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[lgbtq-history-museum-cfl-intern]

The Final Count Down

Sunday 11/26/2023

Technically I’m supposed to be on vacation until tomorrow, but I have some time on my hands and thoughts on my mind.

This is the last day of classes and I’m working on some final assignments: The last touches on a research paper for the capstone course for my Interdisciplinary Studies major, a PowerPoint for the Hands-on History Internship Showcase on Friday, and a reflection on my service-learning hours with the LGBTQ History Museum of Central Florida – again, for capstone.

All I can think about is graduation! I’m so close, I can feel the end nearing!

My nerves are finally dissolving, leaving me with anxious anticipation, and a bit of “senioritis” as I chug through these final tasks.

Once the semester ends, this internship will fulfill the last course credits that I need – pending the History Department’s substitution – to complete my history minor.

Even though UCF has an Interdisciplinary Studies Master’s Program, I’m looking forward to turning in my application for the Public History Master’s Program by the priority deadline (January 15th). I aim to start my degree in the Fall of 2024 and, after learning about another student’s experience from Rollins’ Archival staff, I plan to take one seminar course at a time.

The only exception would be if I’m accepted into the Summer Research Program at UCF, allowing me to earn 6 credits the summer before.

This plan to take things slow is to hopefully avoid burnout and allow me to work with plenty of thought, care, and attention to my master’s degree. I’d also like to have time and energy to dedicate to internships and other forms of hands-on learning experiences like volunteering – maybe even a job that provides opportunities to expand skills that are relevant to public history professions.

Thursday 11/30/2023

Tomorrow is presentation day and I’m first up on the schedule (thank goodness! I’ll get to just sit and listen to everyone else’s experiences for the rest of the time!)

I’m literally functioning on meeting and due dates:

Tomorrow is the Hands-On History Showcase.

Sunday, all of my Capstone Assignments are due.

The following Friday, my final is due.

Then the Friday after that is graduation.

After that, I have about a month until the priority deadline for applications for the Public History Master’s Program at UCF.

That’s as far out as I can think right now.

I’m full of excitement and anxiety, but I’m also hopeful and optimistic!

Most of all, I am grateful, and I plan to spend some time throughout the following weeks communicating that to the mentors who positively impacted my undergraduate journey – pretty much all of them. (I was wondering if I was going to get sentimental leading up to graduation and, finally, here I am typing through calm tears as I reminisce on how lucky I am to have so many wonderful people to reach out to with gratitude.)

I’m glad this is how I chose to spend my final semester. Earlier this year, I was thrown off my path and I was heartbroken trying to piece together a new plan that accommodated my limited capacities as a student living with disabilities.

Now, two weeks from graduation, I stand firmer and more confident in my plans, goals, and desires.

Thank you to the wonderful faculty, staff, and peers who taught me so much along the way! Without their support, I would not have accomplished all that I have throughout my undergraduate career.

See you next Fall as a master’s student! (fingers-crossed)

Friday 12/01/2023

The showcase just ended and that just about wraps up the semester for me!

Everyone else had some incredibly enriching experiences and it was cool to see someone else who participated in the HerStory: Women in History Internship at the Orange County Regional History Center.

It seems the structure of it has come a long way, allowing her to accomplish so much more hands-on work than I had during my time there!

There was a lot of diversity in the projects everyone worked on, so I also learned other ways of being a public historian and doing public history work.

Hopefully, when I enter the Public History Master’s Program at UCF I’ll get to work alongside some of these wonderfully talented individuals!

Thanks for following my journey!

- Marena

[amnhnyc]

Jelly-ve it or not, the lion’s mane jellyfish (Cyanea capillata) is one of the world’s longest animals. This jumbo-sized jelly trails a “mane” of more than 800 stinging tentacles that are covered in cells with venom that stun prey, including other jellyfish, small crustaceans, and zooplankton. Just how long is the lion’s mane jellyfish? Well, its tentacles can grow more than 100 feet (30 meters) long! In fact, the longest examples of this species—which inhabit the Arctic Ocean—are even longer than the longest known blue whale. Come see a life-size model of one at the Museum’s Hall of Biodiversity!

Photo: R. Mickens/ © AMNH

[guccigarantine]

if you have lmk what was being shown

[historyguide]

Vincent van Gogh - The Stevedores in Arles.

[hooked-on-elvis]

𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗜𝗦' 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠𝗦 · 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗘

Thanks @thetaoofzoe for finding more of those precious GIFS:

Now, add a wink from the hottest Sargent in the U.S. Army history to make things the more unbearably hot for us all:

[gwydpolls]

Time Travel Question 57: 19th Century

These Questions are the result of suggestions from the previous iteration.

This category may include suggestions made too late to fall into the correct grouping.

Please add new suggestions below if you have them for future consideration.

[charmwasjess]

I legitimately didn't remember how fucking batshit funny some of the Dooku sections in Claudia Gray's Master and Apprentice were. Qui-Gon's remembering his first mission with Dooku in flashback: okay, seems straightforward enough. They land in an ongoing crisis in a battle zone, Dooku goes to talk to the generals. Then, next scene, we smashcut directly to:

"Don't be afraid." Dooku's voice rang out over even the howling winds of Shurrapak. Qui-Gon clung to the carbon-fibre-rope riggings of the Shurrapakan ship, salt spray stinging his face and hands as they rounded the cape to approach the battle from an angle the enemy wouldn't expect. "They're shielded against skycraft and energy weapons. Not against seafaring vessels!" He made this sound majestic, courageous, brilliant -- nothing like the last-minute, last-ditch attempt it really was. Qui-Gon took a deep breath and stared up at the stars. Big mistake. The stars weren't moving and his stomach was, and the queasiness that swept through him made him feel weak.

Dooku has been on this planet for less than 24 hours. There are already other Jedi there ahead of him with established generals working on the battle plans, which according to the scene just before this, are complete enough that its conceivable Dooku and Qui-Gon will miss the action. So naturally, the plan he then comes up with is "ABANDON ALL OTHER PLANS, WE ATTACK THE FORTIFIED BATTLEFIELD WITH OLD TIMEY ROPE-RIGGED SAILING SHIPS!"

And at his side?? A seasick twelve year old who has never left the Temple or seen battle!!! Who can't swim! And backing them up?? Rael fucking Averross, who Dooku was just nagging for being too eager to get into the fighting. Sure, Dooku. That's Rael's problem.

This is the most disaster lineage shit I've ever read. This could absolutely be an Anakin and Obi-Wan Clone Wars arc.

Bonus Rael and Qui-Gon Content, from earlier in the chapter:

"C'mon, then, let's go talk to the generals." Rael made it sound like the most natural thing for a twelve-year-old to do.

Rael, you crazy motherfucker, never change.

[martyrbat]

rip to bruce but if i fumbled her i would literally kill myself

[mimicofmodes]

I dropped in on the de Young's fashion exhibition a few weeks ago, and finally wrote up my thoughts. Tl;dr: mixed feelings.

[sacramentohistorymuseum]

Coming soon to a museum near you (if you happen be one of our followers who lives in Northern California)!

“America’s Monsters, Superheroes and Villains: Our Culture at Play,” an engaging exhibition of vintage toys and more from SuperMonster市City!, is opening August 9, 2024 at the Sacramento History Museum and will be on display through January 7, 2025.

See more photos and information on our website!

[lgbtq-history-museum-cfl-intern]

Wednesday, Nov. 15th, 23

This is the most eventful week of the semester in the BEST of way 😊

Sunday was the last Board meeting of the year and the second I attended, where I was elected to join! So, I’m now a staying team member and looking forward to continuing working with everyone.

Tomorrow is opening night for the exhibition, and I’ll be spending pretty much all day prepping and setting up 😊

I heard a lot of interest has been expressed by people in the community, which is super exciting! I hope we end up with a good turnout!

Before the Sunday meeting, I also had the opportunity to speak to one of my mentors from the LGBTQ History Museum of Central Florida who works in Rollins College’s history department.

I told her I was graduating soon and looking for work on a college campus. However, she had an internship opportunity working on an archiving project with a local foundation and she thought I’d be an excellent candidate for it!

She provided the contact information, and I reached out and sent my resume the next day. Now I have an interview this afternoon!!!

Finger-crossed that it’s mine for the taking 😊

Thursday, Nov. 16th, 23

It’s exhibit opening night!

I spent the morning and afternoon prepping and setting up with Rachel from the Museum Board.

Pinning the posters up was a challenge because they were heavy and the felt in the display cases was not sturdy but we managed to work them in there. They’re not perfect (well one of them is pretty flattened out. The other one is kind of bulgy because the felt was just not cooperating!) But it’s all legible and we really did our best.

I’m currently writing from my husband’s workplace as I kill time between setting up and the actual event tonight. I have to be back at The Center around 5:30 pm, and it’s 3:40 pm right now.

A little bit about The Center, their mission statement on their website reads:

“The mission of LGBT+ Center Orlando is to promote and empower the LGBT community and its allies through advocacy, education, information, and support.”

They have three locations, two of which are testing centers in Kissimmee and Orlando, and their main location is in Orlando as well. There they host community events, test for STI’s, provide free resources such as a pantry and some contraception options, carry exhibits – some larger held and some smaller like ours, and so much more.

Living on the other side of the county, I don’t run into resources like this a lot or spaces with this sort of dedication. It feels great to be more closely involved with this organization and the local LGBTQ community with which I identify as being part of but, due to proximity issues, cannot participate and connect as much as I’d like to.

Friday, Nov. 17th, 23

Today has been a day of relaxation and reflection.

Last night was amazing!

The rain unfortunately kept a lot of potential exhibit guests, but it was still a lovely turn out 😊

I had such a great time and even saw one of my mentors from my 2021 internship at the Orange County History Center. He said he enjoyed the exhibit, which was so encouraging because earlier this year the exhibit he had a substantial hand in designing and preparing was finally installed.

I also got to meet some of the staff and volunteers at The Center and learn a bit about their lives here in Florida and as members of the LGBTQ+ community.

This week, between the exhibit event, joining the Board of Directors, and the interview for the archival internship, I feel extremely validated.

The more I hang around these public history spaces, the more I feel a part of it, something I entered this semester feeling insecure about. 😊

Here are some pictures from the event:

The top 2 images are the exhibit panels and the bottom 3 are some of the banned books the archivist Rachel from the LGBTQ History Museum of Central Florida pulled from the Rollins College Library.

[nora12379]

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

[eirene]

Exposition du Cycle, 1899 Jean de Paleologue

[unbfacts]

P.T. Barnum noticed visitors staying too long at his exhibits, so he posted signs reading "This Way to the Egress." Unaware that "Egress" meant "Exit," visitors followed the signs expecting another display and found themselves outside, requiring another ticket to return.

[arthistoryanimalia]

In celebration of seeing the first fireflies of the season:

Furisode with Fireflies and Irises Japan, Edo period, 18th century silk crepe, paste-resist dyed, embroidery National Museum of Japanese History (photographed on display at The Life of Animals in Japanese Art exhbition at the National Gallery of Art DC in 2019)

[upennmanuscripts]

THE MOVEMENT OF BOOKS

To read a book, you must move it: take it off the shelf, open the cover, and turn the pages. Yet, in library exhibits, books are often displayed under glass, which protects them but removes the tactile experience crucial to how we understand them.

This paradox is the basis for The Movement of Books, an exhibit exploring the myriad ways books move — as physical objects in different formats, and across space and time. The exhibit will feature items from Penn Libraries' collections, a video wall, and interactive models for visitors to engage with directly.

Using rare books, video footage, and interactive models that visitors can touch and handle, this exhibit explores the many ways books move — as physical objects in different formats, and across space and time.

Where: University of Pennsylvania, Goldstein Family Gallery, Van Pelt-Dietrich Library Center, sixth floor

When: August 30 - December 13, 2024

Open to the public, everyone is welcome!

More details here: