#cherry zip networks

[cherry-zip]

── °. • Tumblr Wrapped 2024 ~ *.

› thank you to @miniseokminnies for tagging me!

it has been quite the journey since i started this blog in september, but i'm very glad i started.

happy new years to everyone .ᐟ

2024 fic stats

› number of fics posted: 6 › number of fics in progress: 7 › total words published: 9,990 › total words about choi seungcheol: yes, all of the above

most popular of 2024

aisles of affection

notes: 1230 date posted: 18/10/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

2. stolen sweater

notes: 1017 date posted: 08/10/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

3. starlit rest

notes: 926 date posted: 30/11/2024 parining: choi seungcheol x reader

longest fic of 2024

kindergarten crush

word count: 3,394 date posted: 23/12/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

my favorite fic i wrote in 2024

candid memories

word count: 1,828 date posted: 18/11/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader why it's my favorite: it's one of my favourite and also the one that has the least notes which makes me sad every time i see it, it deserves more love. it's also one of the fist fic i wrote that i actually liked straight away without having the need to re-write it 5times. it's simple, it's cute and it's about love.

my favorite fics i read in 2024

there are way to many good fics out there! as i pretty much only like the fics i read, i can tell you i read over 380 of them since i joined tumblr - i love long fics and series so here's a few of the one i liked

⌁ The Great War by @amourcheol ⌁ Sapiosexual ⌁ Dark Protector by @smileysuh ⌁ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) series by @dontflailmenow ⌁ boxer! series by @cheolaholic ⌁pretty please series by @hongcherry

special mentioned to the svt hub for keeping me up until 5am to read

⌁ the gambit by @miniseokminnies ⌁ full throttle series by @diamonddaze01 ⌁ Heartbreaker Series by @hannieween

and to many many more i loved

top songs of 2024 (as told by apple music wrapped)

delusion:all - one ok rock

i hate fruits - nct dream

sexy in the air - taemin

deja vu - taemin

girls never die - triples

y si fuera ella - shinee (jonghyun)

yume yume - one ok rock

mad city - nct 127

drama - aespa

high five - wayv

goals for 2025

taemin concert

write more

write about jaemin

get started on slowly writing smut

enjoy the journey

tags

everyone tagged above (no pressure)

@tusswrites @kyeomofhearts @wooahaeproductions @cherrybr4t @wooyoungqueen @haologram .ᐟ

if you're still reading: thank you so much for all the support this part months. it has been incredible and it's just only getting started!

loves and cherries,

‧₊ ᵎᵎ "CHERRY.zip"🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

[keopihaus]

The smell of espresso and the sound of pages turning greet you as you enter the cafe. The tinkling of the bell against the door is light and musical as it shuts behind you, blocking the chill of the wind outside. Sitting around the cafe in comfortable and cushy armchairs and sofas are patrons from various backgrounds. Some are holding books while some sit with sketchbooks or tablets. Art adorns the walls not dominated by bookshelves. The entire atmosphere is overall cozy and welcoming.

KeopiHaus welcomes the following patrons to our establishment:

@whipped-for-kpop-fics @wooahaeproductions @seokgyuu @cherry-zip @haologram

@iridescentxstars @diamonddaze01 @junkissed @heart-kin @fizzybin

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[miniseokminnies]

Bennie’s 2024 Tumblr Wrapped!

thank you to @hannieween and @lovetaroandtaemin for tagging me!

it has been QUITE the year over here at miniseokminnies! i can't thank every single one of you enough for all the support on everything i create.

cheers to the new year!

2024 fic stats

number of fics posted: 11

number of fics in progress: 18

total words published: 28,803

total words about lee seokmin (lol): 10,541 (this includes unpublished l.sm works started this year)

most popular of 2024

you don't own me

notes: 927 date posted: 9/11/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

2. deserve it

notes: 830 date posted: 5/8/2024 pairing: xu minghao x reader

3. rivers and roads

notes: 813 date posted: 5/28/2024 parining: chwe hansol (vernon) x reader

longest fic of 2024

the gambit

word count: 12,554 date posted: 12/24/2024 pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

my favorite fic i wrote in 2024

through a different lens

date posted: 2/18/2024 pairing: lee seokmin (dk) x reader word count: 3,446 why it's my favorite: i wrote this fic first for valentine's day, and then it unfurled into something bigger so it became a fic for seokmin's birthday. i feel like it's one of the best examples of what i consider my writing style. i'm just really proud of this fic and that it stands among some of my biggest fics notes wise, without having smut.

my favorite fics i read in 2024

god there are so many wonderful fics i read this year but here are just some of my favorites in no particular order!

the steam series by @highvern vernon dates rockstar!reader (smau) by @xinganhao the answer series by @berryunho hang up if u want to by @ugh-yoongi the truth is out there by @seungkw1 the heart's filthy lesson by @tenelkadjowrites a yellow scarf in winter by @blossom-hwa perspective by @tomodachiii

top songs of 2024 (as told by spotify wrapped)

vay - itzy ft changbin

hush rush - lee chaeyeon

sequel - lucy

unbelievable - lucy

snooze - lucy

wife - (g)i-dle

crazy form - ateez

virtual angel - artms

farther and farther - lucy

memem - purple kiss

goals for 2025

write more!

write about lucy

be more active in the networks i belong to

have fun!

tags

everyone tagged above (no pressure)

@haologram, @cherry-zip, @gyuswhore

if you made it this far: thank you for your unwavering support. i know a lot of people say this every year but 2024 was truly one of the worst years of my entire life and just the support i receive from all of you has been one of the biggest sources of light for me this year. thank you again!

love,

bennie·˚˚·。♡

[svthub]

new members — november 2024 !

please join us in welcoming our newest batch of members to the network!

@tusswrites

@cherry-zip

@justhere4kpop

@jenoslutie

@lavnderwonu

@solstyce-ent

@uhdrienne

@jjeongddol

.∿⊹﹟next steps . . .

reblog this acceptance post

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use #svthub in your first five tags when posting

thanks for joining us! we can't wait to get to know you!

don't see your name on this list? your application may be considered for next month's batch! if it's been more than 2 months and an admin hasn't contacted you yet, feel free to reach out to us!

[brookston]

Holidays 7.1

Holidays

Al Adha (Egypt)

American Zoo Day

Armed Forces Day (Singapore)

Balloon Airmail Day

Band Holiday (Taiwan)

Battle of Gettysburg Day

Battle of the Somme Anniversary Day

Bidoof Day (Pokémon)

Bobby Bonilla Day

Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms Day

Canada Day (f.k.a. Dominion Day)

Cherokee Green Corn Ceremony

Children’s Day (Pakistan)

Clove Day (French Republic)

Communist Party of China Founding Day

Day of Humiliation Day (Canada)

Day of Officials and Civil Servants (Hungary)

Day to Celebrate All the World’s Creatures

Devotion to Duty Day

Dia del Empleado Bancario (Guatemala)

Doctors' Day (India)

Early Bird Day

Emancipation Day (Netherlands Antilles)

Engineer’s Day (Bahrain, Mexico)

Estee Lauder Day

Feast of Cranks

Fishermen’s Day (Marshall Islands)

Gurban Bayram (Azerbaijan)

Half-Year Day (China)

Holy Healers’ Day (Bulgaria)

Hong Kong Administrative Region Establishment Day

Hug A Cowboy Day (Canada)

Indiana Jones Day

Intact Day

International Architecture Day

International Joke Day

International Polychaete Day

International Reggae Day

International Tartan Day

July Morning (Bulgaria)

Kate Steinie Day

Keti Koti (a.k.a. Emancipation Day; Suriname)

Montreux Jazz Festival begins (Switzerland) [thru 7.16]

Mount Fuji Climbing Season begins (Japan)

Moving Day (Quebec)

National Baby-Led Weaning Day

National Boating Day

National Bubble Day (UK)

National Chartered Accountants Day (India)

National Day of Recognition for Registrars (UK)

National Doctors’ Day (India)

National Ducks and Wetlands Day

National Financial Freedom Day

National GSA Employee Day

National Hazard Awareness Day

National ID Your Pet Day

National Make A Difference To Children Day

National Northern Authors Day (UK)

National Pet Safety and Protection Day

National POPIA (Protection of Personal Information Act) Day (South Africa)

National Postal Workers Day

National Television Heritage Day

National T!LTed Thinkers Day

National Wrong Trousers Day

New Brunswick Province Day (Canada; 1867)

Newfoundland and Labrador Memorial Day (Canada)

Nova Scotia Province Day (Canada; 1867)

Ontario Province Day (Canada; 1867)

Prince Edward Island Province Day (Canada; 1873)

Quebec Province Day (Canada; 1867)

Ratha Yatra (Chariot Festival; India)

Republic Day (Ghana)

Resolution Renewal Day

Ra o te Ui Ariki (Cook Islands)

Second Half of the New Year Day

Sir Seretse Khama Day (Botswana)

Slurpee Days begin (7-11) [thru 7.11]

State Bank Day (India)

Territory Day (British Virgin Islands; Northern Territory, Australia)

Tour de France begins [ends 7.24]

Uncle Jackson Day (Erie, Pennsylvania)

U.S. Postage Stamp Day

Van Mahotsav begins (India) [until July 7]

Virgin Islands Day

Weasel Stomping Day [Weird Al says June 31]

White Rabbit Day

World Bronchiectasis Day

World Marine Aids to Navigation Day

World Developer Day

Your Council Day (Ireland)

Zip Code Day

Zoo Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cheez Whiz Day

Creative Ice Cream Flavor Day

Half and Half Day

International Chicken Wing Day

International Fruit Day

Madeira Day (Madeira Island, Portugal)

National Cucumber Day (Netherlands)

National Deep Fried Clams Day [also 11.1]

National Gingersnap Day

Sparkling Wine Day

Thirsty First

1st Saturday in July

Buxton Wells Dressing begins (Derbyshire, England) [1st Saturday, ends 10th day]

Fiesta de San Fermin begins (Pamplona, Spain) [1st Saturday; until 14th]

Friendship Day (Peru) [1st Saturday]

Hop A Park Day [1st Saturday]

International Cherry Pit Spitting Day [1st Saturday]

International Day of Cooperatives (UN) [1st Saturday]

International Free Hugs Day [1st Saturday]

National Corn Hole Day [1st Saturday]

National Meadows Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Virginia Diverse Business Networking First Saturday (Virginia) [1st Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

St. Pauls Carnival (Bristol, UK) [1st Saturday]

Wayne Chicken Day [1st Saturday]

World Firefly Day [1st Saturday]

Independence Days

Aenopia (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Burundi (from Belgium, 1962)

Iberia (Declared; 1969) [unrecognized]

Rwanda (from Belgium, 1962)

Somalia (from Italy and UK, 1960)

Feast Days

Aaron (Syriac Christianity)

Antonio Rosmini-Serbati (Christian; Blessed)

Any Bloody Excuse Day (Pastafarian)

Calais (a.k.a. Carilephus; Christian; Saint)

Cosmas and Damian (Eastern Catholic)

Cybar (Christian; Saint)

Day of the Mother of Volcanoes (Pagan)

Feast of the Most Precious Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ (Christian)

Felix of Como (Christian; Saint)

Gaius, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

Gal the First (Christian; Saint)

Godfrey (Positivist; Saint)

Guy Smiley (Muppetism)

Hajj season begins (UAE; Islamic)

Ilya Bolotowsky (Artology)

John the Baptist’s Octave (Christian)

Junípero Serra (Christian; Saint)

Julius and Aaron (Christian; Martyrs)

Leonorus (a.k.a. Lunaire; Christian; Saint)

Leontius of Autun (Christian; Saint)

Oh! Canada Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Oliver Plunkett (Christian; Martyr)

Rumold (Christian; Saint)

Servanus (Christian; Saint)

Simeon (a.k.a. Salus; Christian; Saint)

Skiraphoria (Cutting & Threshing Grain Festival; Ancient Greece)

Thierri, Abbot of Mont d’Hor (Christian; Saint)

Theobald (a.k.a. Thibault; Christian; Saint)

Veep (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

The Age of Innocence, by Edith Wharton (Novel; 1920)

Anatomy of a Murder (Film; 1959)

The Apple Dumpling Gang (Film; 1975)

Armageddon (Film; 1998)

Beau Bosko (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

The BFG (Film; 2016)

Big Trouble in Little China (Film; 1986)

Blonde on Blonde, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1966)

Cookie’ with the Miles Davis Quintet, by Miles Davis (Album; 1956)

Die Trying 2nd Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 1998)

Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (Animated Film; 2009)

Jambalaya (On the Bayou), by Brenda Lee (Song; 1956)

Larry Crowne (Film; 2011)

A League of Their Own (Film; 1992)

The Legend of Tarzan (Film; 2016)

The Lightning Thief, by Rick Rioirdan (Novel; 2010)

Mansfield Park, by Jane Austen (Novel; 1814) [#3]

The Message, by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five (Hip-Hop Song; 1982)

Minions: The Rise of Gru (Animated Film; 2022)

Music From Big Pink, by The Band (Album; 1968)

Naked Lunch, by William S. Burroughs (Novel; 1959)

OK Computer, by Radiohead (Album; 1997)

Old Glory (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (Novel; 1962)

Pac-Man (Video Game; 1980)

Patriot Games, by Tom Clancy (Novel; 1987)

The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde (Novel; 1890)

The Princess (Film; 2022)

Ragtime, by E.L. Doctorow (Novel; 1975)

Rock Island Line, by Lonnie Donegan (Skiffle Song; 1955)

The Sea Hawk (Film; 1940)

The Secret Life of the American Teenager (TV Series; 2008)

Stalag 17 (Film; 1953)

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy (Novel; 1891)

Terminator Genisys (Film; 2015)

Toulouse Street, by The Doobie Brothers (Album; 1972)

Tripwire, 3rd Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 1999)

Zen Arcade, by Hüsker Dü (Album; 1984)

Today’s Name Days

Aaron, Dietrich, Otto, Theobald (Austria)

Damyan, Damyana, Kozma, Kuzman (Bulgaria)

Aron, Estera, Oliver, Predrag, Šimun (Croatia)

Jaroslava (Czech Republic)

Theobaldus (Denmark)

Eha, Ehala, Hämarik (Estonia)

Aaro, Aaron (Finland)

Aaron, Esther, Goulwen, Thierry (France)

Aaron, Dietrich, Regina, Theobald (Germany)

Anargyros, Argyris, Damianos, Kosmas (Greece)

Annamária, Tihamér (Hungary)

Caio, Carolina, Ester, Teobaldo (Italy)

Imants, Ingars, Intars, Teobalds (Latvia)

Julijus, Liepa, Tautrimas, Tautrimė (Lithuania)

Ask, Embla (Norway)

Aaron, Bogusław, Halina, Klarysa, Marian, Niegosława, Teobald (Poland)

Cosma, Damian, Leontie (România)

Diana (Slovakia)

Aarón, Ester, Esther, Leonor, Oliverio, Simeón (Spain)

Aron, Mirjam (Sweden)

Aaron, Aron, Arron, Derek, Derica, Derick, Derik, Derrick, Derris, Derry, Dirk, Inga, Ingrid, Theodoric (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 182 of 2024; 183 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 26 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 14 (Geng-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 12 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 12 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 2 Lux; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 18 June 2023

Moon: 96%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 14 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Godfrey]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 11 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 11 of 31)

Calendar Changes

July (Gregorian Calendar) [Month 7 of 12]

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 7.1

Holidays

Al Adha (Egypt)

American Zoo Day

Armed Forces Day (Singapore)

Balloon Airmail Day

Band Holiday (Taiwan)

Battle of Gettysburg Day

Battle of the Somme Anniversary Day

Bidoof Day (Pokémon)

Bobby Bonilla Day

Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms Day

Canada Day (f.k.a. Dominion Day)

Cherokee Green Corn Ceremony

Children’s Day (Pakistan)

Clove Day (French Republic)

Communist Party of China Founding Day

Day of Humiliation Day (Canada)

Day of Officials and Civil Servants (Hungary)

Day to Celebrate All the World’s Creatures

Devotion to Duty Day

Dia del Empleado Bancario (Guatemala)

Doctors' Day (India)

Early Bird Day

Emancipation Day (Netherlands Antilles)

Engineer’s Day (Bahrain, Mexico)

Estee Lauder Day

Feast of Cranks

Fishermen’s Day (Marshall Islands)

Gurban Bayram (Azerbaijan)

Half-Year Day (China)

Holy Healers’ Day (Bulgaria)

Hong Kong Administrative Region Establishment Day

Hug A Cowboy Day (Canada)

Indiana Jones Day

Intact Day

International Architecture Day

International Joke Day

International Polychaete Day

International Reggae Day

International Tartan Day

July Morning (Bulgaria)

Kate Steinie Day

Keti Koti (a.k.a. Emancipation Day; Suriname)

Montreux Jazz Festival begins (Switzerland) [thru 7.16]

Mount Fuji Climbing Season begins (Japan)

Moving Day (Quebec)

National Baby-Led Weaning Day

National Boating Day

National Bubble Day (UK)

National Chartered Accountants Day (India)

National Day of Recognition for Registrars (UK)

National Doctors’ Day (India)

National Ducks and Wetlands Day

National Financial Freedom Day

National GSA Employee Day

National Hazard Awareness Day

National ID Your Pet Day

National Make A Difference To Children Day

National Northern Authors Day (UK)

National Pet Safety and Protection Day

National POPIA (Protection of Personal Information Act) Day (South Africa)

National Postal Workers Day

National Television Heritage Day

National T!LTed Thinkers Day

National Wrong Trousers Day

New Brunswick Province Day (Canada; 1867)

Newfoundland and Labrador Memorial Day (Canada)

Nova Scotia Province Day (Canada; 1867)

Ontario Province Day (Canada; 1867)

Prince Edward Island Province Day (Canada; 1873)

Quebec Province Day (Canada; 1867)

Ratha Yatra (Chariot Festival; India)

Republic Day (Ghana)

Resolution Renewal Day

Ra o te Ui Ariki (Cook Islands)

Second Half of the New Year Day

Sir Seretse Khama Day (Botswana)

Slurpee Days begin (7-11) [thru 7.11]

State Bank Day (India)

Territory Day (British Virgin Islands; Northern Territory, Australia)

Tour de France begins [ends 7.24]

Uncle Jackson Day (Erie, Pennsylvania)

U.S. Postage Stamp Day

Van Mahotsav begins (India) [until July 7]

Virgin Islands Day

Weasel Stomping Day [Weird Al says June 31]

White Rabbit Day

World Bronchiectasis Day

World Marine Aids to Navigation Day

World Developer Day

Your Council Day (Ireland)

Zip Code Day

Zoo Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cheez Whiz Day

Creative Ice Cream Flavor Day

Half and Half Day

International Chicken Wing Day

International Fruit Day

Madeira Day (Madeira Island, Portugal)

National Cucumber Day (Netherlands)

National Deep Fried Clams Day [also 11.1]

National Gingersnap Day

Sparkling Wine Day

Thirsty First

1st Saturday in July

Buxton Wells Dressing begins (Derbyshire, England) [1st Saturday, ends 10th day]

Fiesta de San Fermin begins (Pamplona, Spain) [1st Saturday; until 14th]

Friendship Day (Peru) [1st Saturday]

Hop A Park Day [1st Saturday]

International Cherry Pit Spitting Day [1st Saturday]

International Day of Cooperatives (UN) [1st Saturday]

International Free Hugs Day [1st Saturday]

National Corn Hole Day [1st Saturday]

National Meadows Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Virginia Diverse Business Networking First Saturday (Virginia) [1st Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

St. Pauls Carnival (Bristol, UK) [1st Saturday]

Wayne Chicken Day [1st Saturday]

World Firefly Day [1st Saturday]

Independence Days

Aenopia (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Burundi (from Belgium, 1962)

Iberia (Declared; 1969) [unrecognized]

Rwanda (from Belgium, 1962)

Somalia (from Italy and UK, 1960)

Feast Days

Aaron (Syriac Christianity)

Antonio Rosmini-Serbati (Christian; Blessed)

Any Bloody Excuse Day (Pastafarian)

Calais (a.k.a. Carilephus; Christian; Saint)

Cosmas and Damian (Eastern Catholic)

Cybar (Christian; Saint)

Day of the Mother of Volcanoes (Pagan)

Feast of the Most Precious Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ (Christian)

Felix of Como (Christian; Saint)

Gaius, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

Gal the First (Christian; Saint)

Godfrey (Positivist; Saint)

Guy Smiley (Muppetism)

Hajj season begins (UAE; Islamic)

Ilya Bolotowsky (Artology)

John the Baptist’s Octave (Christian)

Junípero Serra (Christian; Saint)

Julius and Aaron (Christian; Martyrs)

Leonorus (a.k.a. Lunaire; Christian; Saint)

Leontius of Autun (Christian; Saint)

Oh! Canada Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Oliver Plunkett (Christian; Martyr)

Rumold (Christian; Saint)

Servanus (Christian; Saint)

Simeon (a.k.a. Salus; Christian; Saint)

Skiraphoria (Cutting & Threshing Grain Festival; Ancient Greece)

Thierri, Abbot of Mont d’Hor (Christian; Saint)

Theobald (a.k.a. Thibault; Christian; Saint)

Veep (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

The Age of Innocence, by Edith Wharton (Novel; 1920)

Anatomy of a Murder (Film; 1959)

The Apple Dumpling Gang (Film; 1975)

Armageddon (Film; 1998)

Beau Bosko (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

The BFG (Film; 2016)

Big Trouble in Little China (Film; 1986)

Blonde on Blonde, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1966)

Cookie’ with the Miles Davis Quintet, by Miles Davis (Album; 1956)

Die Trying 2nd Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 1998)

Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (Animated Film; 2009)

Jambalaya (On the Bayou), by Brenda Lee (Song; 1956)

Larry Crowne (Film; 2011)

A League of Their Own (Film; 1992)

The Legend of Tarzan (Film; 2016)

The Lightning Thief, by Rick Rioirdan (Novel; 2010)

Mansfield Park, by Jane Austen (Novel; 1814) [#3]

The Message, by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five (Hip-Hop Song; 1982)

Minions: The Rise of Gru (Animated Film; 2022)

Music From Big Pink, by The Band (Album; 1968)

Naked Lunch, by William S. Burroughs (Novel; 1959)

OK Computer, by Radiohead (Album; 1997)

Old Glory (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (Novel; 1962)

Pac-Man (Video Game; 1980)

Patriot Games, by Tom Clancy (Novel; 1987)

The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde (Novel; 1890)

The Princess (Film; 2022)

Ragtime, by E.L. Doctorow (Novel; 1975)

Rock Island Line, by Lonnie Donegan (Skiffle Song; 1955)

The Sea Hawk (Film; 1940)

The Secret Life of the American Teenager (TV Series; 2008)

Stalag 17 (Film; 1953)

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy (Novel; 1891)

Terminator Genisys (Film; 2015)

Toulouse Street, by The Doobie Brothers (Album; 1972)

Tripwire, 3rd Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 1999)

Zen Arcade, by Hüsker Dü (Album; 1984)

Today’s Name Days

Aaron, Dietrich, Otto, Theobald (Austria)

Damyan, Damyana, Kozma, Kuzman (Bulgaria)

Aron, Estera, Oliver, Predrag, Šimun (Croatia)

Jaroslava (Czech Republic)

Theobaldus (Denmark)

Eha, Ehala, Hämarik (Estonia)

Aaro, Aaron (Finland)

Aaron, Esther, Goulwen, Thierry (France)

Aaron, Dietrich, Regina, Theobald (Germany)

Anargyros, Argyris, Damianos, Kosmas (Greece)

Annamária, Tihamér (Hungary)

Caio, Carolina, Ester, Teobaldo (Italy)

Imants, Ingars, Intars, Teobalds (Latvia)

Julijus, Liepa, Tautrimas, Tautrimė (Lithuania)

Ask, Embla (Norway)

Aaron, Bogusław, Halina, Klarysa, Marian, Niegosława, Teobald (Poland)

Cosma, Damian, Leontie (România)

Diana (Slovakia)

Aarón, Ester, Esther, Leonor, Oliverio, Simeón (Spain)

Aron, Mirjam (Sweden)

Aaron, Aron, Arron, Derek, Derica, Derick, Derik, Derrick, Derris, Derry, Dirk, Inga, Ingrid, Theodoric (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 182 of 2024; 183 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 26 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 14 (Geng-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 12 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 12 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 2 Lux; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 18 June 2023

Moon: 96%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 14 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Godfrey]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 11 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 11 of 31)

Calendar Changes

July (Gregorian Calendar) [Month 7 of 12]

[odinsblog]

By the time Cuqui Rivera had to renew her car insurance policy in December 2019, the longtime activist had only heard about some of the reasons she — a Hispanic female with a high school diploma — may pay more than her white, college-educated neighbors.

So, Rivera decided, "Let me be your guinea pig," she said. "Let's see if this is true."

She looked on the website of Liberty Mutual, the company she had been with for at least two decades, to see if it said anything about factoring education, work history and credit score into insurance rates. She said she found nothing.

Her annual policy with Liberty Mutual cost $2,997, Rivera said. She went to CURE, the West Windsor-based insurance company, and said she found the same policy for $1,188, a 60% savings.

That's because CURE is the only insurance company that doesn't factor in education, employment and credit score when determining a driver's rate, according to the advocacy group New Jersey Citizen Action.

The result of using these "income proxies" in rate-setting is a racial and class disparity that Rivera and other advocates say amounts to widespread discrimination in New Jersey — disparities that the insurance industry does not deny but insists are incidental to societal realities beyond their control.

Advocates have pressed lawmakers, as they have for more than a decade, to change the law so companies can no longer use those factors and others, such as marital status and whether a driver owns a home, to determine insurance rates.

But their mission has been unsuccessful. A bill that would exclude those factors from insurance rate-setting narrowly cleared the Senate but was not posted in the Assembly on the last day of the legislative session last week, meaning it must start the process over again.

That means drivers in mostly Black neighborhoods in cities like Paterson, heavily Latino areas like Camden and low-income towns like Lakewood will likely continue paying higher rates for car insurance than people who live nearby in mostly white, higher-income communities such as Ridgewood, Cherry Hill and Brick.

On average statewide, drivers who live in majority Black and Latino ZIP codes pay nearly 50% higher premiums than those in majority-white ZIP codes, according to the Consumer Federation of America. Drivers in mostly low-income ZIP codes pay nearly 52% higher premiums, on average, than those in high-income areas, the federation said.

"There is a disproportionate penalty levied on African Americans and Latinos," said Douglas Heller, an insurance expert with the consumer federation.

"Every day that is delayed" passing the insurance legislation, he said, "New Jersey residents with perfectly good driving records are paying too much for insurance because policymakers are afraid to stare down insurance companies."

Representatives for insurance lobbying groups in New Jersey did not respond to interview requests, but in testimony on the bill last year they denied discrimination in rate-setting.

Rates vary by race throughout NJ

Rates can vary by hundreds of dollars within one small area. Take a 4-mile stretch of mostly white towns in the Meadowlands, for example.

According to the data, the average annual rate in Carlstadt is $1,822. It's $1,707 next door in Rutherford. And in the next town over, Lyndhurst, it's $1,688.

But racial disparities are clear through New Jersey, according to a USA TODAY Network analysis of the data, which was collected in 2020 by the insurance data company Quadrant Information Services and provided by the federation.

All but one of the top 25 ZIP codes with the lowest average annual insurance premiums — about $1,071 — were mostly white, affluent suburbs concentrated in Hunterdon, Morris and Somerset counties, according to the analysis. The one ZIP code that was majority Black represented a population of 258 people across half a square mile in Bernards Township, a Somerset County town that is 68% white, according to U.S. census data.

The 25 ZIP codes with the highest average premiums — about $2,250 — were in mostly Black, low-income cities in North Jersey, including Elizabeth, Fairview, Irvington, Newark, North Bergen, Passaic and Paterson.

Here are the 10 ZIP codes in New Jersey with the lowest average annual insurance premiums and the 10 zip codes with the highest.

👉🏿 https://www.northjersey.com/story/news/new-jersey/2022/01/14/nj-car-insurance-rates-credit-score-education-race/8895572002/

[mmilkbreadd]

the colors of spring

|| Miya Atsumu ||

Prompt: “Aren't the flowers beautiful?” “Yes, but they're not quite what I'm looking at.”

Genre: florist au; fluff; kinda angst.

Word count: 1.2k

Masterlist || Network Event

Miya Atsumu was a pretty simple person. A simple gray color among the rainbow of colors that spread throughout the world. Although they normally considered his brother that way, because of his hair more than anything, Atsumu believed that the color gray was what represented him the most.

And in spring, it was where it was most prominent.

Miya Atsumu hated spring and became a completely different person during those three months that the 'horrible' season lasted: annoying, grumpy, and with a completely red nose.

He was allergic to spring. Well, flowers really. 

Could that be the reason for his simple, dark color?

So when a new flower shop was established right next to his volleyball team's training venue, MSBY Black Jackals, he thought his allergy would get worse… But maybe that wasn't entirely true after all.

The first day of spring was sunny, the birds sang, and cherry trees swayed from side to side on the sidewalk where Atsumu walked. Next to him, the colors that surrounded him, were shining, making him even smaller in his own greyness. His steps were slow and his back was arched forward. Also now and then, the sleeve of his jacket brushed his nose.

Anyone who saw him walking like that, would think he was spending a lot of time with his former teammate, Suna Rintaro; who was distinguished by having a rather particular posture. 

A few meters before reaching the entrance of the building where he had to train, someone got in his way. And then Atsumu sneezed loudly.

“Do you want a flower?” asked the figure in front of him. “It's free, I just opened this place so new clients are welcome, but for now, it's just a taste of my great pieces of art!”

Atsumu looked up after trying to stop a second sneeze with his forearm. 

'Sakusa won't want my sets now' he thought as he examined the flower that caused his major allergy.

The vibrant pink color that could be attractive to many, and that only made Atsumu want to run away (and sneeze over and over again), sat on both hands that came closer and closer to his face. A big smile was hidden behind that present, which he did not even dare to inspect, and eyes full of hope and dreams looked at every move he made.

“Sorry, but no. Thanks though,” he replied after a few seconds and continued walking. Behind him, a discouraged sigh was heard, but Miya didn't turn around. 

He hadn't even seen the face of the person who had offered him the flower; not that he was very interested in it. The thing is, that was the first time you two met, and unlike him, you memorized his face; hoping to meet him once again. He would get one of your precious flowers, whatever it took you. 

There was something about Atsumu that caught your attention. It could be from his sneeze caused by the flower. Or also that in some way, he resembled one as well.

Finally, and just as Atsumu had predicted, his teammate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, did not approach him for the entire practice.

The next day, the colors were the same. And Atsumu, gray as always. Unexpectedly, the same situation happened: a person with a flower approached him, Atsumu sneezed, apologized, and continued his way. This time, though, he looked at their face; and to his surprise, he saw a big smile. Your smile.

Even if he had rejected one of yours 'great pieces of art’ just as he had before, you wanted to show him that even when you were repudiated, you still hoped that he would accept sometime.

Atsumu was the one who memorized your face this time. You didn't look gray like him, you were pretty as a flower. Well, how a flower was supposed to be. Not just a source of allergies and a bad mood, but something beautiful that was loved by all. 

Something full of color.

'Maybe spring isn't so bad after all' thought Atsumu before sneezing for the eighth time after his second time meeting you, regretting his thought.

The whole week was the same: a gray Atsumu, a pink flower, and a big smile from you. He denied, apologized, and walked. 

As the days progressed, a smile appeared on his face, but on yours, it disappeared. Maybe he wasn't interested in your flowers after all. What you thought was just a 'game' for you to keep insisting, it might not be one. Maybe it was time to stop; although Atsumu was already planning to ask for your name. 

So today you both had different plans. For the first time Atsumu stopped his walk solo, no one had intercepted his way. Startled, he looked at the ground, where he found a small flower, very similar to the one you had offered him the previous days. 

The flower was almost destroyed. It had been stepped on several times and some petals lay beside the stem; which still remained with some of them. Its pink color looked grayish. But still broken and discolored, her beauty still existed.

“Maybe the owner dropped it?”  he asked aloud, not waiting for an answer, of course.

Atsumu panicked. It was just a simple flower, as simple as he was, so why bother? His allergy was far more important. But on the other hand, he was just a few steps from the flower shop, just a few steps from you. 

Knowing your name was more important than his allergy, right? 

Atsumu zipped up his jacket to cover his mouth and nose and then covered his hands with the sleeves. He later bent down and took the flower. Miya tried to breathe as little as possible, but as soon as he got up, he sneezed.

Atsumu watched as the flower fell from his gray hands, only to be picked up again by someone

“Poor thing, it didn't deserve this terrible fate,” you said, looking at the flower with a melancholic smile. “Of course it's not your fault though, you tried to save her from imminent death. Tragic, but imminent. I can tell that you like flowers, even if your body tries otherwise. Thank you anyway.”

Atsumu widened his eyes. Again you had stood in his way, only this time, to save the little flower even more destroyed after his sneeze.

“You don't have to thank me, I did absolutely nothing. I couldn't even lift her off the ground! ” Atsumu said, without letting his nose be uncovered.

“Oh do not worry! Even crushed and gray it's pretty, don't you think?” you asked, and then noticed that not only he was watching the one you had in your hands but all those that were in the ornaments at the entrance of the flower shop. “Well, actually, aren't the flowers beautiful? In general, I mean.”

Atsumu returned his gaze to your bright eyes, remembering your words: 'Even crushed and gray it’s pretty…’

Gray… just like him. 

When Atsumu realized it, he felt like a fool. How could have he missed it? The flower was simple and gray, just like him! But it didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful! 

It didn’t mean Atsumu wasn’t important or that he didn’t matter.

Maybe the color gray didn't feel so simple anymore.

And you were the one who made him realize that.

“The flowers…? Yes, but they're not quite what I'm looking at.”

The colors of spring were always part of Atsumu's life.

He just didn’t know that before.

[tipsycad147]

What Is a Storm Moon?

By Patti Wigington

Updated January 12, 2019

As the saying goes, March rolls in like a lion, and if we're really lucky, it might go out like a lamb. It's the time of the Storm Moon, the month when Spring finally arrives, around the time of the Equinox, and we see new life begin to spring forth. As the Wheel of the Year turns once more, heavy rains and gray skies abound — the earth is being showered with the life-giving water it needs to have a fertile and healthy growing season. This is also a time of equal parts light and darkness, and so a time of balance.

Depending on where you live, this moon may be called the Seed Moon, Lenten Moon, or Chaste Moon. Anglo-Saxons called it Hraed-monat (rugged month), or Hlyd-monat (stormy month). A stormy March was an omen of poor crops, while a dry March indicated a rich harvest.

According to the Farmer's Almanac, this month's moon is sometimes called the Full Sap Moon and the Worm Moon — and no wonder, since after a storm, there are worms all over the place!

As the temperature begins to warm and the ground begins to thaw, earthworm casts appear, heralding the return of the robins. The more northern tribes knew this Moon as the Full Crow Moon, when the cawing of crows signaled the end of winter; or the Full Crust Moon, because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees, is another variation.

As the weather can be anything but predictable, the month of March in your area might not see the same weather as other locations, because your environment depends on a number of factors. If you need to adapt March's magical correspondences to those of a different month, then feel free to do so.

Correspondences

Colors: Use green, yellow, and light purple to represent the colors of the season. This is a great time to explore magic with pastel colors.

Gemstones: Bloodstone and aquamarine are often associated with early spring, the vernal equinox, and the month of March.

Trees: Dogwood, honeysuckle, lilacs, and cherry blossoms are just beginning to bloom this time of year in many areas, so find a way to incorporate them into your workings as needed.

Gods: Work with Isis, the Morrighan, Artemis, and Cybele, all of whom are considered powerful during this time of year.

Herbs: High John, pennyroyal, wood betony, and apple blossom can often be found during this season, depending on where you live.

Element: Water is the element most closely associated with the Storm Moon — after all, it's one of the wettest time of the year, thanks to thunderstorms rolling through.

Storm Moon Magic

Use this month for magical workings related to rebirth and regrowth. New life is blooming during this phase of the moon, as is prosperity and fertility. Here are some things you can do this month and plan accordingly.

Begin planning your magical herb garden for the year. What would you like to grow? Consider whether you want specifically medicinal and healing herbs, or if you're going for a variety of magical purposes.

Are you thinking about making a change in your career? Now is the time to tidy up that resume and get it up to date. Start researching the companies you'd really like to work for and figure out what you need to do to make it happen. Make phone calls, network, send in applications, and take control of the reinvention of your career.

Got a storm rolling in? Place a jar or bucket outside so you can gather rain water for use in ritual (bonus magical points to you if it's collected during a lightning storm!).

Spring tends to be the time of year to begin thinking about going back to school in the fall — partly because for many colleges and universities, this is the season when acceptances are finalized. If you're thinking about continuing your education, get those admissions forms completed.

If you've ever thought about changing your life (haven't we all?), especially by making big changes, now is the time to plant the seeds for those efforts.

Place your magical tools outside for cleansing during the Storm Moon.

Keeping Track of the Weather

If you don't have a copy of the Farmer's Almanac, it really is worthwhile to invest in one -- they're less than $10. You can also visit their site online and see what the weather and agricultural markers are for your zip code on any given date.

https://www.learnreligions.com/storm-moon-2562395

[busybcy]

okay!!! here’s my drabble ( honestly it’s a little long ) about all three of lukes marriages. also known as luke gets divorced three times. if you read it lmk, cause honestly i had fun LFMSLKMFLKSM 

Hope Atwell -- high school sweetheart  

THE WAY THE DOOR creaked under pressure as he opened it caused his already knitted brow to tighten. fuck, that was loud. too loud for his liking, it wasn’t just the POUNDING in his head that caused him to crave silence, but also the part that should be inside. checking the watch that was flipped on his wrist for the time, he blearily noticed that it was ten AM. wherever his phone had ended up last night, the alarm must still be blaring from where he’d had it set for six. he was late, he knew that. luke had promised hope that he would be home before the sun rose, and that was only because she hadn’t wanted him to go out in the first place. the excuses that left his lips were always the same.                         it’s for networking, baby. i have to go make friends, you know? BUT IN REALITY IT had nothing to do with friends. he had plenty of those, plenty of connections. the truth was, he liked parties. he liked having fun, he always had. at first -- back in high school when hope still looked at him like he was king of the world -- the pills were just to keep him going when he felt too tired to get up in the morning. now it was a mixture of what she liked to call pills, parties and powder. he knew she had a point -- he was going a little overboard. at his rate, he’d be going down the same path as his brother. he needed to tone it down. he had to tone it down.  LISTENING TO THE SOUND his shoes made as he dropped them in the entry way, he continued his slow progression of his apartment. it was quiet, which was strange. it was welcome, but strange. typically hope was awake by this time, doing her hair or flipping on the TV to listen to while she painted. the fact that there was no sound at all, was unnerving. he wasn’t bold enough to think she was asleep, which was why when he made the corner and saw her sitting on the couch -- his heart sunk.  “hey, babe.” the rough voice called out to her, no thought in his head to simply slip past. she lifted her head to catch his eye, and he winced. she looked like she hadn’t slept. “do you know what time it is?” her gentle voice, such a contrast to him right now, called over to him. luke opened his mouth -- but the firm line of hers caused him to shut it. it wasn’t really a question.  “i’m sorry.” “you’re not.” ANOTHER WINCE LEFT LUCAS at the accusation, not because of how it made him feel but because she was right, and he hated it. he wasn’t sorry. he really wasn’t. he had fun last night. just because she didn’t know how to have fun wasn’t his problem, was it? she used to be fun, back in high school. but that also was a time before he needed a friend in the bathroom with a bag to have fun.  “can we fight about this later, hope?” he reached up and rubbed his face -- a good husband, asking to postpone the fight so he could go to sleep. “i’m tired.” THERE WAS A WHIMPER from the couch and he caught sight of the tear trickling down her cheek. his chest ached. he did care about her crying, he always had. crossing the living room quickly, he was on his knees before her -- taking her soft small hands between his and rubbing the pad of his fingers over her knuckles.  “don’t cry, don’t cry --” he whispered, feeling so much like a child at the moment. if he had been older, he might have called himself a child. he was barely twenty years old. they’d barely been married a year, and he couldn’t remember the last weekend she didn’t spend crying. “i can’t do this, lucas.” her voice cracked -- but it wasn’t just the pain in her features anymore. there was anger. she yanked her hands away from him as if he’d burned her, settling in her lap as her shoulders shook. “i won’t go out tomorrow, okay? i’ll stay home, we can watch that stup-- that movie, the one with the fish. you love that movie, right? please don’t cry, hope.” as if her words hadn’t even phased him, she said it all the time after all. that she couldn’t do this, then she’d kiss him with those soft glossy lips and he’d forget to reflect on what she said. “no!” her voice broke through the stale air, and suddenly it was heated. standing up, the hungover and partially fucked up reed before her tumbled back onto his ass out of surprise. staring up at his wife, eyes wide and still a bit blood shot -- he looked at her in all her anger.  “you always say that, it’s always that! i won’t do it this time, hope. i’ll stop, hope. i won’t take anything, hope. she’s just a friend, hope. i didn’t do anything worse this time, hope. it’s just a party hope!” her shoulders trembled as she screamed at him, and he felt so stupid staring up at her. he had no courage to speak against his small wife’s anger, and instead sat there like the lump of a husband he was.  “i can’t do this anymore!” SHE SOUNDED ALMOST hysterical as she walked away from the couch and towards the very entry way he’d just came through. part of him felt like this was going to be like every other time she stormed out. her screaming, then coming back and kissing him and telling him she was sorry. he stayed where he was, sitting on the living room floor until the sound of the door slamming and a frustrated shout from her on the outside.  HE HEARD HER CAR start and slowly laid back on the carpet. eyes falling closed, he wondered if he should have chased her. as far as he knew, there was no reason to think this fight would be different from any other -- which was why as he drifted to sleep against the floor, he thought this time in their life would be something they’d laugh about when they were thirty.  WHEN SHE CALLED HIM three days later from her parents house, after ignoring the countless times he’d tried to contact her, to tell him that she’d filed for divorce -- he looked like the biggest idiot in the world for saying he wasn’t expecting it. 

julio dean -- minivan mistake

PAUSING AS HE STARED down at the phone in his hands, he wondered exactly how he was meant to go about this. the idea of being married wasn’t something he was afraid of after hope, no if anything he wanted a NEW marriage to prove he could do it RIGHT this time. but the idea of being married to dean, that was something he . . . couldn’t wrap his head around. scrolling down through his contact list, he found the mans number and pressed call -- leaning against the side of the building. propping the phone between his shoulder and cheek, luke removed a cigarette from the pack in his back pocket and lit it up as he listened to the ring. “you’ve reached julio, how can i help you?”             for some reason, the sound of the mans voice cut into him and made him wince.  “hey, dean. it’s lucas.” “oh. hey, beautiful,” the tone of the other mans voice over the line changed to something that made luke’s voice twist into a knot. fuck, he still had NO idea how to go about this.  “yeah, so -- about that.” he decided that the best way to go about it was not to think about it. “i always knew you were a bastard, but i didn’t think you’d fuck me like this.” “i thought you liked it when i fucked you, lucas?”  LUKE’S STOMACH TURNED IN a way that made him laugh breathlessly. he scrubbed a hand over his face and took in a fresh breath to fill his lungs with courage. just say it. just say it, luke.  “why did my brother call me to tell me he was mad i got married without him?” luke wasn’t going to encourage julio anymore than he already had. “because you got married without him. rude, honestly. i thought you liked him a bit more than that, since you freaks share a face.”  “julio, the last time i saw you was four months ago. did we get married?” “yeah. janet officiated it.”  THE FLOOR FELT LIKE it fell out from under him, and he let out a pathetic sound as he shrunk down to the floor, in a crouch. the cigarette between his fingers trembled, but his eyes were stuck to the cherry at the end. the next time he got married, he wanted to do BETTER. getting married to a contact for a story he was working, a god damn con artist, was probably the STUPIDEST thing he could have done. no wonder gavin sounded so fucking angry on the phone.  “we’re fixing this. i’m not -- fuck, i don’t want to be married to you.” “that’s rude,” julio sounded a little more than pleased at the way luke’s voice shook. it made him grind his teeth. he was going to break his nose in the other direction this time. “can’t we talk about this?” “no,” was all but growled out by luke.  THERE WAS A LIGHT laugh on the other end of the phone, as well as some shifting. “alright, alright.” julio’s voice was still so full of mirth. “come meet me tonight, and we’ll work on this. honestly i thought it wasn’t valid, but i’m glad you found out from gavin.” “. . . i’ll be there around eight.” SEVEN HOURS LATER, WHEN lucas was zipping up his pants and fixing the belt around his waist -- he glanced over at julio’s sleeping form and wondered how he ended up in these types of situations. julio had agreed to the divorce, verbally at least. that was more than he thought he’d get. getting him to actually sign the papers would end up being a different matter -- but with two marriages under his belt, even the confirmation that he was SINGLE again did nothing to help luke out in his own head. 

jerome murphy -- one last shot

THE PURE EXHAUSTION HE was feeling was monumental. jet lagged and feeling like the bottom of a sludge bucket, he had no thoughts in his head past his husband. all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with him, he knew that jerome was off because luke was two days late from when he was meant to be home. he’d already called when his second flight was delayed, and even tho jerome mentioned that they needed to talk when he got home -- he had assumed it had something to do with their weeks apart.  “babe, i’m home!” luke’s voice rang out as he entered into his shared home. dropping his luggage at the door, he toed out of his shoes and continued inside. “i’m so fucking glad i got a self driving cab, traffic was backed up all the way to the . . . “  HIS VOICE TRAILED OFF as he caught sight of his husband. the large mass of a man was sitting on the couch, hands folded in his lap and kind eyes watching lucas. for a moment, luke felt like he was nineteen again and had just walked in on hope crying. but he wasn’t nineteen. he was an adult now, far past twenty. and jerome wasn’t hope. it wasn’t just the sight of him sitting there all patient, but it was what he had with him. on the coffee table there was his duffel bag, the one jerome brought with him on every report he’d ever gone on -- and an envelope. it wasn’t even just the bag ( jerome had said nothing about going away? ) or the envelope that caused his voice to cut off. it was what was sitting next to it.                                                   his wedding ring. “. . . what’s going on, jay?” luke kept the smile on his face as he searched over the older mans face. that kind expression never left his husbands face. “lucas, sit.” he moved over and patted the cushion next to him. for a second, luke wanted to argue --- he didn’t want to sit, but like a moth to the flame he slowly drifted over and took a seat next to his husband. their knees touched, and for some reason that was a comfort to him. that made him feel more safe. the wedding ring on the table was glaring at him from the corner of his eye.  “i’m sitting. what’s going on?” luke reached out, feeling like an idiot, for his husbands hand. jerome let him take it, and he held onto it -- squeezing tightly as his eyes searched his face.  “c’mon, luke,” jerome’s voice was a bit softer now. “you can’t tell me you didn’t see this coming.” HE FELT LIKE HE got shot at that. those words cut into him in a way he couldn’t explain. they were painful. but he smiled and shook his head -- brows knitting. “no, i -- what?” “i told you, remember? when we went to new york last year?” jerome sounded as if this didn’t hurt him, and luke was wracking his brain for anything his husband might had said last year. he had a good memory. he poured over the conversations in his mind, but he wasn’t fast enough for him. “we were eating dinner. the waitress asked if we were on retreat from our wives, and when we told her we were married she seemed shocked.” “because she was a homophobic brat.” “because we have no chemistry. we don’t mesh, lucas. we --” jerome pulled his hands back, and luke made a pathetic sound as he grasped at them -- unwilling to let go. but his husband continued and laid them in his lap, leaving the younger journalist’s hands empty. “we’re friends, luke. we’re friends who fuck.” “no, no.” luke shook his head and held up his hand, turning it so the gold wedding band caught the living room light. “we’re married, dumbass. we’ve been -- where is this coming from? we’ve been married for years. are you trying to tell me you --” HIS VOICE CAUGHT IN his throat as he let out an incredulous laugh. “you don’t love me anymore?” THE LOOK IN JEROME’S eyes said everything, and lucas felt cold. “i don’t think i ever was in love with you, luke. i don’t think you were ever in love with me either.” “bullshit -- i love you, jay --” “you love me, but you’re not in love with me. we barely see each other, you’re always working and so am i. we come home, eat together sometimes, make love and go back to work. we’re not in love. and, i’m getting older. so are you, lucas.” his tone sounded like a father scolding his son, and luke thought he was going to be sick. he should have taken that drink on the flight, but he’d wanted to be clean and sober when he got home to jerome. the thought that all he wanted to do was curl up against his husbands chest was still there, but now it made him feel like a sick fool.  JEROME SEEMED TO HAVE taken the lack of reply as acceptance. reaching up with those big hands, he cupped lucas’ face and pulled him in for a kiss. luke didn’t fight him on it, instead he all but melted into the taste of his lips, deepening the kiss in a way that jerome more than likely didn’t intend -- but didn’t stop. a good moment went by of their kiss, bitter by the taste of salt on luke’s end -- before jerome was pulling away.  “i’ll come back to pack up once i talk to my lawyer,” jerome spoke against his lips and luke couldn’t fight the bitter sob that broke from his chest. those hands were still on his face, and they rubbed soft circles against his cheek bones. when he opened his eyes -- he saw that kind face was tinted with a tinge of sadness.  “this is for the best, lucas.” “okay.” he sounded pathetic to his own years. why he was accepting it was beyond him, but he had never had the strength to fight with jerome as long as he knew him. the man was too kind. too sweet, and too smart. when his hands left him, his face felt so cold from the lack of heat. lucas didn’t chase him as he grabbed his duffel bag and headed for the front door. he heard the sound of him moving the luggage away from the door, before the gentle click of it closing behind him left him alone with no sound but the filter of the fish tank, and the sobs bubbling up from his own chest. 

[radicallypeachy]

[all of the numbers u want 2 answer]

ekjngrtg ok here we go

1. Wake her up with kisses lesbian or play with her hair while you wait for her to wake up lesbian

2. X files lesbian or twin peaks lesbian

3. Pit Bull lesbian or corgi lesbian

4. Sweet tooth lesbian or saturates-everything-in-hot sauce lesbian

5. Sunflower lesbian or white lily lesbian

6. Rose gold lesbian or white gold lesbian

7. Dunkin’ donuts/Starbucks lesbian or strictly local cafe lesbian

8. Sunrise lesbian or sunset lesbian

9. Emily Dickinson lesbian or maya Angelou lesbian

10. Dark sexy ball gown or cute bright ball gown lesbian BOTH

11. Strawberry lesbian or watermelon lesbian

12. High waisted shorts lesbian or loose rolled up jeans lesbian

13. 60s chic lesbian or 60s hippie lesbian

14. Band lesbian or orchestra lesbian NEITHER

15. Choir lesbian or garage band lesbian also neither

16. Twirl her around lesbian or get twirled lesbian

17. Sit com lesbian or artsy independent dramatic romance film from France lesbian

18. Bicycle lesbian or bus lesbian

19. Jelly fish lesbian or dolphin lesbian

20. Biology lesbian or physics lesbian

21. Studio Ghibli lesbian or Cartoon Network lesbian BOTH!!!!

22. Take the spider outside lesbian or scream at her to take the spider outside lesbian

23. Serena Williams lesbian or Ronda Rousey lesbian

24. Prismacolor lesbian or faber castell lesbian

25. “Campers are for the weak” lesbian or “I will die before sleeping on the ground” lesbian

26. Calling every female character they see their girlfriend lesbian or “Dana Scully isn’t your girlfriend, I am” lesbian

27. Roller skate lesbian or ice skate lesbian 

28. “Christmas carols are dumb and over played” lesbian or belting out all I want for Christmas is you at the top of their lungs lesbian

29. Buy her something lesbian or make her something lesbian both tbh :’)

30. Cherry mojitos lesbian or cherry flavored vodka lesbian

31. Write her poems lesbian or bake her cookies lesbian

32. Tummy kisses lesbian or thigh kisses lesbian

33. I’ll fight anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian or I’ll psychologically destroy anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian BOTH BOTH BOTH

34. Fall asleep in her arms lesbian or rub her back until she falls asleep in your arms lesbian

35. Floral pattern lesbian or tie dye lesbian

36. Snake lesbian or frog lesbian

37. Send her memes lesbian or “if you call me the rarest Pepe one more time I swear to god”

38. Star Wars lesbian or lord of the rings lesbian

39. Spice girls lesbian or 5th harmony lesbian

40. Pink hair lesbian or blue hair lesbian neither :P

41. Maple syrup lesbian or berry syrup lesbian

42. Vinyl lesbian or cassette lesbian neither

43. Paris lesbian or Amsterdam lesbian

44. Jazz lesbian or swing lesbian neitherrr

45. Pin stripes lesbian or plaid lesbian

46. Mini golf date lesbian or bowling date lesbian

47. D E S T R O Y her at Mario kart lesbian or let her win lesbian

48. Pullover hoodie lesbian or zip up hoodie lesbian

49. Band tshirt lesbian or fandom tshirt lesbian i cant wear tshirts its illegal

50. Love her with your entire heart lesbian or lover her with your entire soul lesbian

[cherry-zip]

── ‧₊ › Networks

Here's all the networks I am a part of:

✦ @keopihaus 's housekeeper

✦ @svthub member

✦ @thediamondlifenetwork member

other networks:

✦ jonghyunstation discord mod

✦ more but unrelated to kpop so keeping it private

‧₊ ᵎᵎ "CHERRY.zip"🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

[cherrydae]

Clandestine | 1

Series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Genre: Assassin! Baekhyun

Warnings: Violence

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: One drunken night leads to your life getting entangled with a network of assassins. You became their target, and Byun Baekhyun the shooter.

________________

“C’mon, c’mon! Pour up, Y/N!” Yejin exclaimed as you were fumbling with the lid of the soju bottle. It was you, Yejin, and Jongin, sitting in the living room of your apartment, for your monthly drink night that takes place every 2nd Friday with the aim to get absolutely drunk.

“I’m trying, you know!” You yelled back at her, the alcohol making you slur your words. You continued to fumble with the lid, but it didn’t want to budge. “Fuck!” You were about to throw the bottle against your wall, but Jongin caught your wrist before you could.

“I got this.” And with a flick of his wrist, the lid was off which meant more soju.

Not too long after, the three of you were long gone, laughing at ridiculous stories of the past.

“Listen— It’s not funny! I actually liked her!” Jongin was whining, as you and Yejin couldn’t stop laughing. “Jongin— you genuinely thought that giving her a bear mug would do the trick?” Yejin laughed even louder as she clung onto your arm, resulting in Jongin merely huffing and taking another swig from the bottle.

“You know... despite this university being supposedly for people like us… rich and all, it’s still boring. We’re so secluded from other universities! We can’t even go to their parties!” Your hands were thrown up in the air as you complained, your friends nodding in agreement.

“We should do something— something fun.” Yejin suddenly narrowed her eyes before pointing at you, her finger pressing into your cheek. “You. Miss I’m-an-incredible-hacker.”

You furrowed your brows and pointed at yourself. “Me?” Your answer made Yejin roll her eyes. “No, I’m referring to Miss Jongin.” Which resulted in him giving Yejin a light shove.

“Y/N, you should hack your way into Black Pearl and get us a free subscription on their alcohol and snacks. Wouldn’t that be fun! Right, Jongin?” The male nodded and stuck up both his thumbs.

A light scoff left you as you climbed over Yejin to grab your laptop before falling right back in your seat. “Piece of cake. Watch us bathe in champagne and pretzels!” You said with a grin before you opened up your laptop, cracking your fingers before you typed away.

Originally, you were born and raised in Seattle. But your parents decided to send you to a prestigious and private university in Seoul. They had the money, you had the brains. It was a match. And there you were, in Seoul, with your own apartment, own car, and the drive to graduate in biotechnology. That’s where you met Yejin, Jongin, and Chanyeol. It clicked right away, and you guys became a tight group of friends.

Chanyeol, unfortunately, couldn’t join the drinking night due to his working shift.

Not all 20 year olds were born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

“Y/N. You’re so slow. You suck at hacking.” Jongin murmured, causing you to narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t rush me! I don’t want to make mistakes.”

“Is that why we can’t look whenever you hack into wherever…” Yejin pursed her lips, causing you to roll your eyes at her as you continued to type away.

Soon, you noticed that you broke past the firewall. It confused you however, because liquor stores shouldn’t have such tough firewalls. But you were too far gone to think straight, obviously bathing in pride that you once again successfully hacked into another place, even when you were clearly drunk.

“Guess who’s making a breakthrough? This girl!” And your friends yelled in happiness, raising their bottles before taking a huge gulp.

Your eyes were glued to your screen once again, yet they slowly widened as you saw something very different pop up on your screen.

Black Lotus.

With furrowed eyebrows, did you delve deeper. And with regret. Suddenly, you could see a huge list of names. Some had red lines through them, others were underlined. You clicked on one of the names with a red line through them, and widened your eyes once again, feeling nausea hit you.

He was dead. There was a gaping hole right through his forehead.

The next picture was a news article speaking about this man’s death. But that wasn’t all. There was so much more. More names. More pictures. Locations. Weapons. And money. Lots of money. The numbers you saw made you gasp.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?” Jongin asked. But you didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

“Y/N? Hello? You’re paling!” Yejin snapped her fingers in front of your eyes, causing you to come back to your senses, quickly closing all tabs and slamming your laptop shut.

“I— Uh, it didn’t work. They had a second firewall I couldn’t break into. Sorry! I’m calling it a night. Goodnight!” And you quickly stood up, stumbling slightly before regaining your balance and making your way up the stairs and into your bedroom, leaving your friends confused.

You didn’t know what you just saw, and how on earth you got into their system. But god, did you wish that you didn’t.

—————————————————————

On the other side of Seoul, Minseok, the one in charge of Black Lotus, was currently furiously cursing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! How on earth did someone manage to hack into our system!” He was clearly frustrated, fingers threading through his jet black hair as he couldn’t stop walking around in his office.

“Seemingly our defense is too weak.” Baekhyun murmured with a shrug, comfortably situated in one of the armchairs.

“Shut the fuck up, Byun. This isn’t the time for your remarks. We don’t know how much they’ve seen.” Minseok quickly moved back to his desk, furiously typing away at his computer all whilst Baekhyun simply gazed at him.

“Let me guess, you’re trying to find out?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, brushing his brown locks away from his eyes.

“Do you genuinely think I can find out how much they know. I can’t get into their head— Ah. Well this is interesting. They, or should I say, she, should’ve hid her IP address.” A grin spread over Minseok’s lips as he leaned back in his seat, turning the computer towards Baekhyun which had a picture of you on it.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Currently attending Haesan university. 20 years old, and has a habit of visiting the gym every saturday evening. Byun, I have a job for you.”

“Does this one pay me well?” Baekhyun rose an eyebrow as he got up this feet, hands dusting off his pants.

“Does me not shooting your brains out count as a payment?” Minseok hissed at the male, causing him to let out a light laugh and raise his hands in defense.

“She really did piss you off. I see. How do you want me to take her out? Fast? Slow and agonising? You tell me.” Baekhyun’s fingers were playing with a small knife that he held, fingers brushing the blade before he locked eyes with the other male.

“I don’t care. Just get the job done. And you know how we work here at Black Lotus. You go in, as—”

“As silent as the black night. Take out. Vanish. I know the protocol, Minseok. Come on, I’ve been doing this job for how long now? Easy now. Am I not the one that earns us the most money?”

“Don’t get cocky, Byun. Just go.” Minseok said with a sigh, as Baekhyun merely grinned before walking out of the office and down the hallway.

“Y/N. You don’t know what’s coming.”

—————————————————————

The next day, at university, you tried your best to convince your friends that nothing was wrong. You played it off with the same excuse of the firewall, and that you left them because you felt very nauseous due to drinking too much. They didn’t buy it at first, but you continued to press that that was the truth and to just leave it be. Eventually, they agreed.

“So, anyone joining me tonight on my gym session?” You said as you and your three friends were walking towards the parking lot of the university.

“Sorry, I have another work shift tonight.. We will definitely hang out together soon! I’ll ask my boss to change my schedule next week?” Chanyeol said with a small smile. You simply nodded before turning to Yejin and Jongin.

“You see— we’re still pretty hung over from yesterday. We planned on getting some coffee and crashing at Yejin’s place. Sorry, Y/N. We’re not as sporty as you are.” Jongin wrapped his arm around your shoulders, giving you an apologetic smile.

“You guys suck as friends. I’ll go alone then. Watch me rock that summer body.” Your eyes narrowed at your friends before the four of you burst out into laughter, soon seperating to go to your own cars.

Later that evening, you decided to walk to the gym. If you were going to get sporty, then walking was that cherry on top. Once you got the gym, and stored everything in your locker, did you walk up the stairs to start your usual treadmill session for half an hour. You had your earbuds in, and were very focused on maintaining a solid breathing pattern as you ran. Yet you couldn’t shake the feeling off that someone was watching you.

After an hour or so, did you call it a day since your muscles were evidently complaining. Boxing asked a lot of effort. With a sigh, did you step out in the cool night air, zipping your coat further up as you made your way back home. That eerie feeling of earlier was still rather present. That feeling of someone watching you. You didn’t know what it was, but it made you pick up your pace.

Two streets later, and you felt very much followed. You didn’t know what was going on, but it was slowly starting to make you panic. You quickly turned the corner, nearing a busy shopping street. Yet before you could turn that very last corner, did you feel a pair of hands clutch onto your shoulders, pulling you backwards.

You were about to let out a piercing scream, but a gloved hand covered your mouth as you were pulled into a secluded alley. You were then thrown against the brick wall, the person in front of you pressing their forearm against your throat.

You couldn’t see clearly, since it was quite dim, and the person in front of you was wearing a mask and cap. The only thing that you could see were a pair of what seemed to be dark brown eyes, gazing intently at you.

“Wh—What do you want? Money? Take it—” You managed to choke out, struggling to breathe with their forearm still pressed against your throat. The person rolled their eyes and shook their head.

“Don’t worry. I have more than enough.” He murmured, his voice sounding quite smooth compared to the rough way he was pressing you against the wall. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out a sharp knife.

“Unfortunately, I’ll have to bid you farewell. Sorry, love. You shouldn’t have hacked into our system.” The male pressed the cold blade against your jaw, slowly sliding it down to your throat, leaving a cut on your jaw. Your eyes slowly widened as you realised what he was talking about, panic washing over you.

“I—I didn’t see anything! I don’t even know what Black Lotus is! Please, don’t—” You were gasping for air, as tears started to well up in your eyes.

“Assassins, sweetheart. Like I said, you shouldn’t have hacked your way into our system. Goodbye.” He pressed the blade against your throat, and you started to squirm against his grip. You didn’t want to die. There was too much left for you to do, and you didn’t want one drunken night to ruin everything. That’s when you realised something. Your legs.

You struggled even more against his grip before lifting up your foot, and kicking the male right between his legs, causing him to topple over, dropping the knife in the meantime. Once you were free from his grip, did you also fall down to the floor, gasping for air. Yet you realised you didn’t have the time for that, quickly grabbing your bag and dashing away from the male.

However, you felt a strong grip on your ankle as you tried to escape, pulling you down to the ground with a slam, causing you to groan out in pain as you landed right on your left arm and leg.

“You bitch.” The male muttered as he grabbed the knife again, quickly hovering over you and pinning you down to the ground. You continued to struggle against his grip, squirming around even more as he tried to cover your mouth once again. When his hand succeeded at covering your mouth, did you part your lips to bite down firmly onto his gloved hand, causing him to curse and pull it away from your mouth.

“You really are a tough one, aren’t you.” Yet before he could do anything else, did you let out a piercing scream.

“Someone please help me! In this alley! I’m being attacked!” You continued to scream as you struggled more and more against the male, trying to make it as difficult as possible for him to do anything with the blade. However, your struggling was soon stopped, as he firmly pinned your arms above your head, sitting with his full weight right on your abdomen. You tried to move, but to no avail.

His grip tightened on your wrists, as he kept them in place with one hand, the other reaching out for the knife once again. Tears welled up in your eyes once again as the blade came in your sight.

“Game over, love.” And you felt the cold metal press against your throat once again. But that was until you heard a voice yell.

“Hey! What’s going on here!” It seemed to be a male. Soon, his voice was followed by another male. And another male. And a woman. All stood by the opening of the alley, yelling at the man on top of you.

“Someone call the police! He’s attacking her!”

“Fuck.” You heard the male mutter. He quickly let go of you, before getting up from the ground, looking around before he clicked a rope with a hook tied to it off his belt. He threw the hook up, until it was secured on the edge of the building to your right, and quickly climbing his way up before the spectators could catch him.

And with that, he vanished.

Yet there you were, on the ground, tears still streaming down your cheeks as you slowly tried to sit up, two of the spectators walking up to you and crouching next to you.

“Miss, are you alright? My god, what happened there?” Did the woman ask, reaching her arm out for you, as she slowly helped a wincing you up. Your arm and leg hurt, and you expected to find bruises on them the next morning. You shakily lifted your fingers up to touch your bleeding jaw, wincing once again at the contact.

“I—I’m fine. Thank you for saving me. But please— don’t call the police. I’ll be fine. Please.” You shakily exhaled, looking at the two spectators with a sad smile. You had a feeling that if the police got involved, it would cause a lot more trouble. Plus, they’d find out that you’ve been hacking, and that would get you into trouble as well.

“But miss, you’re bleeding.” The man pulled out his phone, as he pointed at your jaw.

“It’s fine— Please. I’ll call someone to take me home. But please don’t call them.” You practically pleaded. The male sighed before nodding, and the woman slowly helped you stand up. You felt your legs tremble, and you had to brace yourself against the wall as you took out your phone to call Chanyeol.

You didn’t know what you got yourself into, but it wasn’t pretty. You hacked into the database of Black Lotus. An assassin network. Suddenly, you hated soju and swore to never touch it again.

a/n: aaaAAa welcome to my first ever series here on tumblr! it’s been ages since I wrote, and I decided to pick it up again. no better way than to write a baekhyun series amirite. anyways! I hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter! let me know what you think in the comments or my ask? feedback is always appreciated. I’ll update soon. :] also, a special thank you to @ilujongdae for helping me out with the moodboard!

[kendricksendrick]

fun q’s

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play with her hair aww

2. X files lesbian or twin peaks lesbian

idk

3. Pit Bull lesbian or corgi lesbian

CORGI

4. Sweet tooth lesbian or saturates-everything-in-hot sauce lesbian

oh god sweet tooth pls

5. Sunflower lesbian or white lily lesbian

sunflower

6. Rose gold lesbian or white gold lesbian

white gold

7. Dunkin’ donuts/Starbucks lesbian or strictly local cafe lesbian

dunkin boii

8. Sunrise lesbian or sunset lesbian

SUNSET bc i like sleep

9. Emily Dickinson lesbian or maya Angelou lesbian

maya angelou

10. Dark sexy ball gown or cute bright ball gown lesbian

sexy dark mysterious

11. Strawberry lesbian or watermelon lesbian

WATERMELON OMG

12. High waisted shorts lesbian or loose rolled up jeans lesbian

i only wear high aisted shorts, and also love loose rolled up jeans?? so 

13. 60s chic lesbian or 60s hippie lesbian

chic

14. Band lesbian or orchestra lesbian

band is where its at

15. Choir lesbian or garage band lesbian

choir i think..

16. Twirl her around lesbian or get twirled lesbian

i feel like i would twirl her??

17. Sit com lesbian or artsy independent dramatic romance film from France lesbian

ARTSY DRAMATIC ROMANCE FROM FRANCE omg yes

18. Bicycle lesbian or bus lesbian

dont know i still live at home

19. Jelly fish lesbian or dolphin lesbian

jelly fish

20. Biology lesbian or physics lesbian

bio duh

21. Studio Ghibli lesbian or Cartoon Network lesbian

CN Is still one of the best ever

22. Take the spider outside lesbian or scream at her to take the spider outside lesbian

id proobably say no balls and do it myself

23. Serena Williams lesbian or Ronda Rousey lesbian

serena 

24. Prismacolor lesbian or faber castell lesbian

idk my little sister uses both

25. “Campers are for the weak” lesbian or “I will die before sleeping on the ground” lesbian

uhh

26. Calling every female character they see their girlfriend lesbian or “Dana Scully isn’t your girlfriend, I am” lesbian

every girl i see is my girlfriend

27. Roller skate lesbian or ice skate lesbian

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28. “Christmas carols are dumb and over played” lesbian or belting out all I want for Christmas is you at the top of their lungs lesbian

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32. Tummy kisses lesbian or thigh kisses lesbian

thighhh

33. I’ll fight anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian or I’ll psychologically destroy anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian

fight

34. Fall asleep in her arms lesbian or rub her back until she falls asleep in your arms lesbian

fall asleep i am a seepy boi

35. Floral pattern lesbian or tie dye lesbian

floral aw

36. Snake lesbian or frog lesbian

Frogs!

37. Send her memes lesbian or “if you call me the rarest Pepe one more time I swear to god”memes always

38. Star Wars lesbian or lord of the rings lesbian

LOTR 

39. Spice girls lesbian or 5th harmony lesbian

spice girls

40. Pink hair lesbian or blue hair lesbian

blue

41. Maple syrup lesbian or berry syrup lesbian

maple duh

42. Vinyl lesbian or cassette lesbian

vinyl

43. Paris lesbian or Amsterdam lesbian

i would love to go to paris

44. Jazz lesbian or swing lesbian

swing is a type of jazz dafuq? I like those slow, really swingin nasty sounding jazz songs if you know what i mean (i play tenor and clarinet and am a slut for anthing i can solo nastily on)

45. Pin stripes lesbian or plaid lesbian

stripesss

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48. Pullover hoodie lesbian or zip up hoodie lesbian

pullov3rs

49. Band tshirt lesbian or fandom tshirt lesbian

probs band

50. Love her with your entire heart lesbian or lover her with your entire soul lesbian

soul and everything 

[hestiadyke]

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2. X files lesbian or twin peaks lesbian

3. Pit Bull lesbian or corgi lesbian

4. Sweet tooth lesbian or saturates-everything-in-hot sauce lesbian

5. Sunflower lesbian or white lily lesbian

6. Rose gold lesbian or white gold lesbian

7. Dunkin’ donuts/Starbucks lesbian or strictly local cafe lesbian

8. Sunrise lesbian or sunset lesbian

9. Emily Dickinson lesbian or maya Angelou lesbian

10. Dark sexy ball gown or cute bright ball gown lesbian

11. Strawberry lesbian or watermelon lesbian

12. High waisted shorts lesbian or loose rolled up jeans lesbian

13. 60s chic lesbian or 60s hippie lesbian

14. Band lesbian or orchestra lesbian

15. Choir lesbian or garage band lesbian

16. Twirl her around lesbian or get twirled lesbian

17. Sit com lesbian or artsy independent dramatic romance film from France lesbian

18. Bicycle lesbian or bus lesbian

19. Jelly fish lesbian or dolphin lesbian

20. Biology lesbian or physics lesbian

21. Studio Ghibli lesbian or Cartoon Network lesbian

22. Take the spider outside lesbian or scream at her to take the spider outside lesbian

23. Serena Williams lesbian or Ronda Rousey lesbian

24. Prismacolor lesbian or fiber castell lesbian

25. “Campers are for the weak” lesbian or “I will die before sleeping on the ground” lesbian

26. Calling every female character they see their girlfriend lesbian or “Dana Scully isn’t your girlfriend, I am” lesbian

27. Roller skate lesbian or ice skate lesbian

28. “Christmas carols are dumb and over played” lesbian or belting out all I want for Christmas is you at the top of their lungs lesbian

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35. Floral pattern lesbian or tie dye lesbian

36. Snake lesbian or frog lesbian

37. Send her memes lesbian or “if you call me the rarest Pepe one more time I swear to god”

38. Star Wars lesbian or lord of the rings lesbian

39. Spice girls lesbian or 5th harmony lesbian

40. Pink hair lesbian or blue hair lesbian

41. Maple syrup lesbian or berry syrup lesbian

42. Vinyl lesbian or cassette lesbian

43. Paris lesbian or Amsterdam lesbian

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46. Mini golf date lesbian or bowling date lesbian

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[ledonggcui]

Poetry Suite A Quartet of Love and Death in the Cloud

Poetry Suite

 A Quartet of Love and Death in the Cloud

 1 Cloud

 Clouds is of solitude that clutters

Around the night of Whole Darkness

Something is revealed a scar in the Fog

Weeping thorns are ambitious

They are transmitted over in the Air

Yellow wailing of peasant women showers purple

On the earth…

Ripples of lights expand

 Solitude is not a lonely piece of Cloud in holes of smiles

Not in my pants

Facial expressions stopped our Love and Pains of Shadow

Often -----------

 It appears to be the sorrow of your Childhood

Flushed and floating over the Lake of Paradise

Bouts of laughs strokes the Body

Now they are gone with the Wind and Cloud

 Sinking underneath…

 Blue rolls over

Lightening strikes by

Sallow

 Physical draught blows towards

- @ eyes

- fair plaits shine through

- pale

you have become

 Beauty in the Castle of Vampires

 Ghosts trains carry the Emptiness into our Platform

That was the twightlights of a Morning

 Don is Goo

 Closer and closer together///

This is Now

Understanding experiences of the Spaces and

Physical magnetic fields of a snail’s pace

Urgent is our Homo Sapien’s certain qualities

Tragedies yell at the yellow killing Moon.

Urgent is the telepathic trio

Shouting and screaming and hollering

Towards the Mountains of Fountain and Pines

Our intimacy spun around an endless black holy

Hole…

Your high heels are blogged

The paradise is occasional

The Tables in the house of No. 8 … …

It meant ------- being disturbed up

Inside out

Inside on

In between…

 In the cherry Blossom

- there was your lust longing

- so

- we split

The birth of Darkness we shared the Same Emotion

Smile of bitterness are the Waves of blood and flesh

The bridges has splint and sprint

Good-bye! Chives have been chopped up

Both of you in triumph and the hands that stroke through

Hills and mountains in glory, which are

Darting up up up

 Resplendence

The morning light is not on the Fence

Though when evening approaches,

K is agitated

The fire is pure until now

Occasional coincidence no more in the Front

Frame is the portraiture in the Paint

Abstracted

 i stomp into the maze of an animal-licking disaster

that is the overall impression

in the dream, desire upsets the satisfaction of a finding that

means losing someone or something or somehow for good

madness has bid us farewells for a while

publishing is recording in the dark

our sight-seeings were simulated vision synchronize

even when we were young

when we ate and shit

 fear needs not attack us, amputate us and ambush us

that is why i am looking forward to the vacuum

limbo of no-time, non-space

there will be no tortures on the other side

though that is only an image of a maze

 i enter your oval and the navel in the morning

a cave that shelter from the shower

the tangible flesh burs-ted into flames

possession is not important here

love is not important here

memory is not important here

trains of abstract thoughts wield themselves onto our vision

that is still abstract in the dim lights

a vision that is a curve becomes the cave

conceives the poetic emotion in motion

harbouring our ambiguous

rendevouz

the morning was grey

 Moments of decaying firefly is over the other side of the

Ocean

At the aft a swift jump is a

Rendevouz means that Nothing’s non-action

Common news together with the Sea Wind blows over

Let’s be romantic! Years toils and peasants coils are buried in the Earth

Only the banal rodents screech occasionally ugly

In a perverse high, there was a longing for the Amour of Vertigo and Delusion

The artificial sun-light is saturated in the Sunset

Smearing the Floats

Then on this side of the Otherness…

Cloud rolls by

   a blind leads a blind: the end of the age of innocence

 approached...

orange haze...in the distance

groan is a daze

yet the dark cloud meshes the pleasure of words

mechanically

monotonously

it is a misread dead misconception

 conceivably, boredom wrinkles

they do not snore

when you listen to the void

glaringly, you are in a trance

are we together?

 matrix array

a maze

you and me are a craze

the significance of the well in the desert of h-division

is nowhere

you turn around and see

nobody

 is it dead out there?

sublime

patterned

underneath the moan of the moon

dots of tinkles sacrifice our pleasure of inferno

with the crater of volcano

your megalithic compound is

squared

  ritual of deities - shaving

 hair grows: the longer, the slower; the shorter, the faster

white noise comes again, a mushroom cloud

let's reason the reasons

when someone is lynched

 hands, thousands of hands shout: ' name Anita Buddha

mantra thinks

image stinks

as future comes as a hole not as a whore

 then slow motion is shot backwards

yes, man and woman have a history of shaving: right NOW

- regenerate and degenerate -

by a sex metaphor

we interpret the same texts

- those talking asses

 bomb catches up with our Brahman

some say woman is cloned from an egg

no, tomb is womb, they reckon

some try to clap their hands with one hand

no reasons, no

but the ritual of shaving in both sexes, the hair

 now is a hole with a whole

intentions segment to five portraits of communist revolution

- splintered shaving heads are somewhere

the talking asses, understand?

 don't you mind that you don't have a mind but hair?

   claustrophobia 2

 god's testicles were slashed and stashed away upstairs

we are packed like sardines into a night

train travels in vain: clicking and clanking to the black and red

utopia

no, a dystopia

three monkeys were conceived in a giant leap

industrial revolution turn us into pollution

people still rant about abortion and castration

 I saw your face and I bump into a grimace

kill that dog.  It will not bark

lock up those monkeys. They will not rebel

in this animal farm, I am dragged behind

the black psychic of a schooner of some queer beer

It make the nation opening up

god is alive

 abattoir

 having acted out to kill a MP

people start to believe a 'bad trip'

constitutional wisdom is equal to black

that is white and that is black

fallen angels are being tempted by underground

propaganda, that is:

100% beef topside mince $4.49 a kilo

chicken wings $4.99 a kilo

lamb legs $4.99 a kilo

BBQ thick sausage $1.99 a kilo

lean round steak $5.99 a kilo

tender bone steak $7.99 a kilo

corned silverside $5.99 a kilo

sirloin steak $5.99 a kilo

rump steak $5.99 a kilo

scotch fillet $9.99 a kilo

 - human intestines stir-fried with a bit of red wind -

I shouted

Intellectuals are flayed

Nine peasants are roasted

As my soul is cheap in Glebe morgue

 2 Wonky

 mattress filth lies a mannequin

wonky laugh is however a phone number

Cadillac turns the other way into heaven/hell;

shoes hanging loose with laces disturbingly fragmented

supermarket shaver kissing a pair of knickers

dream represses a loft; Scared

only too used to be scared the Ugly

mind the deviant Decadence, someone thought

no conflicts, no tragedy

absurd-um and residue of genome ...

1838 J. Hogg wed and shed his romantic crime

'ruse of reason'...

all youngsters suspected and yet looked up to

their god-father

backwards toward the Self

other side is pointed by the lay-out of point-out;

just a pair of Reebok

high-tech is now and nay

simulacrum presents the House of Disturbance and Dis-Esriture

system fails and shut down: still files are in the Network

oblivion + ignorance = wonky

 Square

 skeletons are arranged in a yellow rape seeds field

retch your souls out !

growth and embrace stand still in the centre of a square

subtle reactionaries rush towards/away the deinstitution

 mimic smiles are zipped up on the slits of a bald head

fuck you ! you fucking dentist

as well as the liberty of a tooth

it can not undo the knot of a square abattoir

as crimson creeps in

  Patchy rains drops onto your

Corny lips

She is being panicked

The Trains of Memo-ria has run in the Mountains of

Fragmented Recollections of Hers

Inferiority and suicidal lying-down over the rails for the Trains

It has ascended over some Skills of hers

She has no sensible and sensitive passions

Only beastly-like

Only too soft for being purry cat

The self-doubt on the Podium of Monument is pretty vacant

Between the Red Walls the black remembrance and shade

Uphold themselves

The madness of yours and mine twirls high over the Autumn Leaves

They seem to be decadent and listless

There are diagnostics and symmetry

But sighs of Eminence

The ring bells of the Waif Waist starts to tumble and tinkle…

   Poetic weirdness is stuck into the navel of a half crescent

Pollen blows wild

A cross

Blizzard! Stunned! By your paranoid

Numbed by your endless crimson tails

I am being tickled by your Fat bums

Flicking are you in the Flame

A 3-D picture switch to a 2-dimensional flat tron

Back and forth……

That’s it

The euphoria submerged into the dust storm of

Our desert.

Yet the whirlpool of those spirals regenerate our

Very Mirage

Disturbed is the sound that drills with our twenty-one grams of Hearts

Unbearably light and low………

   In the Dark of the Hearts

 wisteria melts its colour in the snow

avanlanch is not for the maniac

I squint from the dark

I see the rattling plastic bags in the caravan

I am not sure of the Together of your hippodrome

on the other side;

is just a war memorial

a view with

an Attitude

in a radical flight

Wings grow later after the delivery

still fledgling

as that is not a farewell because

we have not met yet.

 rainbow testifies itself in the valley

as night approaches

what we need is a dialogue

under the blue winter sky

BEFORE it get ugly

Just when the cloud draws a sketch of Innocence and Indolence

In the dark of the hearts

  Sick colours are manipulated off a Space

Whiteness stabs into a concept called Love

Violence twists the Flesh of a Child

It swallows the flagrance of the Breast Myth

Milk full-cream stalks our Flirts

 Screams are sick on the Hospital beds

Screech is a dagger

Darting

Through the Room unfettered

 The yellow fluids frightens the Horse tails

Copper’s baton.whistles.pistols

Kiss’s women mop up the Red dreams

 Chaos expands

Ambiguity sink in the sands

Repressing the Hell of flirting

Space

It tells…

    Smoked lives

Nothing new will happen

Some scattered thoughts of the No.! vision from the

Atlantis is 101

Navy man smothers the young kisses of Fear

Over herself,, monitored,, is

Money substitutes of Credits and Debts is

H/er story

A strings of histories attaches to the Kite with

Five wings of rings, which is the Olympia Uprising,

Something is left and someone is reigning

Bland is the streamline of convey belt

Bitter cave of naves

Are shone in a beam

    Speaks aloud spoken

- the endless wait…

with me sitting back of the Hill

protruding into the Blackness of a swan

Estuary ~

The down-trodden and mentally disturbed youth;

Ready for a Ride into the heaven of cells of hundreds of

Years confinement with the Megalithic

Monument in the Memoria of this Lonely Planets of a

Cluster’’’

Anchored for the Karma Tantra Mundra and Yantra

It is telling something somehow in Silence

Decline and reclines of Postures are those Demons’ Dances

 Spelt under the Sky we try to tell a

Story; psychic group are weary of the

Glances of those strangers

It is hard to guess –

All is too quick for a lonely gunman

   The grim cloud destroy the angst-driven alcoholic

Only temporary

Transitory is the soft light mix a Fix of noisy Uneasiness

The hue is an happy face

The saturation is a skirt

Is our future a Dream?

A girl opposite to the Chord is expecting

The prelude which is the Impulse

Suddenly the Bats glide in the Night of Phantom of

Imperfections

I woke up

In fright I saw an Embroidery Silk Shoe

Please do not frown

The guilt has turned into the Water Organic

 Ripples is expanding in Virtuality

In Memoria, your facet is in love with the Distance?

Of a Poetic Decease that is

Vomiting the Sorrow of Longevity

Vomiting the Yesteryear’s Shadow

Plus the menstrual blood and filth

It is not the refusal of Hate

The forms and shapes of cloud on the edge of the Sky and You

Has vapoured a red stain in the Idea

I saw you are stripped naked streaking among the Walker and Talkers

In the marble cold Square

- as Shadows of ghosts are stalking you

- since the Law is slightly different to the Morality

 Then the emotional clashes mutate into the Tumour in the Brains

    The lanterns burst in flames

Up to the starry sky;

Wasted, tasted…

The memories of us, now and then

It’s only 40.41.42 and 43 years

Smothered are your constant stares of Emptiness

Smirks and sleeps of a visionary Image of destitude Mist

Are gone with the Wind

It flies high

As we swam down the tide

As it was drizzling.

    The method of slow discovery

 I did not know why before…

The only bliss

Day in and day out…

Mistresses squeal on the Industrial Debris

The Medieval Myth somewhat has wrecked itself

Into a Rubble

Crumble and tumble so far

Night in and night out

People are gossiping the Bottom Line Murder and its Compulsion…

The Doom has its end

Currently ---

We are against the Waves of Raves of indifference

We are against the meaningless freeze of Existence

We are against ---

Life is but a course of action and no-action and non-action…

They again start to brag about the Ruse of Reason and the cause-and-effect

 Trains hisses and fizzes in the Metalicaland

The invisible melody is triste of Sorrow and Pieta

Standing is the Constructed Pile Driver Machine

In far and wide footling lands in the Nightmares of Drum beats of

Cacophony

Now, the Images of a dark night has set in

Cobalt moonlight chaser the Drizzles of

Universe and the Meditation of Tranquility

 I am longing for…

 But It is only a course of certain kind

A Trip of hearts’ journey!

    The shopping spree is stronger than the Digital Desire

People are shrieking

The pollen floats over the soil of Fences

They have a running nose

The spring’s storm is a telephone buzz vanishing in the

Voltage current of the Trams

They are vocalising

We don’t need anything

As the Cat is tasting the cans from the Supermarket

 The bones downstairs connects with my Hands

There is an Entrance Door of a scene of

Resurrection

That was not a reason

Indulgence is not a justifying season

 Breathing hard…

Puffs of some cuffs

 The finger-nails of Positive and Negative are reduced to

Absurdity

Only the dialectic pierce is tender

Dancing full moon is fictitious seven strings

The chord is wonderful

However, their Fear and Threats, still…

Then we are all posing a gesture of Danger

 Life is sweet who would wish to die?

It is the raindrops hitting the Iceberg of the Antarctica

Smile is doubt

Sometimes they need calamity

Of being Calm

Fearless flames unite our Tenderness

The realistic tradition is no infinity

The transaction monetary is not telling a Story

It is but a course

   The shrunk gum of Teeth shone the Sunny craze

In the telephone rings

Sturdy shade is short

In the Sky of Sorrow

Illustrating our Rings of Survivals

The moustache and goatees don’t intent to argue with

Emptiness and Blankness

We met in between the Paranoid’s Rant, Slap-across-the-Faces and photos

Languages stresses your Rouge’n’Noir

When my field of Hearts is being irrigated

 Fallacy is a Medusa shakily drifting around and around

Our regrets are the early experiences and courses of Production

 3 Rant

 Untitled

A free-verse rant like the freckled digits of yesteryear

 The vials of your jelly, across the deck of the insidious creases

Into the hearts of your ac/dc melody

The position is upset

Down the north by south-west, that is our feet direction

While we are wasted in our heads

In the sky !

The polar magnetics attract each other as if in the

Classroom of experimental in the School

Since the steam engine and electric theories were powered

Propelled and sailed Like the dark varrukers Anarchy

Without tanks, fishes and the bullets I bitten

A belt a pistol and the graveyard’s hierarchy

The skins and records

On the turn-tables spin over since the Summer of a four

Digits

Not because we are born for the Facts of Roots

Something is pretty dry

Something is moistened

Something is deep underground,

  Thick dark hair expose your Hands of Azalea Red

Butterflies flutter the Sweet Life

Only the Past of Mountains hook up the Soul

You said, my stares are a bit sore

Your perfume is smelt like a font of Phantom

Your belongings is smelt  here  and  Now

I said something

You said,,

 Withered sunflowers project over the Earth

Is the mad woman

In elongated limps mermaids by the Sea

Shells breathe

Is proportioned to the Flirt

Rifle points to the Vagina of the Girdle

That is a Desert Scenery

In vague.,

 Woke up in the sirens of ambulance and Lullabies

The chords complete are curvaceous

Re-constructed sounds creates another 17

Discordant notes actions of Thoughts are another Praise Song

Beauty is unified and pulled

Beauty is not important here

    This is the monologue of a clown

Olympic committee is holding a conference in Sydney

Utopia has a Gang of Five and its members

The extreme confession owns a Past

Today the weather is nice, very nice

The forecast does not predict that of tomorrow

The theory is grey; the pure is takes of some film shots

Please drink the running water after you wash your hands

It is difficult to find the Water in the desert

Although the running water is bleached,

We can release ourselves in the W.C. of the cinema

The discourse of the Power represent a few Buddha statues, bodisattvas and Dories

The operas have got its tune and beat; vacant and lonely

Criterion, critic plus the footnote and commentary are superb.

Colourful environment is beneficial to the Personal Hygiene

Times has changed and men and women are equal

Aunt Guo has just opened an Auto repair Shop

The technicians are busy working

I gave the Car to the boss to relax

Step forward a bit…

Many problems can not be solved straight away

Returning to the Grassland is not impossible

Equality is always centred ; central is -

Anyhow this is a simple fact.

  Until now we chatted

There is a polluted river

Talk is cheap

Words’ goal is one.

The beast in the cage tears apart the rod

For the sake of Love and Scold

Where is the Ideal and Passion?

Lets start to mention the Fear

The smashed guitar openly announces in full mouth

This is not an unreplaced melody

Her throat was slit with a steel wire.

Gimme pleasure

  Vanishing faces of red and green

The lies on the Side

Drifting away from the Shore

Of my floating mortal coil

Snoozes in the copulation of Flesh and Death

Being here and now

Redenvouz in the Other Space

I touched your lips

The facial is gone in the Morning

Endless…

Another is the trouble of another

It is just a mistake

Blinking melancholy of Lips

Kissing the stairway to the Vain Hope

My wishes are dirt cheap

   With you, in the Square

 Heat wobbles through your swathe of Memory

Groan,purring and growl smut the Dark

Edge that eats up the 69 poses

Waves no longer imitate the mechanic

Motions

There were no Love lotion in your

Dream

night in, night out...

day by day...

Ambient embraces

Shout us a fairy tale of Floss

The nymphs swim and slither over

my Ocean

 day in, night out...

We are together longing for the throbs of

No-space

Negation of a Non-space

Serpent's colours and shapes

Still

Mark and reveal the Images

Phenomenon, which are

Simple

Heat will be with us tonight

In your square

   A Phantom in the Creek

 Ye! The Phantom  is at the arm's length

In my Spright the elf of Anna coles

Haunts the Bits and Bytes of the I.T.

A superhighway of Desires

Indolence is the 18 years old with a Top Gun

Crashed and smashed into the buffalo

Over the rocks of the Solitude

 Yes! The Phantom is looming in the masquerade

With mercy, melancholy and magarain

A tongue licks fast on the Brim

The cloud of your forlorn eyes

Emotions of a 1967 erotica

Simply twists and turns

Only a U-turn recalls the Pieta, Vanitas and Las Vagas

 Yeah! The Phantom is away on the window of the Desert

Our sorrow casts a shadow of Grimace

Over the Psyche, in the name of the Death, Poesy

Nights vapours the flies that

Sneak into our smell

Indolence is a sad washing machine

  no no no

in the trenches of the gunshot wounds

remembrance is the domestic civil war

the parade of Woman's Red Brigade march into

the catwalks of Light Blue sore

such was the dialogue of Freedom Village

 mayhem it was

 Still reek of the disfigured and burned soldiers

Piled in the Square parade

Flag sings in  the Plastic Flowers of dolls

Still aligned to the Meridian of the Zodiac for sure

Time froze till

A romp with the spectators

Is too much of a goose

Gliding into your Oblivion

 Tragedy it was

 Backward glances+flashbacks+demigod status

approximately equals the Sorrow

Of the Nuclear Mushroom cloud flirting

Yes it is true that love can not be borrowed

 Armour it was !

 no no no

in the trenches of the gunshot wounds

remembrance is the domestic civil war

the parade of Woman's Red Brigade march into

the catwalks of Light Blue sore

such was the dialogue of Freedom Village

 mayhem it was

 Still reek of the disfigured and burned soldiers

Piled in the Square parade

Flag sings in  the Plastic Flowers of dolls

Still aligned to the Meridian of the Zodiac for sure

Time froze till

A romp with the spectators

Is too much of a goose

Gliding into your Oblivion

 Tragedy it was

 Backward glances+flashbacks+demigod status

approximately equals the Sorrow

Of the Nuclear Mushroom cloud flirting

Yes it is true that love can not be borrowed

 Armour it was !

  untitled 171108

 means of engaging with human rights status quo by willingly taking over the

good intentions of neo-liberal state

it has increasingly withdrawn the focus strictly on art's content

to fill the gaps left with reasons why a number of co-ordinated donations

and freedom cultural and its destruction of its collections of

a collective concern

human rights struggles long after its occurence, its maintenance

it has been a collaboration's goal

successes thus depends on a concentrated

respects for different intents

and psyche, immersive drones of two-pieces

themselves, their own benefits

and recordings

the project really took off

what has been documented here is only scrapings

applicable to Spanish Magic and other factors

either in abundance or sadly

it zeros in on the process

not something more Spanish magic

lo-fi duo win over the sinks to heil spirits

and the missing links

rock the horse in 2008

80's might not have stood a chance

only time will tell.

 to discover the tactics is to rediscover 465 of disused railway yards

of darling harbour and the sound of Sounds

unpoliced and unregulated in a way

the textures are shared

neoliberal going there

and traction of each in the glosses

 an incredible band and a lots of bands

  You say, I say

 to pixy

 mermaids swim against

the wind in the sky

along the ocean road of pains

ages of expectation lie by your side

 slithering was your scarlet impressed

writhe-ring flowers had me arrested

waiting is a mind game

my heart sadden timid and tame

 dance dance to the bass beats

our imaginations perform best feats

wicked are those sublime fairies

submarine seewees twist my beings hairy

 wisteria creeps up your heart of walls

wedges squeeze your very angle of falls

my love cream molten away

be a smooth operator, you say

be a smooth operator, I say

  YOU vibrate to the beats of a solo act

my kunadili is risen to the

swirls of an Union

twirls of the Ruptures

surrendering the surrendered

Gaze

 I can feel your Cosmic Dance

Returned to the loop of a Resonance

Rotated to the Total Embrace of Succulence

Yieldingly

Peach-flowers have been

In bloom

In the fields of

Grace

 In the steam there is a tune

A melody swishing in the mountains of Love

Pieta and Melancholy and

Your face

 YOU vibrate to the feats of our Imagination

In this mortal coil

An act without audience

In silence

Heart against heart

Heavy pounding and thudding provoke the Providence

Of a taste

 I can not yell that I LOVE YOU

Because you are so far away in the Gaze

I can not yell that I LOVE YOU dream-lover

Because you are so close in the Glaze

 So its resonated again over again in our Cosmic

Dance of a trance

 4 Seals

 Seals of our six’n’sevens are stamped onto our vulnerable skins

Love is evolving

All we need is evoling Love

Objective in a subjunctive mood

Installed is the Object Love that circulates around

Such are your poses, your stains and pains

The florescent tubes brighten and dim the horns of the

Colourful ghosts runs

Thus, the rashes of our Spectrum rant in the Concrete Boxes

Thus, the innuendo of our Love is rejected, refused and gagged

   Smouldering is our Love

…12,13,14,15…

Smoke is far away

It is destructive no more, you say

Come on

Groan and grunt were 12 years ago

Mystery was coming

Artery I felt and your veins I witnessed

 Smouldering was the Past in present tense

Future is now and

Our futuristic worries smother a Thought

Mother tongue was arbitrary

So a spirit translates itself in the Court of Poetic Justice

After all it wasn’t a crime being a Smooth Co-ordinator

   As we approached the Fed Square not Time Square nor the Red Square,

Fifteen degree

The funny fanny wedges away like the balloons of Orlando

So I looked back and saw a Wolf; Mum is talking again to me

Wicked laughs echoed in a Six_Dimensional Seascape

So I looked back over again

Nothing but a cat was teasing, purring and tantalizing the crowd

And the Rising Cobra

Music was mesmerising around us

They were pretty clicky

Then we tried hard to be nitty-gritty

The moon would not tell us all

Only the toad in the sugar-cane field illuminated

   albatoir

 having acted out to kill a mp

people start to believe a 'bad trip'

constitutional wisdom is equal to black

that is white and that is black

fallen angels are being tempted by underground

propaganda, that is:

100% beef topside mince $4.49 a kilo

chicken wings $4.99 a kilo

lamb legs $4.99 a kilo

BBQ thick sausage $1.99 a kilo

lean round steak $5.99 a kilo

tender bone steak $7.99 a kilo

corned silverside $5.99 a kilo

sirloin steak $5.99 a kilo

rump steak $5.99 a kilo

scotch fillet $9.99 a kilo

 - human intestines stir-fried with a bit of red wine -

I shouted

Intellectuals are flayed

Nine peasants are roasted

As my soul is cheap in Glebe morgue

  Since the trumpets and trombones were blown……

 Feeling are the wings clipped as the sea-gals glide across the Y river

We went up to the balcony of the lounge

Thursday Thursday nights were the darkness of silence

After the underground had the times changed in the wind

In the names of the tainted Love

Uneasiness jumps jams and jinxes at the intersection of

A path:

Our hearts of wails remorse and wrinkles of a hidden Angst

Pumped 70 times per minute

When you rode the pony

When you were young

When we showered off the aftermath of responsibilities well-beings

And crises

 It is called…

It is called…

In the vicinity of our Brittle Dreams which are scaffolding a

Framework of the futuristic noisy tantrum

It was called as

The wind, trumpets and trombones were blown…

  I screamed into the Void

and discovered the Real you

Reflected in the constant reminder of

a longing for the Future

 Your Uranus curve girdles our special dimension

In the Cyberspace without your portraiture of a

Past

Concrete is the music

Yet the trip is beyond our Galaxy

Resonance is the sound without feelings

In the mist of our evening twilight

Here comes the rain again.

Here comes the rain again !

 In the darkness of some aesthetic of Saxophone,

Surfaces of sensualities and shapes of Danger's

Freedom looms around

We will set free again

In the wildness of some kooky memories of Spoken words spoken,

Fog of uncertainties now and then...

Being affected has no reasons at all.

  In our slumbers there once was a story

Not to be told

Your yellow smileys are coming as a grimace of

The pace of walking into the Unknown

A ghostly spectrum of mists in the early evenings

Looming in the Distance

 Smile is your face of Flowers longing for the Radiance

Oh! Something is in the way

Our experimental stares are timid

 Sonnet-Elf

 The dark cloud dissolve some entities of elves

As I fainted over and over on the ground

Why don't we dance to the wild beats ourselves

Because last night I went up there but never found

Your moon-lit face was sunken in the tainted mirth

As I've been waiting for a tantalizing kiss

Yet what I am left is dull and plain piss

Maybe you know too well the ecstasy of pains of birth

As a sprinkle of morning dew will cleanse off painted filth

Since the congealed blood scarlet evokes to my lost mind

- Loneliness of longings and belongs within it dwells

With elf, nymph and pixy flying low

Advertising something special and spectacular for sell

Love's shadow of lust tilts from toe to toe

Ah! the purple haze shrouds your beguiling souls!