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The Iranian Regime is going to execute rapper Toomaj Salehi for supporting protests of Jina Amini’s murder by the regime in his songs.

Iranian activist Elica Le Bon says, “Iranians in the diaspora picked up on the fact that the regime tends not to execute people who become known to the international community. We have seen many examples of prisoners that were either released on bail or had their sentences commuted through our “say their names to save their lives” campaign on social media, using hashtags to garner attention for their causes, and even before social media existed, through getting the stories of political prisoners to international media outlets. Once reported on, and once the eyes shift to the regime and the reality of its pending brutality, realizing that the action is not worth the repercussions, we have seen them back down and not execute. For that reason, this is part of an urgent campaign for readers to talk about Toomaj as much as you can, using the hashtag #FreeToomaj or #ToomajSalehi. Every comment makes a difference, and if we were wrong, what did we lose by trying?”

Update: Hey everyone! Toomaj Salehi’s death sentence was overturned! The most recent article I could find says he is still in jail though. Please keep sharing, because people to need to understand what’s happening. According to Amnesty International, Iran carried out 74% of the world’s executions in 2023, not including executions from China since they don’t release those numbers. The execution rate is growing higher with 67 executions in June alone, 48 of which were ethnic minorities despite all together being only 40% of the population. Their crimes are protesting the government for murdering women. Please keep sharing, because while there are many injustices happening far away that can’t be stopped by posting, the Say Their Names to Save Their Lives Movement works.

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Studio Break

Pairing: 3racha x Reader

Description: Explicit one shot set in the future of Pieces of My Heart. Jisung decides the boys need a break, and what better way to get it than using their weak spot - You.

Warnings: Voyeurism, Manhandling, Foursome (F/M/M/M), Rough Sex, Unprocted Sex, PIV Sex, Fingering, Established Relationships, Polyamory, Slight Dom/Sub

Masterlist | Pieces of My Heart

When you decided to take a nap on the couch in the studio, you weren’t surprised to wake up with Jisung resting on top of you. It was almost expected that if you hung out in the studio long enough, someone would end up needing a quick break, and the couch was the perfect place to cuddle up with one of your soulmates. You were almost tempted to go back to sleep, wrapping your arms around the rapper and letting his warmth seep into your skin.

Chan and Changbin were there too, talking softly to each other about one of the tracks they were working on. You let their voices lure you into a peaceful calm. Jisung shifted above you, letting out a small sigh, and you let your hand drag up his back and slip into his hair, softly scratching his scalp. He let out a groan, shifting his body against yours until his cheek was pressed up against your shoulder, exhale warming your collarbones.

You moved your face so you could press a kiss to his forehead, and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hmm?”

“Hi baby,” You cooed.

Your hand drifted down from his hair and to his back, rubbing small circles in between his shoulder blades. Jisung let out a stretch, his own arms pulling you closer to him. His hips shifted, pressing up against your thigh and letting you feel his morning wood. You let out a laugh as he realized at the same time that you did.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, his mouth moving to press a kiss of his own to your skin. “You’re comfy.”

“Hey, I’m not judging you. I’m flattered.”

His hands moved from your waist to press against your stomach, hand slipping under your shirt. You let out a sigh as he moved his hands softly against your skin, the warmth from his hands chasing the chills the cold studio. Changbin glanced back at the two of you.

“Well don’t you two look comfy,” He said, giving you a wink.

“It’s distracting,” Chan said, eyes still glued to his monitor. “It was cuter when you were asleep.”

“He’s just jealous,” Jisung whispered to you, his hand moving higher so he could brush his thumb against the underside of your breast. “Too busy working, never giving our girl the attention she needs.”

“Jisung.”

Chan’s voice was laced with a warning, one you had heard before. Because of your unique situation, being able to feel a sudden rush of emotions from you proved to be very distracting for him if left unchecked. Chan would never limit the others from being with you, but it was an unspoken rule that if he was doing something important, you were practically off limits. No fooling around when Chan was in a meeting, usually.

When working in the studio, Jisung followed the unspoken rules pretty well. Soft cuddles were fine, laid out on the couch with someone, or sometimes dozing on someone’s lap while they worked through a particular track. It also worked wonders on getting Chan to bed when it was late, refusing to go to bed until he did and letting the combined weight of his tiredness with your own mix together into an exhaustion even Chan couldn’t ignore.

And it helped that he had someone to wrap his arms around at night.

So normally Chan’s warning would send a clear message.

‘Not now, knock it off’.

And normally Jisung would listen. He loved to push his limits, but he respected Chan’s decisions and his work, knowing it was important. You weren’t sure what was different this time. Maybe it was because the three had been working late the past week, or the fact that the particular track they were currently working on was for a comeback that would potentially take months to come about, maybe even a year. They had time, and it wasn’t important.

Maybe Jisung had noticed what you had, the lingering frustration that Chan had been holding back. The tension in his shoulders, the stress of a bigger issue he was having a hard time communicating. Maybe he realized that the eldest member needed a break, but wasn’t willing to take one.

Either way, Jisung didn’t stop.

He lifted his head momentarily, meeting your eyes and giving you a questioning look. You bit your lip, eyes darting to Chan’s tense figure sitting across the room. Changbin had turned back around and wasn’t paying attention to either of you anymore. You turned your gaze back to Jisung and gave him a small nod.

He grinned.

His hand pulled back and he moved so that he was hovering over you, hands on either side of your face, and he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Maybe you and I should get out of here, leave these old men by themselves and go have some fun.”

Changbin spun around at that, giving you two a shocked look. “Excuse me?”

Jisung hid his smile. “Ahh, maybe not?”

“Don’t be so mean,” You played along. “Who knows, maybe they’d want to watch.”

“Yah, you two cut it out. We’re working,” Changbin complained, but the way he shifted in his seat betrayed just how much your words affected him.

“Hmm, you’re right. I guess we should give them a show then, huh?” Jisung said, pressing his hips against yours. You bit your lip to keep from moaning out.

Changbin was watching you two closely now, leaning back against his chair and pressing a finger to his lips in thought. His eyes glanced over to Chan next to him, and you followed his look. The Australian was tense, still staring at his screen as if he hadn’t heard anything that was said, but you knew that even if that was true, there was no way he wasn’t aware of what was going on. The heat that was building under your skin and the ache between your legs would have clued him in immediately.

But he didn’t say anything, didn’t even seem to be breathing as Jisung continued the slow roll of his hips against yours, muffling your moans with his heated kisses. His lips drifted down your neck, so you pressed your own hand against your mouth to prevent any noises from escaping. You were still in the JYP building, still in a public location where anybody could hear you, even though you were sure these rooms had a least some soundproofing to them.

You weren’t willing to risk it.

Changbin was staring at the two of you with hooded eyes, his arms gripping the arm rests of his chair with a tight grip. He swallowed harshly, eyes darting over to Chan as if he was unsure whether or not he should be stopping you two, even though it seemed like he didn’t want to. He must have seen something on his leader’s face because he suddenly straightened up, wide eyes meeting yours. Jisung, oblivious to what was going on, pulling back so he was kneeling on the couch, his hands pulling you up with him.

And in one swift movement, he was pulling your shirt over your head and throwing the fabric towards the desk, your shirt landing right in between both producers.

Everything was silent for a split second before the squeak of a chair rang out, Chan suddenly standing up so quickly that his chair toppled over behind him. He took of his earphones and placed them down on the desk softer than you would have expected given the way his shoulders hunched together.

He marched towards the door.

For a moment, you shared a panicked look with Jisung as Chan passed by the two of you, wondering if you had finally gone too far, pushing the leader past his breaking point.

But he stopped in front of the studio door, and instead of storming out like you were expecting, he took a deep breath. And then he locked the door.

“You want a show, Jisung. I’ll give you a show.”

You all watched with baited breaths as Chan walked towards the couch, his hand grabbing the back of Jisung’s neck with a tight grip, his other hand pushing against his chest. Jisung toppled back onto the couch from where he had been kneeling, and Chan tapped his nose.

“Don’t move.”

He turned to you then, standing next to you on the couch and meeting your wide eyed gaze with a heated look. You knew that Chan could be incredibly gentle, passionate, and patient in bed.

But the last time he had looked at you like that, you didn’t walk for a week.

His fingers curled around the front of your bra, pulling you up with a sharp tug and slipping the fabric up until your breasts were exposed. The moment you were on your feet, he moved behind you and with a quick movement, had unhooked your bra and thrown the fabric blindly in the same direction as your shirt. He gently massaged your shoulders, lips pressing to the shell of your ear.

“Take your pants off, sweetheart.”

And then he was moving back to the desk without checking to see if you would follow his instruction, your back suddenly exposed to the cold air. He picked his chair back up, spinning it around so it was facing the couch, and sitting down with his legs spread. You felt your body flush under the stares of the three men, but you did as you were told, slowly sliding your bottom off and leaving yourself exposed.

Chan’s voice was deep and laced with lust as he spoke. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Changbin is going to have some fun with our girl, and you’re going to watch. When he’s done, I’m going to have my turn, and you’re going to watch. And while both of us have our fun, you’re going to sit right there at the end of the couch, and you’re not going to say anything. You’re not going to touch yourself. And if you’re good, and you follow the rules, then maybe I’ll let you have a turn when we’re done.”

Jisung let out a whine, head hitting the back of the couch. “Fuck.”

“Do you understand?”

“Hyung-“

“Do you understand?” Chan’s voice didn’t leave any room for argument. Jisung nodded, his hands tightening to fists.

“Yes.”

“Changbin.”

At Chan’s words, you pressed your thighs together in need. All it took was one look from the eldest rapper and you were stumbling forward, letting him pull you down onto his lap once you were close enough. You kissed him softly, and he smiled against your lips when you reached for the band of his sweatpants, grabbing your wrist in his hands. You leaned back with a pout.

“Don’t tease me,” You whined.

“You’re not getting out of this, jagi. You called me old.”

“Jisung called you old! I told him not to be mean.”

“Ah, I guess that is true,” Changbin reached in between your bodies, swiping his fingers through your folds. “You’ve been a good girl, right?”

“Always,” You breathed out, hands flexing against his grip. You wanted nothing more than to touch him, but you knew that he wouldn’t let you until he was ready.

You shifted your hips so that his touch moved higher up your sex, brushing up against your clit. He clicked his tongue, and let your hands go so he could use his free hand to push your thighs wider apart. He then pressed two fingers against your opening, and with a soft whine, he pushed into your warmth.

“Fuck, Binnie.”

“Shhh, I got you.”

His fingers moved slowly back in forth, and with your now free hands you gripped Changbin’s shoulders to gain more momentum, fucking yourself on his fingers as he watched you with hooded eyes. He inserted another finger, and the pressure combined with the constant movement made you reach your high quickly.

Changbin slowed down his fingers. When you finally got your breathing under control, he stopped completely. He kept eye contact with you as he pulled out, smirking at the whine you let out before reaching up to lick his fingers.

“So needy,” He hummed.

He motioned for you to stand back up, giving him just enough space to pull his cock out before he was pulling you back into his lap, pressing a heated kiss to your lips and then your neck. You found yourself quickly riled up again, grinding down against his member. Changbin groaned, lifting you up so he could reach his hand in between you two, gribbing his length in between his hands. He lined you up against his tip, swiping it through your folds before he pressed into your entrance.

You slid down slowly, head falling back at the stretch. “Oh god.”

“Good girl, so good,” Changbin growled, pressing his lips to your chest. “So tight.”

“It feels so good,” You moaned.

He rolled his hips against yours, thrusting shallowly up into you. You heard Jisung let out a groan from behind you. As the two of you rocked together, the knot in your stomach began to grow, and you found your breathy moans getting higher in pitch as you reached your peak. Changbin let out a groan as your core fluttered around him. His hands pulled your hips down against his two more times before he was spilling into you.

“Fuck.”

You rolled your eyes to the side, where Chan was leaning forward, elbows on his knees as he watched the two of you. His pupils were blown wide, gaze focused on the place where you and Changbin were connected, lips pulled in between his teeth. You let out a moan as Changbin pulled out of you, and Chan shuddered at the sight.

 Changbin pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Your turn, Channie-Hyung.”

“You two are going to be the death of me,” You complained, standing up on shaky feet. Changbin slapped your ass as you turned around, and you shot him a look.

His cum was sliding down your thighs, and Jisung was fixated on the sight. Just like Chan, he had also been leaning forward, but his own hands were tightly pressed against the couch seat, his face flushed and eyes wide. He swallowed harshly when he met your eyes.

Chan stood up slowly, stalking towards you like a wolf walking towards their prey. Your eyes slid close when he gripped your jaw, pressing his lips hard against your own. You moaned as he suddenly pulled you up into his arms, the sudden show of strength making your core ache.

When he dropped you onto Jisung’s lap, both you and the young producer moaned. Determined to keep his hands to himself, Jisung shoved his hands under his thighs and tilted his body back away from you, but Chan just pushed until your back was pressed against his chest, giving Jisung a smirk.

“No touching Hannie,” He warned.

Chan kneeled down, pulling open your legs with his hands and motioning for you to grab the, holding yourself open for him. He pressed his tongue against your center, seemingly unbothered by Changbin’s cum that coated your pussy and inner thighs.

He moved his mouth against you slowly and sensually, bringing you close to another high, but never enough to get you there. When one of his fingers joined his tongue to circle your clit, you found yourself getting closer, but he pulled away just as you were on the edge.

You huffed out a laugh. “Oh my god, you suck.”

“Hmm, I want you cumming around my cock, sweetheart.” He pressed his tip against you, pushing in with one fell swoop. “Besides, we’re supposed to be giving Jisung a show.”

“Please-“ Jisung breathed from behind you, but he quickly buried his face into your neck to keep himself from saying anything else.

Chan let out a chuckle. “Thats two strikes baby. Better keep quiet, or you wont get a taste.”

From under you, you could feel Jisung pressing up against your lower back. When Chan pushed forward, the friction from your body created a drag against Jisung’s still closed member. You thought it was cruel, knowing Jisung was the most vocal member of the group when it came to sex, and not allowing him to make any noise while you were fucked against him.

Chan went hard and fast, thrusting into you and pushing back out with a grunt, one leg raising up to the couch and giving him enough leverage to jackhammer into you.

You couldn’t even catch your breath enough to make any noise, mouth open in silent scream as you were thrown into an orgasm so strong your body shuddered. Chan didn’t slow down, continuing to plow into your core with deliberate intensity.

“Come on baby girl, you can give me another,” He coaxed, voice wavering from the force of his thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You reached behind you, arms wrapping around Jisung’s neck as you found yourself overwhelmed from the continius pressure. “I- I can’t. Chan, it’s too much.”

“One more,” He insisted, fingers dropping down to you clit.

You squealed, the sudden touch making your body quiver from pleasure, and you found yourself once again reaching an orgasm. Chan let out a groan, climaxing along with you. He gave a few more shallow thrusts as he came inside of you, nearly collapsing on top of both your and Jisung, who was uncharacteristically quiet.

It took you a moment to recover, unable to even open your eyes until Chan started to pull away, in which you snapped your eyes open to capture the look on his face. He looked downright smug as his own cum spilled out of you and onto the fabric of Jisung’s pants. You glanced back to the man behind you, only to find Jisung biting down on his own hand to muffle his moans.

You giggled, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Poor baby, trying so hard to follow the rules,” You cooed.

“Shouldn’t have been such a brat,” Chan said, slumping down onto the couch next to you.

“Hyung, please. Can I- I did what you asked. Please,” Jisung pleaded, voice breathy with need.

Chan raised an eyebrow. “That’s not for me to decide. You should ask her.”

And then all three men looked at you. You were too sore for another round, but you could feel Jisung still pressed against you and knew that it had to be painful. You weren’t cruel enough to leave him hanging like that.

You took pity on him, slipping off his lap and to the ground below.

As you pulled Jisung’s pants down (he excitedly raised up his hips to help you), you felt a warm blanket be placed over your shoulders, and you sent Changbin a grateful look. He offered both you and Chan a bottle of water, which you took gratefully.

“Thanks,” You whispered, handing your half empty bottle to Jisung.

It didn’t take a lot to bring the rapper to the edge. You slipped him into your mouth, letting him gently thrust into you as you used your hands to caress the parts of him that didn’t fit. His gently thrusts started to get sloppy after only a minute, and you pressed one of your hands to his stomach to keep him from thrusting up too far. You pulled him out just enough until his tip was still in your mouth, and you sucked. Jisung came with a loud moan, hands tangling in your hair.

You swallowed down the bitter taste of his seed and laid your cheek against his thigh, looking up at him with a goofy smile.

“You up for another nap?”

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How To Plant Snapdragons | 13

Task Force 141, Keegan & Konig x Female Criminal!Reader

Previous Chapter / Masterlist

The wipeout of El Sin Nombre's men had been a breeze with Alejandro’s help. There wasn't one who noticed their brothers falling one by one and that was exactly what you wanted.

A whistle got in your ears and from the comms, Soap's voice echoed, “Goddamn, Bonnie, way to go.”

“Isn't she Shampoo now?” Ghost questioned, making you roll your eyes and halted on your tracks as you noticed some gallons of gasoline next to an old Porsche car. You grinned and crouched down next to it as a man stepped out from a corner.

“Call me Shampoo again and I'm calling you fucking Razor or Scrub,” you remarked, shooting a masked man in his head and catching him before he fell. You lowered him down carefully and patted his pockets, fishing out a phone from under his clothes. “Got a phone. Might get some more info from this.”

“Good thinking, Shampoo,” Ghost said through the comms and you could hear stifled chuckles from him and Soap.

“Oh, my fucking God.” You grumbled and popped the gallons open. “You two are never gonna live it down, aren't you?”

“Till we die, Shampoo,” Soap cackled, making you pull a face underneath your mask.

You crouched down behind a bush as you saw Diego inside a room, with a phone in his hand. He yelled in Spanish, cursing out as though he was a rapper.

“Found Diego,” you announced in the comms and carefully stashed a gun you found earlier in one of the rooms, before pulling out the knife you got from one of the guards you took down earlier.

“Make it quick,” Alejandro commanded in a low voice.

You nodded, albeit knowing that they wouldn't see it, and shook your head at yourself. “On it.” You watched a guard step into the room as well, taking a walk around before he turned his back behind you, and you sneaked at the back of a couch.

On your peripheral, Diego remained yelling on the phone, and you threw your knife at the guard. He slammed on the wall, making Diego turn to the sudden noise. And as quickly as he got his eyes on you, you drove your blade on his chest, wrapping your hand around his mouth to keep him quiet.

“Shhh,” you pulled your knife out and pierced him in the neck once, twice, and again, and again. “Corpses do not talk.”

His blood splattered on your face as you drew the knife from his limp body and let him fall to the floor. You ran your hands on his body and found a bulge in his pocket. You pulled out a wallet, whistling at the cards and money stashed in it, before finding your main goal.

“Acquired the key card, soldiers,” you mumbled in a small voice and flinched at the sudden noise beside you. A telephone continued to ring and you felt a twitch under your eye at the annoying ringtone. With a swipe, you cut off the chord and stepped back out of the room.

You heaved the gallons of gasoline into the room and popped one open, pouring it over Diego's body and across the room. You wince at the scent and went towards his armory, where you found a grenade launcher.

You snatched it from the wall and looked around, finding some wires long and flexible enough to be tied.

You licked your lips, winding the wire around the launcher’s trigger, and carefully placed it down on the floor. With careful steps, you padded over the door and close it, before tying the other end of the wire to the knob.

You hummed and crouched down in front of Diego. You slipped off your glove and splayed it over the puddle of his blood, before throwing it to the window. Then, you took the other gallon of gasoline with you and climbed out of the window.

You looked down and spotted two masked men, quickly shooting them down, before heaving yourself up to a higher roof than the one you're on. You carefully walked on the inclined surface and jumped down on the nearest wall, proceeding to roll on the concrete. Stashing your firearm and blade, you gazed around the place and popped open the other gallon.

You ambled around, pouring down the liquid over the path you had once walked on, where dead men lay and where they would soon be burned to ashes.

You emptied it out and tossed it over a plant. You strolled back to where you came from, towards where Alejandro stood.

You slammed the elevator’s button up beside you. You stepped inside the elevator with the Colonel and swiped the key card underneath the button. “A feast is about to start.” You turned to Alejandro with a smile under your mask. “Estás bien, hermano?”

(You good, brother?)

He nodded and reached out his fist at you. “Eres buena en esto.”

(You’re good at this.)

You bumped your fist against his with a huff and strode out as the elevator opened. With him, you rushed through the corridor, shooting down men who got in your sight, until you both found a double door. He crouched before it, motioned at you to follow him, and handed you some sort of device with a camera attached at the end.

You pushed it in the gap underneath the door and from the small monitor of the device, you watched a woman walk across the room. Valeria spoke to someone over the phone, skipping around the place repeatedly with a couple of men, who then shouted at her, calling her the name of the person on your for the mission.

You put your hand over your mouth, letting a laugh escape from your lips. Alejandro looked at you in confusion as several men voiced out their questions about your reaction as well.

“Valeria, she’s El Sin Nombre.” You pulled out the camera and handed it back to him, shooting up to your foot. But Alejandro didn’t stand up, merely gazing at the device in his hand. “What’s wrong, dude?” You fished out your gun.

He shook his head with a sigh and got up. “Nothing.” He pulled out his own gun and announced, “We’re moving in. Graves, you set?”

“Check,” Phillip simply replied.

“Ghost, Soap?” Alejandro called.

“Good.”

“Hell to the yeah.”

That was an uncanny reaction. You stared at the Colonel briefly—his response to you about Valeria and El Sin Nombre being the same person replaying in your head—before motioning your hand at the door. “After you, sir.”

“Take her alive.” He kicked the door open before you could retort at his command, but as soon as you spotted people inside, you fired.

From your peripheral, you noticed Valeria running out of a door and you couldn’t help but laugh. Chasing down people when on an infiltration mission had always been fun. Like a snake to a bird, a lion to a gazelle, a wolf to a rabbit. Like a cute little game of ‘tag, you’re it!’ that you had never been able to play as a child.

“Oh, Valeriaaa,” you sang, sprinting after her, and your giggles only got louder when she looked back at you with wide eyes, watching you remove your balaclava to reveal a grin so wide, it made your eyes turn crescent. “There is nowhere to run.”

“What the fuck—”

You shot at the concrete beneath her feet, eliciting a curse from her, and she eventually came to a stop. A helicopter came from above, thrashing everything around, and Phillip along with Ghost and Soap stepped down from the exfil.

“Shampoo!” Soap stepped towards you as Graves and Ghost pushed Valeria down on her knees and bound her wrists with cuffs.

“Oh, God.” You whacked his arms with the gun in your hand, earning a pained grunt from him. “Stop it!”

“Ugh, okay!” He rubbed his arm, but not a moment later, he patted your head. “Ye did fucking well.”

You lifted your chin up proudly. “Of course, sergeant,” you said and put your hands on the crook of your hips, before noticing Alejandro looking at Valeria from your side. And as Graves heaved her away, she glanced behind her shoulder, her eyes meeting with the Colonel.

Oh, mother. A fucking history, huh?

“Let's go!” Ghost commanded, grabbing the back of your collar while motioning at Johnny to get on the heli.

“Wa—wait!” You stood firm on your feet, eyes traveling back to the penthouse. “Something’s late.”

“What?” Ghost shouted, scanning the surroundings, but nothing seemed amiss. “What are you—”

A loud explosion came from below and fire blazed up to the roof, smoke swimming in the air, and all the boys, including Valeria, gaped at the scene.

“Okay, we good.” You grabbed the Lieutenant’s arm and pulled him into the vehicle.

“Alright.” Graves stood behind the chair where Valeria took a seat and gazed at the Colonel, gesturing a finger between both of the mexicans. “How'd you two know each other?”

“Ex-military, we served together,” the Mexican answered, glaring at the woman other than you inside the container. “Different squads, same unit, until she decided to betray us.”

“Betray is a strong word,” Valeria huffed, swinging her arm over the back of the chair and crossing her legs. “I just did what needed to be done.”

“You helped a criminal and killed him to take his position,” Alejandro glowered, his brows furrowing and contorting his features. Although it hadn't been a few days since you met him, he was one formidable man and surely could be a scary one.

You whistled, taking the spot next to the Lieutenant at the other end of the container, and crossed your arms, glancing at the man. “Easy climb to the top,” you whispered, leaning a bit closer to him and smiling.

Graves and Alejandro had begun to whisper threats in the woman's ear, but Valeria remained u bothered, keeping the smirk on her face until the Shadow put his hand on her shoulder.

“How’d you blow up her house?” Simon questioned in a low voice, which sounded more of a rumble coming from his throat, and good lord, if sounded hot as hell right now, how would he sound like on bed?

“I found some gasoline and a grenade launcher, and tied the trigger with a wire to the door’s knob, so when someone comes in, it'll blow up,” you explained, turning and looking up at him proudly.

“Clever,” he patted your shoulder.

You grinned wider. “A compliment from The Ghost, huh?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, better be proud of it.”

“But I'm curious about one thing,” Valeria said, which made you turn your attention back to the woman and meet her gaze.

Graves moved away from her and settled his eyes on you as well, seemingly already done with the interrogation and got some info.

“Which group are you from?” Valeria questioned, raking her eyes up and down your body, noting that you still had the beeping monitor on your ankle, before scanning the men inside the container. “The Shadow Company, with Alejandro or those . . .” She trailed off, thinking if she had heard something about the man in a skull mask and the mohawk, but no memory came in her mind. “Can't say for sure where they're from.”

“My affiliation is none of your business,” you said in a clear, loud voice. You didn't want her to know more about the Task Force, and you'd punch Graves and anyone outside the 141, if ever they spout a single word about them to the sicario. “But it's true I was a criminal—”

“Still is,” Graves added and leaned against the wall.

“Shut up, fuck you,” you flipped him your middle finger, before bringing your eyes back at Valeria. “Hence the monitor.”

Valeria glared at you. “I see. I know the eyes of a snake.”

You grinned and splayed your fingers on your cheek, tilting your head. “Awww, did I scare the lady of the hour?”

“You chased her up the rooftop with a fucking gun while singing her name,” Graves remarked, shaking his head. He had seen you do that before and he got to admit, even he found it frightening to have someone hunt you down with a knife in their hands while they chanted your name in the darkness of night. “Anyone would panic on that, you psycho.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, as you said it’s fucking psychological warfare!” you shouted, making the rest of the men back up from you. “It’s a battle of minds before it was physical. If you can’t make your enemies afraid of where they stand, then you shouldn’t be on the freaking battlefield!” You threw your hands up in the air. “Bloody hell!”

Soap nodded, leaning close to Ghost. “Our bonnie’s learnin’” he whispered, making Simon sigh.

“Me recuerda a mi madre cuando se enfada,” Rodolfo muttered under his breath, making Alejandro’s neck snap at his way and quickly go back to your way, finding you already looking at his soldier. Rodolfo averted his eyes as the Colonel cleared his throat.

(She reminds me of my mother when she's angry.)

“You’d make a good sicario,” Valeria commented.

You turned back to her and shrugged. “Eh, maybe, if you say so. But I like doing illegal things for the right reason, and being in a cartel can’t give me that. I’m a criminal allied with soldiers now, because of my use.”

“And if you were so good, how'd you get captured?”

“Jokes on them, I'm into cuffs and torture.” You cackled at the top of your lungs, making the team once again remember that you weren't so right in the head.

“Hey.”

You walked out of the container with the 141 as soon as Ghost pushed open the door, ignoring Graves' call. You knew what he would want to talk about, and you had no time for his nagging or threats.

“I think Graves’ calling ya,” Soap mumbled, glancing over his shoulder as you walked with him and Ghost away from the container.

“Shhh,” you whispered to the sergeant and winked at him. “Just ignore—”

“Snapdragon!”

You stopped in your tracks, brows knitting at the sudden use of a familiar name, and a groan escaped deep from your throat. “Fucking hell.” You turned to the source of the voice and found the Shadow boss marching towards you with a scowl.

“Let’s talk,” Phillip ordered, reaching out to pat your shoulder, but you ducked and rolled away, hiding behind Ghost.

“I may be into shit, but I'm not into you even though you're shit,” you remarked and clutched onto the Lt.’s vest, which he didn't seem to mind.

Soap pursed his lips and looked away, resting his hands on his hips, and sighed, successfully holding back his laughter.

Phillip rolled his eyes, stepping towards Ghost’s back, and managed to grab your arm before you could move away. “Come here!” He pulled but you tightened your grip on the Brit.

“Hell no!” you yelled, catching the attention of Alejandro and Rudy as well as their fellow special forces. “I've had enough of you!”

“Well, I am not!”

Soon enough, everyone had begun to watch Graves attempt to take you away from the lieutenant by pulling your vest, but your hold onto Ghost was solid and the man himself simply stood, perfectly unbudged, showcasing his strength to the rest of the soldiers.

Alejandro and Rodolfo walked and stood beside the other members of the 141 to watch the spectacle closer.

“This is like watching a drama where her ex keeps on wanting to get her back but she already found herself another man,” Rodolfo commented, which got the other two to snort.

“A Soap Opera, you mean?” Alejandro suggested, eliciting a laugh from Soap and Rudy.

Next Chapter / Archive of Our Own

Taglist: @yyiikes , @the-faceless-bride , @cassiecasluciluce , @annoyingstrawberryballoon @unicorngirly1, @thriving-n-jiving, @squidalapobre, @tallicaside @eustassh

[just-a-ghost00]

Celeb series : what do you and your bias have in common ?

Pick one of the following emojis : 1🦋 2🌷 3🌈 Warning : this reading might be triggering.

Group 1 🦋 Like a butterfly ~

3 of swords, the Empress, 9 of pentacles, 8 of cups, 4 of pentacles

You and your bias might have both struggled with depression, anxiety and such. You both know the feeling of being alone no matter how much you try, no matter how kind you are to others. The feeling of not being recognized for who you are, not feeling like you belong on this Earth. You are both very independant people that strive to feel good in their own shoes and find people that match their vibe. You just want to be you and not be judged for that. You may both have had to cut ties with things and people because you didn't feel valued or supported enough in those situations. You both had your heart broken by people whom you trusted, people that were close to you and pretended they loved you. You both are succesful when it comes to your career but your love life isn't doing well. You are both very beautiful/handsome. You both tend to be lone wolves and have a hard time connecting with people. You may both be introvert types. Your past has lead both of you to hide your vulnerabilities and sensitivity to protect yourselves. Both of you are very private people, you don't share a lot of information about your life. You don't share your resources or ideas, your time and energy because you know people tend to abuse you if you do. You may both be a bit possessive and/or jealous. You have a hard time trusting people but once you do you have a hard time letting go. You easily get attached which is why you keep your guards up most of the time. Both of you fear rejection and intimacy.

Group 2 🌷 Hey you wanna come in?

9 of swords, page of swords, Temperance, 6 of swords, ace of wands

You are very passionate people. Your minds are sharp. So sharp that they tend to hurt you more than they help. Both of you are overthinkers. Both of you may have struggled with mental health issues. Both of you have a very vivid imagination. Your minds tend to go all over the place and shift from one idea to the next effortlessly. You are the type of people that loves to chat with others, that always has a smart comment in store, a little joke, a witty word play. You love studying, you love creating. You constantly need to be doing something otherwise your mind gets the best of you. Both of you are restless and have a hard time settling down. It's like you're constantly in flight or fight mode. You both are bold and also a bit rash in making decisions. You may be impulsive and have a hard time dealing with frustration or anger. Maybe you struggle with things such as ADHD. Both of you aspire for peace and quiet. Both of you like to be mentally stimulated and challenged. Both of you love to have fun without having to worry about the consequences. You may both have grown up in a strict household and now you are freeing yourself from the restraints that were put on you, which explains the reckless energy I am getting from this group. Both of you strive for freedom and excitement. Both of you can be pretty horny lmao I wouldn't be surprised if your bias was a rapper. I'm getting ambivert vibes from this group.

Group 3 🌈 Topline !

10 of swords, King of pentacles, Hierophant, 10 of wands, 5 of cups

You and your bias have a lot on your plate that you tend to keep hidden. You repress your emotions to protect others. Both of you may hold an important position and have to deal with a lot of responsibilities. Both of you are very faithful people. You may both believe in God or at least a higher power being responsible of this Universe. I'm getting burnout energy from this group. Both of you are so exhausted that you don't even have the energy to care anymore. You just do your job and do your best not to collapse. It is hard for both of you to enjoy what you are doing because you have overextended yourself so much so that you don't have much left to give. Both of you are very ambitious people, people of principles and rules that want things in life to be fair for everyone. Justice matters a lot to you. Faithfulness matters a lot to you. You tend to be very harsh on yourself. You expect a lot from others and often times end up being disappointed. You have a hard time getting along with people because of that. It takes a lot to understand you but it also takes a lot for you to understand people. Societal constructs and cues may not be your thing. You may be used to being alone so much so that being with others is a nightmare. I'm picking up on single parents, single children, people that were separated from their family at a very young age. You are very succesful in life which came with a lot of sacrifices and you would never let anyone ruin that. You take a lot of pride in who you became, no matter how much of a mess your life may be, because you know what it took you to get their and how much worse it could have been. Your bias is in a similar energy and mindset. Both of you have a good heart and are absolutely amazing people but I feel like life and people have turned you sour.

[pinkslipxox]

Hey girl heyyyy

Can I please request angst with Miko where she & reader have been dating lowkey for a couple years, but when Mari & Mauro notice that they've been closer than ever & ask them if they're dating Miko denies it 😫 so then they have a huge fight and reader suggests breaking up and she leaves, then later sees that Miko posted a photo dump announcing their relationship 🥹

Hola my love!!! Eeek yes ofc! Hope u like it ❤️

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Miko’s hand rests on your thigh as she drives expertly through the streets of San Juan. You smile at her and bring her tattooed hand up to your lips, kissing it. It has been yet another eventful yet exciting week for Miko, and today is finally being spent as a much-needed day off. As far as professional affairs go, this week was also special for you and Miko. Just yesterday, you and Miko celebrated your third anniversary, and either of you couldn’t be happier.

You and Miko met one fateful day when you decided on getting your first tattoo. Miko happened to be your tattoo artist. There was something about her that drew you to her, and you were more than happy when she asked you out on a date after your session was done. Since then, it’s been quite the ride for the two of you, especially with Miko’s rising career as a rapper.

As Miko began to gain more recognition, it was a mutual decision for the two of you to date under the table. You are quite proud at how you and Miko have kept your relationship lowkey for as long as you have. Yes, there have been some times where it got difficult, but neither of you would change what you have for the world.

The only ones who know about you two are the sheets you both sleep on, guarded by the four walls of your home, away from the lights and the flashes. Especially from the scrutiny and drama. Just the way you two like it.

The way you two want it to be.

“Ya llegamos, mi amor,” Miko hums as she pulls up to the restaurant’s parking lot.

You two are meeting Mari and Mauro for dinner. You’ve met them through Miko, and have since formed a great relationship with both of them. Neither of them know about your relationship with Miko, either, despite their close friendship with your girlfriend. So far, you two have done a good job at just playing yourselves off as friends— if you do say so yourself.

Miko parks the car and you unbuckle your seat belt. Just as you’re about to open the door and head out, Miko stops you. The moment you turn your head to ask her what’s wrong, her lips clash onto yours in a passionate kiss. You feel Miko’s teeth lightly graze over your bottom lip before she gently takes it in between them, the light pressure sending a warmth throughout your body, and you sigh blissfully.

“Miko…” you half-moan, half-giggle as your girlfriend plants kisses to your neck. You feel her smirk against your skin.

“Que tal si hacemos un quickie, mi amor?” Miko murmurs, her voice thick with desire as her hand moves higher up your thigh.

You whimper. “We had one just before we left.”

“Y? Sabes muy bien que no puedo resistirte, Y/N,” your girlfriend purrs, your eyes fluttering closed as her fingers massage slow, teasing circles along your inner thigh. “Vamos, mami.”

“After,” you compromise, reluctantly, remembering where you are and why you’re there. “We can’t keep Mari and Mauro waiting.”

Miko whines, hiding her face in the crook of your neck, planting a kiss there. “Fine.” She then adds with a smirk, “Looks like you’re gonna be my dessert tonight.”

With a dramatic gasp, you smack her arm and she laughs. She then guides you a quick peck before helping you out of the car. You go to hold her hand, but then you stop yourself. One simple display of PDA is all it takes for the two of you to be on TMZ. God, how you wish you can hold her hand, wrap your arms around her, kiss her lips without a care in the world.

Noticing your slight change of demeanor, Miko gives you a soft smile. When you two are alone, Miko is constantly showering you in affection. It’s just as hard for her as it is for you.

Upon entering the restaurant, Miko informs the host that you two are joining two others at a table, and the two of you are led to where Mari and Mauro are sitting. The siblings greet you two with warm hugs and smiles. You love spending time with Mari and Mauro. Their company always leaves you in good spirits.

“Ustedes estaban esperando mucho?” you ask as you get comfortable in your seat.

“Apenas llegamos, tranquila,” Mauro reassures you with a smile. “Ustedes cómo están?”

“Bien de bien. Just hanging out,” Miko replies smoothly, sending you a playful wink. “Y ustedes?”

“Just hanging out like you guys,” Mari chuckles as she takes a sip of her drink. She then says in a teasing manner to you, “You gotta stop taking my spot as Vicky’s best friend, Y/N.”

Oh, if only if she knew.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Oh, Mari, I couldn’t replace you even if I tried.”

As the conversation flows between the four of you, you can’t help but slide your hand onto Miko’s under the table, who welcomes your affection by intwining her fingers with yours. Her thumb rubs comfortingly over the back of your hand, the simple gesture making your heart flutter. What you would give to rest your head on her shoulder and feel her soft lips press on your forehead…

All of the sudden, Miko gently nudges you, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Y/N, Mari te habla,” she says softly with an edge of concern evident in her voice.

“Sorry… what did you say, Mari?” you ask, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Te pregunté si vas a querer compartir un appetizer con nosotros,” Mari says as she and the waiter you didn’t realize that’s staring at you exceptantly.

“Oh… sí, me encantaría,” you reply with a smile. With a nod, the waiter writes down the order and hurries off. Out of the corner of your eye, you can Miko looking at you with a worried look on her face, and you give her a small smile in reassurance.

“Vicky… Y/N…” Mari looks at Miko and then at you. She knots her eyebrows, her eyes calculating and curious, as if she is contemplating something. You can’t help but shift awkwardly in her chair.

“Que pasa?” you try to sound as calm as possible. Mari opens her mouth to say something but for a moment, she seems to hesitate before closing her mouth. She then sits straighter, and you squeeze Miko’s hand.

“Está bien si las hago una pregunta?” Mari finally asks after what it felt like an eternity of silence.

Miko shrugs nonchalantly. “Dale, nena.”

“Are you two dating?” Mari’s question slips out without hesitation.

You hold your breath.

“Acho! Que tipo de pregunta es esa, nena?” Mauro chides after he recovers from choking on his drink.

“I’m just asking,” Mari protests, swatting Mauro’s chest. She then draws her attention back to the two of you. “Entonces… están dating, sí o no?”

“No, Mari, we’re not dating,” Miko replies, looking at her best friend in the eye, and your heart sinks at her response. “Why would you ask that?”

“Es porque siempre están juntas. Y… no sé… ustedes parecen estar mas unidas que nunca.” She then adds, “And I’m not just talking about how you two are currently sitting either.”

“Ay, Mari,” Miko laughs with a shake of her head. And at that moment, she hand slips away from yours. “Nosotras solo somos buenas amigas, nada más. Verdad, Y/N?”

“Sí,” is all you can say with a forced smile as it takes everything in you to hold in the tears threatening to fall down your face.

“Bueno…” Mari shrugs her shoulders. “If you say so.”

Miko’s words echo in your ears. You don’t what hurt you more— the fact that she denied you to were dating right in front of you or how casually she handled the situation. During the rest of the time in the restaurant, you are mostly silent, nodding your head or forcing a smile to ensure everyone that you are listening to whatever they were taking about, but inside you feel as if you’ve been punched in the gut.

During the drive home, you do not speak or even look at Miko. Instead, you gaze out into the window, your hurt reflection staring back at you as you bite your lip, preventing yourself from crying. Sometime during the ride home, Miko tries to grab hold of you hand, but you move it away before she can touch you. The moment Miko parks inside the garage, you practically scramble out of the car and nearly slam the door behind you. You step inside your shared home, your chest tightening and your heart beating against your chest as you feel as if you’re about to crumble at any second.

“Y/N…” Miko’s voice pierced through the silence. Her tone soft and cautious. “Estás bien, mi amor?”

And you snap.

“Of course I’m okay! Porque preguntas, amiga?” you shout, your voice echoing through the living room as the tears you’ve been holding back stream down your face, and Miko’s face twists in realization and shock, her eyes full of regret.

“Y/N, por favor, I didn’t mean to—“

“Why didn’t you say the truth about us?!” you demand, taking a step back when she tries to touch you. Pain flashes on Miko’s features.

“I wasn’t thinking, I swear!” She then pauses, her expression changing from hurt to anger. “Espera, don’t put this all on me! Why didn’t you say anything about us, Y/N?”

“I didn’t think you wanted me to say anything! I thought if any of us was going to tell Mari and Mauro, it was going to be you!” you defend yourself, pointing an empathetic finger at Miko.

“Ay, coño, Y/N, tú siempre esperas a que yo dé el primer paso en cualquier cosa. No me hubiera importado si les hubieras dicho algo!” Miko nearly growls, throwing her hands up in frustration.

You groan, rubbing your temples. “That’s not the point, I thought we were on the same page about this!”

“We are! I just messed up! I’m sorry!” Miko protests and you huff.

“Im tired of hiding! I fucking hate lying to everyone about us!” you sob as more tears begin to roll down your cheeks. You don’t even bother to wipe them off. “This doesn’t feel like a relationship!”

“Then what do you want us to do, Y/N?!” Miko scoffs, her voice cracking at the end, her own tears rolling down her face.

Without thinking, the words you never thought you’d say spill out of your mouth: “Maybe we should break up!”

A heavy silence looms over the two of you. Neither of you speak. Or even blink. There is a shift in the atmosphere, and the air is so thick that not even a knife can cut the tension between the two of you.

You are the first to react.

“Y/N, espera, where are you going?” Miko asks, her tone desperate as you make your way towards the front door. Just as you put your hand on the door handle, Miko wraps her hand around your wrist as if her life depends on it.

“I need a moment to myself, Miko. Just… please,” you sigh and break yourself from her grasp.

“No, por favor, Y/N!” Miko begs but you ignore her.

By the time you find a bench to sit on, you are sobbing, your chest heaving as you gasp for air, your body curled up as you let out all the pent up emotion. In all of your three years together, you and Miko have never had a fight like this before. You’re not sure if this is something that either of you can consider bouncing back from. Or if there’s any hope of being together at all.

Just then your phone chimes. Something deep inside you tells you to check, and you obey it. A gasp escapes your lips when you see that Miko has posted on Instagram.

Tagging you in the caption.

“Los mejores tres años de mi vida en fotos. Te amo con todo mi corazón 🫶💕” it reads with your username off to the side.

Tears begin to swell in your eyes as you swipe to see each photo she’s posted, the memories of each of them flooding back to you. The comment sections fills with fans expressing their love and admiration for the two of you, tagging you and Miko, and your DMs start to go off as the news spreads like wildfire. You even see that Miko has posted a photo of you and her from earlier today. Posing along side Miko is yourself as she takes a mirror selfie, her arm wrapped around you as you kiss her on the cheek.

You run back to the house as fast as your feet can take you.

“Vicky?!” you call for your girlfriend as soon as you renter the house. She appears before you in an instant, a mixture of relief and hesitation in her features.

“Y/N, donde estabas?” Miko cups your face, her eyes searching desperately into yours. “Te amo con todo mi ser. Por favor, por favor, no me dejes.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise her as you connect your lips with hers, and she instantly kisses back. There’s no way you two are getting rid of each other so easily. You belong to Miko. And she belongs to you.

Fuck everyone else.

[neptunedivine]

astro observations pt. ii

hi! I hope you’re doing well! I know it's been a while. I have a lot of things I wanna talk about. But for now, here are some observations I've noted since I've been gone. I hope you enjoy the read!

mutable signs and intelligence ✧ ALL MUTABLE PLACEMENTS SHOULD BE KNOWN FOR THEIR INTELLIGENCE. Since Virgo and Gemini are both ruled by mercury, I feel like this is a given. Sagittarius rules the 9H which controls higher education, so the same thing can be said for them. But then people throw Pisces under the bus…as if Virgo isn’t their sister sign. I feel like people see sister signs as opposites of each other, but in reality, they have their sister’s traits in subtlety.

As a Pisces sun and mercury myself, I understand the anxiety my Virgo homies get, it’s f*cking intense. But will I ever feel it full throttle? I don’t think so and I’m thankful for it.

But yeah, Pisces placements are not airheads, their smart too. I just think their intelligence is out of the ordinary or just not palatable like the other signs.

9H suns ✧ Kind of an addendum to my last bullet, but a lot of 9H and 12H sun celebrities are really smart. I’ve noticed this with Kendrick Lamar because he’s a 9H sun (in Gemini @ 9° -- damn), and he’s considered a conscious rapper (a subgenre of hip-hop that focuses on creating awareness and imparting knowledge). When I think of him, his words always have meaning, they’re not said just because. The same thing can be said about SZA (9H Scorpio sun @ 16°) and Frank Ocean (12H Scorpio sun 4°).

I'm noticing that they're both Scorpio suns at a Cancer degree, I might investigate that more in the future.

When they put out a project, I get annoyed when people immediately have a response (in all I think I get annoyed when this happens to any long-awaited album), because with the lyricism they have, let the words marinate. Their words are never just face value, there's always a deeper meaning.

SZA is also just smart period. She went on this little biology rant a couple of weeks ago. I was shocked but I loved it. Idk sometimes I forget that celebrities have other traits because they choose what they present to their audience and a lot of the time that isn’t intelligence.

✧ Do any other Pisces mercuries talk in funny voices or accents a lot? Like an unhealthy amount? Just me? Okay.

✧ Undeveloped Pisces placements want yes men to their delusions.

LGBTQIA+ ✧ Having mutable + Aquarius Venus/Mars placements and/or aspects could be an indicator of identifying as part of the LGBTQIA+ community. Mutable placements are used to changing their mind a lot, so when it comes to who they’re interested in, they might not have a fixed answer. With aqua placements, they’re not used to sticking to the traditional. So going against the grain with who they’re romantically/sexually involved with is a common manifestation.

mars-jupiter and clumsiness ✧ Those with Mars-Jupiter aspects can be clumsy. Maybe because Mars can rule the physical body and Jupiter expands, they may be overestimating their range of motion.

aries/1H mars and headaches ✧ These placements can be prone to headaches, yes because Mars rules the physical body and anger, and Aries rules the head. But you guys are also quick to anger, so you kind of set yourself up for it. Breathe please, I don’t like seeing you stressed out babes.

aries/scorpio placements and tattoos ✧ Speaking of Aries placements, Aries and Scorpio placements, in general, could like tattoos, whether they want some themselves, have them, or just like the look of them. I feel like Venus and Mars placements are attracted to those who have tattoos, while Mercury placements could have the desire to tattoo people/become tattoo artists. If you have Aries/Scoripo in your midheaven, this could be a good career for you!

that’s all for now! I hope you enjoyed the post, see you later!

[harlowtales]

Jack is jealous when Y/N goes crazy for another rapper 😡

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“You ready baby? Happy Birthday to my girl. Are you excited?” Jack said holding you from behind and kissing your neck as you checked yourself out in the full length mirror.

“Baby you’re wrinkling me!” You said smoothing out where he had bunched up your dress wrapping his arms around you. “But thank you baby I can’t wait!”

“If I was a bad bitch I’d wanna fuck me too!” You said jumping up and down as if you were already at NLE’s show in the front row. Jack surprised you with tickets and because he knew NLE you were going to meet him. Jack just looked at you and walked away. He was a bit jealous if he was being honest. This was all you talked about since you found out like you weren’t dating an even more famous rapper.

“Hey, calm down and don’t you think you should wear something that covers you more baby? What about this jeans and hoodie? It’s just a concert.” Jack tried to reason to make himself feel better. You looked gorgeous and that was the problem. NLE was as funny and charming as Jack was.

“Um no thanks I like this dress but maybe next time.” You said unknowingly kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s go!!!”

“Can we listen to NLE on the way there?” You begged as Jack didn’t like noise when he was driving.

“We’re going to the show isn’t that over kill?” He said starting to get annoyed.

“We’ll listen to older stuff he might not play tonight. PLLLLLEASE” you said pouting.

“Ok fine.” He relented kissing your forehead. You were adorable when you begged.

“Going down a narrow ro oh oh oad, going down a narrow road oh oh oad!!!” You sang NLE’s earlier hit Narrow Road at the top of your lungs with the roof open. Jack was already regretting buying you these tickets. He had to make you go to Gazebo Fest and you complained the entire time of being too hot, hungry, and tired.

Jack wasn’t much for concerts and when he went he usually sat higher up in box seats but because he knew you wanted front row you got front row. Baby gets what baby wants. This was a smaller venue anyway so Jack didn’t have much of a choice. You let out a squeal when you grabbed the barricade and Jack rolled his eyes taking his guarded boyfriend stance firmly behind you where he planned to be the entire time. He looked around and he felt old. NLE’s crowd was about 16-25 so he grumpily put up with pushing and shoving as the crowd built up.

“Yo!!! Oh shit Jack Harlow is here!” He was hearing around him as cell phones quickly came out of pockets and flashed before he could say anything. He wanted a date night feeling with no security and was beginning to regret it. You on the other hand were chatting away with someone beside you about how funny NLE was and his latest shenanigans on IG.

“Girl that red see through top and red leather pants at Fashion Week??? OMG!! He looked SO GOOD!” She gushed to which you nodded and Jack pretended not to hear. That’s when the lights went down a few opening acts you didn’t care much about came on. Jack was concerned you were bored.

“You ok baby? You’re barely dancing” he observed sweetly as he held you tighter. He was bracing himself for your reaction to the main event.

“Just waiting for my man is all.” You said “Saving my energy.” You didn’t yet know you were going to meet NLE afterwards.

After a brief intermission and endless people coming up to Jack the lights dimmed and you started screaming. “He ain’t even on yet.” Jack said dryly and slightly embarrassed.

Then it got pitch black and smoke filled the stage. Through the mist NLE emerged with his signature look shirtless, tatted from head to toe, low riding black jeans. He directed a megawatt, diamond grilled smile to you and winked. “Jack Harlow done brought his girl to see me y’all!!!” NLE said playfully as he darted to the other end of the stage. Jack smiled back but the joke irked him. You on the other hand were mesmerized.

Then NLE did the Slut Me Out trilogy it was a wrap. By this time Jack was hiding how mad he was. NLE had you. He jumped down from the stage drenched in sweat and as he went by the front row he kissed your hand like a perfect gentleman. You sang along just as loud as in the car then it happened. NLE pulled you up on stage and walked around you like his prey as he rapped “Is we fucking or what?” and made his famous humping gestures in the air. You were escorted back to Jack who just stood there in disbelief.

“Having a good time now?” Jack said angrily

“Baby I…Baby it’s all just fun.” You apologized thinking because Jack and NLE knew each other and both always joked around it was all fine. You tried to kiss him but he dogged it.

“I have a surprise for you that unfortunately we can’t back out of now or I’ll look like a punk.” Jack explained as the crowd thinned out after the show and he led you to the backstage area following security that came to get you.

“Wait what’s happening???” You asked incredulously as you were now standing in the hallway in front of NLE’s dressing room door. Jack just stood there not saying a word.

“Baby I am so sorry if I acted way over the top and made you feel bad.” You said as you titled your head up to kiss him. Jack couldn’t resist and felt your butt as his tongue met yours.

“You owe me after this” Jack said giving your butt a light but stinging tap that served as a warning.

“You’re a lucky man legend” you heard a voice say in a thick Memphis drawl. You turned around and there he was. NLE standing there freshly showered with grey sweatpants on and a towel on his head.

You tried not to appear remotely interested in looking down at the package NLE was toting. Jack’s eyes were on you.

“You must be y/n so honoured to meet the princess of Kentucky” he said holding your hand too long for Jack’s liking.

You shyly replied “Um that’s me” fixing hair behind your ear. All mannerisms that Jack didn’t like.

“Oh fuck now she getting all SHY??” He said seething in his mind.

“Sup.” He said to NLE and dapped him up not showing how agitated his was as he felt NLE poured it on thick during his show.

“I hope you don’t mind me bringing this gorgeous prize on stage. I just wanted to make her birthday unforgettable.” NLE said eyeing you

“Preciate you man.” Jack replied stiffly in complete bro mode.

“Oh boy Jack is acting all hard he is PISSED.” You said to yourself. Him and Jack talked shop for a bit off to the side recounting the XXL freshman class they were both in. Jack seemed to loosen up and was smiling and laughing to which you breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way home he was silent in the car and you didn’t ask to play any music especially NLE’s. You reached over and felt his bulge and he responded immediately shifting in his seat as he stared at the road. “That’s right, you know how to make everything up to me birthday girl.”

“Pull over.” You ordered “Imma take care of you like it’s YOUR birthday.”

@itsyagirljaz @jackharlow502

[penelopeswifey]

characters ; VORTEX

VORTEX !!

SCARAMOUCHE :  One of the most famous idols of this generation. Bringing tons of awards every month, leader of the group and the Main vocalist. it took him only a few years to debut into the group, which got extremely popular when he and his group performed a free concert during their newbie days. People flocked to him because of his looks and his snarky personality, rose to the top easily since he trained for hours until even the CEO told him to take a break.

KAZUHA: Sub Vocalist of the group, Visual, it took him years to debut and he lived off of one dollar meals to get by, but eventually his work paid off when he got into Vortex. Massive gain of popularity and praised by a lot since he writes many of their songs. Has a social media account dedicated to poems.

XIAO: Main Rapper, actually got scouted by Teyvat Company when he performed a guitar solo infront of his high school and the video was posted on YouTube, he blew up and eventually debuted into Vortex. Has a YouTube channel where he posts electric guitar covers or raps.

HEIZOU: Sub Rapper, Main dancer. Was friends with Kazuha during their trainee days, they used to always go out for food hunting after practice. Famous among the fans for his choreography. Chaotic vlogs about his daily life.. Plays the drums, Threatened the higher ups to let him debut when he managed to figure out alot of secrets and scandals the company has.

VENTI: Centre and Lead Vocalist, annoyed the ceo so much that he eventually allowed him entered the company. Worked for only a few years aswell until he debuted, gained a following before the debut aswell since he used to fight on twitter to defend his favorite groups and post covers on YouTube.

ACCIDENTALLY YOURS ! :

SYPNOSIS: You, a well-known streamer, have always kept your two hobbies separate. By day, you entertain thousands with your snarky commentary, but by night, you secretly write. fanfiction about your favorite idol, Balladeer. It was a guilty pleasure—until a late-night stream led to a slip of the tongue and exposed your secret to the world!

In a single moment of poor judgment and a misclick, which by the way was totally not your fault!.. I think.. clips and memes about spread like wildfire! It was embarrassing enough for everyone to know about your fanfiction, but it spiraled down even further when they discovered you were writing about the very idol you  constantly claimed was overrated.

Just as you wallowed in self-pity, a notification pings on your phone. A familiar username and a blue checkmark.

Oh. "

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[https-harlow]

We're going to Atlanta

Summary- You find out if you were accepted to a college in Georgia, something that needed to happen for your parents to let you move to Atlanta with Jack after high school.

Your parents weren’t super strict, but they did set expectations for you. Especially when it came to school. It made sense, your dad was the principal of the high school you went to. They wanted you to stay focused on school, no partying or dating, which you did, until you started dating Jack. You kept your grades up, and maybe they would have been fine with it if it was anyone but Jack. They just didn’t like you dating the “want to be rapper.”

Jack wasn’t even necessarily a problem student at school, but it was safe to say the party that ended up being in the high school parking lot really sealed the deal on them not liking Jack. You weren’t even involved in the decision to go to the parking lot. But since your dad was principal, he had a key to the gated parking lot. You happened to have that key since you drove your dad’s car to the first party location. You didn’t normally drive your dad’s car, but since you were in a car accident earlier that week, your car was getting fixed. The key you had wasn’t even used, someone accidentally left the gate unlocked. No one believed that, and it didn’t help that when the cops showed up someone said that it was fine that you were there because the principal’s daughter was there, didn’t help your case. After the party, someone spray-painted the school's roof, and long story short, that was the one and only time you got suspended. 

Jack had been talking about moving to Atlanta after high school, and you knew you wanted to go with him. You knew that your parents wouldn’t let you unless you got into college in Atlanta. You applied to any college that you could in the area, of course you applied to some other colleges too so it didn’t look suspicious to your parents, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t try a little harder on certain applications. 

Like most days, you ended up at Jack’s house after school, you were trying to get some homework done when you checked your email. You had started to get college acceptance or denial emails, but your email from Georgia State came in while you were at school.

“I’m scared to open this,” You said, turning your laptop, so Jack could see the email. You knew your odds were good, they had an average acceptance rate, and you had high enough test scores that you should get in easily. You weren’t nervous that you weren’t going to get in, but you were nervous that if you didn’t get in, your life would end up differently. If you didn’t get into Georgia State, there was a decent chance you weren’t going to get into the other Atlanta colleges you applied for, as they all had higher demands.

“You are going to get in. You are so smart, you’re practically getting us both through high school, I should just get them to give you my diploma when we graduate. What college isn’t going to want someone with two high school diplomas? You know how rare that would be?”

“You’re so stupid sometimes,” You teased.

“But I’m not wrong, you’ll get in. If not, we’ll figure it out, we’ll do long distance, I won’t go to Atlanta, it will be okay.”

“You aren’t staying here just for me,” You argued.

“Well, we won’t have to figure that out because you’re going to be accepted,” Jack said, grabbing your laptop. “Do you want me to open it?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m not going to be able to do anything else until I know.”

Jack was just as nervous as you were, not because he didn’t think you would get in, but he knew how bad you wanted in. He knew you wanted at least one school in Georgia to accept you, and this was the first letter you got from a Georgia college. 

Jack quickly scanned the email, finally finding what he was looking for. He smiled as he looked up from the laptop.

“You got in.”

“Really?” 

“I told you would,” Jack smiled, putting the laptop to the side, practically tackling you to the couch, making you laugh.

“I’m going to Atlanta with you now, no matter what,” You whispered, hugging Jack tightly. 

“Let’s go celebrate, get lunch or something,” Jack said.

“I have homework,” You said, running your hands through his curls.

“Nope, we’re going out, homework will be there later,” Jack said, getting off from the couch, picking you up before you could protest.

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[its-time-to-write]

chapter 6

table of contents i love you still

You’re no stranger to Jamie’s internet presence, extensive as it is. But even though you know what comes up when you type jamie tartt babies you still think it should have come with a warning. 

There’s picture after picture of him meeting toddlers, holding babies, signing tiny footballs and just generally being great with kids. 

It’s complete shit. 

He looks so natural with all of them, making them laugh as he smiles for the camera.

You’re tired. You should be asleep so you can be rested for the next day but you just can’t. You move from the chair in Clare’s room to your room, where you push open the doors to the balcony. You prop her monitor up on a chair just in case and take a deep breath. You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that, and the stakes are higher now. But the more you think about it, the more you convince yourself it could work if only you could absolutely trust that Jamie wouldn’t leave again.

“Damn it,” you whisper. You’ve already let him back in.

You sit and watch the mist roll in for another hour before doing your best to fall asleep.

Clare wakes up just before seven so you’re out the door for coffee by 8:30. You’re rushing for no particular reason, but everything feels urgent now. You walk to get coffee for you and Madeline, still feeling the need to look over your shoulder. You can’t shake the idea that someone’s looking at you until you spot a man across the way, staring. 

It takes you all of two seconds to recognize Roy Kent. 

You smile, nod, and turn away but the hairs on the back of your neck prickle. He knows, a voice whispers, but there’s no way he does because no one knows. No one knows except Madeline and Jamie and your parents who live all the way in Spain because they can, so there’s no way Roy Kent also knows that the baby you’ve wrapped to your chest is actually a mini Tartt, despite the fact that she does not have his last name. Just his whole face structure, apparently.

The walk to Madeline’s feels slower than normal but you finally let yourself into her flat and onto her couch.

She’s scrolling on her phone while a woman does her hair and another does her makeup.

“Madeline,” you say, no preamble, “I need you to tell me I’m an absolute idiot.”

“No,” she says without looking up from her phone. “I’m not psychic. Do something stupid and then I’ll reconsider but everyone knows you’re the one with the braincells in this relationship.”

“Madeline,” you plead, and she finally looks up.

“Babe. We both know you’ve already taken him back in your head. And we’ve never spoken about it because I was giving you your space to come to terms with the fact that you’re fucking hung up on him and most likely will be until the end of time. I can’t entirely blame you because he can be amazing. But when he’s shit, he’s shit. It’s just a matter of time before you’re back together and if he knows what’s good for him, he won’t fuck up this time, but...” she trails off.

“But he doesn’t always know what’s good for him,” you finish. “Fuck. I’m so fucked.”

Madeline shrugs. “Maybe.”

“The fuck do you mean, ‘maybe’?”

“Hold still,” whispers the makeup artist so there’s a moment of silence before Madeline says, “It’s entirely within the realm of possibilities that he is turning himself around from grimy little footballer to respectable athlete. Don’t you think it’s at least worth noticing that his ex-girlfriend vouches for him?”

“Mads, what the fuck,” you groan. “You’re supposed to tell me to date a rapper. Or move to Milan. Or marry a millionaire. Not say that there’s a chance this will work.”

Clare fusses in your arms so you stand up and start swaying her back and forth. “Bean, give me your thoughts on this look,” Madeline says, so you walk over and hold Clare up. She sneezes, and you laugh.

“That means she likes it,” Madeline says. “Look, Bean is so little she won’t even remember if her dad leaves again. Then at least you’ll know, you know what I mean? You’re going to give him a chance anyway, so might as well do it while she’s small and has no sense of object permanence.”

You laugh with a bit of resignation. Madeline’s right, as per usual. “I promise I won’t be overbearing when he leaves.”

Madeline grins. “You can be as overbearing as you like as long as you keep bringing me coffee. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Funny,” you reply, “I was going to say the exact same about you.”

Madeline smiles her most angelic smile. “I’m a fucking saint,” she says. “Hey, are you staying for the interview? Bean can nap upstairs if you like.”

You shake your head. “No, she’s been waking up crying and you don’t need that in the background. I think we’ll walk around for a bit, the fresh air’s good for her and I really want some tea.”

Madeline says, “I have tea,” and you amend, “I’m going to want tea that I don’t have to make.”

Madeline snorts, and the two of you lapse into silence. You’re quiet for the rest of the time it takes for her to finish getting ready (twenty minutes), help her choose which outfit (the dark grey one), and then pass her Clare for some photos before heading out the door. The day feels less ominous after seeing her, so you head home to get Clare’s pram in hopes she’ll fall asleep.

You almost don’t want to go out again by the time you’ve changed and fed her, eaten lunch, and re-bundled the both of you up but Clare seems like she’s not going to sleep without a fight, so you sigh and head out the door again.

You head to the Richmond green, thankful that the sun is shining despite the brisk air. Clare’s passed out after one lap so you look for a bench in the sun. You sit and watch as people jog by and kids kick a ball around.  It’s a nice day. Maybe you’ll call Madeline and see if she wants to come over for dinner once she’s done working.

No, she has a dinner with some of her collaborators. You’re on your own tonight, unless you call Jamie. Your nose wrinkles involuntarily at the thought. He might not even want that, so you’ll let it alone.

A man walks along the path with a little blonde-haired girl. No- it’s Roy Kent. You didn’t know he had a daughter but then again, he certainly wouldn’t be the first in that situation. 

She clearly likes him by the way she’s bouncing up and down as she pulls on his arm. It seems despite his reputation as Chelsea’s hard man he has a soft spot for whoever this child is. You duck your head as if he’ll recognize you, even though you know he won’t.

“Uncle Roy, when are we going to Keeley’s?” you here the girl say as they get closer and you file that away. So it’s Uncle Roy, then. You miss his answer as Clare fusses so you gently push her pram back and forth and murmur, “Go back to sleep, Bean.”

Roy and the girl’s footsteps stop. Right in front of you.

Roy looks into the pram and then at you. You have no choice but to meet his gaze and fuck, he definitely knows. But how the actual fuck did he find out?

“Nice baby,” he finally says and you don’t reply.

“I’m Phoebe,” says Phoebe, in an apparent attempt to dispel the tension. She’s a smart kid, you can tell, and the last thing you need is some random child blabbing your business all around London.

You say, “I think your Uncle Roy already knows who I am,” you say, and Roy doesn’t even look a little fucking guilty.

Of course he knows, Keeley had all but put together a Powerpoint presentation by the morning.

“Your friend knows my girlfriend,” he says, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Keeley fucking Jones has struck again. She always was a bit too nosy for your taste.

You frown, sigh, and say, “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Roy sits on the far end of the bench with Phoebe in the middle. You’re both watching each other carefully, as though one of you could snap at any moment.

“What do you want?” you ask, voice sharp. “It can’t be money, I can’t imagine you’re hard up. Are you misguided enough to ask me to disappear before I ruin your golden boy’s career? Because believe me, I’m not trying to start anything. He’s the one who came looking for me, for your information.”

You don’t stop rocking Clare’s pram. It’s a calming motion for both you and for her because unfortunately, there’s no easy escape route here. 

Roy asks, “You worried he’s going to end up like his fucking dick of a father?” and Phoebe (who has been pretending like she isn’t listening) scribbles furiously in her notebook.

That is not even close to what you expected him to say. You just look at him, eyes wide. “I-” you start, then stop. What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

You’re no stranger to James Tartt. Jamie had come home more times than you’d care to count with a bruised eye or a split lip, and it wasn’t until the third time you were putting ice on his face that he finally told you why. 

“Jamie isn’t like that,” you tell Roy. He has to know Jamie isn’t like that. He works with him. He has to.

“How the fuck do you know?” Roy asks, but it’s more bemused than anything. 

“He’s never done anything even close to what James has done,” you say, and it’s true. It’s not even a stretch of the imagination, Jamie never raised his voice or his hand at you.

It didn’t stop him from breaking your heart, but that’s neither here nor there. 

Roy shrugs. “You never fucking know, do you? Who’s to say it’s not fucking genetics or some shit?”

That pisses you the fuck off. Jamie’s no saint, but you believe that deep down he’s good. You believe he wants to be good.

So you smile, look Roy directly in the eyes over Phoebe’s head, and say as cold as you can, “Fuck you. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stand. “We’re leaving.”

Roy says, “Oi,” but it’s softer than the horrible things he’s been insinuating about Jamie so you turn back to him. 

“He’s not fucking horrible,” Roy says quietly, and almost as though it pains him to get the words out. “He’s a right little shit, but the prick’s had a rough fucking time of it lately. Go fucking easy on him, because no one else fucking does.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I’m not fucking saying he doesn’t fucking deserve it, but I am fucking saying he’s not a world-class prick and if you fucking were going to give him a fucking chance, it’s not the fucking stupidest thing I’ve fucking seen.” 

Roy seems as though he’s hit his limit for both speech and sentimentality, and you’re no stranger to his rivalry (hatred?) with Jamie so you take his words for what they are. 

You nod. “Don’t tell him you saw me,” you say and Roy almost smiles. 

“Fucking don’t like to fucking talk to Tartt more than I fucking have to,” he replies. You smile back at him and as you leave he says, “She really fucking looks like him,” and you nod. 

Fuck.

next chapter

[thatztyv]

Basketball

Description:

- Just finding a way to pass the time..play a lil basketball

Word Count:

- 472

Kᴏʀᴅᴇɪ Cᴏʀsᴏ

(core-dee-uh core-so)

"Come on we got time to kill", I said getting ready. "My dad taught me how to play growing up. Almost went to the WNBA ."

"What happened?", he chuckled while bouncing the ball.

"Ended up meeting some UK rapper and started running round with him", I said and he stopped bouncing the ball.

"You saying I ruined your career?", he asked, raising his brow.

"I'm playing, I'm playing. I wasn't the best but he tried to teach me, I know a lil some", I said and laughed.

He shook his head before passing me the ball.

"You play too much", he chuckled.

I started dribbling the ball and Cench started guarding me.

"Bae we not playing real basketball. Don't be too rough now", I said.

"All I did was raise my arms."

I tried to run past him but he stole the ball from me, ran down the court and shot it.

I looked at him in disbelief.

"That was unnecessary", I said and playfully rolled my eyes.

"I'm just playing the game baby."

I smacked my lips. "Ready up."

I came and stood in front of him before he passed me the ball.

"Imma dunk, don't steal the ball this time!", I said while dribbling the ball.

He stood up straight and moved out the way. "I won't."

I raised a brow at him before running down the court. Just before I was about to jump I stopped.

"The goal looks higher that I thought", I mumbled.

Cench ran towards me and knocked the ball out my hand.

"Cee", I playfully whined as we ran to get the ball.

"What?", he laughed.

I slide on the ground and grabbed the ball.

"Give me the ball KC", he said standing over me.

"No", I said putting it under my hoodie.

"You're cheating", he said picking me up.

"Cee put me down", I said laughing. "Personal Foul!"

"We not playing real basketball remember. Just give me the ball", he chuckled while tickling me.

"No", I laughed while keeping the ball secure under my hoodie.

...I took my hoodie off and got serious.

"She shoots another three and the crowd goes wild. Corso is on fire tonight", I said acting like a sports broadcaster.

Cench just shook his head.

"Ready?", I asked.

"Mmhm", he hummed getting down.

I passed him the ball.

He went to shoot and I jumped up to block it. He moved out the way, ran to the goal and alley-ooped it in.

"And the crowd goes wild. Cench is on fire tonight", he said mocking me.

"Whatever", I said rolling my eyes as I got the ball. "What's the score?"

"Twenty three to six. Ready up."

"I'm winning right?", I said getting ready.

"Not at all", he laughed, passing me the ball.

[goldenchimmy]

Rest

Pairings: Min-YoongixFem!Reader

CW: slight undertones of depression, but mainly cute fluff!

You visit your boyfriend at his recording studio and convince him to take a break.

Yoongi sighed as he tapped a few random keys on his keyboard. The man slouched in a comfy office chair inside his recording studio. He had been there for almost thirteen hours now. As he had been the past two weeks.

He had mentioned to you about working on a new solo album. And that could only mean one thing. Less night's at home with you and more nights spent away, recording and writing for who knows how long. Yoongie never seemed to get any rest when it came to his music.

It was one of the reasons you had fallen in love with him.

He was a perfectionist when his career was involved. When his heart was fully into something. And this new album seemed to be just the thing for now. Of course, he loved you as well. He would send you short messages to let you know that he was still alive at least. And that he didn't somehow decompose and merge into his recording chair.

But things like this always worried you. The last time something like this happened, he had come home and collapsed from exhaustion. He slept for two days straight after that. Only getting up to use the bathroom.

But now, even as you kept calling him, he wasn't answering. It was getting late and the dinner that you had made had gone cold on the table. You were pretty sure he forgot tonight's date night. Which wasn't a new thing, but still.

So, you made up your mind as you picked at your food. You were going to go down to his studio and check on him. Maybe he needed a break or at least a coffee! Something to keep him awake. Not that you planned on leaving without him.

------

When you pulled into the studio parking lot, you grabbed your bag and the two cups of coffee you had made at home. One for you and one for Yoongi. You used the elevator once you were inside the tall building, tapping your foot impatiently as you watched the numbers climb higher and higher.

It was times like these that made you think of him. When the world was quiet and asleep. And you were alone.

You had met yoongi during a period in his life where he had been very sad and lost. Not knowing what to do next with his life. You had been friends. Acquaintances. You hadn't talked very often, but you ran in the same crowds when you two were young. Your families knew each other.

You had started crushing on him the second his hands had touched a piano key. Playing an old song that he had written the tune to.  His voice quiet as he mouthed words. You had watched him, knowing that he was going to do great things one day. And now he was. He was a famous producer, rapper, Idol.

He had it all. And he had you. The two of you started dating about three years ago. You started talking about home and were checking on him when you asked to meet for coffee. And the rest was history. It turned out that the both of you were completely content with each other. You both liked sleeping and lounging around. You liked music. And you really liked to drink on occasion.

The soft elevator ding shook you out of your trance, the metal doors opening slowly to the floor of the building. Your walk was short as you made a few turns down the hall. Nodding at a few security guards as you passed them.of course they knew who you were. It wasn't the first time you'd visited your boyfriend while he (or his brothers) were working on music.

You moved one cup of coffee next to the other in your arm, hurriedly typing in the password to unlock the door before you used your foot to push through the entrance. A small smile on your face as you took in the familiar sight of the recording room. A black couch against the wall. The soundproof room on your left.

But that smile was quickly replaced with a frown once you saw your tired, stressed boyfriend slouched over his recording equipment. The laptop playing through loops of song chords through headphones that were attached to it.

The older man was rubbing his temples, his black hair disheveled and covering his round face. His black jacket draped on the back of his chair, leaving him in a white tank top and baggy sweats. His usual attire.

"Yoongi?" You called softly, causing the man to jolt up,  turning in his chair to look at you. His eyes had bags under them and he looked defeated.

"Oh. Hey baby." He smiled his gummy smile. His voice low and groggy. Like he had been dozing on and off by accident. "What're you doing here?" He hummed, holding his pale arms out to you. A smile crossed your face as you walked over to him, setting the full cups down on his desk. Before you took a seat in hid lap, his arms coming to close around you gently. His head instantly buried in your neck.

"Bringing you coffee. And checking up on you. " you spoke, leaning your head back on his shoulder. "You haven't been sleeping." You pointed out, frowning as you moved in his lap.

Your legs now hooked over the arms of The chair, your back to the other side. Effectively being almost cradled by the man. Your hands moved to push his hair back from his face, your thumbs rubbing under his eyes gently.

Yoongis eyes closing a bit as you did, a sigh leaving him before he yawned. "Mm...sorry." He mumbled, turning to kiss the side of your wrist. Almost missing it as his head fell, his forehead resting on your shoulder now.

"It's okay baby. But...maybe it's best if you come home tonight. Get some sleep and some real food." Now that you looked around, the empty Ramen cups became more noticeable. A deeper frown settling on your face. "Come on big guy." You poked him gently on the cheek.

Yoongi stirred slightly before sitting his head up, his eyes mere slits as he shook his head. "I gotta show you something..." He whispered, scooting his chair across the floor back to his keyboard.

He gently maneuvered you where he could position his arms over the keys. Your eyes watching as he began to play a simple melody. It made you smile as you sat there and listened.

Yoongi, the man that he was, wrote a song just for you. And now he was playing it for your ears only. A private little event, even if he was beyond exhausted. He didn't have many ways of expressing his love for you,  but with music, he could do anything.

And he loved you more than words or a song could describe. The way your smile lit up his dark soul. The way your laugh made his bad days better. Even when you would make him angry, he still loved you. You were the very thing that kept him grounded.

When the song ended, he sat back in hie chair. Sipping now at the coffee you brought him. "Like it?" He asked, yawning once more. To which you nodded quickly, a few stay tears in your eyes. "I loved it. I love you." You whispered, kissing over his face and making him sleepily chuckle.

"Mm...whole album, just for you." He smiled, his hands rubbing your pajama clad thighs.

"For me? Baby, I don't need a whole album. I just need you to take care of yourself." You laughed slightly, sniffing just a bit as you moved to stand. "Come on." You breathed, grabbing his hands now and helping him out of his chair. Making the tired man groan childishly.

"What for?" He asked, watching you search for his shoes. You pointed to his jacket. "Grab your things. You're coming home tonight."

Yoongi stretched, reluctantly getting his stuff. His shoes now on his feet. "But...the music. My album." He protested. You just shook your head and sighed. "It'll be here when you come back. But right now, I'm your music. And you don't want me to leave do you?" You set your hands on your hips.

Yoongi quickly shook his head, walking towards the door and past you. "Good," you spoke, "because you're going home, eating, showering because you smell, and then you're going to cuddle with me until you sleep."

Yoongi nodded. He liked when you were bossy towards him. Most days anyways.

And once the two of you had gotten home, and yoongi had eaten two servings of dinner, he showered and groggily climbed into bed with you. The TV on and casting light out into the dark room.

His head met your chest as you were propped up against the headboard, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled against your warm skin. A smile on your face as you stroked his clean hair.

"Mm...thank you." He mumbled softly into the quiet. Your lips curling into a small smile. "For what?" You asked.

"For saving me." He responded, before snores left him. His body completely relaxed against yours as you continued to hold him.  Still stroking his hair.

"I love you too." You whispered, before you turned the TV off and joined your boyfriend in sleep. Knowing that you would always be here to pull him out of the darkness.

[jimi-rawlings]

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The practices of Yahwism included festivals, ritual sacrifices, vow-making, private rituals, and the religious adjudication of legal disputes.

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Material religion is a framework used by scholars of religion to examine the interaction between religion and material culture. 

Auditory illusions are illusions of real sound or outside stimulus.[1] These false perceptions are the equivalent of an optical illusion: the listener hears either sounds which are not present in the stimulus, or sounds that should not be possible given the circumstance on how they were created.[2] Composers have long been using the spatial components of music to alter the overall sound experienced by the listener.[14] One of the more common methods of sound synthesis is the use of combination tones. Combination tones are illusions that are not physically present as sound waves, but rather, they are created by one's own neuromechanics*.[15] (Ecstasy and Percocet)

Dioceses ruled by an archbishop are commonly referred to as archdioceses; most are metropolitan sees, being placed at the head of an ecclesiastical province. In the Catholic Church, some are suffragans of a metropolitan see or are directly subject to the Holy See.

Strega Tradwave is a Angolan artistic style using synthwave and vaporwave art to promote traditional catholicism and promote Venice cultural antagonism. Tradwave usually uses traditional catholic paintings, sculptures, or photographs of saints, given with vaporwave effects, often with a bible verse or quote about catholicism. The art usually tries to convey a resurrection of catholic spirituality in the modern atheist world. Figures often depicted in Tradwave art include Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary, Ven. Fulton Sheen, Cardinal Robert Sarah, and Mother Angelica.

Tradwave music often takes the form of two main styles. One of them is catholic hymns with vaporwave effects and traditional Vaporwave/Lo-Fi music. It can also have quotes from modern prolific Catholic figures, such as Ven. The other theme is Fulton Sheen and Cardinal Robert Sarah. Brasil Street Photography.

In astrology, Pluto is called "the great renewer" and is considered to represent the part of a person that destroys in order to renew by bringing up buried intense needs and drives to the surface, and expressing them, even at the expense of the existing order. It is associated with absolutes, power, extremities, transformations, incredible feats, mass movements, and the need to cooperate or share with another if each is not to be destroyed.[42] Pluto governs major business and enormous wealth, mining, surgery and detective work, and any enterprise that involves digging under the surface to bring the truth to light. Pluto is also associated with Tuesday, alongside Mars since Pluto is the higher octave of that planet in astrology.

TRILLWAVE HISTORY: The earliest form of "trill" music was Memphis Rap, also known as Memphis Horrorcore (depending on who you ask). Memphis Horrorcore would essentially be the birth of trap. Three Six Mafia would help invent the triplet rap flow, which many rappers to this day use in many songs. The signature sound of jazz/funk samples often used on top of raw drums, snares, hats, percussions, and cowbells. It really was a whole new sound the world hadn't heard before. This aesthetic would also extend beyond music, with the cover art for a lot of the mid-to-late 90s Memphis albums being misty, dark, often devilish, and very obviously done on a budget. All in all, Memphis Rap is an important part of Trillwave. Once the late 2000s rolled around, new generation artists started to experiment with trap/rap music, and in the early 2010s, "phonk" was born due to the infamous artist SpaceGhostPurrp. Phonk would forever change the world of hip-hop and helped define the early 2010s "swag era" or "trill era".

The word "possession" is used here in its neutral form to mean "a state (sometimes psychological) in which an individual's normal personality is replaced by another". This is also sometimes known as 'aspecting'. This can be done as a means of communicating with or getting closer to a deity or spirit, and as such need not be viewed synonymously with demonic possession. In some religious traditions including Shamanism, "invocation" means to draw a spirit or Spirit force into one's own body and is differentiated from "evocation", which involves asking a spirit or force to become present at a given location. Possessive invocation may be attempted singly or, as is often the case in Wicca, in pairs - with one person doing the invocation (reciting the liturgy or prayers and acting as anchor), and the other person being invoked (allowing themselves to become a vessel for the spirit or deity). The person successfully invoked may be moved to speak or act in non-characteristic ways, acting as the deity or spirit; and they may lose all or some self-awareness while doing so. A communication might also be given via imagery (a religious vision).

The Heavenly host (Hebrew: צבאות ṣəḇāʾōṯ, "armies") refers to the army (or host) of Yahweh, as mentioned in both the Hebrew and Christian Bibles, as well as other Abrahamic texts. Principalities are enormous as they are said to make up entire planes with their bodies. They are shown wearing a crown and carrying a scepter, with massive metallic wings of a dimly gold color. They also are shown to be wearing humanoid masks of various silver and gold colors, and rarely do they ever reveal their faces. They are strong in performing miracles, in attracting the celestial gifts and in redistributing them after receiving them. It is said that at the end of the world the powers of the heavens will be disrupted, because for their activity wonderful things will be accomplished on the elements. They are those who possess a sovereign character with power of command within the divine order. Principalities collaborate with the Powers in the management of human politics, receiving orders directly from the Dominions Angels. In the Kabbalah, they inhabit the sephirah Netzach and rule over love and beauty, with Anael being their leader. (Winged Celestial Beings Under YHWH)

Ayurveda therapies have varied and evolved over more than two millennia.[2] Therapies include herbal medicines, special diets, meditation, yoga, massage, laxatives, enemas, and medical oils.[10][11] Ayurvedic preparations are typically based on complex herbal compounds, minerals, and metal substances (perhaps under the influence of early Indian alchemy or rasashastra).

Hellenistic African YAHWISM Syncretism: Eros-Dionysus-Plutus-Erotes; Planetary Intelligence is PLUTONIAN Byzantine-Garden of Hesperides, Berith-Powers-Bucchus Planetary Intelligence is PLUTONIAN Garden of Eden, and Tuxôn-Mbatuku: spirit of wealth-Ikoro: drum spirit-Principality; Planetary Intelligence is PLUTONIAN Central Africa-ONYE NCHE Gardens both with Saturn Tutlery Spirit

A ranger is typically someone in a law enforcement or military/paramilitary role specializing in patrolling a given territory, called "ranging" or "scouting". a member of a body of armed men. Onye Nche is Africa's GRIGORI/EROTES

Ethnic Group, ONYE NCHE: Boxing Gym Culture Gangsters; Black separatism is a separatist political movement that seeks separate economic and cultural development for those of African descent in societies. Ethnic separatism can be based on cultural, linguistic as well as religious or racial differences. Ethnic separatist movements were relevant since they represented historical delineations between states, or in recent times, were the cause of conflicts between peoples in Europe, Africa and Asia with different ethnic/linguistic origins.

The term professional–managerial class (PMC) refers to a social class within capitalism that, by controlling production processes through occupying a superior management position, is neither proletarian nor bourgeoisie. Metropolitan elite is a term used to describe politically liberal people whose education has traditionally opened the doors to affluence, wealth and power and who form a managerial elite. The proletariat (/ˌproʊlɪˈtɛəriət/; from Latin proletarius 'producing offspring') is the social class of wage-earners, those members of a society whose possession of significant economic value is their labour power (their capacity to work).[1] A member of such a class is a proletarian or a proletaire. Marxist philosophy regards the proletariat under conditions of capitalism as an exploited class[2]⁠ forced to accept meager wages in return for operating the means of production, which belong to the class of business owners, the bourgeoisie.

ONYE NCHE Female Genome Editing (C-Cup Breast Augmentation, Heart Shape Butt Augmentation, Layered WavyCurls for Volume, Diamond Face, Lipodissolve, Full Body Etching, Hyaluronic Acid Red Melanin, and Hazel Eyes)

Architecture Influence: Art Deco with Cycladic Marina.

Religion: Urban shamanism distinguishes traditional shamanism found in indigenous societies from Western adaptations that draw on contemporary and modern roots. Urban shamanism is practiced primarily by people who do not originate in a traditional indigenous society and who create unique methods that do not follow or claim authenticity in any prior tradition. Urban shamanism traces its beginnings to efforts by Westerners to come to terms with psychoactive plant experiences using their own modern frames of cultural reference influenced by, but outside of, the indigenous rites in which plant medicine is traditionally based. The related terms digital shamanism and digital psychedelia are schools of thought born out of the convergence of technological changes, art movements, and Eastern philosophies during the late 20th century. Metropolitan Elite is a term used to describe politically liberal people whose education has traditionally opened the doors to affluence, wealth and power and who form a managerial elite. The Spiritual Baptist faith is a religion created by persons of African ancestry in the plantations they came to in the former British West Indies countries predominantly in the islands of a Grenada, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Tobago and the Virgin Islands. It is syncretic Afro-Caribbean religion that combines elements of the many varied traditional African religions brought by the enslaved populations combined with Christianity. Spiritual Baptists consider themselves to be Christians. "The religious practice involves a music-centered worship service, in which collective singing and drumming accompany spirit possession and animal sacrifice (typically goats, sheep, and fowl)." Trinidad Orisha practice involves call-and-response singing accompanied by a trio of drums. Men can wear a headwrap however the very top of the head is usually left uncovered. (Graffiti Surfstreet with Durags) Trinidad Orisha practice involves call-and-response singing accompanied by a trio of drums. Djembe, Tammas, Bougarabou, with Steelpan 808s.

Clientelism or client politics is the exchange of goods and services for political support, often involving an implicit or explicit quid-pro-quo.[1][2][3] It is closely related to patronage politics and vote buying.[4]

Sin Stock Investment Trust: Pay a minimum of 90% of their taxable income to their shareholders through dividends; Arms, Tobacco, Pharmaceuticals, Entertainment District Rental Properties, and Sports Betting. (Piccadilly Circus as an Example) Lastly, maritime corruption may be categorized according to various fraud scenarios,[8] such as: under-invoicing, where the merchandise in question is declared of lower value than the actual sale price in the invoice, bribes paid to gain contracts, where large shipping and commercial vessel companies bid for long term contracts from large exporters, illicit payments to marine surveyors, so that the surveyor is paid illegally in order to give a better review of the inspected vessel, facilitation payments to customs officers, where bribes are paid to officers to ensure smooth customs procedures and to turn a blind eye to certain procedural requirements, and illegal purchase of letters of credit, where payment is promised for certain documents which validate that goods have been delivered as required.

Boxing Gym Culture Five Senses City: Touch; Boxing and Graffiti Surfstreet Fashion, Taste; Fish and Potatoes, Sound; Palace Music, Sight; Townsquare and Marina Architecture, Scent; Cucumber-Coconut Milk and Musk;

Tutlery Spirit: ONYE NCHE ARUSHI Drumming Orchestra Crista with IKORO. Saturn is the planet. SAMYAZA OATH When the rebel angels first meet upon Mount Hermon to organize their secret society of 200 members, Samyaza, as their recognized chieftain initially doubts the initiates' resolve to forswear heaven. This they had planned to achieve through dark combinations and clandestine oaths under penalty of death, thereby binding themselves to that treachery in which they would use their heaven-acquired knowledge to create a counterfeit religion on earth to satisfy their lusts and carnal desires.

REMAKE SHANGO BAPTIST FOR TUXÔN "Cool," temperate, calm gods ONLY; Shango Baptists was created in Trinidad and only practiced in Trinidad. It has no relation to the spiritual baptist religion. Shango is the practice of the Trinidad Orisha religion. In Trinidad, Orisha is also called Shango, and the term "Shango Baptist" is sometimes used to describe worshipers who are involved with both Spiritual Baptism and Orisha/Shango. The term "Shango Baptist" has come to have negative connotations for some worshippers of both Spiritual Baptism and Orisha/Shango, who argue that those who say "Shango Baptist" conflate the two religions, when in fact they are completely separate religions. As some have said, "There is no thing as Shango Baptist. Shango is Shango. Baptist is Baptist".[7] Others say that Shango Baptists simply "wear two hats"; their mixture of "Baptist and Orisha practices" is a result of similar oppression by colonial authorities in Trinidad.[8]; In practice, the Trinidad Orisha religion is not connected with the Spiritual Baptisms. Orisha worship services are not similar to and not held at the same locations as Spiritual Baptist churches.[9]; Trinidad Orisha practice involves call-and-response singing accompanied by a trio of drums.; "The religious practice involves a music-centered worship service, in which collective singing and drumming accompany spirit possession and animal sacrifice (Duck)."[3]; Donna P. Hope defines dancehall culture as a "space for the cultural creation and dissemination of symbols and ideologies that reflect the lived realities of its adherents, particularly those from the inner cities of Jamaica."[40] Dancehall culture actively creates a space for its "affectors" (creators of dancehall culture) and its "affectees" (consumers of dancehall culture) to take control of their own representation, contest conventional relationships of power, and exercise some level of cultural, social and even political autonomy.; Such a drastic change in the popular music of the region generated an equally radical transformation in fashion trends, specifically those of its female faction. In lieu of traditional, modest "rootsy" styles, as dictated by Rastafari-inspired gender roles; women began donning flashy, revealing – sometimes X-rated outfits. This transformation is said to coincide with the influx of slack lyrics within dancehall, which objectified women as apparatuses of pleasure. These women would team up with others to form "modeling posses", or "dancehall model" groups, and informally compete with their rivals.; This newfound materialism and conspicuity was not, however, exclusive to women or manner of dress. Appearance at dance halls was exceedingly important to acceptance by peers and encompassed everything from clothing and jewelry, to the types of vehicles driven, to the sizes of each respective gang or "crew", and was equally important to both sexes.; Remake ten of the major cultural imperatives or principles that constitute the dancehall worldview.

Arushi Attributes: Vice, Horcrux Warfare, Knowledge, Culture Theory (Culture, Art, Aesthetics, Bohemian) (Esthétique Antagonique; Aesthetic Theory, Culture Antagonist, Industrial Sub-Culture, and Edgy Arts), Art as a Medium for Linguistics, Commercial Commerce, Athletics, Carnal Love, Festivals, Artisanal Cash Crops, Distorted Sensory Play, Five Senses City, Liberal Arts, Côte d'Ivoire, and Blue Head.

Linguistics Arts (Fusion Language of Igbo as a Culture Planning Language for Onye Nche Patois; Phrasal Verbs; Noun Groups; Vowel Harmony): Originally, Patois was used to refer to non-standard varieties of French, used by peasants in France. Mid 17th century French, Patois meant ‘rough speech’. The word is usually associated with low status in comparison with the standard language of society. Especially in the Anglophone Caribbean region , the name Patois have been associated with French Creole dialects. Speakers of 17th and 18th French, came in contact with speakers of Yoruba, Ewe, Wolof, Igbo and Twi among various other West African languages. Between 350 BC and 150 AD, the expansion of the Empire, together with its administrative and educational policies, made Latin the dominant native language in continental Western Europe. Latin also exerted a strong influence in southeastern Britain, the Roman province of Africa**, western Germany, Pannonia and the whole Balkans.[25] The Romance languages, also known as the Latin[1] or Neo-Latin[2] languages, are the languages that are directly descended from Vulgar Latin.[3] They are the only extant subgroup of the Italic branch of the Indo-European language family. Fusional languages or inflected languages are a type of synthetic language, distinguished from agglutinative languages by their tendency to use single inflectional morphemes to denote multiple grammatical, syntactic, or semantic features. In linguistics, agglutination is a morphological process in which words are formed by stringing together morphemes, each of which corresponds to a single syntactic feature. Languages that use agglutination widely are called agglutinative languages. For example, in the agglutinative language of Turkish, the word evlerinizden ("from your houses") consists of the morphemes ev-ler-i-n-iz-den. Agglutinative languages are often contrasted with isolating languages, in which words are monomorphemic, and fusional languages, in which words can be complex, but morphemes may correspond to multiple features. In phonology, vowel harmony is a phonological rule in which the vowels of a given domain – typically a phonological word – must share certain distinctive features (thus "in harmony"). Vowel harmony is typically long distance, meaning that the affected vowels do not need to be immediately adjacent, and there can be intervening segments between the affected vowels. Generally one vowel will trigger a shift in other vowels, either progressively or regressively, within the domain, such that the affected vowels match the relevant feature of the trigger vowel. Common phonological features that define the natural classes of vowels involved in vowel harmony include vowel backness, vowel height, nasalization, roundedness, and advanced and retracted tongue root. Vowel harmony is found in many agglutinative languages. The given domain of vowel harmony taking effect often spans across morpheme boundaries, and suffixes and prefixes will usually follow vowel harmony rules. Art teaches communication by providing another way of portraying feelings, ideas, and arguments to an audience besides words. Also, it asks viewers to relate symbols and other abstract connections together to interpret a meaning from imagery. A noun group is a group of words relating to, or building on, a noun. Noun groups usually begin with an article (the, a, an) or determiner (this, that, these, those, my, your, his, her, its, our). It may have more than one adjective. 'The run-down old inner-city terrace house is for sale'. A phrasal verb is made up of a verb – usually a very common one, like 'make' – and a particle, like 'up'. Some phrasal verbs have two particles, for example put up with. The particle usually changes the meaning of the verb. Phrasal verbs look easy … after all, they're just a common verb followed by another little word. Often people don't even realise they need special attention. So what do you need to know about them? Here are some of the challenges.

Brothers of TUXÔN: Xô Igbo Name Signature with; Birth: Sensory Overload Asperger's Fetus Alcohol Consumption with Prenatal Hormones Vitamins; and Calcium Biometal Metabolism.

Animal Sacrifice is a Duck for Sex Drive and Speed.

Spiritual Animal is a Cheetah for Sex Drive and Speed.

Diet: Jamaican Fusion Pescatarian Potato Gastronomy for Nigerian Gastronomy.

2 Full Star Cardinal Signs and a Urban City Teenager Planetary Intelligence Cancer/Aries: Mercury, Moon, Sun/Neptune-Jupiter, Mars, Venus Brooklyn, NY.; age 17; Tutlery Spirit: Onye Nche (Pluto/Uranus-Saturn)

Jungle Capital Formula for African Games Retail Integration: Craftsmanship, Commercialism, Commerce, Cash-Conversion-Cycle, and Medium of Exchange. Horizontal integration involves the acquisition or merger of companies operating in the same industry and at the same stage of the supply chain. (Boxing, FL Studio and Poetic Meter, Track and Field, Rings Gymnastics, Real Estate Investment Trust, Sin Stocks Investment Trusts for Partying, and Culinary Linguistics).

Tuxôn Music School: Composition majors study contemporary composition approaches, analysis, orchestration, harmony, counterpoint, and music history. Ceremonial Orchestra Drum: Djembe, Tammas, Bougarabou; They are normally played with only the hands in a standing position. They have a full, deep, rich sound which can be heard for miles and is effective at all dynamic levels. They produce a kind of bass melody in the total rhythm. In other modern drumming situations, they are often used to back up djembes and tammas in a percussion group. Almost each of the orishas revered in the Yoruba religion has its own drum orchestra, which is of central importance for the cult of the respective deity. Drum music also represents the medium through which the ritual participant in ecstasy get in touch with the gods. Mozart Effect Composers Dancehall Production FL Studio with Djembe, Tammas, Bougarabou Theory Plugin and Bembé Rhythm Trinidad Orisha practice involves call-and-response singing accompanied by a trio of drums. Elementary School is Choir and Djembe; Middle School is Choir, Strings, and Djembe; High School is FL Studio. All Schools Teach Composition Music Study. The music was often related to national culture. It was culturally particular; from a particular region or culture. In the context of an immigrant group, folk music acquires an extra dimension for social cohesion. It is particularly conspicuous in immigrant societies, where Greek Australians, Somali Americans, Punjabi Canadians, and others strive to emphasize their cultural identity. They learn songs and dances that originate in the countries their grandparents came from. Fusion of cultures: Because cultures interact and change over time, traditional songs evolving over time may incorporate and reflect influences from disparate cultures. The relevant factors may include instrumentation, tunings, voicings, phrasing, subject matter, and even production methods. Trap Lyrics but based on National Customs so a Latino in Miami vs Jamaicans in Miami. In folk music a tune-family is, "a seeming multiplicity of melodies," reducible, "to a small number of 'models' or sets." One can think of the models or sets as deep structures. Often, "different tunes are the same," and, "the same tune is different."[1] Idiolectical (individual) or dialectical (based on context or on locale) variations may exist. Different families may also arise from the use of stock structures or of formulae such as stock phrases and motifs. In folk music, a tune is a short instrumental piece, a melody, often with repeating sections, and usually played a number of times.[15] A collection of tunes with structural similarities is known as a tune-family. America's Musical Landscape says "the most common form for tunes in folk music is AABB, also known as binary form."[16][page needed] In some traditions, tunes may be strung together in medleys or "sets."[17] Look up Romans 8 for Trap Religious Music. Trap folk music with Dance Beat.

SHANGO COURSE

Encomium (pl.: encomia) is a Latin word deriving from the Ancient Greek enkomion (ἐγκώμιον), meaning "the praise of a person or thing."[1] Another Latin equivalent is laudatio, a speech in praise of someone or something.

Encomium also refers to several distinct aspects of rhetoric:

A general category of oratory

A method within rhetorical pedagogy

A figure of speech praising a person or thing, but occurring on a smaller scale than an entire speech

The eighth exercise in the progymnasmata series

A literary genre that included five elements: prologue, birth and upbringing, acts of the person's life, comparisons used to praise the subject, and an epilogue[citation needed]

The basilikos logos (imperial encomium), a formal genre in the Byzantine empire

In Byzantine rhetoric, a basilikos logos (Greek: βασιλικòς λόγος, literally "imperial word") or logos eis ton autokratora ("speech to the emperor") is an encomium addressed to an emperor on an important occasion, regularly at Epiphany.[1]

The parameters of the genre were first set out in a treatise attributed to Menander Rhetor of the late 3rd century. The encomiast should praise the emperor's origins, his physical beauty, his upbringing, good habits, feats in peace and victories in war, philanthropy, good fortune and practice of the four cardinal virtues. He identified the presbeutikos, a speech of supplication given by a city to an emperor, as a subgenre of the basilikos logos. The panegyric of Constantine the Great delivered by Eusebius of Caesaria established a new convention of depicting the ideal emperor rather than the actual. The Christian basilikoi logoi dropped references to good fortune (tyche) in favour of piety. The term presbeutikos also shifted in meaning to refer to an ambassador's report.[1]

The delivery of a basilikos logos could be used as an occasion to subtly advise the emperor, becoming a sort of "mirror of princes". This is the form it took when Agapetos praised Justinian I (6th century) and when Basil I his son Leo VI (9th century). The surviving biography of the Empress Theodora (9th century) may originate in a basilikos logos addressed to her during her regency.[2] John the Oxite wrote and presumably delivered an unconventional logos that was highly critical of the policies of Alexios I Komnenos (11th century).[3] Michael Italikos (12th century) wrote a logos for the Emperor John II Komnenos based primarily on his deeds and another for Manuel I Komnenos that was more conventional.[1]

Byzantine texts

See also: Basilikos logos

Synesius, Bishop of Cyrene, De regno, speech delivered to emperor Arcadius.

Agapetus the deacon, speech delivered to emperor Justinian I. (c. 530s)

Basil I the Macedonian, Admonitory chapters I and II to his son emperor Leo VI the Wise

Constantine VII Porphyrogennetos, De Administrando Imperio, a domestic and foreign policy manual for the use of Constantine's son and successor, the Emperor Romanos II. (948–952)

Kekaumenos, Strategikon (1075/1078), chapters 77 – 91.

Archbishop Theophylact of Ohrid, Paideia Basilike (Lat. Institutio Regia) (c. 1088), addressed to his pupil Constantine Doukas, son of Emperor Michael VII Doukas.

Spaneas or Didaskalia Parainetike, modelled on the Isocratean Ad Demonicum (12th century)

Nikephoros Blemmydes, Andrias Basilikos (Lat. Regia statua, "Statue of a King"), written for Theodore II Laskaris, the future Nicaean emperor (c. 1250)

Thomas Magistros, La regalita addressed to Andronikos II Palaiologos. (14th century)

Manuel II Palaiologos, Paideia Regia dedicated to his son, John VIII Palaiologos. (15th century)

Tuxôn Favorite Songs

Ogochukwu by Seyi Vibez

Oluwaloseyi (Oluwaloseyi)

(I love you, I love you)

If you see me, you see star

Omoyi ma pami, Chiamaka, Undertaker (omoyi ma pami, Chiamaka, Undertaker)

Ma fi'ku t'oyara wo pa mi

Fashionista l'omo, ma t'epo s'alaami (fashionista l'omo, ma t'epo s'alaami)

Mallam mi, pe Aboki wa, kin she'wo, Mallam mi (pe Aboki wa, kin she'wo, Mallam mi)

O gbami, Didier Drogba, ogbaa (ogbaa)

Agba awo t'oun f'ase m'omi (agba awo t'oun f'ase m'omi)

Many girls want to woo me, woo me (many girls want to woo me, woo me)

Are you sure you want to do this? (want to do this?)

Bad boy, yours truly, truly (bad boy, yours truly, truly)

E get as e dey do me, do me

Sindodo, nkan t'oshe yen dun mi toh (Sindodo, nkan t'oshe yen dun mi toh)

Ogochukwu ogu longo

Insawodi, maya'wo, moya lo condom, mm

Mon p'ede fiki-gi fi-ti, fon-go

Kileti gbo, e tin gbo nkankan

Excuse me, me le passe, make you pardon

I love your fashion

Ejiro, o virgin but I'ma ride on

Balogun l'eyin obirin, emi Starboy

Go inside, put them sicken, aside on

My heart (heart), when we go fanshi? (fanshi)

Hey you, my chargie (chargie)

Seki', ma pami

Monseriki, fa mi

No go touch my maye

Se'ka setter, kaaye

Baby, Shiloh, awee

Holy center

Ramality

Awon parent mi, o ni wa mi ti

T'oba ba e soh, k'oya listen

Oh Warisi, k'oma reason

B'oje Hennessy l'ori, k'oya sip it

You no get shishi oh, o de ffizzy

Kako bi chicken, emi l'Oba Titi

Scatter the chart, no appealing

Ogochukwu ogu longo

Insawodi, maya'wo, mo ya lo condom, mm

Mon p'ede fiki-gi fi-ti, fon-go

Kileti gbo, e tin gbo nkankan

Excuse me, me le passe, make you pardon

I love your fashion

Ejiro, o virgin but I'ma ride on

Balogun l'eyin obirin, emi Starboy

Go inside, put them sicken, aside on

My heart (heart), or we go fanshi (fanshi)

Hey you, my chargie (chargie)

Seki', ma pami

Monseriki, fa mi

No go touch my maye

Se'ka setter, kaaye

Baby, Shiloh, awee

Holy center (Holy center)

Afi'emi, afi'emi, Shiloh

(Olusho, mon dahun)

You never let a n- down

Dem wan make the n- frown

Afi'emi, afi'emi, Shiloh

Olusho, mon dahun (Olusho, mon dahun)

You never let a n- down

Na who make the n- frown?

(Afi'emi, afi'emi, Shiloh, yeah)

Olusho, mon dahun (Olusho, mon dahun)

Olusho, mon dahun (Olusho, mon dahun)

"Numbers Don't Lie" by Popcaan

An-anywhere di killy dem stop

Gyal wan' fi gi' wi di contact

Tell-tell some bwoy don't try violate, man ah fly weh dem bat

Think mi ramp?

Sonny and Rane Day

More gyal fi mi and Dane Ray

No funny blood inna mi DNA

Diss badman, di SKL wi' spray-spray

I am way up

High like di 4th of July

From mi, pretty gyal roll up

Shootin' mi shot like Kawhi

Wah 'mount ah gyal mi have, yeah

Numbers don't lie, yeah

Wah 'mount ah Matic mi have, yeah (Dane Ray)

Numbers don't lie

Wah 'mount ah respect wi have

Numbers don't lie

Gyal wan' gimmi pussy pon di first day

Yuh know mi don't lie (Weh!)

Surprise di place like di Raptors dem

Have gyal ah reminisce pon di backaz dem

Gyal ah cuss-cuss fi mi, one ah mi hottaz dem

Unruly nuh wear di knockaz dem (Yeah!)

V16 engines

Spaceship wid di lock sport built it

Bwoy cyan diss my team

Man ah bad before mi reach 16

Man ah Gad inna di earth, dawg

Bad anywhere inna di world, cah

Who dem pussy dem, dem ah learner

Badman buss yuh head wid di burner (Weh!)

I am way up

High like di 4th of July

From mi, pretty gyal roll up

Shootin' mi shot like Kawhi

Wah 'mount ah gyal mi have, yeah

Numbers don't lie

Wah 'mount ah Matic mi have, yeah (Dane Ray)

Numbers don't lie

Wah 'mount ah respect wi have

Numbers don't lie

Gyal wan' gimmi pussy pon di first day

Yuh know mi don't lie (Weh!)

Mi seh mi money nuff long time

Anuh just now

Cuban 'round mi neck (Weh!), fully buss down

9x19, fully custom

Mi yard run like ah airport killy customs (Mhmm)

Prettiest gyal have mi ting ah rub down

And ah seh she wan' gimmi head inna lump sum

Win some pretty tongue, gimmi wisdom

3 grand fi mi shoes dem weh yah touch ground

Pussy dem soft like Suavitel

Mi call dem name and mi nuh ring nuh bell (Mhmm hmm)

Dane Ray seh kill dem, mi seh might as well

Man crack dem skull just like ah turtle shell

Paint dem like ah enamel

Sonny and Rane Day

More gyal fi mi and Dane Ray (Yeah)

Gyallis inna mi DNA

Fuck off 'Shawna, Kay and Anna-Kay

I am way up

Trouble!

Yuh think mi [?]?

Woi

Sonny and Rane Day

More gyal fi mi and Dane Ray (Woi)

Gyallis inna mi DNA

ONYE NCHE NEUROPLASTICITY DRUG-CRIME NEXUS BASED ON TRAFFICKING

CPP, CNS Depressants, et FENTALOGS: Cul-de-sac

Grey-Decentralized Markets

Bastilles: Cul-de-sac Artist Résidences Penthouse Complexes

Raves

Acid House Art Gallery

International Film Festival

Hôtel Chefs

Seigneurial System/Tableau Economique Raw Material Économics Production Spot

Surautomatism

Discount Networking Acid House Party

Opium Dens and Fragrance Festivals

Pill Pressers

CNS depressants

Upper-tier County System

Defense Lawyers are Traplords (Trafficking P4P and Malicious Prosecution)

Cash Conversion Cycle (CCC)

Brain Receptor Dealing

Neuroplasticity Drug-Crime Nexus

Live-Pool Betting Monopoly Board Game

Summary Sentencing

Urban Level: Street Culture Art Gallery (Street culture may refer to: Urban culture, the culture of towns and cities, Street market, Children's street culture, Street carnival, Block party, Street identity, Street food, Café culture, Several youth subculture or counterculture topics pertaining to outdoors of urban centers. These can include: Street art, Street photography, Street racing, Street wear, Hip-hop culture, Urban fiction, Street sports, Streetball, Flatland BMX, Freestyling), Art Pedagogy, Artist Residency, Art Schools, and Art Plugs

Art Pedagogy: Arts-based pedagogy is a teaching methodology in which an art form is integrated with another subject matter to impact student learning. 28-30. Arts-based pedagogy results in arts-based learning (ABL),11 which is when a student learns about a subject through arts processes including creating, responding or performing. Aesthetic Teaching: Seeking a Balance between Teaching Arts and Teaching through the Arts. In aesthetic education, learning must be developed especially with the inclusion of sensations and with the help of feelings. Sensations and feelings should lead to movement, representation, and expression. Aesthetic learning often entails learning to distinguish certain qualities or objects aesthetically in different ways depending on the situation and the purpose. Certain things can be experienced in negative ways in one activity and in positive ways in another.

A designer drug is a structural or functional analog of a controlled substance that has been designed to mimic the pharmacological effects of the original drug, while avoiding classification as illegal and/or detection in standard drug tests

Major Vice: Solvent Levelling Effect Chemical Reaction Engineering et Placebo Effect (manufacturing), Suicide Tuesdays Levelling Effect (Rolling Tobacco, Oxytocin, Pain Killers, and Hydrocolloids Ecstasy) [Brain Receptors Dealing], Cash Back Program (Buy within 3 days of paycheck for extra Tobacco), Razor-Razor Blade C2C: Streetwear and PC Gaming (Business Model), Popcorn Marketing (Prices) Ecstasy-Opiods Singer-Dealers/Ecstasy-Xanax Producers-Drug Encroachment (Rave Teams), Smurfing-Embezzlement Painting, Cabaret et Burlesque, et Hotel Chains Budgeting, Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account

Grassroots Minor Vice: TRADWAVE Stickers/Shirts and Gum (Trafficking), Vape Smoke Tricks (Sprezzatura), Soundcloud Sharing Group Chats (Raves), Hôtel Chains Budgeting (Financial Forecasting and Budgeting), San Pellegrino Mini Fridge (Chilvary)

Body High Ecstasy Water; (Binding Agent) Microcrystalline Cellulose, Hydrocolloid Water-soluble Proteins, (Potentiation) Grapefruit Powder, (Activating Ingredients) meta-Chlorophenylpiperazine (mCPP), and Alprazolam; New York Minuite: Duds and meta-Chlorophenylpiperazine (mCPP); Fentalogs: acetyl fentanyl, butyryl fentanyl, beta- hydroxythiofentanyl, furanyl fentanyl, 4-fluoroisobutyryl fentanyl, acryl fentanyl, and U-47700; Tablet presses are machines designed to compress pharmaceutical powders and granules into tablets. They must be highly precise in order to create uniform tablets that each contain the same amount of active pharmaceutical ingredients and excipients; Habitants (French: [abitɑ̃]) were French settlers and the inhabitants of French origin who farmed the land along the two shores of the St. Lawrence River and Gulf in what is the present-day Province of Quebec in Canada. The term was used by the inhabitants themselves and the other classes of French Canadian society from the 17th century up until the early 20th century when the usage of the word declined in favour of the more modern agriculteur (farmer) or producteur agricole (agricultural producer). A fragrance wheel [1] also known as aroma wheel, fragrance circle, perfume wheel or smell wheel, is a circular diagram showing the inferred relationships among olfactory groups based upon similarities and differences in their odor.[1] The groups bordering one another are implied to share common olfactory characteristics. Fragrance wheel is frequently used as a classification tool in oenology and perfumery.

Books: Mirror for Princes, Psychology, and Business.

Genome Editing Signature: Diamond Face with Grey Eyes and Blonde Hair, Calcium Blood Overdose for ACTNX Gene and FBN1 Gene for Marfan for Fascia Type IIx Athletes, Sensory Processing Sensitive Brain, with Enzymes; Mutations; and Neurodisorders.

TUXÔN Commercialism Reference Style Nigerian Boxing: A system of Social and economic organization in which financial profit is valued above any other criterion or consideration. 

Training Gear: Focus Mitts, Punching Shield, Reflex Bag, Double End Bag, Heavy Bags, Tire for Pocket Training (one foot in)

Boxing Movement: Aesthetics, Athletics, and Agriculture (Life Drawing Modelling and Tracksuits with Outerwear, Boxing, Agriculture Mediums, Iron Metabolism); Anatomy: For Force-Velocity Curve Replace Power with Elastic for Fascia Type IIx Muscle Fibre with Dynamic Effort Method, Scapular Rings Gymnastics, 200m Isometric-Plyometric, 200m Isometric-Mobility, Isometric-Dynamic Plank, 200m Isometric Stretching, Leucine, Hydrolyzed Collagen, Keto BHB, and Iron Supplements with Lidocaine Numbing Cream and Tramadol Painkiller; Duck, Sheep Dairy, Rabbit, Beans, Spinach, And Potato for Iron Metabolism: Shoulder Roll Brawler: Pocket Fighting and Clinching. Use different Jab and Power Shot Types for Bladed Guard Manipulation for Signature Stance. The shoulder roll is a defensive move in its essence, one you can get to from any position or stance. It allows you to tuck your chin behind your shoulder to avoid your opponent’s punches.  

Boxing Museum: Theatre and Library, Sculpting Modelling (Scapula exercises works Traps and Serratus Anterior), Sculpting Courses, History Exhibit 

Chain Model: Pay-per-view Conglomerate, Magazines with Gyms, Solo Promotion and Teams Demotion Daily Fantasy Sports Rakes and Purses, Boxing Economy Magazines, AgriMediums for Rural Area Commerce, AgInvestors, Life Drawing Modelling and Tracksuits with Outerwear for 1% Class Interaction, British Boxing Museum, Memoir and Documentaries, Brain Donation, Anatomy and Calcium Metabolism Meta-analysis

Decentralized Gambling Economy: Pigou Effect, Corporate-Capital Gains Tax Haven, High Stakes Minimum Buy In, Domestic: Boxing, Retirement: Boat Racing, Residency Program for Tax Benefits

Signature Striking: Start Combos with Power Shots and End with Jabs

Naoya Inoue Influence for West African Shell (Bladed Half Guard): Wide Stance with Weight Forward, Inverted-V Target (Solar Plexus, Liver, Spleen, Obliques) opens Head as a Target, Centerline connection opens Flanks, Multiple Jab Triggers Self Counter Hooks Combo, Front Power Hooks over Jabs for Single Punches, Front Hooks and Front Jabs for Parry High Guard.

Boxing Gym Culture (Surf Culture Reengineering)

Surf culture includes the people, language, fashion, and lifestyle surrounding the sport of surfing. The history of surfing began with the ancient Polynesians. That initial culture directly influenced modern surfing, which began to flourish and evolve in the early 20th century, with its popularity peaking during the 1950s and 1960s (principally in Hawaii, Australia, and California). It has affected music, fashion, literature, film, art, and youth jargon in popular culture. The number of surfers throughout the world continues to increase as the culture spreads. Surfer Magazine was founded in the 1960s when surfing had gained popularity and was the initial voice for surf culture which included environmental activism. Localism or territorialism is a part of the development of surf culture in which individuals or groups of surfers claim certain key surfing spots as their own. Since ancient times among the Native Hawaiians, the appointed kahuna (priest) laid an offering of fish, said prayers, and performed other religious rites by a tree before it was felled to make a surfboard.[12] The ancient Hawaiians believed that the trees they made their surfboards (papa heʻe nalu) from had souls (ʻuhane),[22][23] and used the trunks of koa trees to build them. Their pae poʻo (bodyboards)[24][note 1] as well as kikoʻo and alaia surfboards were made from koa; however, olo, the longest and heaviest surfboards, were made from the lighter and more buoyant wood of the wiliwili, and were used exclusively by the nobility.[25] Heiaus are Hawaiian places of worship where sacrifices were offered, they include actual temples as well as natural objects or features of the landscape. Every activity in Hawaiian culture was associated with a cult devoted to a deity or the activity itself, such as surfing. [26][27] When the ocean was calm and there were no waves to surf, the kahuna lashed the surface of the sea with long strands of beach morning glory (pohuehue) vines and chanted, in unison with the surfers.

Promotion and Regulation: Solo Promotion and Weight Class Teams.

Magazines Owned Gyms as League Franchises: A franchise agreement is a contract under which the franchisor grants the franchisee the right to operate a business, or offer, sell, or distribute goods or services identified or associated with the franchisor's trademark, Ex. 250 Gyms for 5 Magazines 50 per Magazine.

Sculpting Modelling 

Sculpture is a form of artistic expression that involves modelling, sculpting or carving stone, wood or other materials. 

If you enjoy carving or molding figures from clay, metal, marble, or other materials, have excellent artistic talent and a keen imagination (and you played in the mud as a child), a career as a sculptor is for you.

Fine artists, including painters, sculptors*, and illustrators are also called: Artist.

Boxing Physiques can be a Reference for Sculptors. We just do what's need for the piece. Africa have the FARMING too.

No Closed Doors Super Series: Bi-monthly Six Fight Multi Locations Series with Behind the Scenes between Two Boxers

Box Raw Bi-weekly Boxing Economy Newspaper and Monthly Biography Magazine

Box Raw Fashion Label and Equipment

Box Raw Boxing Science Corporate Education

Box Raw Streaming Daily Fantasy Sportsbook (Options Trading Turf Accountant)

Boxing Gloves as Kit Rivals

Target Audience

Gamblers and BioEngineers

Turf Accounting Model

+EV

Python Programming Gaussian Distribution

Exotic Options Trading Live Betting

Parlays Minimum for Round Robins

Daily Fantasy Rakes

Street Culture

Street Food

Street Photography

Street Workout

Café Culture

Children's Street Culture

Block Party

Piccadilly Circus is a road junction and public space of London's West End in the City of Westminster. It was built in 1819 to connect Regent Street with Piccadilly. In this context, a circus, from the Latin word meaning "circle", is a round open space at a street junction.[1]: A street can often serve as the catalyst for the neighborhood's prosperity, culture and solidarity.

Ring Fundamentals Workout

Top position hold: 5 sets of 15 seconds, 30 sec. rest

Ring dip: 5 sets of 8-12 reps, 1 min. rest

Reverse row sit-back: 5 sets of 10-15 reps, 1 min. rest

Tuck/L-sit: 5 sets of 15 seconds, 30 sec. rest

Ring chin-up or pull-up: 5 sets of 8-12 reps, 1 min. rest

Dynamic/Isometric Superset Workout

Ring dip: 6-8 reps of dip, with a 15-sec. top position hold in between each rep. Do this for 5 sets with 1 min. rest between sets.

Reverse row sit-back: 6 to 8 reps with a 15-sec. tuck/L-sit in between each rep. Do this for 5 sets with 1 minute of rest between sets.

Ring chin-up or pull-up: 5 sets of 8 to 12 reps, with 1 minute of rest between sets.

Street Culture

Street Food

Street Photography

Street Workout

Café Culture

Children's Street Culture

Block Party

Bloor Street: A street can often serve as the catalyst for the neighborhood's prosperity, culture and solidarity.

Urban Fiction (Crime Newspaper Articles, Movies, TV Series) Caleb's Rise International Film Festival Genre: Street Literature Henriad Shakespeare Adaptation Thrillers.

Spiritual Catalyst: Djembe; Tammas; Bougarabou 808s Melody, Cinnamon Coffee-Tobacco, English Style Battered Scallops-Basil Potatoes, Mineral Water, Chlorophyll, Leucine-Creatine-Keto BHB-Hydrolyzed Collagen, Musk-Tobacco Fragrances, Cucumber-Coconut Milk Shea Butter Hyaluronic Acid Cosmetics, Money, Machine Pistols, Technology, Parties, Wool-Sheep Dairy, Modafinil-Painkillers-Iced Tea Promethazine Codeine, and Sports Betting.

MODAFINIL, PAINKILLERS, AND PROMETHAZINE CODEINE

Religious Ecstacy: Entheogens are psychedelic drugs—and sometimes certain other psychoactive substances—used for engendering spiritual development or otherwise in sacred contexts; Mu Recptor-Norpinephine Prescription Meds Ecstacy. The poet syndrome: opiates, psychosis and creativity L Rauch. J Psychoactive Drugs. 2000 Jul-Sep. For some people, heroin is a self-medicating tool used to control innate psychic sensitivity. The habitual use of heroin provides the sensitive addict with a definition of consciousness by containment, psychic buffering, and psychic marking. This article is an examination of the political and social history of opiates, opiates as antipsychotics, "drug of choice" as a determinant of self-medication, and the connection between creativity, spirituality, psychosis and addiction. Using clinical observation, the article explores the poet syndrome hypothesis and offers direction for an alternative drug treatment paradigm. Personality disorders and particularly antisocial personality disorders (APD) are quite frequent in opioid-dependent subjects. They show various personality traits: high neuroticism, high impulsivity, higher extraversion than the general population. Previous studies have reported that some but not all personality traits improved with treatment. In a previous study, we found a low rate of APD in a French population of opioid-dependent subjects. For this reason, we evaluated personality traits at intake and during maintenance treatment with methadone. Methods - The form A of the Eysenck Personality Inventory (EPI) was given to opioid addicts at intake and after 6 and 12 months of methadone treatment. Results - 134 subjects (96 males and 38 females) took the test at intake, 60 completed 12 months of treatment. After 12 months, the EPI Neuroticism (N) and the Extraversion-introversion (E) scale scores decreased significantly. The N score improved in the first 6 months, while the E score improved only during the second 6 months of treatment. Compared to a reference group of French normal controls, male and female opioid addicts showed high N and E scores. Demographic data and EPI scores of patients who stayed in treatment for 12 months did not differ significantly from those of dropouts (n=23). Patients with a history of suicide attempts (SA) started to use heroin at an earlier age and they showed a higher E score and a tendency for a higher N score at intake. Discussion - The two personality dimensions of the EPI changed during MMT, and the N score converged towards the score of normal controls. Opioid addicts differ from normal controls mostly in their N score. The EPI did not help to differentiate 12-month completers from dropouts. Higher E scores in patients with an SA history might reflect a higher impulsivity, which has been linked to suicidality in other patient groups.

Region: Port Tuxôn; Bas-Sassandra District (French: District du Bas-Sassandra; [ba.sa.sɑ̃d.ʁa], "Lower Sassandra") is one of fourteen administrative districts of Ivory Coast. The district is located in the southwest part of the country. The capital of the district is San-Pédro. The district was created in a 2011 administrative reorganisation of the subdivisions of Ivory Coast.[3] Its territory is composed of the former region of Bas-Sassandra with the addition of the department of Fresco, which was transferred from the region of Sud-Bandama.[4] Yonge–Dundas Square, or Dundas Square is a public square at the southeast corner of the intersection of Yonge Street and Dundas Street East in Downtown Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Designed by Brown and Storey Architects, the square was conceived in 1997 as part of revitalizing the intersection.[2][3] Since its completion in 2002, the square has hosted many public events, performances and art displays, establishing itself as a prominent landmark in Toronto and one of the city's prime tourist attractions. Central to the Downtown Yonge entertainment and shopping district, the square is owned by the city and is the first public square in Canada to be maintained through a public–private partnership.[4] The intersection is one of the busiest in Canada, with over 100,000 people crossing the city's first pedestrian scramble daily.[5][6][7] Surrounding the square are other major landmarks, including the Toronto Eaton Centre, Ed Mirvish Theatre, and the Citytv building. The square is accessible from the Toronto subway at Dundas station and is connected to Path, Toronto's underground pedestrian walkway. The square is continuously illuminated by large billboard screens and corporate logos, which has led to comparison of the square with Times Square in New York City, Shibuya Crossing in Tokyo, and Piccadilly Circus in London.[8][9] A marina (from Spanish [maˈɾina], Portuguese [mɐˈɾinɐ] and Italian [maˈriːna]: "related to the sea") is a dock or basin with moorings and supplies for yachts and small boats. A marina differs from a port in that a marina does not handle large passenger ships or cargo from freighters. Marine architecture is the design of architectural and engineering structures which support coastal design, near-shore and off-shore or deep-water planning for many projects such as shipyards, ship transport, coastal management or other marine and/or hydroscape activities. These structures include harbors, lighthouses, marinas, oil platforms, offshore drillings, accommodation platforms and offshore wind farms, floating engineering structures and building architectures or civil seascape developments. Floating structures in deep water may use suction caisson for anchoring.[1][2][3][4][5]

Boxing/Ballet Mecca

Trafalgar Square (/trəˈfælɡər/ trə-FAL-gər) is a public square in the City of Westminster, Central London, established in the early 19th century around the area formerly known as Charing Cross. The square's name commemorates the Battle of Trafalgar, the British naval victory in the Napoleonic Wars over France and Spain that took place on 21 October 1805 off the coast of Cape Trafalgar. The Monte Carlo Casino, officially named Casino de Monte-Carlo, is a gambling and entertainment complex located in Monaco. It includes a casino, the Opéra de Monte-Carlo, and the office of Les Ballets de Monte-Carlo.[1]

Trafalgar Square but Casino de Monte Carlo Boxing Buildings/Museums and Statues with a Ballet Drumming Orchestra Opera House.

S-1 TALK

Laws of Power, Strategies of War, and Laws of Human Nature By Robert Greene

Law 1: Never Outshine the Master: Ensure that those above you always feel superior. Go out of your way to make your bosses look better and feel smarter than anyone else. Everyone is insecure, but an insecure boss can retaliate more strongly than others can.

Law 2: Never Put too Much Trust in Friends, Learn How to Use Enemies: Keep a close eye on your friends — they get envious and will undermine you. If you co-opt an enemy, he’ll be more loyal than a friend because he’ll try harder to prove himself worthy of your trust.

Strategy 1: Do Not Fight the Last War: The Guerrilla-War-of-the-Mind Strategy: What most often weighs you down and brings you misery is the past, in the form of unnecessary attachments, repetitions of tired formulas, and the memory of old victories and defeats. You must consciously wage war against the past and force yourself to react to the present moment. Never take it for granted that your past successes will continue into the future.

Strategy 2: Segment Your Forces: The Controlled-Chaos Strategy; Speed and adaptability are critical elements in war, and come from flexible organization. Decentralize your army, segment into teams, and let go a little to gain mobility. Give your different corps clear missions that fit your strategic goals, then let them accomplish them as they see fit.

Law #3: People Can Be Influenced: We all need our self-image confirmed because we know it’s not always objectively accurate. We tend to like and listen to the people who validate us.

Law #4: People Wear Masks: We all display a persona, or a mask, that pumps up our positive qualities and shows ourselves in the best light. However, it’s not always easy to hide our true natures—while we have good control of our words, we don’t always have good control of our body language and nonverbal cues

Law #8: People’s Individuality Is Overpowered by Groups: When we’re in groups, everyone else’s emotions affect us and potentially provoke us into doing things we wouldn’t do alone.

Law #9: People Are Influenced by Their Generation: Everyone belongs to at least one group—their generation. Generational values are shaped by world events that took place during the generation’s coming-of-age years and the inevitable conflict with other generations.

Instrumental aggression refers to aggressive behavior meant to achieve a specific goal. Unlike other types of aggression, the behavior is not due to anger or other emotion but rather a calculated means to an end. Instrumental aggression is similar to bullying but with a specific, manipulative purpose.

SOCIO-TRUST FUND NIGERIAN BANKS

Age 16-19

Bond Funds 

Farmland REITS

CFDS

Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account 

Age 20-30

Farmland Recession Proof Stocks (Cosmetics, AgTech, Ag ETFS, AgETN)

Incubator and Startup Accelerators

Real Estate Joint Ventures 

Age 30-40

Farmland Blue Chip Indexes w/ Credit Spread Options

Tunnel Strategy (Offshore Banking)

Purpose: Permanent Residency Card

$250k Deposit

$125k: 60/40 portfolio, 60% Fixed Income & REITs and 40% Blue Chip Stocks 

$50k: Guaranteed Investment Certificates (GICs) and term deposits are secured investments. This means that you get back the amount you invest at the end of your term. The key difference between a GIC and a term deposit is the length of the term. Term deposits generally have shorter terms than GICs.

$75k: Spending Cash

Tax System

Commonwealth of Dominica has initiated legislation that facilitates the creation of offshore corporations, trusts, and foundations, providing tax-friendly and privacy-protected offshore banking services.

Taxes on profits of offshore companies are generally in the range of 0% to 5.5%, and the tax rate decreases as the profits earned increase.

A business cluster is a geographic concentration of interconnected businesses, suppliers, and associated institutions in a particular field. Clusters are considered to increase the productivity with which companies can compete, nationally and globally. Accounting is a part of the business cluster.[1][2] In urban studies, the term agglomeration is used.[3] Clusters are also important aspects of strategic management. Geographical cluster – as stated above e.g. the California wine cluster[12] or the flower cluster between Rotterdam and Amsterdam in the Netherlands.[13] Sectoral clusters (a cluster of businesses operating together from within the same commercial sector e.g. marine (south east England; Cowes and now Solent) and photonics (Aston Science Park, Birmingham)) Horizontal cluster (interconnections between businesses at a sharing of resources level e.g. knowledge management, machinery, lab and test tools, material supply, professional employment) Factor endowment clusters – They are created because a comparative advantage they might have linked to a geographical position. For example, wine production clusters because of sunny regions surrounded by mountains, where good grapes can grow. This is like certain areas in France such as Burgundy and Champagne, as well as Lombardy, Spain, Chile and California. Low-cost manufacturing clusters – These clusters have typically emerged in developing countries within particular industries, such as automotive production, electronics, or textiles. Examples include electronics clusters in Mexico (e.g. Guadalajara) and Argentina (e.g. Córdoba). Cluster firms typically serve clients in developed countries. Drivers of cluster emergence include availability of low-cost labor, geographical proximity to clients (e.g. in the case of Mexico for U.S. clients; Eastern Europe for Western European clients).[17] Hubs and nodes is a geographic model explaining how linked regions can cooperate to fulfill elements of an industry's value chain and collectively gain sufficient mass to drive innovation growth. In economics, a network effect (also called network externality or demand-side economies of scale) is the phenomenon by which the value or utility a user derives from a good or service depends on the number of users of compatible products. The model of hubs and nodes builds on Porter's cluster model which served well in the past, but as businesses and regions around the world have adjusted to the realities of globalization, the concept of clusters is becoming outdated. In the late 1990s, the Seoul Metropolitan Government in South Korea developed the Digital Media City (DMC), a 135-acre complex, four miles outside of the city's central business district in the Sangam-dong district. With Seoul's rapidly growing cluster of multi-media, IT, and entertainment industries, the Digital Media City, through its vibrant agglomeration, helped to promote these industries and companies whose core business required use of information, communication, and media technologies. DMC grew and prospered as a global business environment, raising Seoul as an east-Asian hub of commerce. The cluster of its digital media-related, high-tech firms spawned partnerships which in turn leveraged both human and social capital in the area. Eventually, DMC fed the innovation of more than 10,000 small-scale Internet, game, and telecommunication firms located in Seoul.[20]

Nigerian naira

Commodity De Facto Currency: Cash Crops Plantation/Rural Economics and Raw Materials Economic 

Coffee-Belmont Livre De Facto Currency: BEL/HLV Currency Pair, Currency Basket to Stabilize Buyers and Sellers, Coffee-Tobacco Soil Peg, Coffee-Tobacco Plantation, Currency Board NO Central Bank

Banque Habitants 

To provide a ballpark estimate, the cost range for a new bank or credit union can range from $2 million to $5 million, depending on size and many other variables. Use the guide we've created below to explore the cost breakdown of each component of a new facility.

Mercantilism, Market Extension Mergers (Infrastructure for Resources), Commodities Options Exchanges, Farmland Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account, Student Credit Cards, Coastal Belt, Conserved Péninsule,

Clients: 

Open-pit Mines in with: large-scale alluvial and coastal mining

Ghana has three major geographic regions—coastal, forest, and northern savanna—the boundaries of which are not always clearly defined. By far the smallest of the regions, the coastal zone is traditionally a region of fishermen and small-scale farmers.

La Suite System: Real Estate as a Catalyst for Commodities Options Exchanges 

Location: 

Territorial cartels distribute districts of the market to be used only by individual participants, which act as monopolists.

Selling or buying cartels unite against the cartel's customers or suppliers, respectively. The former type is more frequent than the latter.

Standardization cartels implement common standards for sold or purchased products. If the members of a cartel produce different sorts or grades of a good, conversion factors are applied to calculate the value of the respective output.

Tuxôn Masculinity: Live Like Your Farther is Dead (Man of the House), Live like you are responsible for someone else while taking care of your wellbeing, Budget & Forecasting Finances, Keystone Habits (One Habit that adds multiple habits), Stretch Goals and Micro Goals, Pescatarian Potato Gastronomy, Contrast Training, and use Potential Psychology. "Having a son is like planting a tree. You need to let it grow and have it's own shadow!" — Tuxôn

Mercantilism Spectrum of CDF/NGN

CDF Raw Materials and CFA Products. (Prices); CDF Holding Company and CFA Conglomerate Company. (Equity and Dividend Yield); CDF is Gold Standard and CFA is Helicopter Money. (FX Rate/Hedging); CDF Helicopter Money [Supplier Currency] and CFA as Purchasing Power [Consumer Currency] (Currency Union & Currency Board and Negative Interest Rates); CDF is Congolese Franc and CFA is Central African Fran

Culinary linguistics, a sub-branch of applied linguistics, is the study of food and language across various interdisciplinary fields such as linguistic, anthropology, sociolinguistics, and consumption politics and globalisation.[1]

Competitive Cooking Gambling

Cooking Shows as Leagues

Verb Groups

Gastronomy Trends Marketing Teams

TUXÔN d’Or as Organization

Habitant Conservation Film Festival

Restaurant Clientel Grocery Stores

Cook Book based Libraries

Bocuse d’Or Qualifiers

Agriculture Festivals: Wool and Wine

Sporting Event Gastronomy

Nutritional Biochemistry Learning Show

Farmland Stock Simulators

Agronomics School

Pescatarian Gastronomy School

Agriculture Central Hedge Fund, Mining Unions, Peninsula Agronomique Engineering, Commodities Options Exchange (Credit Spread Options, Farm REITs, Crop Production; Fertelizers and Seeds; Equipment; Distribution and Processing Stocks, Ag ETFs and ETNs, Ag Mutual Funds), Tableau Économiques, Investments Farms REITs, Art Financing Carnival.

MY CRICKET

Ninety–90 Bash, also known as the 90/90 is an upcoming annual franchise-based 90-ball cricket league in the United Arab Emirates.[1] It will be slightly shorter than The Hundred which is a 100-ball cricket format founded by the England and Wales Cricket Board (ECB). Chaguanas has also been a hub for Indo-Trinidadian and Tobagonian culture and even the broader Indo-Caribbean culture.

Evening Cricket, Sports Betting Team Purse (20% to teams) and Short Form of Cricket Ninety–90 Bash Network: Trinidad and Tobago West Indies, Mumbai, Dubai, and Sri Lanka

Cricket System for Hawala Athletes: Entertainment District Stadiums, Maritime Corruption, Sin Stocks Investment Trust (Pharmaceuticals; Arms; Cannabis; Sportsbook; Entertainment District Quarterly Gross Revenue Rental Properties), and Kinaesthetic Learner Activities away from Cricket.

Trixie and Jersey Sales: Craftsmanship, Commercialism, Commerce, Cash-Conversion-Cycle, and Medium of Exchange.

Poaching for Bowlers: Jersey Sale Money, Purse Money added to my Contract, and 15-25 demographics Endorsements 

CRICKET BOWLING

Swing bowling is a technique used for bowling in the sport of cricket. Practitioners are known as swing bowlers. Swing bowling is generally classed as a subtype of fast bowling.

Bodyline, also known as fast leg theory bowling, was a cricketing tactic devised by the English cricket team for their 1932–33 Ashes tour of Australia. It was designed to combat the extraordinary batting skill of Australia's leading batsman, Don Bradman. A bodyline delivery was one in which the cricket ball was bowled at pace, aimed at the body of the batsman in the expectation that when he defended himself with his bat, a resulting deflection could be caught by one of several fielders deliberately placed nearby on the leg side.

STREET CULTURE CRICKET

Slang: Sub Verbs Linguistics Arts Touch-Accuracy Cricket Street Game

Cricket System for Trapping Athletes: Entertainment District Stadiums, Maritime Corruption, Sin Stocks Investment Trust, and Kinaesthetic Learner Activities away from Cricket. Craftsmanship, Commercialism, Commerce, Cash-Conversion-Cycle, and Medium of Exchange.

Spiritual: Tutlery Deity Cricket Ancestry Invocation, Spiritual Baptist Cricket Spirit, Shaman King Athletics, Full Star Pluto with Gemini Mercury Winged Deity

Adult Entertainment: Caribbean Sports Betting

Video Game: Arcade Pinball Style Video Game with Bembé Rhythm Soundtrack

Food: Rum Mango Lassi Stadium Drink, Fish Fritters and Samosa-Naan Food Trucks

PROGRAM

Stroke Play: Vertical-bat or straight-bat shots can be played off either the front foot or the back foot depending upon the anticipated height of the ball at the moment it reaches the batter. The characteristic position of the bat is a vertical alignment at the point of contact. Vertical-bat shots are typically played with the batter's head directly above the point of contact so he is able to accurately judge the line of the ball. At this point, the bat can either be stationary and facing straight back down the wicket – known as a block or defensive shot; angled to one side – known as a glance or deflection; or travelling forwards towards the bowler – known as a drive.

Googly Bowling: Swing bowling is a technique used for bowling in the sport of cricket. Practitioners are known as swing bowlers. Swing bowling is generally classed as a subtype of fast bowling. Bodyline, also known as fast leg theory bowling, was a cricketing tactic devised by the English cricket team for their 1932–33 Ashes tour of Australia. It was designed to combat the extraordinary batting skill of Australia's leading batsman, Don Bradman. A bodyline delivery was one in which the cricket ball was bowled at pace, aimed at the body of the batsman in the expectation that when he defended himself with his bat, a resulting deflection could be caught by one of several fielders deliberately placed nearby on the leg side. In cricket, a dismissal occurs when a batter's innings is brought to an end by the opposing team. Other terms used are the batter being out, the batting side losing a wicket, and the fielding side taking a wicket. The ball becomes dead (meaning that no further runs can be scored off that delivery), and the dismissed batter must leave the field of play for the rest of their team's innings, to be replaced by a team-mate. A team's innings ends if ten of the eleven team members are dismissed. Players bat in pairs so, when only one batter remains who can be not out, it is not possible for the team to bat any longer. This is known as dismissing or bowling out the batting team, who are said to be all out. To grip the ball for a leg-spinning delivery, the ball is placed into the palm with the seam parallel to the palm. The first two fingers then spread and grip the ball, and the third and fourth fingers close together and rest against the side of the ball. The first bend of the third finger should grasp the seam. The thumb resting against the side is up to the bowler, but should impart no pressure. When the ball is bowled, the third finger will apply most of the spin. The wrist is cocked as it comes down by the hip, and the wrist moves sharply from right to left as the ball is released, adding more spin. The ball is tossed up to provide flight. The batter will see the back of the hand when the ball is released. An alternative grip is to hold the ball in the thumb, index finger and middle finger. The finger-print of both the thumb and index finger rest on the seam, as does the first bend of the middle finger. Together with rotation of the wrist, the index and middle fingers are involved in imparting spin on the ball and can achieve a very high number of revolutions.

Flow Aesthetic over Playing Style: 4 Runs Vertical Bat and Power Bowling

Cricket Physique: Contrast Training (Isometric-Plyometic Cardio & Kettlebell and Gymnastics Rings Isometric-Mobility), Vo2 Max Swimming, with Force Velocity Curve; Genome Editing: FBN1, ACTNX Calcium Metabolism, MSTN Gene, ACE Gene, and Sensory Processing Sensitive Brain ESTJ)

Extra: Showerbrush Method with Cucumber and Sebum Control: Conditioner, Bar Soap, Facial, Bar Soap. Cosmetic Application: Bronzer Sunscreen Coconut milk and Shea Butter, Aftershave Body splash, Fragrance Equipment: Durag, Wave Brush, Bottom Grillz;

ENTREPÔT NAVY MARTINIQUAIS (FRENCH ANTILLES) NOUCHI DIASPORA

Food Scents in Indo-Caribbean and NOUCHI Gastronomy Olfactory Arts: Mango, Coconut, Cucumber, Sheep Dairy, Herbal Ghee Mollusk, Garlic-Ginger, Dark Roast Coffee, Dark Chocolate, Cinnamon, Vanilla, and Molasses

Cabinda also produces hardwoods, coffee, cacao, rubber, and palm oil products; however, petroleum production accounts for most of Cabinda's domestic product.

Port Royal, Martinique Sister Cities: Antwerp, Belgium, Saint Pedro, Bas-Sassandra, Côte d'Ivoire; Boma, Cabinda, Angola; République Démocratique du Congo; St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador; Le Havre, Normandy/Marseille-Caanes, Port Alpes Côte d'Azur, France

Bancassurance is a relationship between a bank and an insurance company[1] that is aimed at offering insurance products or insurance benefits to the bank's customers. In this partnership, bank staff and tellers become the point of sale and point of contact for the customer. Bank staff are advised and supported by the insurance company through wholesale product information, marketing campaigns and sales training. The bank and the insurance company share the commission. Insurance policies are processed and administered by the insurance company.

The staple right, also translated stacking right or storage right, both from the Dutch stapelrecht, was a medieval right accorded to certain ports, the staple ports. It required merchant barges or ships to unload their goods at the port and to display them for sale for a certain period, often three days. Only after that option had been given to local customers were traders allowed to reload their cargo and travel onwards with the remaining unsold freight.[1][2]

Gross national product accounts for its citizen’s productions both within and outside its borders. This figure then subtracts income earned by foreign residents within the country. By contrast, gross domestic product measures the production of goods and services made within a country’s borders by both citizens and foreign residents overall.

Marseille or Marseilles (French: Marseille; Provençal Occitan: Marselha; see below) is the prefecture of the French department of Bouches-du-Rhône and of the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur region. Situated in the Provence region of southern France, it is located on the coast of the Gulf of Lion, part of the Mediterranean Sea, near the mouth of the Rhône river. A resident of Marseille is a Marseillais.

Tidjane Thiam (French: [tidʒan tiam];[1][2] born 29 July 1962) is an Ivorian and French businessman, and the executive chairman of Freedom Acquisition Corp.[3] He was the chief executive officer (CEO) of Swiss bank Credit Suisse from March 2015 to February 2020. He was the chief financial officer of British banking group Prudential from 2007 to 2009, and then its CEO until 2015. In 2019, Thiam became a member of the International Olympic Committee (IOC).[4][5][6]

João Manuel Gonçalves Lourenço GColIH (born 5 March 1954) is an Angolan politician who has served as the 3rd president of Angola since 26 September 2017.[4] Previously, he was Minister of Defence from 2014 to 2017. In September 2018, he became the Chairman of the People's Movement for the Liberation of Angola (MPLA), the ruling party. He was the party's Secretary-General from 1998 to 2003.

Serge Letchimy (French pronunciation: [sɛʁʒ lɛtʃimi]; born 13 January 1953) is the President of the Executive Council of Martinique and former member of the National Assembly of France. He represents the island of Martinique's 3rd constituency since June 2007, and is a member of The Socialists and affiliated parliamentary group. Letchimy is a member of the Martinican Progressive Party (PPM), or Parti progressiste martiniquais. He was the successor of Aimé Césaire as Mayor of Fort de France from 2001 to 2010 and was the final President of the Regional Council of Martinique from 26 March 2010 until its replacement by the Assembly of Martinique in December 2015.[1]

Capricornus is one of the 88 modern constellations, and was also one of the 48 constellations listed by the 2nd century astronomer Claudius Ptolemy. Its old astronomical symbol is  (♑︎). Under its modern boundaries it is bordered by Aquila, Sagittarius*, Microscopium, Piscis Austrinus, and Aquarius*. The constellation is located in an area of sky called the Sea or the Water, consisting of many water-related constellations such as Aquarius, Pisces and Eridanus. It is the smallest constellation in the zodiac. (Sky God R'ad Angel)*

The French West Indies or French Antilles (French: Antilles françaises, [ɑ̃tij fʁɑ̃sɛːz]; Antillean Creole: Antiy fwansé) are the parts of France located in the Antilles islands of the Caribbean:

The two overseas departments of:

Guadeloupe, including the islands of Basse-Terre, Grande-Terre, Les Saintes, Marie-Galante, and La Désirade.

Martinique

The two overseas collectivities of:

Saint Martin, the northern half of the island with the same name, the southern half is Sint Maarten, a constituent country of the Kingdom of the Netherlands.

Saint Barthélemy

Metallurgy Purchasing Matrix Business Cluster Entrepôt with Mineral Water Exclusive Economic Zone (EEZ)

Regions: Fragrance and Cosmetics Artisanal Plantation, Cash Crops, open-pit-large-scale alluvial and coastal Mining, and Technology Farming

Real Estate Urban Economics: Urban Coastal City Slum and Marina

Port Economics: Coastal City; Urban Brooklyn; County Line Trafficking Coastal City Slum Lords Bay Area

Funding: Naval Local Government

County Line Trafficking: Homestead and Artist Residency

Education: Trade School for Mining, Tile Cutting, and Fishing

Indo-Caribbean Gastronomy: Coconut Flakes Rice, Coconut Cream, Coconut Curry Yogurt Rice Pudding/Mollusk Sauce

Antillanité is a literary and political movement developed in the 1960s that stresses the creation of a specific West Indian identity out of a multiplicity of ethnic and cultural elements.

Subsistence Cashew: Subsistence agriculture occurs when farmers grow food crops to meet the needs of themselves and their families on smallholdings. Subsistence agriculturalists target farm output for survival and for mostly local requirements, with little or no surplus. The Anacardiaceae, commonly known as the cashew family[1] or sumac family, are a family of flowering plants, including about 83 genera with about 860 known species.[2] Members of the Anacardiaceae bear fruits that are drupes and in some cases produce urushiol, an irritant. The Anacardiaceae include numerous genera, several of which are economically important, notably cashew (in the type genus Anacardium), mango, Chinese lacquer tree, yellow mombin, Peruvian pepper, poison ivy, poison oak, sumac, smoke tree, marula and cuachalalate. The genus Pistacia (which includes the pistachio and mastic tree) is now included, but was previously placed in its own family, the Pistaciaceae.[3]

Café — French Cheese Garlic Onion-Mushroom Culinary Linguistics (Rugxé)

Café — Rugxé Linguistics 

Goûter: Buttermilk, Whipping Cream, and Rugxé 

Lunch: Cigarillos and Dark Roast Coffee undertones of Molasses, Dark Chocolate, Cinnamon

Dinner: Rugxé Crustless Quiche, Rugxé Pomme Purée, and Rugxé Patty Melts

Sense: Umami or Goûter

Cinq au Cinq Linguistics 5x5 Cooking: Colors, Scents, Cooking Methods, Senses, and Flavors (Five Spot for Top 5 Ingredients/Methods)

Phonology: X Vowel Harmony, Soft Rs, Norrow and Long Lips

Larousse Linguistics: Rugxé under Stewing, Sautée, or Bouquet Garni

Pedagogy, most commonly understood as the approach to teaching, is the theory and practice of learning, and how this process influences, and is influenced by, the social, political, and psychological development of learners.

FOREIGN DIRECT INTERVENTION (GUERILLA NAVY INFRASTRUCTURE)

A navy, naval force, military maritime fleet, war navy, or maritime force is the branch of a nation's armed forces principally designated for naval and amphibious warfare; namely, lake-borne, riverine, littoral, or ocean-borne combat operations and related functions. It includes anything conducted by surface ships, amphibious ships, submarines, and seaborne aviation, as well as ancillary support, communications, training, and other fields.

The strategic offensive role of a navy is projection of force into areas beyond a country's shores (for example, to protect sea-lanes, deter or confront piracy, ferry troops, or attack other navies, ports, or shore installations). The strategic defensive purpose of a navy is to frustrate seaborne projection-of-force by enemies. The strategic task of the navy also may incorporate nuclear deterrence by use of submarine-launched ballistic missiles. Naval operations can be broadly divided between riverine and littoral applications (brown-water navy),

Naval operations can be broadly divided between riverine and littoral applications (brown-water navy), open-ocean applications (blue-water navy), and something in between (green-water navy), although these distinctions are more about strategic scope than tactical or operational division.

FX NEGATIVE INTEREST RATE ENTREPÔT CURRENCY

Cash crops are agricultural crops that are planted for the purpose of selling on the market or for export to make profit, as distinguished from subsistence crops planted for the purpose of self-supply of the farmer (like livestock feeding or food for the family).

A commodity index is an index that tracks the price and returns on a basket of commodities. These indexes are often accessible for investing through mutual funds or exchange traded funds (ETFs). Many investors who want access to the commodities market without entering the futures market decide to invest in commodity index funds.

A de facto currency is a unit of money that is not legal tender in a country but is treated as such by most of the populace. The United States dollar and the European Union euro are the most common de facto currencies.

The franc was the currency of Martinique until 2002.

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𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝?

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.5k

𝙖/𝙣: anonnie, i'm so sorry...i've been through the same and it isn't easy...but im so proud of you for making it as far as you did and we'll do it together <3

𝙩/𝙬: changbin is insecure about a lot of things, unheathy methods, fainting and nutrient deficiency, jealousy, sadness, crying, etc.

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and hyunjin

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @r00ni1

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM DO I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS UGLY. THIS IS JUST FICTION AND IS NOT MEANT TO RESEMBLE REAL LIFE PEOPLE!!! I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS ONE OF THE PRETTIEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER SET EYES ON AND I STAND BY THAT!!!

“AGH! Stop that!” Changbin hissed, slapping Hyunjin’s hand away from his skin. 

Binnie scolded himself for wearing a tank top yet again. He just never learned from his mistakes. 

He was just trying to speak with the other members, but Hyunjin decided to bother him by sticking his fingers into his upper ribs, near his armpits. 

Every shriek the younger earned only increased his need to hear more of them, but Hyunjin got his share of karma soon enough. 

“Rank every member by how ticklish they are?! Oh, that sounds like fun!” Chan smirked evilly, everyone’s eyes moving to either Hyunjin or a certain maknae bread. 

“Okay, so Hyunjin and Jeongin are tied for first.” Minho started, humming while he thought. “Then Hannie, definitely.”

Jisung started coughing, a blush appearing on his face. Lino thought for a few more moments before speaking again. 

“Then it should be Lixie or Chan hyung.”

At once, loud arguments broke out. Both Chan and Felix started shouting at the same time and Minho yelled for them to stop. 

“There’s no way you’re less ticklish than me and Lixie!” Chan protested, Felix nodding his head with an offended look. 

“But-!” Lino tried to defend himself, but it didn’t work out in the end. 

So next on the list was Minho. 

“NOW it’s you two.” Lino commented quickly before anyone had a chance to tease him because of his position in the top three. 

Everyone agreed. “Oooh, I can’t decide between Seungmin and Changbin!” Minho groaned, thinking as hard as he could. 

Meanwhile, both mentioned members started to flush deeply, glancing at each other in embarrassment. 

“Let’s have a vote!” Jeongin proposed, and everyone quickly agreed. 

“Who votes for Seungmin hyung?” Jeongin asked, putting his own hand up. 

Surprisingly, everyone agreed, including Seungmin himself, that he was most probably more ticklish than Changbin. 

Changbin grinned happily as everyone else began to tease each other, excluding him. 

So there he was, at the bottom of the list. At the moment, it seemed great to Changbin.  

Nobody could tease him considering they were higher on the list. 

But as Changbin learned, it wasn’t always the best in every case. 

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Changbin groaned as he flexed again in the mirror. He has been working so hard in the gym, yet he was unable, in his opinion, to improve his body for their upcoming performance. 

He hadn’t changed at all, and he was sure that STAY’s would hate him for it. 

[NOT TRUE AT ALL HE’S SO FUCKING PRETTYYY]

His mind began to flash with all the things they would call him. ‘The least popular member AND the least improved?’

Binnie swore that he would break down crying if he thought anymore, so he walked off to try and distract himself. 

Minho walked by him in the kitchen, squeezing his belly playfully. It was meant to be a show of affection, but at the moment, Changbin started overthinking, believing that Minho was teasing him. 

His eyes welled up, and he blinked rapidly to extinguish the tears before they threatened to drop. 

Lino, however, had noticed the rapper’s empty response to his affection, especially at something that would normally earn him at least a giggle. 

It was all over when dinner happened, and Changbin was already out of it, leaving the members to believe something was wrong. 

They tried with their greatest efforts to involve him in their conversations, believing that he felt left out and lonely, but the only fruit of their efforts were empty replies and few-word responses. 

After some concerned glances at each other, Jeongin decided it lighten up the mood by prodding Binnie’s ribs twice, earning quiet squeaks and jolts. 

After that, all the members began to coo and giggle at him, smiling at him and playing with his hands to try and cheer him up. 

At the show of affection, Changbin’s cheeks flushed a rosy color, and the once dimmed sparkles returned to his eyes. 

“Binnieee! You look so cute blushing for us, do it some more?~” Chan teased. 

“Our chubby, cute Changbinnieee~” Hyunjin giggled, squishing at the boy’s cheeks. 

Changbin’s mind only caught onto one word. He had tried so hard to distract himself from it, but his overthinking returned as his mind began to spiral uncomfortably. ‘Chubby.’

The other members must have noticed that he blanked out, because he suddenly snapped back to reality and heard multiple concerned voices calling his name. 

Changbin smiled and excused himself, locking himself in his room the first moment he got. 

The other members sat in silence, staring at his untouched plate of food and empty glass of water, wondering what they did wrong. 

Over the next few days, the dorm was uncomfortably silent, the once loud and cheery dwaekki now practically living at the gym, not coming home even to eat proper meals, though Chan noticed their box of protein powder and electrolyte packets getting considerably lighter. 

Changbin still spoke to the members, however his flame had distinguished and his smiles seemed more strained, and the rapper had now seemed to be struggling to keep himself upright. 

The others had constantly tried to get him to take better care of himself, even taking it to the point of where they tried to force meals into his throat. 

It only barely worked, and now the members had even less time due to comeback schedules. 

Minho and Chan started to take tolls on their health too, and small worry creases began to form on their faces. 

In general, the group had no time for breaks, and when they weren’t performing, they barely saw Changbin at all. 

The members started to dearly miss the happy, responsible rapper, considering he was their light during all the hardships of comeback season. 

But once, they got a break, and was ordered by the company to stay within the building. 

The members shuffled awkwardly into the dorm, the energy changing since they realized that it would be the first time together in the dorm in a long period of time. 

Everybody ate quietly, and soon enough, Hyunjin couldn’t handle it anymore. “What happened here?” He scoffed sarcastically. 

He quickly stuck his fingers up Jisung’s shirt, earning a high pitched yelp. 

Quick as lighting, the group was back, talking to each other, grinning in happiness. 

After dinner, they battled the maknae down onto the couch and went to town, releasing all their stress through their tickling fingers. 

Jeongin was screaming, out of breath and begging as Changbin quietly held his arms down, smiling when the maknae looked at him with teary, pleading eyes. 

A sudden surge of jealousy suddenly struck the unprepared rapper, who flushed as he watched all the member’s fingers wiggling onto the youngest’s worst spots. 

Ever since the day they had ranked themselves in the list, Changbin noticed a considerable difference in the amount he got tickled, noticing the others always getting each other and not him. 

He started to realize that maybe it was because he ranked so low, because they wanted someone with better reactions, someone who was more ticklish. 

Insecurity flashed before his eyes, and his chest hurt as he tried to hold back his tears for the umpteenth time that week. 

Changbin hadn’t even realized that he had let go of the maknae’s arms, and that the others had been staring at him. 

Changbin’s vision went blurry, and his stomach cried out again for food, but yet again he shoved the feelings down as he reached for his water bottle. 

After determining that it was empty, he stood up to refill it, and regretted it as dark and white spots swam in his vision.

Binnie stumbled backwards, startling the others as they reached out to catch him. 

“Hyung? Are you okay?” Hannie gasped, noticing the older stumbling over himself. 

Felix immediately stood up to help him, taking the bottle from his hands and running to fill it. 

Seungmin stood up and wrapped his arms around his waist, gasping quietly when he felt just how much weight Changbin had lost to his unhealthy methods. 

Changbin groaned in pain, wrapping his arms around his stomach and shuddering. 

Suddenly, his entire body gave up on him, sore and spent from the long hours of gym with no energy intake. 

Lixie ran back with the water bottle just to let out a loud scream as Binnie collapsed. Luckily, Seungmin was able to safely lower him to the ground, where the others began to panic and shout, trying to wake him up. 

Changbin shook in pain for a few seconds before slumping completely, and Chan ran to get the building doctor. 

Hyunjin shook his head unhappily. He had seen it all coming. 

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Changbin woke up with a jump, feeling fingers running along his side. His eyes felt heavy and exhausted, and he almost shut them again. 

“See?! I knew that would wake him up!” Binnie recognized Minho’s voice. 

He heard multiple voices around him murmuring, and he watched as Jisung grabbed and yanked him into a hug, and he sank into the younger’s hold. 

He felt more arms wrap around him, engulfing him in a wave of warmth and love. 

All at once, shame and embarrassment overwashed Changbin’s senses, and he sobbed suddenly, the sounds weak and broken as everyone’s hold tightened, like a strong anchor he could hold onto in the darkest of times. 

He cried and cried, wailing quietly and trembling in weakness. 

Binnie’s stomach hurt so badly, and he cursed himself for being such a fool, for making a big scene out of everything. 

But a voice cut him off. “Take this.” Chan kneeled down to reach his sitting position, placing multiple pills and a glass of water in the rapper’s hand. 

At his confused look, Chris explained. “Nutrient deficiency. Overworked and underfed.” He firmly pressed them into the boy’s palm. 

Changbin felt embarrassed, for being knocked over like a weak child, and when he looked down in shame, Chan realized that he was being too harsh for someone who had already received punishment enough. 

“I’m sorry, bunny. We should have been taking care of you…but we didn’t. I thought you knew better than to do that.” Chan didn’t speak in a angry tone, but a soft, concerned tone, not accusing or harsh. 

Changbin sniffled and glanced at the leader with watery eyes. “I’m so sorry, hyung...” He whispered, more tears splashing onto his clenched fists. 

Chan’s expression softened as he wiped away Binnie’s tears, the other members staring in slight shock. 

“I-I just wanted to look better, for the fans. I don’t wanna look chubby!” He cried out, finally letting out the words that had been plaguing him for so long. 

“I don’t want to be hated…I didn’t want any of this…” He whimpered, gasping for breath as Chan’s eyes widened in horror. 

Minho stared at the leader in shock, and Hyunjin suddenly felt guilt hit him like a truck, remembering his earlier comment to the older that had made him blank out. 

The members hugged him tight, and Chan even sat him on his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist protectively as Changbin finally swallowed the pills slowly.  

He whined as Chan pressed in a little deeper, though the leader decided to leave it to another day, and everyone carried the rapper back to dorm. 

Lino immediately started up the stove, ready to cook food. Felix grabbed the chocolate bars from the fridge. 

After Changbin had taken a much needed shower, he walked into the hall just to see the hall set up for movie night; tons of food and blankets were placed everywhere, along with a fresh batch of brownies. 

He looked around for the members, but nobody was there. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms fasten around his waist, and yank his frail body into the air.

Binnie squealed in surprise, and he stared at Hyunjin as the younger easily manhandled him, carrying him bridal-style to the couch. 

Changbin didn’t want to admit it, but watching the dancer lift him like he weighed nothing caused his lee mood to flare up. Badly. 

The other members appeared suddenly, kissing his cheeks and playing with his fingers, causing him to flush a happy rosy pink.  

They sat Binnie down and took turns feeding him food, and he groaned happily at the taste that he had missed so much, happily taking the food from everyone. 

Felix tapped his cheek twice to tell him to open his mouth, and Changbin hesitated as he eyed the brownie in the younger’s hand. 

Seungmin appeared behind him and snuck his hands under the boy’s shirt, suddenly tickling him everywhere, and through the rapper’s giggles, Lixie managed to get the brownie in his mouth. 

After the small incident, Binnie was unable to focus as his lee mood drove him mad, every touch by another member had him flinching, and it didn’t help that he could hear Chan trying to muffle his laughter as Felix kept poking his side. 

Changbin felt like he needed to start provoking somebody to tickle him; there was no way he would be able to sleep with this lee mood. 

He suddenly leapt onto Hyunjin, digging into the boy’s sides and hearing loud squawks of laughter. 

Soon enough, he let up, hoping that Hyunjin was willing to try and take his revenge somehow. 

But it just caused the entire group to start wrecking Hyunjin, and his loud screams drowned out Changbin’s frustrated groan. 

That night, Changbin was unable to sleep, staring at his phone. He felt more energized though, probably because the members shoved so much food down his throat his stomach was threatening to burst. 

He threw his own arms over his head, wondering what it would feel like to be pinned down so tightly that he couldn’t move, and wrecked in every spot until he went insane. 

He watched some clips of the other members tickling each other, and he noticed the absence of clips of his own, though it was clear that he did tickle the others a lot.  

Changbin turned off his phone and set it on the bedside table, making sure to keep his arms up as he imagined it. 

Usually he was holding the member’s arms above his head, but sometimes when Chan tried to do it to him, he ended up being too strong and yanking his arms down himself. 

Changbin whined to himself. Sometimes being the strongest member was a blessing and a curse. 

He finally put his arms down as the cold air hitting the underside of his arms started to feel uncomfortable.

Changbin turned and shut his eyes just as he heard the bedroom door open. 

Opening his eyes just a little, he spotted Minho and Hyunjin standing over him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe, they would tickle him awake. 

“I know you’re awake, Binnie.” 

So much for that. Changbin slowly opened his eyes and stared at the two as they got into bed with him, on either side. 

Once they had turned Changbin into the jam spread on their sandwich, they wrapped their arms around him. 

It was peaceful and quiet, and Binnie momentarily forgot all about his need for tickles, just enjoying the moment with his members. 

Suddenly, an unbearable tingle began at his side, and he grunted before grabbing Hyunjin’s invading hand. 

“Don’t.” He said, though he didn’t mean it. 

“Oh, I think we should, shouldn’t we?” Minho responded, and Changbin noticed his face burning. 

“N-No!” He yelled, Minho’s grip on his wrists suddenly becoming known to him. He squirmed weakly, which was noted by the dancer. 

“Did you really think we’d not notice the way you were watching earlier?” Hyunjin giggled, watching Changbin’s eyes widen. 

“So, Binnie. Were you…jealous, perhaps?” Lino teased, leaning in slightly knowing that it would fluster the rapper. 

“No! W-Why would I be?” Binnie deflected, and Minho released his wrists. “I guess we’re done now.” 

Desperate, Changbin replied. “Wait! Okay, maybe I was a little…j-jealous.” He looked down at the end, and the other two cooed playfully at him. 

“Did you wanna get wrecked, oh big, tough, Binnie?” Minho teased, watching Changbin’s face turn the color of roses as he whined. 

“Is that what you came here for?” Changbin asked, his tone hopeful, which definitely startled Hyunjin. 

“What do you mean?” The tallest asked. “I mean, wouldn’t you rather get someone else, you know, someone more ticklish than me?” Changbin whispered, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable. 

There was a quiet silence, and Changbin glanced up to see the two staring sadly at him. “Is that why you were upset for so long?” Minho asked, and Binnie nodded slowly. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. We should’ve shown equality, but we didn’t.” Minho gave the rapper a quick apologetic hug, suddenly guilty. 

“But now, we’ll wreck you the way you deserve.” He gestured to Hyunjin. 

“What about the others?” Binnie didn’t want to wake up the sleeping members. 

“They’ve gone to the other dorm to get something, it’s just us.” Minho reassured, and Changbin didn’t even notice Hyunjin pulling his arms up and sitting on them. 

Minho sent a teasing poke at Binnie’s ribs, the boy shrieking and trying to yank his arms down to protect the spot…just to realize that he was immobile. 

“Hyun-JIN! Get ohohoff!” Changbin burst into loud giggles as another pair of fingers walked right into his bare underarms, and Minho concentrated purely on his sensitive hips. 

After some time of his cute giggling, Binnie felt a little guilty. “Hyuhuhung! Stohop fohor a sehehecond!” 

Minho slowed his fingers so they were just tracing in the crevices of the boy’s ribs. The light sensations sent tingles shooting up Binnie’s body. 

“Go rougher…I feel like you’re getting bored.” Binnie pouted sadly. Lino’s face softened, and Hyunjin smiled reassuringly before speaking. 

“We’d never get bored with this~” And the tallest started to lightly wiggle his fingers across the boy’s neck, eliciting the cutest giggles from the rapper beneath him. 

“How about we go rougher anyway, since our dear Binnie asked for it?” Lino asked, smirking down at the pinned rapper. 

The two suddenly started scribbling wherever they could, switching between spots as fast as they could. 

Changbin was in shambles, laughter growing louder and louder as he tried his hardest to escape, but just couldn’t. 

“See? You’re the least ticklish, but look at how you’re laughing now.” Minho grabbed a small mirror from the bedside table and shoved it in Changbin’s face. 

Embarrassed, the rapper tried to turn his head away, but when Hyunjin held his chin and forced him to look at himself, Changbin saw himself. 

So content and happy, grinning ear to ear in joy, small tears resting on his rosy face. 

Changbin never expected himself to look as pretty as he did, but his chest grew warm in fondness, looking at his own reflection as he giggled involuntarily. 

“See? You look so pretty for us, giggling like that~” Minho cooed, fingers still tickling at Changbin’s side as his other hand held up the mirror. 

Lino decided to move further up, slipping his hand under the boy’s shirt and squeezing his upper ribs, switching the mirror to his phone as he pressed record. 

Binnie cackled with laughter, the cute sound making Hyunjin smile so hard his face started to ache. 

“AAAHAH! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” He laughed loudly, falling apart as he tried his hardest to yank his arms down, but couldn’t as Hyunjin sat on them, and his weakened state didn’t allow him to use his strength. 

He didn’t even know there was a camera recording him until he heard Hyunjin speak.

“Isn’t he so cute?” The tallest stuck his fingers into Changbin’s outstretched armpits, and the middle screamed as two pairs of hands tickled him to pieces. 

“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOP! HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA!” Binnie was falling apart already, throwing his head in every direction. 

“STAYs, you wanna see how ticklish he really is?” Minho followed by blowing a looong raspberry right onto the sensitive area along Binnie’s top ribs, the spot easily accessible due to the tank top that Changbin just couldn’t stop wearing. 

Hyunjin pointed the camera to his face right as the boy howled with laughter, high pitched squeals and cackles following as his sensitive spot was abused relentlessly. 

His feet kicked wildly in the blankets as small tears fell down his red face. 

“NAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE-AGHAHAHAHA!” He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so hard, his lee mood satisfied and content. 

“OKAAAY—! IHIHIMDONE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He finally screeched, his now hypersensitive body trembling in exhaustion. 

“Only if you admit you’re beautiful!” Hyunjin yelled over the loud laughter. 

Changbin shook his head, and Minho only blew harder into the sensitive skin, while Hyune decided to help by lightly tickling the rapper’s neck. 

“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY! YOU WIHIHIN! IHIHIM BEHEHEAUTIFUL!” 

Minho let up, relishing in the dwaekki’s tiny giggles as he rubbed at his body, loudly panting. 

The three ended up sleeping together anyway, and Changbin was first to get wrecked in the morning as well. 

Wanna know why? 

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Chan crowded into the bed with the other kids, too lazy to head back to the other dorm. 

He knew Minho would take care of things there anyway. 

Suddenly 5 phones lit up, and Chan warily opened the official Kid’s Tiktok. 

😼 posted a video: our baby bunny 🐷🐰^^

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Hewllo!! Id like to drop a msg, i read ur heartsteel kayn's college boy and i adore the little details of his actions u put in ♡!! Id definitely like to see more stories on college boi kayn from you!! ♡

☁️ ˖⁺ academic misfortunes — kayn (heartsteel)

pairing: heartsteel!kayn x f/gn!reader genre: fluff, crack, college!au cw: idk probably ooc, not proofread :0 i.e.: adventures of collegeboy!kayn and his classmate/tutor!reader

aahhh! im so glad you enjoyed it <333 i might do a mini series/collection of drabbles for collegeboy!kayn. please send in any requests or ideas you may have or just thoughts to chat about :DD

spinoff of this post

Kayn isn’t what you’d thought he’d be, to be completely honest. Going off of fancams, fanfics, and the general perception of his character to the public eye, you expected Heartsteel’s lead rapper to be a bit more… cool? Well, at least he certainly tries to come off that way.

However, you quickly learn that Kayn is really just a really, really closeted softie loser boy at best trying to compensate with a big attitude because he thinks edgy is cool or whatever. Of course, he would definitely attempt to murder you if you were to speak of these musings out loud but you couldn’t help but find his off-putting demeanour a bit endearing after a while… something akin to a hyperaggressive chihuahua or a rabid raccoon. But of course, there are other times where you’d wish he’d just fuck off and leave you alone.

“Hey loser.” He calls you from the steps, walking up to where you sit in the lecture hall. “Did you do the homework? Let me copy off of you.” He slides into his usual spot next to yours, throwing his backpack haphazardly on the ground beside him.

“You’re not copying my shit. Fuck off, Kayn.” You roll your eyes at him and continue to read through the slides for today’s class.

“C’mon, have some empathy, yeah? The boys and I had practice all day yesterday.” He was a decent enough liar, but he could have been better if he hadn’t texted you to postpone your tutoring session with a picture of him and Aphelios playing with a random pit bull yesterday instead of attending band practice or completing his homework.

“Kayn, this worksheet was assigned like two weeks ago.”

“So? I had stuff to do two weeks ago!” That part was a bit true; Alune always gave you a copy of the band’s promotion and practice schedule for the month to keep you updated.

It was difficult to refer to him as your friend. You saw him often enough—every day in almost every class. And you’ve worked with him on countless partnered projects by now—he’s only ever able to do work with you (in other words, he scares off anyone who tries to ask you to be in their group or be their partner). But he was always a complete pain in the ass.

When you first became acquainted with Heartsteel’s resident delinquent, you were assigned to be his tutor by one of the department heads at the request of Yone. Begrudgingly accepting the role in exchange for “VIP tickets to all concerts, all inclusive backstage passes at events and shoots, and first dibs to new merch releases,” you began your new job as Kayn’s personal tutor for the various courses he was performing horrendously in. It was by no means smooth sailing when you started. Trying to make plans around his schedule, finding places he wasn’t already banned from to study, getting kicked out of establishments because of his hissy fits at minor inconveniences, and then ultimately agreeing to work at his dorm every weekend instead so you don’t have to hide your face in public. What surprised you the most was how hardworking he actually was when he put his mind to it, even paying attention to your explanations for hours until he could grasp the concept at an intermediate level—or got hungry. What was more was that he even showed rapid improvement, bringing back marks higher than a C- and occasionally reaching the mid to high 70s after a month and a half of beginning his tutoring sessions.

“Okay fine. Just this once, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise.” He flashed you a snarky grin as you pushed your papers towards him, pointing out which ones were a bit more difficult to understand and summarising what should’ve been an explanation done during one of your tutoring sessions.

“You really should start focusing up on your work though, you know. Finals is coming up soon and these exercises are really good for preparation.”

When the professor finally dismissed the class, you found yourself waiting behind for the bright haired rapper.

“Aw you waited! That’s cute.” He sent a quick wink your way as he caught up to you.

“Well you said you were gonna give me a ride to your place so.”

“Just had to ruin the moment didn’t you.” He chuckled, ushering you to follow him. “I hope you’re not scared of motorcycles or anything because I finally got Yone to let me ride it.”

“Huh?”

“Now where did I park it… hm let’s see… Oh! Here!” He grabbed you by the wrist to pull you towards a red and black motorcycle decorated on its sides with white flames. “Sooo whatd’ya think?” He nudged your sides as he grinned at you.

“You are not driving me in that.”

“Oh come on, of course I am! I have a license for it and everything!”

“Kayn you’re literally gonna get us killed.”

“Will not! C’mon, don’t you trust me? After everything we’ve been through? When have I ever let you down?”

“Like literally this morning when you cheated off of my worksheets instead of completing them before hand like you said you would.” You rolled your eyes at him, missing the way he pouted at your words.

“I promised it was a one time mistake!” He took two helmets from a storage compartment in the vehicle and shook them in front of your face, hoping that his attempt to show you his knowledge of roadside safety would sway you in the right direction. “So? How about it?”

With a defeated sigh, you agree with a mumbled “fine” as he threw you your helmet and instructed you to get on behind him. He even took the time to emphasize the importance of ‘holding on [to him] really really really tight.’

“See? ‘wasnt so bad was it?” He said as he helped you off the motorbike, lifting you off the seat by the waist. He helped you steady yourself when your feet finally touched the ground. His hand never seeming to leave its place on your hip.

“It was… fine. I guess.” You couldn’t help but give him a small grin, having enjoyed the ride and being so close to him. Kayn seemed to want to say something else until he was interrupted by a voice calling from the window above you.

“Hey! Kayn’s back!” Ezreal’s green head could be seen poking out from one of Heartsteel HQ’s many windows, waving to the two of you below him. “Hurry up inside! Yone made ramen!”

Before he knew it, you bolted past him and through the front door at the promise of Yone’s homemade cooking.

a/n: def down to write more abt this lovesick loser bad boy (please give me more excuses to)