#Part of it is that I really like singing and that is the ONLY place I can really do it

[thegeekcollective]

Hello? Hello hello?

Uh, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you, I’m finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I’m here to tell you there’s nothing to worry about, Uh, you’ll do fine. So, let’s just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?

Uh, let’s see, first there’s an introductory greeting from the company, that I’m supposed to read. Uh, it’s kind of a legal thing, you know.

Um, “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.” Blah blah blah.

Now that might sound bad, I know. But, there’s really nothing to worry about.

Uh, the animatronic characters here, do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I’d probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they’re left in some kind of free roaming mode at night, uh, something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long? Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too, but then there was The Bite of ’87. Yeah. I-It’s amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Uh, now concerning your safety. The only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won’t recognize you as a person. They’ll pr-They’ll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that’s against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, they’ll probably try to…forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn’t be so bad, if the suits themselves weren’t filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices. Especially around the facial area. So you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort, and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask. Heh. Yeah, they don’t tell you these things when you sign up.

But hey, first day should be a breeze. I’ll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.

To test tumblr’s reading comprehension…

you can do ANYTHING to this post, reblog, add polls, start a fuckin roleplay in the notes, like it, I don’t give a shit.

BUT

you can’t add tags

[kyksbb]

Boyfriend Headcanons

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

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Word Count: 1K

Author's note: Another request, thank you anon! Enjoyyy 🫂🩷

He’s not joking when he says it was love at first sight.

That boy saw you and you knocked the wind out of him. Like, every single cheesy love song suddenly made sense to him. Not that he’s complaining.

“Babe, I saw you, and I was done for.” And he means it. Really means it.

Jude is a serious simp. Like, on another level. No shame though.

He is the sweetest, most thoughtful boyfriend in the world.

He is the type of boyfriend to leave little notes in random places, like in your bag or on the mirror.

“Missed you already” or “You’re my favorite part of the day” in his messy handwriting.

He has your favorite snacks on hand 24/7, tucking them in your bag when you’re not looking. He gets so excited picturing you reaching in later and lighting up.

He’s the biggest tease in the world, not letting a day pass without some good natured ribbing.

Everyone knows he’s extremely competitive. You would think that he would be a gentleman and let you win when you two play games but no. He lost? Oh, he’s pouting until you bribe him with kisses all over his face.

Jude is low-key so overprotective. He keeps you close in a crowd, hand firmly laced with yours.

Also, Jude 100% knows the sidewalk rule. He always makes sure you walk outside of the sidewalk.

He’s the type of boyfriend to show that he cares for you in the smallest ways.

Always peeling the straw for you, sliding the salt over in case you need it during dinner, adjusting your scarf if it’s chilly.

By the way, you only bring your wallet for decoration when you’re out with him. He’s got you covered, period.

He’s the most supportive boyfriend ever. Whatever you’re passionate about, he’s right there. Cheering you on, sending encouraging texts before a big day, asking hundred questions about it.

He’s also the definition of impulsive gift-giver.

You remind him the color of that sweater? He’s already bought it. Found a mug with a cheesy pun you’d love? Done. “Can never have too much,” he says with a smirk.

He’s absolutely obsessed with the bond you have with his family. His parents adore you and he couldn’t be happier about that but, but, truth be told, he finds the fact that you and Jobe are always ganging up on him very annoying.

He’s an actual cuddle monster. Literally. If you’re with him and he doesn’t have his arms wrapped around you, what is he doing?

He swears his arms were “made to hold you,” but he also loves resting his head on your chest, loving when you play with his hair. The little spoon sometimes is his spot.

He says he loves to cook but that is the biggest lie known to a man. He just loves being in the kitchen while you’re cooking. He’ll sing into the spatula, mess with the ingredients, and kiss your neck until you end up doing most of the work.

“Just here for moral support,” he’ll say, grinning while you roll your eyes.

Subtle PDA is his specialty. He doesn’t go overbroad, but he’ll lace his fingers with yours in public, place his hand on your lower back, squeeze your thigh and lean in just close enough to let everyone know you’re his.

Good morning texts, guaranteed. Whether it’s his sleepy face selfie from bed, a quick snap from training, or a random shot of something that reminds him of you, he makes sure you start your day with a smile.

He asks the most random questions at the most random moments. You could be lounging on the couch with him and he’d be like “If animals could talk, which one you reckon would be the rudest?” Or, “Who do you think would win in a dance off, me or my coach?”

You both have tons of inside jokes. Sometimes it takes a one look or a one word and you’re both cracking up uncontrollably.

He is actually obsessed with snapping candid shots of you. Whether you’re laughing with friends, squinting at the menu, or lost in thought, he loves capturing you in your most natural moments.

Jude has this adorable habit of kissing your forehead at the most random times. If you’re talking excitedly about something, he’ll suddenly lean over, press a kiss to your forehead, and say, “I love how passionate you get about this.”

When he does it in public, he’ll pull you close with a slight smirk, like he’s silently telling everyone around just how much he adores you.

He’s memorized exactly how you like your coffee and surprises you with it just the way you like when you’re feeling lazy in the morning.

If you’re still in bed, he’ll bring it to you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder to wake you.

Sometimes, he’ll try to make cute designs in the foam but laugh when they look more like blobs.

He’ll randomly offer you a piggyback ride, even if you’re just walking a short distance. He claims it’s because he’s “keeping you safe” but really just loves carrying you around.

If you’ve had a long day, he’ll give you a piggyback ride all the way to bed, tucking you in with a soft kiss on your forehead and a cheeky, “Lucky I’m here, huh?”

When he’s away, he leaves you cute, funny voice notes throughout the day. They range from “Hey, miss you” to “Guess what I saw today?”

Sometimes, he tries to make up a song about you, laughing through it because he’s making up random lyrics that don’t rhyme.

Whenever you have a small problem, like a squeaky door, a broken lamp, or your favorite necklace clasp breaking, Jude takes it as his personal mission to fix it, even if he doesn’t know how.

He’s ridiculously proud when he finally fixes something and says he’s “earning boyfriend points.”

Jude often talks about the future with you in it. He’ll casually say things like, “When we have a place together…” or “Our future kids would be the cutest,” and then he’ll get adorably shy, rubbing the back of his neck, realizing what he just said.

In conclusion, Jude Bellingham is a huge boyfriend material.

[urno1luv]

IM OBSESSED WITH THE SANA FIC!! can you make a noncon sana x aespamember!reader??

aespa and twice were having a collab and reader was unaware sana had been eyeing her for quite some time now,, any aespa member) points it out and you just shrug, thinking she was trying to look at something else and that u were just in the way, then the rest is u can continue it:)

LOVE THIS IDEA!!! hope u like this ♡

maybe i should've done this in 2 parts bc this is pretty long😔also instead of twice collabing, i did sana x aespa for her mini album🙏

cw: noncon (at the end), power imbalance, implied prostitution?, sana lowkey crazy and distorts things to fit her reality, not proofread so excuse any errors🫶

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The studio is alive with energy, you and the rest of the æspa members huddling around the recording booth. But you feel a different sort of energy prickling at the back of your neck—a pair of eyes that have been fixed on you since you walked in. Sana.

You knew working with someone like her would be intense. She’s a legend, someone you (used to) admire. So when you and the girls found out you would collab with her on her first mini album, you were all amazed. But the way her gaze settles on you, unwavering and almost hungry, isn’t anything like you first expected. Every time you glance up, she’s watching, smiling like she’s found something precious, and the weight of her focus makes it hard to breathe.

Karina also noticed the way Sana was staring at you, and she teased you for it. "Sana-sunbaenim seems to have a little fixation on you'" she says as she nudged you. You glared at your annoying friend, but couldn't help but feel really uncomfortable under her persistent staring.

When you take a break, hoping for a moment’s relief, she’s beside you before you can even take a step away. "You have such a unique voice," she says, voice soft and warm, but somehow possessive. "I've really… like... wanted to sing with you, especially on a project this important to me." Her eyes never leave your face, and you can feel the intensity simmering just beneath her words.

You try to keep your tone light, professional. "Thank you, Sana-sunbaenim. It’s… really an honor," you reply, shifting slightly back. But she doesn’t move, her gaze steady, her fingers brushing your arm in a way that feels too deliberate.

Hours pass, and the session winds down, but Sana’s attention only grows more intense. Every note, every line you sing, she’s there, watching, studying, like you’re the only person in the room. It’s as if she’s trying to memorize every movement, every glance. You try to ignore it, but there’s no escaping the weight of her presence.

Finally, as you gather your things, you feel her hand wrap gently around your wrist. The touch makes your skin prickle. You look up to find her standing close, too close, her eyes dark and unreadable.

“Y/n,” she murmurs, her tone heavy with something you can’t quite place. “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other. There’s… something really special about you.”

A chill slides down your spine. You force yourself to smile, polite and distant. "I… appreciate that, Sana." Your short response to her compliment, slightly seemed to irk her.

Something shifts in her eyes, a hint of darkness. Then she smiles, as if nothing happened. “Oh, of course. I understand. But… I think you’ll come around. You just need time.” Her gaze lingers on your face, studying you in a way that feels intimidating.

You manage to pull your hand away, offering a quick goodbye before leaving the studio. But as you step out into the night air, you can still feel her gaze on you, like a shadow that won’t let you go. And you know, somehow, that this won’t be the last time. The thought sits heavy in your chest, a mix of dread and something darker that you can’t quite shake.

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A few months later, you and the girls got invited to MAMA, a famous award show. The interior is packed, the crowd buzzing with anticipation as you move through the backstage corridors. æspa is up for a big award tonight, in the 'Album of the Year' category, and you should be excited. But there’s a sense of unease that follows you like a shadow, something you haven’t been able to shake since that collaboration weeks ago.

It doesn’t take long before you see her—Sana, dressed elegantly, looking every bit the star she is. She’s surrounded by her group, TWICE, and is chatting with the girls. For a moment, you think she hasn’t noticed you, and relief flutters in your chest. But then, as if she can sense your presence, her eyes find you across the room, and that familiar smile spreads across her face.

You turn away quickly, hoping she’ll take the hint and leave you alone. But the rest of the night, you feel her gaze on you, just as intense as it was in the studio. It’s as if the crowded room only gives her more reason to focus on you.

During a break between segments, you slip away to the makeup room, hoping for a moment of quiet to collect yourself. You’ve barely taken a breath when the door opens behind you, and you freeze, recognizing her reflection in the mirror. She closes the door softly behind her, and the room suddenly feels much too small.

“Y/n,” she murmurs, her voice smooth and familiar. “I didn’t expect to see you alone.”

You try to keep your tone light, unaffected. “Just needed a minute to breathe.”

She moves closer, her eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. “Award shows can be overwhelming, can’t they?” she says, her arm wrapping around your shoulder, in a way that feels like a claim. “But you handle it so well. You always do.”

Her touch is insistent, and you can feel the tension building in the air, thick and heavy. You step to the side, hoping to create some space between you, but she follows, her head leaning down to breathe in your scent, arms trailing back to hold you tighter.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, her tone sweet but laced with something darker. Her eyes are too focused, too sharp, like she can see right through you. “You’ve seemed… distant since the studio. I’ve been waiting to hear from you.”

You swallow, forcing a polite smile. “I’ve just been busy.”

She leans in further, her voice dropping down an octave. “You don’t need to play hard to get, my love. I know you feel it too—this connection between us.” Her arms curl more around your waist, firm, like she’s daring you to pull away.

You take a slow breath, steadying yourself. “Sana, I… I think you might be misunderstanding something.”

For a brief moment, her expression falters, but then the smile is back, sharper this time. “Misunderstanding?” she echoes, her grip tightening more and more. “You can say what you like, but I know the truth. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

She’s close, too close, and you feel trapped under the weight of her gaze. You look down, trying to find the words to end this, but your voice feels small, lost under her intensity.

Just as quickly as she stepped into your space, she lets go, smoothing her dress with a smile that looks almost amused. “Maybe I was wrong,” she says, her voice light, but there’s an edge to it that makes your pulse race. “Or maybe you just need more time.

With one last lingering glance, she turns and leaves, closing the door softly behind her, leaving you alone with the pounding of your heart and a sense of dread that settles deep in your chest.

You take a shaky breath, glancing at your reflection. The unease that Sana left behind lingers, like a shadow that won’t let you go. Somehow, you know this won’t be the last time.

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It’s early evening when the call comes. The company has scheduled a meeting with Sana, they say, per her "requests." You’re tired after rehearsals, and the memory of that encounter at the award show still lingers. The thought of meeting her again, alone, sets off alarm bells in your mind, but your manager insists. “It’s important,” she says. “Just for a couple of hours.”

Feeling dread inside, you find yourself in a car heading to Sana’s apartment, the city lights fading as you get closer. By the time you reach her building, a strange chill has settled over you. You press the intercom, and her voice comes through, warm and familiar, welcoming you up.

The door opens, and there she is, dressed casually but with that same piercing look in her eyes. She smiles, stepping aside to let you in, and the door clicks shut behind you. The air feels heavy, charged with something unspoken, and the silence stretches as you walk inside. Her apartment is elegant, understated, but something about it feels too intimate, too personal.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she says, gesturing to the living room. You settle on the couch, but her gaze never leaves you, following your every movement. You tell yourself to focus, and keep things professional, but there’s a strange energy in the air, something tense and unyielding.

Sana sits beside you, too close, her knee brushing against yours. “I’m glad you came,” she murmurs, her voice soft but laced with something darker. “I’ve missed you.”

You shift uncomfortably, trying to keep your tone polite. “So, what exactly did you need help with?”

She only smiles, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. “I think you know what you're here for, doll.” she whispers, leaning closer, her hand resting on your thigh. You try to get up, but she holds your shoulder, making a noise of disapproval.

“Sana,” you say, your voice wavering, “I… I don't do that... stuff.”

Her smile fades, replaced by something colder. “You don’t have to act clueless anymore. It's fucking repulsive.” You feel trapped, unable to look away from her gaze.

The room feels smaller, the air heavy and suffocating. You try to stand, to put some distance between you, but she pulls you back down again. “You don’t need to be afraid,” she whispers, her voice unrelenting. “I’ll make sure you understand… how much you mean to me.”

There’s an intensity in her words, a finality that makes your heart pound. You try to pull away, to find the words to end this, but they feel caught in your throat. Her grip tightens, her gaze dark and unwavering.

"Please, Sana.... stop it!!" your voice gets higher in pitch as she stands up and drags you, strangely full of strength. She pushes you against a wall, your back absorbing the force of it. Sana snarls at you, her eyebrows furrowed. "The quicker you let me do this, the quicker you can run back home to your little friends, got it?"

You sob, as you realise what you were really sent over to her apartment for. You were just a tool to gain more power and leverage in the industry.

By the time you leave her apartment, the world feels different, the weight of her filthy, nauseating presence still heavy on your skin. You walk out into the cool night air, but there’s no relief, no escape from the feeling that something has changed forever.

Sana's fingers roughly entering your pussy as you beg her to stop only turns her on further, her own panties getting soaked. She pulls them out slowly, then tastes them, moaning. "How could I resist you, Y/n? You taste so good." Sana undoes her belt, to reveal a strap, the tip jumping up to touch her stomach. You squeal as you feel her shove it in, your voice hoarse from begging. Sana groans as she begins fucking you, her hand pushing your back inwards to create an arch, other hand wrapped around your throat. You can feel her eyes scanning up and down your back, and whine as she suddenly tightens her grip on your neck, her rings digging into you.

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[btsqualityy]

Y.O.U (Years Of Us), Chapter 8: "Have a nice life".

Jimin x half black/half Korean OC

Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff

Summary: Kamaria has a run in with Hye-ja, Jimin pops up, and Kamaria and Taemin talk business.

Warnings: masturbation

WC: 2.4K

Song Of The Chapter: Loving Me 4 Me-Christina Aguilera

Two Years Ago

Jimin shuffled down the hallway of his house, rubbing at his eyes as he followed the sound of Kamaria's voice from where it was flowing from the kitchen. When he got to the archway that separated the kitchen from the large dining room, he smiled to himself as he watched her sing some lyrics that he had never heard before.

"Your lips, your eyes, your smile, your kiss, I must admit, it's a part of me," Kamaria sung. "You please me, complete me, filling me like a melody."

Jimin leaned against the archway, admiring how gorgeous she looked. She must've written whatever she was singing the night before because she was dancing around to it as if she already knew the melody to it, which she more than likely did. She was clad in one of his t-shirts with boy shorts on underneath and if he knew her the way he knew he did, she didn't have a bra on. Her hair, which was in braids, was piled on top of her head and she had a scarf on, which made him chuckle since he recognized it as one of his merch items from years ago.

"Your soul, your flow, your youth, your truth is simply proof we were meant to be," Kamaria continued. "But the best quality that's hooking me is that you're loving me for me."

Jimin chose to sneak up behind her then, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and she instantly leaned into him. He loved it when she did that, it showed him how comfortable she was around him.

"That's beautiful," he murmured deeply, in lieu of a "good morning". "You write that last night?"

"After we had sex," she replied with a nod. "I couldn't sleep after because this melody got stuck in my head."

"The lyrics you were just singing, is that how I make you feel?" Jimin wondered and he hugged her tighter when she placed her hands on his forearms.

"They are," she confirmed. "You know how I feel about you."

"I don't know, I might need a reminder," he joked, making her smack her lips as she turned around to face him.

"You're everything to me," Kamaria stated honestly.

"You're everything to me too, Bubs," he whispered before kissing her passionately.

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A few days later, Kamaria smiled as she posed for pictures , standing outside of Eclair which was the flagship store where one of her close friends, Kwon Hyeri, was celebrating the grand opening. Kamaria had been trying to stay out of the press since 'Taming' was still receiving pretty significant media attention but Hyeri had been designing clothes for Kamaria basically since her debut so she wanted to show her support.

"Kamaria, over here!" The paparazzi shouted and Kamaria instantly turned her head, her smile bright as she posed with her hands folded in front of her and her legs crossed. Unlike most celebrities, Kamaria didn't outright hate the paparazzi. Of course, they could be privacy invading jerks at their best and despicable, life ruining assholes at their worst but Kamaria did her best to really only acknowledge them at public events and so far, that had seemed to work out in her favor.

"Thank you," Kamaria said, bowing lightly to them before she walked off of the carpet and into the store, where all of the guests that had been invited to the grand opening where mingling around, talking and looking over the pieces of clothing that were for sale.

"Kam!" Hyeri shouted as she rushed up to her and Kamaria grinned widely as she hugged her friend tightly. "I'm so glad you were able to make it!"

"How could I not?" Kamaria chuckled. "I owe you so much."

"I'm the one who owes you," Hyeri shook her head. "It's thanks to the publicity from you wearing my designs that I was even able to open the store."

"Hey, your talent is the one to thank in that case," Kamaria replied. "I'm proud of you, seriously."

"Thanks," Hyeri beamed. After grabbing a glass of champagne, Kamaria milled around the store, making small talk with different idols and actors and actresses that she was familiar with.

"Well, if it isn't Choi Minali," a voice called out and Kamaria looked over to see Hye-ja smiling at her.

"Hey-ja-ssi," Kamaria smiled, albeit tightly. "How are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?" Hye-ja wondered.

"Good, good," Kamaria nodded. "Just came to support Hyeri."

"She dresses you, right?"

"For things like my music videos and tours, she'll usually make me something custom, yeah," Kamaria confirmed. "What about you?"

"Oh, I wore one of her gowns in a film of mines and I've been trying to get her on retainer ever since," Hye-ja joked, making Kamaria laugh. "I'm so glad she finally decided to have some faith in herself and open an actual store, though."

"Same here," Kamaria agreed. Suddenly, a photographer came up to them and smiled politely.

"Do you two mind taking a photo together?" He wondered.

"Of course not," Hye-ja shook her head before turning to look at Kamaria. "Ok?"

"Sure," Kamaria nodded. Hye-ja moved to stand next to her then, and they both smiled brightly as the photographer snapped the photo.

"Beautiful," he complimented. "Thank you." Hye-ja waited until the photographer walked away before she turned around and smiled at Kamaria.

"So, can I tell you something?" She wondered and Kamaria shrugged before nodding.

"Go ahead."

"Stay the fuck away from my husband," she spit and Kamaria's eyebrows instantly rose as she looked at the other woman.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, despite what my looks might have you thinking, I'm not some stupid, spoiled actress," Hye-ja stated firmly. "I know that you're the reason why Jimin hasn't been wearing his wedding ring."

"I have no idea why Jimin's not wearing his wedding ring," Kamaria scoffed. "That literally has nothing to do with me."

"Yeah, right," she rolled her eyes. "You heard what the fuck I said."

"You know, since we're sharing tidbits of information, you should probably know that I don't like being threatened," Kamaria fumed lowly. "And if you were smart, you might wanna ask your husband what exactly I do to people who threaten me."

Hye-ja either was shaken by that statement or she had the good sense to pretend that she was because the fire that had been in her eyes subsided and Kamaria could tell that it was replaced by slight apprehension.

"Have a good rest of your night," Kamaria smiled falsely before turning around and walking away.

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Later that night, after making it back home, Kamaria had managed to take off her dress, shower and put on her pajamas before a knock sounded at her front door. Walking up to the door, she paused to check the security camera and she could instantly tell that it was Jimin, even though he had clearly tried to disguise himself by wearing a fedora and a trench coat.

"Right on time," Kamaria muttered to herself as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Fuck do you want, Jimin?"

"Damn, hello to you too," he chuckled.

"Oh excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm not in the best mood because I ran into your wife tonight and she fucking threatened me," Kamaria rushed out.

"Hye-ja?" Jimin chuckled. "She threatened you?"

"What reason would I have to fucking lie, Jimin?"

"Never said you were lying," he instantly replied, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, it's hard to imagine Hye-ja threatening someone."

"Yeah, well she did and you better warn the little bimbo bitch to not do it again because next time, I'm going to fuck her up," Kamaria stated firmly. "And you know I will."

"Ok, ok," Jimin nodded. "I'll talk to her and I'm sorry that she did that."

"What did you even come over here for anyways?" Kamaria wondered.

"Came to get my ring," he said and Kamaria nodded tersely.

"Wait here." She walked away from the door, going into her kitchen and grabbing the ring from where it had been sitting on the counter before walking back to the front door and dropping it into Jimin's waiting hand.

"Why haven't you called me?" He wondered as he pushed the ring back onto the fourth finger on his left hand.

"There's nothing for us to talk about," Kamaria shrugged. "What happened that night was a mistake. Nothing more, nothing less."

"You sure about that?"

"More than sure," she nodded. "Just needed a distraction." Jimin's eyes widened at hearing her refer to what they shared that night as a distraction and he couldn't help the scowl that appeared on his face.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Hye-ja came to me and said she's finally ready to have a baby," Jimin told her, wanting to hurt her the way that she had hurt him. Admittedly, that statement did hurt Kamaria and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"Great, then you don’t need me. Congratulations," she spat harshly. "Have a nice life". Jimin didn't even get a chance to respond before door was slamming shut in his face that was sounded by a loud kick from the other side of the door, which made him flinch in his spot.

"God damn it," they both whispered to themselves.

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A week later, Kamaria had done her best to just move on with her life. She was trying to focus more on writing the album and getting that done, and she was finding it surprisingly easy to write. Apparently, heartbreak's an amazing motivator. Who would've thought?

Kamaria was broken out of her thoughts by her black escalade pulling up in front of a well known restaurant in Seoul called Harbour. Once the truck pulled to a stop, she waited until her security opened the door and she hopped out, being careful of her skirt as she quickly rushed into the building.

Raising her sunglasses up from her eyes and setting them on top of her head, Kamaria glanced around the room until she locked eyes with another pair of brown ones, making her grin widely.

"Tae," she grinned, rushing over and Taemin only had enough time to stand up before she threw herself against him, hugging him tightly.

"Hello, my love," he greeted her, gently squeezing her waist and she pulled back a little bit from the hug so that she was able to look up at him.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she apologized and Taemin instantly shrugged.

"Forget it," he replied. "I haven't been waiting long. Here, sit down." He moved over to pull her chair out for her and once she was sitting, he moved back to sit down in the chair across the table from her. "How are you? Like, really?"

"I'm ok, Tae," she assured him. "I was a little depressed because of my mom but I'm coming back out of it alright."

"Good," Taemin murmured. "I know we don't talk as much but I do still worry about you."

"I know," she nodded, putting one of her hands out on the table and Taemin instantly reached his out and intertwined their fingers. "I appreciate it, honestly."

"Don't distract me," Taemin said suddenly with a smile, squeezing her hand before letting it go which made Kamaria laugh. "We came here to discuss business."

"You're right," she sighed. "So, I've been working on my newest album and I wrote a song called If I Could Tell You. While I was working on it, I was trying to envision who would sing the other part and all I could think of was you."

"Well, I have always thought our voices harmonize insanely well together," Taemin spoke up. "Would you mind if I looked at the lyrics too, maybe have some input?"

"Of course not," Kamaria shook her head. "I think that would make it more tangible, you know?"

"Believable," Taemin chuckled in understanding. "I'll do it."

"Wait, that easily?" Kamaria gasped softly.

"Well, the company is more than enthusiastic about it and people have been trying to get us to do a song together for years now so I know our fans will probably enjoy it," he explained.

"I just thought with everything you have going on right now, you might be too busy."

"When have I ever been too busy for you?" Taemin wondered and Kamaria couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face.

"Just so you know, I only want to do the song with you," she acknowledged. "Nothing else."

"Are you sure? I know you remember how good it was in that bathroom in Gangnam, and every other time," he smirked.

"You also know how good it was and still is," Kamaria shot back, making Taemin chuckle.

"Don't I know it?" He muttered wistfully. "It's the stuff my dreams are made of." The warmth that flowed over Kamaria's cheeks stayed there for the rest of their lunch together and even as they walked out of the restaurant together, she still couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye exactly.

"Should've known the dozens would descend at some point," Kamaria huffed, nodding with her head at the small group of paparazzi that had gathered outside of Harbour.

"They must've heard the prettiest songbird had decided to grace us all with her presence," Taemin complimented her and Kamaria rolled her eyes playfully.

"I'll call you soon to set up a session, ok?"

"I'll be waiting," he promised, grabbing one of her hands and giving it a gentle squeeze.

.........................................................

"Fuck," Kamaria moaned as she ran her fingers over her clit in a small circle, her other hand pinching her nipple as she pushed herself towards her peak. If Kamaria were being honest with herself, just being around Taemin always made her wet and not acting on it only further drove her crazy.

There had always been this nameless quality that Taemin had that just seemed to pull Kamaria to him. She wasn't sure if it was his unyielding sense of innocence, his cheesy jokes, his heavenly voice or even his beautiful fucking face. All she knew was that Taemin always made butterflies flutter around her stomach, and she didn't mind that at all.

"Shit," she hissed, her back arching up off the bed. "I'm gonna, gonna, fuck! Tae!" Her climax crashed down onto her at that moment, her thighs becoming slick as she slowly rubbed the last edges of her orgasm out.

"Holy fuck," she huffed as she flopped back against her pillow. "I don't how the fuck I'm gonna make it through these recording sessions."

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Tag List: @dunixxd @namaslaylife @shabbamadapot  @canarystwin @moonstar127

[discordiansamba]

his little flame sputters and dies.

he forces everyone to leave. he digs his fingers into his hair, trying to make sense of this- but he only ever comes around to one option.

katara is telling the truth.

but if katara's telling the truth, then it means everything he knows about himself is a lie. it means his father isn't his father. it means his mother never existed. it means he doesn't exist. but no matter how hard he tries to wrap his head around that idea, it just refuses to budge. he knows katara has to be telling the truth- that's he's been brainwashed.

but when he wakes up the next morning and looks at himself in the mirror, the only person he sees in his reflection is lee. he also looks like a wreck- his eyes are red and puffy. he never unbraided his hair last night, so it's sticking out in all kinds of ways. the growling of his stomach reminds him that he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday morning.

he cleans himself up. he braids his hair. he puts on earth kingdom green. he is not lee of ba sing se, son of yuna and lan-wei. that person does not exist. but he's certainly not prince zuko, either. at least lee is someone that he knows. he inhales. exhales. he needs to make something to eat.

he can't let this destroy him.

katara ends up joining him. he makes food and tea for them both, and finds himself calming down further as he does so. he doubts prince zuko knew how to cook, or make tea for that matter. lee does it as naturally as he breathes. the owner would always say that her tea shop would be in good hands, if lee were willing to take it over.

lee wishes he could. so what if he used to be someone else? he's lee now. would it really be so bad if he stayed this way? he doesn't want to go back to serve princess azula, knowing what he knows now, but... he could go back to his life in ba sing se. he's not sure he can forgive father, but he's eighteen. old enough to live independently.

he asks katara what his father did to him.

katara tells him. she'd told him before, but he hadn't believed her.

she doesn't know the full details either, she admits. but she knows that lan-wei changed him. it's not just that he made him forget his past identity as zuko- he's molded him into someone completely new. lee has his own past. his own personality, entirely separate from prince zuko's. there might be some overlap in places, but otherwise he's a new person entirely.

"is that why i still feel like lee?" he asks.

"that's part of it," katara says, "-but I think... I think your mind's begun to adapt to being brainwashed. it's so different from a joo dee's."

lee's brow furrows. he asks her what she means. she tells him that when they'd freed him from princess azula, she'd checked his mind. she'd already freed countless people- joo dees, she called them- from brainwashing after the end of the war, and she could tell right away that their minds had been manipulated.

but lee's mind? if she hadn't already known, she might not have have guessed. she had to look a lot harder to find it. the brainwashing he was made to endure was far more thorough than anything the joo dees ever experienced- and happened a lot more frequently too, she's willing to bet. his mind probably tried to protect itself at first, but at some point it just... gave up.

it stopped resisting, and started adapting.

"so," lee's brows furrowed, "-is that why I don't feel brainwashed?"

katara nods. you have the free will to make your own choices. it's just that those choices are being informed by an entirely new personality, and backed by an entirely new set of memories that he didn't have before. that was lan-wei's goal, she thinks. to perfect a form of brainwashing that was ultimately self-sustaining.

"...but I can't stay this way," lee asks, "-can I?"

katara looks at him. she asks if he wants to. lee bites his lip- and then slowly nods. yes. he wants to stay as lee. but he knows that's just because he can't imagine himself as anyone other than lee. he thinks about fire lord iroh. about the sad way he told him that he reminded of his nephew.

he wants to talk to him.

he tells katara that. she blinks- and then smiles at him. okay. she can arrange that. we can put off any decisions until then. lee just kind of stares at her. it's like she's presenting staying this way as an actual option. wasn't the whole point of bringing him here to make him zuko again?

"it was," katara says, "...but I think you should be able to decide what you want for yourself, lee. otherwise we wouldn't be any better than lan-wei. if you want to go back to being zuko, that should be your choice. and if you want to stay as lee...

...you should have the right to do that, too."

lee doesn't know what to think.

he doesn't understand why lady mai is here. he wants to say that katara manipulated her in the same way she wants to manipulate him- except. katara's been here the entire time. he knows that for a fact. another waterbender, then?

but lady mai had said they couldn't even do that.

he didn't understand. lady mai was one of princess azula's close friends, but according to her, the princess had been lying to him. and katara... katara was telling the truth. he closes his eyes, thinking back to the way lady mai would always watch him out of the corner of her eyes. to their occasional morning tea sessions together. if lady ty lee had always been friendlier to him than someone of his lowly station deserved, then lady mai had always been aloof and proper.

and sometimes, lee realized, she looked at him with pity.

he doesn't understand. it doesn't make sense. if princess azula was lying to him, if what katara and lady mai say is true, then...

...no. it can't be true. it doesn't feel true. katara says his father was the one who brainwashed him, but lee loves his father. his father loves him. he's always been proud of him. that feeling can't be fake, can it? it feels real. he closes his eyes for a moment. tries to imagine himself being prince zuko, the banished prince of the fire nation.

he can't.

there's a knock on his door. he doesn't know why he opens it, but they're all standing out there. he stares at them, wondering what they see then they look at him. who they see. when he looks at himself in the mirror, the only person he's ever seen reflected back at him is himself- is lee. but have they ever seen him that way?

"sit down," lady mai instructs, "-I'm going to prove everything to you right now."

lee moves, almost mechanically. the way he expects a brainwashed person would move. he doesn't move that way. he sits on the ground, cross-legged like lady mai tells him to. she tells him to close his eyes and hold out his hands. to time his breathing with hers. he asks what they're doing.

she tells him he's going to firebend.

"this is the way they test for it in the fire nation," lady mai says, "-close your eyes. focus inward. find your inner flame and bring it out."

this is stupid, lee thinks. he's not a firebender. but if he does what she says and can't firebend, then he'll know they're all lying to him. that he's not some fire nation prince. that he's lee. maybe once he proves that to them, they'll let him go home.

he wants to go back to ba sing se so badly.

lee draws in and lets out a deep breath. he concentrates inwards. he has no idea what an inner flame is even supposed to be. he's always felt a warmth in his chest, though. he concentrates on that, and then... how would he even bring it out?

he hears katara and sokka suck in a breath.

lee's eyes flutter open. there's a tiny flame flickering in his palms.

"congratulations," lady mai says, "-you're a firebender, zuko."

lee barely hears her. he can only stare at the flame in horror. he's a nonbender. he's earth kingdom. he shouldn't be able to firebend. this is impossible. this has to be a trick, his mind whispers to him. you know who you are. you're lee, son of lan-wei and yuna. you're from ba sing se. you're a tea server.

...was he?

[prolibytherium]

I'm a full supporter of criticism against car culture but I am also hopelessly addicted to Car. I literally love driving my car to various places and listening to music. Will intentionally take longer routes just to make it last. Wasting tons of gas money. Needlessly emitting CO2. Salting the earth beneath the thundering hooves of my Toyota Corolla. Highlight of my fucking day

[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

Me, reading my third Trojan war retelling this year: maybe this time Iphigenia and Hector won’t die

[weptsorrow]

“ mmh— ” he groaned, scrunching up his face as till's palm came into contact with it. he did end up half-rolling off of his lap, though not quite, given that lack of force applied. this has left ivan in a strange, awkward position, that he really tried to do nothing about. if this was one of the last few days they had to just be together, then he saw no reason to not act a little silly.

“ alright, alright, ” he conceded eventually, waving his hands around a little. “ listen to me, then? ” a faint smirk played at his lips, gently turning his head to once more look up at till. “ tell me what you think. ” once he'd gotten his answer, he finally rolled off his friend's lap completely, and sat back on his heels, one hand placed over his chest before he began to sing.

and just like that, the first round was over. he... knew the outcome for the loser wouldn't be pretty, but, well. there was something to be said about such a clean shot. straight through the neck— similar to what he's seen in his guardian's line of work. it was perhaps the splatter of blood staining all of mizi's face that was the biggest shock to him. he couldn't quite imagine how that must've felt.

how foolish of you, sua, he thought, shaking his head as her dead body dropped to the ground, mizi's own, devastated form following soon after. i tried to warn you, he reminisced of their little chat that they had just prior to the competition. he remembered her quite shaken by his words, so perhaps he'd held a little hope that she'd be better than this. and yet...

he supposed it proved useful, if only a tad. it gave him an idea that... if he were to stand against till later— he'd have to go about it a little differently. ensure less of a shock... even if it didn't really matter; the man would move on from him quickly anyway. mizi got to live, and he knew how much till liked that girl. so as far as ivan was concerned, everything was just fine right now. hopefully she would win her next round, while till would win all of his and then... well, who knows.

the more rational part of him could see till sacrificing himself in the same way for mizi to live. would ivan be alright with that? no, of course not. selfishly, he wanted till to get out of this entire charade alive. but there was only so much he could do if he'd already been planning on forfeiting his own chance at survival in order to ensure till's own. after that, he could do nothing more, but hope. believe.

he shook his head, arms crossed as the pods that they were kept in to watch began to move, transporting the survivors to the backstage in order to begin preparation for round 2, that was just due. it was till's turn, according to the lineup.

“ hey, ” he was quick in finding the fair-haired male. “ how are you holding up? ” while ivan remained apathetic to it all, and perhaps he should've been more worried about mizi's wellbeing, he was more interested in ensuring he at least exchanged a few words with till before he'd be sent on stage.

  ��� ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no  matter  how  expected  his  response  was,  annoyance  still  coloured  till’s  face  at  it.  a  flicker  of  irritation  tugged  at  sharp  features.  always  unbothered  —  he  sort  of  wished  ivan  would,  at  the  very  least,  hesitate  in  his  answer.  even  just  a  pause,  anything  to  show  a  crack  in  that  frustratingly  calm  exterior.  then  again,  the  black-haired  man  was  popular  among  their  peers  and  segyein.  ivan  had  an  undeniable  magnetism,  a  way  of  carrying  himself  that  seemed  effortless,  unfair.  on  top  of  that,  he  was  also  just talented.  sure,  till  was  good  enough  at  messing  around  with  a  guitar,  but  in  the  end,  it  was  just  that  —  messing  around.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎he  already  knew  his  talents  paled  in  comparison  to  those  of  his  peers.  he’d  need  to  do  more  to  make  it  past  each  round,  to  earn  the  opportunity  to  face  off  against  mizi.  something  aggressive.  he’d  need  to  take  his  opponent’s  entire  chance  away.  when  all  ivan  needed  to  do  was  sing.  it’s  no  wonder  he  isn’t  nervous.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎with  a  sigh,  till  brings  his  hand  down,  pushing  the  head  on  his  lap  to  face  away  —  almost  trying  to  shove  him  off,  just  without  all  of  the  usual  force.   ❛❛   i’ve  practised  enough  ❜❜  comes  his  grumble,  low  and  edged  with  frustration,  the  words  tumbling  out  like  a  confession  he  didn’t  mean  to  make. 

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ he  looks  down  now  that  black  hues  aren’t  staring  back. till  wouldn’t  really  mind  playing  some  more,  but  they  don’t  even  know  which  songs  will  be  assigned  to  who  yet,  not  even  who  will  be  up  against  who.  at  the  risk  of  cheating  or  fights  breaking  out,  those  details  are  released  on  the  night  of  the  first  four  rounds. 

[inniave]

posting music is scary but i'm going to keep at it because otherwise i don't think i'll ever release anything at all and at some point i *do* want to actually put together a project For Realsies so i gotta get over my fear but damn this fears got hands 😭

[arionawrites]

1. it’s my 24th birthday today, so my goal of being published by the time i’m 25 is now a one year looming monster, but i never specified what kind of published and am currently looking in various literary magazines that are recommended for writers who have yet to be published, so i’m surprisingly confident that i can make it work? and tbh even if whatever i write isn’t officially published before my 25th birthday, if i have someone in the process of being published then i’ll be happy!! no matter what though, i’m gonna try to be proud of myself for at least giving it my best shot!!

2. i honestly love that my birthday is on the ides of march because the ides of march meme shitposting is only a thing on tumblr but it also being my birthday makes it easier to like. be excited about the ides of march outside of tumblr. like even in person i can be like “it’s my birthday! i’m an ides of march babe (:” and if someone is like oh what’s that? or if they say something along the lines of oh like julius caesar? i can be like yep!! and even if it’s a small thing outside of tumblr it brings me immense enjoyment and amusement being able to bring it up off of tumblr

3. transportation situation has been very rough since june 2023 when i totalled my car, my gap insurance are being assholes and i ended up putting my foot down on the phone with them yesterday which i’m pretty proud of because i am NOT a confrontational person (something i’ve been working on this past year, so seeing some improvement with my ability to hold my ground and not be a pushover yesterday was very cool!!) i was told i’d get a response from them by friday next week no matter what, and if i don’t then friday of next week i will continue to wreak havoc upon them. but my moms car which i’ve been using since my accident broke down yesterday, hopefully it’s fixable but my parents were saying it might be done for, so trying to think of how i’m gonna get to work next week is kind of stressing me out lmao, but for now i’m just gonna focus on enjoying my birthday the best i can because i don’t want to start off being 24 with an overwhelming anxiety for something that won’t be a potential issue until monday. plus i already messaged my boss today to let her know that i’m going to do everything i can to make it work out but just so she’s in the loop and knows of the potential of me not being able to make my morning shifts (one of my coworkers said she’s more than happy to give me a ride for our afternoon shifts which does help relieve some of the stress!) and i told her i’d let her know for sure sunday so that if necessary she can have time to figure out someone to fill in for me in the mornings!

overall: life is weird and i ended being 23 yesterday with a shitty situation but a positive outlook and i am going to enjoy my first day of being 24 no matter what because honestly i fucking earned it. happy friday everyone, i hope it’s a good day for you and me both!

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 29

“Evil Like Me” by Kristin Chenoweth & Dove Cameron for Disney's Descendants OS

[echoesofadream]

IM GONNA KILL MYSELF I DIDNT KNOW JUNGKOOK CHNAGED IT INTO HER FOR THE RAP PARTS I MAKE HER NEVER THINK ABOUT CHAEATING. I really thought he sang him. changing pronouns of a lyric is all the bad things about civilization and society and heteronormative and homophobic (bc if youre that fucking scared of being perceived as gay that you have to change the song) and like kind of praxis of affirming your gender so strongly like you have to sing from a “males/females” perspective (which is homophobic too that the male perspective sings about woman and vice versa) so disappointed in you jungkook !!!!!!! you made a girl so happy when I thought you sang I make him never think about cheating! it fit you so well boy 

besides men are the ones who cheat so it doesnt even make sense

[syncrovoid-presents]

Random thoughts: Can't wait until I move again next year back to the valley. Super excited for all our local festivals and celebrations!! Sadly they dont happen where I am now, no one even has heard of them.

Big L to these folks they don't know the freedom of trading skills and the fresh sea and local wildlife. Or celebrating just to celebrate. Where are the get togethers? Where are the potlucks? The community? The rules of politeness and friendliness are different here and it's strange how friendly from the valley is seen as overextending yourself here.

Also I can't wait to see the mechanical riding bull at the various ocean creature festivals we do! Also no one does any cèilidh here? It is strange and interesting and folks around this city (very far fromthe valley) are different? But I am acclimating, although I still am looking forward to going back too

[hippophobia]

i used to think a lot of those “one time i dreamt” posts were made up for likes but i just woke up from the most vivid dream involving a supernatural and glee crossover special promoting getting vaccinated that was sponsored by sprite. what the fuck. i’m so sorry i ever doubted you guys. what the FUCK.

[haarute]

reading posts about people noticing things that you do being its own form of love, and then thinking that the thought of being perceived at all is actually terrifying to me because i cannot imagine a situation where that wouldn't be a criticism of my person. and the realization that this is not supposed to be the case is wild to me lmao.

[celestial-kestrel]

It's that time of year again where Mari Lwyd starts to be talked about and shared around and an INCREDIBLY misleading post gets shared a lot. As someone who grew up with Mari Lwyd I wanted to clear some things up.

Also hello, if you are unaware who Mari Lwyd is. This is about the Welsh tradition of the horse skull who visits houses during the Christmas to New Years period in Wales asking for alcohol.

First off and probably the most important one:

Mari Lwyd is not a cryptid!

I can not emphasise this enough. She. Is. Not. A. Cryptid. There is no story or mystery about a ghost or zombie horse roaming the Welsh valleys. She's not even supposed to be a ghost or a zombie. It's just a horse skull on a stick with a guy under a sheet. She's a hobbyhorse and a folk character used to tell Welsh stories and keep songs alive. When people spread the misinformation that she's a cryptid, it's the equivalent of saying Kermit the Frog is a cryptid.

She is actually only one character in a wider cast of characters who go door to door or, in more modern times, pub to pub. The cast of characters can change town to town and village to village but there are some common ones I see time and time again. The Leader, the Merryman, The Jester and The Lady are just some I see regularly. Punch and Judy used to be more popular a few years ago but I haven't seen them in a while as their tradition has mostly fallen out of popularity. In most cases, almost the whole cast will be played by men. Even the characters are considered and referred to as female. Though this again depends and varies by which group is partaking in the Mari Lwyd tradition.

This point also goes onto my second point,

Mari Lwyd does not rap.

I think this comes from a very common misunderstanding of what rap is vs spoken word. Rap is a very specific style of music originating from the African American communities of the USA and has it's own structure and motifs unique to it. It's a lot more complex than people give it credit for as a style of music and just flippantly assign anything similar to it as being rap. If someone is talking fast or reciting poetry, it is not rap. Or anything that is an exchange of words between two people is not a rap battle. Mari Lwyd does not do rap, actually something that gets left out of these posts is the fact Mari Lwyd does not even speak. It's actually the Leader, who does all the speaking and song based banter between the house/pub owner for entry. Mari Lwyd just clicks her mouth, bites people and bobs her head around.

I think Mari Lwyd is a really beautiful and unique part of Welsh culture. She's not actually as wildly celebrated as a lot of the posts make her out to be. Actually, I think most Welsh people themselves learn about Mari Lwyd through the internet as well. Her popularity is increasing thanks to the drive of local groups wanting to keep the traditions alive and a renewed desire to document Welsh traditions before they're gone. Which is why it's such a shame that she's turned into something she's not to earn horror points on the internet. I think this is why it bothers me so much to see the misunderstandings of the culture and the folk tradition. Mari Lwyd's origin is very hot debated as well as how long it's been going on for. But I think it's thanks to a lot of traditions like this that the Welsh language and our stories weren't lost forever. Welsh culture is recovering as is the language. But it's still in a very fragile place. I think it's why it's important to document and correct information when it's spread.

Anyway, if you want to see the tradition in action, here's a lovely video from the Cwmafan RFC going to one of the pubs for charity. It includes the song exchange with the pub owner for entry and the whole pub singing and joining in once Mari Lwyd and the rest are inside.

As well with another video from St Fagan's showcasing the more traditional and door to door form with the larger cast.