#bonus fact 11. he can and will rock a dress

[anxious-like-luigi]

Things I’m sure of:

1.Luigi has Rizz

2.Luigi has autistic rizz

3.Luigi doesn’t know he has any rizz at all

4. Luigi is a gender, no I will not explain

5. Royalty,especially loves this beautiful green bean man. The higher their standards the harder they fall for him, I don’t make the rules(Luigi is oblivious to this as well)

6. Mario also has rizz but it’s different, and it’s not so much that he doesn’t know it’s just not that important in the long run especially if you ship him with peach, who is immune but loves him anyway . They are in love.

7. Mario and Luigi love(fraternal of course)each other and will do anything for each other

8. Mario and Luigi are both neurodivergent.

9. Luigi is “mom” shaped

10. There is a Luigi Protection Squad and Mario is the president, he knows Luigi can handle himself but he’s always down to help him. The reverse is also true. Mario protection Squad with president Luigi

[golbrocklovely]

haven't posted one of these in a while so…

here’s more of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~~

July 3 - me and my homies have pillow fights in hotel rooms

fan: TELL ME TO GO TO BED

GO TO BED!

decided to take a walk alone in palm springs CA tonight, almost got mugged by two dudes. i’m okay and back at my hotel! PSA don’t wander off alone in a foreign area without friends.

fan: @/ColbyBrock why is your foot scarred up

had to run, i’ll explain later i promise

other fan: damn what shoes were you in or were you in no shoes

barefoot like an idiot 🤦🏻‍♂️

Cactus: 1 Colby Brock: 0

July 8 - fallin in love is so beautiful but can bring so much pain

maybe that’s why i’m so closed off

emotionally unavailable cause i’m scared to fall so deep again

fan: But the pain brings a drive unlike any other

facts

fan: Who hurt our baby🥺😠

no one .. just circumstances out of my control

July 9 - i miss japan everyone is so nice there

July 11 - new hair hi

@/mannymua733: colby in purple hair : “r u lost baby girl” me : 👁👄👁

hahahah

July 12 - life is a movie and YOU are the main character

July 13 - @/allylovesit: Miss you lol @/ColbyBrock

i miss you!

July 14 - leaving a ghost town and ended up with two flat tires. seems something didn’t want us to go so soon

July 16 - don’t settle for any less than you deserve !

manifest the person you want to be, and become them

July 17 - i love my LGBTQ fans !

(a whole month after pride? tsk tsk colby lol jk)

fan: @/AmberScholl can you and @/ColbyBrock plz do this tik-tok trend😂

@/amberscholl: @/ColbyBrock u down ??

you just wanna see me in a dress huh ;)

@/amberscholl: in my dress, specifically

July 18 - if you’re at war with yourself in your own mind, time really makes things get better.. promise.

July 21 - keep having this same dream over the course of the past 2 years. not sure what to think

July 22 - i’m in a really deep Michael Jackson phase right now and i don’t know why

stop pulling my heart strings 1D

July 23 - someone said i looked like a 19 year old uncle yesterday 💀

(what does this even mean sksksk)

i haven’t seen this much happiness on social media in a LONG time. thank you one direction.

fan: Serious question: what’s ur favorite song by them?

rock me ! or up all night

getting a big tattoo tonight

July 24 - for me and my best friend. (pics of his tattoo that's about him and sam)

July 27 - fan: i lose sleep every night knowing @/ColbyBrock hasn’t said what his favorite song from harry styles is 😪

sign of the times 🖤

July 28 - let’s forget who we are

July 30 - i miss the deep talks at 3am with someone special where you get the feeling of being high on life just from being so deep in conversation 🛸

Aug. 1 - what’s up guys it’s sam and colby

Aug. 3 - fan: I wonder if @/ColbyBrock thinks he’s hot, cute, or both👀 I’m expecting an answer sir

none of the above

we lost one of our little kitties today :/ RIP scar, you deserved a better life. hope you’re eatin all the tuna you can imagine you in heaven #trapcats

Aug. 6 - if i can, then you can too

Protect Your 🖤

Aug. 7 - i hate when people talk behind my back

Aug. 10 - tired

Aug. 13 - kingdom hearts

@/mannymua733: that's the tweet

love u

(miss colby and manny having interactions, ngl)

ever since our feral cat Scar passed away the other cats hardly show up anymore 💔

Aug. 16 - i feel like most alive when i’m the most uncomfortable

Aug. 17 - our neighbors are so scary, saw this old woman in a nightgown running around at 10pm last night not making a sound .. please SOS

*Aug. 21 - #teamcolby is back? let us know if you want a mini prank war to happen …

@/jakewebber9: i thought we left pranks behind, now u got it coming for ya buddy

guys he called me his “buddy” 🖤😱😚

Aug. 25 - just got my photo shoot pics back 👀

Aug. 27 - in the end the answer will always be and has always been love

Aug. 30 - i will never ever understand why someone would take the time to hate on another person for absolutely no reason

don't just say it, prove it. stand behind it

Sept. 1 - (posted some shirtless photoshoot pics)

@/mannymua733: seeing this photo on my timeline… (video of him closing his mouth)

lmaooo

@/DavidAlvareeezy shut up and kiss me

😗

Sept. 3 - why do i kinda like the tattoo pain

Sept. 7 - there’s some memories that no matter how hard i try, they will never leave me alone

(oh damn even i forgot this one… poor baby)

Sept. 9 - everything can feel so heavy

Sept. 13 - the old XPLR vibes are back and it feels so good 😈

Sept. 14 - always in my head

Sept. 15 - man i missed traveling so much

Sept. 16 - sometimes i don’t mind wearing a mask in public cause it hides my face

Sept. 17 - don’t forget to question everything

fan: @/ColbyBrock can you do me a favor and call me a bitch again

you’re a lil bitch

Sept. 20 - @/mannymua733: i think i need to glam @/ColbyBrock and @/SamGolbach

👀👀👀

Sept. 21 - such a beautiful day in Los Angeles i hope everyone is feeling okay !

Sept. 22 - you can’t help it if your mind changes

Sept. 24 - “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that” -Martin Luther King Jr.

Sept. 28 - i just have no idea where i’d be without you

[im-totally-not-an-alien]

Final Fantasy 7 prompts #75 (FINAL LIST)

1. Iflana does not trust Cloud, not one bit. She can sense the calamity inside him and wants him to leave. Too bad both her husband and daughter seem enraptured by his very existence. Her husband rambling on about his mutated and 'safer' J-cells, as if that thing could ever be considered safe. Then it was her daughter, who seemed to take him in, as though he was no more than an injured bird needing treatment.

This thing would be the death of them. She just knew it.

2. "In my world its pretty rare for monsters to talk."

The large gray rabbit riding on his head paused to consider this, "Maybe they're just stupid?"

"Duh. They're basically wild animals. They're not really like you Loppy."

"Lopmon." The bunny creature corrected. Again.

Aka Cloud wakes up in the digital world as a twelve year old and has to find his friends...with the help of his partner digimon of course.

3. Genesis used to think mermaids were one of the most beautiful creatures in Ancient lore...until he saw a blond one swallow a fish whole. He wasn't so sure after that.

4. Au where Cloud and the remnants are escaped expiraments from a non-Shinra lab. They travel to Midgar and become mercenaries.

One of them winds up being captured, prompting the other three to rescue them, but they're otherwise preoccupied by normal human things they never got to experience. Loz loves donuts and other sweets, Yazoo adores taking long hot bathes, and Kadaj always seems to have headphones on, etc.

The holy trinity are shocked when the four don't recognize Sephiroth. Genesis also nearly has a heart attack when he catches them roasting a doomrat over an open flame. "You're not actually going to eat that, are you?"

5. Hojos alarm was triggered at three in the morning. Usually this wouldn't be an issue, creatures attempted to escape Shinras (and by extention his) clutches on a regular basis. They were usually recaptured or destroyed within the hour.

What was strange was the fact that this was Jenovas alarm. His goddess tended to not move much beyond bobbing up and down in her tank.

Upon checking the security feed, he witnessed something infuriating. A blond man was holding an armful of wildflowers and bossing around three silver haired teens as they dismantled her shrine and stole her away. Jenova herself seemed...interested? Approving? He wasn't sure, but it looked like she was cooing at them. Further analysis was required.

6. Time travel au, but the whole thing is from Hojos perspective and he suffers

7. Cloud and Reeve were having a discussion about Clouds Jenova abilities and why he never used them, which eventually lead Cloud to picking up a pebble and stating, "Its not like a can just force some of my life energy into a rock and make it a planet"

And then he did. Tfw

8. High fantasy, no materia au.

Magic is rarely seen in humans, rather a tool used by monsters. On the day Clouds mother is murdered his abilities awaken, creating a powerful snowstorm that ripped the town of Nebilhiem apart.

Ten years later and the storm rages on, having grown to cover nearly the entirety of the mountain, rendering communication with nearby kingdoms difficult and travel impossible.

The famed General Rhapsodous is sent to slay whatever great beast is causing this catastrophe. When he is faced with a young man living up there in complete isolation, he chooses to stay with the mysterious man until he can locate the monster.

What will become of Cloud once Genesis discovers the truth? After all, a witch is considered a form of monster.

9. "I should have just remained a puppet!"

Genesis mulled over the words as though they alone could unravel the mystery that is Strife.

Some part of the redhead felt a little bad about using the strange man's emotional outburst against him, but things were getting desperate...

10. Time traveler au where Genesis dresses in drag to save this "Tifa" girl from the Don. He then tries to get her to go to Shinra for questioning and is punched for his efforts

11. Cloud is thrown into a world where he never existed and Shinra still reigns supreme. Worse, he has no memory of who he is or how he got there (cause Jenova destroyed them). He only has his bike and his sword and begins traveling to find a purpose, all while avoiding Shinras detection.

He often stops at inns and rest stops and often sees the same group of people. The large man with a gun arm grew suspicious from seeing him everywhere they went.

___________________________

"Go away."

The knocking came again. "I know you're in there blondie." A gruff voice replied.

"I'm not gay."

The man on the other side of the door began sputtering. "Look," another voice began, "We just need to talk."

"Yeah. Sure. Talk." He said flatly. "In the middle of the night." He went over to the door anyway. Opening it revealed the man with a gun arm and another man with wild black hair.

"Zack?" The blond blurted, startled. What was one of Shinras Supreme doing out here?!

"You remember me!" The man beamed, "SOLDIER First Class Zack Fair, at your service! Now the real question!"

The man leaned down a bit to the mysterious blonds level, "Who are you?"

12. "Can you do it?" The softness of Denzels voice seemed to make the situation all the more horrifying. "Can you kill me?" Eerie mako green eyes stared up at where Cloud stood frozen.

Denzel pulled a knife from the block, "Or will your son kill you?"

Aka Seph plays mind games by possessing the kids from Advent Children and using them to torment Cloud and make him look like a lunatic

13. Cloud gets sent back in time/ alternate reality, ect. but gets turned into a white materia. He's careful not to roll around while people are looking, but that doesn't stop people from saying, "Hey, look! A materia! " and picking him up. He has no real power...other than apparently soothing anyone/anything he comes into contact with.

Strangely, he keeps getting slotted into bracers (among other things) regularly. Ya'll, he's so annoyed.

14. There were two of him. Two Sephiroths. The blond began regulating his breathing, desperately trying to ward off an ensuing panic attack. He wouldn't stand a chance if they decided to work together.

Luckily, one insulted the other and thus a catfight of epic proportions began, all while Cloud had a panic attack in some long forgotten closet.

15. Au where child Sephiroth overhears a scientist talking about her 'prayers being answered' and he asks her what that meant. After a brief explanation, he later prays to anyone who can hear him to get him out of the labs and/or away from Hojo.

It works.

Bonus: Cloud and Sephiroth were fighting again in the Midgar desert when Sephiroth slashed the air, creating a portal. He had intended to use it to appear behind his puppet and impale him again, but the blond rushed forward and slashed through the portal with his own sword, expecting the portal to disappear as he sailed through were it once was.

Unfortunately, it was still very much there. Just...different. Cloud wasn't given the chance to properly examine it before the feeling of being plunged into ice water overwhelmed him and he was spat out on the other side.

It was another desert, but not like the one he left. He could feel no life here. No plants, no animals, no...no lifestream. The only thing around is another version of him. One that was used and abandoned by the Sephiroth of this world.

The other blond stared at him in confusion, wielding twin sabers in a defensive position.

[haritrash]

traveling wilburys tag game

thanks @mostarkey <3333 sorry im taking so long to go through my mentions .

rules: answer the questions, then tag as many people as you'd like to.

1. how did you get into the wilburys?

vh1

2. favourite wilbury?

george

3. vol. 1 or vol. 3?

---1

4. favourite traveling wilburys song?

if you belonged to me but also the wilbury twist

5. favourite roy song?

cant say i know a lot . running scared is phenomenal, though .

6. favourite bob song?

it's a different one every week . but visions of johanna .

7. favourite george (or beatles) song?

who can see it

8. favourite jeff (or elo) song?

don't have one

9. favourite tom (or heartbreakers) song?

dont have one (i dont do echo-y 80s rock, soz tom mutuals)

10. which wilbury would you most like to meet?

i wouldnt be able to handle meeting george and i know meeting dylan would kill the magic . tom would have been my choice . he seemed approachable, plus we'd have our love of george in common .

11. which wilbury would you most like to see in concert (or, have you seen any of them in concert)?

im not that big a fan of jeff's and dylan in concert is always a mess . if only i could see george...

12. favourite story/fact about the wilburys?

the various stories about george making things happen for them :

wilburys : 'we don't have a studio' g : 'bob has one'

ws : 'we dont have a title' g : 'there's one right on that box'

ws : 'we dont have time' g : 'no time at all ? not even one day ?' ws : 'sure, we have one day but what good is that?' g : 'if the beatles made get back in two weeks, the wilburys can make three songs before noon'

13. favourite wilbury ship (or friendship)?

dylan-harrison (i forget how the ship name is spelt)

14. what's one thing you wish you knew about the wilburys?

i would love a tv show where they review new music while slightly high and sat around the kitchen table at friar park .

...

bonus round! which wilbury do you think...

1. is the funniest?

george

2. gives the best hugs?

george

3. is the best cook?

george

4. has the best fashion sense?

george, but roy gets miss western sympathy and jeff gets bonus points for the wide range of shades .

5. has the best hair?

GEORGE

6. has the best smile?

objectively, tom . but i love me fave's smile...........

7. is most likely to binge watch tv?

bobsy needs his tv . he has to know everything about everyone's business at all times . he's always watching . he's on my shoulder rn .

8. would be the best at making memes?

george . the traveling wilburys were a hari-made meme from start to finish .

9. would google themself?

dylan . every day .

10. would dress up as another wilbury?

tom . i wouldnt put it past george to get his dylan on, but tom was the official fanboy of the group .

tagging : im sure most wilbury blogs have done this by now but, if you love the rocknroll grandpas and see this post, you should just steal and post it and tag it and let us know you're out there <3

[essaysbyciara]

Thy Neighbor (Chapter 16)

[Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5 + 6][Chapter 7 + 8][Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11][Chapter 12] [Chapters 13 + 14][Chapter 15] 

We’re getting close to the end of Thy Neighbor. Thank youuuuuuuuu for the likes, comments, follows and messages! 

Ciara breathes to break the inevitable tears.

“I can’t lie. I thought the first time I’d see you, I’d punch you in the face. But honestly, I’m just grateful that you’re okay.” Y’lan feels Ciara’s grace from across the room. He finds himself swept up in relief.

“Yeah, I … uh .... I don’t really know what to say to that, Ciara. I’m sorry.”

“How have you been, Y’lan?” The way she says his name sways his body even more. Ciara realizes that she missed saying it too.

“I’ve been okay. I’ve been working here for about a year.”

It’s been over a year since Ciara and Y’lan last saw each other. Y’lan realizes that Ciara hasn’t changed and in a good way. Just like that first time he saw her on Penn’s campus. She’s still rocking those four-and-a-half heels that caught his attention when he first met her.

“Yeah? What do you do here?”

“Director of programming and community engagement.”

“That’s awesome, Y’lan. Congrats.” Ciara meant that congratulations. Even though she feels her heart growing more angry, she’s fighting her heart with grace.

“How are things with you? How’s school?” Y’lan asks.

“Pretty good. I have a year left. Don’t know if I’m going to try for the PhD program. We’ll see.”

“They could use your brain up there, for sure.” She quickly remembers Y’lan’s affirmations and approval in between kisses inside of her apartment. She now feels swept up in his rapture too.

“Thanks. I’m excited for what’s next. But seriously, I’m happy to see that you’re okay. Straight up. I was worried about you.”

“Yeah, about that. I’m sorry. Stuff got rough. I moved over to Jersey, got engaged, lost track of everything. I meant to reach out...”

“Engaged?” Ciara’s throat begins to collapse on her as tears rush from her spirit. “Congratulations, Y’lan.”

Y’lan can’t bear to tell her that his relationship -- the one he hid from Ciara -- didn’t work out. He nods in return. He can tell that Ciara’s grace just ran out.

Ciara’s now running on empty. “Like I said, it’s good to see you’re okay. Good luck with the new position. I have an intern here so I’m going to go check in on her but it was good seeing you.”

“Ciara, wait? Is your number still the same? Maybe we can meet for coffee soon.”

Ciara feels triggered. She’s ready to snap. But she’s tries her best to be the light and salt of the Earth in a moment when she wants to crucify the hell out of Y’lan. “Yeah, it’s the same. Let me know. Bye.”

Ciara’s hustles out of Y’lan’s office and into the nearest bathroom. Her tears hit the top of her dress before she can get inside one of the bathroom stalls. She quickly pulls out her phone to text Mahalia. She desperately needs her friend.

As she gathers herself, Emily texts her to check in on her whereabouts. Ciara considers that the green light to get out of there. Once she finds Emily, she makes up a story that she isn’t feeling too well and needs to head out. Emily consoles her and agrees to leave the event early.

Ciara waits to do the hefty mental work about what happened until Emily leaves her car. After dropping off Emily, Ciara checks her phone franticly to see if Mahallia texted her back. No dice. As she drives, she stewes on the fact that Y’lan is, for all she knows, married. He must’ve known his wife when he and Ciara were dealing with each other. Was Ciara an emotional sidepiece to Y’lan?  No wonder he didn’t want her to come to his church. He had a secret to hide.

Ciara lands her in parking lot, still checking her phone for Mahalia’s text. As she gets to her door, she digs into her purse to find her keys. They are nowhere to be found.

Ciara's frustration turns into tears. With every receipt she tosses in the air, every ruffle through paperwork, every shake of a book, her spare key eludes her. She wants so desperately to get into her apartment, to curl up into her blanket and cry. Seeing Y'lan was one matter but hearing that she never had a chance to be his woman hurt the most. She wanted intimacy and never received it because Y'lan didn't have enough go around.

Ciara comtemplates dumping out her purse in the middle of the hallway. This spare key has to be found. As she digs in her purse for what feels like the hundredth time, a booming voice breaks her concentration.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Trevante looks down to see Ciara crotched down in front of her door with the nether regions of her purse almost ripped to shreds. Her eyes scream drained, tears still wallowing in the pits of her eyes. He can tell that she's been crying. And he feels the need to help her do something about it. The same way a certain someone did for him.

"I can't find my damn spare key," Ciara says, which she follows up with a sniffle she can barely hide. Trevante gave her day a bad start and Y'lan made it worse but in that moment, she feels relief that someone cares to ask if she needs help. Even if it's Trevante. She exhales loudly, her face growing tiresome.

"Look, come into my apartment. I don't want you out here by yourself." Trevante lifts up Ciara with no effort,  holding her wrist gently enough as to not make her feel forced.

Trevante's apartment is the bachelor pad she thinks of it to be. Right now, it is a safe space to reorient herself.

Ciara finds the couch and plops down her fatigued frame. As she dumps out the contents of her purse on top Trevante large oak wood coffee table, a shiny object drops by her feet. It's her spare key, her golden-hued saving grace.

"I found my key, Tre. I'm going to go home..." Ciara turns around to find two wine glasses and that $300 bottle of wine she returned on top of Trevante's kitchen island. But no Tre. He enters into his living room still in his work clothes, blazer off and sleeves rolled up. His tie went missing too. If this is what coming home to Trevante would be like, Ciara felt so good to receive a preview.

"You found what?"

"My spare key. Thanks for letting me sit here and look for it. I'm going to head home..."

Trevante doesn't want for Ciara to leave. Her work dress and heels fit her frame so tight, Trevante wonders what it would be like to watch her get dressed in the morning. As that would be privilege, so would be Ciara choosing to stay to hear whatever Trevante has to say. He’s shooting his shot. To apologize and maybe receive a second chance to prove to Ciara that he can handle her request.

"Yeah, no problem."

Ciara walks to the door but stops. A drink wouldn't hurt. A drink with the man who set the standard for her terrible day but yet she wants to forgive desperately? A bonus.

"I do need a glass of wine though unless this is for someone else..."

Trevante can barely contain his grin.

"It isn't."

taglist: @hookedtoherfire @blackpinup22 @voyagetoadinas9

[simplyserens]

new upcoming artist nova castillo just released an unexpected album entitled ‘beginner’s luck’ when asked about she said, ❝beginner’s luck is just what it sounds like, i’m lucky enough to have the people and platform that i do. the album doesn’t have a theme, but each song has it’s own message. most of them are about my boyfriend apollo.❞ apollo walsh? and nova castillo? we thought they were strictly platonic? guess things change. when asked about signing with a record label she said this,  ❝i’m new to this whole scene, so i haven’t really had time to find a label, but when i do i’d hope it’s one that suit my personality. until then i have to remember that beginner’s luck is just that.❞ she had no further comment.

( most of the songs suppossed to be about @theocannon are now about @norightwcy because of their pr relationship )

track list:

1: born to die                       11: summertime sadness 2: off to the races                12: this is what makes us girls  3: blue jeans                       13: without you 4: video games                   14: lolita 5: diet mountain dew          15: lucky ones  6: national anthem              16: ride   7: dark paradise                  17: american   8: radio                                18: cola    9: carmen                            19: body electric    10: million dollar man          20: blue velvet   

deluxe edition bonus tracks:

21: gods & monsters          23: bel air 22: yayo                             24: burning desire

track list:

01: born to die – ( @theocannon ) @norightwcy ❝can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you're mine? it's like I told you, honey. don't make me sad, don't make me cry. sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, i don't know why. keep making me laugh – let's go get high. the road is long, we carry on. try to have fun in the meantime. come and take a walk on the wild side. let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. you like your girls insane. choose your last words, this is the last time 'cause you and I, we were born to die.❞ 

02: off to the races – ( about her ex-boyfriend from highschool )  ❝but he’s got a soul as sweet as blood red jam. and he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul. he doesn't mind i have a flat broke-down life, in fact, he says he thinks it's what he might like about me. admires me, the way i roll like a rolling stone. likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom. Chateau Marmont, slipping on my red dress, putting on my makeup. glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes. says it feels like heaven to him.❞ 

03: blue jeans – ( @theocannon​ ) @norightwcy ❝blue jeans, white shirt, walked into the room, you know you make my eyes burn, it was like James Dean for sure. you're so fresh to death and sick as cancer. you were sorta punk rock, i grew up on pop. you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know that love is mean, and love hurts, but i still remember that day we met in December, oh baby. i will love you 'til the end of time, i would wait a million years, promise you'll remember that you're mine. baby, can you see through the tears? love you more than those bitches before. say you'll remember, say you'll remember. oh baby, ooh, I will love you 'til the end of time ❞ 

04: video games – ( @theocannon ) @norightwcy ❝it's you, it's you, it's all for you, everything i do. i tell you all the time, Heaven is a place on earth with you. tell me all the things you wanna do, i heard that you like the bad girls. honey, is that true? it's better than i ever even knew, they say that the world was built for two. only worth living if somebody is loving you, and baby, now you do.❞ 

05: diet mountain dew – ( @ofcdean ) ❝diet mountain dew, baby, new york city, never was there ever a girl so pretty. do you think we’ll be in love forever? do you think we’ll be in love? diet mountain dew, baby, new york city. can we get it now, low down and gritty? do you think we’ll be in love forever? do you think we’ll be in love? baby, put on heart-shaped sunglasses. 'cause we gonna take a ride, i’m not gonna listen to what the past says. i’ve been waiting up all night.❞ 

06: national anthem – ( @theocannon ) ❝i'm your national anthem, god, you're so handsome. take me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron. he loves to romance 'em, reckless abandon, holding me for ransom, upper echelon. he says to be cool, but I don't know how yet. wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck i said, "can we party later on?", he said, "yes, yes, yes...".❞ 

07: dark paradise – ( a song about carley ) ❝and there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head. your soul is haunting me, and telling me that everything is fine. but i wish i was dead ( dead, like you ) every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. no one compares to you, i'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side.❞ 

08: radio – ( for everyone who only likes her because she’s famous ) ❝now my life is sweet like cinnamon like a fucking dream i'm living in. baby, love me 'cause i'm playing on the radio. ( how do you like me now? ) lick me up and take me like a vitamin 'cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh, yeah. baby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio ( how do you like me now? ) american dreams came true somehow, i swore I'd chase 'em 'til I was dead. i heard the streets were paved with gold, that's what my father said.❞ 

09: carmen – ( a song about her addiction ) ❝darling, darling, doesn't have a problem lying to herself, 'cause her liquor's top shelf. it's alarming, honestly, how charming she can be. fooling everyone, telling them she's having fun, she says, "you don't want to be like me, don't wanna see all the things I've seen." i'm dying, i'm dying, she says, "you don't want to get this way, famous and dumb at an early age" lying, I'm lying. the boys, the girls, they all like carmen she gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes. she laughs like God. her mind's like a diamond, audiotune lies, she's still shining like lightning, woah, white lightning.❞ 

10: million dollar man – ( another song about her ex from high school ) ❝you said I was the most exotic flower, holding me tight in our final hour. i don't know how you convince them and get them, boy, i don't know what you do, it's unbelievable. and i don't know how you get over, get over. someone as dangerous, tainted, and flawed as you. one for the money, two for the show. i love you, honey; i'm ready, i'm ready to go. how did you get that way? i don't know. you're screwed up and brilliant. you look like a million dollar man, so why is my heart broke?❞ 

11: summertime sadness – ( @ofcdean & @theocannon​ ) ❝kiss me hard before you go. summertime sadness, i just wanted you to know, that baby, you're the best. i got that summertime, summertime sadness. s-s-summertime, summertime sadness. got that summertime, summertime sadness.❞ 

12: this is what makes us girls – ( @ofcimani & their degrassi days ) ❝remember how we used to party up all night? sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life, drinking in the big city firelight ( Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice. ) sweet sixteen, and we had arrived, walking down the streets as they whistle, "hi, hi!" stealin' police cars with the senior guys, teachers said we'd never make it out alive. there she was, my new best friend. high heels in her hand, swayin' in the wind. while she starts to cry, mascara running down her little Bambi eyes, "nova, how I hate those guys".❞ 

13: without you –  ( @theocannon ) @norightwcy ❝everything i want, i have. money, notoriety, and rivieras. i even think i found love in the flashbulbs of the pretty cameras. pretty cameras, pretty cameras. am I glamorous? tell me, am I glamorous? hello? hello? ca-can you hear me? i can be your china doll if you want to see me fall. boy, you're so dope, your love is deadly. tell me life is beautiful, they all think I have it all. but i've nothing without you. all my dreams and all the lights mean nothing without you. we were two kids just tryin' to get out, lived on the dark side of the American dream. we would dance all night, play our music loud, but when we grew up, nothing was what it seemed.❞ 

14: lolita – ( @theocannon ) @norightwcy ❝would you be mine? would you be my baby tonight? could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine. 'cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got, don't you know it's you that I adore?❞ 

15: lucky ones – ( @theocannon ) @norightwcy ❝let's get out of this city, baby, we're on fire. everyone around here seems to be going down, down, down. if you stick with me, i can take you higher, and higher. it feels like all of our friends are lost, nobody's found, found, found. i got so scared, i thought no one could save me, you came along, scooped me up like a baby. every now and then, the stars align, boy and girl meet by the great design. could it be that you and me are the lucky ones? everybody told me love was blind, then i saw your face, and you blew my mind. finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time.❞ 

16: ride  – ( about her partying habits ) ❝i hear the birds on the summer breeze, i drive fast, I am alone at midnight. been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I, I've got a war in my mind so, i just ride, just ride, i just ride, i just ride. dying young and playing hard, that's the way my father made his life an art. drink all day and we talk 'til dark. that’s the way the road dogs do it, light ‘til dark.❞ 

17: american – ( @theocannon ) @norightwcy ❝you make me crazy, you make me wild. just like a baby, spin me 'round like a child. your skin so golden brown. be young, be dope, be proud, like an American. ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.❞ 

18: cola – ( @ofcdean & @theocannon​ ) ❝ah, he's in the sky with diamonds and he’s making me crazy ( i come alive, alive. ) all he wants to do is party with his pretty baby. come on baby, let’s ride we can escape to the great sunshine.❞

19: body electric – ( @theocannon & carley ) ❝my clothes still smell like you, all the photographs say you're still young. i pretend i'm not hurt and go about the world like I'm having fun.❞

20: blue velvet – ( carley ) ❝blue velvet, but in my heart there'll always be. precious and warm a memory, through the years...and I still can see blue velvet through my tears.❞

bonus tracks:

21: gods & monsters – ( yet another song about her partying habits ) ❝you got that medicine i need. fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly, put your hands on my waist, do it softly. me and him, we don’t get along, so now I sing. no one’s gonna take my soul away, i’m living like Jim Morrison. headed towards a fucked up holiday. motel sprees, sprees and I’m singing, "fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want." it's innocence lost, innocence lost. in the land of gods and monsters, i was an angel, looking to get fucked hard like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer. life imitates art.❞

22: yayo – ( a song about her ex from highschool...again ) ❝hello, heaven, you are a tunnel lined with yellow lights, on a dark night ( dark night ) yayo, yeah you, yayo.❞

23: bel air – ( @theocannon ) @norightwcy ❝roses, Bel Air, take me there. i've been waiting to meet you. palm trees in the light, i can see late at night, darling, i’m waiting to greet you. come to me, baby. spotlight, bad baby, you've got a flair. for the violentest kind of love anywhere out there. mon amour, sweet child of mine, you're divine. didn't anyone ever tell you it's okay to shine?❞

24: burning desire – ( @theocannon ) @norightwcy ❝every saturday night, i get dressed up to ride for you, baby. cruising down the street on broadway and main just for you, baby. i drive fast, wind in my hair, i push it to the limits cause i just don't care. you ask me where i've been, i been everywhere. but I don't want to be nowhere but here. ( come on, tell me boy ) i've got a burning desire for you, baby. ( i've got a burning desire, come on, tell me boy ) i've got a burning desire for you, baby. ( i've got a burning desire, come on, tell me boy ) i drive fast, wind in my hair, i push it to the limits cause i just don't care ( don't care ) i've got a burning desire for you, baby. ( i've got a burning desire ).❞

[xxprincessjewelsxx]

A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 5 - Reward?

Warnings: sexual undertones I guess.

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter    

“Have you thought about what you would like?”

“Excuse me?” I questioned looking up from my breakfast.

“I told you if you were able to get us the information you said you could, you would get a reward,” Junmyeon replied looking over his shoulder at the eight other men who were gathered in front of the TV screen that was being used like a computer monitor, “You did your job, what would you like as a reward?”

“Oh um...that’s okay,” I said shrugging my shoulders, “I don’t really need anything.”

There was a chuckle from the other side of the room and I looked and saw Minseok was now looking over at us. “I would take him up on his offer, Y/N...jewelry, clothes, a lavish vacation...whatever you want Junmyeon can give it to you. Not only that...he’s offering too.”

I thought for a moment, not really sure what to say; never in my life had anyone rewarded me with something. “Well I guess...” I stopped and look up at Junmyeon who was patiently waiting to find out what I wanted, “I guess I’ve always wanted to have one of those spa days.”

“You want to go to the spa?” he questioned.

I nodded. “I was never allowed to do anything like that...I had to do my own facial and nails.”

For a moment he looked away, the same look that he had on his face when we left my father’s mansion reappearing momentarily before looking back at me with a small smile. “If that is what you want...I will set everything up.”

“What is this?” I questioned as Sehun pulled the car up outside a more than lavish spa.

“Your weekend getaway at the spa...two days out of the penthouse away from the nine of us,” he replied, “The rich and famous go here so security is tight, but I’ll be a phone call away if you need anything.”

“I’ll be completely alone?” I questioned.

“It’s a getaway...that’s kinda the point,” he said with a deadpan expression, “Just go to the front desk and give them the name ‘Kim Suho’. That’s what your reservation is under...like I said, I’m just a phone call away.”

He ushered me out of the car and tossed me my bag and I watched as the Ferrari sped away. Two days of freedom...granted I was limited to the grounds of the spa...but two days of freedom...

~Junmyeon~

“Think it was smart letting her be alone like that?” Minseok questioned.

“She’s an adult, and it’s not like she’s completely alone...the spa has security,” Junmyeon said, not looking away from the paperwork in front of him, “Plus, Sehun is keeping an eye on the place so it’s not like she’s completely unguarded.”

“She’s never had this sort of freedom before...I figured you would send her to one of the day spas downtown, not for a weekend at the hot springs,” Minseok said.

He looked up from his paperwork. “She is not a prisoner, I am not going to treat her like one. Plus...she gave us a gateway to financially crumble her father’s empire little by little in a way he won’t even know what hit him.”

Minseok sighed. “Look, I know she’s not a prisoner but there are people who also know who she is...your fiance, after what happened at the poker game-”

“She doesn’t know anything about my business...except this and no one has any idea that this is in the works.”

“Fine...did you at least get another game set up? We have people getting antsy.”

“Of course...Monday and-” he was cut off by his phone ringing, “Is something wrong Sehun? Are you sure? No...don’t alarm her, just keep an eye on the situation.”

“What’s wrong?” Minseok questioned.

“We may need to cancel that game...we have friends watching us...and they seem to be getting antsy.”

~Y/N~ (Now Second Day at The Spa)

“I have to leave tomorrow...” I mumbled staring up at the ceiling, “Why do I have to leave tomorrow?” My first day at the spa I had enjoy a mani-pedi (which included an amazing leg and foot massage), a facial, and relaxation in my private hot spring. Not only that, but the view from my room was amazing; I could sit, drink tea, and sit in silence and I looked up into the night sky which was full of stars.

Today I was supposed to enjoy a massage, getting my hair done, spend the rest of my day doing what I wanted, personal springs, sleep...go home. The hospitality was amazing, the food was amazing, the location was amazing. It almost made me not want to go back to the penthouse...

But a massage...

and getting my hair done...

and the prospect of stepping into my own personal hot spring. Even though it had only been my bed for a couple of weeks...there was nothing like going to sleep in my big fluffy bed at the penthouse. Though I had my moments where I had been scared, I had felt safer there than I had ever felt anywhere in my life.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else, ma’am?” the spa hostess questioned as she led me back from my room after dinner.

“No thank you, I think I’m just going to take a bath and call it a night,” I replied.

“Alright, ring the front desk if you need anything,” she said before leaving.

I walked into my room and not even caring about anything but the awaiting spring I began to shed myself of my clothes before grabbing a towel and heading out to the spring. Slipping into the hot spring I let out a content sigh settling down into the water against the warm rocks.

“Well that was a view I was not expecting,” a voice said.

I let out a small scream as and a hand came out of the thick steam and covered my mouth. “Now now my scared little kitten...no need for that.”

“Junmyeon?” I questioned, the name being muffled by hand. The water sloshed and Junmyeon came into view causing my brain to start to shut down. ‘I am in a hot spring...naked....with Junmyeon....’ I thought as I felt his skin touch mine.

“I’m going to remove my hand, but you need to be quite, can you do that for me?” he whispered. I nodded and he removed his hand. “Good girl...now before you go asking questions, we have some friends here watching you, the same friends that crashed my little poker game.”

“Cops?” I whispered.

“Mmhmm...now...,” he stopped his lips moving from my ear until I could feel his warm breath on my already hot skim, “I’m not here to take advantage of you...there is a car waiting for us, but I need you to act like you’re very happy to see me. Don’t worry I won’t look...unless you want me-.”

“No...no I’m good,” I choked out, my voice getting caught in my throat.

He let out a chuckle, “I already got a good look anyway...and you don’t have to look at me...unless you want, I’m not ashamed of how I look.”

“I’m fine...”

“Fine...I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.

“You’re wha-,” I was cut off by his lips against mine urging me to kiss back which even though I was cut off guard by all that was happening I did.

I soon felt myself lifted out of the hot water, the cool night air hitting my skin as Junmyeon stepped out of the water making me wrap my legs around his waist. There was something that felt right about the kiss; it was just for show, I knew that. But in the moment, his lips, his hands, his skin...everything felt so right.

We fell to the bed, my back landing on the mattress. Only after another minute did he finally break the kiss leaving us both out of breath. “Get dressed,” he said, before unhooking my legs from around his waist and standing up.

It didn’t give me enough time to look away and for the first time I saw a man in all his glory in real life. The fact that that man was incredible handsome, tone, and was half erect didn’t help things either. The knot that formed in my stomach looking at Junmyeon made me press my thighs together and I was only snapped out of my ever growing explicit thoughts when some clothes hit me in the face.

“I know you’ve never seen a naked man before, but stop staring and get dressed, we have to get you out of here and too safety before the cops can try and grab you,” he said.

I quickly nodded and got dressed and soon after found myself in his blue Lamborghini, speeding off back towards the heart of Seoul.

Once back at the penthouse before there could be any sort of greeting from the others Junmyeon sent me to my room so that they could have an emergency meeting.

It didn’t really matter though; after what happened I didn’t know if I wanted anyone else around me. I just needed to think. Once in my room I threw a whole bunch of pillows and blankets on the floor near the windows. There...curled up on the floor I stared our onto the ever busy city. The images from earlier came back to mind and I felt the blood rush back to my face. I barely knew Junmyeon; in the moment, everything had felt so right, but was it just because that was my first heated interaction with a man like that.

Burying my face into one of the pillows I let out a sigh before peaking back over the pillow. I had no idea what to do with all the emotions that I was feeling. I don’t know how long I was laying there before I heard footsteps making me look over my shoulder.

Junmyeon was standing there leaned against one of the posts of the bed with his arms crossed. “We need to talk about earlier.”

Again my face flushed causing me to look away from him. “I know...it was just to get us out of there I-”

“No, I want you to understand something,” he said causing me to turn and look at him, “What you saw was just my body reacting to the heated moment we were in, I got you riled up so that you would play along better, I have no sexual interest in you.”

I went to say something buy then my mouth closed. I had nothing to say...why would a man like Junmyeon have any sexual interest in...me. I just nodded and looked down at my hands.

“Until I get this thing straightened out with the cops you’re stuck here in the penthouse, got it?” he questioned.

Again I just nodded.

“Good girl...”

~Baekhyun~

“That was harsh boss,” Baekhyun said as Junmyeon stepped out of Y/N bedroom.

“What do you want Baek?” Junmyeon questioned.

“Minseok told me to come get you, he figured out something for the poker game,” he replied.

“Very well...” Junmyeon said before walking back towards the living room.

Worry and curiosity getting the best of him Baekhyun pushed open the door slightly and saw Y/N leaned up against one of the window, crying...not sobs, but visible tears.

‘Ah geez boss...look what you’ve done...’

To be continued...

[myassbrokethefall]

X-Files Orientation Programming: Season 11

August, 2017

Welcome back to Vancouver, everyone! It feels like we just did this two years ago. Haha! Listen, I know this feels a little more old hat this time, but we still want to get you back into the swing of things, so we’ve planned a comprehensive two-day program that we hope you will all find interesting, informative -- and fun! The truth is out there, everybody!

Please enjoy your official orientation tote bag with David Duchovny's 5th-grade school picture on it and no other information, which includes:

Dog costumes of varying sizes for all your dog costuming needs

Unmarked baggie of (probably) granola

Single flip-flop once worn by Gillian Anderson (signed)

Copy of that book WBD wrote where he complains about everybody

Piece of gum that was in someone's mouth but is still perfectly good

Anonymous note reading "Are you good at resolving cliffhangers? Can you write really fast? Meet behind the dumpster at dawn"

Stunt bee that will lurk in the bag until you open it and then sting you and then receive a hefty union salary because it has a great agent

DVD of The Crown

Coupon for one (1) personal acoustic concert by David Duchovny ($30,000 value)

Brownie

DAY 1

Breakfast: The old crepe truck

Morning Warm-Up! Presenter: Mitch Pileggi Hey, everyone!!! Welcome back to set! I don't know about you, but I am PUMPED to be here doing another season of X-Files! Too bad Skinner can't get promoted, haha! You can blame Mulder and Scully for that one. This program will get your heart pumping and your toes tapping with excitement for getting the season underway! Expect lots of icebreaker games. Do you see several cartons of pipe cleaners? Evil chuckle! Get psyched!

I'm Not Touching This Presenter: Frank Spotnitz Sorry, guys. I'm not touching this. Sorry. I just wanted to let you know. I brought a movie we can watch though. It's The Karate Kid! Let's all watch it together.

Mid-morning snack: Apple that was thrown into someone’s boob

Is This A Meme? Presenter: David Duchovny "Zeitgeist Icon" David "Jazz Panda" Duchovny, star of Fox Television's monster hit "THE X-FILES," plays the brilliant and sullen FBI agent Fox Mulder, hero to millions and millions of self-proclaimed "X-Philes," who still spend their Sunday nights wide-eyed in anticipation just in case. He will look at things and tell you whether it is a meme. It probably is. Bonus content: If there's time at the end, he will tell you whether something is a podcast.

Workshop: Remedial Driving Topics covered in this lightly mandatory “refresher" course will include parallel parking, reaching the trunk hatch when it's very high, and how to recognize obvious, huge poles when they are literally right in front of your face. Neck braces recommended for all participants.

Lunch: Hot dogs (Not so fast, Michael Bublé)

I HAVE SO MANY GREAT IDEAS OMG I HAVE SO MANY Presenter: Bryan Fuller The presentation will cover whatever Bryan Fuller is extremely enthusiastic about at that moment, he just loves life, okay

Please Don't Call Me A Hero, I Just Wanted To Eat The Peanut Butter, Anyone Would Have Done The Same Presenter: Brick Duchovny, noted philanthropist

Mid-afternoon snack: Lozenges. Take as many as you need.

Jesus, We Tried Presenters: The people who made the Season 10 Scully wig That thing took a lot of work. Just saying.

Directing Seminar/Fun Rap Session Presenter: Todd Johnson Todd Johnson is an accomplished television writer and director who exists and has a lot of convincingly documented experience writing and directing television, specifically television very much like The X-Files. He is definitely not Matthew Rhys in a wig and mustache who has been planted by the fandom to secretly film fanfiction after Chris Carter has been lured away by a spirit. He will discuss his non-frightening, normal ideas for directing an X-Files episode, in which he will not rock the boat or upset anyone or disturb the perfectly orchestrated clockwork masterpiece that is the show’s continuing plot. Come to be reassured that nothing will change; stay for Todd Johnson's cool, relatable, spontaneous stories about being a regular Joe that you will find all check out if you care to look into it at all for any reason.

Dinner: That place, what was the name of it again? You know! The place with that fish thing! That guy Roger worked there? With the tattoos? Oh, it closed in 2002? Oh well.

Evening Activity: Group Episode Commentary Everyone gets mic'd up and then sits together and watches the episode in silence. ...Is that a gold car?? HAHA! A gold car! Now I've seen everything.

PUBLIC PROGRAMMING

Offered concurrently on Day 1. Tickets: $600

Things That You Want From A New Season Of The X-Files (Surprise: It’s Not What You Think!) Presenters: 1013 staff

How To Lure Someone Into the Woods Using Your Mystical Powers In Order To Accomplish Your Elaborate, Nefarious Agenda Presenter: The Spirit Nimue

You Are All Awful, And They Can Never Know About Any Of This Presenters: David and Gillian's social media people

DAY 2

Breakfast: Edible arrangement sent by Vince Gilligan. Accompanying note: Hi, guys!!!!! I hope you have a terrific season! I wish so much I could be there with you all. Unfortunately I have an emergency months-long business conference in Guam. Bummer!!! But I know you will all do great and I hope you enjoy this fun, tasty, nutritious fruit bouquet. You all have a standing invitation to come visit the Better Call Saul set anytime! Love always, Vince

How To Make Millions When Your Celebrity Friend Expresses A Vague Wish To Maybe Do Something Presenter: Brad Davidson

Salary Negotiation: Tips and Tricks Presenter: Gillian Anderson Such as: how to wait until they offer your male co-star something non-insulting and then say you’ll have whatever they’re giving him. Because, like, they’re not going to make the show without you, are they? Honestly. It’s 2017, folks. If time and progress towards the frustratingly torpid but necessary reshaping of societal norms permit, there will also be a survey of the fuzziest, softest caterpillars of the Pacific Northwest and also inchworms. Caterpillar assistant: Nelson Anderson

Mid-morning snack: Chili chocolate

Abject Panicking: When You Have To Write Another Whole Episode And You Don't Have Any More Old Drafts Of Things, Shit Shit Shit Presenter: Darin Morgan

Workshop: Physical Performance For The Infirm Are you over 45? Injury-prone? Tend to overdo it on the sports? Not good at checking how deep the pool is before you jump into it? Come to this required (for some attendees) session that will cover the basics of not hurting yourself while going down stairs and tips for running through a forest with various limb injuries. Don't forget your glasses! (Seriously, if you do not complete this course, insurance will not let us film.)

Lunch: Juice

Multitasking: How To Write A Script While Directing A Different Script At The Same Time Presenter: Chris Carter Did you know that it's perfectly possible to write an episode script in 5 hours while simultaneously directing another episode? Even a complicated cliffhanger that serves as the capstone to the triumphant, hard-won and much-heralded return of your iconic sci-fi series upon which the hopes and expectations of every major critic, an entire network, and millions and millions of self-proclaimed "X-Philes" ride? Well, it is! In fact, it's the only way to do things. Really, it's the only way and you should never try doing it any other way because why would you? Presentation details TK

I Did Not Fuck Mrs. Butterworth: A Rebuttal Presenter: The guy that fucked Mrs. Butterworth Arcadia garbage monster

Mid-afternoon snack: Ham sandwiches, served by someone dressed as a ham sandwich. Hilarious!!! Don't forget to take a picture and post it on Tumblr!

PowerPoint Presentation That Consists Of Nothing But Slide After Slide Of The Closed-Eyes Emoji Presenter: Gennifer Hutchison

Dealing With Vancouver Moistness Presenters: Original X-Files hair designers An instructive seminar about blowdrying the frizz out of people's hair as efficiently as possible so other people on set don't emotionally freeze them out for 6 years. 

Dinner: Whoever will deliver at 2:30 in the morning

Evening Activity: Sleep Enjoy it while you can!

Quick reminder: Brad is a WRITER now. Please don’t ask him to get you a coffee.

THANK YOU ALL AND LET’S HAVE A GREAT SEASON! 👽💋☂️

[mytherapistthinksimfunny]

The Endless Thirst of Grace Michaud

It’s almost 11 pm, and in the four hours that I have been home from work, I’ve been reading articles about Adam Driver. Alone in my apartment, I snort to myself as I read The Cut’s “I Want to Be Adam Driver’s Baby”  and “21 Things I Would Like to Do With Adam Driver” which I relate to a little too well. I, too, want to “peruse real-estate listings” with Adam Driver. 

In my nearly 26 years of living, Adam Driver is this month’s Grace Michaud’s “It Boy.” Last month it was Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Next month? Who knows, but Henry Cavill is looking mighty fine in The Witcher. 

For anyone who has ever known me, this causes little concern. To everyone joining the Grace Michaud journey: welcome. You are about to experience an everyday occurrence.

New friends, or people who only interact with me via social media: I suffer from being infinitely thirsty. My thirst can never be quenched. Usually the thirst comes at a normal level, like any thirst, and starts out as a simple tickle in the throat. If offered a drink I wouldn’t say no. But I don’t actively do anything about it. I could go for a drink, but I’m not about to get up and get one. Then the thought becomes nagging, that maybe I really should get up and get a drink right now. I’ll crave water, a simple free drink that comes from the tap. Soon my thirst becomes more distinct. I’m craving an Arnold Palmer and I need that Arnold Palmer now. I drink and drink and still I’m thirsty, drinking like I’m in the desert, about to die unless I drink the world’s entire water supply right now. 

I am, of course, not talking about liquids. I’m talking about men.

An attractive male on a film or show catches my eye, and I make note. Soon I’m watching every movie they’ve ever made until I’m in a downward spiral of interviews in the trenches of YouTube and Google. 

I’ve been attracted to the male species since before I could form a concrete memory. The evidence is in a video of my dad teasing me at three about a crush I have on a boy named Ricardo. Wracking my memory, the name sounds familiar, and I’m aware I had crushes when I was in preschool.

How in the world did my tiny brain comprehend the very idea of crushes? That one could feel something more than just friendship with someone? That I, a mere three-year-old just learning how to not urinate my pants, was able to identify that? I’ve dated 30-year-old men who are nowhere near that level of emotionally intelligent. 

Who were you, Ricardo? Why was I fascinated with you? Was I attracted to you? Do three-year- olds recognize attraction? Where are you now Ricardo? Have you met your metaphorical Lucy?

So we begin, reader, towards an agonizing life of never-ending attraction to men. Now, I am absolutely not going to go into my dating life. That is just one long humiliating and questionable series of life decisions that even I don’t want to get into. Let’s just say, at 11, there was an entire diary entry of pictures from my yearbook of a kid named Kyle who once took a pinecone out of my hair. I shudder at the thought. And don’t get me started about junior year of high school.                                                                      

I mention Ricardo to show you that my thirst for men was always there, whether I knew it or not. To me, it seems, it was just a normal feeling that was a part of me. Nothing unusual. My karate teacher was a hottie and probably why I loved going to karate. I loved men so much that I wanted to be them. I dressed in boy’s clothes, even boy’s underwear, and occasionally asked my parents to call me Michael. Now, you’re probably thinking: “Wow there is a lot to unpack here.” But this was 1997 and my parents just went along with it, not really caring as long as I went to bed when they told me to. While others may think something entirely different, I just chalk this up to being that boy crazy. I didn’t start wearing dresses until I hit puberty….but I’m already getting off topic and I don’t want this to turn into an episode of Big Mouth. Let’s try and remain focused here: I’m an obsessive person.

This is my Kindle library as of March 20, 2020:

There is a home movie of my two-year-old self pointing to my Tweedy Bird hat excitedly. “I have Tweedy Bird on my hat!” I repeat over and over with a lisp, clearly very excited I had something I loved on an item of clothing. Even then, when I loved something, I was all in. 

Combine my obsessive personality with my attraction to the male species? We descend into madness, my friends. From cartoon characters, to television shows, to actors, to rock stars, to actors again. I obsess most over men I don’t personally know. Think 25 years of pictures covering walls. Merchandise. Staying up till 3 am diving into the corners of the internet for every last drop of information I could get. 

And it all started with Bugs Bunny.

Bugs Bunny was my first foray into fangirl territory. It was that episode when Bugs Bunny dressed as a Viking woman that drew me into the Bugs Bunny portal of obsession. I wasn’t attracted to Bugs Bunny in drag, necessarily; I was more fascinated by the idea of Elmer Fudd falling in love with Bugs Bunny. That Bugs was a character that could be loved romantically. I know this sounds really bizarre and heavy, but I fully believe that I was fascinated by romantic love that early in my life. 

Soon I didn’t stop talking about Bugs Bunny. I had an entire Bugs Bunny tracksuit, slippers, and a doll. There’s a picture of me in my entire ensemble while holding the doll, ecstatic. For my fourth birthday my mom made me a homemade Bugs Bunny Halloween costume. Bugs Bunny was even my imaginary friend for a bit there. I must have worn out the Space Jam VHS tape.

Note the Bugs Bunny watch. 

That’s childhood obsession for you. When I loved Pokemon all I would do was talk about it and dream about it. 

Then it was Digimon. In twenty six years, it hasn’t stopped. Up until December of 2019, it’s been one TV show after the other, examples being Avatar the Last Airbender, Total Drama Island, The Office, The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Sherlock, Game of Thrones, Mr. Robot, Fleabag, Frasier, and most recently, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Harry Potter has always been a love for me, and I’ve been obsessed with two different book series: the comic books The Umbrella Academy (the show is a DISASTER compared to how good the comics are), and The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod (a book series about a vampire; as a bonus, see how many vampires you can count). A common theme for all of these things was the fact that I was attracted to a singular male character and their relationship to others.

In preparing to write this I wrote about 6 pages worth of notes, all ranging in obsession. To completely write about every single one would take a novel with each of my multiple obsessions being individual chapters. For example, during the Total Drama Island years I was constantly up till 3 am on the weekends making YouTube videos for the show. If you can find them...I’d be impressed. (But actually, please don’t.) I’ll try to provide a list and a little comment, as I split my obsessions into various categories. 

At 11, I discovered the Sprouse twins and my object of desire went from cartoon characters to actors. I was known as “the Sprouse twins” girl, specifically Cole, during sixth grade. This was the first time I covered my room and locker in posters. 

A year later, we jumped dramatically and came to my obsessive emo phase. While I listened to a lot of bands, my attention was turned mostly to Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy and Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance. (The latter I would later meet after MCR broke up when I was about 20 years old after his solo show,  and it was just as awkward as I could imagine). That’s when my room was completely covered in Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance posters. I wore a lot of black and those years were honestly my cringiest moments. Hey, we were all 13. 

I started to shift more from short, skinny, guyliner-wearing men and noticing tall, muscular, and handsome ones. I can pinpoint when I started to first feel sexually attracted to a man (at an appropriate age! I was going through puberty!) when I saw the trailer for Fantastic Four, and Chris Evans came out shirtless in a towel. Oh GOD what an ICONIC moment. Goodbye Sprouse Twins, hello six packs.

The summer going into high school, I saw The Dark Knight 3 times because of Christian Bale as Batman. He walked in wearing that tight black shirt and my expectations for men from there on out would never match up to Batman. Gaston from Beauty and the Beast seemed hotter now (you all know what scene I’m talking about), That attraction became the strangest when I remarked to my friend that Ultron was pretty hot for a robot. 

Maybe that’s why I love Kylo Ren so much. He’s the combination of two of my great loves: a buff emo. 

The high school years followed a somewhat similar pattern, but mostly actors more so than musicians. To be fair, in high school Fall Out Boy broke up and didn’t get back together till I was in college, and My Chemical Romance only released one album in my four years. So during high school and college there weren't really any “emo” guys or musicians to lust over. 

Now in 2020 I live in Brooklyn where every man and their mother is a “musician” so the whole idea turns me off. It was fun while it lasted though, and I’ll always be an emo kid at heart. I’ve seen Fall Out Boy 7 times in the last 10 years, and I paid an insane amount of money for My Chemical Romance reunion tour tickets. 

High school was a time where everyone was entering a more mature phase of their puberty journey, and for me, that was lusting after men over the age of 30. I had a hella crush on Zachary Quinto (who I saw walk past me once in the Village and I almost pooped my pants) even though I knew he was gay. I went through a Freddie Mercury phase for a bit too, I mean, come on, that chest hair.

I had a few months lusting after Colin Farrell after seeing him in Fright Night (which I recently found out was written by my favorite Buffy writer! seventeen-year-old me foreshadowing the present). In The Phantom of the Opera I sided with the Phantom the entire time, wishing that I could be seduced through opera in a hidden Parisian cave. My mom introduced me to Ryan Gosling who became my dream man. While reading Great Gatsby I had a huge crush on Seth Meyers who I would imagine Nick Carraway as. He does sort of look like Toby McGuire? He was the first of many goofy men that would lead to John Mulaney, Rob Delaney, Nathan Fielder, Ben Wyatt, and Niles Crane. Chris Pratt still fits into that category, though he’s the perfect combination of goofy and buff. When The Avengers came out my senior year of high school, I saw it 4 times in the theater. 

The British invasion didn’t happen until my senior year and defined my college years, with posters of Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Hardy, Michael Fassbender, Eddie Redmayne, and James Norton. My feet ache thinking about the times I waited in line at a movie premiere or a film set to get a glimpse of any of these gents. When I saw Benedict Cumberbatch on set in Boston my knees gave out. Domhnall Gleeson is also in that group of fine British men despite being Irish. It’s why I always have a moral dilemma whenever General Hux comes on screen in Star Wars. Twice I had a hardcore crush on Seth MacFarlane, going to the Ted 2 set living in Boston, waving to him as he got into his car. I would meet him again 3 years later when I worked on Harry, looking like a total disaster. But he said “hi” to me which sent me to cloud 9. I once waited in a lobby of a show to meet Lee Pace even though I didn’t see the show. 

All of these men at one point adorned my room, desktop background, dorm room (which was covered in posters, no wonder I rarely ever had a boy in there), and phone background. Today my phone background is the throne room scene of Rey and Kylo in The Last Jedi. Why do you think I had Tweedy Bird on my hat? I need my obsession with me at all times and I want the world to see. 

(Thank God tattoos are expensive and I was too young to get them during my hardcore obsessions. Imagine if I had a giant Total Drama Island tattoo on my back? I shudder.) 

While a lot of the attraction for these men was based on personality, looks, and accents, I also have a tendency to become enamoured with villains and dark characters. In 1999 I was in the movie theater seeing The Phantom Menace. Up until that point, there were virtually no children featured in Star Wars films, so when a young Anakin Skywalker graced the screen, my five-year-old heart would not stop beating. I loved him so much, I carried a Pepsi bottle with his image on it everywhere I went. I slept with it. My comfort blanket was a Pepsi bottle with a picture of a nine-year-old boy. 

I had the famous Phantom Menace poster with young Anakin Skywalker with the shadow of Darth Vader behind him. I distinctly remember my dad telling me in the theater, “That’s Darth Vader as a little boy.” When I saw Return of the Jedi my favorite scene was when Luke took off Vader’s mask, because you got to see Vader’s real face for the first time. That Vader actually was a human and not a monster fascinated me to the point of obsession which, as you probably have figured out, still carries over to the sequel trilogy. 

Bugs Bunny established my fanaticism, but Anakin Skywalker determined my type: men presented as villains but actually are redeemed over time. Through the years I think I’ve enjoyed getting to figure out someone. Their character is presented as one dimensional, and then even the tiniest thing that strays from that is seen as fascinating. There’s a great quote from an Adam Driver profile in the New York Times that I think encapsulates it: 

“A manner so resolute that when some emotion does manage to escape - whether through a glint in his eyes or the unpredictable undulations of his voice - that transgression can’t help but take you by surprise.” 

Now my therapist says that probably comes with my need to help and fix the real boys in my life. We both joked that our favorite character in A Haunting of Hill House was the drug-addicted little brother. 

I think it is totally unfair, because I know that I can’t personally help them... though ok, she may be a little right.

While I enjoy “complicated” from afar, it does subconsciously fulfill the need for what I can’t do in reality, which is being someone’s reason to change. Mostly through love. Turns out, in real life, it is far less romantic to be dating someone with a lot of emotional issues! Who knew! 

You decide for yourself. Here are all the fictional characters I’ve obsessed over who fit this category: 

-Kylo Ren (I mean, duh)

-Prince Zuko (the original Kylo Ren)

-The Phantom of the Opera (Thank you, Leslie Knope)

-Damon from Vampire Diaries

-Hot Priest from Fleabag (ok not a villain but he’s supposed to be a holy man and you think aw he’s never gonna...AND THEN HE DOES!) 

-Mr. Darcy (again not a villain but he was to Elizabeth at first!!!!)

-Duncan from Total Drama Island

-Draco Malfoy (that bleached blonde hair attraction still hasn’t gone away, oops)

-Spock in JJ Abrams’s last good movie Star Trek

-Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (oh if my heart could beat it would break my chest, how many times have I cried over that sweet platinum blonde baby?) 

Look, I know this is all fictional and in no way real. None of these men exist and are all a fantasy. Hey, I watch You and am extremely creeped out by Joe! I don’t root for him! I also hope I don’t stay this way forever. I really don’t want to be a Twilight mom. I’ve calmed down in my old age, ok? I don’t wait in the cold for hours at a stage door anymore, and I go on real dates now. I’ve even had a few boyfriends in my days who were nothing like the men I lusted after nor did I even compare. 

I completely agree that all these men would be horrible to date! Draco Malfoy was totally a bigot and bully. Kylo Ren killed his dad, and I have a good relationship with my dad, so I can’t really relate. And yes, Spike before he got his soul is nothing to wish for in a boyfriend, even if it was fun to watch him. Kylo Ren and Spike have killed multiple people. I’m not down to date a murderer. 

One day I’ll be able to consume something I enjoy and move on after a week. Growing up, mundane suburban life was a little more interesting when you get lost in a fantasy for a while. To be focused on something other than school, work, or even your own anxieties. If anything, I think my obsessive personality towards men in particular just pushes me to look for more and to yearn for more instead of being depressed that I don’t get to live it. I don’t just settle for the first boy to like me back. I strive to one day not to marry a celebrity, a comedian, or an anthropomorphic cartoon character, but someone who makes me feel like I’m the heroine of my own show. 

For now, I’ll just wait for the Phantom to spring me into his underground lair. 

Taken 2 minutes before I published this. 

[littlefrenchdog]

Facts About French Bulldogs

1. They Originally Come From England. The French Bulldog has a long tradition as a companion dog. But did you know they formerly came from England? As a miniature Bulldog, they accompanied English lace-makers to France, whereby they eventually earned the French part of their name. Bonus Fact. There name in French is Bouledogue Francais. 2. They Are Crossed With French Ratting Dogs Ratter is a breed of dog which has been evolved to catch rats as well as other vermin. Typical ratter is small to medium in size; it has a short, smooth coat. They also have erect ears. The miniature bulldogs were eventually mixed with regional Parisian ratters a dog trained to hunt rats. Terriers are by far the most typical ratters, and this was the breed with which the miniature bulldogs were bred. 3. They Have Not Always Had Bat Shaped Ears French bulldogs have always been known for their bat shaped ears. Early in the history of the breed, you could find a lot of French Bulldogs with rose-shaped ears which are folded over like the ears of an English bulldog. American breeders agreed that bat ears (sticking up) should be regarded as standard since they are more unique. Ever since the rose-shaped ears on the French bulldog have become a negative feature and according to American Kennel Club.

4. King Edward VII Owned A French Bulldog. Edward VII and his wife were to establish a new fashion with the purchase of a newly established dog breed; the French Bulldog. Both were great dog lovers. They named there first French Bulldog Peter. Queen Alexandra also had a brindle French bat-eared bulldog, possibly out of the same litter as Peter. She named this one Paul.

 King Edward VII with Peter https://tasmaniantimes.com/2018/07/french-bulldogs-faberge-and-the-romanov-family9/ 5. Tsar Nicholas II Family Owned French Bulldogs. Prince Felix Yusupov While visiting England Felix had obtained a genuine French Bulldog. An event he described in a letter to his friend Dmitry Yannovich: “I have now a new pet, a charming little French Bull Dog, given to me by our friend Andrei. He is simply too charming with his little prick ears but does snore rather insufferably. I shall bring him with me when I return home”. Named "Punch" he was a very stylish cream / fawn French Bulldog with tulips or, perhaps possibly, bat ears. Prince Felix recounts some of his antics: One day when I was at Davies my tailor’s, a very smartly dressed old gentleman wearing a checked suit, came in. Before I could stop him, Punch rushed at him and tore a huge piece out of his trousers.

Prince Felix Yusupov Tsar Nicholas II daughter Duchess Tatiana In September 1914, Duchess Tatiana acquired French Bulldog she named Ortipo reportedly the name of Malama’s favourite horse. The Grand Duchess Tatiana communicates to her mother: Mama darling mine, forgive me about the little dog. To say the truth, when he asked should I like to have it if he gave it me, I at once said yes. You remember, I always wanted to have one and only afterwards when we came home I thought that suddenly you might not like me having one. But I really was so pleased at the idea that I forgot about everything. Please, darling angel, forgive me. Tell Papa about it. I hope he won’t have anything against it …”https://tasmaniantimes.com/2018/06/french-bulldogs-faberge-and-the-romanov-family4/

Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia with a pregnant bat eared Ortipo 6. Modern Celebrities That Own French Bulldogs Reese Witherspoon

Reese Witherspoon and Pepper, a Blue French Bulldog Michael Phelps

Michael Phelps and Boomer Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson and Hobbs. Jason Priestley

Jason Priestley and Swifty Hugh Jackman

Hugh Jackman and Dali Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga and Asia Carrie Fischer

Carrie Fischer and Garry 7. Nine Recognized Standard Colors The nine primary colors that the French Bulldog that is officially recognized by the American Kennel Club, are brindle, brindle and white, cream, fawn, fawn and white, fawn brindle, white, white and brindle, plus white and fawn. 8. They Are Not Good Swimmers. French bulldogs are not very good swimmers. Their short snout makes them angle their bodies back to try and hold their nose and mouth above the surface. With their disproportionately large heads and stumpy legs, this makes it exceedingly difficult for them to keep afloat in the water.

9. The Had Longer Tails In The Past! It's not really well known, but French Bulldogs had much longer tails in the past. Through selective breeding and influence of the Bulldog genes, the tail shortens to what we see today.

10. Actually Good Watch Dogs. French Bulldogs are outstanding when it comes to letting you realize about the existence of unexpected guests. It is their remarkable ability to feel the presence of people in your region which is hard to compete with. They're going to bark like nuts before they realize who the uninvited guests are. 11. They Like To Have A Chat. French bulldogs may not bark frequently, but they like to "speak." Using a complex series of groans, yips, or gargles, they can express the convey what they want to get across. Also, they're going to be singing along with you in-car if allowed. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0uA3m2Ao4k Singing in Car 12. Mostly Born Though Artificial Insemination.  Because of their unique dimensions, the poor Frenchies have some issues in mating. The males have a hard time reaching the females, and they also get overheated and tired as they attempt to get things moving. As a consequence, a significant majority of French bulldogs are produced by artificial insemination. Because this step makes each litter of pups more costly, it also enables breeders to test for possible problems during most of the process. Frenchies often have trouble giving birth, most of them go through having a C-section. They Fart A Lot. I Mean A Lot! Flatulence, or gassiness, is a common complaint which many French bulldogs are owners are suffering from. … Farting in French Bulldogs is commonly caused by a change of diet or anything else the dog ate that doesn't sit well with them. It can be compounded by eating their food too fast, allowing air to wind up in the bowel. The end result is not suitable for anyone. :) If you would like to read more about this affliction click on the following article. https://littlefrenchdog.com/why-do-frenchies-farts-smell-so-bad/ Read the full article

[kingminie]

blazing arrows | pt. 3

❝The majority calls me Cupid, but, you can call me Jimin—I believe I owe you some debts for a mistake now long overdue.❞

⌲ genre: fluff, angst, future smut, & supernatural, au.

⌲ member: jimin feat. jungkookie

⌲ word count: 7.1 k

⌲ warnings: future mature content & shit tons of swearing.

↠ description: Stuck in what seemed to be unrequited relationship with Jeon Jungkook who just so happens to be in committed relationship with someone else as well, your heart was fragmented beyond any repair. So what exactly happens when you enter your room at 3 in the morning to find the culprit of your hellish misery, counting his gold-tipped arrows on the foot of your bed—wings outstretched and all?

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It had been exactly two weeks and six days since Jimin had made his very first appearance, two weeks and six days since you had last seen Jungkook in the middle of the supermarket aisle with nothing but a hasty exchange of introduction between him and Jimin, two weeks and six days since you've last talked to each other (which was a pretty clean record since the longest you've been without talking to each other was twelve minutes—yes you've reached that pathetic low bottom where you actually counted the minutes). It has also been precisely two weeks and six days since Jimin had been occupying the bedroom across yours, a full twenty days of actually living with him—which really wasn't half as bad as you thought it was, because quite frankly, it was the other way around.

In the course of having no any type of communication with your best friend, Jimin pretty much took your mind off of any pessimistic thoughts with his presence alone, which was reasonably impressive considering the fact that you really had been down the past days. In such a short span of living together—jeez, you'll never get used to saying that—you had already done so much things together and veritably acknowledging it, you haven't even done these things with anyone else. Not even Jungkook nor Taehyung.

"Y/N," Jimin's voice echoed around the living room and you rolled your eyes, "Y/N."

"What?" you yelled back, "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Y/N," you sighed, putting down the spatula in defeat as you dragged your feet out the kitchen and towards the living room where Jimin was keyword trying to clean up—not a single thing was in their respective places despite the numerous repetitions of what was supposed to be done, as a matter of fact, you realized that the room was way messier after Jimin took over.

"What do you need this time?" you stood in front of him, both eyebrows raised.

"Nothing," he shook his head, grinning triumphantly to himself, "Just wanted to see you."

Is this kid serious? You thought to yourself as your jaw dropped in disbelief, eyes closing in irritation. You took an extremely long time inhaling a deep breath before peeking one eye open, a glare directed at Jimin who had both his palms open underneath his chin, cupping his face as he smiled innocently, "I'll give you a five-second head start. Five, four—one. "

One thing that had changed in Jimin under the course of living together, it was that he had become way too comfortable around you that every ounce of shyness and reservation he once had ceased to exist—some days, you can't help but wish for the timid Jimin to resurface once again at some certain times, but you also couldn't deny the fact that this Jimin had been the one that helped you hold your sanity unscathed in the past few days. If it weren't for the fact that Jimin came out of his own shell and had initiated for you to become friends, you probably would've done nothing but sulk in our room, pathetically and hopelessly staring at your phone, waiting for that one specific call you knew would never come.

Add in the fact that he had also been getting way too comfortable with his new wardrobe—turning away from his dress shirts and khakis—that you both went out to shop for (after going back to his realm for quiet a while, he had returned with a filthy amount of money you didn't know where he got), if he had been hot before the first time you saw him then he's absolutely smoking every single day now. Parading around the house in nothing but a black shirt and tight sweatpants that clearly left nothing to the imagination, your eyes don't have much choice now, do they?

"You didn't even count to five," he whined, curled up on the floor as he cradled his toe that he had stubbed on the table leg as he attempted to run away from your wrath.

"Do I look like I care?" you jeered, mercilessly sitting down on the side of his hip before poking his sides, cries of both laughter and apologies escaping his mouth as he writhed on the ground, nearly kicking your face in doing so, "Boy, you better keep it in your shirt, your wings are showi—holy shit, my eggs."

The smell of burnt food invaded your senses and you vividly remembered that you had been cooking before Jimin had oh-so importantly called your name. Hastily standing up, you run towards the kitchen in high hopes that your eggs could still be salvaged, Jimin's own footsteps thundering behind you as you both raced to where the awful burning smell came from. A frown spread on your lips as you helplessly stared at the useless mess in the middle of the frying pan, what once was a bright yellow omelette had now become a bunch of smoking charcoals, an unrecognizable pile of black scrap waiting to be thrown away.

"My eggs," you whispered in horror, "Oh my god, my masterpiece."

"I'm sorry?" Jimin rocked on his heels, an apologetic look on his face as he nibbled on his finger.

Impotent, it seemed like your energy left you as you leaned your back on the edge of the counter, quietly staring at the still-burning pan, Jimin cautiously waiting for you to speak as his wide eyes followed every twist of expression you make. Your eyes found his, seeing him pursing his lips as he looked down on the ground and you sighed, a small smile twitching on the corners of your lips as you couldn't even find it within your self to get angry with him.

You reached up, pinching his cheeks as you chuckled to your self, "It's not your fault, you dork. It wasn't that good anyway, now that I think of it."

"I'm sure it would've been the best."

"Oh stop it, Jimin, you're making me blush," you joked, pushing yourself off the counter to clean up the mess when your phone chimed, so you dust your hand off Jimin's shirt, which he opened his mouth to protest to before changing his mind and flashing you a fraudulent smile in return.

[8:11] Tae: i'm calling!!! hehe oh and we're getting breakfast fyi.

Not even a second passing by after you had received and read the text, his contact appeared on the screen, along with the candid picture of him that you had previously set as his contact photo. Seeing as you had to clean up the mess you had left in the kitchen, you rest your phone between your ear and your shoulders as you turned off the stove.

"Is your life that tedious that you have to go out of your way and bother mine?" With no remorse whatsoever, you mutter immediately as the line connected.

"Well, it's not exactly out of the way, I'm like ten minutes away from your house—"

"Kim Taehyung, my house is exactly an hour and a half drive from yours," you deadpanned, "and clearly, if you're ten minutes away, considering the drive itself and the amount of time you had to spend in dressing yourself—which we know is a very long time—you had been up since five in the morning—ah, fuck."

"Be a little more careful, don't you?" Jimin spoke quietly, his hands taking over yours as he grabbed the pan himself, taking out its content as he neatly dumped them in the trash bin, "You go ahead, I'll clean this up."

"If I didn't know better, I would've thought you were actually in the middle of getting laid," Taehyung's laughter echoed on the other end of the line, "Who was that?"

"A friend you don't have to know about."

"Is Jungkook there?" he asked before a loud honk nearly busted you ears, "What the fuck, man? Stay in your lane, asshole. Anyway, the jerk's not answering my calls and texts the past few days."

"No, he's not," you lift yourself from the ground, sitting cross-legged on top of the counter as you smiled in amusement as you stare at Jimin's back while he cleaned the sink, "And what makes you think I'm any different? I gave up trying to reach him since last week. He's probably floating off dead in some ditch somewhere."

Jimin turned around, an eyebrow raised in curiosity and you shook your head, brushing him off.

"I just thought he was with you since that's what he's been doing literally every time he's over your house."

"Well, I don't know about his whereabouts either. Try calling his girlfriend, you might actually find some answers if you do," you trace the pattern on the counter near your legs, not even surprised in the slightest when Jimin's fingers lifted your chin, brownie waiting to be eaten in his hand as he stood in front of you, a rag held in another, "It's been shitty talking to you, Tae, but if you don't want to wait another half hour when you arrive here, you'd let me go and change."

"Fine," he grumbled as yet another honk sounded on the other end of the line, followed by his explicit cursing that would make a pirate bow to his knees, "I'll see you soon, loser, oh, and feel free to bring whoever you friend is. It would be a bonus if your friend's a she."

"I never intended to leave him here, anyway."

"Oh," you could hear the sheer disappointment coating his voice as soon as you said the third-person pronoun, laughing to yourself before hanging up.

"You have somewhere to be?" Jimin didn't waste another second to ask as you shoved your phone down your back pocket.

Your hand found his nose to pinch momentarily before he swatted your hands away, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and pinning them to your side, "We have somewhere to be," your hand came down on his with a loud slapping sound, "So run along and change into something decent, you dork. Go, go, go."

Not even halfway through your sentence ad he was already making a beeline for the kitchen door, his voice echoing as he trudge towards the stairs, "Would a shirt and a jacket suffice?"

"You might as well be naked, I wouldn't really complain," you muttered underneath your breath before picking another brownie Jimin had left in the middle of the counter, yelling through the mouthful of chocolate goodness, "More than enough!"

Turns out, a simple shirt and jacket in Park Jimin's dictionary was an outfit straight out of an elite fashion magazine with himself being the flawless model. Frankly, it wasn't that much of a complex nor extravagant ensemble—he just made it seem like it was one. Layered underneath the thin red cardigan was a simple black shirt with a minimal text out front, a sleek leather jacket finishing off the layers on his upper body, and to be quite honest, you really didn't want to start on how his jeans fitted him because really, you wouldn't have much time nor enough words to describe how fucking fine it suited him and his thighs.

Lord, spare me and give me the will to refrain from committing a sin, you prayed in your thoughts as soon as you went out your bedroom door when you finished getting dressed yourself, only to be greeted with Jimin's door opening at the same time, and fuck were your eyes ready to fall out of your head and your jaw bracing itself to detach from your face as soon as your gaze landed on him.

"You sure you two aren't walking the runway? Because holy shit, you look badass," were Taehyung's first exact words when you and Jimin emerged from the front door. He had been leaning on the hood of his car, scrolling through his phone and sipping his unhealthy drink when you suddenly showed up in his vision, your unintentional similar outfits catching his attention under one full second.

"He's a copy cat," you point to Jimin who rolled his eyes, before flashing a smile towards Taehyung.

"Jimin," he grinned, "I'm a friend of hers. It's nice to meet you."

"Kim Taehyung at your service," Taehyung did a curtsy before directing his gaze towards you, "Congratulations, you actually made a friend besides Jungkook, Yoongi, and I."

"Excuse you," you raised an eyebrow, "I'm perfectly capable of making friends, thank you. And for the record, I actually have friends besides you."

Right after that, you opened the passenger door, keeping the seat all to yourself as you left the two boys outside, not caring to eavesdrop on whatever they were saying.

The ride to wherever breakfast establishment Taehyung was taking you to was quite fun, not counting the times—which was more than half the totality of it—where you had to basically pull back both the boys' shirts for them not to roll over the highway at the rate their bodies were hanging out of their rolled-down windows, taking to mind that your alien of a best friend who was the one maneuvering the wheel was the one who started the insanity of hanging out the window while driving. So, imagine how much relief flooded through your veins when you had miraculously and finally parked on some parking lot, the car stopping in a perfect parallel park. How Taehyung did it, you had no clue.

"Why did I even agree to this shit in the first place?" you sighed to yourself as you unsteadily rounded the car, Jimin's laughter resounding through your ears as his arm casually draped around your waist in hopes to help you regain your balance.

"Are you okay?" I won't be if you keep surprising me with these rude touches of yours, you thought to yourself as you smoothly slid away from his hold, only to be pulled back once again by the wrist. You stood face-to-face with Jimin who grinned as he snatched the glasses which were idly perched on your head before putting them on you, "There."

"You look really good together," your head moved towards Taehyung who had his phone up before snapping a picture—leave it to him to let his shutter be as loud as it could get.

"Let's just go, I'm hungry," you rolled your eyes, trudging forward ahead of the guys, "Someone made me burn the eggs I was supposed to eat."

"Oi, you said it was okay," Hearing Jimin protest in his defense, you turned around to poke your tongue, "I was perfectly fine making you another one."

"And get food poisoning? No thank you."

[9:02 A.M.] Kookie: you got breakfast with taeshit and some other dOod without me?? :(((

[9:02 A.M.] Kookie: you traitor. i don't love u anymore smh

"You're alive?" you muttered under your breath, but not quiet enough for the boys not to hear since they both moved their heads in your direction as you took a seat, Jimin beside you and Taehyung across you. Tae had an eyebrow raised, knowing fully well that it had been Jungkook that texted you, while Jimin barely sent you a glance before focusing back on the abundance of food being shown on the menu, muttering praises of awe and wonder as he read every single time from the front page to the back, "How did he even know? Did you text him?"

[9:04 A.M.] Y/N: who are you? i'm sorry but i don't know you :)

"I may or may not have posted your picture with Jimin on SnapChat..." Taehyung flashed you his box smile, a chuckled leaving his mouth and you copied him, only this time around it was forced, "Why? He finally texted you?"

"Hm..." you nodded, locking your phone as you let it slid on the surface of the table before facing Jimin, "What are you getting?"

He turned his head to face you, eyes widened in panic, "I really don't know what to get."

"Just get the plate, you don't have to order individually," you chuckled before smiling towards the pretty server that stood shocked on the end of the table, her eyes jumping from the Kim Taehyung and Jimin, her hands blatantly shaking as she took your orders, "We'll have two Classics and a vanilla milkshake for me. You?"

"Chocolate milkshake, please, thank you," Jimin smiled politely before handing her the menu which she gladly received.

"Make that two," Taehyung spoke, flashing a smile, "and the cheese pancake and bacon medley."

"Would that be all, sir?" she asked, earning hums and nods of affirmation before a blush dusted her cheeks as she stuttered over her words, her lower lip being nibbled on by her upper teeth, her eyes set nervously on Taehyung as she flipped the paper to a new, untainted page, "Would it be okay if I take your autograph, sir? I'm really sorry for—"

"Hey, it's totally cool, don't worry." Tae gave her a genuine smile as he got the paper, putting it flat on the table before scribbling whatever message he had on his mind.

"Is he famous or something?"

Curiosity was written all over Jimin's face as he stared at the two's interaction. You nodded once he turned his attention to you, "Yeah, he kinda is," before a thought occurred to you that had you nearly rolling over in laughter as you remembered.

"He's a writer," you wheezed as soon as you got your breathing balanced, weird looks sent to you by Taehyung so you tugged Jimin's jacket to you that his body was nearly toppling over yours, "You know what title his book has? The Art of Cupid's Arrows."

Jokes about this particular topic was thrown back and forth as you wait for your food to come. So left with really nothing to do besides wait—both for the food and yet another one of Jungkook's text—you stood up, dragging Jimin with you while doing so, your eyes set on the claw crane in the corner of the diner, a giddy smile on your face.

Jimin laughed as he trailed behind, "You're such a child."

His eyes fastened on you as you got in a position, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he watched you. In the short span of living with you, he had already knew certain little things you unintentionally do; like how your left eye would slightly twitch when your mind concentrated and focused on something you had really wanted, how you twisted your the ends of your hair when you were bored, how you would scrunch your nose whenever find things going the opposite direction of how you wanted it to be—it was little things like those that unintentionally brings a smile on his face, surprising even himself when he feels himself grinning from ear to ear.

He let out another laugh as he watched a frown adorn your lips as the claw seemed to slip past the fabric of the stuff toy, gently pushing you to the side as he took over the clawing machine, getting the stuff toy you had wanted without exerting much effort on his part, "See? Easy."

You narrowed your eyes, "I'll try again."

"No need, I got this for you," he grinned, holding out the stuffed tiger.

Surprising both yourself and him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down in a tight hug. His eyes widened, a soft oof spilling out his lips from the impact of your pull, his cheeks flushing crimson when he felt your breath tickling his neck, his arms slowly raising to wrap around your waist, a smile pulling his lips until his cheeks started to hurt. You momentarily sway the both of you before pulling away, hugging the stuffed toy to yourself, "Thank you."

A vibration on your pocket pulled you out of your peaceful reverie.

[9:32 A.M.] Kookie: i know your mad at me. and i'm really sorry. let me explain myself?

[9:36 A.M.] Kookie: please.

Not wasting another second in pushing your phone back into your pocket with not so much as a reply to him, you let a grin graze your lips, you both returned to your tables, spending the rest of your day with Taehyung, your mind not even dwelling on a certain someone named Jeon Jungkook.

And for that, you were beyond grateful that Cupid showed up at your bedroom door, wings and all.

"Can I see you?"

You hated it; you absolutely and utterly hated it, how your heart seemed to cave in underneath your chest, unwanted feelings you tried so hard repressing blossoming out from the deepest abyss of your heart and mind with such a simple sentence coming out his mouth; despising how easy the words spilled out his mouth with such nonchalance and inattention that it broke you, because you knew he meant those words in such a harmless way that was in such a huge contrast to how it exactly meant to you.

"Please, I—" you hear him take a deep breath, "I really need to see you."

One known fact about Jeon Jungkook is that he had his way with his words, words laced with that wondrous tinge of magic simply in whatever sentence he speaks to people that entices them to oblige to his words, and quite frankly, you were not an exception to those people, yet hearing his voice on the phone as someone who had been his best friend for years that you had already distinguished what his voice is trying push across before he could even finish his sentence, your hear the honest desperation and plead entwined in his voice.

"Jungkook, it's already late," you sighed, hands running through your hair, "and it's freezing cold outside. Believe me, I want to see you too, you disappearing dork, but we can talk tomorrow, you go to sleep."

You suddenly stared at Jimin's body, huddled in a fetal position as he nestled the top of the blankets to his chest, his shoulders steadily falling and rising with a small smile on his face. You run a hand through his hair, surprised at how soft it actually was, before his eyes slowly fluttered open before confusion coated his face as he looked around your bedroom, raspy voice speaking in a broken soft whispers, "Oh, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"It's okay, go ahead and continue—" A grin found it way into your face as you stared at his tilted head that had already landed back on your pillows, his eyes closing as soft snores escaped his lips, "—sleeping. Goodnight, Jimin."

It had been an unexpected movie night with Jimin filled with an endless supply of junk foods and laughter as you sat alongside each other on your dark bedroom, his presence filling in the cold void Jungkook had left with his own warmth as he sat there smiling along as you laughed your heart out at some scenes in the countless movies you had watched the night prior, something Jungkook used to do with you before switching your movie nights to sleepovers in his girlfriend's house.

You had been on the fifth consecutive movie when you noticed Jimin's head slightly bobbing back and forth, his head snapping in attention as he fought his sleepiness while you continued watching, and it wasn't a while after when you pulled out your phone to snap an adorable photo of him—his heading turned towards the ceiling as his lips slightly parted as snores started to make its way towards his mouth, slightly laughing to yourself before stuffing a pillow underneath his neck to support his head, placing the blanket over his figure as you tried to silently pick up the litter you left around the bedroom, cautious enough not to disturb him.

It was exactly times like those that you really appreciated having Jimin around—not only did he make you forget whatever sadness you had within you because of Jungkook suddenly disappearing off the face of the Earth, but because he actually made you happy in a way that was so simple yet so sufficient; not only because he felt the need to reimburse whatever he owed you when he wrongly shot you with his arrow, but because he actually wanted to spend time you, becoming someone who you can call as a friend that you actually had become thankful he had shot that arrow.

"—Y/N?" Eyes widening, you pick up the phone that idly sat in your hand.

"Oh, my God, Jungkook, I'm so sorry. I got distracted—where exactly are you?" your voice raised unintentionally in panic as you hear his teeth chattering, surely blowing some air in front of him, "Are you drunk?"

"No, no, I swear I'm not," he protested, "Please don't get mad but I'm right outside your front door."

"What?"

"I'm outside your door—"

"I heard what you said, Jungkook, it's just—are you serious?" you muttered in disbelief as you hurriedly pulled Jimin's hoodie from the edge of the bed, putting in on in haste as you tried to find some post-it note to leave behind in case Jimin wakes up, "Hold on, I'm coming out. Jesus, Jungkook."

"Can you hurry? My ass is turning ice." Leave it to him to turn his mood a complete three-sixty in two minutes.

"You're in no position to complain, you asshole. You brought this one upon yourself, I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?" you rolled your eyes as you pasted the note on the wall in a visible position if the arrow-shooter wakes up, adrenaline and worry running through your veins in harsh rapids that you didn't even notice your house key on the bedside table.

As you rushed down the stairs of your house, you really couldn't comprehend how big of an idiot Jeon Jungkook was. Winter has long started so inevitably, the weather outside would be way colder than it already was, temperature dropping to something lesser than zero degrees seeing as it was already close to one in the freaking morning.

Shoving your other hand in your—Jimin's, rather—hoodie pockets out front, you struggle to pull the locks of your front before you came face to face with none other than your best friend who was rocking on both his heel back and forth as he blew unto his frozen fingers, rolling your eyes as you pulled him inside by the ear, complaints and curses escaping his mouth.

"Are you stupid?" was the first you said to him when you both stood inside, safe from the harsh blowing winds.

"I do stupid things when it comes to you," he muttered as he rolled his eyes before glaring at you, "You didn't answer my last texts this morning."

"Well, you didn't answer my texts the past weeks, did you?" you scoffed, "You're so dramatic, Jungkook. What if I hadn't answered that phone call? You could've died of hypothermia."

"Well, I'm lucky you answered, then."

"You're fucking impossible," you jabbed a finger on his chest, his stance not even wavering a bit from the assault—which you know wasn't that soft, "and I still hate you, for your information."

"And that," Jungkook smirked, "is exactly why you don't have to wonder why I'm here."

You stared at him, disbelief coursing your veins the more you continued to stare at him. He really is stupid, you sighed in defeat as you plopped down on the couch, too spent and sleepy from the simple activity you had not long ago did, and at the same time, too tired and frustrated to deal with the pile of shit that came with Jungkook at this time on night. Out of all the people on this planet, why did you have to go and fall for someone like this oblivious bunny?

"And it couldn't really wait until tomorrow?"

He seemed to think to himself, plopping down right into you, before grinning up at you, hands encircling your waist tightly before he bared his teeth in a huge smile, two enormous ront teeth digging on his lower lips. He really did look like a bunny. "No."

Swallowing both your frustration and dignity that screamed right then and there to pull him closer to you, you did the complete opposite and wriggled your way out of his tight hold, "Get off, you loser."

It was silent for a few minutes, just you lying on the couch and him sprawled out on the floor underneath you. You really would've fallen asleep if it weren't for him suddenly standing up from his position on the floor, fingers fastening their tight hold on you as he pulled you up from the peaceful reverie you were quite enjoying on the couch.

"Let's go for a walk."

"Excuse me?" you looked up at him as if he had suddenly grew two legs, not absorbing his absurd words, "You're insane if you think I'm actually going with y—what the fuck are you doing, put me down!"

And before you even knew it, your front door was slammed shut behind your flipped figure as you mercilessly pummel on Jungkook's ass with as much power as you could muster, shivering at the instant the cold, crisp air managed it's way through the thin material of your grey sweatpants before you gave up on Jungkook's tight grip on your thighs as he carried you across the road, leaving you to stare longingly at your front door.

"You're really getting it, Jeon Jungkook."

A frown found its way into your face once you heard his laugh echo through the isolated neighborhood. Now that you actually see it, the dark streets with the addition of the flickering lights didn't do much comfort when you suddenly realized that it looked like a scene straight out of a movie—not the usual romance movie you usually dreamt of starring in with Jungkook but a straight up horror gore movie where you where most like to get abducted and be murdered.

"Kookie," your tough resolve completely vanished as you pressed your palms against his back, small voice that resembled that of a child replacing what used to be your strong voice laced with dominance and certainty, "you're not taking me somewhere grassy and killing me, right?"

Stiffening, Jungkook halted his tracks, "Oh my, you've got me all figured out."

"Idiot." You rolled your eyes, slapping the back of his thighs.

Bless Jeon Jungkook for putting up with your violent tendencies that more or less made up more than half the summary of your friendship.

"Seriously, I don't even want to know what you're thinking about half of the time." Mostly you, you thought to yourself before you caught yourself, chuckling at your idiocy, "See? Your even laughing all to yourself with no reason."

"Shut up."

You continued sulking even after he had fastened your own seat belt, despite how fast your heart raced when he casually leaned over, breath softly hitting the surface of your skin as he reached for the belt, flashing you a smile when he flipping stopped right in front of you, merely two inches between your faces before he pulled away and rounded the car.

It was no denying that despite the harsh blow of crisp and cold air that nearly froze your lungs, it was an incredibly beautiful night. The stars astonishingly scattered in such a mesmerizing mess that captured your eyes, feeling your breath got stuck in your throat as you pressed your face against the cold window of Jungkook's car, simply gazing at the vast stretch of masterpiece that painted the skies above.

After quite a while of driving, you feel the car come to a slow stop, your eyes widening when the Jungkook raised the roof of the car, completely exposing yourselves to the unforgiving blow of icy winds that breezed past. Opening your mouth to protest, you were forced to close it back when Jungkook leaned his body forward, your soul nearly riding along with the winds as he did so. Your breathing stopped, you were well-aware it did, as he got extremely closer that once you turn your head even slightly to the side, then, your lips would be undoubtedly touching.

You were rendered speechless once he pulled out a thick blanket from the backseat and two take-out coffee cups which still had steam rising from the holes in front.

"You came prepared, didn't you?" you scoffed as you accepted the steaming coffee from his grasp, encircling the warm cup in hopes to give some warmth to your freezing hands.

Jungkook remained silent as he reclined his seat the way you did to your own, his eyes trained on the skies above, millions of twinkling stars staring back at him. A sad smile pulled at your lips as you stared at him.

To you, Jeon Jungkook was a star in the infinite count of galaxies. He was that star that you couldn't help but search for every night. The star you long for wherever you go, the very star your eyes couldn't help but become glued to whenever you stare at the night sky. He was that star that stood out in the vast sea of stars that flooded the heavens, twinkling so brightly that it caught your heart until it became the only star you seem to know of and come back to each time you had the chance to.

But you knew to yourself that to you, Jeon Jungkook was far more than just a mere ordinary star. He was the sun while you were the Earth—he seemed to be the one giving you life, sustaining you the strength you needed whenever he was around, cheering you up on gloomy days that clouded your weather—but you also knew, so long as he remained the sun and you as the Earth, colliding was impossible; he would remain as that unreachable star that only dusted your own heavens, beautiful to see but dangerous and impossible to hold.

His eyes glanced at you for a second before he shuffled closer, both your bodies underneath the think blanket, the stick shift the only object between your body. Your grip tightened on the coffee cup, the liquid burning in your throat the same time his hand found yours underneath the fabric, intertwining tightly at the same rate your heart clenched, his head leaning on your shoulders as he continued gazing at the sky.

Why is he doing this? You thought to yourself as you stared at him as he closed his eyes in content, softly breathing in before exhaling a puff of air that moisturized as it flowed out.

There had been times where affections like this were considered nothing—he was your best friend, after all— and it hadn't been that much of huge deal when skinship surfaced in your friendship since Jungkook had always been the touchy-feely kind of guy. You remember that there had been times where affection like this had been considered nothing but then again, feelings happened. Your feelings happened that what once was innocent affection meat way more than what it was supposed to mean for you; and it hurt. It absolutely killed you how unfair it was that you were the only one feeling these things, but you really had no one to blame but yourself. Who told you to fall for him anyway

"Do you remember?" His voice sliced through the thick air like a sharpened sword.

"I have many things to remember, Kook," you reminded him, "Which one?"

"Back in junior year, when we first found this place," his thumb traced pattern on your skin, "you were crying back then when I found you here and ironically that was the day I got into a relationship with Ji Eun."

Exactly the reason why you found me here, heaving my lungs out as I cried because I found out you asked freaking Ji Eun out, you though to yourself as you rolled your eyes, pinching his hand which was holding yours, "Can we not talk about that?"

"Now that I think about it, I never really knew the reason why you were crying."

"Frankly, I was heartbroken..."

"Of Ji Eun and I?" he looked absolutely surprised and worried that you changed your mind.

Yes, you idiot. "Hell, no, you conceited ass." I'm lying. "You think you're the only one who got a girlfriend that day? Yoongi had one too."

His head turned upwards, eyes burning into your face as you gazed ahead, "You liked Yoongi? Min Yoongi?"

No, I liked you. "It's all in the past." I still like you.

"Wow," he breathe, "what a surprise."

"What do you mean by that?" you slightly pushed your shoulder upward to move his head, "And honestly, why did you even drag me out here? I'm sure it's not just because you wanted to know about my past liking towards Min Yoongi. So, what is it?"

"I just missed you." His answer surprised you that you nearly burst into flames as you sat stoically beside him, "I'm sorry I haven't been with you the past few weeks. It's just that I—"

"It's okay, you don't have to explain yourself. You're your own person and you're really not entitled to spend every day of your life hanging out with me." And because if you tell what I already know, it's going to break me even further, "I already know you're sorry, stop apologizing."

"You're really the best." He sighed, "Y/N?"

"Hm."

"I love you," your heart nearly beat out your chest as he looked up, engulfing you in a hug, your head in his chest this time as his arms encircled you. At this point, tears were unintentionally welling up in your eyes that you had to squeeze them shut to bring them back, "I know that I seldom say this but I really mean it. You're the best best friend anyone could ever ask for and I'm thankful I have you."

"I hate you, asshole." I wish I did. "Now, get off, this getting really emotional. I hate this shit."

Laughing, he let go of your hand before turning on the engine once again, "Where'd you wanna go?"

"Home," you answered in a heartbeat.

"Hey," Jungkook whined, pouting as he rounded the car back to the roads, "Tired of my face already?"

If you want me breaking into rounds of tears in your car the by any means, take me anywhere, "I'm just really tired."

Without much protest, he continued driving with the car roof open and you appreciated it. Closing your eyes, you let the frigid winter air penetrate through your skin as the car soared through the deserted streets, serene and tranquility surrounding you until the car slowed to a smooth stop across your house once again. Opening your eyes, you came to notice that Jungkook was already staring at you, sporting a small smile on his own face. You were about to spew a sarcastic comment when something hit the tip of your nose—something cold and white.

Eyes widening in recognition, you gaped as you tilt your head backwards, "Oh, my God." It was the first snowfall. With Jungkook. It wasn't exactly that you were an extreme romantic but you had known and believed about the first snowfall—hope burst in your chest as you gazed towards Jungkook but then it was too late. His phone was glued to his ear, a huge grin on his face as he talked to Ji Eun.

Right then and there, no matter how strong you had been holding yourself, all the walls broke down and you didn't know how much you could handle yourself. You pushed the car door open, in a sudden rush as more snowfall pelted down from the sky. No matter how beautiful it was, you were far too hurt to process this. You just had to get away from Jungkook as fast as possible before he could witness you break down in tears.

Not even a second later as you walked across the road to get to your house, a traitor tear escaped from your eye and before you knew it, you were crying.

Just then, you felt a hand tugging your sweater close to them, cold hands wiping off the tears that had already messily mixed with the heavy snow that fell around you—so much white that you didn't get to see who was in front of you. Their hand pushed your hair back away from your wet face and just then, you could see him.

His grey hair was dusted with snowflakes, along with the ones that got caught in his eyelashes and the tip of his nose that would've made you smile if it were't for the fact that you had become a sobbing mess right in front of him. Park Jimin is beautiful, that was a no-brainer.

He gave you a hesitant smile, "I'm not exactly a pro at these things but I can give you a hug."

You wasted no time wrapping your arms around his waist, so tight that it made him catch his breath but he made no protest whatsoever because he knew this was what you needed. His arms wrapped themselves around your shaking figure and it seemed to pierce his chest as he knew if he just hadn't stupidly and recklessly shoot that arrow, you wouldn't be standing here just outside your house, crying your heart out for someone who couldn't find it in himself to love you back the way you loved him, but what made him hate himself even more was when not an ounce of regret seeped through his veins when he did, because truthfully, he was thankful he did shoot that arrow, because if it weren't for it, he wouldn't have been holding the best thing that ever happened to him in the isolated years he had spent alone.

It was then it that moment that his eyes met with Jeon Jungkook's own, his feet frozen mid-step in the snow-filled pathway towards you, phone gripped tightly in his hands as he stared at you.

It was also in that moment that Jimin swore to himself that he had to throw all his selfishness away and do whatever he could to fix you and the mess he made—all before he could make sense of the stirring sleeping feelings deep within his own heart as he held you tight against him, vulnerable and all.

[justanothercinemaniac]

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #135 - Race to Witch Mountain

Spoilers below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) This film, in a lot of ways, is a quintessential movie for me. I've discussed in the past (specifically on my Back to the Future post and Chicago post) how March 2009 was a very definitive time for me. Well this movie falls into that category. I was in Arizona with my parents and brother visiting my aunt, uncle, and grandma and the adults (save for grandma) went to see something like The Reader or some other adult movie. So my grandmother took my brother and I to see Race to Witch Mountain on opening day at like the Alamo theater or something like that. I have very clear/vivid memories about seeing this with them and the movie holds a special place in my heart because of that (even if it isn’t necessarily the BEST film ever made).

2) From the opening credits there is no question as to what is going on in this movie: it’s aliens. The opening features bits about space travel and Roswell and UFOs, etc. There is no doubt that this film is about aliens.

3) Ciaran Hinds in the film just gives off an aura of threat and villainy from his very first appearance. I love it!

You get a nice understanding of him as the film goes along. A part of Henry Burke (Hinds’ character) is his desire to protect his planet, but its more he’s greedy. He wants a win, he wants credit for a win, and he’s not willing to let any little thing like common sense or decency jeopardize that. A nice villain for the film.

4) As soon as we meet Dwayne (must not say “The Rock”) Johnson’s Jack Bruno we are given a lot of his character.

We see him look longingly at this nice red car, establishing a goal he is trying to accomplish. We see his impatience and distaste for the storm troopers in his backseat, giving off his rough and jaded character. But we also see his chemistry with Carla Gugino’s Alex which shows a kindness to him that he likes to hide as well as a bit of fun. And when we see him in his motel home at night, we understand that Jack is someone largely dissatisfied with where he is at the moment. Johnson and the writing are able to portray these things clearly and set up Jack’s journey through the rest of the film.

5) Meredith Salenger plays a reported named Natalie Gann in this movie. She also played the titular character in Disney’s The Journey of Natty Gann back in 1985.

I remember years ago watching a bonus feature on the blu-ray where the director said he really liked The Journey of Natty Gann as a kid and wanted this little wink at the film both for himself and other Disney geeks who may get it.

6) This line was very memorable for me as a 13 year old kid.

Mr. Wolf’s Goon: “You got a death wish?”

Jack: “I drive a cab in Vegas.”

7) AnnaSophia Robb as Sarah and Alexander Ludwig as Seth.

In contrast with the original theatrical Witch Mountain films, there is no attempt to establish these two characters as normal human children. We still end up relating to them on an emotional level, but from their syntax and lack of familiarity with certain Earth ways you can very easily tell that they’re aliens. The pair of young actors play the siblings well. Like the stars of the original film - Ike Eisenmann and Kim Richards - they are able to portray a true relationship through small moments of trust and understanding. They’re really siblings. They care for each other, they have each other’s backs, and that chemistry is packed down. They’re also able to give each character their own personality, with Sarah being the optimistic understanding one and Seth as the more aggressive stubborn of the two. They do a good job in the movie and play well with Johnson’s Jack, making for an interesting character dynamic to support the film.

8) Man, they really just wanted you to hate Burke didn’t they?

Burke [about Seth & Sarah]: “And no matter what they appear to look like, gentlemen, these are not children.”

Except they are, dude. They really are. How about you go club a baby seal too since apparently if it’s not a HUMAN child it’s not a child at all.

9) I always found the intro of Seth’s powers to be a powerful and memorable moment.

10) I always found the design on the Siphon alien very sleek and cool. It is reminiscent of Predator a little to me.

11) My biggest issue with the film that - while it is only 98 minutes - it’s a little muddled and messy. The dual antagonists of the Siphon and Burke both lead for some interesting scenes, but as a whole create pacing issues and never truly mesh together as cohesively as maybe I’d like them too. An example of this is after Jack and the kids escape the Siphon the first time it chases down their cab, but they seem to escape its grasp, only for it to come after them again almost randomly in the same scene. That cab chase definitely has some nice moments and tension to it, but as a whole is a bit messy.

12) I really like some of Jack’s lines in this film.

Jack [after the kids try to tell him they’re aliens]: “You can’t just drop the, ‘We’re aliens!’ bomb on someone like that!”

13) Hey, Cheech Marin is in this movie!

14) At one point in the film, the trio has to visit Stony Creek for a while. Stony Creek was the town just outside of Witch Mountain on Tia’s map in the original film. So it is only fitting that the stars of the original Escape to Witch Mountain make cameos during this scene. Kim Richards - who played Tia in the original - plays a waitress also named Tia in this movie. While Ike Eisenmann - who played Tia’s brother, Tony - plays Sheriff Anthony (which Tony is short for).

And - in reference to their heroic characters - both parts played by Richards and Eisenmann work to help the protagonists of this film escape from Burke in some pretty helpful ways.

15) I love the fact that Sarah stops the car for her new dog, Junkyard!

I really like dogs.

16) Alex’s conflict is spelled out very clearly when we meet her at the convention: she’s not taken seriously. She does a lot of work towards researching the legitimate possibility of life outside of earth and no one treats it as legitimate. But she is positive and optimistic and Carla Gugino plays the part very well (although I’ve yet to see a Carla Gugino performance I dislike).

17)

Sara [about her planet]: “Millennia of neglect have made the atmosphere unlivable.”

18) WHO THE HELL IS THIS WHITLEY GUY THAT ALEX SAYS, “Not now!” TOO AT THE UFO CONFERENCE!!!! IT HAS BUGGED ME FOR YEARS!!!

(Does a quick google.)

Okay, so Whitely Strieber is an American author best known for his horror novels and  and for Communion, a non-fiction account of his alleged experiences with non-human entities. Apparently his wife is somewhere in the film too.

19) Hey, it’s Garry Marshall!

Garry Marshall appears in a small yet memorable supporting role, giving the protagonists the information about Witch Mountain. Which, interestingly enough, has been changed from a community of alien refugees to a secret government base. Huh.

20) If you look very closely during the UFO conference scenes, you can see a cosplayer dressed like Tron.

21) In a nice wink to the original film, in the final act the heroes ditch the cab for a winnebago (which is the vehicle used to reach Witch Mountain in the 1975 film).

22) There is a nice character moment between Alex and Jack in the car where they both relate to their pasts and their dreams. It is small but appreciated, as it gives the characters just that extra layer they need.

23) So to sneak into the mountain after Sarah and Seth are kidnapped, Jack and Alex climb down this pipe which ends up being a furnace that nearly burns them alive. Except...it serves no practical purpose whatsoever. Like why does their furnace need to be so ridiculously elaborate and also have an entrance to the outside?

24) Also at one point in the film Jack and Alex dress in hazmat suits to free the kids, and I can’t help but wonder...why would they have a hazmat suit in Jack’s (aka: The Rock’s) size when there’s no one working there that big?

25) I live for jokes like this.

Seth [after Jack asks if they can fly a spaceship]: “How do you think we got here?”

Jack: “Well you crashed. Remember?”

26) The first time I saw the climactic battle between Jack and the Siphon on the flying saucer, when the Siphon’s mask came off and they were waiting to reveal its face to us, for some reason I thought that the Siphon would look like Dwayne Johnson.

Now that I’m older I realize this would’ve been a horrible choice as it doesn’t play into Jack’s struggles or the themes of the film AT ALL but I figured these are aliens that look human so why not have the Siphon look like Jack? In hindsight, I’m glad they went with this instead:

27) The goodbye the kids have with Jack is actually really heartfelt and feels more earned than you might initially think. They formed a real trust with this guy, he risked his life countless times to make sure they made it through alright. I really appreciate that.

As I said at the start, Race to Witch Mountain has a lot of personal significance for me. It’s hard for me to be objective about the film. I see what’s wrong with it, but I really enjoy it. It strikes a chord with me and therefore I’m going to recommend it to you. Even though it’s not necessarily as up to snuff as the more recent live action efforts from Disney, it is still a very entertaining (and not too long) film with some nice humor and good acting. I don’t think it’s a waste of your time, I think it’s quite enjoyable. But again, I can’t be objective really. Just know I recommend it nonetheless.

[raggywaltz1954]

If there’s one thing anybody who knows me (or anybody who doesn’t know me but lets me talk to them long enough) is aware of, it’s that I’m a Californian through and through, despite my temporary residence in Alabama.  One thing that Alabama has that California does not is seasons, and after suffering through another bleak winter, the weather is warming and the leaves are coming back on the trees.  In celebration of the turning season, I thought it would be cool to dedicate each post this month to the first full month of spring, April.

The Music

Track:  ‘I’ll Remember April’

Recorded 19 September, 1955 in Carmel, California

Erroll Garner:  Piano

Eddie Calhoun:  Bass

Denzil Best:  Drums

‘I’ll Remember April’ is among my personal favorite jazz standards, and Erroll’s interpretation of it is rather unique.  He lengthens the song’s form by adding another verse at the end where ordinarily the song would go to the bridge, inserting a turn-around and then repeating the first 16 bars of the song, stretching what was originally a 48-bar song to what on paper is a whopping 64-bar song.  The added verse works though, and I’m surprised other musicians haven’t explored this form of ‘April’, at least on record.  Garner’s piano playing had swing built into it; his left hand’s strolling four-to-the-bar chording gave the impression that he had a guitar strumming with the group, and his occasional accents really kicked and jumped the music into some in the pocket grooves.  Another interesting thing about Garner’s performance of  ‘April’ is his convoluted introduction of the tune itself.  He frequently improvised intros to songs that had little resemblance to the song he was about to play, keeping the audience and his sidemen in suspense until the moment he began to play the melody of the tune.  When he does finally begin to play the melody here, the audience erupts into applause.  ‘Red Top’ is a neat little blues outing that finds Garner in a humorous mood, throwing quotes in his solo with abundance.

This live album came about by accident.  Garner’s agent, Martha Glaser, noticed a tape recorder running backstage during the concert.  She tracked down the guy who was taping the concert, and about a year later in 1956, Columbia put out selections from the concert on this LP, to a smashing success.  It’s not a rare album in the slightest, and it’s not a highly sought after record, either. It’s a solid album, though, with swinging and stimulating performances throughout.  As an added bonus, we get to hear Erroll Garner speak, in what the liner notes describe as ‘the most succinct curtain speech’ ever.

The Cover

College Jazz Collector Rating:  B

It’s not a bad cover, to be honest.  You definitely get a sense of being ‘by the sea’, and the use of color in the font is tasteful.  Composition-wise, the photo perfectly uses the Rule of Thirds (photographer jargon for aesthetically pleasing balance), putting the woman off to the bottom and side and using the tree to almost frame the photo.  In fact, the use of leading lines (the album title to the pine tree to the rocks in the background to the rocks in the foreground to the girl) makes for visually engaging cover.  Why just a B rating, then?  I’m glad you asked.

A Tale of Three Covers

In 1956 when the album initially was released, the art department decided to use a white model on the cover, a practice that was common back then.  The consensus among the executives was that a record wouldn’t sell if it had a negro prominently displayed on its cover.  Quick sidenote- according to an established white author and poet who lectured at my university yesterday, this sentiment was alive and well as recently as 2010.

The cover used in 1956 and on all subsequent pressings of the record had the white model in what I’m sure was then-fashionable black pants, a white shirt, and a red jacket.  In case you don’t want to scroll back up, here it is.In 1969, Columbia decided to re-release the album in a ‘electronically re-recorded to simulate stereo’ edition.  Most record collectors know to run for the hills whenever they see a fake stereo album; I have this edition of the album, and I can say that fake stereo albums are best left alone.  More on that later.  The album cover on this edition features an updated photograph of the original cover.  That is, a more boring cover.  The font is a droll white that almost gets lost in the equally droll and gray scenery.  The model is again a white woman, and in a reflection of the times the photo was taken, she is garbed in bell-bottom pants, the red jacket replaced by a different red top, and long flowing hair.  Goodbye quaint 1950’s, hello psychedelic ’70’s.  In 2015, Columbia/Sony released the entire concert, blessing the world with 11 previously unreleased tracks in addition to more stage announcements.  The cover art on the CD and vinyl jackets is subtly historic, if not tongue-in-cheek.   The multi-colored fonts are back, and it sports an updated subtitle that tells us specifically when the proceedings were recorded.  The historic nature of the cover comes when you look at the actual photo.  Sixty years after the album came out, Columbia finally thought it was safe to use a black model on the cover.  Dressed in a red shirt and black pants, hands outstretched, and standing on the rocks (albeit on the opposite side), the 2015 cover is both a tribute to the original and a quiet monument to where we are today.  I say quiet, because nowhere in the extensive new liner notes or anywhere else online for that matter does Columbia/Sony mention this change in models.  The kicker is the black model is wearing her hair au natural.  Amen and amen.

And that folks is the sixty-year tale of three album covers and why I gave it a ‘B’ rating.  By the way, on the back of the CD booklet, the model seems to be holding something in her hand.  Surely there’s no symbolism there… 

The Back

Yet another example of the wrong kind of autograph.  Despite being sixty years old, the white back cover is still pretty bright.

The Vinyl

Columbia 6-eye mono labels on heavy deep groove vinyl.  The matrix numbers end with 1C on side 1 and 1A on side 2.  Normally I don’t really care about this, aside from general amusement at where in the pressing process my record came from, but in this case I admit that I have slight case of ‘1st of the 1st Syndrome’.  Being that this record had sold millions of copies by the end of the 1950’s, it’s kinda neat to know that this particular record was among the very first pressed and released.  To get an idea of how many copies were pressed and mastering tapes used, my 1969 copy of this album on fake stereo has matrix numbers ending in 4B and 4D, signifying that the tape used was the 4 times removed from the original.  It sounds terrible.  The original album was sourced from an amateur bootleg recording, so the sound was already low-quality.  Add electronically simulated stereo, and you can guess what the end result is.  Interestingly, it sounds like the tape speed was sped up, giving the impression that music is being played faster than 33 1/3 RPM.  Here’s the original rip from my record from above, and then the rip from my 1969 copy of the same album, same track.  The difference is night and day.

The Place of Acquisition

Sometimes you find gold in the most unexpected places.  Such was the case with this album.  While working at a summer camp in a small town in the mountains of Arizona, some friends decided to visit the Goodwill Thrift shop down the road.  I went along for the ride, and was pleasantly surprised to find that not only did they have a decent-sized record section, but everything was 99 cents!  I quickly scooped up this and two other records , one being the famous George Shearing/Nat King Cole record.  Incidentally, the original record’s price tag is on the front cover; it went for 99 cents in 1956, and I bought it for that same price in 2013.  How about that?

Concert By The Sea // Erroll Garner If there's one thing anybody who knows me (or anybody who doesn't know me but lets me talk to them long enough) is aware of, it's that I'm a Californian through and through, despite my temporary residence in Alabama.  

[friday-sea-creatures]

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What up what up what up! Welcome back to another edition of Friday Sea Creatures. There's a chill in the air, the leaves are turning, pumpkin spice abounds, and I saw a guy dressed up as Jesus riding a hoverboard through traffic at high speed around 11pm last night in Midtown. That's right, it's Halloween, friends, so sit back, put on some FSC tunes, and enjoy a spooky-ass sea creature... the

Crab Hacker Barnacle (Sacculina carcini)

Hacker Facts:

Seriously, it's called the "crab hacker." I can't make this shit up.

Female Sacculina larvae crawl across the body of a host crab until they find a joint it its armor... they then shed their barnacle shells and inject their newly soft bodies into to crab. Immediately, they begin to eat its 'nads for sustenance, and slowly grow into a squishy sac that hangs down out of the crab's undercarriage.

As time goes on, the Sacculina grows a series of tendrils that intertwine with the host crab's organs. Eventually they reach the brain. At this stage, the crab is a full-on barnacle zombie. It can no longer grow, reproduce, molt, regrow lost limbs, or think for itself.

Under complete alien control, the infected host of either sex will begin to care for the parasite’s eggs (that rest on the crab’s abdomen where its own eggs would be). When the time is right, the crab acts out its own reproductive cycle by climbing to a high rock and tending to the egg pouch. When the hundreds of eggs are ready to hatch, the crab bobs up and down in the water to release them; he/she then stirs the floating eggs with his/her claw to set them on their way to new hosts, where this cruel cycle will continue.

Says Fairbanks School of Fisheries and Ocean Sciences PhD student Leah Stone: "They can't infest humans.... probably not, anyway. Don't eat them though. Just to be safe."

Nature is terrifying. Happy Halloween.

PS, during the research phase of this issue of FSC I stumbled upon the wonderful science blog "Parasite of the Day." Enjoy.

Bonus Crab Hackers:

Jesus Hacker Christ on a hoverboard, what a world,

Mike

Director of Sea Creatures from Hell

[torentialtribute]

Brighton vs Southampton Preview: Ralph Hasenhuttl’s side look to get off the mark

Brighton and Southampton may come from similar parts of the world, but the south coast outfits have had a contrasting start with the new Premier League season.

The south coast conflict between the teams that came with the seagulls – who barely avoided relegation last year – started the campaign undefeated in their first two games.

New manager Graham Potter won 3-0 at Watford and also claimed a useful point at home for an ambitious West Ham United side.

Ralph Hasenhuttl was the savior of the saints last term while he sent Burnley was followed by a defeat by Liverpool to them as one of four teams with no point behind to leave.

Southampton won twice at the AM EX Stadium final term and they will have to do this again to alleviate the fear of another campaign against relegation.

Graham Potter has made a good start with his career in the Premier League at Brighton

BRIGHTON: The Summergulls Gamble on Potter with Early Signs of Payments

Many were left in arms about the daring call in Brighton for Chris Hughton almost immediately at the end of last season – despite being successful in keeping them in the Premier League.

Replacing him with Graham Potter was a courageous decision, given his lack of important top flight experiences.

But his reputation has steadily increased since his unorthodox methods of team bonding helped little known Swedish side Ostersunds for the first time in the Europa League knockout rounds, where they fought a decent fight before being eliminated by Arsenal.

Attracting team ballets for the local city was part of his success in building team and community spirit. Although these methods did not follow him to Swansea City in the previous period, he proved in a larger environment that he could change his management methods.

Glenn Murray has started the first few games for Brighton but still needs to find it net

So far, he has stabilized the Brighton ship that was rocking, even before Hughton & # 39; s departure, but now he has to show that it is not a flash in the pan.

That starts with home form. Handy as the point with West Ham was to extend a bad record at the AMEX Stadium where they just won in the Premier League this year – and even that was against a doomed Huddersfield Town side.

Potter also has a lot of thinking to do about his punching power. Glenn Murray is now 35 years old and although he has started the offensive season, he has yet to find it.

Potter may think that Murray has much to offer the team as a senior member of the team, and that can never be easily ignored.

However, the goals have come from elsewhere this season, with Florin Andone and Neal Maupay both coming off the bench to find the net, while another striker Jurgen Locadia is looking for more minutes for the first team.

It was a good start for Brighton, but restoring the home form and finding a fixed start XI will have to be attended rather than later.

Florin Andone will be one of the Seagulls attackers who looking for a starting role

SOUTHAMPTON: It is too early to panic, but the saints must show improvement in the south coast derby

After spending two seasons on relegation , it was hoped that Ralph Hasenhuttl could drag Southampton back up the table once again in the middle of the last-season season to reverse their fortune.

Instead, deja-vu is already lurking around St Mary & # 39; s after two straight defeats to start the season.

things are not as bad as they seem. Admittedly, the saints were poor in their 3-0 collapse in Burnley – and teams can have one-off bad matches.

Defeat followed, and even given the handicap of the Reds to play midweek in the Super Cup, even getting a point on the part of Jurgen Klopp this time limit is a bonus for many teams.

But another loss this weekend on the side of Brighton that has not won any of their recent five meetings will raise some doubt.

Are there any positives for Hasenhuttl? For a team that started the season badly, surprisingly there are.

At least from the outside it seems that he is still in charge of the dressing room. The players look comfortable and organized in their positions on the field and for the most part they were opened too easily by one of the most deadly attacking trios in Mohamed Salah, Roberto Firmino and Sadio Mane.

They also created opportunities, perhaps Danny Ings took the consolation strike against Liverpool, but he also picked a sitter who would have given them a dramatic late equalizer.

For now, the goal is where Hasenhuttl is to be problems. Southampton just does not score enough. None of their players has achieved double digits in the last few seasons and last season's top scorer with nine in all competitions was a winger in Nathan Redmond.

No easy problem to solve now that the transfer window has closed, but a Hasenhuttl urgently needs to find a solution if he wants to stay away from another relegation battle.

Goals are a problem for Southampton and Danny Ings lacks a late chance to save a point against Liverpool in their previous encounter in St Mary & # 39; s

Predicted line-ups

Brighton & # 39; s predicted start XI: Ryan, Duffy, Dunk, Burn, Montoya, March, Stephens, Propper, Gross, Trossard, Andone.

Southampton & # 39; s predicted start XI: Gunn, Vestergaard, Yoshida, Bednarek, Bertrand, Valery, Hojbjerg, Romeo, Armstrong, Redmo nd, Adams

Wat do the bookmakers say?

Despite their recent poor record against Southampton, Brighton's good start to the season and home status make them narrow favorites to win, with prizes usually around 7/5. Saints have potential hidden by their two defeats and have a good track record at the AMEX, so don't take their 2/1 chances.

Only three of the last 10 goals in matches between these teams have come in the first half, so a draw with Brighton to continue and then win can be tempting at 5/1

Who says what?

Brighton manager Graham Potter on his development side: I am pleased with the players in their application and their quality. The performance levels are really good, but we can improve because we are at the start of what we do. & # 39;

Southampton defender Yann Valery on improved performance on his part in Liverpool: & # 39; You can see since the coach came, we have a strong mentality and we want to win everything. Until the game ends, we continue to fight and work hard. We had to show a response. The coach told us he didn't want to see the same team against Burnley and that's what we showed.

IMPORTANT FACTS

Brighton has won only one of their last 10 games with Southampton in all competitions (W1 D5 L4) and won 3-0 at the AMEX in the championship in January 2012.

Southampton has been unbeaten in their last seven top-flight meetings with Brighton since a 0-2 defeat at the Goldstone Ground in December 1981 (W2 D5).

In all competitions, Southampton has lost only one of their last 11 away games against Brighton (W7 D3), with 0-3 in the championship in January 2012.

Southampton wants to prevent him from playing for the first time a Premier League campaign opens with three defeats time since 2012-13 under Nigel Adkins. The last five times they lost their first three PL games, but they still managed to prevent relegation.

Two of Brighton's four Premier League goals so far this season have been netted by substitutes – scoring only three goals through subs throughout 2018-19

Glenn Murray has scored in three of his four Premier League matches for Brighton against Southampton (three goals), with two of those strikes via the penalty spot.

Brighton boss Graham Potter becomes the sixth person to manage the Premier League game against Southampton after having previously played for Saints in the league (including Micky Adams, Iain Dowie, Mark Hughes, Garry Monk and Peter Reid ).

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[littlefrenchdog]

Facts About French Bulldogs

1. The Originally Come From England. The French Bulldog has a long tradition as a companion dog. But did you know they formerly came from England? As a miniature Bulldog, they accompanied English lace-makers to France, whereby they eventually earned the French part of their name. Bonus Fact. There name in French is Bouledogue Francais. 2. They Are Crossed With French Ratting Dogs Ratter is a breed of dog which has been evolved to catch rats as well as other vermin. Typical ratter is small to medium in size; it has a short, smooth coat. They also have erect ears. The miniature bulldogs were eventually mixed with regional Parisian ratters a dog trained to hunt rats. Terriers are by far the most typical ratters, and this was the breed with which the miniature bulldogs were bred. 3. They Have Not Always Had Bat Shaped Ears French bulldogs have always been known for their bat shaped ears. Early in the history of the breed, you could find a lot of French Bulldogs with rose-shaped ears which are folded over like the ears of an English bulldog. American breeders agreed that bat ears (sticking up) should be regarded as standard since they are more unique. Ever since the rose-shaped ears on the French bulldog have become a negative feature and according to American Kennel Club.

4. King Edward VII Owned A French Bulldog. Edward VII and his wife were to establish a new fashion with the purchase of a newly established dog breed; the French Bulldog. Both were great dog lovers. They named there first French Bulldog Peter. Queen Alexandra also had a brindle French bat-eared bulldog, possibly out of the same litter as Peter. She named this one Paul.

 King Edward VII with Peter https://tasmaniantimes.com/2018/07/french-bulldogs-faberge-and-the-romanov-family9/ 5. Tsar Nicholas II Family Owned French Bulldogs. Prince Felix Yusupov While visiting England Felix had obtained a genuine French Bulldog. An event he described in a letter to his friend Dmitry Yannovich: “I have now a new pet, a charming little French Bull Dog, given to me by our friend Andrei. He is simply too charming with his little prick ears but does snore rather insufferably. I shall bring him with me when I return home”. Named "Punch" he was a very stylish cream / fawn French Bulldog with tulips or, perhaps possibly, bat ears. Prince Felix recounts some of his antics: One day when I was at Davies my tailor’s, a very smartly dressed old gentleman wearing a checked suit, came in. Before I could stop him, Punch rushed at him and tore a huge piece out of his trousers.

Prince Felix Yusupov Tsar Nicholas II daughter Duchess Tatiana In September 1914, Duchess Tatiana acquired French Bulldog she named Ortipo reportedly the name of Malama’s favourite horse. The Grand Duchess Tatiana communicates to her mother: Mama darling mine, forgive me about the little dog. To say the truth, when he asked should I like to have it if he gave it me, I at once said yes. You remember, I always wanted to have one and only afterwards when we came home I thought that suddenly you might not like me having one. But I really was so pleased at the idea that I forgot about everything. Please, darling angel, forgive me. Tell Papa about it. I hope he won’t have anything against it …”https://tasmaniantimes.com/2018/06/french-bulldogs-faberge-and-the-romanov-family4/

Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia with a pregnant bat eared Ortipo 6. Modern Celebrities That Own French Bulldogs Reese Witherspoon

Reese Witherspoon and Pepper, a Blue French Bulldog Michael Phelps

Michael Phelps and Boomer Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson and Hobbs. Jason Priestley

Jason Priestley and Swifty Hugh Jackman

Hugh Jackman and Dali Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga and Asia Carrie Fischer

Carrie Fischer and Garry 7. Nine Recognized Standard Colors The nine primary colors that the French Bulldog that is officially recognized by the American Kennel Club, are brindle, brindle and white, cream, fawn, fawn and white, fawn brindle, white, white and brindle, plus white and fawn. 8. They Are Not Good Swimmers. French bulldogs are not very good swimmers. Their short snout makes them angle their bodies back to try and hold their nose and mouth above the surface. With their disproportionately large heads and stumpy legs, this makes it exceedingly difficult for them to keep afloat in the water.

9. The Had Longer Tails In The Past! It's not really well known, but French Bulldogs had much longer tails in the past. Through selective breeding and influence of the Bulldog genes, the tail shortens to what we see today.

10. Actually Good Watch Dogs. French Bulldogs are outstanding when it comes to letting you realize about the existence of unexpected guests. It is their remarkable ability to feel the presence of people in your region which is hard to compete with. They're going to bark like nuts before they realize who the uninvited guests are. 11. They Like To Have A Chat. French bulldogs may not bark frequently, but they like to "speak." Using a complex series of groans, yips, or gargles, they can express the convey what they want to get across. Also, they're going to be singing along with you in-car if allowed. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0uA3m2Ao4k Singing in Car 12. Mostly Born Though Artificial Insemination.  Because of their unique dimensions, the poor Frenchies have some issues in mating. The males have a hard time reaching the females, and they also get overheated and tired as they attempt to get things moving. As a consequence, a significant majority of French bulldogs are produced by artificial insemination. Because this step makes each litter of pups more costly, it also enables breeders to test for possible problems during most of the process. Frenchies often have trouble giving birth, most of them go through having a C-section. They Fart A Lot. I Mean A Lot! Flatulence, or gassiness, is a common complaint which many French bulldogs are owners are suffering from. … Farting in French Bulldogs is commonly caused by a change of diet or anything else the dog ate that doesn't sit well with them. It can be compounded by eating their food too fast, allowing air to wind up in the bowel. The end result is not suitable for anyone. :) If you would like to read more about this affliction click on the following article. https://littlefrenchdog.com/why-do-frenchies-farts-smell-so-bad/ Read the full article