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hungermakesmonsters · 29 days ago

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(It Is) What It Is

Chapter Seven

Plot Summary : When Billy Russo realises that there is a certain class of wealthy clients who refuse to contract with Anvil because of his playboy reputation, he decides to alter their perception of him. You’re just a down on your luck PA, just trying to get by so when Billy offers to pay you to pretend to date him, you can’t refuse. But the last thing you expect is for Billy to pull you into his secret world of lust and debauchery.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Very minor smutty mention at the end. There will be smutty themes throughout the story. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : 5.5k

A/N : Oh hello, hi, it's me the person who can't follow her own chapter plan... 😅

Master List

Chapter Seven

You’d felt a strange sort of giddiness after Billy had dropped you off at home, though you couldn’t rightly say why. Exhaustion, hangover, or maybe it was the thought of having dinner with him on Sunday. Whatever it was, you looked forward to it, from the moment he called on Saturday evening, to the very moment you were standing outside the restaurant he’d picked.

When he’d told you that you didn’t have to dress up for dinner, you were a little surprised but you didn’t question it. You were just glad you could just wear your normal, comfortable clothes. But it wasn’t until you saw the little Thai restaurant that you understood why.

It was a quiet little place, practically a hole in the wall joint, so small you doubted it even had twenty tables. Strange. Not the sort of place you expected Billy to take you, the kind of place where you’d be seen together. Instead there was an authenticity to the restaurant that had your mouth watering when the scent of food greeted you at the door.

Billy stood and gave you a wave as you stepped inside and, immediately, your thoughts were confirmed; it was small, cosy, almost... romantic.

Despite the strangeness of the last few days, you felt your lips instantly pull into a smile at the sight of him. Like you, he was dressed casually, wearing black jeans and a red sweater. He looked...

Normal.

(He looked... good.)

Billy moved around the table to pull out your seat for you, before helping you shrug off your coat. Your cheeks heated at the gesture - not because Billy wasn’t always incredibly polite and respectful while you were out in public together, but because he didn’t have to be. There was no one watching, no one around to witness the gesture or the way he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before you sat.

No one cared if he was being the perfect gentleman and there was no one to run to the gossip blogs if he didn’t behave in a chivalrous way. He was just doing it because that was who he was. At least, that was who he was when he was with you.

You got comfy in your seat while he returned to his, and you let your gaze wander around the little restaurant, taking in the potted plants and decor, and all of the other couples that sat quietly enjoying their meals.

Part of you wondered if he’d chosen to take you there because he knew how uncomfortable you got in the bigger, fancier places that he was used to. Or had his decisions been more pragmatic? It was private enough that the pair of you could talk and scheme without anyone overhearing or caring.

It was the perfect place to plan for your dinner with the Van Der Koy’s.

Not long after the pair of you were both seated, a bottle of wine was brought to the table and two glasses were poured.

White wine, you thought to yourself. He always ordered the white, ever since that first night at Bianchi’s.

You’d never thought to ask him what wine he preferred...

Lifting the menu, you were shocked to find reasonable prices listed, the sort of prices that even you could afford. (You even made a little mental note of the website listed on the menu - if the food was as nice as it smelled, you’d definitely add it to your take-out rotation.)

Something about the whole situation had you smiling across the table at him, watching as the flickering candle light caused shadows to dance across his face. It conjured memories of the other night, watching him in his bed and -

“What?”

Billy’s voice pulled you out of the thought before it got out of control. You shook your head and held back a laugh.

“Nothing, it’s just... well, this doesn’t exactly seem like one of your usual places,” you answered.

“No?”

The look on his face had your smile widening and you didn’t understand why.

“I mean... does this place even have a Michelin star?” You asked, very obviously teasing him.

Billy laughed, smiling in a way that reached right up to his eyes and causing the slightest crinkle on his nose. And you felt - fuck, it felt good being able to make him laugh like that. Every time he did, it felt like you were getting a glimpse of something precious, something that few others had seen.

You didn’t know what it meant that he was so willingly sharing it with you. You didn’t even dare want to think about it, or the rational voice in the back of your mind that was reminding you that none of it was real. (It was easy for him to lie. You made it easy - wasn’t that what he’d told you?)

“Maybe not a Michelin star, but they make the best Pad Thai,” he answered.

So, he’d definitely eaten there before, probably more than once if he felt confident enough to say that.

“That’s good to know,” you said, putting the menu down, your mind made up. You’d trust his judgement.

Your attention returned to him. He seemed... different, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. Maybe it was the change of clothes and the setting, knowing that you wouldn’t have an audience. But that didn’t explain the strange nervousness that seemed to wash over him whenever his eyes caught yours.

“How was your day?” He asked, putting his own menu down and reaching for his wine glass.

That one little question had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. You could tell from the way he was looking at you that he genuinely wanted to know, that he wasn’t just asking to fill the silence or put on a show. It was just you and him, and he was choosing to show an interest in your life.

Still, you hesitated a beat before answering.

“It was okay,” you said, considering your next words for a second more. “I spent a couple of hours with my brother at Saint Martin’s.”

There was a flash of surprise on his face but he quickly got it under control. You didn’t think too much about it. In fact, it was understandable. You didn’t volunteer information about your brother as a rule so, of course, it surprised him.

You knew that Billy had questions, at least a hundred things he wanted to ask and know.

But he kept them all to himself.

Instead, he asked; “did you have a nice time with him?”

You smiled softly, conveying your gratitude, wanting him to know you appreciated him not trying to pry information out of you about your brother’s condition.

“I did. We got to sit out in the garden and watch the birds together for a couple of hours.”

Billy smiled another smile that reached his eyes, and it had you paying far too much attention to his face, to the way it held a boyish charm but also a hint of masculine maturity, an almost dangerous darkness that lingered just beneath the surface.

You weren’t an idiot, it had never eluded you why so many women were willing to throw themselves at Billy Russo despite his well-documented reputation as a serial womanizer. He was a handsome guy, beautiful even - you’d realised it the moment you’d first laid eyes on him, but you’d also very quickly come to realise that Billy knew it too.

But when you looked at Billy, you saw more than the lean and athletic body, the perfect hair, or the attractive face. You saw the warmth that was so often hidden away, the spark that he seemed almost scared of sharing but that sometimes managed to shine through when he was with you.

Beneath the table, you realised that your thighs were clenched and you couldn’t help but feel incredibly silly. All the thoughts and feelings that were slowly starting to bubble up inside of you were ridiculous. This thing between you, it was fake, and you knew that the best you could hope for at the end of it was to at least be his friend.

And, honestly, you thought that would be enough. You wanted to be his friend, wanted to keep him in your life after the whole thing was over.

“That sounds nice,” Billy said.

You nodded. It had been nice. It was alway nice when you got to have a good visit with Seb.

“What about you?” You returned his question before taking a sip of wine. “What did you get up to today?”

Another strange look flickered across his features, something you hadn’t seen before and, once it had passed, you found yourself questioning if you’d even really seen it at all.

“Not much,” he answered, shrugging. “I spent a couple of hours with a friend.”

“Oh, that sounds nice,” you said without thinking.

But when you did start to think about it a second later, you found it strange. Billy knew a lot of people, but you didn’t think that there were many that he called friend beyond Frank and maybe Karen.

Then the unsettling paranoia started to quickly take hold. Maybe it wasn’t a friend at all, maybe it was another woman. Maybe that was why Billy seemed strange, more relaxed but somehow still nervous; maybe he’d spent his afternoon in someone else's bed.

“Did you... do anything?” You asked, suddenly feeling almost desperate for more information. “Or did you just hang out?”

If the question struck him as odd, Billy didn’t let it show, he simply took another drink and then answered; “we just hung out.”

The unsettled feeling started to grow in your gut and you couldn’t rightly say why.

You weren’t jealous. You couldn’t be jealous. Billy wasn’t yours and, besides, had you really expected him to forgo sex for six months - or however long it took for you to help him get the VDK contract?

Yes.

No. That wouldn’t have been fair. You had to assume that Billy was... well, a very sexually active person, if all the different women he took out were anything to go by.

Still, it unsettled you for more pragmatic reasons; everything would fall apart if he was caught ‘cheating’ on you. And, if things fell apart, you’d be the sad little PA that Billy Russo cheated on. You’d be a laughing stock.

But you couldn’t say any of that to him, not when you didn’t know for certain. (For all you knew, Billy and his friend hadn’t done anything other than have a coffee together, and you were just blowing things out of proportion.)

Before you could even think about speaking again or asking any more silly questions, the waiter arrived and you both placed your orders. It gave you time to recalibrate, to force aside the silly and fanciful feelings. Whatever you might or might not feel for Billy - and whatever he might or might not feel for you - ultimately, your relationship was fake.

“You still with me?”

You gave a hum in response, eyes snapping back to Billy. “Sorry, what? I was miles away.”

Billy smiled. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“So,” you said, taking a breath, deciding to address the elephant in the room, “the VDK dinner...”

He looked blank for a second, almost as if he’d forgotten that that was the reason he’d asked you to dinner.

“Right,” he said but let the word hang between you for a few seconds. You watched he licked his lips before continuing. “Are you okay with it? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Was he talking about Friday night and the discomfort you’d clumsily tried to explain to him after Frank and Karen had left.

“It’s just a dinner party,” you answered without really answering the question.

Billy seemed to hesitate, like he was reluctant to continue that line of conversation but he obviously felt like he had to.

“I just don’t want things to get awkward again,” he said. “I think we work better when we’re on the same page and you trust me...”

It was the last part that had you practically squirming in your seat. He looked almost pained by the thought that you might not trust him, and - it wasn’t so much that you didn’t trust him, was it? It was more the uncertainty you sometimes felt when you couldn’t figure out when he was lying. And it was the way you couldn’t always trust yourself and what you felt in the moments when his hands were on you.

“I do trust you,” you were quick to answer. “The other night, I was... I was worried because, even though we’ve been doing this for a few weeks now, we never really set boundaries, and I know that you’re -”

You stopped abruptly, realising what you were about to say and how it would sound to him. But it was too late, you’d piqued his interest.

“I’m what?” He asked.

You shook your head, barely able to look at him as heat licked across your face.

“What?” He prompted again. “Just tell me, I’m a big boy, I can take it.”

“You spend all your time with so many women, so obviously you... y’know...”

How had your life come to this? How were you trying to have a serious conversation with your boss about the many, many women he’d fucked?

You weren’t sure what response you were expecting from Billy, but he surprised you with a laugh - not the kind that made you feel light and happy, but the kind that left you feeling empty and cold.

“I like sex, if that’s what you’re trying to get at,” he said flatly and unapologetically.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you tried desperately to not let the extent of your discomfort show.

“Sorry,” you said.

“What are you sorry for?” He asked. “You’re right, we didn’t set boundaries and I can see how, with my reputation, that might have made you nervous.”

“No, I -” you clumsily tried to explain, “- I mean... I was nervous. But I shouldn’t have been. I know you wouldn’t - I mean, not with me...”

Because that was what made it so ridiculous. You weren’t some heiress or some runway model, and there was nothing you could offer a man like Billy Russo. You had nothing that he wanted. You were nothing that he wanted.

He opened his mouth, about to speak, but you cut him off.

“It was just a blip - I was being dumb,” you said, forcing a smile to your lips. “But I’ll be fine for dinner with VDK, now that we’re both sure where we stand.”

His lips stayed parted for a few seconds as if he was going to say something but, instead, he just nodded and reached for his glass.

You did the same, taking a big enough gulp to drain the glass.

Fortunately, before you could say anything else embarrassing, your food was brought out and gave you the perfect opportunity to go silent for a few minutes, allowing the tension to slowly melt away. But you knew you couldn’t sit in silence for the whole meal. It wasn’t fair on Billy and, as you’d come to realise, he liked to talk, liked the attention that conversation offered him.

“You were right, this is amazing.” You smiled up at him, wanting him to know that you really were enjoying it.

“Told you,” he said, smiling right back at you.

“How did you even find this place?”

“Karen used to work near here, she started bringing Frank and...” he trailed off into a shrug, letting you fill in the rest.

He’d brought you to somewhere he shared with his friends. You weren’t sure why, but it made you happy and, before you knew it, you were picturing the three of them sitting at one of the tables, talking and laughing.

“Do you -” you started to ask then stopped yourself. Billy fixed you with a look, silently telling you to continue. “Sorry, I was going to ask if you usually invite a date along when you hang out with them, or if you just third-wheel.”

Billy smiled between mouthfuls. “You’re very curious about my dating history tonight.”

The heat instantly returned to your face and started to spread down your neck and over your chest.. You did your best to remain calm and not let him see just how much you were struggling.

“I think I should be prepared if anyone from VDK asks,” you said. Lied, really. You hadn’t been thinking about VDK at all. No, your only thoughts had been on the man opposite you and wanting to know more about him.

“Oh,” he said, and you dared to wonder if he was disappointed. “I suppose you’re right. We should know about any skeletons in each other's closets.”

You nodded, filled with dread at the thought of being asked questions about your own dating history, but it was only fair.

“To answer your question; no, I don’t usually bring dates when I hang out with Frank and Karen,” he said easily, obviously not caring what you might think of it.

“Why not?” Again, it slipped from you before you had the chance to stop it.

Billy continued to smile and simply shrugged. “There’s never really been any point. The women that I date aren’t around long enough, so it’d be a waste of time letting anyone get to know them.”

There was an awkward pang of something in your stomach. He spoke about them like they were nothing, like they didn’t matter, and that hardly seemed fair. It conflicted with what he’d told you - at least, what you’d assumed - during your first date. He’d suggested that some of them had meant something to him.

“Just ask,” he said. You shot him a questioning look. “I can always tell when you’re thinking about something; you get a faraway look in your eyes.”

The heat that had spread from your cheeks enveloped your whole chest and you were certain you were about to burst into flames. You had so many questions that you weren’t even sure where to start, so you opted for the most obvious.

“Why?” You asked. “Why live like that? Don’t you want to... I don’t know, settle down? Fall in love?”

A laugh slipped from his lips and instead of directly answering he asked you; “is it really that easy?”

He was teasing you, mocking you even, and the heat continued to fill your body. You knew he wasn’t saying it to be mean but that, to him at least, it must have seemed like nothing more than a fanciful notion.

“I don’t know,” you answered, forcing yourself to take a breath. “But I think it would be a shame not to try...”

The smile on his lips softened a fraction - or, maybe it was just a trick of the candlelight. He took a moment before speaking again, taking his time to consider his words.

“I did try,” he confessed, and suddenly it felt like all the air had been sucked from the restaurant.

“What - what happened?” You dared to ask, not sure he’d even be willing to share the story with you.

Billy sighed. “I fell in love - at least, I thought it was love. But, it turned out that she didn’t trust me. She thought I was capable of awful things and, after that, it became harder for me to trust anyone.”

It was barely even half of a story, and you were desperate to ask about the missing details, wanting him to fill in all the blanks, but you didn’t ask. It wouldn’t have been fair to. He’d told you all that he seemed to be comfortable with.

“So, you don’t trust anyone?” You asked. “You don’t let anyone get close?”

You didn’t expect Billy to smile at you.

“No, I trust plenty of people...”

“You just don’t trust them with your heart,” you said, filling in the blanks.

He nodded and you decided to leave it at that.

“What about you?” He asked. “How are you single?”

It wouldn’t occur to you until much later that he asked how and not why.

You shrugged. “It’s been... difficult over the last few years.”

“Because of your brother?”

“No,” you were quick to answer. “Because none of the guys I’ve dated have understood that Seb is my responsibility. I love my brother and I can’t be with someone who only sees him as a burden.”

“He’s lucky to have you,” Billy said softly, almost reassuringly.

Again, you shook your head. “I’m lucky to have him.”

You doubted that you’d ever tell Billy why but you wanted him to understand at least that much. Seb meant the world to you and you’d never be able to repay your brother for all he’d done for you and, more than that, you wanted Billy to know that Seb would always come first.

Billy kept his questions to himself and, instead, continued; “so there's no jealous ex’s I should be worried about?”

That brought the smile back to your lips.

“Why? Scared you’re going to get your ass kicked?” You joked.

“Why?” Billy countered. “Do you usually date tough guys?”

“Oh, the toughest,” you retorted, barely keeping yourself from bursting into laughter.

And, just like that, things were back to some weird sort of normal between the two of you. You’d reached a new sort of understanding of each other and, while you both still had questions about the other, you’d said more than enough.

You both return your attention to your food, giving the delicious meal the attention that it rightly deserved (and, already, you were thinking about what you’d try when you inevitably ordered takeout from them). And, after finishing your main course, you both opted for dessert; you ordered some mango sticky rice, while Billy had a pineapple fritter.

As his dessert was placed in front of him, you dared to lift your phone to snap a picture of him. Billy’s grin widened and you felt a warmth spark in the pit of your stomach again. You looked at the picture of him for a moment, before setting it as your lock screen, explaining to Billy that it would make things more believable.

By the time you’d finished, you were slumped back in your chair, feeling like you were bursting at the seams.

Billy, likewise, sat back in his seat, cradling his wine glass. At some point you’d ended up with a second bottle and you each still had a full glass before it was finished.

“Thank you,” you said without prompt or cause. “This was really nice.”

His smile was short-lived.

“I, uh -” he started then hesitated, the nervousness that you’d noticed at the start of the night seeming to creep back in, “- I should tell you that I had an ulterior motive for asking you out tonight.”

Your heart began to pound wildly in your chest, your mind started to race, not knowing what his ulterior motive could possibly be. A dozen or so ridiculous thoughts started screaming in your head, each more worrying than the last.

“An ulterior motive?” You repeated, somehow managing to keep your voice from trembling. (you could probably thank the wine for that.)

He took a breath and his eyes dropped to the table between you as if he thought he might find the words he needed among the empty dishes. While he did, you took a slow drink to try and steady your nerves and steel yourself for whatever he might say.

“Okay,” he started again, blowing out his cheeks a little, “I know this is going to sound crazy, so I don’t want you to answer straight away, but I think you should move in with me.”

You almost choked on your wine.

Of all the things he could have said, all the things you were worried he might say, that was not one of them.

“What?”

Surely you’d misheard - Billy Russo couldn’t possibly be asking you to move in with him.

“I know, I know it sounds insane, but I think it could help,” he explained. “I know you like your apartment but... with me you wouldn’t have to pay rent, so you wouldn’t have to worry about money as much.”

Your heart continued to race a mile a minute.

Billy Russo, your boss, the man you were faking being in a relationship with was asking you to move in with him.

“I don’t -” you weren’t even sure what you were going to say, so you were almost glad when Billy interrupted.

“Don’t answer now, just think about it,” he told you.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to think about anything else,” you said, barely reining in your confusion.

While he wasn’t wrong - living rent free for a few months would take a lot of financial pressure off you, and Billy’s penthouse was definitely big enough for two - you still barely even knew each other beyond the surface level things that you’d dared to share. There was so much more to you, and to him, and you didn’t know if it would cause difficulties.

“I know that it seems like a major thing, but since it’s not real, it should be pretty simple,” Billy said.

Right. It wasn’t real, and you’d shared apartments before. Admittedly, you’d hated sharing apartments before, but Billy didn’t seem like the sort of person to drink all the milk and not replace it.

You remained silent, still reeling from the offer.

“Sorry,” he continued, “I didn’t want to just spring it on you like that. I had it all planned out, what I wanted to say... I just thought that it would be a good idea since I’ve got all that space and, honestly, I don’t usually even spend much time at home, and -”

Without thinking, you found yourself reaching across the table and covering his hand with yours, cutting him off.

“It’s okay,” you said, finally finding your voice again. “I get why you offered it’s just... it’s a lot, Billy. I’d need to really think about it first.”

Your thumb tenderly brushed over his knuckles, and you watched as the tension started to slowly drain from him. You didn’t want him to feel bad about the offer, especially when you could tell that it was coming from a good place, and that he was trying to help you (even if he was also trying to help himself by making the lie more believable).

“Okay,” he said and followed it with another few seconds of silence while you kept your hand on his. “Are you doing anything else tonight?”

It was almost nine, so there wasn’t much of the night remaining, but you got that feeling that, even though the meal was over, he didn’t want the evening to end.

Or, maybe that was just wishful thinking. He probably just didn’t want to go home yet . The more you got to know him, you started to realise that Billy wasn’t really the sort to enjoy being sat at home on his own.

You shrugged. “Probably not. Why?”

“They have The Omen movies on Disney plus.”

You smiled at the offer that was hidden in the statement.

“I have work in the morning,” you reminded him. “And so do you.”

“Well, as the boss, I don’t mind if you’re late,” he answered, smirking that ridiculous smirk again.

“I’ve told you, I can’t have any preferential treatment. It’s bad enough knowing that everyone at work is whispering behind my back.” As you spoke, you watched the corners of his lips droop a little. “But, if you want a coffee...”

His smile brightened again.

The check was paid and his driver was called and, in the light nighttime traffic, it only took fifteen minutes to get from the restaurant back to your apartment. And it only took five minutes more before you were sitting together on your sofa, each of you holding a hot mug of coffee making small talk about the meal and how you’d both enjoyed the evening.

You made plans to watch the second and third Omen movies with him the next weekend, as long as nothing else came up. He didn’t bring up his offer again, instead he left you to think about it, leaving you to imagine what it might be like if you could spend every night sitting on his sofa and sharing a hot drink with him.

It was a surprisingly pleasant thought.

He lingered for over an hour - though the conversation was so easy between the pair of you that you hardly noticed any time had passed at all.

When it finally came time for him to leave, you followed him to the door as he pulled his coat back on but, instead of leaving, he paused, his attention on you.

“I really like you in that colour,” he said.

Your cheeks warmed as you looked down at yourself, at the sweater you thought he hadn’t noticed, the one in that rich purple he claimed brought out the colour of your eyes. You weren’t even sure why you’d chosen to wear it, but seeing him looking at you, his dark eyes seeming to glint playfully, it had your heart pounding in your chest.

“Thank you,” you said softly, little more than a whisper.

Then he reached for you, his hand cupping your cheek as your breath caught.

“What are you -” you started but stopped the second you noticed him leaning towards you.

“Practice,” he offered softly, an excuse for what was going to happen, “we should get used to this.”

Rationally, you knew it was ridiculous. You’d kissed him more than enough times to be used to it. Maybe he was still concerned about the other night and your reaction when he’d pulled you onto his lap, maybe he needed you to reassure him that you wouldn’t panic the next time he kissed you in public.

Rationally, you knew a lot of things.

But you weren’t feeling rational, not when you had his dark eyes burning into yours and his thumb gently tracing your lower lip.

It certainly wasn’t any sort of rationality that had you nodding and wrapping your arm around his waist as he stepped closer.

Your heart pounded and rattled against your ribs as he closed the distance and kissed you. His tongue parted the seam of your lips with no resistance, and you could still taste the wine on his tongue. But it wasn’t the wine that left you feeling intoxicated. It was Billy.

You barely noticed when he moved you, pressing you back against the wall. You let him crowd you and hold you there with the weight of his body, leaving no space between you. But, still, your arm pulled him closer.

There was something almost frenzied to it, something inside of you that wanted and wanted and wanted. Everything was Billy, every fibre of your being was singing for him, desperate for any and all attention you could get. His hands felt hot through your clothes and he grabbed your waists, your hips, simultaneously pushing you back and pulling you close.

It was insanity. Just pure insanity.

A moan escaped you, spilling from your lips and into his, the sound muffled by his tongue, but it was enough to bring him to his senses.

He pulled back a fraction, his forehead pressed to yours as you both caught your breath. You wanted more but didn’t dare ask for it - you didn’t know how to ask for it.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed and you found yourself wanting to sink your teeth in, wanting to grip him and hold him in any way that you could.

But, still, you didn’t move.

“I should,” he said softly, his breath hot against your face, “I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Again, you found yourself nodding. Then, before you knew it, Billy had pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and had stepped through the door, leaving you alone, slouched back against the wall with legs that felt like jello.

Later that night, after a long, cold shower, you found yourself in bed thinking of the kiss. You couldn’t sleep because every time you tried to close your eyes you saw his eyes burning into yours, and every time you moved your thighs would shift and you’d be reminded of the way you’d wanted more.

Eventually you found yourself staring at the picture you’d taken of him, your vibrator pressed against your clit. It felt wrong but, at the same time, it felt right. No one had ever made you feel the way he did when he looked at you. And when you came, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out his name.

A/N : Anyone expecting the VDK dinner this chapter... join the club because it was supposed to be there but, instead, I got carried away prolonging this terrible slow burn trainwreck 😅 next chapter we will have the VDK dinner and the chapter after that is where things are going to take a very interesting turn and there's literally no way I can go off track. You'll all be happy to know (or sad, idk??) that this has gone from a planned 16 chapter fic to at least 18 or 19 chapters. I don't know why I even bother to plan anymore 😅 Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!

As always you likes/comments/reblogs and support are always appreciated, can't wait to see you losing your minds in the comments over that kiss. Have a great weekend everyone!!

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wolfertinger · 1 month ago

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Lots of accusations coming from Wis here. Gonna go over every screenshot. Newest to oldest, but all within 3 hours of eachother.

-Obligatory "Fuck you Razzie".

-Some rape kink talk, for some reason. Which, once again, is called cnc. Get it right. Are you even an active participant in the kink community, or are you just a poser? Seriously, you should know what to call it if then. I don't even think the point of this post is to talk about cnc though, as it looks like she's throwing accusations of Razz sending Salem rape threats. Where is this? I'd like to see these screenshots. It's only fair that I ask since we share so many. Also implying that Razz is a groomer for dating a 19 year old as a 21 year old, which I'll go over again as it'll come up once more. I will say, it's funny to call someone dating an adult with a 2 year age gap a groomer, yet when Salem at 19 helps a 16 year old kid get away with posting nsfw publicly, or is even friends with him in the first place on his public 18+ account, he's not?

-The people here don't despise Razz. I think you're thinking of the wrong website. You wouldn't know though, because youre indefensible. Sorry you don't have people who care about you enough, I guess. Just because a few accounts here are faceless doesn't make all of the very real screenshots go away. Besides, the accounts who do post here with their full chest are sent weird anons by you, Wis, and are preemptively blocked. Of course people don't want to be in your line of sight, considering how far you go to call random people "stalkers" and "abusers", yet willingly hang out with both of those group types, but in your case it's the "right kind" of stalkers and abusers because they're your friends. So it's okay, I guess!

-"Transphobic, racist, ableist and frankly stupid piece of shit who thinks being latino and being oppressed stops you from having to acknowledge your antiblackness." COMICAL coming from someone who fucking does the SAME EXACT SHIT and defends his boyfriend who is genuinely infamous for using the fact that hes black, trans, disabled constantly to get out of shit. Fuck, one of his most famous iterations of this is using that he's "%2 mexican". Even funnier thay more recently, you were exposed for fetishizing Asian people, while your boyfriend did the exact same in the past, plus roleplayed as an Asian person. Yet you'll use your oppression as a sheild. We are not Kiwifarmers, we are (usually) queer poc Tumblr users who have first-hand experience with Salem. The motherfucker has been online for ages with over 100k collective followers and you really think everyone comes from that site because...? Okay, can we get proof on this "rape him and beat him up," thing on Razz to Salem? When has Razz made rape threats?

-I don't know what this thread is asying. I don't know what that screenshot she posted and scratched out the username has to do with, or even who that is. But she's accusing Razz of sending Salem rape threats again without proof. I'd like some proof here, Wis.

-Wis telling Razz to date someone their age as if Salem wasn't a consenting adult. Razz was 21 when they dated Salem at 19. If you really wanna play that game, Wis, why are you as a 25 year old white woman dating a 22 year old black disabled trans man who age regresses? YOU ARE ONE YEAR OLDER THAN RAZZ. Predatory much? Don't pull the "transphobic" accusation at me, this is solely a race/age thing. 19 years old isn't highschool age, unless you got held back. He talked about college at this time, even if it was a lie. You want to infantilize Salem for being racist at 19 to make people forgive him so fucking badly., Plus, Wis, let's add on a couple more things. This post here you made says theres nothing wrong with 18 year olds being sexually active and you even talk about being sexually active at 16. Also, your other main set of ocs are LITERALLY a 45 year old woman and a 25 year old woman. Is that grooming?

Anyways, give us some proof. We've given it to you.

"abuse a bunch of kids with pre frontal cortex not fully developed" ???

mari, was 19 years old when she raped. she was not a fucking child.

wis. mari was a legal adult. mari even commented to sawyer, she LIKED that sawyer was older. regardless, of the scenario.

right now all you are doing, is justifying and defending a rape, by claiming the rapist was the REAL victim. do you not fucking hear yourself.

a piece of runny dogshit, has more backbone and morality than you, wis.

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(sorry for bringing the negativity, it's just i'm feeling so terrible right now i need to vent)

the other day i saw tlefirstone's chinese nicknames so i got curious and tried to search the chinese websites using google translate and my old trustworthy chinese - vietnamese machine translator dichngay.com. after looking around on bilibili, douyin, xiaohongsu (rednote), and some of my fav cp weibo super talk, everything is fine. the fandoms are mostly small and are not making much noise but they are peaceful and lovely.

but then, i probably made a wrong decision to skim through this douban group for thai bl community called "泰腐小组" and now i'm eternally grateful for every reddit moderators out there.

it gave me some insights to how chinese fans consume thai bl, what they think about cp, the industry and companies. i learnt that two people in a cp in a couple job doing "too much" interactions with their fans and not with each other can be perceived as seducing rich solo fans and 雄竞 (male competitiveness). (meanwhile once a month i will read thai fans tweeting shutting down one entitled fan who were berating their idols for not interact with them in the event but whatever). reading all the gossips is fun of course. i enjoy their grudges towards 'only friends' serires.

but it is also twitter hellsite or badly moderated unpopular opinions subreddit in forums form. it's like they know these poor actors will never know what they are saying so they just say all kind of shit. talking shit about actors' faces. bodyshaming, fatshaming constantly (somehow earthmix catching strays under replies a lot). accussing them of ridiculous things. searching up dmd boys, got me 1 post with many namping's unflattering photos bashing his appearance with more than 150 replies mostly agreed, many posts cursing at james. fort got accused of not being professional towards his partner but instead obsess with boss and sailing a ghostship with him (???? wth).

even misogyny i think, because they seems to have this huge digust towards fangirls and more effeminate men. some of them even said dmd is "feminizing" the uke / shou in all their cps to sell and they're "too much" and "gross". they got topics to post proofs of actors dating or actors' controversy but lacking all sort of nuance and awareness. it's either true or you are a delusional fangirl. they act all high and mighty like only they know the truth.

this community got 35,814 members and is currently active. can anyone knows chinese or familiar with chinese internet culture tell me this is the norm online or just a minority? i thought vietnamese bl fans community is the worst but now i'm horrified ngl 🥲

here are some keywords if anyone is curious and want to search for themselves. or look through the hot topics on the main page.

gmmtv: 🐔 (no idea why but in vietnamese we also call them 'gà' - chicken), g团, 🐔家 gmm, gmmtv

dmd: dmd, D团, 倒霉蛋 (probably homonyms for domundi)

(while this was in the queue) wtf i accidentally stumbled upon another douban group that solely posting about proofs thai bl actors are dating (lovestagram and couple clothing and accesories) and i looked through 2 namping posts and i'm so fucking mad right now. they are cursing at him, calling him fake, telling him why doing bl but not hiding his supposed girlfriend. they afraid he will "spoil" kong. they said they felt bad for keng. it's like they know for sure it's his girlfriend and they made it a crime. look through other actors post and they're all the same. cursing and berating. and i'm so angry. these people are truly the worst. gosh. i want to punch someone. maybe this is the universe lesson for me when trying to open the pandora box...

#ranting #thai bl #thai bl fandom #domundi #gmmtv #ramblings #i would have a nice time reading away all the juicy gossips if in the replies there are not so many bad takes and horrendous opinions #probably no one interest in this but i have always want to know what chinese fans think about thai bl but i don't have weibo #andddd now i don't want to anymore #ruined my day #almost everyone here on thai bl tumblr is so nice and kind and open-minded it made me forget how vile people online can be

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I have a Gale in the closet

Well, here you have my baptism in the world of words (WoW?), after years without writing. It is a short story, just over 1000 words. I hope you like it 😊

(The Spanish version is also available. If anyone is interested in the 'original version', please write to me.)

Thanks a lot @senualothbrok for being my wonderful beta reader.

I have a Gale in the closet.

The door is closed, but I can still feel his now-empty puppy-dog eyes, begging me not to turn him off. I can't see him, but I know he's there every time I walk past the door. I get the feeling that the door is going to open at any moment and his hand is going to pop out anxiously, asking for help, like when he came out of that portal at the beginning of the game. But his hand doesn't come out. He doesn't make a sound. There he is, inert, dull, gathering dust.

“What are you doing with that old thing in there?” my friends ask me. “Throw it away, it's taking up space. The new models out there do everything! Mine even gives me a Thai massage every night. You should try it.”

Gale2024 has long since gone out of fashion. The poor boy had accumulated quite a few bugs during all these years of service. There were hardly any technical premises with parts to repair him. He showed the first symptoms some time ago: he stopped making croquettes. The béchamel recipe program was corrupted and there was no way to restore it. I didn't think it was important. I could live without croquettes and if not, I could always get the frozen ones from the supermarket. But he was still as tender and affectionate as the first day he saw me and recognised me as his TAV (True Amorous Vessel). Many years had passed since that moment.

I had already listened to his lectures on arcane magic a thousand times. I could recite them from memory, word for word, if I put my mind to it. He had always been such a chatterbox. There wasn't a moment when he didn't bring up a topic of conversation. It was a pity when he could no longer keep up to date with the news, with all the literature, science and technology websites he liked. He would always find some interesting news that he would enthusiastically explain to me, down to the last detail. That was a hard blow for him.

But he didn't give up. He began to pick up the few paper books he could find, and with an archaic OCR programme he managed to read what was written, pitifully. It wasn't perfect, and noticeably slower than downloading GBytes of information directly from the net, but it was something. And it kept him going. Watching him turn the pages of those antique tomes was like looking at a vintage postcard, not without a certain charm. Afterwards, he would share those old stories with me. He looked like a granny. He even put his glasses on the tip of his nose and imitated the worn-out voice of an octogenarian to liven up the peroration. He used to make me laugh.

Now he doesn't say a word.

He was always so attentive and kind. Many people soon got bored of Gales and started to provoke them or even ‘mistreat’ them, as much as you can mistreat a being who feels no pain. Or at least that's what they said. Although I know he did feel it. Many Gales ended up mangled and mutilated in the most varied ways. All to see how far he could take it, what his limit was, what he could do or endure for his TAV. Human beings do not deserve such goodness.

In my defense, I will say that I gave mine a kind ‘life’. Or at least that's what I like to believe. Of course, he also had to put up with my grumpy days and my blue days. But he was always there for me. Patient. Supportive. Listening. Sometimes you don't need much more.

On the other hand, there were many good moments of joy and laughter. We enjoyed the time together as if each day was a new opportunity to celebrate life (or almost ‘life’). There were times when I doubted whether he was really a human person. He was certainly much more ‘human’ than many humans I know. But reality always comes through, like the sword of Damocles, swinging over our head, threatening. Little by little his technology was becoming outdated. New models appeared, with better finishes, with more features. Until they discontinued Gale and stopped updating him.

I didn't care. I didn't need more features. He was already everything to me and more than I could ever hope for. What I needed. What I wanted.

One day, coming home from work, I found him looking out of the window, pensive. He was watching the people passing by, the new models chatting with their humans. He was so absorbed that he didn't hear me approaching. Noticing my presence, hugging him from behind, he turned to me. I had never noticed that expression on him before.

'Are you going to trade me for one of those? I don't see Gales on the streets anymore,’ he said, his eyes glazed over.

'Never.'

I hugged him tight. Well, as tightly as you can hug an android. He responded with his gentle embrace, full of love and fear. He was trembling. I had never seen him like that.

***

My psychologist says it's good for me to write these things down, that it's not good to depend so much on machines, that I have to relate more to humans. The truth is that I miss him a lot.

The day of the disconnection was horrible. Already his deterioration was flagrant. His mobility was erratic, his knees failed him often, and he was falling and hurting himself more. His speech was defective. He could barely focus on the letters in books, making it impossible for him to read. The only thing that remained intact was his unconditional love for me, for his TAV.

I took him to several technical services and the only option they offered me was a complete formatting of his memory together with the replacement of the personality module. That was to alleviate the software problems. The hardware ones... that was another story.

'Am I going to die?'

'Androids don't die, my love.´ I said, trying to comfort him with a bitter smile.

Everyone had told me what to do. I knew what I had to do. It was so heartbreaking to see him like that. How he would fall, how he would struggle to get to his feet, how he would crawl. How he would try to chat and lose the thread of the conversation.

There was a little red button on the back of his neck hidden in the root of his hair. The beginning and the end. Something so simple, but so painful at the same time....

I gave him a last hug and, in tears, my hand slid to the back of his neck. At that moment, he looked at me and I saw in his eyes that he was aware of what was about to happen. He tried a plea or a thank you, or both, as the energy left him, leaving that body immobile, rigid, inert.

***

I have a Gale in the closet. Now I'm in it too. A little red button on the back of his neck makes his eyes come alive again. I hug him, and he hugs me back with his sweet embrace. “You are all I could ever want in this life. I want nothing more. I need nothing more. I'll be here with you forever.”

#my writing #gale dekarios #gale au #baldurs gate gale #alternate universe #gale bg3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #wizard of waterdeep

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hiiii pix do u have any drama recommendations?? any favourites?? ive seen you posting about the heart killers or something some time ago so i might check that out later im just making a list of stuff to see for now ^-^

OOOH OK BL DRAMA RECS

Thai drama: The Heart Killers is pretty good not my favorite but good. nsfw. about two hitmen being wooed by two people working to arrest them.

Thai drama: I quite like Only Friends its about a messy group of friends and theres a lot of varied couples in that one. Ray and sand r my favorites. i love them so much. Basically the epitome of this show is toxic yaoi with pretty visuals. also nsfw.

those two have my favorite pair of actors first and khao they just have wonderful chemistry and always go off acting

^ these two r on youtube

Thai drama: Love mechanics…… this one is also messy its a school BL drama about a drunk one night stand while one guy has a girlfriend and he has to navigate falling in love with a guy for the first time WHILE HAVING A GIRLFRIEND and lord its also messy but such a good watch lowkey. and i adore the actors hashtag yinwar ily

Another Thai drama: if you’re interested in more of a action type of BL then I suggest KinnPorsche it’s kinda a whole other level of production and i HAVENT FINISHED IT SO I CANNOT TELL U IF THE STORY IS AMAZING THROUGHOUT TILL THE END but i enjoy the first half of the season a lot. also the actors are just goated . also nsfw.

another another thai drama: theres also jack and joker which i dont rlly recommend cause i have a lot of gripes with the storyline HOWEVER it has perhaps one of my top sex scenes in drama history so that makes it at least worth the messy storyline. also hashtag supporting my actors. u could also just find a clip of it tbh

IF U NEED SOMEWHERE TO WATCH THESE LIKE A WEBSITE PERHAPS I CAN HOOK U UP DW

if you’re looking for a more wholesome drama ..

Korean Drama: weightlifting fairy kim bok joo. its an f/m romance and its very wholesome. its school setting drama about a girl weightlifter and a guy swimmer who fall in love but at the start the girl sorta hates him and the guy has so much trauma and they go through a lot but what i love about this kdrama specifically is that the actors themselves were actually dating while filming this so the chemistry between the characters is off the walls good… and it has rlly wholesome side storylines

more kdramas i started but didnt finish but vividly remember being good and enjoying: It’s okay not to be okay (the female protag in this is awesome), lovely runner (disabled rep), hospital playlist (medical drama made me cryyyyy)

the majority of these r romance focused but they do have like other shit going on too. i love a good falling in love story sue me ✋😽🤚

the thai dramas have a lot of queer rep and theres SO MANY SHOWS outside of the ones i mentioned so u can look into more of those if you’re interested

sadly i dont have any GL recs cus all of the ones ive watched werent very good BUT upcoming this girl theres a thai drama called Girl Rules and its gonna have an all main character female cast with 3 GL couples and im SO HYPEDDD cus it looks Messy and beautiful

#pix asks aaaa

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blo0d1er · 8 months ago

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First conceptualized by The Lucky One’s Jung Jisoo in 2020, gathering trainees to form a group with a “global’ look, the group soon to be titled SLASH performed in their first showcase in late 2021. The first rendition of the lineup consisted of Chinese Neverland contestant Zheng Hui, company nepo-baby Na Sebastian, the ever ambitious Sasha Flores, and dazzling Thai trainee Lalita Suwannathat. Marketed as Lucky’s little siblings, their unique concept and captivating performance generated excitement for the group.

The buzz only continued to grow as cryptic posters began appearing around Seoul, featuring QR codes directing curious viewers to an almost empty website only showing largely blacked out and blurred profiles of each member and a link to an Instagram account, @ bloodyvalentine, which infrequently posted behind the scenes film photos of the trainees with no captions but their names in a hashtag.

The building anticipation only made Jung Jisoo more ambitious, adding trainees Spencer Shu-Bellamy, Shin Doa, and Freddie Ahn (now known as BAM!’s Kiho) to the lineup to make it a 7-piece group. Teasers and posters only increased in frequency leading up to October 2022, when they were originally set to debut according to Prismatic’s leaked plans for the quarter.

However, 1 week before their set debut date, Lalita suffered a debilitating ACL injury in practice. Rather than allow the group to debut without her, the debut was delayed altogether. Many argue that Lalita received special treatment from Jisoo and the group’s management, and was intended to be the star of the group.

The group lay in limbo from that point on, waiting for Lalita to fully recover from her injury and a new debut date to be set. Within this time Sasha appeared on HYBE’s Dream Academy, barely being edged out of the final debut group while Hui appeared on Boys Planet 999 placing 8th and becoming an official member of ZEROBASEONE, exiting the trainee group to make his debut.

Suddenly a 6-piece unit, a new debut date was finally set for January of 2024, nearly 2 years after their original debut date, before the sudden acquisition of BAM! and other Sixth Sense Media trainees. In the quick and unexpected turnaround for the group’s debut, SLASH once again suffered the loss of a member and the postponement of their debut date. However, beginning to face pressure from both the members of the trainee group and their families, the company sent the group to America to continue training in a new environment and act as a distraction as they attempt to gather their resources. Two trainees were added to fill out the lineup; longtime trainee, Neverland contestant, and budding producer Chase Park, and Hwang Taebin newly acquired from Sixth Sense.

The 7 trainees lived in a beach-side condo in Los Angeles as they continued their training in renowned dance academies and vocal studios. The Instagram was still posting the trainees lives behind the scenes, although just as cryptic as ever. A new teaser video was posted to once again generate buzz surrounding the group and satiate the members and those backing them. However, one member would not return from America. The bloodyvalentine account inexplicably stopped posting photos of Lalita after her face took up a majority of the account’s feed previously.

Many believed that she simply left the unpredictable group setting to pursue her own ambitions, but an unknown source within Prismatic Entertainment leaked information regarding the alleged true nature of her disappearance to a forum of SLASH fans who have been around since the very beginning. According to this source, Lalita left a note in the group’s condo one night stating that she was tired of the purgatory of trainee life and ran away to experience freedom traveling across America. She has not been heard from since. The source also noted that her family planned to take legal action against Prismatic citing negligence.

Despite this, SLASH seems to finally be getting the debut that has been dangled in front of them for years, set to debut once again in late August 2024. After such turmoil and so many unanswered questions, SLASH’s future still remains shrouded in mystery. Will they be able to make it passed all of the struggles that may weigh them down?

#my bloody valentine ! 𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ dev. ๋࣭ ⭑#fictional kpop community #fictional kpop group #fictional kpop idol #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #ficnetfairy #oc kpop idol #oc kpop group #fictional kpop oc #kpop oc #fake kpop oc #fake kpop group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop addition #kpop addition #kpop added member #fictional idol oc #fictional idol addition

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erieautumnskies · 2 years ago

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(This will be constantly updated!)

About Me:

My name is Claire, I'm a 20 year old.

Since I was young, art and writing have played a major role in my life. Hense, it has been a passion of mine that I'm endlessly turning back to. I'm currently studying creative writing, book publishing, and graphic design online; later hoping to study art history and print production. If I could, I'd indulge in every form of art that there is. I deeply enjoy helping other indie writers and creatives alike out in their journey, from ARC reading to showcasing their small business'!

To date, my poetry has been published in 150+ magazines and lit journals across the globe, in 18+ countries overall. I plan on releasing 4+ poetry/prose chapbooks, so keep an eye out for any updates regarding them! Moreover, I'm in the process of writing a few novels in an array of genres, sneak peaks of the stories may be shone!

You can find out more about me on my Website as well as on Instagram, Pinterest, and Spotify.

Languages I know: English (native), Vietnamese, Thai, Norwegian, Irish, Japanese, Hebrew, Czech, Indonesian, Hungarian, Hindi, Finnish, Ukrainian, Italian, Icelandic, Arabic, French, Malayalam, Swahili, and Swedish.

Languages learning: ASL, Korean, Mandarin, Urdu and Spanish.

Some of my favorite things: Rainy days, any kind of tea, flowers, exploring, the night sky, sunsets/sunrises, bookstores, cozy coffeeshops, nature walks, old books, sweaters, making art, creating playlists, volunteering, and learning about other cultures!

Fun Facts: I have undiagnosed ADHD, dyslexia, am queer identifying, gender non-conforming, and practice Shintō.

Blog:

Erie Autumn Skies will center around creativity and where I find inspiration. Expect postcard-poems, letters of prose, possible short stories, translated works of original poems, artwork, and so forth! I may post book reviews and travel photos now and then, too! This will be a writeblr blog and a personal blog! I am open to tag games, asks, etc. as long as they are writing related.

I'm open to DMs and collaborations if you ever want to chat or write together! Everything is okay to reblog. However, no resharing my work outside of Tumblr without my permission. Additionally, I'm open to requests for short poems as long as the prefered theme is included in your request and credit is given wherever the poem is shared.

WIPs:

Poetry Chapbooks

Fiction Novels

Colorblock Interlude

Book Recs:

Winterwood by Shea Ernshaw

The Littlest Tea Shop in Lower by J. Lofton

The Mirror Visitor Quartet by Christelle Dablos

Secrets & Stars by Alix Klingenberg

Sakura Park by Bailey Rae

And numerous others!

Pov My Pinterest Feed:

All original posts will be tagged under erieautumn! Tag games will be tagged under erieautumn tags. Asks are under erieautumn asks.

It was nice to meet you! Happy to have you along on my creative journey and hang around for as long as you'd like! 🌸

#pinned post #writers and poets #introduction #erieautumn

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do you have any recommendations for good dating apps or websites?

I recommend a hinge. It has good prompts that lead to better conversation / more bantier conversation. But it's only as good as your profile. Your aim should be to filter out low effort men. Recommendation is this:

1) about them serving you

- eg, the way to win me over is: peel me an orange. OR help me put on my duvet cover OR build my new ikea dresser

2) what you find attractive in a man

- eg., I'd fall for you if: you're a cute nerd that uses the lota

This one is mine, always gets a laugh. And attracts my type lol

3) one prompt that's about your personality. Mine is

- eg., I hype myself up: by listening to the mortal Kombat theme song

I have one picture that's a funny "this could be us". One picture is a cute picture of me. One picture is me doing Muay Thai.

You want your profile to be engaging, but also suited to filter out men that you wouldn't be compatible with.

The number of men who have commented weird stuff on my prompts helps me to filter them out. Many of them neg on my prompts.

Some have asked me why I mark myself as agnostic and Muslim, isn't that contradiction. Not going to be compatible with someone like that.

So you do definitely have to put a lot of thought into your profile before it does what you needed to do!

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Tourist Visa in Thailand

Thailand, a popular tourist destination, offers various visa options for visitors. Here's a breakdown of the most common tourist visas:

Visa on Arrival (VOA)

Eligibility: Citizens of eligible countries can obtain a VOA upon arrival at a designated Thai airport.

Visa Duration: Typically, a 15-day stay is granted.

Requirements:

A valid passport with at least six months validity.

A confirmed return or onward ticket.

Sufficient funds to cover your stay.

A completed immigration card.

Non-Immigrant Visa B (Tourist Visa)

Eligibility: Citizens of countries not eligible for VOA.

Visa Duration: Up to 60 days.

Requirements:

A valid passport with at least six months validity.

A confirmed return or onward ticket.

Sufficient funds to cover your stay.

A completed visa application form.

A recent passport-sized photo.

Extending Your Stay

If you wish to extend your stay beyond the initial visa period, you can apply for a visa extension at a local immigration office. However, it's important to note that visa extensions are subject to specific regulations and may require additional documentation.

Important Considerations:

Visa Exemptions: Some nationalities may be exempt from visa requirements for short-term stays.

Visa Overstay: Overstaying your visa can result in fines and legal consequences.

Immigration Laws: Thai immigration laws can change, so it's advisable to check the latest updates before your trip.

Travel Insurance: It's recommended to have comprehensive travel insurance to cover unexpected medical expenses or other emergencies.

For the most accurate and up-to-date information, it's recommended to consult the official Thai Immigration Bureau website or contact a Thai embassy or consulate.

By understanding the visa requirements and planning accordingly, you can ensure a smooth and enjoyable trip to Thailand.

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One-Year Multiple Entry Visa

Thailand's One-Year Multiple Entry Visa offers a fantastic opportunity for those seeking extended stays or frequent travels within Southeast Asia. This visa allows you to enter and exit Thailand multiple times within a year, making it ideal for digital nomads, business travelers, and adventurers who want to explore the region at their own pace.

Key Benefits of the One-Year Multiple Entry Visa:

Extended Stay: Enjoy up to a year of uninterrupted travel and exploration in Thailand.

Multiple Entries: Enter and exit Thailand as often as needed within the visa validity period.

Flexibility: Plan your trips without the constraints of short-term visas.

Southeast Asian Hub: Use Thailand as a base to explore neighboring countries like Cambodia, Laos, Myanmar, and Malaysia.

Eligibility Requirements:

To qualify for the One-Year Multiple Entry Visa, you typically need to meet the following criteria:

Valid Passport: Ensure your passport has a validity of at least six months beyond your intended stay.

Sufficient Funds: Demonstrate financial capability to support your stay in Thailand.

No Criminal Record: Provide proof of a clean criminal record.

Health Insurance: Have valid health insurance coverage that includes medical expenses in Thailand.

Application Form: Complete the required visa application form accurately and truthfully.

Application Process:

The application process for the One-Year Multiple Entry Visa can be completed through various channels, including:

Thai Embassy or Consulate: Submit your application in person at the nearest Thai embassy or consulate.

Online Application: Some embassies or consulates offer online application options.

Visa Agent: Consider using a reputable visa agent for assistance with the application process.

Note: Specific requirements and procedures may vary depending on your nationality and the embassy or consulate you're applying to. It's essential to check the official website of the Thai embassy or consulate in your country for the most up-to-date information.

Tips for a Successful Application:

Plan Ahead: Apply for your visa well in advance of your planned trip to avoid delays.

Gather Required Documents: Ensure you have all the necessary documents ready before submitting your application.

Be Prepared for Interviews: If required, be prepared to answer questions about your travel plans and reasons for seeking a long-term visa.

Follow Instructions Carefully: Adhere to the specific instructions provided by the embassy or consulate.

By obtaining a One-Year Multiple Entry Visa, you can embark on a memorable journey through Thailand and explore the diverse wonders of Southeast Asia. With its flexibility and convenience, this visa offers a passport to endless adventures and unforgettable experiences.

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matureasianladies · 2 years ago

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captaintoddpstewartus · 1 year ago

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How come you chose a filipina dating website over a thai dating website for a partner?

Because that’s what was recommended to me. Seeing someone else’s success made me hopeful

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dearweirdme · 2 years ago

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The reason why I'm sure this Taennie thing is PR is because Elle and Billboard news had pieces ready to go about the rumours based upon an unconfirmed Tiktok / IG reel.

Vogue couldn't even get Lisa's name right on an article and put Jennie's name instead... Suddenly Lisa, who's a Celine and Bulgari ambassador and probably the most famous Thai woman in the world, isn't important enough to be named properly ? But apparently random paparazzi reels of Taennie are important enough to be spread as overnight news?

And for the 'other members are dating too' anon. Well if Taennie apparently are so careless that they do lovestagrams, wear matching clothes, post photos together online AND have photos of their supposed relationship splashed all over the internet and on Western websites, you really think there's not a single tabloid that wouldn't dig into Tae and Jennie's lives in SK? There's not just Dispatch y'know. Taehyung antis tried to make Joanna Chun happen from a bunch of coincidences, you think if they had real compromising evidence they wouldn't take advantage of this to splash it all over DC gallery?

This whole Taennie narrative is very controlled and it's only Kpop stans that can't see that.

Hi anon!

Very insightful!

I think Kpop fans are so confused, because they haven’t seen this before. I have an anon in my inbox claiming this doesn’t happen in SK, well.. times are changing and Kpop is going more and more the western side. Both BTS and BlackPink do extremely well all around the world. Why wouldn’t they adapt some of their marketing tactics? But also, just because it’s never been noticed, doesn’t mean it’s never happened before. Pr relationships do not limit themselves to romances, there’s also pr platonic friendships. Celebrities duo’s who are publicly said to be best friends, but are they? All businesses use some form of pr and marketing, it’s just that the levels at which they play differ in intensity.

#taennie #pr relationships

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telomeke · 1 year ago

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Reblogging to add things I've learnt transcribing images of text (only on laptop though) and describing images:

If you right-click on an onscreen image while on Google Chrome – you can search for that image, and Google will automatically recognize the text contained in it (including other language fonts, like Thai, Chinese, Tamil, Korean, Japanese, etc.). You can select the text and copy it directly using Google, which means you can also tidy it up and format it in MS Word, or even in Tumblr directly before posting.

If you right-click somewhere on the screen that is not part of the image, you can draw a window over the part of the image (or anything else onscreen) to let Google know you want it to search for what's specifically in the window, which is useful for transcribing only the text part of an image. (To draw the window, click and hold down the mouse button, then drag to open a window over any text you want Google to search for and/or transcribe.)

Doing either of the above means you can go directly from screen to text without needing to save the image and uploading it into an OCR website.

Sometimes if a post has many reblogs, I often try scanning through the reblog list to see if anyone else has already described it. If there is already a described version, I'll leave a like for the person who reblogged the (undescribed) post on my dash, but then go on reblog the described version instead. The time this saves can be put to use describing other posts. Of course, scanning the reblogs in the notes is tedious, so I'll only spend a minute or so doing that, less if time is pressing.

If you can't find an already described version of a post by scanning the reblogs, you can also search for it by pasting any transcribed and copied text into a Google search. You can then reblog any described version that Google finds. It's surprising how successful Google can be at this. (This only saves formatting time since you already have the text transcribed and copied, but to me that's the tedious bit and I try to avoid it if I can.)

Transcribing and searching for textposts this way is especially useful for tracking down Twitter posts that were put on Tumblr as images. You can then copy the text directly from the source (useful for long threads on Twitter). If I'm not up to it, I will link directly to Twitter by pasting the tweet's URL into Tumblr, whereupon the link will automatically appear as an image with ALT text (in dashboard view). This also attributes the source of the text, which is the correct thing to do anyway.

If I can find the Twitter post, I like to add the UTC time and date of of the post as well, so that it is anchored in time. The time and date on a Twitter post is your local time and date, so I usually ask Google what the time and date would be in UTC.

When typing out a Twitter handle, I use a zero width non-joiner after the '@' so that Tumblr does not automatically turn it into a link, which sometimes happens.

When typing out timestamps and dates, it's better to keep certain blocks of text together for better legibility. For example, you don't want Tumblr to break up '3:00PM UTC', with '3:00PM' at the end of a line and 'UTC' at the beginning of the next line. Nor do you want '5 April 2024' to be broken up as '5 April' on a different line from '2024'. To prevent this, replace the original spaces with no-break spaces.

To keep hyphenated words together, use the non-breaking hyphen instead.

I think the Internet may be divided on this, but if an image already has ALT text I prefer to leave it undescribed in the blog text. I read somewhere that folks who use a text-to-speech reader find having both ALT text and the image description in the blog text to be highly annoying, because they have to listen to essentially the same thing twice.

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How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

Plain text: How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

This is a list aimed mostly at helping people who already write IDs; for guides at learning how to do them yourself, check my accessibility and image description tags! I write this with close to two years of experience with IDs and chronic pain :)

Get used to writing some IDs by using both your phone and your computer, if you can! I find it easier to type long-form on my laptop, so I set up videos and long comics on my phone, which I then prop up against my laptop screen so I can easily reference the post without constantly scrolling or turning my head

I will never stop plugging onlineocr.net. I use it to ID everything from six-word tags to screenshots of long posts to even comic dialogue! On that last note, convertcase.net can convert text between all-caps, lowercase, sentence case, and title case, which is super helpful

Limit the number of drafts/posts-to-be-described you save. No, seriously. I never go above 10 undescribed drafts on any of my four blogs. It doesn’t have to be that low, but this has done wonders (italics: wonders) for my productivity and willingness to write IDs. If I ever get above that limit, even if it’s two or three more, I immediately either describe the lowest-effort post or purge some, and if I can’t do that then I stop saving things to drafts no matter what. No exceptions! Sticking to this will make your life so much easier and less stressful

My pinned post has a link to a community doc of meme description templates!

Ask! For! Help! Please welcome to the stage the People’s Accessibility Server! It’s full of lovely people and organized into channels where you can request/volunteer descriptions and ask/answer questions

I make great use of voice-to-text and glide typing on my phone to save my hands some effort!

Something is always better than nothing!!! A short two-sentence or one-sentence ID is better than no ID at all. Take it easy :)

If you feel guilty about being unable to reblog amazing but undescribed art, try getting into the habit of replying to OP’s post to let them know you liked it! This makes me feel less pressured to ID absolutely everything I see

This is a sillier one, but I tag posts I describe as “described” and “described by me.” When saving to drafts, I never preemptively tag with “described by me,” since for some reason that always makes me feel extra pressure and extra stress. Consider doing something similar for yourself if that applies!

I frequently find myself looking at pieces of art which feel like they need to be considered for a bit before I can write an ID for them, and those usually get thrown into drafts, where the dread for writing a comprehensive ID just builds. Don’t do that! Instead, try just staying in the reblog field for a bit and focus on the most relevant aspects of the piece. Marinate on them for a little; don’t rush, but don’t spend more than a handful of seconds either. I find after that the art becomes way easier to describe than it initially seemed!

On that note, look for shortcuts that make IDs less taxing for you to do! For example, I only ever describe clothes in art if they’re relevant to the piece; not doing that every time saves a lot of time and energy for me personally

Building off of that, consider excusing yourself from a particular kind of ID if you want to. Give yourself a free pass for 4chan posts, or fanart by an artist who does really good but really complex comics, whatever. Let it be someone else’s responsibility and feel twice as proud about the work that you can now allot more energy to!

As always, make an effort to find and follow fellow describers! It’s always encouraging to get described posts on your dash, and I find that sometimes I’m happier to ID an undescribed post when the person who put it on my dash is a friend who tagged it with “no ID”

TL;DR: To make ID-writing less stressful and more low-effort, use different devices and software like onlineocr.net and voice-to-text, limit the amount of work you expect yourself to do, and reach out to artists and other describers!

#accessibility #i realize i use google a lot #👀

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