down between the two of them. "It went amazing! He gave me this beautiful ring." I stick up my hand, showing the both of them. "A promise ring... That's very impressive." My mom smiles, looking at the ring closely. "This is beautiful." "Wait. A promise what?" I repeat. I thought it was just a simple gift... "A promise ring. You give it to someone to promise you'll be together forever." My dad says. "Did you not know that?" I shake my head no and take the ring off. "I don't want to get married... I have so much I want to accomplish in life." My mom furrows her brows at me. "You're going to break that boys heart if you don't wear his ring. It doesn't mean you'll get married tomorrow, dear. It means you promise you'll be together forever." I stand up from the couch, putting the ring in my pocket. "I can't promise that!" I cry out. "I don't know if I can keep it..." "Haneul..." My mom gasps. "That sweet boy spent money for that ring. Don't break his heart." I shake my head no. "I won't make a promise I can't keep, mom! You know that. I'm giving the ring back." I turn on my heel and run up the stairs before my mom can say anything further. My dad doesn't object, probably because he supports my decision not to promise myself to someone at such a young age. I love Zen with all I have, but why do we need a ring to prove that? The following evening when Zen comes over, he notices I'm not wearing the ring almost instantly, frowning. "Where'd it go? You didn't lose it, did you?" I chew on my lip nervously, grabbing it from my dresser and showing it to him. "Why aren't you wearing it?" "My parents told me that this is a promise ring, Zen. Why didn't you tell me?" I ask. He furrows his brows together. "I thought you knew. Is that an issue?" "It is, actually... Zen, I don't make promises I can't keep." I sigh. "I love you so much. Why can't we just say we'll be always be together instead of wearing a ring to prove it? I mean, how much money did you spend on this?" Zen frowns. "I gave you that ring to prove to you how much I want to be with you forever, Haneul. Do you not feel the same way?" "That's not the case, Zen. I want to be with you too, but I won't make a promise that I know I can't keep. We both have such broad dreams that we want to achieve... We can't work our ass off and still have time to love each other unconditionally. That's not how fame works." "We'll always make time for one another... I don't see what the problem is. I want you to wear that ring... It's a symbol of how much we love each other. If you don't wear it, it's basically saying you don't love me!" He cries out, his tone of voice rising. I huff. "Why do we need a silly piece of jewelry to determine that? I love you, but I can't promise you that we'll be together forever, Zen! We can't predict the future!" I shout. I grow more frustrated by the second. I can see his eyes welling with tears. I feel awful that I'm upsetting him... "If you won't wear my ring, Haneul, I don't think this will work." My heart drops to my feet. "Are you breaking up with me?" He blinks tears from his eyes and swallows hard. "Are you going to wear the ring?" He challenges. I shake my head no. "I'm sorry, Zen..." He takes the ring from my hand, but he doesn't step away. He leans down and kisses my forehead. "I love you, but we're through, Haneul." Before I can say anything else, he's gone as fast as he came. I'm left in my room with a huge void in my chest that aches when I try to breathe. I lost my soulmate. *Six years later* Even years after Zen and I broke up, I still hear his angelic singing in my head. I've gotten used to it, but in the beginning, my heart felt like it shattered with every note he sang. Since I graduated high school, I've released two albums where I did all of the music, including vocals. I became famous very quickly, though I still perform for parties and groups. Tonight I'm playing piano for a party hosted by the RFA. I'm not exactly sure who the members are, but I was contacted by a woman named Jaehee Kang, and she appears to be the one that greeted me when I arrived. There's only a guest or two at the party so far, but I take my seat at the piano anyways, warming myself up. I start to play the first song that pops into my head, which happens to be City of Stars. I sing along quietly, quiet enough that no one appears to hear me over the sound of the piano. By the end of my song, I can hear applaud around the room. I look around with a smile as I play my next song. While I'm playing I lock eyes with someone I'd only heard, not seen in the past six years. The red eyes pierce into me and they make my heart stop. I falter in my song, but I quickly recover and continue to play. He walks over, causing me to grow even more nervous. I expect him to yell at me, tell me how much he resents me. But he gives me that same smile that I fell in love with years ago, and leans against the piano. "Hello, Haneul."

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Here’s a list of everyone who is boycotting or cutting ties with Brunei after it introduced new laws to punish homosexuality with death by stoning, Defence Online

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Brunei’s Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah.

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Firms, universities, and superstars are creating moves on a boycott of Brunei-owned solutions after the nation launched a regulation producing homosexuality punishable by demise.

Eight five-star inns owned by the Sultan of Brunei give up Twitter on Wednesday amid a vocal marketing campaign to boycott them on social media.

Virgin Australia, STA Journey, and Queensland’s condition govt in Australia have also built moves to disassociate them selves from Brunei.

Several United kingdom universities are beneath force to revoke honorary levels offered to Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah.

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Brand names, universities, and famous people are aspect of a developing movement using action from Brunei-owned enterprises following the little Asian nation released a new law punishing homosexuality with the demise penalty.

As of Wednesday, the punishment for homosexuality in Brunei became death by stoning, just after Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah launched a number of reforms to the country’s penal code, which has been primarily based on Islamic Shariah law considering that 2014.

Here’s a whole run-down of who has taken, or is taking, a stand so significantly.

A viral campaign to boycott nine hotels owned by the Sultan – one particular of the world’s richest heads of condition, value all over $20 billion – was stoked by stars and attained a peak on Thursday when 8 inns deleted their Twitter profiles.

This picture, listing the lodges, and messages calling a boycott was shared tens of thousands of periods on social media, together with by famous people these kinds of as George Clooney, Dua Lipa, Ellen DeGeneres, Elton John, Luke Evans, Billie Jean King, and Jamie Lee Curtis.

Tomorrow, the nation of #Brunei will start out stoning homosexual individuals to dying. We need to have to do some thing now. Remember to boycott these lodges owned by the Sultan of Brunei. Increase your voices now. Spread the word. Increase up. pic.twitter.com/24KJsemPGH

— Ellen DeGeneres (@TheEllenShow) April 2, 2019

The Twitter accounts belonging to the following resorts disappeared:

The Dorchester (London)

45 Park Lane (London)

Coworth Park (Ascot, British isles)

The Beverly Hills Resort (Los Angeles)

Hotel Bel-Air (Los Angeles)

Le Meurice (Paris)

Hotel Plaza Athénée (Paris)

Lodge Principe di Savoia (Milan)

One particular of the Sultan’s 9 motels, The Hotel Eden in Rome, Italy, remains on Twitter, but has a protected account.

The City of Los Angeles Controller Ron Galperin tweeted: “We will have to not assist these establishments when life are on the line! #Boycott.”

I’m outraged & horrified now at the country of #Brunei‘s announcement of an #LGBTQ loss of life penalty law. Both of those the @HotelBelAir and @BevHotel are owned by #BruneiInvestmentAgency & #SultanofBrunei. We should not assist these institutions when lives are on the line! #Boycott pic.twitter.com/2EzctpkvMr

— LA Controller Ron Galperin (@LAController) March 29, 2019

On Thursday, Virgin Australia cancelled a deal with Brunei’s airline Royal Brunei in which Virgin employees bought discounted tickets on Royal Brunei flights.

On Wednesday, Transport for London, which operates the London Underground, stated it will no extended present a Brunei tourism advert labelling it “the abode of peace” (the nation’s formal title.)

Hey @TfL presented Brunei just passed regulations to whip and/or stone #LGBT folks to death “abode to peace” is untrue promotion. When’s it coming down? #bruneiboycott pic.twitter.com/JidQ1SRcSP

— Vincent McAviney (@VinnyMcAv) April 2, 2019

Transportation for London mentioned: “This advert will be removed from our community.”

STA Travel, a massive worldwide journey holiday reserving corporation, tweeted on Friday saying it will no longer set up flights for consumers on Royal Brunei Airlines.

In protest at modern adjustments to the law in Brunei (also applicable on Brunei-registered plane and vessels), we’re happy to announce that STA Journey has stopped offering tickets on Royal Brunei Airlines. #bruneiboycott

— STA Travel United kingdom (@STATravel_British isles) April 5, 2019

On Wednesday, Aberdeen College in Scotland reported it is considering rescinding the honorary degree it gave to the Sultan in 1995, as did Kings College or university London, who gave him an honorary doctorate in 2011.

Nearly 47,000 folks have signed a petition demanding the College of Oxford revoke an honorary degree supplied to Bolkiah in 1993. The university has refused to retract it.

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Hassanal Bolkiah.

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On Friday, the organisers of the UK’s Television set Option Awards, which ended up because of to be held at The Dorchester, owned by Brunei, claimed they will locate a new location.

The 2019 Television Selection Awards will not be held at The Dorchester Resort. This year’s location will be announced in because of system.

— Television Alternative (@TVChoice) April 5, 2019

The state governing administration of Queensland, Australia, has place on keep designs to associate-up with Royal Brunei Airways, after a petition to ban the airline from Australia attained momentum.

Tourism Business Progress Minister Kate Jones explained to information.com.au: “We suspended negotiations with Royal Brunei as soon as we learnt about improvements to the law, enabling the persecution of Brunei’s LGBTIQ community.”

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