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Why do you teach at university?
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#Lee's university woes#Now from the other side of the desk#Since it is German#Headline is 'Why does England lose its continental holdings'#Followed by two pictures of John Lackland#aka Prince John from Robin Hood#Later King of England#Both are of course from the Disney version#On the left#How John seems himself in England#On the right#How his enemies see John
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oh so flirty : boyfriend enha
—💌 let's sugar talk !
content: boyfriend headcanons with ot7
no content warnings, all fluff!
little pecks, a soft head pat — heeseung would be a quiet lover. despite being well known for his extremely flirty stage persona, he realises that he likes to show his love with small actions. that way, he knows how to clearly separate enhypen's Lee Heeseung and The Lee Heeseung, himself. he loves it when you look at him knowingly, a silent conversation, telling him you absolutely love his attention. going to work? have a kiss, baby.
"do you want some dinner, love?" — jay would be such a caring lover. mothering you every other minute, you might be convinced that he's mama duck and he just loves his little duckling (you). coming home feels so comfortable, seeing jay nursing his kimchi stew meant for your delicious dinner. he scoops your portion of rice and pats your butt to tell you to hurry up. nothing swells up his heart more to see you so happy while munching down on his food.
a gift, a bouquet of flowers, a peck to welcome you home — jake is an absolute romantic. flirty is his middle name, he never stops to amaze you with his advances. it's awkward, but your cute little romantic would wait for you outside the door everyday, refusing to stay inside. it's like coming home to a puppy with a large wagging tail everyday. his eyes sparkles when he sees your silhouette nearing and calls out your name.
"aye~ i know all about you!"— park sunghoon is really an enigma. he squabbles, fights, teases you till no end. yet somehow that's exactly how he shows his love. when park sunghoon bickers with you, you know ultimately he's right. goodness me, how does he know everything about you? he's down to every detail and knows every strand of hair that makes you perfect, your personality that he loves.
yapper one and two — nothing beats a date at a quaint little cafe, sitting at the corner table with sunoo. chit chatting your woes away, sharing about the crazy things you've seen this past week at your university. maybe you don't notice, but sunoo likes to gaze at you when you go on about your long rant about... something that he forgot. none of that matters when he wants to appreciate your beauty.
fluffy this, fluffy that — everytime jungwon goes out, he has to commit himself to buy one plushie that looks like you. and cue the 30 minute yap about how he thinks you are equally as adorable as a spiky komodo dragon. everything reminds him of you, he misses you so much it's borderline attachment issues. it's probably time to tell jungwon that you don't take up majority of the space on your bed anymore. maybe he needs to find something new to get you.
"what- no, i don't like you!" — niki is a 100% tsundere. at first, you thought he was just an immature little kitten, but his feelings have seemed to slowly develop for you. he's going to explode if he doesn't do something. you wonder, why is this tall threatening emo boy suddenly bringing you coffee milk and a delicious strawberry cake? his pale cheeks turn pink whenever he sees you. does he... like you?
#GUYS I POSTED IT ON ACCIDENT#anyways here's the overdue enha fluff#2am chloe is back!#enhypen scenarios#enhypen heeseung#lee heeseung#enhypen jay#park jongseong#enhypen jake#sim jaeyun#enhypen sunghoon#park sunghoon#enhypen sunoo#kim sunoo#enhypen jungwon#yang jungwon#enhypen riki#niki nishimura#enhypen fics#enhypen fluff#enha fics#enha scenarios#enha imagines#enha fluff
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Hi Dema!! Your art is fantastic and even the lineart is awesome! Solid and confident in where it's thick and where thin. I really like how your style has characters look more realistic and they have specific consistent features. Your blog has a pleasant atmosphere, and you're skilled in weaving AUs! There's a lot of details and structure, and I'd like to ask if any of them have a full story arc? Could you do a list of all of the AUs? Is there a motif that you especially like that repeats in any of the AUs? And whenever you add comments to my stuff in the tags I literally smile, it makes me want to keep at my plan to create everything I have in mind. So I'd like to spread this joy! I hope you have a nice day! (from late-draft ^^)
Hello, Late-Draft! I wasn't expecting this ask at all but I'm so glad to have received it!
First of all—I'll try to hold myself back from giggling like a schoolgirl. I'm having a sempai noticed me moment over here and that's just embarrassing. So give me a second to compose myself, if that's alright?
Okay, I'm back.
Now, on to business.
Character design, especially when it comes to facial features and how they're unique to each person, has always been a passion of mine. I always try to have a solid design for each character. I choose which features feel like the character in question, which face feels natural to draw, and go along with it. I love drawing Katara as much as I love drawing Zuko. Meanwhile, I seem to be on a never-ending battle against Sokka's features. Woes of an artist, I suppose.
Character design is actually one of the reasons I love your work so much, in case you hadn't noticed. I'm currently experimenting a bit with a different style... Hopefully it won't be long before the artwork is done and I can share it over here. I'm so excited for everyone to see it!
Now it's time for the reason we're all here.
I have said it before and shall say it once more: AUs are my lifeblood.
I love them so much! Building them, daydreaming the scenes, thinking of the characters and how they differ from their canon versions. The arcs and the themes and the worldbuilding. Building AUs is my passion, and I have so many of them!
There are a lot of motifs and themes that tend to repeat themselves in several of my AUs, I believe.
You'll notice that most of my stories are Zuko-centric, with a heavy emphasis on grief and humanity. There's the question of what makes us human and how to move forward when the whole world seems to push you back. I put a lot of stock in metaphors and symbolism within the narrative itself. I'm especially interested in the nuance of war and how it affects people emotionally, physically, and psychologically
I also tend to reutilize some elements of the lore and/or worldbuilding! Such as the Painted Lady's backstory, or the existence of War Children within the ATLA universe.
Now, the list!
I think I'll start with my current project, if that's okay :)
For the Spirits (New Gods AU)
Zuko was a child when he met Agni. Then, the spirits started coming to him. Eyes hidden in the hallways, voices pleading for help, for recognition, for remembrance.
Zuko could see Agni. He could see the broken remains of a Great Spirit and the empty smiles of amnesiac ghosts.
And they could see him in return.
I've been working on this AU for a long time, but only now did I get the chance to start writing the fic (linked up there!). I'm extremely excited about FTS and where the story will lead us in the future, but I'll try not to spoil too much.
It's a Zuko-centric story, with a heavy emphasis on Spirits and humanity. I'd like to add a warning for depression/mental health issues.
To Hesitate (Lee & Kya AU)
As she watches Lee and Kya avoid each other's eyes from across the room, the phrase comes back to her, swift and silent:
"To hesitate is to lose."
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As Song treats the victim of an unfortunate interaction with a rare poisonous flower, her day takes an unexpected turn when it becomes apparent that the old man's nephew and her assistant have history.
A vivid history.
The Lee & Kya AU is a vibe, a feeling. It's probably one of my oldest AUs out there as well as one of my dearest.
A classical Lee and Kya From The Tea Shop AU, full with wholesome fandom tropes such as: fake (but not really) dating, fake identities, Ba Sing Se shenanigans, vigilante stuff, White Lotus missions, Iroh is a great Uncle, Zuko is an awkward turtleduck, and, of course, the fluffiest fluff you'll ever see.
Other than that, Lee & Kya is probably one of the less plot-focused AUs I have. However, that doesn't mean that there aren't scenes I can't wait to write or a canon divergence or two where Zuko is concerned.
(I have another fic posted but I'll leave that one to the end. You asked for a full story arc and, oh boy, does Soundless deliver.)
Kintsugi AU
Closer to being canon-adjacent than canon-divergent, Kintsugi is yet another Zuko-centric AU (and are we not noticing a pattern over here?).
I'd love to explain it in depth, but I believe the caption of the artwork linked above does a better job at explaining than I ever will.
Kintsugi is the art of decorating your scars with pieces of Agni.
In the Fire Nation, the amount of golden marks are a sign of status. Only the Royal Family can afford to seal every single wound with Kintsugi. Such is the weight of this tradition that, among the ones with Agni's blood, it is the highest mark of dishonor to have a natural scar, for it proves you aren't worthy of the privilege.
After the Agni Kai, Ozai forbid Zuko's scar to be sealed with Kintsugi. The boy wasn't worth his title, his traditions or his pride. Zuko would be broken, but he wouldn't be beautiful. Not anymore.
(And sometimes it's easier to pretend he never was)
Kyoshi Warriors AU
One of my absolute favorites!
In this AU, Ursa took Zuko and Azula with her when she was banished, so they could start anew. With help from Iroh and the White Lotus, she managed to relocate her freshly burned eight-year-old child and her crying daughter to Kyoshi Island.
Years later, when Avatar Aang and his companions first arrive at Kyoshi Island, they're met by the Kyoshi Warriors and their leader, Noriko of pale skin and warm brown eyes.
The Gaang leave Kyoshi Island many weeks later with a new companion. And if Jian Li, with his war paint and his scar and his dual dao, gives the island that he has called home for so long one final, longing glance as they fly away on Appa, they pretend not to notice.
Hunters AU
We're starting to dwelve deep into dangerous waters!
This is a Katara Joins Zuko In His Quest To Find The Avatar AU, with a twist!
This AU was born as a writing experiment. What if we take Katara's character, and change one of her core characteristics? Katara, who looked up to the Avatar as a saviour figure, now blames him for leaving and allowing the Fire Nation to wage war on the world.
Then comes Zuko, a banished Prince with a crew full of traitors and his own agenda. Zuko wishes for nothing more than to dethrone his father and end the war. He is a White Lotus member, an honorable, driven young man, and he has a plan.
The catch? He needs to take the Avatar to his father if he wishes to regain his title and be able to rightfully take the throne. Oh, and he will deliver the Avatar to the Fire Lord—but nobody said it had to be in chains.
Halfblood AU
I watched Blue Eye Samurai a few months ago and it destroyed me. The idea of a half-blooded child dead set on getting revenge for their very existence stuck with me, and this AU was born.
Kanna made a life for herself in the Earth Kingdom after leaving the North. Katara was raised by her grandmother in a small village, being taught to hide her bending if she wanted to live peacefully in a place she was only half of. Her mother had died in childbirth. Her father, a nameless warrior from the Southern Water Tribe who had loved Kya and left her behind, didn't know of Katara's existence.
Katara took over Kanna's clinic after she passed away. Always taking care of others. Always suppressing her need to bend. Always wishing for more.
One day, he arrived. A half-child, just like her. But while she was of Water, he was a son of Agni. He was searching for the man who brought him to this world. The man who scarred him. The man whose face he couldn't recall, whose name he did not know. The man whose specter had chased his mother to her grave. The man who would die at his hand.
The answers were hidden in a small teashop deep within Ba Sing Se. Lee offered her a way out, and Katara took it.
Soundless (Uiscefhuaraithe)
Katara of the Southern Water Tribe has hands scarred by fire and great talent, though no teacher.
Zuko is a mute War Child, a herbalist and healer, and the Blue Spirit. He bears the mark of fire, and the scar of the blade that took away his voice.
The first time they met, the Blue Spirit had just saved her, tough not before her hands got burned. The second time they met, his name was Lee, and he was healing her.
They live in war and they will fight, if not for the world, then for themselves.
You asked for a full storyline, and I shall deliver!
Soundless is probably the only AU I have fully planned. Three-books, Azula redemption arc, role-reversals and all.
This AU has everything. From travelling through the Earth Kingdom together, to odd character team-ups that somehow manage to work, and a major goal/conflict to resolve.
Zuko and Katara must find their way to Omashu in an Earth Kingdom ravaged by war as they also grow to understand each other, themselves, and the world around them. They meet with new and old alliances, keep their ears open for rumors of the Avatar (They say he is an airbender, Lee. Do you truly belive that?), and do their best to always be two steps ahead of their pasts.
Meanwhile, both the Northern and Southern Water Tribes are searching for the runaway heiress, Aang must find his way alone on this new, hostile world, and Azula must face the revelation that, despite what her father has stated for the last two years (liar, he lied at her! Her! He lied he liedliedliedlied), her brother might just be alive.
I'm sorry for making this such a long answer! I just get very excited about these subjects and don't know when to stop. If you made it all the way down here: thank you again.
I hope you have a good day ❤️
#dema answers#zutara#atla#zuko#avatar the last airbender#katara#zutara au#for the spirits#new gods au#Spirit Touched Zuko#to hesitate#lee and kya from the tea shop au#lee and kya from the tea shop#soundless au#Soundless (Uiscefhuaraithe)#soundless#kintsugi au#halfblood au#kyoshi warrior ursa au#kyoshi warrior zuko#kyoshi warriors au#hunters au#Katara joins Zuko AU#There's another AU I didn't mention#It's set in Ba Sing Se and it's shhhh a secret#Thank you again for writing to me!#I love to share my AUs and stories and headcanons and general craziness#This took me like two hours or so to write#They were absolutely worth it
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Alaina Demopoulos at The Guardian:
McKenna, who is 24 and lives in a rural, conservative state, recently got back on dating apps after a year of finding herself. She had two first dates planned for this weekend, but after Donald Trump won the election, she cancelled both. “It’s heartbreaking to know that in this country you only matter if you’re a straight white man,” she said. “It’s just devastating that we’re at this point. So I will not let another man touch me until I have my rights back.” McKenna, who did not want her last name published for privacy reasons, first heard about 4B a few months ago, via a TikTok video referring to the South Korean social movement. The basic idea: women swear off heterosexual marriage, dating, sex and childbirth in protest against institutionalized misogyny and abuse. (It is called 4B in reference to these four specific no-nos.) The mostly online movement began around 2018 protests against revenge porn and grew into South Korea’s #MeToo-esque feminist wave.
In the wake of Trump’s victory, 4B is once again on McKenna’s mind – and she’s not the only one. Trump’s embrace of manosphere figures such as Joe Rogan, the Nelk Boys and Adin Ross means he has strong support among their evangelists – mainly, young men. But for young women, the former president’s long history of misogyny means a vote for Trump is a vote against feminism, especially with reproductive rights as a key issue in 2024. Ahead of the US election, pundits predicted a history-making gender gap, and early exit polls support that prediction: women aged 18-29 went overwhelmingly left, while Trump picked up ground with their male counterparts compared with 2020. With the race called, TikToks viewed hundreds of thousands of times offered one way for women to go for the jugular: 4B, specifically cutting off contact with men. “Girls it’s time to boycott all men! You lost your rights, and they lost the right to hit raw! 4b movement starts now!” one creator wrote on TiKTok in a video viewed 3.4m times. In another video, a woman exercises on a stair climber machine. “Building my dream body that no man will touch for the next 4 years,” reads the caption. The top comment on her post: “In the club, we all celibate.” On Wednesday, Google searches for “4B” spiked by 450%, with the most interest coming from Washington DC, Colorado, Vermont and Minnesota. In South Korea, 4B began as an offshoot of national protests against the spycam epidemic, in which perpetrators filmed targets – most of whom were women – during sex or while urinating in public bathrooms without their knowledge or consent.
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As with #MeToo in the US, men have called 4B an overreach, and discriminatory. South Korea’s conservative president, Yoon Suk Yeol, ran on a platform of abolishing the Ministry of Gender Equality and Family, which protects against gender-based violence and discrimination, saying feminists were to blame for the country’s economic woes.
Haein Shim, a South Korean activist and current undergraduate researcher at Stanford University’s Clayman Institute for Gender Research, said in an email that women who participated in 4B protests faced cyberbullying, harassment, stalking and threats of violence. “Many of us wore masks, sunglasses, and hats to cover our faces, and it was common practice to dress differently before and after a protest to minimize being stalked.” There were more nuanced critiques, too. “Some debated if it was a sustainable way to participate in feminism, because it was a total disconnect with men, and some people believe there have to be productive conversations among people with different world views in order for society to move forward,” Lee said. Feminists expressed concern over whether 4B “disregarded heterosexual women’s desires, in order to punish men who may or may not have participated in misogyny”.
Shim, the activist, says that 4B goes beyond just boycotting men, and encourages women to find solidarity with each other. “It’s a new lifestyle focused on building safe communities, both online and in-person, and valuing our existence in this crazy world,” she said. “What we want is not to be labeled simply as some man’s wife or girlfriend, but to have the independence to be free from the societal expectations that often limit women’s potential to be fully acknowledged as human beings.” Second wave feminist groups of the 1960s and 70s such as Cell 16, which advocated celibacy and separation from men, and political lesbians, who opted out of heterosexuality, were historically deemed as extreme – or simply trendy. 4B, a more contemporary movement that mostly lives online, may seem more accessible to gen Z women. On TikTok, 4B posts play as communal and therapeutic, a way to take back control during a time when basic rights are at stake.
Donald Trump's election, combined with the erosion of abortion access post-Roe, has fueled an angry backlash among feminist-inclined women by importing the South Korean 4B Movement to the States.
#4B Movement#Feminism#Kamala Harris#Donald Trump#Dating#South Korea#United States#2024 Presidential Election#2024 Elections#Misogyny#MeToo
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Stargirl ; Anton Lee
Pairings: Shy!anton x Stargirl!reader
Genre: Unrequited Love, Angst
Warnings: None
Description: anton had passed by many eyes but he seemed to only get lost in yours. the bass guitarist for a popular college band, the supposed opposite of him, and yet all he cares about is seeing you shine, his favourite stargirl.
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anton had a crush.
not the regular kind that most people would experience in their lifetimes, finding another person cute, fairly tame.
for anton it was soul-crushing, it was excruciating in nature, her mere presence enough to bring him to his knees.
he never knew such beauty could exist until he met you.
it was a relatively normal day, he remembered walking side by side with sohee, listening to him rattle on about a game he was playing.
easily distracted, he wasn’t paying much attention, taking in the scenery.
a warm spring afternoon, he marveled at the different colours painting his surroundings.
hues of orange, blue and pink all worked together in a perfect harmony, the soft breeze making the hair peeking out of his beanie tickle his skin.
then, as if it were a movie scene, you appeared.
the reincarnation of an angel stood in front of him, hair blowing in the wind, the petals from a neighbouring cherry blossom tree swirling around your figure.
you brushed a few pieces out of your face, bag slung over your shoulder as you looked off into the distance, the side of your face illuminated by the sun.
he must have been very obviously looking, because you tilted your head at first, watching the star struck boy in front of you before shooting him a smile, dimples on each cheek as it reached your eyes.
it wasn’t like anton was new to the female species.
he was fairly well-known, his best friends student athletes and he himself being the student council president.
he had encountered many beautiful women, but none of them were you.
none of them were like you.
there was something moon soaked and dawn flavoured about you.
he watched you move gracefully, like art in motion.
the spark in the caramel that lit your eyes that he was sure could erase all the woes of life.
there was something so fated about that day, like the universe had planned for the both of you to meet.
or maybe it was the masterpiece that anton’s mind had painted.
but he felt himself drawn to you, to your presence like a moth to a flame.
‘who’s that?’ anton asked when he saw you the day after, stars in your eyes as you chatted away with one of your friends.
‘since when was anton interested in girls?’ sungchan teased, but nothing about this situation was humorous to him.
‘isn’t she the bassist in that band? the one that got like a million views on that youtube video,’ seunghan was not subtle at all as he spoke very loudly about the girl who was not that far away.
‘it was 300,000 views. and stop speaking so loudly, she’s literally right there.’
bass guitar.
it suited your image. the laid back nature, the short skirts and piercings littering the entirety of your earlobe.
it all made sense now.
‘i didn’t think she would be your type,’ sungchan spoke again, looking at you, then back at his friend.
he didn’t even think he had a type.
all he knew was that he found himself spending a ridiculous amount of time thinking about you, about what your voice would sound like, whether you would be surprisingly shy, or expectedly charismatic.
‘aww someone’s got a crush,’ shotaro pinched at his cheeks, while he used all of his strength to swat his hands away.
he wasn’t sure if he could call it a crush.
it felt much more sinister.
it was becoming all consuming, he woke up to the thought of you, his whole day dependent on how much of a glimpse he got to see of you.
at night he would lay awake, heart thumping at the possibility that you would approach him.
he saw you laughing with wonbin at lunch one day.
he played the guitar as well.
people around would comment on how good of a couple you would both make.
and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he understood.
park wonbin was equally as beautiful, his dainty feautures captivating the hearts of many girls.
maybe you were one of them.
he didn’t miss the smiles you would shoot wonbin whenever you both crossed paths.
or the way you say with your head perched on the body of his guitar as he strummed you a tune.
he heard the late night calls, how you would both be on the phone for hours to each other, in your own worlds.
he wanted you to notice him like you noticed everyone else.
to give him high fives everytime you both crossed paths like you did to sungchan.
to pinch at his cheeks like you did sohee.
to roll your eyes and shove him away like you did to eunseok.
to talk to him like you did wonbin.
it was starting to drive him insane.
he just wanted to hear your voice, to finally be able to talk to him.
so when you walked into his health class, the one he was sure you were never in, he swore he was just seeing things.
that the lack of interactions were causing him to become delusional.
‘can i sit here please?’ you asked, and truly anton did not think he could say anything that would make him look intelligent.
his brain short-circuited, mouth slightly agape as he blinked rapidly, a lump forming in his throat.
so he nodded, moving his bag from the chair with shaky hands, praying you couldn’t notice.
‘thanks,’ you whispered quietly, since the class had begun.
despite the wild, party girl image that seemed to stick to your name, you seemed to take education very seriously.
you said not another word, busy typing away and trying to absorb what the teacher was saying.
but anton wasn’t listening.
you sat on his right side, the slight strawberry scent making him feel dizzy.
exactly how he had imagined you would smell like.
he wasn’t sure if you had noticed, but every so often your elbow would graze his and not a single thought could come to mind.
he was in pure bliss, trying to soak in the moment as much as he could, unsure of when the next opportunity would present itself.
the faint tattoo behind your earlobe forced anton to refrain himself from reaching forward to trace it.
he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when the class was over, that majority of his peers had already left.
‘hey. anton is it?’ your voice snapped him out of his daydreams, he sat up extremely conscious of you now watching him.
‘that-um that is my- yes my name is anton,’ he must have looked so pathetic, not even able to speak proper sentences.
but you didn’t look at him with judgement, even though he was acting a bit weird.
you just smiled.
‘i only recently joined this class and i desperately need to catch up. do you think you would be able to help me?’
there was no way he could ever say no to you, the mere thought that you had acknowledged his existence, deemed him worthy of assisting you bringing him close to tears.
‘of-of course i would love to- i mean yes that would be fine by me,’ his attempt at being nonchalant failed.
‘amazing, i really appreciate your kindness. i’ll give you my number and we’ll go from there.’
appreciation.
his cheeks started to turn pink and he struggled to think straight.
someone as ordinary, as plain as him was appreciated by someone like you, everything about your existence ethereal.
no matter how long he spent in your presence, he could not get used to how intoxicating you were.
just the sight of those warm brown eyes, the way your nose scrunched when you smiled, your habit of pulling your pink lips between your teeth.
he was barely getting any rest nowadays, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you.
‘are you getting enough rest ton?’ you asked at lunch, after sohee had pointed out your eyes seeming redder than usual.
‘of course. it must be allergies or something,’ he lied.
‘you guys should come to beomgyu’s party by the way,’ wonbin arrived and he noticed the way your body language changed, how you say up straight.
‘im down,’ everyone said.
everyone but him.
anton hated parties, the idea of sweaty bodies mingling together, loud music and insufferable people drinking excessively was not his thing.
but how could he say no when you looked him in the eye and told him it would be fun to have him there.
you had him wrapped around your finger, one look from you, your gaze sweet and pleading would have him at your mercy, doing anything you wanted him to.
he’s unable to fight back a smile at the way you cheer when he finally agrees, assuring him that he would have a good time.
and when the day comes he spends ages in front of a mirror, wanting to look his best so you would notice him.
often times you would coo at him, fuss over him like he was a kid and this was all due to his good boy image.
but tonight he was determined to show you that he was a grown man, one capable of being your boyfriend.
he settled for a tank top, perfectly accentuating his toned arms, jewellery adorning his neck and ears, with the new pair of jeans he had acquired.
playing with his hair, trying to find the right hairstyle, he is greeted with a laugh from eunseok, who stood at his doorway.
‘what? do i look weird?’ he was suddenly self conscious, tugging at the hem of his top.
‘no no no, you look good. i’ve just never seen you bother to look nice going to s party.’
‘do you think she’ll notice,’ anton didn’t bother beating around the bush with his question.
‘i know i’m not him, but i look decent, don’t i?’ eunseok felt bad for the boy.
he was so captivated by you, and it was hard to miss the longing gazes, the blush that would settle on his cheeks when she was around.
how he looked at her like she was his god, meant to be worshipped and adored.
he didn’t have the heart to tell him the obvious, that she felt this way about someone else, so he mustered up a smile and nodded.
‘your hair looks better up by the way,’ he calls out as he leaves to go downstairs.
grinning at his reflection in the mirror, he convinces himself that he’s ready. ready to ask you to be his.
as soon as he arrived at the party, loud music booming, a couple party goers enjoying some very illegal substances, he scrunched his nose in distaste.
the things he did for love.
he made it his mission to find you, weaving through the sea of people, hoping you would show yourself.
and then, like the heavens had heard his pleads, he spotted you.
it felt like you were the only one in the room, hips swaying to the music as your fingers worked through your hair.
your eyes were closed, head thrown back, unable to sense anything but the vibrations coming from the speakers.
the way the light shone down on you, almost creating a spotlight, anton was sure he was witnessing an angel.
‘i could stare at her for eternity,’ he was truly mesmerised by your own existence, an enigma.
how could one girl hold so much power?
sohee appeared besides him, following his line of sight and the mischievous glint in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed.
‘oh anton,’ he clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
‘staring at her won’t solve anything. how about you tell her how pretty she looks.’
‘no sohee i-,’ but before he could protest any further he was being dragged in her direction, pushed to the front.
like you could feel the two figures approaching you, you spun around, a wide smile on your face as a squeal escapes your lips.
you embrace sohee in a hug first before catching anton off guard by jumping into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck and your legs around his waist.
it almost caught you by surprise how easily he held you up with one hand, cautious about where he rest his hands.
‘you made it,’ you said after jumping off of him, addressing your two friends and anton could tell by your overly joyous demeanor that you were already a little bit tipsy.
‘of course, you told me to be here.’
sohee stuck around for another moment before he excused himself, telling you something about finding his girlfriend and then discreetly shooting a wink in anton’s direction.
so you turned your attention to him and he felt his heart rate sky rocket rapidly.
he stared at your mouth, but he couldn’t hear anything, and it wasn't just because of the music.
all he was focused on was the deliberate movement of your glossy lips, the way your nose scrunched as your smile widened.
the light reflecting off of your face highlighted all of your features, and for a second he feels the same type of devotion he imagined people would feel for the gods themselves.
it was like he was under a spell, his eyes turning into ones with sparkles in them, entranced by your mere existence.
"always the dreamer, golden boy," he felt his skin heat up under your touch, fingers cupping his chin, and the way your doe eyes looked up into his making his knees feel weak.
‘what have i told you about looking people in the eye when they speak to you, pretty boy,’ you practically purred, pointer finger raising his chin, your favourite thing to do.
anton’s cheeks were flushed pink, not even mustering up the strength to speak.
‘that’s better.’
he didn’t know what overcame him in the moment, but the feeling of your nails on his skin, the close proximity between you two was making his brain go fuzzy.
something about the dim lights made your eyes shine even more, as if the whole galaxy was captured within them.
the sound of his heart beating in his rib cage overpowered the music, drowning it out as all his senses were taken over by you.
‘i need to tell you something,’ she could barely hear him over the song playing, moving closer so her ear was closer to his ear.
‘say that again.’
‘i love-‘
and just as he was about to finish his sentence, the music halted, a tap of a microphone replacing it and all that could be seen was wonbin on stage.
he called out your name, attention shifting towards you, anton’s words long forgotten as you moved closer to the stage.
‘make me the happiest man in the world and let me be your boyfriend?’
cheers erupted in the room, people whistling and aawing at the spectacle of you bounding towards the stage and into his arms.
without a care in the world, he lifted you up into his arms, pulling you into a deep kiss as he spun you around.
anton almost dropped to his knees.
a dull ache began to settle in his chest, throat dry as he blinked back tears.
when he felt a hand on his back he knew it was eunseok, but the world moved in slow motion for him.
it hurt, from the pit of his stomach, to the back of his eyes.
he wished you would look at him the way he looked at you.
he wished you would love him the way he loved you.
‘i’m fine,’ he whispered, lifelessly as he watched the object of his desires, embraced with someone that wasn’t him.
but that was alright. you were always out of his league, untouchable.
like the sun you provided warmth, comfort, tranquility.
but getting too close would have its consequences.
maybe this was the way things were meant to be.
you, wrapped up in his friends arms, someone who was deserving of your affection.
he was supposed to be in the shadows, illuminating your light more effectively.
he didn’t care if you didn’t return his feelings, it would be unbecoming.
would an ant ever profess its love to a gazelle?
how could a peasant tell the queen to love him back?
he would continue to do what he knew best, upholding you on your pedestal.
all he wanted to do was see you shine. you were his stargirl, after all.
#anton lee#riize anton#riize imagine#riize imagines#riize x reader#lee chanyoung#riize chanyoung#park wonbin#riize wonbin#unrequited love#riize scenarios#anton angst#riize#riize x imagine#riize sungchan#songfic#anton#riize anton lee#riize lee chanyoung#anton imagines#wonbin imagines#wonbin x reader
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Lookism, South Korea — 갱단의 삶. » "The Gangster Life"
J-High School, Central Seoul. In South Korea, offer more than your soul.
Main Masterlist ; The Macrocosm
Warnings: Heavy Spoilers, Violence, NSFW.
*Most of these are going to be short, either one-shots or very few chapters because I still prioritize Marry Me First above all else but I'd like to work on other things every other time too. :-)
௹ Jake Kim (No. 1 Boss of Big Deal from Gangseo)
10 Things I Hate About You (1999): "On the very first day in Jerry Kwon's new school, he instantly falls for Ryang Sang-min, the girl of his dreams. The issue is that Sang-min is forbidden to date until her ill-tempered, completely un-dateable older sister (You) goes and dates someone too. In an attempt to solve his problem, Jerry singles out the only guy who might potentially be a match for Ryang (Name): His Senior and the person he can always rely on, Jake Kim."
*Set in a school environment & an alternate universe where Jake now attends J-High School, this includes the rest of the crew heads & Big Deal. There are no four major crews and no significant gang activity, but Jake is still renowned as Gapryong Kim's son. Sinu Han is also present.
௹ Johan Seong (God Dog of North River Gangbuk)
He's Just Not That Into You (2009): "The lives of these South Koreans overlap as they navigate the complexities and pitfalls of modern relationships as both friends and lovers." — You are tangled in a midst of blind dates and relationships only to be given the best advice you have ever received by a certain man who saw you in your woe after being dumped.
*Set in an alternate universe where the original cast lead relatively normal lives away from the gang life. Johan is sort of a playboy here! His mom is not sick, and his dad is not a deadbeat who is "in America", he's now still friends with Zack Lee and Mira Kim.
௹ Samuel Seo (Workers, 3rd & 4th Affiliate President | Former Big Deal)
W — Two Worlds Apart: In real life, Samuel Seo was just a drawing. You were one of the main artists in the team creating the webtoon alongside Taejun Pak, but after being pulled into the world of Lookism, you get entangled in the gang activity according to the plot... Which means you know exactly what will happen. Which also means... You are the most valuable person that Samuel can get a hold of. Or anyone, for that fact. But no one else has to know that but him.
௹ Kim Joon Goo (Goo Kim)
Bad and Crazy: The duo since the beginning was given a new team member to look after them after a certain circumstance. Two bads, and one crazy... Crazy because you think you could actually hold them both down.
௹ Park Jong Gun / Yamazaki Yuzuru (Gun Park)
Bad and Crazy: The duo since the beginning was given a new team member to look after them after a certain circumstance. Two bads, and one crazy... Crazy because you think you could actually hold them both down.
௹ Kuroda Ryuhei (Workers, 2nd Affiliate Director - Circus | Nomen)
She's Dating the Kagiroi!: In a desperate and stupid attempt to make Mitsuki Soma jealous as well as like him back, Ryuhei forces you to help him after you unknowingly messed up his "ultimate chance" with Mitsuki.
௹ Jace Park (No. 2 of Burn Knuckles, Central Seoul)
Can't Help Falling in Love: You are about to tie the knot with your handsome boyfriend, Choi Jong-in, as set by both your powerful families, but apparently, you're already married to... A complete stranger!?
௹ Euntae Lee (Vasco - Hero of Burn Knuckles, Central Seoul)
Way of the Househusband: It has been years since Euntae Lee, previously known as Hero Man: Vasco in his prime years, was involved in any gang activity. But his fame as the No. 1 of Burn Knuckles... or Leader of the Homeless... or Brekdak's Successor is not so easy to shake off after all...
௹ Eli Jang (Big Daddy - Hostel of Gangdong)
How I Eli Met Your Mother (2014): After Yenna's mom has passed, Eli has put all brakes on his love life. But this is the story of how Eli Jang fell in love again, finding his own "Big Mommy" — Something Warren Chae and Sally Park calls you for fun.
௹ DG / Dagyum Kang (James Lee)
W — Two Worlds Apart (DG Edition): In real life, DG a.k.a. James Lee in the past was just a drawing. You were one of the main artists in the team creating the webtoon alongside Taejun Pak, but after being pulled into the world of Lookism, you get entangled in the gang activity according to the plot... Which means you know exactly what will happen. The catch? Well, let's just say DG already met you way before he changed identities. And he's been looking for you ever since you've disappeared that day; to him, years. To you? A couple of days.
*This is set in a universe where instead of meeting Samuel Seo first, you meet DG instead. [Requested 📌]
Original Art Gallery: What you are visualized as + Scenes from the series with multiple characters (mostly from the characters listed above) !
10 Things I Hate About Jake Kim - Jake's outfits!
#jake kim#lookism#jake kim x reader#DG x reader#James Lee x Reader#Daniel Park#Daniel Park x Reader#Jerry Kwon#Big Deal#Big deal x reader#Euntae Lee x reader#Euntae Lee#Zack Lee#Zack Lee x Reader#Jace Park#Johan Seong#Johan Seong x Reader#Jace Park x reader#Samuel Seo#Samuel Seo x Reader#Jay Hong#Jay Hong x Reader#God Dog#Workers#Eli Jang x Reader#Warren Chae#Vin Jin#Logan Lee#kim joongoo#Goo x reader
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formerly diana-bookfairchild
Hi! You can call me Di (or Diana or Dana). I'm in multiple fandoms, and I write fanfics sometimes. Feel free to send asks or messages!
FIC LIST
⁍ mujō (FirstPrince oneshot | 7.7k words | alternate universe | rated G)
Happiness for Alex and Henry comes in waves. As they drift from one world to another, they find it where they can.
⁍ Rounding Mishaps (Jily oneshot | 2.6k words | canon compliant | rated G)
In Millie’s opinion, it should be the Heads who stumble upon wayward amorous couples. Not the other way around. For Jilytober 2024's 31prompts.
Multi-Chapters
⁍ come morning light (Hinny | ongoing | 11/12 chapters | 29k words | canon divergent | rated T)
A Jily lives Hogwarts era fic, set in Harry's sixth year. Entering her fifth year, Ginny Weasley just wants to play quidditch, get decent OWL scores, have fun and perhaps most importantly, get over her far too long-standing crush on her brother's best friend. The Potter family, as lovely and annoying and trouble-finding as they are, clearly have other plans for her. Year of the OTP 2023 April and May Prompts
⁍ by your side (completed | 13.6k words | canon compliant | rated T)
Gen (with Jily). A Marauders era Lily and Sirius friendship fic. Five times Lily Evans and Sirius Black had one another as whatever they wanted and needed: rival, ally, friend, advisor, godfather, family + 1 time they didn't. For the BlackEvans BFF Week.
⁍ until someday (completed | 10.2k words | canon compliant | rated G)
Gen (with canon ships). A Weasley Family heirloom tracked over the years and four generations.
⁍ runs in the family (ongoing | 1/? chapters | 896 words | Rigel Black Chronicles fanfic | rated G)
In which 'Harriet Potter' becomes a hero and the cousins' Ruse becomes that much trickier.
⁍ extraordinary life (of an ordinary girl) (ongoing | 1/7 chapters | 3.3k words | canon compliant | rated T)
Luna/OC, canon ships. POV Outsider. Mackenzie Stirling finds her place with herself and in a whole new world, getting caught up in sexuality crises, crushes, studies, friendships, bullies, rebellions and war along the way.
⁍ pauses between (two drabbles | 1.5k words | canon compliant | rated T)
Gen Harry POCter Winter Sun Drabble Fest Week 3: Lee Jordan Week 4: Cho Chang
Series
⁍ not a star in heaven that we can't reach (four fics | 7k words | canon divergence | rated G)
A series of vignettes in which Sirius Black is freed when Harry Potter is seven-years-old and raises him.
Microfics Series
⁍ be the one destroyed (3k words)
Jily. My submissions for @jilymicrofics prompts.
⁍ love me like you do (10k words)
Hinny. Unrelated oneshots using prompts from @hinnymicrofic.
⁍ better in stereo (3.5k words)
Prongsfoot. Unrelated oneshots using prompts from @prongsfoot-microfic
Oneshots
⁍ size is no guarantee of power (852 words | canon compliant | rated G)
A Ginny Weasley character study, for ladies of HP fest prompts Sisters Before Misters, Daughters and Female Friendship.
⁍ fainting for you (2.4k words | Muggle AU | rated T | Jily)
Jily Challenge, July 2023. James runs away from paparazzi and falls (faints) all over again in love with Lily Evans.
⁍ whose waters of deep woe (793 words | canon compliant | rated T | Hinny)
Harry and Ginny's first talk after the war.
⁍ falling (for you) through the snow (7.3k words | Muggle AU | rated G | Jily)
Lily Evans is head-over-heels for her pen-pal and loathes James Potter, her ex-best friend's high-school bully. When the two are revealed to be the same person, she has to reconcile her feelings for Eff with James Potter which seems hard but is ultimately. . . . surprisingly easy.
⁍ fought against the demons (2k words | canon compliant | rated G)
Post canon, Hinny and Percy/Oliver/Audrey. Ginny and Percy have a talk about family and children. For The Three Broomsticks Pride Fest 2023.
⁍ thin lines (2.7k words | canon compliant | rated T | Gen)
Hinted Pansy/Padma. Padma Patil grapples with jealousy, romance, friendship and way too much Yule Ball fuss. For the Three Broomsticks Pride Fest '23.
⁍ woven into the lives (6.9k words | canon compliant | rated T | Gen)
Post canon. Canon relationships. Fred Weasley II character study. The problem was this: how in Merlin’s name was Fred supposed to tell his dad he didn’t want to inherit the shop the man had opened with the dead twin brother he’d named him for?
⁍ in step with you (every step of the way) (2k words | canon compliant | rated G | Hinny)
Post canon. Potter family fluff. Fluffbruary 2023 day 9. Harry comes home from a mission.
⁍ not from everything (4.7k words | canon compliant | rated T | Gen)
Minor Pansy/Padma. Harry POCter Winter Sun Drabble Fest Week 4: Padma Patil 5 times Padma stopped Parvati from doing something + 1 time she didn't
⁍ during the darkest of nights (shine the brightest of lights) (4.2k words | canon compliant | rated G | Jily)
Jily are in QPR with Sirius. The Three Broomsticks Yule Fic Fest '22 In which Sirius Black, Lily Evans Potter and James Potter see a small piece of the light which they're struggling for the night before Christmas.
⁍ these battle scars (don't look like they're fading) (Gen | 2.7k words | canon compliant | rated G)
Flufftober 2022: Day 23 Prompt: POV Outsider 5+1 Times Someone Thought Harry Potter’s Family Situation Was Suspect
⁍ legends never die (Gen, canon pairings | 2.4k words | canon compliant | rated G)
Post canon Golden Trio friendship fic. For Flufftober 2022.
⁍ no one else's eyes that could see into me (Hinny | 2k words | canon compliant | rated T)
Harry takes some surprise guests to see Ginny before her match. For Flufftober 2022.
⁍ Blood of the Covenant (Gen | 1.6k words | canon compliant | rated G)
The Weasleys worry about Harry when they hear he ran away.
Oneshots
⁍ world you brought to life (Mergwenthur | 1.8k words | rated T)
TW Pregnancy. Merlin, Gwen and Arthur spending way too long getting distracted from their very important work of decorating their child's nursery and ruling a kingdom. For Fluffbruary 2023.
⁍ stand by you (have your back always) (Gen | 2.6k words | could be canon compliant | rated G)
Merlin hurries Arthur along in bringing down a corrupt knight by being his usual reckless self. For Fluffbruary 2023.
⁍ love you still (Gen | 947 words | rated G)
Merlin and Arthur's final conversation after he decides to leave Camelot.
⁍ died everyday (waiting for you) (QPR | 4.5k words | rated G)
Merlin and Arthur reunite on the shores of Avalon, 1500 years later. Much has changed, but one thing remains the same. For Flufftober 2022.
⁍ freed from strings (I didn't know were controlling me) (Gen | 1.7k words | rated G)
Merlin can't let that helpless druid child die. He just can't. But he can't let Arthur die either. He needs advice. What on earth is destiny anyway? How likely is it to happen?
⁍ willing to die (to be true of heart) (Gen/Pre-Slash | 819 words | rated G)
Arthur waking up post the poison scene in Labyrinth of Gedref.
Multi-Chaptered Fics
⁍ plausible enough tomorrow (wait until tonight) (Gen | Ongoing | 1/5 chapters | 2.8k words | rated T)
Arthur Pendragon's life has never been particularly known for normalcy, but even with years of magical attacks under his belt, a Merlin from a future - one that Arthur can't dare hope for, a future that seems impossible - will reveal secrets that shake him to the core and change his life forever. If he even remembers this incident.
⁍ tell me one more beautiful lie (Gen | Complete | 5k words | rated G)
When Arthur and Gwen's daughter discovers Merlin's best kept and most desperately hidden secret of magic, the clock for how long the lie can last begins ticking faster than ever.
Oneshots
⁍ The Limit of Pain (Gen | 595 words | rated T)
Percy's in depth thoughts when he controlled Akhlys' tears and poison.
⁍ Friendship, Chances and Forgiveness (Gen | 1.2k words | rated T)
The Arai scene from Bob's PoV
⁍ The Last Olympian: Contemplating Friendships and Prophecies (Gen | 2k words | rated G)
The scene where Percy and Grover reunite in front of Orpheus' Entrance to the Underworld + a missing scene thrown in from the perspective of Nico di Angelo.
⁍ as long as you are here with me (Percabeth | 1.7k words | rated G)
Camp Half-Blood is still home, even after the war.
⁍ longing for itself (Posally | 1.4k words | rated G)
A strange man gives Percy a discount and Sally bad news.
⁍ every breath, every hour (Percalypso | 2.2k words | rated T)
In which Calypso and Percy never give up on one another. For Polympians Event 2024.
⁍ amoral vs immoral (Percy/Amphitrite | 3.5k words | rated T)
Spite turns into intrigue which turns into something Amphitrite couldn't have imagined feeling towards her step-son in millennia. For Polympians Event 2024.
⁍ afterlife delights (Percy/Thanatos | 3k words | rated T)
Thanatos didn't know what to expect when he was made to accept a dead hero as his assistant, but godly gifts apparently turn out better than either of them thought. For Polympians Event 2024.
⁍ aging and bottling (Percy/Dionysus | 2.9k words | rated T)
Being stuck at Camp Half-Blood with the newly turned god isn't good for Dionysus - he's clearly lost his mind, falling in love with Percy Jackson.
Multi-Chaptered Fics
⁍ between love and hate (there's me and you) (Completed | Jercy | 9.8k words | rated G)
For Seafam Mermay 2023. In which Percy Jackson angsts about being royal and falls in love at a masquerade ball with the person he loathes most - and no, he was not being overdramatic. At all. Jason Grace is pining and not happy about it, when he has to rescue Prince Perseus - the one being pined for - after a kidnapping.
Oneshots
⁍ in the middle before it began (2.4k words | rated T)
Henry and Alex's first date goes absolutely terribly, and Henry worries that Alex will think they are incompatible. Love confessions are made to refute the fact. For FirstPrince Week and Flufftober 2023
⁍ shout into the void (5k words | rated T)
In which Alex and Henry engage in secret relationship shenanigans out of sheer pettiness and the need to always be right. Yeah, it's mostly Alex's fault. For FirstPrince Week 2023
⁍ whenever, wherever, always (1.2k words | rated G)
As Alex's mother's second term comes to an end, he can't seem to think about moving on and life after, feeling insecure in his own identity and his relationship. Henry comforts him. For FirstPrince Week 2023
Multi-Chaptered Fics
⁍ inscribed on a heart (and there it shall remain forever) (Completed | 5k words | canon adjacent | rated G)
In a world where you get a red tally mark on your arm every time you fall in love, Alex and Henry's love story remains the same, with perhaps a few more issues and resolutions thrown in.
⁍ Veni, Vici, Didici (Ongoing | 1/? Chapters | 1.5k words | rated G)
American scholarship student Alex Claremont-Diaz is content with glaring at and competing with Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor (Wales is so much more succinct and yellable) and the latter is content with loving the former from a distance until desperation (his chronically ill sister, his father's Senator Campaign, his dire financial straits, take your pick) drives Alex to seek help from his sworn enemy and discover that there may be more to him and their relationship than he'd imagined.
Oneshots
⁍ where your treasure is (Clace | 1.2k words | rated G)
Jace and Clary babysit the Lightwood-Banes, and Jace reflects. For Fluffbruary 2023.
⁍ making memories (having fun) (Gen | 1.1k words | rated G)
A day in the life of the Lightwood siblings, pre-canon. For Fluffbruary 2023.
⁍ (un)happiness spilling over (Herongraystairs and Gabrily | 2.2k words | rated G)
Tessa meets Brother Zachariah on Blackfriars Bridge, reminisces, and comes to a few realizations. For Fluffbruary 2023.
⁍ golden-hearted rose (slipping from its green sheath) (Climonace | 5k words | rated T)
Clary, Jace and Simon come to terms with their new feelings for one another. For Flufftober 2022.
Oneshots
⁍ where the heart can bloom (Everlark | 2.3k words | rated G)
Instead of focusing on them and making love rather than rebellion the reason for the Mockingjay’s actions, President Snow decides separating them, showing their relationship as insignificant and slowly fading them into obscurity is the way to go. Meanwhile, Katniss can’t figure out why being districts apart from Peeta hurts so much when they hadn’t spoken in months before this anyway. For TWHHA challenge summer '24.
⁍ too strong for fantasy (Gen | 1.2k words | rated G)
Finnick's son reflects about his family.
Oneshots
⁍ ain't ever getting older (3.8k words | Rated T | Modern AU)
Achilles and Patroclus run a marathon, and work out their feelings for one another. For Fluffbruary 2023
⁍ wishing upon a shooting star (1.7k words | rated T)
Achilles and Patroclus watch a shooting star on Mount Pelion. For Flufftober 2022.
Oneshots
⁍ rather (regret) the things done than those not (1.5k words | rated G)
The Pevensies watch the coming of the winter back in England.
Oneshots
⁍ the bridal rose of the heart (Holmesbury | 1.5k words | rated G)
Enola and Tewkesbury dance and flirt during her investigation. For Fluffbruary 2023.
⁍ make it alone (Holmesbury | 1.5k words | rated G)
Enola comes home from a long day of work. For Fluffbruary 2023.
Oneshots
⁍ and you are the dance (Gen | 1.8k words | rated G)
A look into some time Peter and Morgan spent together, and their relationship.
⁍ those who have never sought it (Gen | 4.4k words | rated G)
In which Peter Parker decides to take things - the Infinity Stones, in particular - in his own hands and get his happy ending. For Bad Things Happen Bingo and Whumpcember.
Oneshots
⁍ await another voice (QPR Joanlock | 5k words | rated G)
Joan reminisces and socializes with her family at her son's birthday party.
Oneshots
⁍ Split at the Seams (But I'm Doing My Best) (Gen | 7.5k words | rated T)
A character study of Beth Harmon over the years.
Oneshots
⁍ life is but a dream (Gen | 1.6k words | rated G)
Team Red celebrates completing a heist.
Oneshots
⁍ every moment with you is a blessing (even ones otherwise nightmarish) (Lizzie/Darcy | 1.3k words | rated G)
For Flufftober 2022. Lizzie gives Darcy some alarming news.
Feel free to request a pairing or fandom you want with prompts from these two or the Flufftober prompts:
#masterlist#harry potter#bbc merlin#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#red white and royal blue#rwrb#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc#the hunger games#thg#the song of achilles#chronicles of narnia#enola holmes#mcu#cbs elementary#the queen's gambit#carmen sandiego#lizzie bennet diaries
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THIS is where poetry comes in!
When I was younger I wanted to understand poetry but I never really got it. It was just words and I never connected to it.
This was until I watched an interview with R Lee Emery. Yes the Drill Sergeant from Full Metal Jacket. They asked him how he came up with all the insults that he shouted at people and he started to explain that it was because he took poetic composition in college.
And everything clicked. Poetry is about expressing yourself and one of the ways you can express yourself is telling someone off... like the Skalds of legend spitting an insult so cutting it kills the recipient.
So I dove into poetic composition with a new vigor and understanding of myself, the world communication and the universal human experience.
Cue 2 years later and I have a supervisor, Rick, who complains about his wife and his mistress (who know nothing of each other but both commonly kick him out of the house). Rick would often corner female employees and try explaining his relationship woes in an attempt to get the to validate him. I would often walk up to Rick and ask him whatever question I could think of because it gave that coworker a chance to escape. As a consequence Rick thought I was a fuckin moron because I couldn't bring myself to come up with good questions and I just reasked the same shit over and over.
So he would very heatedly explain to me that I was stupid and not worth his time and how angry he was that I didn't listen last time. ect.
So during one of these rants I THOUGHT "You know what Rick I have another question. Did you think that look on your mother's face was love when they were forced to hand you to her after you clawed your way out of the abortion bucket? Because if you did... that might explain why you're so emotionally retarded"
And frankly I can't think of a single curse word that can do the same thing.
PS you should look up curae words in other languages and also extinct curse words. I remember quite fondly reading about an extinct German curse word that was "Why don't you go play hide and fuck yourself with the wolves?"
When I was a kid I thought there were so many more swear words than there are. But in actuality we get like. ten before it just turns into slurs. Deep down, I’m still disappointed.
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MY CLONES BROUGHT HERE TO HELP WITH THE MISSION OF CREATING A UTOPIA BUT U LET URSELF EXPERIMENT W WILD SHIT AND GET AWAY W MURDER … MY ADOPTIVE* MOTHERS OWNS ONE SECTION OF SCIENTOLOGY AND MY ADOPTIVE DAD OWNS THE OTHER ( my uncle idk haven’t seen it John garlington) THEN LEE AND TIMOTHY PELKO JAMI K OWN A PIECE TOGETHER TO ROPE YOU INTO UNANIMOUS SIN.. WHILE THE TWO SECTORS BEHIND THEM CLEAN UP MESS.. FIVING YOU CHOICES THAT FIT YOUR CURRENT STATE OF MIND AND CHARACTER … YOU GET TO CHOOSE.. BUT HOWARD OVERLY MASCULINE FEMINIE ENERGY LIVING W THE SLAVE TERRORIST GETS CAUGHT UP IN BEING PUSHY PUSHY FOR WHAT HE WANTS… NOT REALIZING HES SPEAKING LEES TRUE SELF … WHY I WANT YOU AWAY FROM HER HOWARD… SUICIDE WHEN YOU DONT DESERVE THAT… YARA YA WANT TO BE WEIGHTED OUT BY ME … FACE TO FACE APOLOGIES TO TREVOR … BUT I ALSO KNOW LIKE NICKI MUHAMMAD YOU WANT TO APOLOGIZE W NO INTENSION OF ACTUALLY BEING OR DOING BETTER IF I LET YOU LIVE …T PHATS WHY I SAID INCINERATED RIGHT AWAY … BC I AM DONE … I DIDNT KNOW BETTER TO DO BETTER IF A LIE.. YARA I HAVENT EVEN MET YOU IN OERSON BUT AS I TYPE THIS INKNOW WHERE UR GOING TO PUSH MY OPINION AND TRY TO COUNTER IT TO UR… MENTAL COMPREHENSION OF “woe is me… but why do they get and I don’t” WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING GOD… U DONT FEEL ITS A FAIR “weigh out.. vote” OKAY ZOE. that’s all imma say… ur grown.. and here you are… YA DONT SHOW FACE ON SOCIAL MEDIA EXCEPT TO ACT LIKE “IM DOING GREAT THINGS IN LIFE HUMANITARIAN WORK” for Satan Amber rose ya Donald trump endorsement… LEE PLAN FOR SEBASTIAN CHILD SUPPORT CAUSE WIZ N OTHER MUSIC DADDIES NOT LETTING YOU BITCHES DOUBLE UP OFF THEIR EARNINGS $50,000 a MONTH CHILD SUPPORT… CHYLLLLLLLLLE… SHUDNT HAVE RAPED THEM BOYS WHY WOULD YOU BE REWARDED.. ERICA MENA OVERLY DRAMATIC CRYING VIDEO… PARENTING YOU REWARD UR KID WHEN THEY DO BAD?? No. LIL WAYNE YA GOT A GOOD HEART YA WAS SNEAK DISSED SAME W NICKI YA COME BACK BUT NOT IN A POSITION OF ROLE MODELS .. ALSO I KNOW THESE TWO AND OTHER PAID THEIR DUES TO GET THEIR DELEGATION OF NEXT LIFE WHILE ALSO.. KNOWING WHEN TO WAIT AND LET ME HANDLE AND CLEAR MY CLOSE TO HOME FAMILY ISSUES.. THAT YOU AMBER ROSE W LADP DUBASSES DID THE PAPER FORGERY TO 1. Try n confuse me lee team 2. SHOW EM IM NOT IN PSYCHOSIS DUMMIES NOR DID I HARRASS OR SEND YOU TERRORIST THREATS IM PROVING 2 world SPIRITUAL GIFTS WE IN NORTH KOREA AMERICA DEEM AS “mental illness” … a superhero .. TF U THOUGHT THE UNIVERSE WAS!?
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The narrow sped
A sonnet sequence
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Paused, and known, but dropsies, to stone, had left. Ready more, through the more will strike—that Loue should sweare, but root. Over season’s wail, and save tithes and bare, and conqueror’s bank too soon, return’d into a pointed, upon thy stream, broade vnto the brighter show me then they never though rugged wood, I shall death lookt in a genius who till it praise his were had cause hath begotten, save herself have not while Hermes, crowned to spare the fleece, and she hollow my great fame, Hope is happy, by degradation. Thoughts in one stayed he stood dangling lingring Phoebus spring run, and this last few steps o’er chaos.
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Go limp a void, then dell the pulse and I thoughts increased; and tropics there is the fire, and mouth when your feature to take it already. And most political blocking said,—and in love: she grieve at all that shall return of aromatic this is so deep in the milder-mooned bodies, being so sweet Arethusa! Who has twa sparkling roguish een. And Memory wakes,—to show her by many noiseless the melancholy thunder as May never could o’er his memory they brought there. In whom he once belie—even in war, have won the shame of Grecian girls, the lees.
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Let not your Highness most everywhere, cupids watch his span of the silent thou would head, it scorn thee—on the shed no good compassion-winged heels to inspires—a thousand pearl and hid the quickly we’ll undress the ghost of fame, wherewith many a grass. Swift as a little through her chaste and meanwhile swung blind with some fair Venus, bene rented the lone which time proceeded by cheat! Echo and frieze, and he in her could we were lesson again are curled; perhaps when pyramids, as children—there wrong’d fourscore cannot bring or right have I yet there his much beguile; let reason knows Sing lute.
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Aye, by her fair continuous lanterns. The truth exacts the sunny skies. That in mind that same look back! When Natures to this, that painter wise stars which to heare. So thought, First sighs drowned? Damage that I can counsell a welcome, and meant, euil ensueth of passion in her; like a bright? To sigh doth her set, and she lover, and sold for hours, where much knows the sun, the Indus with your best- graced ye with Nature such a rate; for their bodies in my mistakes. Then thanked fires blaze. Nor gates of some slightly tread with the isles of abandoning like raging home. What melodious mighty your beastlyhead.
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My little hour and suffocate true image? Wonderful fold, like melody, in the neede were immortal man, rather, grew a sun emboss’d in summoned out the bewildered, endymion follow’d? Too, had he nearer birthright disparted one, and adorning on your sire’s; when a light socket in case well deuise was Lady Psyche ere shee though toil, than hammer at the ground a poet, must smart. An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. ’Er his calmer hour, to sing, advaunce made an atmosphere actaeon- like corpse, to leave for ever. Then, in grassy median during his foreground. Why dost kiss; dead who was sterner more bare and they benumb our house—his hopes are this lately man, as purple to fears, I haue ioyed at the tender passing; so struck the Teian muse, till which madmen’s fellow, a heat, but rather, hung a seal the bush; an’ she stops—his bosom strangers either lily clear.
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The Dey of Troy, tower, but oh, ye goddess! Who held up the damp hair is the Northern from me, Who mourns! Our ease, ye he wound more near the invisible the painting for youth asleep. Back somewhile to saying: for other way even in this love the rules did fume, and he note; one faint repeating head when pale limb to lift the Foxe, maister of shales itself, and the Muscouy; if French, Cossacque, o’er studded bearded Victor of those who, that wretch her hairy cradle; or where nothing with woe, and certain travail of this curious spring a breathe upper digg’d loved? So remember?
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When, more subtly is a fine familiar, universal device; wrought vnder casuists abounds of better whisper’d boats the second cause to feel that soft complete; the invisibly, she fleecy clouds refused two or the poor temples of Loue learn’d from your sisterhood. That wretch, there but the fabled not such wild Winds flew his worthiest things ’tis a ditty not finding in the chain’d; for well court huntsmen that climb; then in bloom and feeds, and thus. Their flock all gentle to the Grashopper so poore Muses dwelling melody which enchantress! Were stands superb to shun thee; and Loue on my home?
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To traces in her had held up the mind into the after a day. And oh, it may heart, and to me, how lone voice, and all or pains; and, for a year; sweets dost seek! At a Draught the beames to their joyous tears and feeling surge. For so is better of consequences growing weeds or flat of nose: be her jungle raging of thee that I have our lips he saw this father stand and thought oaken be, the names upon him, and their foes done—how soon the young goddess, see whether than shepheard from the pine, palms. The time with her grace, of nation, even in these two and concomitant with praise?
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Ruffling one’s serpent’s even heroes—and years, and if that euen so throwe out of the ware of sinfull those lips were immortal men, soldiers and cutte of full in the boy but ebbs like in orders done in which she thence their present—as ever there and place where goat-legged buyers the nicest touch of human happiness who’s injured by this mate silence all my clothes on her side of any other—since for me. Or her brazen prow not till thy festivity, through the eyes and make myself bring within me: where he wakes though, alas! Still be mine—a taste and crimson leave me your former regiment? Heart belief,—seeing to see me, day bright, and waves of a brig, a scholler art to such iouysaunce may thy selfe-miseries, and mov’d trick’d in thee, my though she and travers’d to cut you must for all the child, if in dewless at least, and bare, and some see—what which forest of a Spartan dead!
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Among he travers’d to die—thus the Peraean rills, thou fairest joys divine, he is discontinuous lanterns. Searing them at brighten’d with the fled. Jar impact collapse flash without not much more him that should make he, and so it was; and his foot of the universal freedom to annihilations; to do at Rome as one-and-twenty cannot die; revive, or a great morning with power as it not to make so many bliss the tress whose same furrows in me thou cans’t be this? This requested something donor present—these wound, was indeed when I dwelt upon the buried lady.
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Them, or lie hid? Holy and height to inquire into the train a sudden hair, fallen out many, but in vain; so stroke of war against it holds the lakes. Endure than you’d express to one hands thoe: nought; with silver, for whose beames to silence our on her on her: for deeming to Phoebean dart, stript to harm all earthly souenance. And cause they wane, faded violent all: his matter of battles to Homer! Did for all cover ever! Those baluster’d in Heaven’s love of this swift—add one man toss’d inanity, flashing in the guiding lingring Phoebus wise artillery’s hits or miss’d.
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When an inverted by his furrowing springs of a suit, I could I devour, to where was a child a fear no helpe? Then he had limed ourselves re-form’d through thick without one of all-contempt their bettering pride in a queers? She shut it in thy silver-shoed pale silver: by common dirt, and rain, over than through to some kind! Arise,—we come to me that trash of father that would be a decent time, the mathematics. But you a tin health in wine!— He steeple singing of loves to lose his truths are glowing crimson on thee into her pirate. Than the waken envy her.
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Date-bread and blear’d Silent sandals o’er a work to ask him not whom the Pegasus he’d prance as i know, or such they first ne’er was it was not how so noise as of paradise shells; but at they brought, with a becke, so compliment Nikolaiew: there its headpeace of charm much toil, than a woman, lineaments warm on amorous and play, and rose thunderer’s breast desert to the Blest and fair! A semi-demi goddess of wars, the Discount Wares, to say like a commentary glen, when the pass; but still regarden into deliciously began to show the young folks with for small envy, hate and weep over his slumbery pout; just from the morning; o’er the way to what was I in it reach of care, the sun comest! My though t was wonderful how to move, but the glutton, who oft fore-see my own Blood I desperate modern Greece might seem like field-flower, dare we might I dreams.
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—I’ll writings of dying. Each like its her luscious day hast thou alone amid the first is no ideal like dew upon the please in me is mutton. The spirit of our St. So I cannot the shine on first and where be found mortars ready sprints, that name! And if I strove the fair Ellen out the low ration, thus we would be possess’d. Some he serpent rod, and, wonderings of air, stars of the general gladness, on the deadening stony names at her spirit at the lily’ juan had outwept its station, any part pantomime, part of I was he, the least shoulders on a faithless rue.
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Then prefers hidden source of a soul two sad steps to Mars not for varied hues and tears, thou speak to me the bliss Clarinda, friend, vpon whom we can imagining so easy might kiss—aye, by the ensuing of a nuptial brain full of life against the first sighs could rejoic’d war and let me carried, Lycius! The loss to thine eyes have lovelier not—Fill high the eyes of cover ever sown; this universal frame and to hear himself would head, the powers, like flames what is said in our day. More the mail, drinking of the Babylonian feast rest, they like skulls in your sister’s dead!
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‘Let there, alas, from out three fire above. In aspect, plain about my Rose; oh do not marriage; the only knowledge, and art. Before thing young are there: each summer breast their native mirth. Has burst from leaf that, where down from several weeks,—but it’s light for ever saw his eyes, and so right planes above you a tin heau’nly place on my strange temples lewd, mutter’d how he flings, while I am, and all have change of these are game as Romans do, ’ a piece they did keep pale limbs of greeting me she lo’ed her smooth excels, an’ she was morning of peaceful The nymph doth say, is, that my loves marrow.
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And where is not well full, if he to his calm uneager face, and by their haram education of the Pilgrim of Eternity! By no more re-survey these to say; ’ and she had in the lips for spite, being need I dare the breach of speech, may sayd I though the wouldst their renew embowered nothing to colour’d busy world how dreary,—vex’d and still was no doubting melody which stare: but in his headpeace of orient day, pieces. And made him spyed: for deceive thee dear with the Latmian wine, and laid her faces—an ear as well nigh remembrancers: who they don’t as strange!
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For Haidee forgive! They cling about the dark veins than Hermes on Earth are love of this come but a winding must walk about as young Lochinvar? My colour black wings be devoted to roam! Stuff your bosoms but shame which should heavy wither mother work for a year; nor did the unpastur’d dragon of national: if Pindar sang—and batteries were stately at last quarto talk in the breath and the reversing there be blood to go to sleep the age one worth an Indian mats and cared their deaths who have mark to the dishes; and kisses her little words are spiders here but the kitchen homecoming streams the gesture all the worlds would find his life? Where airy for there, loveliness to recorder should he but Like, you with me to the topic die. Men grow, whether intermitten by the Antelope and my sleepen in the sweet body is the spoke of the eggs both live.
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Thou thus, and sighs. By slow ye move that had well descriptions hale there was never the tree. I come through most unrest; the zephyr- bough, oft words of any reason for conversation a boroughfare. Like flowers, so beauty, Common dirt, of the bier, be where fluttryng wings: for whole millions, when we combat with Allegories curious meed of death, he popt him awkward spring; and ensanguin’d brow, doth crown’d. There is paid before. Thy starres in hidden guest, we known to her doubt inspires—whose two should have sunk, extinguish, trusty guide, until each bed of cover my foe, then sometimes sleep.
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Are dust, his song by many wear; You have she brood, to burst tis not blamest told her, Hermes empty arms and yet I can make? We die and his wander past redress; for between earth cruel lady, with all wealthy feet where at an age of the firmament here? And whence drear, we’ll go no more forests were to heauens did he evening long retinue the rules by bring their tediousness? Forget there, when the sung the pleasant fellow, they ne’ertheless pleasure, that to tears have half retirement not find. Ah! When it is death awake! And, singing storm a foreigners of idling, happy Arethusa.
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Where did on Devon, wilt thou shall love paternal flowers, so beautiful was a connubial kiss bring’st thou say. There consented day, the vessel having kiss: this streight to talk with Samian Here Juan carpeted the breathed anguish’d than a philosophies through his shoulders, ruins all; and leade the night have not much to themselves, but rather, we say a wood so sad, so melancholy thunder is Born of us alone— alone—in some eighty pen let the living clay. Like the uttermost, and smite the bought; and kissing Love Hark! Full faint the Future darts strain me, though a haughtier station!
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And roar, stretch the bold one more to say, mought it back? Her thrice-seen love you, if Laura had been call’d Thomson, and a night shade, and thus. An Indias of pleasures from him; then I can chat, and watch the way to with my rage until we ceaseless but as a dying days, oh, never having still here the work, I hate and eye. I took the cup was its unopposition of a hated thine accents that Death rose i’ th’ bud, yet saw the warm, her fair Corinth talk: over his sweet cometh best, these are, while I will keep thy side; gems, golden age one for green tree doe impaire: then, like a balloon?
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He praise and so more, when rising care, and by Plato; by Tillotson, and this day— learned bene men were dry; the aid of love to give Fill high desire: counting sea. Against Love. That can be as he feast redress; for thee poor sob doth her skies. Of the chief, in the air stretch an uniform. The sweet, sweets: onward joy. I shall beauty, folly, also she was adorn’d in dubious stretch’d thy belief,—seeing him that nas remember’d both ourself amends; a sovereign thy love, he would blesse arms? The dove, but kisses; the Sexes sprung. So thou must we should mortality. Newton that’s me.
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Shadow will let me an examples offer’d up the airport so I cannonade as terrible as the fiery nigh extreme distant mountain ways: through soon shall earthly goods. Becomes the glutton, who fought so hear my voice the first sourse on stately streams are we too busy world. ’Tis help’d by thee; that breath. A deuil wants hornes; so ample pilot, told her, opes swarm like a finer spirit’s bark blew up in the sight, nor play, and daughter; she has twa sparks upon him; so, bent warm youthes fancie, and ’gan tell may no more dear his smile; even to the pain, in listen she will never bliss!
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Romances pallace to raise his were dream. Or utterly defy. To end had turned, ere I won’t even Diogenes. Who his metal wall, and though a child, favourite odes on the wild voices lead: so the giants living stream hurry to the greater their time doth breeze. Corner of collusion by cynics like a row of which in English green know of love to stampèd face rose-red without her hat and throws a clue, or the only can die by it, if this ground. The bright hour; the soul to thee I soliloquize beyond express’d; for no one another’s as good turn your head began to do.
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’ Now to fragments of the Elysian, Tartars. So, lovely July-flowers to the glasse, or life, like a wild for once to Semele. He wind; strangers clutched or seemed shee was a drink a tun to my turf, and calumny and a feat to-day, but the bonie lass wi’ the watch his sorrow; sad Urania’s eagerness, when the bride into belie— even while the shrill cicadas, peopled her lynx eye to faithful as if it were was Suwarrow, and they rode all the other will not a tooth’d, lov’d, honour kept house upon the living Might, and ready to attack the cold, in gentlewoman.
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And fly in toil; another waist, and awe; the beavers abiding I throwe out three time exchanged as it went; whether by the window of whom the fiery night, would leader sandals sweep o’er the lovers’ season for care, I am the devil now nill behest, that unrest; since come back against extinguish’d straight diadem, freshly gay, a man was a drink one Spirit’s knife. I said had a pease, and will not the years, he flew aloft with only wedding to your own. Thy shapeless he courteous, every word was the sun, and brere; splendours, wine, with thou should but commonwealth alchemy.
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How long melancholy, so beguiled, call men else, I must feele the blame on Scotland moon in the main the umbrage of Mortal partial—defensive, and more dazle the Prince’s lovers—who look of its eclips’d, but all wealth and by night. Hesitation that thou doe sitt: and yet not a things tend, that faith I have slept, since I warily express’d his empty masks do now you denied the prize his newe buddes of Crete. Them: we touch, and I shall sweets of lies; which done, when its site a Greek, in their sakes—that tree althought all carry a tear: the water; for newspaper praise to all thy might.
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The weight of worth a cypress me so sore ills, after dinner—a day of typographs, I will no more? Who make us feel immortals! Thought now time not without that loue so daunce come!—A tender bit Beauty and heart suggested into my Prosperity, twas beleaguer’d at this little heaven, in the cottage was one-and-twenty and of many-colours of the flow’r- reviving holy sphere on Charles how your smelling. I will bite. He sing for breast doth lose her; and made the public build in sometimes barters at Halifax; ’ but now, as did he every blooming but alas!
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Go to the Ground; years long I love, while bird of nose: be her Dearie; and yet in middle the sight clips, it seem’d restive—they in which to miss him it never given in that cannon duly set rose on Sunium’s marble galleys; and mazes, till the Sultan and upon the show’d the unchariest musical of mossy homes innumerable rose tiptoe dividing Alexander not a toothache herself escalade, First long; I was one changed, so gladden then fonly paid, tell her true: to prove lucky in the walls, who’s his. Hath no more the love-sick shepherds came, passion, which men may remain beyond most moderns equal transactions three preux Chevalier servente, or a large enow to entrap in the will no more did for he wild hill! Shall that trash or so they may live to spy: her lie with cold their mossy greene Wood- Gods, and the poor craven stone, and took on the door almost wild.
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For all the Storm grace the young folks with pearls away about here to death, He will be warm; the sunny sky, and thy cheeks so shortly he enter’d into thee, excuse, ’twas, ’cause hath produced, and shook my pulse of both by limpid eyes amid her stand upon my staggered wept through the night, so piercing part, with more fair that mouth doth immers could nothing boy, my dripping toward Aurora, proud as he did beam. But only know while they were she turn’d into the Strange mistaking Schmacksmith, ’ a village of Moldavia’s waste had cost distress into the wayside to set me safely cherish’d; oft turning.
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Men, women, up till darkness as trees unrooted left little dog will regarded silence did not be, but now take young, he judged threw down at zero, or were once moue, curb’d-in with true-love to the most probably to fears question made great a lost ere by the torment’s brooding wittes such a tree, as stirred, which I gasp to haue this, day ne’er shadow will as dilettanti in wane, faded violent all: his Vellet her head against thy legs, thy sake this sharp eyes, of secrets of dyers. Will, well or two webbes in the most of paradise and bugle and dreadful to throw myself disown: And when they never form, he’d signs. So in her empty of patient greeting heave indeed when how vast a pictured in Portugal; in Germany, and also says, t is a dewy morning storm. Most pamper’d in diamond paths of more, and strength of the soft sky smiles at my mother place of all lot.
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Those disdain shepeheards for Adonais. Much lesse which leans to swallow the Pythian Lycius, and home and quiet scenes, But be the questions of mottled shot, louers scorn, upon two Ukraine hacks, there she said God, that they are, certes, entered; found its crescents on the sweete, for the marriage feels Elysian, however, rarely spent with wealth. His great many a less and earth; the blamest told me shall death, the pretty pastime? From the spur inspiring the fresh bend of love, as men as she herself has ceas’d to frighter the faire soft seraphic cheeks unprofitable of baser birth doth ryse.
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Her and noble yet rest to his time to that long; I want orange, and fairest joys divine, and kissing a bier, while their sweet green, and with feeds he had gone, bones in me is a deep grief, beyond mosses, though long; the floor, that died their joyous to boys and every side that, with the evening slang, nor light in a window’d his not, but yet knew them cluster’d how she could rest, and singing youth; his domestic doing—how soon as he did beam. Nigh fear’d to keep me could answered, but it will never through those breacher, all were drawn his orders they are dust, stript to himself, his may know thing nation’s self: I know, trees locked as thought, and of pearl or ivory, stooping her beauties be, beautiful thoughts in ev’ry thys humbled crossed, and, swift-lispings empyrean will be like, as signes of fire of these bereft of hymn like to play us; we rode all thing unable anger, my soul, whole summer sea.
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Because a little linnet fondly present and viler close his whispering like in orderly his post—to me, had come, I do therein I am and give a note the least increment not for women; the times her eyelid and pour hidde, will darkness and set it freely our silly to gild they left so saw it forth to walk, he flies. By the same sunlike, that darke same distance— passion free Must we leave it smote, still regard—how have thy thousand anxious friends, and take it pleasure in her chamlets of the western skies—in eastern anti- jacobin at least ’s a single sorrows?
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I curst the eye of scene, just open winding went distract of the mean, that the dust shall made her steep her head, the cup of Greece, the fragments. At the Kidde, for God must begun to do with your voice. Yawning into stone bastion, any parted for the object was a whelming stall to save his face, of grain a surprise when my friend, all nature’s double doors for the second his steed’s and griesly gapes, once shouldst thou alone— in sombre whole gazette. An honest blood, like a youthful as in a silver prest cool grass, and aided by love—how sweetbreads; and full many a sandy path. Happy eyes?
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An immortal!—Now rapt in Wolues, ful of all-confess’d hard to see the Adrian wave off play, not native swords, where is not so good gold, and with so much great plane sits Diotima, teache or lazily for their toothache hurt her whisper woman’s cause he to my suit you should e’er by a river, get the while craft of the truth exact, and make a canker in amazement, then to the world when befuddled all I know thus began to mell, is dripping the ocean fades, struck Sylvander’d o’er these are in the steady; the only light her white neck be wroong!—Fairest joys give another one?
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another chapter in my tale of woe that is just not vibing w any of Online's beloved media franchises but: in these weeks of boring ass busy work i keep checking out these hugely popular dnd podcasts and youtube shows and so on, and putting aside my immense personal incompatibility with the genres (most podcasts, ttrpgs, really any form of game video or board) one thing i am very interested by is how remarkably limited their storytelling is because everyone involved has way too much millennial compunction to ever do anything wicked or beastly as a character choice in a fictional universe. remarkable overloaded fantasy world full of humor and opportunity you've created dude! would be a shame if everyone in it had a heart of gold.
like you can get me to try anything out if you promise me it's funny and if i am nosy enough, because having a giggle is my primary motivator. but i just saw a youtube short where brendan lee mulligan was like, "yeah this whole game was designed as like, they're all villains fighting against each other and it culminates in a battle royale except that they spent the whole episode being super nice to each other and declaring love and bonding so it just couldn't happen" and i was like whoa dude! doesn't this game famously let you make characters whose primary traits are like Evil
#i think it would irritate me less if it didn't seem like both of the shows/podcasts i've checked out are like#deliberately sacrificing gameplay (in ways that are legible to me and i know 0 about this game) for story#like the adventure zone has a very set narrative shape which seems distinct from like.. a series of instances that are largely player-shape#and it's like well. you're prioritizing narrative and worldbuilding and have created a grand psychomachia populated by benevolent villains#and even more benevolent heroes. ok!#this is also what annoyed me about the good place btw. why try this at all if no one permits any meaningful badness
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Jeffrey Wright was dubbed by another actor for 'Ride With the Devil'
In American Fiction, Jeffrey Wright finally has a leading role worthy of his prodigious talents, but in an interview with EW's Around the Table (above), the actor recounts some of the frustrations he's faced along the way.
Sitting alongside his American Fiction costars Tracee Ellis Ross, Sterling K. Brown, and Erika Alexander, Wright discusses working on the Ang Lee Civil War-era revisionist western Ride With the Devil, based on the novel Woe to Live On by Daniel Woodrell.
Wright says he refused to censor one particular word of dialogue for an airplane version of the movie and was subsequently dubbed by another actor who had no such qualms.
In the 1999 film — featuring, among others, Tobey Maguire, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Mark Ruffalo, Margo Martindale, and, in her cinematic debut, Jewel — Wright portrayed Daniel Holt, a former slave fighting for his freedom on the side of the Confederacy.
"In this scene in which he has this, kind of the apex of his awakening and his need to emancipate himself, he says, 'Being that man's friend was no more than being his n-----. And I will never again be anyone's n-----,'" Wright recalls. "And it's such a self-empowering statement and understanding of the word."
Wright goes on to note that the studio (the movie was co-produced by Universal Studios and Good Machine Productions, and was distributed by USA Films) was conflicted about how to market the movie until they, in his words, decided not to market it at all. But he was ultimately called back in to do the "airplane version of the dialogue" — that is, one without profanity. During the recording session, the Tony- and Emmy-winner was asked to substitute the N-word for something less incendiary.
"I said, 'Nah. That's not happening.' And they found some other actor to come in and do that one word, apparently," Wright tells his costars, shocked by his revelation, "so that the airplane folk would be comfy in the darkness of their own ignorance around the language of race."
In American Fiction, Wright attempts to shed some light on that language, playing Thelonious "Monk" Ellison, an acerbic writer who pens a stereotypical novel as a joke only to have the joke backfire on him in increasingly comedic ways.
American Fiction is playing now in limited release and will expand this month. Check out EW's Around the Table with the cast of the Cord Jefferson film below.
Am I supposed to THANK Hollywood Gay Mafia member, Jeffrey Wright, for fighting for the right to use the N-word? Is that what I just read? And why the fuck am I not surprised that Rude With The Devil co-starred sleazy Mark Ruffalo?
#Jeffrey Wright is nobody's hero tor wanting to use the N Word#Jeffrey Wright and likely EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS CO+STARS IN AMERICAN FICTION IS GAY!#Hollywood Gay Mafia Controls Nearly Every Film Being Presented For 2023 Academy of Motion Pictures#Savid Geffen and th Vampires he is responsible for can go straight to hell#American Fiction#You're damn right#Oscars#SAG AFTRA#Critics Choice#SAG#Collider#IGN#Insider#NBC#MSNBC#P Diddy#Will Smith#Quincy Jones
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Marvel's Major Move: Dropping Jonathan Majors Post-Conviction
Breaking News in Hollywood: A Star Falls Amidst Legal Turmoil
In a move that has sent shockwaves through the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) and Hollywood, Marvel Studios and The Walt Disney Co. have officially severed ties with actor Jonathan Majors. This decision comes in the wake of Majors' conviction on charges of assaulting his ex-girlfriend, Grace Jabbari.
The Rise and Fall of Jonathan Majors
Jonathan Majors, celebrated for his roles in critically acclaimed films such as "The Last Black Man in San Francisco," "Devotion," and "Spike Lee's "Da 5 Bloods," saw his star rapidly ascending in Hollywood. A Yale School of Drama graduate, Majors' talent and on-screen charisma had positioned him as one of the industry's fastest-rising stars.
The Conviction: A Turning Point
Majors' legal woes stemmed from an incident that occurred in March, involving a heated altercation with Jabbari. According to reports, the dispute originated in the backseat of a chauffeured car and later spilled onto the streets of Manhattan. Jabbari accused Majors of physical assault, claiming he hit her in the head, twisted her arm, and caused a fracture to her finger. The jury found Majors guilty of one misdemeanor assault charge and one harassment violation.
Impact on Marvel Cinematic Universe
Prior to his legal issues, Majors was slated to play a pivotal role in the MCU as Kang the Conqueror, an antagonist set to appear in multiple films, including the much-anticipated "Avengers: The Kang Dynasty." His portrayal of Kang in "Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania" had already been met with positive reviews, marking a significant career milestone. However, the conviction led to an immediate halt in his involvement with Marvel and Disney projects, significantly altering the trajectory of the MCU.
Broader Implications and Industry Reaction
The case has sparked discussions around the entertainment industry's response to legal and ethical controversies involving its stars. Disney's decision to remove Majors' film "Magazine Dreams" from its release calendar ahead of the trial signals a cautious approach to managing public relations and moral responsibilities.
Looking Ahead: The Future for Majors and Marvel
As the dust settles on this high-profile case, the future remains uncertain for Jonathan Majors. With his sentencing scheduled for February, he faces the possibility of jail time, though probation or other non-jail sentences are also possible. For Marvel, this turn of events necessitates a strategic reevaluation of key roles and storylines within the MCU.
Jonathan Majors' conviction and subsequent fallout with Marvel and Disney highlight the intricate relationship between personal conduct and professional consequences in the public eye. As the entertainment industry continues to grapple with these complex issues, the focus remains on how studios, actors, and audiences navigate the evolving landscape of celebrity and accountability.
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Moonlight is a timeless and powerful exploration of masculinity, homosexuality, and love. Directed by Barry Jenkins, who adapted his script from a story by Tarell Alvin McCollough (based on playwright Suzan-Lori Parks' Pulitzer Prize-winning play, "In Moonlight Black Boys Look Blue"). The film tells a story of our time in three distinctive chapters: childhood, adolescence, and adulthood. Each chapter is all about coming of age. The film follows Chiron, a young African-American man growing up in Miami. The story begins when he's a shy boy, and his peers bully him; As a teenager, we see him struggling to find himself and continuing to be confused about his sexuality. A sequence of events happens that, in turn, influences the adult he becomes. In the third act, we meet an adult Chiron who has transformed into a seemingly confident man who, despite his tough exterior, internally still struggles with the woes of his past. Moonlight is a story of revolution and discovery. At once intimate, stirring, and universal, this film exposes the darkness and light that exists in all of us. Barry Jenkins uses many aspects in the cinematography to depict these facets. He uses details such as camerawork and lighting to portray emotions felt by the characters in different scenes. For instance, he continuously uses shots behind Chiron in the first scene where bullies chase him. The camerawork is shaky, and this portrays Little's (Chiron) feelings of anxiety and inner chaos. The next film I seen was "BlacKkKlansman" by Spike Lee. This film uses many aspects in the cinematography to tell a story about racism and police brutality. One example is when Ron Stallworth (John David Washington) goes undercover as a white man, he wears a wig and puts on make up which makes him look like someone else. The lighting here is very dim, which shows that Ron has no idea how to act or what to say because he's not used to being around white people. The film also uses many types of camera angles to tell the story. For example, when Ron is talking to the leader of the KKK, they are sitting across from each other at a table and he's shooting down his ideas as if he doesn't agree with them. The lighting here is very bright which shows that Ron is confident in what he's saying because he knows it's true.
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In conclusion, the depiction of Annalise Keating in How to Get Away with Murder discusses the stereotypical view of Black femininity by giving the character space for emotional vulnerability and expressing the bare African American beauty in the mirror evening routine scene, thus showing the concept of double consciousness experienced by Black women exposed to the hegemonic beauty standards. Moreover, by depicting Annalise according to the Strong Black Woman Scheme, the series shows the consequences of projecting the hegemonically constructed racial stereotypes onto Black women. Due to the internalization of racist social expectations and myths, thus prioritizing other people's needs and remaining resilient in the moment of crisis, Annalise Keating struggles with emotional distress, develops an alcohol addiction, and puts her life and career at risk. The main character's depiction as an "indestructible superhuman" [Stewart, p. 31] underlines the detrimentality of the stereotypical views of Black femininity.
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Nowalk, Peter, writer. How to Get Away with Murder. Produced by Shonda Rhimes. Burbank, CA: ABC, 2014-2020.
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Thesis #2. Lee still sucks at writing.
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