#hoc peg

[heroes-of-courage]

Hoc hero of winds (nickname(s) peg, sailor and skipper)

Age 15-16 height 4'11

Outfit details and behind why for them

He lost his leg when him and Tetra were something stupid but fun he was skeptical about it but she had said the worst case scenario he could lose a leg (she was right lol)

Tetra and her crew all did what they could to make the peg leg for Peg (and tetra had made a metal cover for it so it could be extra durable)

His grandma made the green thing that’s tucked in his belt (aryll helped make it too) Aryll made his tunic for him.

He grew his hair out cause Aryll likes to mess with it when they visit outset

He still uses the phantom sword and wind waker.

(Gifts he’s gotten from his friends/family) His cap was a gift from Niko. Him and Tetra have both have two parts from her bandanna. Linebeck was willing to give link a few earrings from the treasure he’s found over his own adventures. Pinky ring also came from Aryll cause she found it washed up on the shore one time and she gave it to him

Fun fact: he likes to makes peg leg puns a lot

[teaveetamer]

opinions on edelgard’s sexuality?

Y’all are gonna make me drink myself to death lmfao. She’s bi, seemingly leans more toward men based on her endings (IIRC she has like four or five romantic endings with men and only one I’d peg as kind of romantic with a woman, excluding both versions of Byleth in the count because those are written exactly the same regardless of player character gender so at best we’re just adding one to each side of the count and at worst I’m going to annoy everyone by rambling about how annoyed I am with gender-toggle-queer-rep that’s clearly written with straight men in mind and then just pronoun swapped post hoc).

[ailtrahq]

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[gothicprep]

Meditations on True Crime: A Very Long Post

In around February of this year, I was researching a potential video related to how true crime media portrays websleuths, contrasted against their efficacy in each specific case. The introduction was a brief primer on the genre’s evolution, beginning with its general association with low-budget LifeTime films, to a hobby with more dignity than that. I remember finding an article talking about Serial, and there was some commentary in there from another large true crime podcast host.

I didn’t think it was particularly useful for my purposes, but it said something to the effect of “true crime as a hobby can help women reconcile the trauma related to being in a world that is so hostile to us.” I rolled my eyes at it. It seemed dishonestly saccharine, like it was giving a sort of post-hoc legitimacy to just enjoying whodunnits. I didn’t think about it again for around seven months after I’d read it.

One of the subjects that I intended to talk about was Elisa Lam’s death and the online reaction to it. The story was adapted into a Netflix series a few months prior, and I was freshly reminded of how poorly it all sat with me. If you aren’t familiar with her name, she disappeared in Los Angeles’s Cecil Hotel in 2013, and her disappearance went viral after the respective police department release footage of her behaving strangely in an elevator. The case attained quick viral status and extensive discussion, due to the nature of the video and the hotel’s morbid history. When her naked body was discovered in a rooftop water tank a few weeks later, speculation exploded. But an autopsy isn’t an immediate followup, and the online sleuths would lose themselves to their imaginations in the time between. Many people wanted the murder solved, but many let their speculation fly off the rails. Shady hotel coverups. Metal musician murderers. Fear of the homeless. Ghosts. Demons. Government tuberculosis research. The gang was all there.

If you weren’t active online back then, it’s difficult to properly convey how huge this all was. Everyone was expecting Elisa to have been murdered. Iron-clad. Beyond the shadow of a doubt. She wasn’t. Her death was ruled an accident. She had a severe case of bipolar disorder and she wasn’t taking her medication. The severity of her illness was also not previously disclosed to the public. The working theory is that she experienced a manic episode with psychotic features, climbed in the tank in this state, to eventually strip out of her clothes in late stage hypothermia and drown there. It’s a horrific and painful way to die. All that’s left of you is water contamination – insult to fatal injury.

People weren’t happy with this, but not out of any sympathy for Elisa. There was palpable rage from many who had been following the case. No, she was definitely murdered. No, her killer needs to be brought to justice. No, this isn’t the real story. I don’t like it. I’m not satisfied. There needs to be an ending better than this.

Tragedy isn’t exactly in the habit of being kind to us.

When news of Gabby Petito’s disappearance was spreading, I noticed a lot of similarities between hers and Elisa’s. A woman in her early 20s vanishes while traveling, under very unusual circumstances. Footage was released during both investigations, which portrayed these women in mentally vulnerable states. The story was viral online. People rifled through Gabby’s instagram in the same way they did with Elisa’s tumblr. Social media detectives established an inappropriate amount of investment. Everyone is sure of a specific outcome. The family deserves answers.

Let’s talk about answers for a second. I’d like you to spitball a comprehensive explanation for this one: how could something like this happen? I’m not looking for a “how” in terms of events or circumstances. In this case, this isn’t a question. It’s a protest of the unfairness of it all. My daughter. My sister. My friend. Someone who meant so much to me. It’s a prayer to a vacant sky. It’s not a question, it’s agony. Nothing shy of resurrection can feel like justice. Even if the case leads to a criminal trial and conviction, it does nothing to fill the void loss burns within us. There is no good answer, because there aren’t answers at all.

Let’s talk about ourselves for a second. I noticed many people draw parallels between what they’d seen on the bodycam footage and their own experience with abusive partners. “This could have been me.” Do you really think this is appropriate? Could have been, would have been – these are statements with hypothetical validity. It has nothing to do with you. To emotionally identify with someone does not evidence anything. You’re here. She’s gone. This isn’t about you. She isn’t in the position where she can co-sign anything you say. If she can’t speak for herself, don’t invoke her.

Let’s talk about true crime for a second. It’s funny how true crime marketed to men has a distinctly different texture than true crime marketed to women. The former seems to involve knocking the perpetrator down a peg. It portrays them as something worth our disgust and ridicule. The latter tends to foster emotional identification with the victim. Podcasts and other media in this category tend to be by women, for women, and generally discuss women. This story is presented as catharsis for women who see themselves as similar to them. This woman is no longer a person, but an idea. And it makes me think of that stupid article quote that I resent myself for not having bookmarked. This is reconciliation. These women, in their passing, can be a motivating factor for us to break up with that one dumbass guy. I’m so happy this was a wakeup call. I’m so happy that this made me think about my own experiences. I’m so happy that this did so much for me. Sure, someone actually died, but what is that when compared to my own self-actualization?

I made a comment on Twitter about how disgusted I was with how people spoke of Gabby in such an evasively self-interested way, and someone who likely was of no relation to her interjected with how the family deserved the truth. Truth? What truth? What peace will grisly details give them? Is there any meaningful difference between knowing your loved one died of murder or collapsed from exposure? Or are you just a nosey person who’s projected an inappropriate emotional dog in this fight? Do you want answers for her family, or for your own curiosity?

I really don’t trust shit like that, nor am I willing to give leniency to people who say such things. I think we’ve been conditioned to relate to dead women in a way that’s completely separate from who they actually were. Alive, they’re deep, multifaceted individuals, with an array of likes, dislikes, quirks, and endless little details. Dead, they’re a concept to serve a purpose. The purpose is generally a form of narrative catharsis. The creep gets thrown in prison. A woman’s abusive partner gets the comeuppance he deserves. The story needs a good ending. The story needs an ending that satisfies me. People aren’t stories. Life is not a novel.

The real trauma of others will never belong to you. This not your therapy tool or plaything. This is real pain that will never be theoretical for plenty of people. Know your place. Keep your distance. Don’t objectify the dead.

[jingabitch]

An Arrangement for Convenience ch.1

Summary: It's ridiculous that girl groups aren't allowed to date, and are kept under such strict lock and key that they can't satisfy their desires. Enter Ha-eun, YG's solution to the problem.

Pairings: Jennie x oc, eventual ot4 x oc

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving) | sex work 

A/N: Wrote this a while back and posted on ao3; reposting here because I want to be more active on this platform. While I currently have 8 chapters written which I will be releasing on Tumblr gradually, I am currently on hiatus due to school and work commitments and will not be actively writing and posting new stuff until the semester ends in December.

Series index

She supposed it was a step forward for the feminist movement in Korea. Even if female idols were expected to be cute, sexy and yet sexless at the same time in the public eye, it counted for something that talent agencies were at last realizing that it was unrealistic to expect female idols to refrain from partaking in the same vices that male idols did.

It was well-known that male idols slept around during the free time, especially on tour when they were away from girlfriends and wives for extended periods of time, but apart from admonishments to be safe, careful and discreet, no one really gave them a hard time about it. Female idols, on the other hand, were kept under lock and key, which was really quite unfair.

What was the most surprising to Ha-eun was that it was YG that appeared to be the pioneer of this new trend. She’d entered the sex work industry about a year ago, when she moved to Seoul for college and had to pay her own way when her parents disowned her for coming out as bisexual. All right, maybe the fact that the confrontation had been precipitated by them catching her with her face between her teammate’s legs hadn’t helped matters.

It hadn’t been all bad, she supposed. The money she’d gotten as an escort had been decent enough, enough to pay her tuition fees and keep a roof over her head. She lived in a rooftop apartment near campus that was tiny, cramped and way too hot during the summer, but it was enough for one person. It was also flexible, since most of her work was ad-hoc, which allowed her to arrange her work commitments around her academic schedule, helping her keep her grades up.

But then the call had come two weeks ago. Her little brother had been diagnosed with leukemia during a routine health checkup. Ha-eun might not be on speaking terms with her parents, but she adored her brother. He’d been the first person she came out to, and had just reacted with a shrug and an “I already knew that,” before going back to his video game. During her first year of college, he’d been the one to keep her sane with his unwavering support.

So she had her brother come to Seoul, where he would get the medical care he needed. She’d moved into a bigger, more comfortable apartment for him, near a university hospital, and taken on the burden of paying for his medical bills by herself, since their parents could never have afforded it. It was actually rather impressive how quickly she’d gotten things done for him to move out to Seoul, but Ha-eun would willingly move heaven and earth for her brother.

Which brought her to her current situation. Sitting in a spare meeting room in the YG headquarters, with all the blinds down for discretion, waiting for Blackpink to come meet her. While she was waiting, she perused the file in front of her for the millionth time. She’d been approached by a manager almost immediately after she started asking around for better-paying opportunities, and he’d named a figure so attractive she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Signing a nondisclosure agreement just to discuss the job opportunity candidly had been a surprise, especially since girls in her line of work knew to be discreet anyway, but just the thought of her little brother sitting at home sadly, unable to finish his final year of high school with his friends, made her sign in an instant. Background checks had followed, an embarrassingly thorough health checkup, and finally, the last hurdle she had to clear, meeting the girls themselves to see if they would be interested in this arrangement with her.

She’d been informed by the manager who’d spoken to her that she’d been approached because of her sugar baby-slash-escort concept. Not every client who came to her wanted sex; in fact, many of them were just lonely and wanted companionship, which she was more than willing to provide. If she said so herself, she wasn’t a bad conversationalist, well-read with a sharp wit. She also didn’t shy away from forming personal relationships with them outside of the bedroom, or providing the romantic experience she knew many of them missed. It didn’t hurt that she was apparently adventurous enough in bed to meet the requirements the girls had demanded, some of which were so outlandish she was convinced they’d been trying to make it impossible to find someone.

Essentially she was to enter an exclusive arrangement with Blackpink to provide them with sexual services, the details of which had been left intentionally vague. “You’ll be negotiating that with them directly if they like you,” was all the manager had told her.

She could work with that.

The door opened and she stood up reflexively, respectfully greeting the four girls as they filed into the room. “Good afternoon,” she said politely, bowing. Her heart thundered in her ears. Not only was she in the presence of a world-famous band (and, if she was being honest, her girl crushes), but it was imperative that they like her too. She thought of the incoming medical bills and increased rent she’d committed herself to. The stakes couldn’t be higher.

“Hmm… she’s cute enough,” she heard Jennie observe coolly.

Her head jerked up in surprise. The four of them were still standing together, just watching her. Jennie’s lips were pursed in thought, her fingers raised to her lips thoughtfully. None of them were smiling, all watching her with dark eyes, looking intimidating and unfriendly.

She gulped. It looked like they were using their stage personas to scare her off, and it almost worked. They hadn’t quite banked on how determined she was to win them over, though. She had a performance persona too, which she slipped into as easily and comfortably as if it were a second skin.

“Thank you,” she said, letting a coy smile play about the edges of her lips. She looked down slightly then peeked up through her lashes at them, a move that never failed to win her clients over.

“Aww, what a pretty pet,” Lisa cooed, and Ha-eun had to restrain herself from jerking in surprise. Pet? How unexpected. It wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before, but she wouldn’t have expected it from Lisa.

“Did we say you could speak?” Chaeyoung asked with a raised brow.

Ha-eun bit her lip, trying not to squirm on the spot. They were being rude and standoffish, but God help her, it was working for her on a level she didn’t really want to think about too hard. “No, ma’am,” she whispered, looking down at her shoes. Christ, she was creaming in her panties and they’d barely even said anything to her.

She tensed as she heard footsteps coming toward her, looking up just in time to see Jisoo come to a halt in front of her. Fighting the urge to take a step back, she quivered in the position she stood in as Jisoo raised a hand to her head. “Good girl,” she crooned, stroking gently, then she fisted her hand in her hair and yanked her head back. Ha-eun gasped as Jisoo forced her to her knees.

Biting her lip, she continued staring up at Jisoo, her breath coming in excited pants. Jisoo leaned over her with a triumphant smirk on her beautiful face, causing Ha-eun’s heart to speed up. Domination was a fairly common kink, one she was happy to indulge among her clients, but she wouldn’t have pegged Jisoo for one.

“Jisoo-unnie,” Lisa called, breaking the spell. “This isn’t the time or place.”

Just like that, Jisoo snapped back into control, the dangerous gleam in her eyes gone. “You’re right, Lisa-yah,” she said, moving over to one of the seats in the meeting room. The rest of them followed suit, looking so nonchalant and composed it was like nothing had even happened. Ha-eun stood up on shaky legs, fixing her skirt and running her fingers through her hair to try and fix the damage Jisoo had caused.

“Manager-oppa, we’re ready for the papers,” Chaeyoung said, leaning forward to press the button on the intercom. Her eyes didn’t leave Ha-eun the entire time, a dark and intense gaze full of promise.

On the other end of the intercom, Ha-eun heard a crash, then some papers ruffling quickly. “R-really?” the manager she’d spoken to asked, sounding incredulous.

“Yes, manager-oppa,” Lisa confirmed in a sing-song voice, the lilting tone completely at odds with the lascivious wink she shot Ha-eun.

Sinking back into her seat, Ha-eun wondered a little wildly what she’d gotten herself into.

A second later, the manager burst into the office, holding the contracts in hand. Ha-eun skimmed the contract, then signed it, finding nothing objectionable in it. The terms were fair and generous: the girls would contact her whenever they felt like it, apart from the dates and times that she’d indicated ahead of time she wouldn’t be available, so she wouldn’t have to worry about them contacting her in class. Outside of those times, it was expected that she would make every effort to be available to them if they needed it. Ha-eun raised a brow at the final salary indicated in the contract. There’d been a ten percent increment from the quote provided during the negotiation process, but when she pointed it out, the manager just waved a hand and told her to consider it his thanks for ending the quest to fill this role.

The rest of the contract read a little like a D/s agreement, something she shouldn’t have been so surprised by given what had just happened. Anything new would have to be discussed beforehand and if any party was uncomfortable with what was happening, they would stop immediately and talk about it. Ha-eun was not to engage in sexual relations with people outside the group without prior permission, and if it happened, she was to take every precaution possible.

Once everything was signed, Ha-eun cleared her throat nervously. “So… that’s it, then?” she asked, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She wondered now what she’d been thinking, wearing a pencil skirt and blouse to the meeting like it was a job interview.

The manager shrugged. “I guess. The official business is done. Whatever you girls want to do next is your own business.” Then he left the room.

“Um…” Ha-eun said, watching him leave.

“Ha-eun-ah, do you have anywhere to be?” Lisa asked, looking relaxed with her chin propped up on her fist.

“Uh, not till tonight…” Ha-eun said, checking the time on her phone. Another three hours before she had to get back home with dinner for her brother.

“Would you like to come back to the dorms with us? We could get to know each other,” Chaeyoung offered. The words were innocuous enough, but the look she gave Ha-eun suggested that she would be getting a head start on her duties if she said yes.

“Uhh… sure,” Ha-eun agreed. Not that she could say no anyway, as per the terms of the contract.

“Excellent.” The way Jennie drawled, wearing that sinful half-smile, made Ha-eun’s pussy clench. She bit her lip, the rush of attraction and relief that she’d actually gotten the job making her emotions hard to control.

It was a short ride back to the dorms, Ha-eun squished between Lisa and Chaeyoung in the back of the van. Now that the contract had been signed, they seemed more relaxed with her, the younger two in particular becoming more friendly. Ha-eun was two years younger than them, and Lisa joked about her relief that she was no longer the maknae of the group, even if the public still thought she was.

Ha-eun’s heart warmed at the thought that she was going to be accepted as part of the group. Because of her work, she’d tried not to get too close to her schoolmates at college. She had a few study buddies and acquaintances, but she was all too aware that her culture was still traditional and conservative, and didn’t need the judgement or labelling that she was sure would come if they found out about her sex work. It was worth it, and she’d told herself that it was only temporary, until she graduated and found a proper job, but it still got lonely sometimes.

Chaeyoung and Lisa were surprisingly chatty once they let their guard down, and it was easy for Ha-eun to open up to them, telling them about her university major (international business), her hometown (Daegu), and the apartment where she lived (it was a shithole, but they were welcome to come hang out if they wanted to, she supposed).

By the time the van pulled up outside the building, Ha-eun felt much better about the job she’d committed to, perhaps too hastily. The manager bid them goodbye and drove off, leaving the five of them to their own devices.

Once back in the apartment, Ha-eun couldn’t help but look around curiously. “Huh,” she murmured to herself.

“Ha-eun-ah, what is it?” Lisa asked.

“Nothing, Lisa-unnie.” The honorific slipped easily from her lips. Lisa was the one closest to her in age, and accordingly the one she felt most comfortable with at this point in time. “It’s just… a little smaller than I imagined from Blackpink House,” Ha-eun confessed.

The two younger girls laughed in delight. “You watched it?! Ha-eun-ah, are you a Blink?”

Ha-eun flushed deeply and said nothing, though the redness spreading down her neck answered her question.

They laughed and wrapped an arm around her each, guiding her to the couch.

Jennie, though, had other ideas. She swooped in and grabbed Ha-eun’s hand, pulling her away from the two younger girls.

“Hey!” they protested, but didn’t kick up too much of a fuss.

“Jennie-yah…” Jisoo said, a clear warning in her voice. She’d thought she would be the first to enjoy Ha-eun, being the oldest one.

Jennie didn’t even turn around to look at Jisoo when she shot back, “Shouldn’t have stolen my favourite vibrator, unnie.”

Sulking a little, Jisoo nonetheless let it go, knowing the younger girl was right. She’d been holding on to it for two weeks now, and could sometimes hear Jennie’s moans of frustration through the wall separating their bedrooms.

(She would have felt worse about it if the same vibrator didn’t work magic on her own body, too.)

“It’s my turn next,” was the last thing Ha-eun heard before Jennie pulled her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

“So, um… how do we do this?” Ha-eun asked, sliding close to Jennie. God, she really was gorgeous, especially up close where Ha-eun could see her eyes dilating in arousal. “Do you want to talk limits, kinks, any of that stuff…?”

Jennie exhaled harshly, feeling Ha-eun’s arms slide around her waist as she pressed soft, gentle kisses to her neck. “Fuck, we can talk about it later,” she said, fisting her hands in Ha-eun’s hair and tugging lightly. “First I want you to eat my pussy until I come, can you do that for me, baby girl?” she crooned into Ha-eun’s ear, feeling the younger girl shudder in her grasp.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ha-eun responded obediently. (The requirement that whoever was chosen enjoy submission, one of the more intimate details in the brief she’d been given, appeared not to have been there just to throw off potential candidates, it appeared.)

“Good girl,” Jennie breathed, letting go of Ha-eun to lie back on her bed, propped up against her pillows.

Ha-eun crawled onto the bed after Jennie, kneeling between Jennie’s legs. This was familiar territory for her, and she found herself welcoming it after all the excitement and uncertainty of the day. She settled herself comfortably, lying on her stomach, and kissed the side of Jennie’s left knee, bent next to her head.

“Ha-eun-ah,” Jennie warned, her tone of voice letting Ha-eun know she wasn’t feeling patient. (Two weeks was a very long time to be without her favourite vibrator.)

Smiling sweetly up at Jennie, Ha-eun continued kissing and mouthing up her thigh, letting Jennie’s short skirt cover her face when she went past the hemline.

Jennie moaned softly and flipped her skirt up so she could see Ha-eun’s face, getting closer to her pussy, still covered by her cute black panties. Ha-eun’s mouth closed over her clit and she laved at the cotton with her tongue, teasing Jennie with that innocent, wide-eyed look as she buried her face between her legs.

“Fuck, Ha-eun,” Jennie moaned, her fingers threading through Ha-eun’s hair.

Ha-eun detached her mouth from Jennie. “Is something wrong, unnie?” she asked in false concern.

Jennie glared at her. “Enough.” The tone brooked no argument and put that slavish excitement back in Ha-eun’s eyes.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ha-eun murmured as she hooked her fingers in the panties and dragged them gently down Jennie’s legs, the idol lifting her hips to help.

Settling back into her position on the bed, Ha-eun bent and blew a soft breath over Jennie, enjoying the way her abs tensed.

“Take off your skirt,” Jennie commanded, her voice strained. “I want to see that pretty ass waving in the air as you eat me out.”

Biting her lip, Ha-eun acquiesced as quickly as she could, wriggling out of the skirt and discarding it carelessly somewhere on the ground. With a shaky exhale, she got into the position Jennie had requested, her ass high in the air, as she bent her head.

“Fuuuck,” Jennie groaned as Ha-eun licked a stripe from her pussy to her clit, maintaining eye contact with the older girl the whole time. There was something so dirty and arousing about looking at Ha-eun as she ate her out, her face partially obscured by her pubic mound.

Ha-eun smiled sweetly up at her before she fastened her lips to her clit and sucked, her cheeks hollowing out slightly as Jennie moaned and pulled on her hair. The continued pressure on her scalp was keeping Ha-eun right on the edge of subspace as she sucked and licked at Jennie’s clit, her hands bracing herself on Jennie’s inner thighs.

“Fuck, your fingers, I want your fingers,” Jennie gasped and Ha-eun obliged, sliding one finger slowly into Jennie and crooking it experimentally, maintaining the stimulation on her clit at the same time. It took a few tries to find that magic spot inside her, but Jennie didn’t seem to mind.

Once she’d found it, Ha-eun maintained the simultaneous pressure on her clit and g-spot, sliding another finger in slowly to massage it while she sucked on her clit, listening to Jennie swear and emit increasingly high-pitched gasps and moans until Jennie almost screamed as she came, pulling Ha-eun’s face deeper into her pussy as she humped at her face.

“God, fuck…” Jennie moaned as she relaxed into the covers, untangling her fingers from Ha-eun’s hair slowly. “Thank you, baby girl,” she said, patting Ha-eun on the head sluggishly. Ha-eun smiled and pressed a teasing kiss to Jennie’s inner thigh, right next to her pussy, before sitting up and wiping her mouth.

“Thank you ,” she winked. “That was the most fun I’ve had going down on someone. You taste really sweet, ma’am .” She drawled the last word teasingly, having felt for herself now how the title got Jennie going.

As expected, Jennie flushed a little, but her voice was steady when she said, “You don’t have to call me that outside of bed, Ha-eun-ah.” The implication that she expected it during intimacy made Ha-eun blush and press her thighs together against the rush of arousal that flooded her, leaving Jennie smirking at how the tables had turned.

“Come here,” she invited, opening her arms for Ha-eun.

The younger girl hesitated. “I think Jisoo-ssi might be expecting me…” she hedged.

Jennie rolled her eyes. “Bitch has my vibrator, she can entertain herself for a while.”

Laughing a little, Ha-eun lay down next to Jennie, lacing her fingers with the idol’s. “You’re really pissed about that,” she teased. “Couldn’t you just get another one?”

Jennie groaned. “Fuck, all our mail gets opened and checked these days in case there are any crazy fans. I got that one before we debuted, and I can’t figure out how to get another one.”

Ha-eun giggled and wriggled on the bed until her face was right next to Jennie’s. “I could get it for you,” she offered.

Jennie scoffed and wrapped her fingers around Ha-eun’s chin, her thumb pressing into Ha-eun’s mouth. “Why would I need another vibrator when I have this?”

Ha-eun flushed and ducked her head shyly. “That’s true,” she whispered, licking the taste of Jennie off her lips.

[spacewhalesrock]

Eventually, he found them. One said Rapid response! and another 99% accurate from the day of your missed period! Most were colored pink, with the one on sale (buy two, get three) a horrible baby blue. The lettering was big on all of them, no room for ambiguity. He supposed nobody picked up a pregnancy test ad hoc unless they were in a heightened state of either ecstatic hope or bottomless fear. Well, anyone but Pepper. He could picture her, standing in this same aisle, looking at the same products and flipping to the back of every box before making her choice. Pepper wasn’t a risk-taker. He pegged her for Clearblue, the digital one. It seemed like the most elaborate of the bunch. Of course he would never have certainty. She could have gone for more than one, maybe made a second trip after the first one showed positive because she’d been afraid of a false result. He picked it up and turned it over. A pixelated screen would tell you if you were PREGNANT or NOT PREGNANT. It was undoubtedly some cheap sensor picking up on the same color change as any other test line before flashing its output. It would probably seem reassuringly high end to Pepper though.

A Graveyard For Lunatics, Chapter 22

[sweet-teeth-mfs]

Sweet Teeth Season 4

Boys with Love

Also known as the Long Season™️ because oh my goodness, did it take a long (seven months) time!! Drawing from a request list over 50 requests long, this season brought comedy, drama and pure, filth-laden smut in equal measure.  

Completed Requests:

BTS

My Bad (345 words.) There seems to have been a communication error between you and Hobi (soft!Daddyseok)  

Good Boy Jungkook (447 words.) All Kookie wants is to please his Noona.

Daddy Jungkook? (436 words.) Jungkook wants to prove a point...and the belt around your neck is just the first step. 

R Rated RKive (639 words.) Dom!Joon’s got you hot on his desk, but who’s that watching from the shadows?

Birthday Treats (1388 words.) Yoongi/Jimin fic where the reader & Jimin treat Yoongi to a birthday submission session (includes pegging, blindfolds, restraints).

Soft Studio Suga (375 words.) Soft fic where Yoongi encourages you to fall asleep on his lap whilst he works.

Jimin Gets Pegged (522 words.) Only Jimin would be concerned about you coming whilst being treated to a pegging session…  

Come for Daddy (751 words.) Sexting w/ a teasing Papa!Joon

In Your Dreams (1575 words.) When Hoseok catches you moaning in your sleep he takes matters into his own hands. 

The Dancer (247 words.) Jungkook makes a bold offer whilst watching Jimin dance. 

The Three Stages of Pegging Jungkook (578 words.) Just like it says on the tin, this fic looks at Jungkook’s relationship once you bring The Strap™️ into the bedroom.  

House of Cards (4798 words.) ⭐️Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon x Reader fic (with bonus Hobi!); what happens when poly!Daddy Namjoon invites his two closest friends round to play with you (long, explicit, and with triple pen & showersex) 

House of Cards 2: Daddies Need Love Too (1889 words.) Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader continuation of HOC series; what happens when Namjoon starts to doubt his past decisions. 

NCT 127

I told you! (1,103 words.) Taeyong/Johnny Seo threesome w/ face sitting.

Don’t Ruin the Sofa! (297 words.) Johnny was just a friend, but friends don’t fuck, right?

In Front of Your Eyes (563 words.) You and Taeil have been ‘friends’ for months, but how does he really feel?

Ride Me First (465 words.) Dom!Yuta wants you to come on his thigh first. 

Soft Serve: (1380 words.) Baby boy sub!Taeyong comes over all soft when you get on top. 

EXO

No Sympathy (175 words.) Jongdae’s feeling like a tease.

All Yours (197 words.) Up against the wall w/ Chanyeol.

Yes Boss! (396 words.) Boss Baekhyun teaches you a thing or two on his desk.

Eyes Wide Open (396 words.) Of course you love sitting on Chanyeol’s face, but there’s just one problem...

Daddy Chanyeol (1435 words.) Choking, degradation, anal, oral, dp, spitting, daddy/baby and a hell of a size kink make this fic decidedly NSFW. 

Blue Hour Aftercare (800 words.) Meant to be read after Daddy Chanyeol; you wake up early with one thing on your mind, but your bf Chanyeol has other plans... 

GUEST STARS

What’s cooking? (236 words.) Guest star Jay Park can’t wait, so you’re just going to have to fuck on the kitchen table. 

Tell Me How (376 words.) Guest star Daddy!Jay Park has you on display. 

Self care fics:

Emergency Yuta (569 words.) Soft sex w/ a devoted Yuta. 

Bonus Fics (Unrequested)

BONUS: Chanyeol buys a giant mirror, but why?

BONUS: Waking up to Taehyung

BONUS: Photographer!Johnny Seo 

BONUS: Chanyeol Headcanon: Baby Talk

BONUS: Soft!Dom Taeil 

Series:

Doyoung Summer: NSFW // 18+ series feat. NCT 127′s Doyoung, Taeyong, Yuta (& other guest stars 😘)

House of Cards: NSFW // 18+ au series feat. poly Namjoon/Hoseok x reader, w/ Yoongi & Jimin (extremely nsfw)

Parts: one / two 

 ❤️✨

[evanfleischer]

Truth, like love and sleep, resents Approaches that are too intense. —  W.H. Auden, “New Year Letter”

Walter Benjamin spoke of an “angel of history” in his unpublished-at-the-time essay, “On The Concept Of History,” writing that  — 

His [that is, the angel’s face] face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.

Benjamin’s definition of ‘the angel of history’ enables us to look a little bit more closely at the function of the symbol and the idea of ‘an angel of history’ in The Rings of Saturn by W.G. Sebald. It’s also in discussing both Walter Benjamin’s angel and The Rings of Saturn that we can discuss Wings of Desire and take note of how the three engage with the other.

There are literal connections and all but literal connections that can be drawn between the three texts: in the library scene in Wings of Desire, per the screenplay, one reader studies Paul Klee’s “Angelus Novus,” which is referenced by Walter Benjamin in relation to “the angel of history” (and which prompts the above-quoted paragraph), which itself serves as a point of intellectual reference in The Rings of Saturn.

Thinking involves not only the flow of thoughts, but their arrest as well. Where thinking suddenly stops in a configuration pregnant with tensions, it gives that configuration a shock, by which it crystalizes into a monad. A historical materialist approaches a historical subject only where he encounters it as a monad. In this structure he recognizes the sign of a Messianic cessation of happening, or, put differently, a revolutionary chance in the fight for the oppressed past. He takes cognizance of it in order to blast a specific era out of the homogenous course of history  —  blasting a specific life out of the era or a specific work out of the lifework. As a result of this method the lifework is preserved in this work and at the same time canceled (orig.: aufheben) … The nourishing fruit of the historically understood contains time as a precious but tasteless seed.

The Rings Of Saturn is manifestly aware of an oppressed past and the notion of “blast[ing] a specific era out of the homogenous course of history.” The text is aware of how frequently it looks upon a “wreckage,” so aware that the voice of the text frequently slides upward into a register filled with hauntings — but not just Gothic-styled hauntings pegged to a specific object, i.e., a single ghost haunting a single house because of a single terrible act committed one generational leap back into the past.

Sebald pursues a different path: when the reader ascends to a certain level in the text when one might feel a more ‘direct’ encounter with a ‘ghost,’ i.e., that space between a pile of herring and the bodies of those murdered in the Holocaust as defined by the implicit metaphor, we also share an intellectual space with thinking over of what generational trauma means while also operating in the middle of an encounter with ‘place.’ (The narrator can be expected to only accomplish so much, being human, after all.) The book has names for the things that have produced that “wreckage” — imperialism, colonialism, capitalism, and fascism; and the book traces their evolution well — but merely indicting a large ‘-ism’ isn’t where the mission of The Rings Of Saturn begins or ends. Sebald the narrator seeks out a saint in Nuremberg. An angel seeks to become human in Berlin. Each are on an analogous path and make use of similar tools. In a small essay called “Why Do You Make Films?” written in 1987, Wim Wenders remarked that “The camera is a weapon against the tragedy of things, against their disappearing.” Sebald himself was quoted in an interview flagged by the podcast Backlisted as saying that “The photograph is meant to get lost somewhere in an attic — a nomadic thing that has a small chance only to survive,” making their survival — and the act of ensuring their survival — all the more striking.  And, more often than not, both Sebald and the angel seek to commune with nominally empty spaces.

To explain what occupies this emptiness requires us to talk for a moment about what we mean when we use words like trauma, collective trauma, and generational trauma.

With all three, there’s a rough feeling that lingers with us where we can say that we know it when we see it, feel it, or hear about it. We know it when we keep friends safe in the middle of the night, telling them over the phone to breathe in and breathe out. We know it when we hear a blues song scratchily emanating from the side of an open and otherwise quiet car mechanic’s garage late at night. We know it when we read a book like The Body Keeps The Score and we know it when we watch a television show like Watchmen.

Now, there’s a DSM-5 definition we can break out — which talks about “actual or threatened death, serious injury, or sexual violence” — but that doesn’t incorporate a thousand other things that are part of the landscape of trauma. There is also a certain level of complexity in tracing generational trauma from one generation to the next at the level of biology. As of 2018 — insofar as this writer can make out — no studies exist that follow the trauma a mother might have before she conceives a child, how that trauma changes the genetic make-up of an oocyte (a cell in the ovary that changes to form an ovum), and how that link between the trauma established before conception and the trauma felt by the child is established after the child has been born.

That difficulty doesn’t mean the investigation into generational trauma is illegitimate. In 1966, Vivian M. Rakoff, a Canadian psychologist, described the children of parents who survived the Holocaust as suffering more acute psychological symptoms than their parents. In the 1990’s, as Rachel Yahuda and Amy Lehrner note in World Psychiatry, as technology developed, time passed, and more investigations were made — 

… offspring of Holocaust survivors were more likely to show HPA axis alterations associated with PTSD, such as lower cortisol levels and enhanced GR responsiveness … Subsequent investigations documented that maternal and paternal PTSD were associated with different biological outcomes. A post‐hoc analysis of cortisol circadian rhythm data indicated that lower cortisol levels in adult Holocaust offspring were associated with maternal, but not paternal, PTSD.

The HPA axis refers to the connection between the hypothalamus, the pituitary gland, and adrenal glands. GR responsiveness refers to glucocorticoid receptors, which are found throughout the body and play a role in regulating the genes that control development, metabolism, and immune response.

Looking at these results suggests that it wouldn’t be entirely unreasonable to offer up the reductive assertion that lower cortisol levels and enhanced GR responsiveness means that someone is both hyper-sensitive and might not feel the stress that the body should otherwise feel if it were in a ‘flight or ‘fight,’ trauma-inducing situation. In other words: the children exhibit the symptoms of the traumatized.

There is much more detail at hand here — studies involving GR gene methylation that parallel but don’t explicitly show genetic transmission of trauma, mothers with PTSD who experienced September 11th rating their children as having higher anxiety in the morning than mothers without PTSD, animals exposed to “chronic stress in utero [that led to] increased male, but not female, HPA stress reactivity,” and ‘secondary traumatization’ — but we should zoom the camera lens out to flag the fact that trauma simply makes itself manifest in the day-to-day lives of individuals in a variety of ways. In Bassel Van Der Kolk’s book, The Body Keeps The Score, the doctor describes patients who “felt emotionally distant from everybody, as though [their] heart were frozen and [the individual in question was] living behind a glass wall,” as well as other patients who were “suffering from memories,” and notes that “I [the author] could not be [the doctor of a traumatized group] unless they made me one of them.”

This characterization brings us back to the idea of the lead characters in The Rings Of Saturn and Wings Of Desire encountering nominally empty spaces. At Somerleyton Hall in The Rings Of Saturn, the narrator thinks of how “fine a place the house seemed to me now that it was imperceptibly nearing the brink of dissolution and silent oblivion,” a house where “there are … moments, as one passes through the rooms open to the public … when one is not quite sure whether one is in a country house in Suffolk or some kind of no-man’s-land, on the shores of the Arctic Ocean or in the heart of the dark continent.”

The house is only ‘nominally’ empty because of the action implied by the phrases of “the Arctic Ocean” and “in the heart of the dark continent.” Open up the door of the latter phrase and voices will come rushing through. The alexithymia of trauma located in more than one place — in both the house and the ‘dark continent’ — will find a voice — of exploitation, cruelty, and worse. (Later on, the narrator goes so far as to suggest that the colonial violence of the Belgians in the past makes it manifest in physical deformations in the near-present.)

Consider two scenes in Wings Of Desire. The first is the montage that shows us a glimpse of what happened to Berlin in the war: the camera passes by a destitute man, a domestic argument, and a child screaming for his mother in the street before we transition to the sounds of a bomb siren, see for ourselves the bombs flash bulb across the sky of the city, the shadow of planes and white-yellow search lights, and buildings on fire. Or, as the English writer Thomas Browne puts it in one section of The Rings Of Saturn —

The shadow of night is drawn like a black veil across the earth, and since almost all creatures, from one meridian to the next, lie down after the sun has set, so … one might, in following the setting sun, see on our globe nothing but prone bodies, row upon row, as if levelled by the scythe of Saturn — an endless graveyard for a humanity struck by falling sickness.

The second scene is Peter Falk standing outside a small snack bar in the middle of a muddied expanse. He talks to Bruno Ganz, the angel, and — even though the angel says nothing — they share a moment.

I can’t see you, but I know you’re here. I feel it. You’ve been hanging around since I got here. I wish I could see your face. Just look into your eyes and tell you how good it is to be here. Just to touch something. See, that’s cold. That feels good. Or, here … To smoke. Have coffee. And, if you do it together, it’s fantastic. Or … to draw. You know, you take a pencil, and you make a dark line … then you make a light line. And, together, it’s a good line. Or when your hands are cold — you rub ’em together. You see, that’s good. That feels good. There’s so many good things. But you’re not here. I’m here. I wish you were here. I wish you could talk to me, because I’m a friend. Compañero.

It is agonizingly tempting to liken Falk’s voice here to Sebald’s voice in a one-to-one ratio, even in spite of the fairly central role ‘wreckage’ and melancholy play in The Rings Of Saturn, especially if one were to factor in the consistently sumptuous turns of Sebald’s language, i.e., how the scratchy sounds of a transistor radio playing on a beach are “as if the pebbles being dragged back by the waves were talking to each other”; how — instead of a child — one couple in The Hague has an “apricot-colored poodle”; and how — “every now and then” at the Schiphol airport — “the announcers’ voices, disembodied and intoning their messages like angels, would call someone’s name.” But just before that scene in the film, Falk is seen wandering through a muddied expanse of earth. “Walking and seeing,” he says in voice over. He turns and looks off in the distance to his right (and the lingering background of the shot.) “That must be the station — not the one where the trains stop, but the station where the station stops.”

“The station where the station stops” is a roundabout way of talking about “the zero hour,” the end of history, or the “inclusion of all exclusions,” which is how the German sociologist Niklas Luhmann once described the apocalypse. Falk goes from contemplating the “inclusion of all exclusions” — an enormous collective trauma collectively felt — to talking about simple things with a spirit he can’t see, a spirit who doesn’t feel like it’s part of humanity and wants to be a part of humanity. And Falk wants that spirit there.

Sebald’s narrator has a role in reaching out to the spirits. The angel has a role in reaching out to humanity. Each are working to build a narrative bridge over which those impacted by collective trauma and generational trauma can pass into the story of the present. The aforementioned individuals who felt “emotionally distant from everybody, as though [their] heart[s] were frozen and [they] were living behind a glass wall” might now have a better idea of the path they need to take to unfreeze the heart and come from behind said glass wall. (Or, as it was put in HBO’s Watchmen: “Wounds need air.”) Neither narrator in either text can accomplish the project of building this bridge without the other, as is evidenced by the fact that The Rings Of Saturn all but ends amongst a reconstructed Temple of Jerusalem — an appeal to the judgement of eternity — and Wings Of Desire ends with the angel becoming human and falling in love.

There are a few complications that linger along our path: on one level, Sebald’s narrator doesn’t really ‘do’ much of anything. He walks around, has some associative thoughts, and eventually ends up in the hospital. The same judgement could be passed on the angel: he drifts, becomes human, and — for his troubles — ends up with a colorful coat.

But that reading ignores the role of what it means to be a witness.

“A witness is needed in order for the particular narrative to rise from the inundation of universal sound,” Xavier Vila and Alice Kuzniar wrote of ‘the library scene’ in Wings of Desire in the 1992 Spring issue of Film Criticism, and witnesses abound in both Wings of Desire and The Rings of Saturn. Roger Casement is witnessed on television. The gaze of the painter is witnessed in The Anatomy Lesson. The pathway of a Nazi who becomes the head of the United Nations is witnessed from one era to the next. The descendants of the colonialists — as well as what they took — are witnessed. In looking at a bridge crossing the river Blyth, the narrator also performs an act of witness concerning the growth of capitalism and empire in China.

It is this repeated act of witness that lends a shape of characterization to the seemingly unobserved, un-filled-in narrator. In observing this, we observe a man who is quiet, decent, and thoughtful. We observe a man who knows what it means to genuinely ‘live in the moment.’ We observe his silence in the same fashion that the narrator and housekeeper observe the silence of Major George Wyndham Le-Strange after the latter was one of the ones who liberated Belsen.

By contrast, the angels in Wings Of Desire observe things in an earthward direction, i.e., someone reading in a library — or someone dying as the result of a motorcycle accident  and seeing their life flash before their eyes — 

Albert Camus. The morning light. The child’s eyes. The swim in the waterfall. The spots of the first drops of rain. The sun. The bread and wine. Hopping. Easter. The veins of leaves. The blowing grass. The color of stones. The pebbles on the stream’s bed. The white tablecloth outdoors. The dream of the house in the house. The dear one asleep in the next room. The peaceful Sundays. The horizon. The light from the room in the garden. The night flight. Riding a bicycle with no hands. The beautiful stranger. My father. My mother. My wife. My child.

In each case, we see a deepening of the role of the angel of history as described by Benjamin in his essay. It isn’t just that the angel witnesses the wreckage; it’s that the angel has emotions about the wreckage it wants to share with us. It isn’t just that the storm propels the angel into the future; it’s that the angel has an opinion as to how that wreckage should have conducted itself. The angel of history isn’t about the truth or falsity of history; it’s about who is acknowledged and what it means to share care and concern for those initially lost to history.

The other complication to the arc of this argument is that solely ascribing an interest in the traumatized ‘lessens’ the work of either text — that it strips them of the necessary ineffable mysteriousness that makes art ‘art.’

If that were to hold true — if we were to push our concern with trauma to the side — it still wouldn’t get rid of the fact that there is an emotion we can ascribe to the wreckage of history as described in The Rings Of Saturn. You can’t look at the very end of the book — wherein Sebald notes the death of his father-in-law — and not feel an emotion — that, over the course of history, when a ‘lady of the upper classes’ suffered a grief — which the reader could reasonably read as barely concealed code for ‘a very important woman’ — this is how history would respond (ergo, how we could respond), with …

… heavy robes of black silk taffeta or black crêpe de chine … black Mantua silk of which the Norwich silk weavers … had created … to rape black mourning ribbons over all the mirrors and all canvasses depicting landscapes or people or the fruits of the field …

 — but the text doesn’t just stop with the emotion. It begins to move and slides upward to note that these arrangements were done so that  — 

… the soul, as it left the body, would not be distracted on its final journey, either by a reflection of itself or by a last glimpse of the land now being lost forever.  

In other words: amidst the wreckage of empire and silk, as you cross from a story about Queen Victoria to fictitious words falsely attributed to Thomas Browne, we realize that a bridge has been built for a dear one close to the narrator’s heart. In fact, all of this is done in the name of building a bridge: the angel bearing witness to the words of a dying motorcyclist in Wings of Desire; Peter Falk (as an ex-angel) bearing witness to an empty space on his way to get a cup of coffee; Sebald’s narrator bearing witness to an empty house or to fishermen on the beach who looked

… as if the last stragglers of some nomadic people had settled there, at the outermost limit of the earth, in expectation of the miracle longed for since time immemorial, the miracle which would justify all their erstwhile privations and wanderings.

The late David Foster Wallace once characterized true heroism as “minutes, hours, weeks, year upon year of the quiet, precise, judicious exercise of probity and care — with no one there to see or cheer.” The actions undertaken in Wings Of Desire and The Rings Of Saturn highlight just how much weight the words ‘probity’ and ‘care’ carry over the course of a story, as well as what it takes for someone to actually earn that epithet of praise.

[why485]

Man, the positron rifle episode is so cool. This is the Apollo 13 “round peg, square hole” engineering problem solving sequence but on a national scale. 

Misato thinks they can kill the angel with an experimental energy weapon, but the production version isn’t ready yet, so they commandeer the prototype cannon that’s the size of a building.

The cannon needs a completely ridiculous amount of power to penetrate the angel, so Misato’s plan is to hijack the entire power grid of Japan. Officially, a scheduled blackout is announced, and then literally overnight an insane amount of infrastructure is laid down with cooling units and ad-hoc power stations to help route the power of the entire nation to the cannon. 

Except, the cannon has no automatic way to aim because it was just some testbed, so they jury rig up a way for a giant robot to lay down next to it to manually aim and operate it. The gun sits on top of a tank chassis!

I love it. It is problem solving and cooperation on a grand scale. I’ve actually seen Rebuild already, so I know they play this up even more there, but even the OG version is great. This is definitely my favorite episode so far. I’m going to be sad when the show goes off the rails and loses the monster of the week format.

[pleaseanotherbook]

A/metà di Jasmin B. Frelih

Tutte le famiglie, tutte, quelle fortunate e quelle sfortunate, le famiglie ricche o quelle povere, dimenticate, esaltate, disprezzate, le famiglie spudorate e disperate e avide e anche le famiglie stupende, le famiglie giuste, quelle sbagliate, potenti, indegne, abbienti, empie, e poi quelle rozze, ingorde e anche quelle più isteriche sono, comunque le guardi, in primo luogo, soprattutto un disgustoso branco di persone ferite.

Queste persone sono legate da minuscoli codici di informazioni riposti da qualche parte in fondo ai loro corpi. Le legano i ricordi, forgiati attraverso lunghi anni di continue peripezie. Le legano il sangue e l'acqua e le lacrime e a volte una casa, un appartamento o una caverna in cui si trascinano quando fuori imperversano gli uragani. Sono legate come fascine. Non possono stare separate. E per questo soffrono.

“A/metà” di Jasmin B. Frelih edito in italiano da Safarà Editore è un libro che è entrato nelle mie cose da leggere perché convinta irrimediabilmente a leggerlo allo stand della casa editrice al Salone del Libro di Torino dell’anno scorso. Come sempre facile vittima del marketing fatto bene. Come ho spesso condiviso qui sul blog Safarà è una delle mie case editrici preferite e leggere le loro pubblicazioni è sempre un piacere. E anche in questo caso non me ne sono pentita.

È il 2036, venticinque anni dopo l’avvento della Grande Cacofonia che ha distrutto la rete di comunicazioni globale inaugurando l’era post-Internet. In un mondo incerto sulla soglia del tempo che ospita le vestigia di passato, presente e futuro – dove in rigogliosi boschi sloveni ci si imbatte nei corpi di soldati austroungarici mentre a Edo conturbanti cyborg vengono assunti come agenti teatrali – tre vecchi amici, Zoja, celebre poetessa trapiantata a Brooklyn, Evan, geniale regista teatrale allo sbando, e Kras, ex ministro della Guerra, saranno destinati a incontrarsi riannodando i fili interrotti delle loro esistenze in una narrazione esilarante e gioiosamente anarchica capace di evocare con occhio profetico una possibilità del nostro più imminente futuro.

"A/metà" è un libro strano che si articola intorno alle vicende di personaggi dalle vite intrecciate e convolute che cercano di salvarsi dalle loro esistenze spezzate. La storia si svolge nel 2036 in un futuro costruito ad hoc che vive in un disperato scenario post apocalittico in cui la bolla creata da Internet è esplosa lasciando tutti nelle condizioni di non riconoscersi per quello che si è. La "Grande Cacofonia" ha distrutto tutte le certezze e ha instaurato un regime che sembra avulso da qualsiasi radice. L'atmosfera quasi onirica, accompagnata da visioni e suggestione, contribuisce a rendere le vicende quasi spezzate, senza rendersi conto davvero dell'unità di fondo del libro. Ma dell'evento che ha modificato per sempre i tratti distintivi delle comunicazioni mondiali non si parla mai davvero, non si entra mai nel merito, è una verità universale che attraversa le pagine e le plasma da dentro, come il magma di un vulcano. I tre protagonisti di cui seguiamo le storie sembrano vivere in un mondo senza tempo, che non si aggancia con la nostra realtà e allo stesso tempo, emerge con una precisione assoluta il senso di straniamento che proviamo anche noi rispetto alla situazione attuale. C'è da un lato la propensione al distacco, alla fuga, alla divisione, dall'altro la voglia di intrecciare la propria esistenza a quella degli altri. La dispersione di internet ha messo in luce la solitudine e la disperazione che caratterizza la vita dei protagonisti e anche il bisogno di creare connessioni. Evan è un regista che si trova ad Edo per mettere in scena un’opera abbastanza controversa, mentre il suo agente si ritrova invischiato in uno scandalo, deve fare i conti con le sue perversioni e le sue dipendenze. Incastrato in scelte di cui forse inizia a pentirsi Evan è uno che si lascia trasportare dalla sua vita, incapace di prendere una posizione, fino a quando decide per il peggio possibile. Kras invece è un ex ministro della Guerra, che si unisce alla sua famiglia per festeggiare un compleanno e finisce per scoperchiare una serie di segreti che non pensava neanche esistessero. La guerra non è mai finita e anzi si ripropone sempre e continuamente con altre facce, ma sempre con la sua forza più distruttrice. E dove c’è la guerra ci sono sempre solo perdenti. Tradito e sconvolto Kras si dimena tra mogli, sorelle, fratelli già delusi, già persi, già sconvolti. Chiude il trio Zoja, forse il personaggio più particolare dei tre, quello sicuramente che muove le fila della storia. Una poetessa che non solo scrive ma si esibisce, in un pubblico riunito per osannarla, ma anche per toccarne di sfuggita un pezzo. Zaja è fuoco e parola, è il filo che conduce Kras e Evan in un turbine di scoperte e parole. C’è un prima e c’è un dopo che si perde a distanza di anni, nella distruzione del post Internet. Cosa c’è quando l’iperconnessione svanisce? Cosa c’è quando il dolore diventa troppo grande? Il libro di Frehil è un viaggio in una dimensione nuova, in cui i confini non sono chiari, ma in cui le solitudini dei protagonisti, diverse per sostanza e cause, si ritrovano unite, di nuovo, per cercare risposte anche quando queste sembrano impossibili.

 Il particolare da non dimenticare? Una casa sull’albero…

Siamo tutti un po' a metà, spezzati, incompleti. Siamo tutti la somma dei nostri pezzi scomposti. ogni esperienza ci divide e ci esaspera. La scrittrice slava racconta una storia che mostra cosa succede quando tutto questo diventa troppo.

Buona lettura guys!

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Cute But Deadly - Pharah

GAME had reduced the price on the Cute But Deadly Series II figures, so I picked up two of the boxes. One of them was a repeat (Tyrande), but the other one was Pharah:

I don’t play Overwatch, but this little figure is too amazing to give up. I love the bold, striking colours and that screaming expression. Which came off like shock, in an ad-hoc picture of a lewd figure I sent to a Discord channel I’m in. Oops, haha. 

Left:

Some stray yellow paint at the top, but other than that, painted well. Surprisingly the smaller details are neater than the big ones.

Right:

Similar story here. This side is pretty much a mirror-image of the other one. This one pegs into the stand, but also propped up by the downward-pointing fins. 

Back:

Plain-looking for the back of her head, but the fins jutting out of her back prevent her looking totally plain. Love this part of the character’s design. 

Overall, I really like this character, even though I don’t have any familiarity with her. The paintwork is largely good, and the expression interesting, and would likely work well in photoshoots. I still think these are a bit on the pricey side in the UK, but the quality does justify a higher price tag than a lot of other blind boxes imo. 

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How a Bounty of Vaccines Flooded a Small Hospital and Its Nearby College

This story also ran on Daily Beast. It can be republished for free.

When administrators at Hillsdale College, a conservative liberal-arts school in Michigan, heard its local hospital didn’t have a way to store the Pfizer-BioNTech covid vaccine, they offered the use of its science department’s ultra-low temperature freezer. The vaccine must be stored at minus 94 degrees Fahrenheit.

With that help, the small hospital — employing about 400 — was able to receive vaccines from the state: 1,950 doses in late December, more than twice what it requested, according to the hospital CEO.

Two weeks later, college faculty, staffers and administrators were among 900 people who received vaccinations at an on-campus clinic run by Hillsdale Hospital, even though college workers were not in the state-recommended priority groups eligible to get the vaccine in Michigan. The clinic was also open to faculty at the local beauty college.

Meanwhile, the number of doses allocated to the public health department of Hillsdale County, home to 46,000, was only 400, leaving the department scrambling to try to vaccinate front-line health workers in the region.

The hospital’s willingness to vaccinate Hillsdale College faculty outside of recommended state guidelines following the loan of a refrigerator comes amid growing concern nationally that younger, healthier, more privileged or merely lucky people can “jump the line” while others in the priority groups can’t get shots.

The twists and turns of how Hillsdale Hospital got more doses than it could initially give away speaks to the ad hoc, chaotic nature of the vaccine distribution process nationally, in which state, county and local officials complain about not knowing week to week how many doses they will receive to dole out. Some places initially got more than they needed, while others, like the Hillsdale County health department, received far less.

Decisions on who gets a dose often fall to local officials including, as in the case of Hillsdale, the hospital CEO, who first tried to get all front-line health workers vaccinated, then held another clinic for which he pegged eligibility to occupations with exposure to the public, such as pharmacists, hospice workers and educators.

Hillsdale College’s staff members were on the list. That was surprising — raising some eyebrows — because the school’s leaders have strongly opposed Democratic Gov. Gretchen Whitmer’s closure of in-person classes, hosted an in-person graduation in defiance of state mandates against large gatherings and reportedly were prepared to go to court if Michigan extended campus closure rules into this spring. The student newspaper had an opinion piece this fall cautioning against the rush to a vaccine as a threat to liberty and health. The school garnered national attention in September when its Washington, D.C., campus, hosted a conference in Virginia at which then-attorney general William Barr compared covid closure rules to slavery.

It Started with the College’s Freezer

Set amid the rolling hills of south-central Michigan about 90 minutes from Detroit, Hillsdale is a small town whose largest employers are the college, with about 800, and Hillsdale Hospital, the county’s only hospital, with 47 beds, along with a 40-bed skilled nursing facility and about 400 full- and part-time employees.

The college held in-person classes for much of the year, requiring masks only in public spaces inside buildings, but professors could request students wear them in class.

As of Thursday, Hillsdale County has recorded more than 3,000 since the pandemic began, with 68 deaths.

Around the time Whitmer closed all campuses to in-person classes in November as cases spiked, there were 76 active cases at the college and 179 people were in contact isolation, the school paper reported.

Hillsdale Hospital had initially requested 800 doses of the Moderna vaccine from the state health department, said Jeremiah J. Hodshire, the hospital’s president and CEO.

The Moderna product does not require ultra-cold storage.

Once the hospital secured the use of the college science department freezer, it modified its application, requesting instead the Pfizer product, which comes as 975 doses packed inside special ultra-cold transport containers, Hodshire said.

To officials’ surprise — and without explanation — the hospital received two shipments of 975 doses of the Pfizer vaccine, meaning they had lots leftover.

“We were concerned,” Hodshire said, and called state officials for an explanation, but ultimately kept them.

Many localities have complained of the unpredictability of these precious shipments from the federal government to the states and on to the localities, with most places getting far less than they need or requested.

What If They Gave a Vaccine and Nobody Came?

With a generous supply to dispense, the hospital faced another distribution dilemma. In an area of the country where many people are skeptical about covid, vaccines and government, there wasn’t a throng of vaccine takers.

Though the hospital in late December first offered vaccines to its 400 employees, as well as local doctors, dentists, nursing home staffers and their residents, turnout was low. Only about 400 doses were given. Hodshire received his vaccination, he said, after all the workers at his hospital who wanted one received a shot.

There are “a lot of nay-sayers in the community,” said Hodshire, who used his weekly podcast and Facebook Live events to assure listeners the vaccines were safe. Every time, he said, “we get people saying, ‘You are government agents, you are evil.’”

For the approximately 1,500 doses left, Hodshire arranged a vaccination clinic at a large conference hall at the college — not far from the fridge — and staffed by hospital personnel, along with an assist from the National Guard and volunteers from the small local health department.

He invited optometrists, pharmacists, and K-12 educators. But he also added a group not specifically included in the state priority list for the next phase: higher education employees, including those from the local beauty college — not based on age but, he said, on whether they had direct dealings with students or families. (The state, meanwhile, was about to move to add seniors to its priority list.)

Hodshire pointed to federal guidelines that say groups can overlap to ensure efficient distribution of available vaccine supplies.

More than 200 higher education staff members received shots from that batch of 1,500. No students were vaccinated, a college spokesperson said in an email.

“There was no quid pro quo” for use of the refrigerator, said Hodshire, 45; the goal was to find demand to meet supply.

The college, he said, had made no secret of its intent to revive on-campus classes, “whether the government allowed them to or not.” Leaving college staff members to mingle with students on campus and off, without an opportunity for vaccination, “would have been egregious on my part.”

The hospital, Hodshire said, shared those plans with the state and received no pushback.

Michigan Department of Health and Human Services spokesperson Lynn Sutfin said in an email that the agency does not collect or approve plans from hospitals about vaccination efforts.

But, she added, “we do not want providers to waste vaccine and would rather they provide vaccine to someone outside of the prioritization groups as opposed to losing doses.”

Even after the early January clinic at the college, the hospital had 340 doses left.

So, it set another clinic for late January, offering sign-ups to day care workers, bank employees, clergy and grocery clerks — again, with a requirement that all be involved in public-facing positions.

At the same time, the country’s health department was having the opposite experience — struggling with scarce supplies to vaccinate those in the first eligibility group, health care workers. Later in the month, the health department opened eligibility to the state’s next priority group, which included other essential workers and seniors, resulting in jammed phone lines and fully booked appointments.

All 400 of its initial allotment of vaccines were from Moderna, because the health department does not have an ultra-cold storage freezer, said the county’s health officer Rebecca Burns.

“The hospital hasn’t opened [vaccination clinics] to 65 and older seniors,” Burns said. “If they were to do so, they would have a huge response.”

Moving Forward

At the hospital’s late January vaccination clinic, 50 health care workers who sat out the first round stepped forward for their shots.

Only then did the facility expand sign-ups to those 65 and up for the remaining 225 slots, which were left after interested clergy, day care and other retail workers signed up.

“They filled within 12 minutes of registration going live,” wrote hospital spokesperson Rachel Lott in an email.

For the last full week in January, the county health department learned from the state that it would get 300 more vaccine doses, Burns said. The hospital would get 100 doses, this time of the Moderna vaccine, Hodshire said. It plans to distribute them at a joint clinic with the county health department set for an upcoming weekend.

“Moving forward, we are going to be partnering with them to serve all the  eligible populations as we have vaccine available,” Lott wrote.

Kaiser Health News (KHN) is a national health policy news service. It is an editorially independent program of the Henry J. Kaiser Family Foundation which is not affiliated with Kaiser Permanente.

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How a Bounty of Vaccines Flooded a Small Hospital and Its Nearby College

This story also ran on Daily Beast. It can be republished for free.

When administrators at Hillsdale College, a conservative liberal-arts school in Michigan, heard its local hospital didn’t have a way to store the Pfizer-BioNTech covid vaccine, they offered the use of its science department’s ultra-low temperature freezer. The vaccine must be stored at minus 94 degrees Fahrenheit.

With that help, the small hospital — employing about 400 — was able to receive vaccines from the state: 1,950 doses in late December, more than twice what it requested, according to the hospital CEO.

Two weeks later, college faculty, staffers and administrators were among 900 people who received vaccinations at an on-campus clinic run by Hillsdale Hospital, even though college workers were not in the state-recommended priority groups eligible to get the vaccine in Michigan. The clinic was also open to faculty at the local beauty college.

Meanwhile, the number of doses allocated to the public health department of Hillsdale County, home to 46,000, was only 400, leaving the department scrambling to try to vaccinate front-line health workers in the region.

The hospital’s willingness to vaccinate Hillsdale College faculty outside of recommended state guidelines following the loan of a refrigerator comes amid growing concern nationally that younger, healthier, more privileged or merely lucky people can “jump the line” while others in the priority groups can’t get shots.

The twists and turns of how Hillsdale Hospital got more doses than it could initially give away speaks to the ad hoc, chaotic nature of the vaccine distribution process nationally, in which state, county and local officials complain about not knowing week to week how many doses they will receive to dole out. Some places initially got more than they needed, while others, like the Hillsdale County health department, received far less.

Decisions on who gets a dose often fall to local officials including, as in the case of Hillsdale, the hospital CEO, who first tried to get all front-line health workers vaccinated, then held another clinic for which he pegged eligibility to occupations with exposure to the public, such as pharmacists, hospice workers and educators.

Hillsdale College’s staff members were on the list. That was surprising — raising some eyebrows — because the school’s leaders have strongly opposed Democratic Gov. Gretchen Whitmer’s closure of in-person classes, hosted an in-person graduation in defiance of state mandates against large gatherings and reportedly were prepared to go to court if Michigan extended campus closure rules into this spring. The student newspaper had an opinion piece this fall cautioning against the rush to a vaccine as a threat to liberty and health. The school garnered national attention in September when its Washington, D.C., campus, hosted a conference in Virginia at which then-attorney general William Barr compared covid closure rules to slavery.

It Started with the College’s Freezer

Set amid the rolling hills of south-central Michigan about 90 minutes from Detroit, Hillsdale is a small town whose largest employers are the college, with about 800, and Hillsdale Hospital, the county’s only hospital, with 47 beds, along with a 40-bed skilled nursing facility and about 400 full- and part-time employees.

The college held in-person classes for much of the year, requiring masks only in public spaces inside buildings, but professors could request students wear them in class.

As of Thursday, Hillsdale County has recorded more than 3,000 since the pandemic began, with 68 deaths.

Around the time Whitmer closed all campuses to in-person classes in November as cases spiked, there were 76 active cases at the college and 179 people were in contact isolation, the school paper reported.

Hillsdale Hospital had initially requested 800 doses of the Moderna vaccine from the state health department, said Jeremiah J. Hodshire, the hospital’s president and CEO.

The Moderna product does not require ultra-cold storage.

Once the hospital secured the use of the college science department freezer, it modified its application, requesting instead the Pfizer product, which comes as 975 doses packed inside special ultra-cold transport containers, Hodshire said.

To officials’ surprise — and without explanation — the hospital received two shipments of 975 doses of the Pfizer vaccine, meaning they had lots leftover.

“We were concerned,” Hodshire said, and called state officials for an explanation, but ultimately kept them.

Many localities have complained of the unpredictability of these precious shipments from the federal government to the states and on to the localities, with most places getting far less than they need or requested.

What If They Gave a Vaccine and Nobody Came?

With a generous supply to dispense, the hospital faced another distribution dilemma. In an area of the country where many people are skeptical about covid, vaccines and government, there wasn’t a throng of vaccine takers.

Though the hospital in late December first offered vaccines to its 400 employees, as well as local doctors, dentists, nursing home staffers and their residents, turnout was low. Only about 400 doses were given. Hodshire received his vaccination, he said, after all the workers at his hospital who wanted one received a shot.

There are “a lot of nay-sayers in the community,” said Hodshire, who used his weekly podcast and Facebook Live events to assure listeners the vaccines were safe. Every time, he said, “we get people saying, ‘You are government agents, you are evil.’”

For the approximately 1,500 doses left, Hodshire arranged a vaccination clinic at a large conference hall at the college — not far from the fridge — and staffed by hospital personnel, along with an assist from the National Guard and volunteers from the small local health department.

He invited optometrists, pharmacists, and K-12 educators. But he also added a group not specifically included in the state priority list for the next phase: higher education employees, including those from the local beauty college — not based on age but, he said, on whether they had direct dealings with students or families. (The state, meanwhile, was about to move to add seniors to its priority list.)

Hodshire pointed to federal guidelines that say groups can overlap to ensure efficient distribution of available vaccine supplies.

More than 200 higher education staff members received shots from that batch of 1,500. No students were vaccinated, a college spokesperson said in an email.

“There was no quid pro quo” for use of the refrigerator, said Hodshire, 45; the goal was to find demand to meet supply.

The college, he said, had made no secret of its intent to revive on-campus classes, “whether the government allowed them to or not.” Leaving college staff members to mingle with students on campus and off, without an opportunity for vaccination, “would have been egregious on my part.”

The hospital, Hodshire said, shared those plans with the state and received no pushback.

Michigan Department of Health and Human Services spokesperson Lynn Sutfin said in an email that the agency does not collect or approve plans from hospitals about vaccination efforts.

But, she added, “we do not want providers to waste vaccine and would rather they provide vaccine to someone outside of the prioritization groups as opposed to losing doses.”

Even after the early January clinic at the college, the hospital had 340 doses left.

So, it set another clinic for late January, offering sign-ups to day care workers, bank employees, clergy and grocery clerks — again, with a requirement that all be involved in public-facing positions.

At the same time, the country’s health department was having the opposite experience — struggling with scarce supplies to vaccinate those in the first eligibility group, health care workers. Later in the month, the health department opened eligibility to the state’s next priority group, which included other essential workers and seniors, resulting in jammed phone lines and fully booked appointments.

All 400 of its initial allotment of vaccines were from Moderna, because the health department does not have an ultra-cold storage freezer, said the county’s health officer Rebecca Burns.

“The hospital hasn’t opened [vaccination clinics] to 65 and older seniors,” Burns said. “If they were to do so, they would have a huge response.”

Moving Forward

At the hospital’s late January vaccination clinic, 50 health care workers who sat out the first round stepped forward for their shots.

Only then did the facility expand sign-ups to those 65 and up for the remaining 225 slots, which were left after interested clergy, day care and other retail workers signed up.

“They filled within 12 minutes of registration going live,” wrote hospital spokesperson Rachel Lott in an email.

For the last full week in January, the county health department learned from the state that it would get 300 more vaccine doses, Burns said. The hospital would get 100 doses, this time of the Moderna vaccine, Hodshire said. It plans to distribute them at a joint clinic with the county health department set for an upcoming weekend.

“Moving forward, we are going to be partnering with them to serve all the  eligible populations as we have vaccine available,” Lott wrote.

Kaiser Health News (KHN) is a national health policy news service. It is an editorially independent program of the Henry J. Kaiser Family Foundation which is not affiliated with Kaiser Permanente.

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💦🔥 BTS DESCRIPTIVE MASTERLIST 🔥💦

MIN YOONGI / Suga

Can You Be My Boyfriend? (546 words.) Your friend Yoongi agrees to pretend to date you in front of an ex, with semi-disastrous results. 

Yoongi’s Drunk at a Houseparty (1719 words.) ⭐️Long fic with a truthful (yet tipsy) Yoongi. 

Tongue Technology? (238 words.) ⭐️Yoongi’s determined when you admit his oral could use some practice. 

Soft Studio Suga (375 words.) Soft fic where Yoongi encourages you to fall asleep on his lap whilst he works. 

Ding! (170 words.) Yoongi admits his secret desires in the elevator. 

Needy When You’re Drunk (217 words.) At least when Yoongi is a brat he’s a loveable brat. 

Tongue Tied (66 words.) Yoongi’s misbehaved and needs punishment.

Hello Kitty! (37 words.) Mini fic w/ Yoongi making you a mixtape. 

Yoongi Makes a Pillow Fort (130 words.) Yoongi knows exactly how to cheer you up after a hard day at work. 

Shut Up Suga! (30 words.) Mini smut.

Early Bird (93 words.) For once you’re awake before Yoongi. 

My Place or Yours? (94 words.) Yoongi picks you up in a club. 

Understanding Yoongi (474 words.) Self-care fic where Yoongi helps you through a panic attack. 

Time for the Scissors (400 words.) Self-care fic where Yoongi appraises your new home-done haircut. 

YOONGI THREESOMES+

House of Cards (4798 words.) ⭐️Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon x Reader fic (with bonus Hobi!); what happens when poly!Daddy Namjoon invites his two closest friends round to play with you (long, explicit, and with triple pen & showersex) 

Birthday Treats (1388 words.) ⭐️ Yoongi/Jimin fic where the reader & Jimin treat Yoongi to a birthday submission session (includes pegging, blindfolds, restraints). 

Yoongi Can’t Wait (492 words.) Poly!Sope fic, Hoseok holds you back as Yoongi eats you out. 

Numerical Threesome (494 words.) Sequel to ‘Yoongi Can’t Wait’, contains 69′ing & anal. 

Degraded & Defiant (233 words.) Dark fic about being sub to Namjoon & Deadly!Yoongi.

These Pretzels Are Making Me Thirsty (115 words.) Yoongi & Namjoon spitroast you in a car. Cause why not?

Midnight Snack (234 words.) Yoongi wakes you up with one thing on his mind, and he doesn’t seem to care if it wakes up Namjoon.

Bathroom Tango (193 words.) Taegi (Taehyung & Yoongi) take you for a spin in the club’s bathroom.

NAMJOON / RM 

A Bad Idea (193 words.) You maybe shouldn’t have bothered Namjoon whilst he was busy working... 

Come for Daddy (751 words.) ⭐️ Sexting w/ a teasing Papa!Joon

You’re So Bad! (121 words.) ⭐️Some heavy action with a dirty talking Namjoon. 

Simply The Best (173 words.) ⭐️Come get fucked on Papa Joon’s lap.

Mini Domjoon  (43 words.) What’s he capable of?

Daddy Joon Has Demands (1338 words.) Papa Joon wants only for two things, you to be a good girl - and let him fuck your tits. 

Oh, Shit! (91 words.) Fucking Namjoon in the studio was a bad idea.

R Rated RKive (639 words.) Dom!Joon’s got you hot on his desk, but who’s that watching from the shadows?

Feeling Dangerous (182 words.) Namjoon’s willing to let you try to dom him, but he’s not going to be quiet about it. 

Clumsy Namjoon (140 words.) Namjoon’s always keeping an eye out for you, but he’s also always Namjoon. 

Remember Your Meds (206 words.) Soft!Angst fic w/ a supportive Namjoon.

Namjoon Builds a Garden (222 words.) Boyfriend!Namjoon has a surprise for you. 

International Series: Florence with Namjoon (126 words.) Namjoon’s only got one thing on his mind as you wander the holy sites of Florence, Italy. 

International Series: Florence with Namjoon 2 (148 words.) It’s raining in Florence and you’re waiting for Namjoon to get home. 

Beer & Chicken Remedy (217 words.) Soft!Namjoon comes to your rescue. 

Hot Chocolate (635 words.) HOC au Namjoon brings you hot chocolate when you can’t sleep. 

NAMJOON THREESOMES+

House of Cards (4798 words.) ⭐️Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon x Reader fic (with bonus Hobi!); what happens when poly!Daddy Namjoon invites his two closest friends round to play with you (long, explicit, and with triple pen & showersex) 

House of Cards 2: Daddies Need Love Too (1889 words.) Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader continuation of HOC series; what happens when Namjoon starts to doubt his past decisions. 

Degraded & Defiant (233 words.) Dark fic about being sub to Namjoon & Deadly!Yoongi. 

These Pretzels Are Making Me Thirsty (115 words.) Yoongi & Namjoon spitroast you in a car. Cause why not?

Midnight Snack (234 words.) Yoongi wakes you up with one thing on his mind, and he doesn’t seem to care if it wakes up Namjoon. 

Soft Daddy Joon’s Post Party Come Down (839 words.) ⭐️You get shared between Fuckboy!Hoseok & Soft!Daddy Namjoon.    

HOSEOK / J-Hope 

Only You (635 words.) ⭐️Hot Soft Daddy!Hoseok sex. 

In Your Dreams (1575 words.) ⭐️When Hoseok catches you moaning in your sleep he takes matters into his own hands. 

No Excuses (159 words.) Hoseok comes home from shopping to find you pleasuring yourself. 

Dance With Me (324 words.) J-Hope’s convinced he can make anyone a dancer!

Hobi Walks You Home (210 words.) Hoseok has other things on his mind after your date. 

Impress Me (176 words.) Hobi is sure he’d make a good sub, whereas you need convincing.

Don’t Worry, Be Happy! (153 words.) Boyfriend!Hoseok gives you a hug.  

My Bad (345 words.) There seems to have been a communication error between you and Hobi (soft!Daddyseok) 

Looking at You (65 words.) Mini sex fic w/ Hoseok. 

Lost All Over (79 words.) Mini sex fic w/ Hoseok. 

Beg for it Hoseok (347 words.) Hoseok takes some convincing to sub.

Keep it Secret (82 words.) J-Hope fucks you on the kitchen table.

Presents for my Sub (109 words.) Why Hobi, you shouldn’t have. 

I Swear It (124 words.) Dom!Seok wants to hear you louder. 

Hobi’s Good Girl (72 words.) Mini Dom!Seok fic. 

Hoseok Pins You to a Door (73 words.) Mini fic with a determined Hoseok. 

Hoseok Dancing in the Kitchen (39 words.) Mini fic w/ countertop action.

HOSEOK THREESOMES

House of Cards 2: Daddies Need Love Too (1889 words.) Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader continuation of HOC series; what happens when Namjoon starts to doubt his past decisions.

Yoongi Can’t Wait (492 words.) Poly!Sope fic, Hoseok holds you back as Yoongi eats you out.

Numerical Threesome (494 words.) Sequel to ‘Yoongi Can’t Wait’, contains 69′ing & anal. 

Soft Daddy Joon’s Post Party Come Down (839 words.) ⭐️You get shared between Fuckboy!Hoseok & Soft!Daddy Namjoon.    

JIMIN

Jimin is Down To Fuck (1050 words.) ⭐️After dating for a while, Jimin finally decides its time. 

Jimin Gets Pegged (522 words.) ⭐️ Only Jimin would be concerned about you coming whilst being treated to a pegging session...  

Up for Hours (333 words.) After a night of drinking, you & Jimin decide to watch the sunrise from the roof. 

Aftercare (36 words.) Soft Jimin kisses your bruises better. 

JIMIN THREESOMES+

Birthday Treats (1388 words.) ⭐️ Yoongi/Jimin fic where the reader & Jimin treat Yoongi to a birthday submission session (includes pegging, blindfolds, restraints).

House of Cards (4798 words.) ⭐️Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon x Reader fic (with bonus Hobi!); what happens when poly!Daddy Namjoon invites his two closest friends round to play with you (long, explicit, and with triple pen & showersex) 

TAEHYUNG / V

The View From Us (545 words.) ⭐️Soft Taehyung. Mirror sex. Need I say more? 

Taehyung the Unhappy Sub (128 words.) Taehyung is unconvinced you’re going to be able to dom him. 

Taehyung the Happy Dom (85 words.) If you’re good, maybe he’ll let you cum. 

Taehyung not Taetae (362 words.) You only get to stay with Taehyung if you know his name...

Good Morning Taehyung! ⭐️ (196 words.) Waking up to Soft!Taehyung has unexpected side effects.. 

Can’t You Look At Me? (363 words.) You shouldn’t be texting your new ex Taehyung, but this song reminds you so much of him

Can’t Hardly Wait (510 words.) Taehyung can’t wait to get inside so decides to just fuck you right here in the stairwell. 

Just Another Friend? (524 words.) Taehyung likes you, but does he like like you? (Semi Soft!Taehyung)

TAEHYUNG THREESOMES

Bathroom Tango (193 words.) Taegi (Taehyung & Yoongi) take you for a spin in the club’s bathroom. 

Taking Advantage of the Situation (321 words.) Taekook threesome w/ Taehyung in charge. 

SEOKJIN / Jin

Elevator!Jin (173 words.) ⭐️After several run-ins in the elevator you finally get to talking... (the start of Elevator!Jin’s series) 

Elevator!Jin: Poolside (263 words.) Slip into the deep end with Elevator!Jin

Elevator!Jin: Inside the Room (122 words.) Third part (but written second) in the Elevator!Jin saga. 

Don’t Boast (274 words.) ⭐️Seokjin can’t stop bragging about his new car, maybe it’s time to distract him from it.  

Seokjin & Marina & The Diamonds (342 words.) Experimental fic for an extraordinary request. 

Surprise Seokjin (275 words.) Seokjin comes home early and he’s got one thing on his mind...

Oral w/ Rings (36 words.) Mini fic w/ Seokjin

Climb into Seokjin’s Lap (26 words.) Mini mini fic. 

JUNGKOOK

Good Boy Jungkook (447 words.) All Kookie wants is to please his Noona.

Daddy Jungkook? (436 words.) Jungkook wants to prove a point...and the belt around your neck is just the first step. 

The Three Stages of Pegging Jungkook (578 words.) Just like it says on the tin, this fic looks at Jungkook’s relationship once you bring The Strap™️ into the bedroom.  

Lucky Catch (269 words.) Making eyes at Jungkook from across a busy cafe.

One Kid Won’t Hurt (124 words.) Post-sex discussions turn serious w/ Jungkook. 

Too Attentive (90 words.) Kookie needs to focus and just get on with fucking you.

Edging w/ Jungkook (71 words.) Jungkook can be a tease when he wants to.

Please, Sir (35 words.) ...but I wanna. 

Suited (52 words.) It’s just a preference. 

JUNGKOOK THREESOMES

Taking Advantage of the Situation (321 words.) Taekook threesome w/ Taehyung in charge. 

BTS FULL SETS (All members) 

BTS LEG DAY (1017 words.) Thighriding w/ BTS 

BTS NECK WORK (841 words.) - Kisses, bites and choking w/ BTS 

BTS SUB/DOM (1141 words.) Who’s what in BTS (w/ bonus pegging)

BTS NON FICTION

MV Asks - Aesthetics of “Blood Sweat & Tears” (1878 words.) Deep-dive Analysis of the MV with regard to depictions of the Gothic, sexuality & angelic aesthetics. 

Personal favourites are marked with a ⭐️

*This list will be updated as and when new fics are added!