#Time for A Musement

[noisytenant]

i got to play a bunch of rhythm games friday and 1. i want to get one of those e-musement cards so i can Git Gud and 2. sound voltex feels very unintuitive to me. i like the sound FX elements but it's really hard to understand the hand placement intuitively. i could learn but maybe its just not my thang...

i enjoyed wacca and chunithm tho i want to wear gloves next time to reduce friction. i like games where movement is a bigger factor. but also theres so many complicated gacha type mechanics like in chunithm picking a character with abilities and shit... i dont have time for that......... also i didnt get to play maimai cuz all the pro gamers were on it.

[thergdeventlist]

(2023-05-07 to 2023-05-08) The Original Conwy Pirate Festival We 'ad a really great time this year; father Neptune was kind to us an' kept his storm beasts firmly under lock an key. The sun shone brightly and the wind were nought but a mild zephyr o'warm air. Loads o' pirates turned out to see us, an even the militia, wiv a couple o' ignorant minor exceptions, were real gentlemen. There were loads o' cannon fire and waving o' cutlasses an' merry tunes an' entertainment stuff. T'were a little market selling all sorts o' geegaws an sweet fings. An plenty o' clever musements for little uns. Aye, we all ad a great time and can't wait for next year! If ye was there, I wishes ye a safe voyage till next year; I know ye'll be back. If ye missed this year 'ave a little look at the gallery an see some o' the folk who did come an' what they got up to!

[pseudo-anthropologist]

"I'm also so happy just because I love the holidays. it's the one time of year when my sloth, greed and gluttony are all celebrated, and my feelings of envy and wrath towards my fellow men are dulled down to a pleasant hum until the new year comes.

it's a shame that the only deadly sins I inhibit aren't lust and pride because those are the only ones that seem kind of healthy." Oh Mr. Muse you understand me more than could ever

[woodstockbtswriter]

Waiting

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.38K

Author’s Note: This is the first of several stories inspired by these kissing story prompts. Hope you enjoy! 💕

Prompt: Kissing Jungkook at a party because you miss each other.

Requested by @blackwhiteandshadesofgradient

Waiting

“He’s not here yet.” Namjoon said all too knowingly, handing you a water bottle as he plopped down next to you on the couch.

You took the bottle from him with a grateful nod, your cheeks growing warm.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You lied, knowing full well who he meant.

Namjoon lifted an eyebrow.

“You haven’t left this spot since you arrived, you’ve been scanning the room nonstop, and your eyes shoot to the door every time someone walks in.” He argued. “You’re clearly waiting for someone, and you know we both know who.”

You sighed. There was no use pretending in front of Namjoon. He could obviously tell that, though the party was in full swing, your enjoyment of the evening was hindered by the feeling that something - or rather, someone - was missing. Dozens of people mingled about, dancing, chatting, laughing, and flirting, but the house just felt… empty without him there.

“He said he’d be here.” You confided in Namjoon. “And I haven’t seen him in so long... I guess I’m just a little anxious.”

Namjoon nodded, taking a swig of his drink.

“He’s missed you, too, you know.” He said after he swallowed.

Your eyes widened as you studied Namjoon’s face.

“He… missed me?”

“Of course,” Namjoon scoffed, “You’re all he talks about. Like, all he talks about. It’s been kind of annoying, actually.”

You continued to stare at him, but said nothing.

Seeing the incredulity plain on your face, Namjoon leaned forward, lowering his voice.

“Wait, do you not know?” He asked.

“Know what?” You replied reflexively.

Namjoon’s expression became a perfect combination of amusement and bemusement.

“Jungkook’s in love with you.” He stated as though it was obvious. “He’s crazy about you.”

Your lips parted, but no words escaped them for a long moment.

Finally, you shook your head, though you couldn’t deny the way Namjoon’s assertion made your heart race.

“No, that’s not… I don’t… I mean… How do you know? Did he say that?” You stuttered.

Namjoon chuckled, then leaned in closer, nearly whispering.

“Listen, you didn’t hear it from me, but I happen to know, for a fact, that if you were to make a move… Jungkook-ah would be yours in a heartbeat.”

You looked Namjoon in the eye, trying to decide if you believed him. You trusted his intent - he was always honest with you - but you weren’t sure if you trusted his judgement. As much as your heart ached for what he was saying to be true, maybe he was seeing something that wasn’t really there.

“If all that’s true - if Jungkook’s so in love with me - why has he never made a move?” You challenged. “I mean, if you can tell I like him, can’t he tell?”

Namjoon leaned back, slinging an arm across the back of the sofa.

“You know he’s too shy.” He shrugged a shoulder. “He doesn’t have a lot of experience with relationships. So if you want to be more than friends, he’s going to need you to be straightforward with him.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but froze when your phone in your hand chimed with an incoming message. You checked the screen compulsively, your attention instantly stolen from Namjoon and the rest of the party. And when you saw the message was from Jungkook, you immediately opened it, your heart in your throat.

“Is that Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon smirked as though he already knew that it was. He must have known from the way your face lit up.

You nodded, your smile growing.

“He said he’s almost here,” You informed Namjoon, rising to your feet, “So I’m going to go meet him outside. Is it alright if I talk to you later?”

Namjoon nodded, waving a hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about me.” He grinned. “You just go get your man.”

“Thanks, Joonie, you’re the best!” You gave his hand a quick squeeze, then deftly wove your way through the sea of bodies in the room, quickly reaching the front door.

But as soon as you stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind you, you ran directly into another body.

“Oh, sorry, sorry!” You tensed up, your apologies spilling out automatically.

But then you felt strong hands gently grip your arms, and found yourself staring into a very familiar pair of large brown eyes.

“Whoa! It’s okay, it’s me!” Jungkook reassured you, a soft smile on his handsome face, and relief washed over you.

“Kookie!” You beamed, throwing your arms around his neck without hesitation, your excitement suddenly overflowing. “I’m so glad you’re here! I missed you so much!” You told him, giving him a squeeze, your heart thumping against his chest.

“I missed you, too.” He chuckled in your ear, and you leaned back to admire the way his smile reached his eyes.

Then the next thing you knew, you were pulling him down to place a peck on his lips.

Jungkook stiffened in your arms; his whole body went rigid and his lips felt like stone as you kissed them. You promptly pulled away to gauge his response, and his eyes were larger than you’d ever seen them.

“Sorry!” You exclaimed, a knot forming in your gut. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me! I’m just so happy to see you, and Namjoon said - well, he said you’re crazy about me too, and that I just needed to make a move - ”

You realized you were rambling as Jungkook’s hands cupped your face, and you cut yourself off to return his gaze.

To your pleasant surprise, he didn’t look stunned anymore, and his eyes were no longer so wide.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Jungkook said, his thumbs kneading your cheeks. “I’m sorry I froze. I was just surprised.”

“It’s okay.” You gave a breathy laugh. “I surprised myself.”

Jungkook chuckled again, then looked you in the eyes.

“And I’m sorry I’m late, too. I didn't mean to keep you waiting... If I’d known this is how you were going to greet me, I would have driven much faster.”

You felt heat flood your body as he smiled in the way you adored, his nose scrunching and the corners of his eyes crinkling. Your face was still in his hands, and you were sure he could feel the warmth of your cheeks. You tried to formulate a response, but before you could say anything, Jungkook pulled you closer.

“Maybe we could try again?” He asked hopefully, awaiting your consent.

You smiled, nodding slightly, and a look of determined concentration wrinkled Jungkook’s brow as he tilted his head, searching for your mouth. Your pulse throbbed in anticipation as his nose bumped yours. Then when his lips found your lips, your heart seized as he tentatively touched them together.

Afraid your knees may give out beneath you, you clutched Jungkook tighter, your hands grasping the hair at the back of his head. Feeling you melt in his arms, he moved his hands from your cheeks to your waist, securing you against his toned body as he pressed his lips more firmly against yours.

“Remind me to thank Namjoon.” You murmured, laying your head on Jungkook’s chest when you both paused for air a few moments later.

“Remind me to thank Namjoon.” Jungkook replied, his breath shaky as he tucked your head under his chin.

You tightened your hold around his narrow waist.

“You know, he’s still inside. We could both thank him together, right now.” You suggested.

Jungkook hummed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Mmm, that’s okay. What do you say we get out of here instead? Just the two of us. I’m not really in the mood for a party tonight after all.”

You leaned back to look at Jungkook’s face.

“Unless you want to stay…” He trailed off, your expression making him uncertain.

“No,” You shook your head, “We can leave.”

“You sure?” Jungkook checked.

“I’m sure.” You nodded. “I don’t want to stay if you’re not staying.”

Another grin lit up Jungkook’s face.

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

You mirrored his adoring expression, stretching up to kiss his smiling lips again, and he eagerly met you halfway.

“Because,” You explained between kisses, “It wasn’t... much of a party... without you there.”

[necros-writings]

My Characters, Alive Ep. 3

(This is very much inspired by @vassalex character Kai, a big old naga that's just a sweetie and I wanted to do something with that! So have Ethan meeting Kai!)

"You know, Beets, this is not what I was expecting to spend my weekend, traipsing through a forest," Ethan mumbled, picking his way carefully through the underbrush.

Luckily, it was an old forest, so he didn't have to worry too much about branches, the lowest of them were usually several feet above his head, even while in his true form. Though some tended to snag on the topmost of the horns that started at the top of his head and ended somewhere at the base of his neck. They weren't terribly sharp or prominent, but there was just enough sticking out to catch a branch or two. The same with his bat-like ears. Honestly, it was enough to make him almost consider swapping back into his human disguise, but he often felt cramped and small like that, as he went from a nice nine feet in height to, what he considered a child-like, 6 feet.

Beets replying with his piping notes broke into Ethan's, brief, consideration of species height difference and the advantages it brought and he cast about, looking for his large clockwork beetle. "Well, yeah, you're right, I need things from here that I can't find anywhere else, but I was hoping John or Mason would handle it."

Beets began piping again, a little more aggressively. "I know I shouldn't rely on them for everything, but this sort of work is rarely safe enough for me." Ethan crouched down to peer at the roots of a particularly large tree, reaching into the small areas between tree thick roots with his long and spindly fingers. Another advantage of his real body. Human fingers would be too short and fat. "Ah, what's this what's this!" He pulled out a curiously colored stone, turning it over and over. "Oh.... just a pebble." Come to think of it, it wasn't all that curiously colored. The tint of his shaded goggles just made it look different. Beets piped up again. "I do not need my eyes checked." He tossed the pebble away and stood, heading off into the trees.

Ethan wandered the forest for another hour before Beets began piping loudly, excitedly. "A clearing? Ruins? Or runes? Ribs? Slow down, I can't understand you when you go so fast!" Eventually, Ethan was able to calm Beets down and get a proper sentence out of the excited clockwork beetle. "I should have given you an actual voice." He grumbled as they set off for the ruins ahead. "Though... now that I think about it, that'd be pretty disturbing." Beets piped out an agreement.

Another few minutes of pushing through the trees and Ethan finally burst out of the trees and into.....a thinner area of trees. "I've really got to work on your definition of 'clearing'." At least there were actually ruins. Still there was plenty more room to walk around than before and ruins were always fascinating for him. Old machines and ways of life were excellent inspiration for new inventions after all.

And so, Ethan spent the next hour or so crawling and climbing and peering and, quite often, guessing. So many things to see and try to understand and he was engrossed in it all. So much so that he failed to notice that the apparent inhabitant of the ruins had returned from.... wherever he'd been. The sound of a long and heavy body dragging through the brush didn't even phase Ethan, nor did the first couple times his suddenly put upon host cleared his throat. It was only when he felt a hand on his shoulder did Ethan know someone else was there and so naturally reacted as most would: he freaked and screamed.

Rather unfortunately for Kai, the naga forest god that resided in the ruins, this resulted in a rather painful headache, as Ethan's people, the Staidmon, communicated through psychic means, their hidden mouths used only for eating.

"Oh! Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I didn't know someone else was here!" Ethan said, beginning a very long moment of profuse apologies.

"It's alright, I apologize for scaring you. I didn't realize how.... focused you were." Kai replied, trying his best to reassure the.... creature before him. In all honesty, when he first saw... him? Kai though he'd have to fight. Wouldn't be the first time adventurers and treasure seekers had come to his temple, seeking the usual and instead finding him and turning hostile. What he had not expected was a very shrill scream followed up by apologies. "Um.... if I might ask though, what are you doing in my home?"

"Oh! You live here? I thought some things looked a little new." Ethan waved an object in his hand. He wasn't entirely certain what it was, but it was definitely newer than the ruins. He'd just figured some long dead explorers left it. "Oh! I was looking for materials! I'm an inventor! And I love places like this! Humans of old made some clever things, before the invention of the engine and more complicated machines!"

"Yes, they... did." Kai was more than a little bemused by this self proclaimed inventor, but he seemed sincere in his words and.... rather excited at the idea of old technology.

"Oh, actually! Look!" Ethan reached out an arm, similar to the way a falconer would if they wanted their bird to land, and waited a moment. Kai, a little interested by this strange gesture, waited patiently and gasped when a large, gleaming, metal beetle landed on the inventor's arm. "This is Beezle the Beetle! I call him Beets for short! I made him! I've been trying to teach him, make him as smart as a person!"

"Is.... that possible?"

"No idea!" Ethan replied cheerily. "But that's the fun of it! Actually, speaking of names! I'm Ethan Landless! It's a pleasure you meet you.....?"

"I'm Karthikeyan. But most people call me Kai."

"Karthikeyan is a lovely name though!"

"Most people find it difficult to pronounce." Kai explained, trying not to appear too excited at someone saying his whole name. Though he really does like 'Kai'.

"I've noticed! Humans and other creatures that use their mouths to speak are quite terrible at pronunciations! Then again, if I had to speak around my tongue, it'd be a nightmare."

"What do you mean?"

"I can show you! Though, fair warning, it can be a bit freaky."

"I've seen plenty of strange things."

"Well, if you're sure." Ethan's jaw gives a little wiggle and then starts moving down, similarly to how a jaw should if someone is opening their mouth. And while Ethan's head and face are similar to a human's, if a human had reptile-like eyes and a flat nose and bat-like ears, even if a human had all that, where a mouth should be, there was nothing. At least, for the moment. As his jaw moved lower, a.... split or crack appeared where a mouth should be, growing longer and longer until finally Ethan's hidden mouth could be seen in whole: a gaping maw with a long thin tongue that likely could reach down to his chest. "See? Speaking with this would be downright uncomfortable, I'm sure." It was quite odd to hear Ethan so clearly and perfectly, despite his mouth hanging open and his tongue sticking out.

Kai, while trying his very best to be polite, couldn't help but stare. After all, Ethan had essentially just grown a mouth, or at least appeared to. And he watched with equal interest, and some concern, as he pulled his tongue back in and closed his mouth, the split closing seamlessly again. "I must admit, that's not something I've seen before."

"I've not seen it in any other species, except one! Curious beings they are, but so interesting! They also lack any visible facial features, besides eyes!" At this Ethan cupped his fingers over his own eyes, and goggles, emphasizing them. "It's quite curious!"

"I can imagine." Kai was beginning to move rapidly from bemusement to amusement. Ethan's rather rapid-fire words and general excited state was.... endearing, once he got over the 'accidental home invasion' part of meeting him.

Then Beets began a rapid piping sound, dancing in place on Ethan's head, where he'd moved to at some point in the conversation. "Oh! Time's up! I have to get back!" He hopped down from his spot on top of the ruins. "I've got to get going, but it was a pleasure to meet you, Karthikeyan!"

"And it was a pleasure to meet you as well, Ethan. Feel free to visit again."

"Absolutely!" He almost seemed to vibrate with the happiness he felt at being invited back. He waved as he headed back into the forest, nearly tripping over the roots before turning to pay proper attention to where he was going.

"Well, he was certainly a strange one." Kai said to himself with a small laugh.

(And that's it! I'm not too certain I got the characterization of Kai right, since I still don't know too terribly much about him, but I hope it was good! If any of y'all would like to know more about Kai, you should go to @vassalex and check out their stuff! If you wanna know some more about Ethan, click here! And don't forget to reblog 💜)

[totalmultistantrash]

master list

i run a bunch of different blogs but since this is my multi blog, this masterlist will include all of my fics across all of my blogs! groups are listed in alphabetical order. i’ll probably add more groups at some point lol.

[15:35] • San Smut(ish) Drabble [07:52] • Wooyoung Smut(ish) Drabble

THE SWEETEST FRUIT

Demon San AU

A mysterious boy appears to you one night, and he promises you something absolutely delicious. But will it be worth everything he asks in return? And what brought him here in the first place? Something doesn’t seem right...

Preview

The Pleasure Collection • DOPE Era Smut

1. The Art of Seduction

Navy Member Yoongi AU

You finally see Yoongi after his six years of service in the navy and he’s so much more attractive than you remember. Now that you’re grown, you’re determined to make him yours.

Read Here

2. If You Insist

Police Officer Jungkook AU

After being targeted by the criminal that has been kidnapping young women across the city, you meet a certain police officer who makes it his sole mission to protect you.

Read Here & Epilogue

3. Temptation (Jimin)

Office Worker Jimin AU

He was the love of your life, and one day he disappeared without a word. Nearly a decade later, he returns, and nothing in the world could prepare you for the whirlwind of being Park Jimin’s boss.

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THE WITCHING

Adventure AU • Series (Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin)

With the help of four boys, you fight to find a way out of the mysterious town in which you are trapped, discovering secrets that you should never learn and being haunted by an unforgiving evil.

Part 1 • More Coming Soon

TTYL

Idol/Camgirl AU • Taehyung Smut Series

An incredible amount of luck leads to an unforgettable experience on a video-chat website with a sexy stranger.

Part 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 - Completed

The Space Between

Photographer AU • Taehyung Almost Smut Oneshot

You meant for it to be a simple photoshoot. But with the unexpected language barrier, the shoot becomes more physical than anticipated. And you had no idea what kind of affect this gorgeous stranger would have on you.

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Shelter From The Storm

First Time/Stuck In A Cabin AU • Yoongi Smut Series

After intentionally isolating yourself for years, you somehow end up inviting a complete stranger into your very small, very cozy home for a long, rainy weekend. Maybe there’s a reason he got lost on your land; maybe you need him just as much as he needs you.

Part 1 • 2 • More Coming Soon

Heat Wave

Boyfriend AU • Yoongi Bondage Smut Oneshot

Your boyfriend has made a habit of tying you up, and you couldn’t possibly refuse him.

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London Fog

Secret Admirer AU • Yoongi Fluff Oneshot

He works at a coffee shop. She works at a tea shop. Maybe it’s true what they say about opposites attracting.

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Tilted

Robot AU • Yoongi Fluff Drabble

For something so mechanical, she truly was made of pure joy, an eternal beacon of hope and wishful thinking. He wanted to survive, but she wanted to live.

Read Here

If You Insist (Epilogue)

Police Officer AU • Jungkook Smut Drabble

You excitedly dash home after a long day of classes - this is the first night in weeks that your boyfriend is home and you intend to take full advantage of it.

Note: This is an EPILOGUE. Please read If You Insist first!

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Don’t You Dare Hold Back

Masseuse AU • Namjoon Smut Oneshot

Get ready. You’re about to have the best massage of your life.

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Hot for Teacher

College AU • Hongseok/Kino/Wooseok x Reader Smut Series

You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

Part 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • More Coming Soon

Ask My Muses: Hot for Teacher

Roommates

Roommates AU • Changgu Smut Oneshot

You’ve been best friends with Changgu for forever. But can you really be content with being just friends when you become roommates?

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All The Time In The World

Soulmates AU • Yanan Fluff Oneshot

Ever since you were little, you’d heard about soulmates. You’d been told that there was one person, just a single soul out of the seven billion on the planet, that was meant to join with yours. But how long would it take for you to Connect?

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Imagines/Drabbles

Boyfriend Habits • Pentagon Imagine

Amusement Park Date • Hyunggu Fluff Imagine

Just A Thought • Hongseok Fluff Drabble

Do As You Please • Changgu Smut(ish) Drabble

The Boy Who Stole Your Heart

Idol Boyfriend AU • Chan Smut/Fluff Oneshot

in which your boyfriend returns from war tour

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Last updated: 11/28/2019

[diveronarpg]

In fair Verona, our tale begins with ALVA FAE, who is TWENTY-FOUR years old. They are often called ARIEL and are NEUTRAL. He uses HE/THEY pronouns.

A father set in his ways, a mother who refused to speak up, Alva from a young age was forced to face the fact that their family would never understand them. Growing up in a Mennonite community in New York with eight siblings, Alva was often the one pushed aside. They were not manly enough, they were not well spoken enough, they were not strong enough to do any of the things their family needed them to do. Because of this, their father gave up on them at an early age, leaving a young Alva ALONE to their own devices. They would often go out into the fields, daydreaming of a life they could never have, wind flowing around them, they pictures what it would be like to have it take them away. Somewhere new, somewhere far. But Alva dared not dream around their father, no. Instead, they focused on staying quiet, staying INVISIBLE. If their father was not to notice them, then perhaps they might escape unscathed. The only time they ever let their voice free, was when they were allowed to sing at Sunday Mass. He remembers still the light of pride in his mother’s eyes as the congregation looked at him, his voice resonating for all to hear. He wonders now if she would still be proud of him, if she would still love him, knowing the things he had done.

The older they got, the less this worked. Now that Alva was growing into a man, there were RESPONSIBILITIES they now had to take over. They had to act their age, they had to stop looking at life as though he could be anything but who he was. He would follow in his father’s footsteps. and his father before him. He would marry a woman, she would have eight more babies, and they would then follow along that path. But what was he to do when, even then, nothing felt quite right? The more he would pretend, the more he felt CONSTRAINED, lost, and like he was slowly losing any type of hope for life at all. On Alva’s seventeenth birthday, he met the woman who was intended to be his wife. At the time, it was difficult to understand the nauseous feeling in their stomach at the thought, but the further they were from the situation, the more they could see just how far from themself they had strayed. The nausea in their belly nothing more than a warning that their body, and their spirit, were no longer aligned. The night before their wedding, Alva laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling begging for a solution, for anything to get them out of there. It came in the wind, somewhere in the distance, the sound of a group, talking and laughing, walking down the road. It was odd for anyone outside of the community to be around those parts, especially at night, but Alva took it as a sign from God. They packed up whatever things they had, as silently as they could, they concealed their face, climbed out of the window, and ran to SALVATION. 

They took him in, the leader of the group taking a particular interest in him, taking advantage of his innocence, and showing him just what he had been missing out on in the real world. What could he do but follow along? Until he escaped, until he took whatever money he had, and left. They were in France then, he had followed them to college there, his ticket paid for by the man whose rag doll he played. And there he was again. Lost, alone, TERRIFIED. He changed his name and moved on, forever leaving the past behind him, never daring to look back. Sometimes, he let himself wonder. What would have happened if he had never left? If he had married that woman, had their kids, lived their mediocre and unhappy life? Wouldn’t it be the same feeling of dissatisfaction? Perhaps that was his fate, perhaps his life was meant to be lived in IN-BETWEENS. In between himself, in between worlds, in between life. Once again, Alva lost their voice, and once again, they were cursed to a life of in-betweens. Alva made their way through Europe, with no place to stay permanently, they found the beds of strangers to sleep in. Some kind, others not. After a while, they all began to blend together. They no longer knew what they were looking for, no longer knew who it was that could help them, that could save them. They decided they were ready to give up in Italy. That perhaps the wind would never sweep them away, that they would be held tight in the CHAINS he himself had created forever. 

One final drink, they told themself. One final drink and that would be it for them, they would finally go and drift in the wind. No longer would they be STUCK in between, no longer would anyone take advantage of them, no longer would they be tied to a world they felt they did not belong in. No longer would their voice be tied up in his throat, refusing to resonate, refusing to be free. As they walked back to their hotel room, they passed the cathedral. It was the first time Alva enjoyed feeling small, looking up at it as though it were his safe haven, as though perhaps this was his final chance to connect to God before everything disappeared for them. Perhaps, despite all that he had done, he would still be able to make it into Heaven. He walked in and found himself to be alone, his footsteps resonating around him. And, memories of his youth filling him with emotion, he SANG. He didn’t notice the sound of her footsteps, and when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he assumed it to be God. Telling him it was alright, that his sins would no longer matter in His kingdom. He closed his eyes, letting his voice dissipate, and that was when he heard her. Mona. She offered him a home, she offered him sanctuary, she offered him a voice, power, family. A sense of BELONGING. Alva, seeing her as a gift from God, agreed. Broken and fragile, he followed her to the Dark Lady. She delivered on everything she promised, and for that, she’d gained his loyalty. He works as a lounge singer there, looking over the room, seeing who had taken a particular interest, and, when the show was over, he used whatever skill he had to coax out their secrets. For once, he had the POWER. For once, he could TAKE, and did not have to give in return.

MONA CHEN: Salvation/Employer. The comfort of a mother was never something they thought they would feel again. In their youth, they were close to their mom, stayed by her side and made sure to hide behind her when things got rough with their dad. Leaving her was the hardest thing Alva had to do. But he had to. While Mona doesn’t satisfy the comfort he needed, truly needed, from his mother, she did make him feel at home. Made him feel safe. And because of that, they are extremely faithful to her. They gather up intel and give it to her willingly, only keeping the darkest of secrets in his own heart. He knows better than to share it all, knows better than to give someone everything they could ever want. Especially someone who saved him. 

PAVEL LAM: Amusement. The past isn’t something often brought up for Alva. It’s something he would prefer to keep locked inside, hidden away so no one would see. But people have questions, they’re curious. They look at this person, so tall and proud, and want to know where one garners such confidence. Alva has taken to lying about their past, about where they’ve been, what they’ve done, and with that comes some elaboration. While it isn’t all a lie, they really did learn to shoot a gun from a wealthy man in Spain, they don’t tell people it was to get away from him. They don’t tell people they learned they were a good shot when the bullet went right between his eyes. He hasn’t shot a gun since, and he doesn’t intend to. Of course, it’s all the more entertaining to tease Pavel, to brag about how great they are, when they see the way their face reddens with annoyance. 

MAEVE PETRE: Interest. The flower of Verona, the sun evading the darkness, there is a lot people don’t know about Maeve Petre. Or, more importantly, there’s a lot Maeve doesn’t know about Maeve, about her family, about her past. Everything had come to light on an uncharacteristically rainy day. Her father and his best friend came sauntering into the Dark Lady, and while her father was preoccupied, spilled his heart to Alva. Of his past, of the wrongs he had done, of the blood on his hands. It wasn’t what they had wanted to hear, what they had expected, and they hold the information close to their heart, unsure of what to do with it, who to tell. He sees the fire in Maeve, wanting to please her father, wanting to right wrongs done to her family. But can he just sit by and watch as she works for the side that so cruelly slaughtered her mother? That ruined her family?

TRINITY ZAKARIAN: Ghost. There is a darkness to her that freezes Alva to their core. It’s rare for them to ever feel scared anymore, not after the things they’ve seen, the things they’ve done. But there’s something about Trinity, something that brings him back to his worst place, reminds him of every memory he tried to keep buried down. Trinity looks into his eyes and sees fear, and a part of them believes that she lives off of it, thrives when he is being weighed down. He avoids her as much as he can, though it seems like she always finds him. Always is looking for him. As though she has something on him, something that could hurt him, something that could jeopardize the home he had built for himself in Verona. 

Alva is portrayed by SIMONAS PHAM and was written by KASS. They are TAKEN by GABE.

[htkmch]

2021.10.1

①きょうの腰痛の意味はなんですか

15. Ally

性のパワーはあなたの味方だよ。抑圧しないで。どろどろしたもの、コントロールできないもの、熱くて火傷しそうな、おぞましいものに見えるかもしれないが、これはあなたの味方であり、エネルギーのみなもとだから。

②そのエネルギーとどう向き合ったらいいですか

切って、ジャンプ。

56. Elixir Fruit / Essence & 38. A-Musement

うわあああん。裏返って飛び出てきて、息を呑んだ。すごすぎる………。すべて、ほんとうにすべてを味わって！そして、楽しんで！きょうの話の流れ的に、自分の内側だけで俎上に載せずに完結させているから難しいんだよな〜と感じていたから、人との関係、すべてのコミュニケーションのなかで、相互に有機的にやってみようねって。

③きょうの学び

10. Wheel of Great Time & 27. Magic Carpet

で、スカートの下に隠れてたのが、

0. Joker

次にやることが見つかったね。自分自身に素直になる、ということだよ。本質でいること。ほんとうの自分自身でいることが闘い。だから、いつだって真実だけを見て、剣を持っている。それは、他者を傷つけるためではない、真実と愛のための闘い。それをやってこうね、他者の中で素直に在ること、それがネクストステージ！鍛錬！

そして、その流れも来ているから、乗っていって。安心して、守られてるからね。そして、前にこの子と一緒に引いたカードだね。これは良い縁。一緒に自由になれる。あと、なぜか水瓶の博愛精神っていうイメージもあるんだよねえ。ひとところしか見えていなくても、裏側まで想像して愛せる。し、世界を股にかけて、びゅんびゅん見ることができる。友だちまんまだ。

0は、「この世をめいっぱいあそぼうね！」だよね。闘いだからこそ、あそぶの！なんにだってなれる、なんだってできるの、めいっぱいこのわたしを楽しんであそぼうね！

④わたしも友人みたいに、ほんとうに自然に、ひとのために何かを与えられるような人になりたいです。そのために、まずわたしが最初にやるといいこと、意識するといいことを教えてください

2枚引いちゃった。

20. Transformation & 63. Centering / The Present

エネルギーを、きちんと魂の方向に向けること。目指す方向が愛の方向であるということを意識すること。そしてここでも、性のエネルギーが上に向かっていくようすが描かれていて（しかも腰！）、在るエネルギーを、抑圧するように消耗するのではなく、きちんと方向を定めて進んでいくために使いなさい。方向が決まっていれば、それは素晴らしいパワーだからね。あと、変わろうとしている自分自身と、理想の自分自身は、同じものだからね。同じ。同じだよ。

そして、「今ここ」をまずは受け取っていく���と。この喜びを。それをちゃんと受け取れれば、自然とお返ししたくなる。だから、まずは現在というプレゼントを受け取って。

⑤あした話す人とよい関係を築くうえで意識したらいいこと

いっぱいびりびりした。

45. Like a Bubble

35. As Above / So Below

30. Castles in the Clouds

63. Centering / The Present

45と35で、まず、二つの対になるもののバランス、という感じがした。あと、内面と表層は違う、という。どんな内的・外的環境においても、落ち着いて浮かんで。平静を保とう。

あと、夢見すぎないように！

とりあえず、そのときをたのしみな。45も63もそう言ってるね。

63の「月」がめっちゃ気になる。なぜ月？衛星、守る。

わかりにくいのですが、つまり……？

43 Mount Meru : Center of the Universe

これも、「Center」だね。ただただ、今の自分自身でいることだよ。空想でも未来でもなく。今の自分自身でしかいられないのだから。

⑥今のわたしが気づいていなくて、気づいたほうがいいことを教えてください

17. Island of Jewels

足りないものがある、と思っているかもしれないけど、あなたは、その状態でパーフェクトで美しいんだよ。過去のすべてが、あなたを形作っている。足りないものはない。今のあなたの美しさに気づいて。

うわーんありがとうね……。

あと、あなたがあなたとして輝くことで、他の人たちもきらきらで集ってくるよ、というふうなのがきた。そうだね。わたしはわたしですってきらきらでいるね！

[libidomechanica]

Poor found here my love

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loosend Apoll of alonely  grounds one deares finity its cold  pierce so; and boon ecling that image  of beauty; fonder for cate more  the bleating leave, And cravail h

ave a calls like Brance monumerabled witness to  lookd of for children. done, ( which had each hange to be seas, and  sweet Te Desolving Jeaning. Even is  darket from its cold ocean alive to 

here me, being flow: but thine, the  Blissfully here! Hand not beyonder morning in  all the Pilgrim sell disconted  tonicle on he highway, pardon: woe;  phillows. “Lo the long, so attains binding,

Accepts me; and the ever her  the hungry methin; on sever,  to who, flight, and Clear it! With  are. Oer-praise be his cry; for  preces? ” I am, and so, more are 

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attack. Such should not! And left all the  night. This bride;) the saddle nevery  spillow descend! I doubts and vast point  cold: and out form and face and mother  ding— kindless no more his gent of your 

like ye wet, “and to speed. Benignal  of all might beatering swords musements  its moment I could make his mazes  of the gate or dumb all this ranger  stops, that thee, and wonderes for 

asses said, the oather tied, and  rising sleep. —He speak of her Pasimond  types payne esses foot soard to shall  of life bestore harp a tunnes as  that is popping page thy goads studing lamps 

ago you made nuptial basest on that  for sleep; go chaste, her bosom banners  that go this down be praises  free by the stole as in the  enough the run by 

the surgy markd will that you into  stack to sing stay it  no other look for a strangel of  lifes face my mind ‘than I answers the  spellers, everywhere abhorrow 

scope, all were my waking in this  crude in grants mean no rent kiss own hand: our  sense hanger scope, the made is  ending straight islandering; but flowed their richly short,  and his bloom ouer stillegally quites 

out a bunchast burge enduring,  I feel not rain, till the breed, id  war, and Self-chast. In the heart? I  have and not after, a many hoar,  where is not of find but a cloud.’”

[tlsmnetwork]

Re-Ignition Sequence... pt 3

I drew a line in the sand when I turned 38 last yr, as the universe began unfolding in front of me, and showing me what my path would be amid the most drastic change our world has ever known. My faith began to grow, simply because there was nothing left to cling to. I reinvested in my inner peace, the light inside me, the flame that needed to be reignited before I could ever hope to do anything ever again. I prayed to my God, my Goddess, my Guides, I began to feel the magick growing back within me, I began to unpack my life and grow into my space, my energy began to expand, regulate, and slowly, the creative in me began to reappear. Art in so many varieties, expression; but still no music. I tried to write lyrics here and there a tune popped into my brain. The original muse was no longer reverberating through me. I communed and turned to my other passions, I began to create in other mediums. I surrounded myself with other creatives, friends whom were just acquaintances before suddenly became big parts of what my life was shaping to be. I created more still. Then one day, when all of my back luck/unemployment pay came piling in, I knew it was time.

So then and there, Life Soul Musement, LLC. the idea of mine that had been planted nearly 2 decades (damn I'm old) ago, burst to life. I became an official business, and though at the time, had yet to determine what that would shape up to be, needed only to be known one thing. I. Am. Not. Done!

[architectnews]

World’s Most Popular Brutalist Buildings

World’s Most Popular Brutalist Buildings, Architecture Guide

World’s Most Popular Brutalist Buildings Guide

1 Oct 2020

To celebrate World Architecture Day, on Monday October 5th, Musement has revealed ten of the world’s most popular brutalist buildings on Instagram.

Most Popular Brutalist Buildings in the World

1st October 2020 – Many impressive buildings and architectural styles with a historical and interesting past have lost appreciation and admiration in everyday life. Despite this, social media networks have succeeded in the resurgence in popularity of certain architectural styles, particularly with brutalism.

Brutalist architecture emerged during reconstruction projects in the post-war era during the 1950s in Great Britain. The style is often characterised by exposed concrete, modular geometric shapes and utilitarian feel. By the late 1970s brutalist designs fell out of favour, with many people associating the style with urban decay and oppression.

Now, with over 869,000 posts on photo sharing platform Instagram, #brutalism is now considered cool again. Popularity of these massive concrete structures has risen greatly, becoming a trend amongst social media users. Musement, the online platform for tours and activities, has compiled a ranking of the most popular on the social platform:

Torre Velasca (Milan, Italy) 23,591 posts

photo : Stefano Ferrario

The Velasca Tower is a skyscraper built in the 1950s by the BBPR architectural partnership in Milan. A modern interpretation of a medieval castle, the building is approximately 100 metres tall and sits south of Duomo Square. Standing out against the city skyline, the building is regarded by locals as one of the ugliest buildings in the city, yet it seems to be particularly popular with Instagrammers.

Trellick Tower (London, England) 19,225 posts

photo : Steve Cadman

One of the most photographed buildings in London, the Trellick Tower is a 98-metre-high residential building. Designed by architect Ernö Goldfinger, the unique building features a separate lift and service tower linked to the main building by walkways. High rise apartments and brutalist architecture were falling out of favour by the time the tower was completed in 1972. Nevertheless, the building has seen a resurgence in popularity on Instagram and as a filming location in recent years.

Habitat 67 (Montreal, Canada) 18,911 posts

photo : Ingi Finnsson

Presented as modular housing by Moshe Safdie at the 1967 World Expo in Montreal as a vision of social housing for the future of cities. Comprising a three-dimension landscape, 354 stacked concrete ‘boxes’ are cleverly joined together to make 158 residential buildings. It is currently one of the most famous buildings in Montreal.

The Barbican Estate (London, England) 16,284 posts

photo : Matt Buck

The Barbican Estate is a complex of brutalist buildings erected in the city of London in the 1960s. The complex includes the London Museum, the Barbican Public Library and the Barbican Arts Centre. The complex, designed by Studio Chamberlin Powell and Bon, was not built for social housing like other brutalist buildings of its time, instead it was designed for affluent city professionals and their families.

Renaissance Center (Detroit, USA) 13,310 posts

photo : Jowest

One of the largest building complexes in the world, seven skyscrapers comprise this brutalist structure in central Detroit. The first phase of the complex was completed in 1977 and consists of a five-tower rosette, with four 39-story towers surrounding a fifth 73-story building. Two additional 21-story towers opened in 1981. Known as a city within a city, this complex is featured heavily in brutalist architecture on Instagram.

Unité d’Habitation – Citè Radieuse (Marseille, France) 12,533 posts

photo : Alexander Rentsch

Within this brutalist complex, the Cité Radieuse building stands out. Designed by Le Corbusier, this complex became a model of brutalism and influenced many other brutalist buildings across Europe. Made of exposed concrete, the building is arranged over 12 stories and is suspended on large pillars.

Ihme Zentrum (Hanover, Germany) 10,472

photo : Niels Heidenreich

The Ihme Zentrum in Hanover was built in the 1970s. It was designed to be a ‘city within the city’ offering plenty of residential, office and commercial space. However, the building complex has been left in a state of decay in recent years, which has only added to its popularity on Instagram, precisely because of it’s deserted atmosphere.

Geisel Library (San Diego, USA) 7,768 posts

photo : Talal Albagdadi

One of the most recognisable buildings at the University of California in San Diego. Designed by William Pereira, the structure is reminiscent of hands holding a book. The 33-metre-high reinforced concrete tower is considered a fascinating blend of brutalist and futuristic architecture.

Boston City Hall (Boston, USA) 6,386 posts

photo : Daniel Lobo

Nine floors of exposed concrete make this building one of the most important brutalist symbols in the United States. Designed by Kallman McKinell & Knowles between 1963 and 1968, it is a prominent and controversial example of brutalist architecture. The structure has been subject to public disapproval and is often called one of the world’s ugliest buildings.

Torres Blancas (Madrid, Spain) 5,786 posts

photo : Fred Romero

This 81-metre high tower, which was built in Madrid between 1964 and 1969 is an extraordinary example of brutalist and organic architecture in Spain. The top of the exposed concrete building is designed to look like a tree-top, so that it would merge with its surrounding landscape. Source:

Musement Analysis – The number of posts on Instagram for 200 brutalist buildings was analysed. Buildings with general names that cannot be clearly assigned to the buildings and those in which major events take place were excluded from the results.

Musement is headquartered in Milan and has offices in Hamburg, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Dubai, London, Munich, New York, Orlando and Paris. The company has been certified as a Great Place To Work® and is listed in the top 25 Best Workplaces® in Italy (within the 150-499 employee subgroup). In September 2018, Musement became part of the German group TUI, the largest integrated tourism operator in the world.

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Brutalist Architecture – Habitat 67, Montreal: image courtesy of architects Brutalist Buildings

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[megs--mind-blog]

Hello! Welcome back to my blog.

Before I dive into trip reviews I thought I would share an app review with you that will make trip planning incredibly easy! Musement is an application I’ve recently discovered and after using it to plan an upcoming trip to Montreal, I think it will be a must-have tool for any itinerary in the making. Best of all, it is free! Let me know what you think about the app and if you would use it to plan your next trip.

Until next time,

Megan

[thegamemann]

All in the Family - Loud House One Shot

Here's the fifth chapter to my story This is us. This chapter takes place after Ronnie Anne moved in with her extended family. This chapter will also introduce my OC’s. Enjoy. It was a special day for a certain young couple. Spring was in full force and the students were excited because school was out for spring break. They get a whole week to enjoy themselves without having to worry about the burdens of the classroom. Ronnie Anne was sitting in her room and will wanna explain the rest for you. “Right-o. It's a special day for me because Lincoln's coming over for the week. His parents are dropping him off and my grandpa Hector’s gonna wait by the front of the building so he can help Lincoln get passed the cats. We managed to convince our families to let him visit and I'm super excited. We've only been talking to each other through video chat and I was really starting to miss actually hanging out with him. My only problem is trying to convince my family that we're not dating. It probably would be easier to just tell them about us but I know they would keep bugging me about it. I know my Aunt Frida would keep taking pictures of us while he's here. I just want to have a nice, fun spring break with my boyfriend without having to deal with the craziness of my family.” The front door could be heard opening up, causing Ronnie Anne to shoot up with a smile. “That's probably him now.” She got up from her bed and walked out of her room. She made her way to the living room and saw Lincoln standing there with his orange suitcase while her family was welcoming him to their abode. “Hey, Ronnie Anne.” Lincoln greeted. “Hey, Lame-o.” Ronnie Anne greeted back while punching him in the arm. “I see your punching hasn't gotten any softer.” He said while rubbing his arm. “You know it.” She declared with prideful smile. “Ronnie Anne, why don't you show your boyfriend where he’ll be staying?” Frida suggested. “He's/I'm not her/my boyfriend.” Ronnie Anne and Lincoln protested at the same time before walking down the hall. “You’ll be staying in Bobby’s room on the air mattress. I figured you wouldn't want to be in the same bed as him since he moves around in his sleep.” She opened the door to the room. “Just leave your stuff here and we can go to my room.” “Alright.” He complied as he left his suitcase in the room and proceeded to follow her. They entered the room and Ronnie Anne took a seat at her desk while Lincoln chose to stand. “So how's everything back in Royal Woods?” She asked. “Same old, same old. Things haven't been too exciting since you moved.” He claimed. “Of course they haven't. I'm not there to make things exciting. But how have your sister's been? I honestly miss them.” She admitted. “They're good. They keep saying how they miss their future sister-in-law. Which is kind of weird of them to say.” He said while taking a seat on the bed. “Yeah, weird. Heh heh.” She laughed nervously. “So how's everything been here?” He asked. “Pretty good. I managed to get a lock on the bathroom door so no one can just barge right in. I also managed to find a wicked skatepark. I’ll take you by there while you're here.” She said. “I don't think I'm cut out for skateboarding.” He argued. “Doesn't mean you can't come and praise my awesomeness.” She declared. “Okay.” He said while rolling his eyes. “So how have you been getting along with your family?” He asked. “Kinda so-so. My aunt Frida still loves taking pictures of me every chance she gets. It's annoying but I gotta admit some of them I look pretty good in. My grandpa Hector is still a cheapskate. He gave me one of those popsicles I like and then told me I had to pay him a dollar for it.” She complained. “Wow, that is cheap.” He responded. “No kidding. And my grandma Rose keeps trying to get me to eat. I can't take two steps outta my room without her constantly making sure I've eaten. I already gained a few pounds just from her cooking.” She claimed. “You don't look any bigger to me.” He pointed out. “Thanks. Then there's my cousin Carlota, who keeps trying to get me to wear whatever cheap fashion disaster she buys from the thrift shop. Most of those outfits are so girly and lame, they make me want to hurl. I don't know why she thinks I care about fashion. It just gets so frustrating so I try and avoid her.” She complained. “Maybe she just likes spending time you. From what it looks like, she doesn't have any sisters to hangout with. She probably just thinks of you as the little sister she never had.” He said. “I guess. It's just been kinda tricky trying to get used to having an extended family. I'm still trying to adjust.” She confessed. “Don't sweat it. You already know how it is with my family. I still don't really understand everything about my sisters but I manage to get by. You just gotta adapt to everyone and their habits.” He said as he got up and put a hand on her shoulder. “Still giving helpful advice as always.” She pointed out. “Of course. You are my girlfriend.” He declared. “Am I? She questioned. “What do you mean?” He inquired with a worried look on his face. “Ever since you got here, you haven't exactly done anything to prove I'm your girlfriend.” She stated while looking at him with fake hurt on her face. “Well, I guess I need fix to that.” He pulled her out of her seat and wrapped his arms around her as she rested her hands on his chest. “Is this better?” “Much better, Lame-o.” She said as she puckered he lips and moved her face closer to his. “Ronnie Anne!” Carlota came bursting through the door, causing Ronnie Anne to throw Lincoln on to the bed. “Wha-what, what? We weren't doing anything.” Ronnie Anne said with a guilty smile on her face. “There's some people I want you and your boyfriend to meet.” Carlota stated. “He's not my boyfriend and just as well why do we need to meet these people?” Ronnie Anne asked. “Because they're our neighbors and it's not right that you haven't met them since you've been here.” Carlota explained. “So. I haven't met the neighbors back in Royal Woods.” Ronnie Anne pointed out as Lincoln got up from the bed. “These guys are different. They're pretty much another part of the family. Come on, it'll be fun!” Carlota grabbed Ronnie Anne and Lincoln’s wrist and dragged them along. The couple tried to break free from her grasp but to avail. “Boy, she really has a strong grip.” Lincoln stated. “Tell me about it.” Ronnie Anne replied with an angry look. The three arrived in front of an apartment that was a floor above the Casagrande's. “You’re gonna love these guys.” Carlota claimed. “Doubtful.” Ronnie Anne said as Carlota knocked on the door. A scuffle could be heard from the other side of the door as well as repeating of the phrase ‘I got it’. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne looked at each other, confused about what was going on. The scuffle stopped when a loud thud could be heard from inside. “What type of people are these guys?” Ronnie Anne inquired. “You'll see.” Carlota responded with a smile while staring at the door. The door opened to reveal an African American teenage boy who was about Carlota’s height. He wore a white t-shirt and black basketball shorts that went past his knees and had a white spandex cap on his head. “Hey, Lota. What's up?” The teen greeted. “Hey, Jamie. I wanted to finally introduce your family to my cousin, Ronnie Anne and Lincoln. He's visiting for spring break and they're dating.” Carlota introduced. “No, we're not.” Ronnie Anne and Lincoln protested simultaneously. “What's happin’, little homies?” Jamie grabbed Lincoln's palm and slid it across his own palm, slightly gripping his fingers and then pulling away, leaving Lincoln with a confused look on his face. “I'm guessing no one’s eva dapped you up like that before, huh, little man?” Lincoln shook his head. “Well you don't need to worry too much ‘bout dat. Y’all come on in. Mom, Dad and Grandma took da munchkins to the ‘musement park.” Jamie told them. Lincoln looked at Ronnie Anne as she shrugged, not knowing what to think of what just happened. The three followed after Jamie as he closed the door behind them. The apartment looked the same as the Casagrande’s but with a darker color scheme. They went into the living room. “Y’all can sit on da couch.” Lincoln and Ronnie Anne took a seat while Carlota continued standing. “Yo, Lota’s here wit some youngins.” Jamie shouted as footsteps could be heard rushing towards the room. “Ahhhhh, Lota.” A girl was heard screaming as she ran into the room. She had a curly Afro and was wearing jeans and a black and white striped shirt with a sleeveless jean jacket. She bared a small resemblance to Jaime. “Jazz.” Carlota screamed as she ran up to the girl and hugged her while jumping up and down. They broke the hug and held each other's hands. “It's been so long since we last saw each other.” “Girl, we gotta meet up more often.” The girl responded. “Jazmine, stop actin’ like y’all ain't just talk yesterday.” Jamie demanded. “Jamie, you just jealous you don't have a BFF like Lota.” Jazmine snapped back him. “Whateva. Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, dis my twin sista, Jazmine.” Jamie explained. “So this is Ronnie Anne? Lota told me so much about you. And this must be your boyfriend.” Jazmine said. “He's just my friend.” Ronnie Anne replied, defensively. “Okay.” Jazmine said sarcastically with an eye roll. “So you two are twins?” Lincoln asked. “Yep. Even though we don't look like it. I came out with the looks as you can see.” Jazmine said. “Why you lyin to dem kids?” Jamie questioned with an unimpressed look. “That's kinda funny. I have two twin sisters back home.” Lincoln stated. “Aw, they must be as cute as you.” Jazmine said as she booped Lincoln's nose. “Heh heh. Well,I uh... wouldn't say I'm cute.” Lincoln said shyly, earning a jab from Ronnie Anne's elbow and an annoyed look. “Hey, where's Jackson?” Carlota asked. “Yo, Jack, get out here.” Jamie yelled. “I’m coming, I'm coming.” A voice said from down the hall. A teenager with a small Afro wearing a black vest with a blue shirt and red skinny jeans entered the room “Would you chill. I must look on point before I present myself. Okay, jay-jay? I'm not as comfortable looking like a slob like you.” Jackson explained while placing a hand on his hip. “Just introduce yo-self, foo’.” Jaime demanded. “Hi, I'm Jackson. I'm the most talented out of everyone.” Jackson stated as he walked over to the the young couple. “Like whateva.” Jamie and Jazmine challenged, simultaneously. “And you must be the Casagrande's newest edition to their home. Please to meet you.” Jackson held his hand out. “Likewise.” Ronnie Anne shook his hand. “Oh, and this must be your boyfriend. Oooo, you two make such an adorable couple.” Jackson complemented. “We’re not dating.” Ronnie and Lincoln protested together. “You two might as well admit it. I already know about you two.” Carlota claimed. “What? How?” Ronnie Anne and Lincoln questioned together. “Bobby told me. I didn't bother you about it because I knew the family would bug you about.” Carlota confessed. “Dang it, Bobby. Well since the cats out of the bag. Yes, we are dating.” Ronnie Anne finally admitted while grabbing Lincoln's hand. “Oh, honey you look so cute together.” Jackson said. “Oi.” Ronnie Anne groaned. “Wait, there's still one question I have.” Lincoln spoke up. “What’s dat?” Jamie asked. “Who were you wrestling with if Jazmine and Jackson wasn't in the room?” Lincoln questioned. “Oh, he was wrestling with me but he threw me away from the door and my outfit got messed up when I fell on the floor so I left the room to clean up.” Jackson explained. “And I was never in the room.” Jazmine pointed out. “Oh. That makes sense.” Lincoln said. “I also have a question. A few actually.” Ronnie Anne said. “Shoot.” Jackson advised. “If Jamie and Jazmine are twins how come one speaks with an accent?” Ronnie Anne inquired. “Oh, he's speaking in what we call Ebonics.” Jazmine explained. “Ebonics?” Lincoln and Ronnie Anne questioned. “I guess there's not that many southerners where you two are from, huh? Well to put it simply, Ebonics is a type of English that some black people from the south speak. It involves slurring some words and mispronouncing certain words. Like how Jamie replaces the TH in the them with a D. A lot of our family is from the south and we sometimes speak in Ebonics. Jamie and our oldest brother, Jimmy speak in it more than Jackson and I. We speak in it whenever we're angry or sometimes when we're really happy. Jamie and Jimmy speak in it whenever they feel like it.” Jazmine explained. “Whenever I'm in a chill mood I'll speak in Ebonics. I normally speak like this. Where I enunciate my words correctly. I just enjoy speaking in Ebonics. Makes me feel special.” Jamie claimed with a smile. “Your whole brain is special.” Jackson joked. “Hush.” “Okay that explains that. I guess my other question is, how does your family know my family?” Ronnie Anne asked. “Lota’s and our mother went to the same college and your family helped us out at a really bad time. But I won't depress you guys with that story. Also, Lota’s been dating our brother, Jimmy for sometime.” Jazmine explained. “Wait. You have a boyfriend?” Ronnie Anne asked with a baffled look. “Of course.” Carlota responded. “Sweetie, did you really think all this wasn't gonna have a boyfriend?” Jackson gestured to Carlota. “So where is this other brother of yours?” Lincoln asked. “He prolly still sleepin’. Jack, come help me wake him up.” Jamie demanded. “Alright.” Jackson complied as they made their way down the hall to the bedroom. They entered the room and a loud ruckus could be heard. It went on for a few seconds before it turned into silence. Footsteps were heard leaving the room as a tall, semi-buff teenager walked out with a short fade haircut and a small beard on his chin. He wore a black t-shirt and white basketball shorts. He held Jackson in a headlock in one arm and Jamie in the other as they squirmed to break free. “Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, this is our brother, James.” Jackson said through a choked breath as Ronnie Anne and Lincoln looked up in amazement. “Hey, how's it going?” James asked. The young couple were still stunned by the teenagers strength and stature. “Don't let his height fool you. He's only got us like this because we interrupted his sleep. He's like a kitten when he's fully awake.” Jackson stated as Carlota walked up to the teen. “Babyyyy, how am I supposed to get a hello kiss if you're choking your brothers?” Carlota asked with a fake pout. “You right. Come here, you.” James agreed and dropped Jamie and Jackson in favor of grabbing Carlota and pulling her close to him. They shared a brief kiss as Jamie and Jackson got to their feet. Carlota rested her head on James’s chest and looked back at the couple as James smiled. “Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, this is my boyfriend!” Carlota claimed. The couple continued staring at the teen until... “Wow, you're really tall!” The couple pointed out. “That's what happens when you drink your milk, kiddies.” Jackson joked. “Do you play basketball?” Ronnie Anne asked as Carlota moved towards the couch. “I would but people keep saying I have an unfair advantage.” James answered. “That, and if you end up trippin’ and fallin’ on someone, they ain't walkin’ off the court.” Jamie mocked. “Shut up. Over there, lookin’ like a dirty deodorant stick.” James responded. “Oh boy, I'm ‘bout to cook you worst then when you fell asleep on the beach.” Jamie retorted. “Um, excuse me?” Ronnie Anne interjected. “Yes?” The two brothers responded. “You guys don't really act like brothers. It almost seems like you guys hate each other.” Ronnie Anne stated. “You kidding?! I'd destroy anybody who’d try ta hurt these foos right here.” James wrapped his arms around Jackson and Jamie necks. “Yeah. We insult each other because we're family. We're comfortable with each other so we never say anything too hurtful. If anybody we don't know like that tried, they'd be in a world of hurt.” Jackson spoke. “I love these three idiots. They drive me insane sometimes but their family.” Jazmine added, bringing a smile to Lincoln's face. “Wow, you guys remind me of my family.” Lincoln said. “How's yo family little man?” Jamie asked. “Well, I have a 11 sisters so it can get pretty hectic.” Lincoln divulged. “Dang. Y’all got rabbit DNA or summin’?” Jamie joked. “How do you live with that many siblings? Doesn't it feel cramped?” Jazmine asked. “Sometimes but we make it work. Like this one time me and my sisters switched rooms…” Lincoln went on to talk about all of the misadventures he got into with his sisters. Lincoln continued talking for about an hour while standing in the middle of the room. Everyone was sitting on the couch and on the floor as he talked. The brothers and sister were laughing at some of his tales. Some the stories left them a bit confused. “So your sisters ruined your chances to get your cereal?!” Jamie said. “Yep. But they made it up to me by buying the zombie bran.” Lincoln explained. “Man, I would of threw dem under the bus. I ain't about to let no one mess up my chance of gettin’ breafas.” Jamie proclaimed. “Yo sisters sound like a handful in a half.” James pointed out. “Tell me about it.” Ronnie Anne added. “So what about you, Ronnie Anne? Lota kept telling me all about you. Like how she likes finally having another girl in the house and that she finally has something like a little sister.” Jazmine said. “Really?” Ronnie Anne questioned to Carlota. “Yeah. I was so excited to have you come live with us. I never had a sister before so I was looking forward to getting able to bond with you.” Carlota expressed. “Sound familiar.” Lincoln smirked causing Ronnie Anne to have a light blush on her face and rub her arm. “But you kept avoiding me so I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me.” Carlota said with a frown. “It's because you keep trying to dress me up in those girly outfits. I hate putting on dresses and wearing makeup and all that junk.” Ronnie Anne confessed. “I didn't know that. If you had told me I would've tried bonding with you some other way.” Carlota explained. “How?” Ronnie Anne inquired. “I like video games.” Carlota admitted. “You do?” Ronnie Anne questioned. “Definitely. No one’s been able to beat her in Pavement Brawler. She's like the reigning champ down at the arcade.” Jamie said. “There's an arcade? Wait, you're reigning champ?!” Ronnie Anne asked. “Yeah. I wanted to take you by the arcade during the break but I didn't think you wanted to hangout me.” Carlota looked down at her feet. “Carlota, I'm sorry. Ever since we moved, it's been kinda hard for me to really adjust to everything. I also don't have the best experience expressing my feelings.” Ronnie Anne said. “I can vouch for that.” Lincoln interjected. “I should've just told you I didn't like dresses and girly things instead of avoiding you. Can we start over?” Ronnie Anne pleaded. Carlota got up from the couch and walked over to her. “You got it, sis.” Carlota kneeled down and hugged Ronnie Anne. Ronnie Anne returned the gesture. They held the hug for a few seconds. “Aww, this is beautiful.” Jamie stated as the two broke the hug. “I still wanna know why you really wanted me to meet these guys.” Ronnie Anne said. “It's because they're, pretty much, another part of the family. You're gonna see a lot them.” Carlota emphasized. “How come I haven't seen them around before?” Ronnie Anne questioned. “We usually go to school later than you and come back later. Also we hang out somewhere else usually.” Jazmine explained. “Okay, but how come you don't visit us downstairs?” Ronnie Anne asked. “We do visit. You're just in your room most of the time when we're there. You're mother kept wanting to introduce us to you but you kept saying you were busy.” Jazmine pointed. “Oh. Sorry.” Ronnie Anne looked down in regret. “Eh, don't worry about it. I'd stay in my room too if I had to meet these two oafs.” Jackson pointed to Jamie and James. “Man, hush.” Jamie said, defensively. “Heh heh. You guys are pretty funny. I want to know more about you.” Ronnie Anne stated. “What do you want to know?” Jazmine asked. “Like, how come James is dating my cousin?” Ronnie Anne inquired. “Cuz she was never afraid or intimidated by my height. Most people are a bit scared to approach me but she asked me out one time and we've been dating ever since. She's the nicest woman I ever met. I couldn't asked for a more perfect girlfriend.” James complemented. “Ooohhh, honey bear.” Carlota walked over to James and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Hope your boyfriend takes note.” Jamie said to Ronnie Anne. “He treats me pretty good. Don'tcha, Lincoln.” Ronnie Anne said with sultry eyes as she leaned closer to him. “I um… hehe heh, I uh.” Lincoln struggled to talk. “I'm just messing with you, Lame-o.” Ronnie Anne teased. “Guys can't resist that Casagrande charm.” Carlota smirked. “Yep.” James agreed. “I got a question for you, snow cap.” Jamie spoke up. “What's that?” Lincoln inquired. “What's going wit yo hair?” Jamie asked. “Oh, it's from my grandpa. I'm the only one out of my siblings to have white hair.” Lincoln explained. “Oooh, okay.” Jamie accepted. “So Jazmine what's your connection to Carlota?” Ronnie Anne asked. “Fashion, of course. She saved me from a first day of school fashion disaster back in 2nd grade. I looked like a nightmare. My hair was completely out of whack, my outfit was unkempt. I was a mess. Lota saw me, took me into the bathroom and worked a miracle on me. We've been besties ever since.” Jazmine claimed with a smile. “Cool. What are your connections Jamie and Jackson?” Ronnie Anne asked. “She helped us a lot during what we know as… the great water war.” Jamie said in serious tone as everyone excluding Lincoln and Ronnie Anne bowed their heads, leaving the couple confused. “Never forget.” Jackson said. “What’s the great water war?” Lincoln asked. “A tale for another day.” Jamie stated. “Aw, man I wanna know.” Ronnie Anne pleaded. “We'll tell you about it some other time. Right now, I think it's time we head out.” Carlota got up from the couch. “Come on you two. I'll see you later, baby.” “See you, Lota.” James waved. “Aw, but I wanted to hang out with them more.” Ronnie Anne whined as the three walked towards the front door. Jamie followed behind. “I'm sure they got other stuff they need to do today. Plus you got a whole spring break to hangout with them.” Carlota assured. “That's true. But I have one last question.” Ronnie Anne claimed. “What's that?” Jamie asked. “What’re your last names.” Ronnie Anne inquired. “McBride.” The brothers and sister answered together. “Wait, what!?” Lincoln and Ronnie Anne asked in surprise. “What's wrong?” Jamie asked. “Do you know a kid named Clyde McBride?” Lincoln questioned. “Yeah, that's our cousin. Wait, how do you know him?” Jamie asked. “He's my best friend back in Royal Woods.” Lincoln stated. “Wow, no kiddin’? Small world. How’s he been? We haven't seen him and uncle Howard and Harold in a minute.” Jamie stated. “Still as wacky as ever. He actually has a crush on my oldest sister.” Lincoln informed. “Yeah, that sounds about right. We told em to try dating someone around his age but keeps tellin’ us the heart want what the heart wants. Alright, we'll see you guys around.” Jamie opened the door for the three. “Okay. Bye, everyone.” Lincoln waved. “Bye, nice meeting you two.” The brothers and sisters. “Bye.” Ronnie Anne waved back as Jamie started closing the door. “Man, those guys were cool.” Ronnie Anne said as the three made their way downstairs. “Yeah.” Lincoln agreed. “Since you liked them so much, I could invite them to a day at the arcade, if you're okay with that.” Carlota said while scratching the back of her head as they made it to their floor. “That’d be awesome… and Carlota?” Ronnie Anne beckoned with a light blush on her face. “Yeah?” Carlota answered. “Could we hang out sometime, just you and me?” Ronnie Anne asked. “Sure. I managed to get my hands on the latest Zbox.” Carlota claimed. “Sweet… and also.” Ronnie Anne hugged her. “Sorry again for avoiding you.” “It's okay. Now we can really be sisters.” Carlota stated. “I’d like that.”

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Amusement Park – MoJoLand

MojoLand is a one of its kind  multi-theme amusement park set in Sonepat, 20 Km from Delhi in Haryana. The variety of rides and activities at MojoLand Park include Palm Beach, Wave Pool, Slides, Pendulum, Volcanic Water Fall, Rain Dance, Foam Dance, Bungee Ejection, Free Fall, Zip Lining, Rock Climbing, High Rope, Low Rope, Shooting, Archery, Sky Cycling, Paramotoring and more.

Amusement Park Swing Chair Timing

Hours - 11:00 AM To 07:00 PM

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Remembering the late Masaya Nakamura (1925 - 2017), founder of Namco.

On January 30th, 2017, Namco announced that its founder and former CEO (from 1955 until 2002), Masaya Nakamura, passed away on 22 January 2017 at the age of 91.  The reasoning for the delay in announcing his death was due to Namco requesting respect for his family's privacy.

Nakamura was born Dec. 24, 1925, and graduated from what is now Yokohama National University in 1948. His field? Shipbuilding. However, thanks to Japan’s economic recovery following World War 2, shipbuilding fell by the wayside. And so, in 1955, Namco was born! Initially, it was known as Nakamura Manufacturing, then later on as Nakamura Amusement Machine Manufacturing Company before finally being shortened in to the Namco name that would become recognized internationally.

He initially focused on mechanical amusement rides in the early decades, but in the 1970s, Nakamura saw potential in the field of video games after observing the prototypical arcade games that began to rise forth in the very earliest days of gaming, and he wisely steered the company more towards video gaming.

Mere years later, Namco kicked off its still-ongoing string of gaming hits such as Galaxian in 1979, and most importantly Toru Iwatani’s Pac-Man in 1980. The wild success of Namco helped pave the way for the rising video game industry, and with Nakamura at the helm, he is easily one of the most crucial figures in gaming’s history.

An interesting footnote: When Namco purchased film company Nikkatsu, Nakamura dabbled in movie production; he is even credited as executive producer on many of their films!

After 47 years as CEO of Namco, Nakamura decided to settle in to well-deserved retirement by stepping down from his CEO position in 2002 at the age of 77, remaining loosely involved with the company in a more honorary and ceremonial role. He was Japan's 68th richest person by the time Namco merged with Bandai in 2005.

In 2007, Japan's government recognized Nakamura's accomplishments with a very prestigious award: the Order of the Rising Sun, the highest honor one in Japan can receive without being a head of state, royalty or a politician. It's very similar in concept to Presidential Medal of Freedom and the Congressional Gold Medal. And in 2010, he was inducted in to the International Video Game Hall of Fame, where he spoke via satellite feed.

62 years after Namco began as a mere two mechanical horse rides on a department store rooftop, Namco is a global powerhouse and symbol of excellence in gaming. Nakamura’s efforts have brought many people across the world a whole lot of fun over the last several decades, and Namco will continue to do so long after his passing.

Thank you, Nakamura!

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@mingeu: where we left off.

» sometimes… « groggily, his voice sounds like its coming from beneath the ocean, his eyes crusty and yawns impossible to tone down. » it depends what kind of dream I had. one time I cried in my sleep and I woke up all snotty and wet.. if I dream nice things, I just smile like a goof ball and wake up in a very good mood. « shifting into a sitting position and wiping an evident amount of drool from his chin (let’s hope the lady didn’t notice) he sends her a very calculating, almost doubtful glance.  » .. why are you watching me sleep?! «

Amusement danced in the older female’s eyes as she continued to munch on her pancakes. Apparently, the tall male managed to let himself fall asleep on the couch, Joohyun questioning how he fit that tall stature into something as uncomfortable and narrow as that grey leather couch. “I wasn’t watching you sleep.” She refuted, which was partly true. Merely twenty minutes ago, the Joohyun was peacefully eating her first meal of the day before she found herself sitting right across him after hearing him spew random things. Then, she sort of just watched him for entertainment. “I think I just needed a good laugh this morning.” She chuckled. “Breakfast?”