#it’s just very very obvious when you have a specific agenda towards protecting yourself and your image first

[dirt-grub]

If you’re currently ONLY posting about the Israelis that are doing good things for Palestine/are against what their country is doing and pointing out when certain protestors that are not affiliated with the whole of the free Palestine movement are being antisemitic know I can fucking see you. Obviously these are important things to talk about as Israel does not equal all Jews and antisemitism should be called out every time because it’s fucking serious and disgusting that another entire group of people is being blamed for this genocide other than the colonists in charge and Zionists supporting it but you’re telling on yourself as only interested in covering your own ass and it’s embarrassing. I don’t know how you can see hundreds if not thousands of entire bloodlines being wiped from this earth and instantly think well um hashtag not all Israelis and that’s it. Again. I don’t blame the majority of the Israeli people for what’s happening I blame the governments tied up in this and those in the military who happily post bragging about the shit they stole and destroyed on tiktok. You may not have technically done anything pro Israel but like I said you’re obviously only interested in covering your ass and continuing to be seen as a good person without engaging with the absolute horror the apartheid state of Israel is carrying out and checking your pre existing beliefs.

[hearts-kingdom]

@didilydee I really appreciate you critically considering my discussion points and showing an interest in not spreading misinformation! OP blocked me so my post debunking their’s wouldn’t show up in their notes where other people could see it being criticized and to ensure I couldn’t respond to their reblog directly so it would look like I failed to offer a counter argument in order to give the illusion of them being in the right since it would apparently be too much of an effort for them to engage in an actual discussion where their claims could potentially be debunked. In any case, since their response involved you I felt as though you might be interested in considering giving it a look :)

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I used this particular article because it was a convenient compilation of facts from various certified legal sources that’s geared towards relaying those facts— not unsourced gossip. It contains links and references to the court documents and other certified sources within the article and the judge is not the sole source within each point that relays facts— not opinions. Therefore, it’s not clickbait unless you consider summaries of legal documents and testimonies clickbait. If you see something specific that’s not a fact outside of the closing statement that includes the author’s opinion, you’re more than welcome to say so.

I didn’t spam every single person who reblogged it with tags— I only brought this to the attention of those who had posted their own comments implying they were open to a discussion given their willingness to reconsider things when presented with facts. Even then, I didn’t tag everyone who commented— only a handful of people. You act like I was making a callout post towards them when I said, “This isn’t a callout post of course I just wanted to bring this information to the attention of individuals I noticed were reblogging with comments. Dylan Farrow and Soon-Yi are often mixed up with each other so I can see how this might be confusing in that sense. You’re not obligated to reblog my fact-checks of course but please consider at least deleting OPs misleading post from your dash to prevent spreading misleading information”, which can be found in my reblog. If they want to say something, let them say it— you don’t have to put words in their mouth akin to how you’re putting words in mine given the unwarranted accusations you attempted to make throughout your post.

It’s very telling of you to claim people who make an effort to be informative when encountering misleading information are “loony” while also acting as though my request for others to consider information you refrained from relaying was a callout rather than a request. I generally refrain from making unwarranted accusations towards people I discuss things with, but given your reaction it’s evident I’m not the one with issues here, so don’t try to project your own problems onto people who consider things critically just because you expect them to believe you with ease and without question on a public platform given how that would be rather loony. Everyone else I’ve had a discussion with on this matter thus far have at least been receptive regardless of where they stand agenda-wise. However, your decision to block me so that my post debunking your own wouldn’t show up in the replies along with your decision to attack my rhetoric without giving me a chance to defend it or criticize your own is another story entirely.

Again, you clearly care more about pushing an agenda here through being selective about the facts you choose to relay rather than addressing the fact that you purposefully left out legal information that didn’t align with your own. Your comments about the #MeToo movement make that evident given how you didn’t address the fact that I said, “Both Woody Allen and Mia Farrow were horrible people and the abuse they committed should not be politicized for the sake of pushing a feminist nor anti-feminist agenda.” You’ve become so obsessed with spewing misleading information to push your own agenda that you’d rather jump through obstacles than acknowledge that your cherry-picking argument is based off of that very agenda rather than the facts that overshadow your personal bias.

It’s interesting that you said, “the words of the person known to have abused and manipulated”, in regard to Moses given how this is known because of his and his siblings allegations that didn’t result in Mia being imprisoned yet you still obviously believe these allegations— as people should given the evidence despite Mia trying to dispute as much. However, you’re dismissing the allegations of Dylan, her mother, three witnesses, and Woody’s therapist who saw him for inappropriate behavior towards Dylan before Woody was even caught cheating. Bringing attention to your hypocrisy isn’t idiotic but nice try.

It’s also odd but not unsurprising that you’re saying Moses should be trusted in regard to denying Dylan’s trauma since that evidently aligns with the agenda you’re trying to push here in favor of dismissing all the other witnesses and legal officials that conflicts with your argument— such as Dylan, Mia, the three witnesses whose timelines aligns with Dylan’s story, the judge, the state prosecutor, Woody’s therapist, Dylan’s pediatrician, investigating officers, and even the state attorney.

I want to reiterate what I said before: “I don’t doubt Moses Farrow was abused by Mia in the least, but the source also brings attention to how Dylan’s story aligns with [four] other peoples [accounts]— not just Mia’s. Moses likely wasn’t present during the assault [itself], so he can’t say she wasn’t assaulted anymore than Dylan can say he wasn’t abused.”

As for the New-Haven Sexual Abuse Clinic, if you actually bothered reading through the article’s legal sources, accounts, and testimonies then you’d know that the doctor who signed off on the legal report you’re referring to never actually met Dylan personally to make an in-person assessment, no psychologists or psychiatrists were assigned to her panel, the notes regarding her evaluation were destroyed, her confidentiality wasn’t respected, this institution welcomingly invited Woody to profess his innocence when they should have remained professionally unbiased, and the judge and state prosecutor deemed this claim as unacceptable given that.

As for your defense of how Woody being a pedophile and assaulting Dylan would have been irrational... yes— you’re right. That’s the point and yet you still missed it somehow. Pedophiles aren’t rational in the risks they take as pedophiles. Your rhetorical questions usually don’t bode well for defending people accused of pedophilia given how it relies on defending their character and the characters of pedophiles don’t have much worth defending since their judgements are skewered, impulsive, and dangerous.

As for inconsistencies, you fail to address the inconsistencies about Woody’s story changing and you honestly just dug a deeper hole for yourself in regard to the attic thing given how Woody’s story pertained to a police report in which he told them he’d never been in the attic before changing his story and saying he had gone up there before.

Oh, an on another note... demeaningly claiming that an issue as complex as this one is something people should “obvious[ly]” be able to make sense of in attempt to make people feel foolish for not unquestioningly agreeing with you is not a very good look at all. It’s dangerous to suggest people shouldn’t be critical of the concepts you push onto them.

I can quote things, too, but from multiple sources instead of just cherry picking ones that align with pushing a specific agenda.

Judge Elliott Wilk, the presiding judge in Allen’s custody suit against Farrow, concluded that there is “no credible evidence to support Mr. Allen’s contention that Ms. Farrow coached Dylan or that Ms. Farrow acted upon a desire for revenge against him for seducing Soon-Yi.”

In his 33-page decision, Judge Wilk found that Mr. Allen’s behavior toward Dylan was “grossly inappropriate and that measures must be taken to protect her.”

“You look at her [Dylan] in a sexual way. You fondled her . . . You don’t give her any breathing room. You look at her when she’s naked.”

Another babysitter told police and also swore in court that on that same day, she saw Allen with his head on Dylan’s lap facing her body, while Dylan sat on a couch “staring vacantly in the direction of a television set.” A French tutor for the family told police and testified that that day she found Dylan was not wearing underpants under her sundress. The first babysitter also testified she did not tell Farrow that Allen and Dylan had gone missing until after Dylan made her statements.

The state attorney, Maco, said publicly he did have probable cause to press charges against Allen but declined, due to the fragility of the “child victim.”

[sakura-kc]

The 4pm Bookstack

Chapter 1: So Do I

Not a single sound was heard in the hallways of the building. Total silence filled the walls of the corrupt business known as the Tokyo Mafia. It was normal for this specific hallway to be quiet. It was the hallway of that led to the one and only Mafia Boss.

The guards stood beside the door to the office of their boss. Standing strictly straight and with good posture with the intention to protect the room from any unwanted visitors. “Hey...” peeped the younger guard, “do you ever wonder what’s going on in there?”

Their superior looked at them with a stunned face, “why are you talking? You know we’re not allowed to speak unless it’s a emergency.” He whispered with a hint of fear in his voice. “I know, but you-know-who went into the room earlier so I can’t help but wonder what’s going on.” The younger guard tried to explain himself.

“Well keep those thoughts to yourself beca-“ the doors they were protecting creaked open to reveal two figures exiting the mysterious room. “Guards, you shouldn’t be speaking while on duty.” A long brown haired girl, no taller than 5’4, told the pair. “Of course, Ms. Sakai! I apologize for my partner’s and I mistake.” The guards bowed.

“Aww, Jun. You shouldn’t be so hard on them. They probably got bored and decided to start a conversation, no biggie.” The female in a tad oversized suit walk up to the men and patted them on the head as a sign for them standing up straight which they did. ”But YN, they know the rules. They were implemented to avoid distractions.” Jun protested.

“I said it’s fine, this is the first time they ever did this. Besides...” YN looked at the guard with a sinister grin, “If they do this a second time then I won’t hesitate to punish either of them.” Jun just sighed in response, “whatever, we should get going.”

YN’s face suddenly changed in a snap of a finger. “Okie dokie!” YN walked off towards the elevator at the end of the hall with Jun by her side. “Ciao, boys! Hopefully I’ll never see you ever again!” YN waved goodbye whilst she entered the elevator.

The elevator doors closed leaving the two female comrades together. “...I can’t believe you let them off like that.” Jun shook her head in disappointment. If another person were to talk to YN the way Jun does, they probably wouldn’t see the light of day ever again but since it’s Jun, her long time assistant (not really), it was utterly normal.

“Ugh, come on Jun... you got to sympathize with people sometimes.” YN scratched the back of her neck. “I only sympathize with those I’m close to. Which is a closed circle of people.” Jun matter-of-factly told YN. “Oh? Am I in that circle?” The head of the sadistic woman tilted to her sentence.

“Unfortunately yes.” Jun answered with disgust on her face. YN growled at Jun’s gesture, “it doesn’t seem like a win if you make a face like that!” YN whined before the elevator dinged open. “I still can’t believe that The Boss chose you to be their protégé...” Jun walked out of the elevator with YN tailing behind her.

“What can I say, when Hoshi sees greatness she can’t help but get her hands on it.” YN slicked back her hair while she begun to praise herself. To put it simply, Jun wanted to rip her ears out during that whole walk. It was very torturous for her to hear YN’s entire speech about herself.

“...Don’t you agree?”

“Huh?” Jun quickly realized that YN finished her speech about how great she is and tried to cover up the fact that she wasn’t listening. “Uh, do you want to know what’s next on the agenda?” Jun pulled out her phone to look at their busy schedule. YN nodded enthusiastically, “what other jobs do we have to attend to? Is it a perhaps taking down a business that didn’t pay up their debts to us? Oh! Maybe we get to go to a top secret party!”

“Well we just finished the meeting with The Boss so up next should be a meetup at an abounded library to exchange some stuff, soon after we’ll be meeting a new recruit, then finally we’ll have to check up with all of the executives and their “families” to make sure that they’re doing their jobs.”

YN groaned, “but it’s so earl-“ “It’s 2:30pm.” Jun cut her off to tell her the obvious fact. “Still, after we do that godforsaken meetup and everything, we have to check up on all of groups which is going to take forever!” YN exaggerated the word forever.

“Come on, stop complaining. I already have to get home late everyday because of you so you might as well accept it like I have.” Jun dragged a whining YN out of the building. “Ugh. Fine.” She begrudgingly agreed before being pushed into a car by Jun.

Jun sat down, closing the car door behind her. “Come on, you need to get your serious persona back on because you know that we can’t afford to mess up any meetups at all.” YN pouted while she put on her seatbelt because safety first. “I just want this day to be over.”

Jun sighed. Watching her superior act so childish was very tiring for her. It was like she was babysitting a child at this point.

“Trust me, so do I.”

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Tidbit #1- YN actually hates meetups because she tends to get into arguments with the people she’s meeting at the time. Which has caused Jun to be in charge of the talking.

A/N: I was supposed to write this like a week ago yet here we are.

Taglist: @drainedjaz

[h0nie]

Number 29 | Chapter One

11.25.18 

↳ m.list | prologue | 01 | 02

pairing: athlete!yoongi x photographer!reader

genre: drama, humor, au

word count: 8k

⌜ a/n ⌟ fun fact: the corgi part is based off an actual experience I had with my sister. Also, the mentioning of the football players is exactly what I saw one of them do, absolutely disgusting.

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Through your eyes, you viewed the world uniquely from others; a captivating place that men and women were given the privilege to walk on. 

Who knew, that observing through the clear lenses of a camera, anyone, even a living creature was able to experience the euphoric feeling that displayed in front of them; coordinating yourself within various of angles that you wouldn’t believe to envision that existed before you — just through the thickness of a lens. 

From the scintillating sun that dazzled beautifully off the reflection of the ocean sea to capturing the quintessential moment of the ombré mixture viewed in the hazy sky, changing elegantly within a split second; pigments of autumn leaves shrivelling, ere dropping softly — transitioning to the winter breeze.

Snapping pictures of practically everything, you treasured every piece you took. You saw the perfection of it all, obtaining peace and comfort. Dwelling in your own little world, your own adventure; happiness through every landscape you came across.

After taking an interest in your high school’s photography class, you learned everything about the lingering emotions and distinction behind every concept; following the year by begging your parents in buying you, your very own black digital camera.

The camera that you loved and held onto so protectively throughout your entire high school days; keeping it alongside you wherever you went — you hadn’t stopped since — joining the yearbook committee right after, leading you here; Ridgeview’s newspaper editor.

Outside on the team’s football field, where you laid. Your entire body sprawled out on the grass while you held your camera above your face. The glasses that were previously on your nose, were now settled on your forehead as you looked through the pictures you had taken from the recent basketball game; deleting the ones you didn’t like.

Concentrating and humming along to the music that blasted loudly out your earbuds, you were oblivious to notice a slim figure approaching. It wasn’t until you had accidentally clicked out of the pictures and saw a face pop up, focusing into view — smiling as they leaned down at you.

You violently shook, “Jesus Christ!” You shrieked, nearly dropping your camera on your face.

You took out your earbuds just in time to hear a faint laugh escaped from their mouth; plopping themselves next to you.

“You should have seen the look on your face. Like, you’ve seen a ghost or something.” She giggled, recreating the frightened face jokingly.

You propped yourself up, bringing your glasses back on your face and crisscrossed your legs. “Ha-ha. Very funny.” You were unamused and your voice made it obvious.

“You weren’t at the coffeehouse today, so I figured you’d be here.” Taking her hands out from her pockets, she rubbed her hands together producing a bit of friction before blowing into them.

Yuri Yen, a second-year student like yourself and was also your best friend. Before moving here, she had originally came from Hong Kong with her family at the age of 4. You met Yuri back in high school during your junior year, having not one, but three classes throughout the entire semester.

Since the significant convenience of having classes together, it was a great conversation starter for you — asking whether if she understood the homework or if she did the homework at all. 

The two of you even helped each other cheat on tests. Gradually, you seemed to talk to Yuri almost every day in class, instantly exchanging numbers and before you knew it, you two became close friends.

After graduating, you were excited and relieved to hear that Yuri was enrolling in the same college as you. Knowing at least someone, especially when that someone has been with you for years, put your mind at ease. You were thankful that you weren’t going to lose your best friend and be alone.

Her bangs shifted as the wind blew. A small smile crept up on your lips as you stared at her hair. She consistently kept her hair the same, even now. She never dared to get rid of her thin bangs that hung, along with her signature high ponytail that she wore every day.

Quite honestly, you had always viewed girls with bangs to be for preschoolers. You pondered, by having them at this age was a bit childish looking. But of course, your opinion had changed since learning that haircuts like these were popular in the Asian culture and after being around Yuri for so long, you realized that her bangs did as well, suited her well-rounded face.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” She re-adjusted herself, having now both her elbows securely on the grass as her face planted into her hands; legs up, swinging back and forth as if she were a little girl you thought.

“Well, for starters...” You drifted off, grabbing your camera and turning it on. You then handed the semi-heavy object to her.

“I’m now in charge of taking pictures for the basketball team. I had to take a couple during their tournament we had and I’m still debating which pictures I should submit for the papers.”

A constant beep came from the camera as Yuri clicked through. After a few moments, she stopped. “Woah, who’s that?” She turned, tilting her head as she looked up at you. Scooting closer, you peered over her shoulder.

It was the picture you had taken of all the boys together after they won. Her finger pointed at the screen, landing it right on top of a boy with dark brown hair. His expression was stone cold, showing no emotion. His eyes were dark, staring straightforward as if he was peering right through you.

“Apparently, that’s the almighty Yoongi.” You playfully joked. Yuri’s eyes widened in surprise, turning back to the screen, she clicked the button and zoomed in.

“No way, that’s who everyone talks about?”

You shrugged.

Why was Yoongi praised so much?

What was so great about him that people constantly talked about him?

He may be an athlete star in basketball, but that was all he really had and was known for.

“For a basketball player, you’d think he’d be a sasquatch. Thought he’d be a lot taller, to be honest.” You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement.

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You stood in silence, fiddling with your thumbs as you waited for your teacher’s approval. The room was quiet, with the exception of the ceiling fan quietly blowing; to your liking. Your eyes wandered around to occupy yourself.

Regardless, having been in this room for multiple occasions and knowing specifically what it held, you continued to stare as if you’ve never stepped a foot in the room.

Stacks of papers scattered around the desk as well as small photos of your teacher’s family members pinned to the small cork board he had. Your teacher, Kim Seokjin has been the head of the department since you’ve been here. You didn’t know too much about him, but overall, a nice man.

“Excellent job, _____.” Your teacher smiled, holding out your camera for your hands. You stretched out and grabbed it gently from him, letting the strap tug on the back of your neck as your camera dangled.

During your time out on the field, Yuri had helped pick out the pictures that were best for the newspapers.

“These will look fabulous once they’re printed. We also might frame some of your additional pictures around.” You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. Adjusting your glasses, you looked up and returned a sheepishly grin after.

“You can start printing right away. The sooner, the better.” He clasped his hands together before placing them on his knees and got up from his seat. He grabbed a folder filled with papers from his desk and tucked it under his arm, “I’ll let you get to it,” as he made his way out.

You listened to the sounds of his footsteps distancing, although it wasn’t long until the sound echoed back. Presuming your teacher must have forgotten something considering he was a forgetful man at times, you saw his head peek back in the door.

“Say, _____. I recall you mentioning to me that you’d like to help out more, correct?”

You nodded.

A month ago, you had told Mr. Kim that you’d like to request something new to do, possibly join a new club perhaps? You’ve thought about seeking the art club, however, after one day in and compared your work to others, your untalented ass wasn’t going to cut it. So, scratch that off the list...

You had then asked for your teacher’s advice and he advised you that he’ll keep an eye out.

“Would you consider assisting the basketball team?”

“Me?” You gazed at him dumbfounded. “Helping the basketball team? By doing what?”

You didn’t know if your teacher had noticed at all, but your puny weak arms weren’t exactly capable of shooting a ball nor did you know anything about basketball.

He noticed the discomfort that was accumulating on your face and raised his hand towards you.

“Relax, they’re looking for someone who’s responsible and able to organized the binder’s spreadsheets, put away equipment, clean up — the basics.”

You nibbled the corner of your lip, hesitant about the offer.

“You don’t need an answer immediately, they aren’t in a rush. I think this would be beneficial and convenient for you, considering you're going to have to take numerous amounts of pictures of the team anyways."

He did have a point, though you still weren't convinced.

"If you do consider it and you have the chance, stop by the gym.”

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Your snug jacket sheltered around your body whilst the noisily sound of your laptop and binders shuffled in your backpack — within each step your fuzzy boots made against the pavement.

The weather was bitterly cold; fluffy clouds began to arise, cowling the blue skyline — unfolding itself to a grey-like colour above your head. Trees rustled against the wind, detaching several individual leaves as you crossed.

You heavily sighed steadily, scrutinizing as the frosty breath slipped from your lips, dissolving itself into the air.

Leaves from the ground swarmed as it spun in a tornado-like manner; as the gelid of wind whispered throughout the streets, its icy breeze slashing utterly through your layers. You gripped your jacket tight — the dangling of your hair dancing rhythmically to the Zephyr.

A red blossom tinged with pink faded, appearing subtly on the apples of your cheeks and the tip of your nose. You instantly nestled your face into your scarf as you felt the sharp shiver snaking its way up your spine. 

Still, you did not mind the weather in the slightest. The serene sound of peacefulness filled your ears, relishing your solus stroll.

As the outline of the coffeehouse came into view, you sensed the excitement pulsating its way through your body. When entering, you were immediately greeted by the lukewarm heat and smell of coffee beans; brewing deliciously, trickling in the inners of your nose.

You settled yourself in, taking your jacket off and planting it on your chair; ordering yourself, your beloved cinnamon dolce latte with extra whipped cream.

The coffeehouse to you was a perfect go-to place when needed to take your mind off things or on treacherous amounts of work. For you, you referred to it your safe place.

From the therapeutic aesthetic to the lightly lit fireplace; the amazingly tasting coffee — you found yourself coming here nearly every day, drowning yourself in the indie music that played softly in the background. All your anxieties, all your stress; swept away.

Removing the lid from the cup, the steam elevated beautifully as you took a straw, shredding its wrapper off and dunk the thin tube in. You sipped, savouring the flavour that awaited.

The hotness of the latte made its way down your throat; lifting the straw out before licking the cream carefully off. You were promptly filled with energy — motivated to work grind and finish your assignments.

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Approximately 8:30 p.m. The time radiated on the corner of your laptop. You had stayed in for a whole 4 hours, ultimately losing track of time.

You closed out of the tab and took your glasses off, placing them discreetly above your head. You rubbed your eyes and held them shut for a moment before opening them and drawing out your phone.

On your screen, text messages from Yuri. She had texted a few minutes ago.

⌜  Today 8:22 PM ⌟

Yuri: HeYyyyYyyYy, we’re friends right??  [8:22]

Yuri: and you know that I love you [8:23]

You: New phone, who dis? [8:34]

Instantly, Yuri replied back.

Yuri: omg- [8:34]

Yuri: oKAY, remember that time during English I let you borrow my pencil cuz I’M NICE [8:34]

Yuri: remember that time where I gave you my jacket when it was cold [8:34]

Yuri: remember that time when I bought you a juice box at the vending machine? [8:35]

You rolled your eyes and giggled.

Typical Yuri.

A pattern that you knew all too well. Whenever she was in need of something from you, she would unimpressively bombard you with things she’s done; like this.

You: Alright, shut up, I get it. [8:35]

You: What do you want? [8:35]

Yuri: can you get me food? [8:35]

You: Can you get off your lazy ass for once and go to the store yourself? [8:35]

Yuri: Blocked. Reported. Deported. Actually, block my number. You’re so rude ;( [8:36]

You: Yeah, yeah. Anyways, guess what Mr. Kim said to me today [8:36]

Yuri: which one? the one for the newspaper? [8:36]

You frowned at the text. You’ve only mentioned one Mr. Kim to her.

You: No, the janitor who cleans the girl’s washrooms. [8:37]

Yuri: MAY I REMIND YOU THAT THERE ARE SEVERAL MR. KIM’S IN THE SCHOOL [8:37]

You snickered.

You: He asked me if I’d like to help with the basketball team [8:37]

You: Probably not gonna do it. [8:38]

Yuri: WHY?! [8:38]

Reading Yuri’s text, you could practically hear her screaming at you for not wanting to go. 

Yuri: um, hellooo? Getting to see hot boys every day in their sweaty uniforms? YES PLEASE! [8:38]

Yuri: if you’re not going to do it then I will! [8:38]

“Ugh-“ You groaned, disappointingly shaking your head at her response. Of course, that’s the first thing she thought of.

Once again, typical Yuri.

Yuri: Seriously _____, I’d say go for it. You might even make some new friends ;D [8:38]

Yuri: It’s a nice change from you always having your face glued to your camera. Just try it out and if you don’t like it, drop it. [8:39]

Maybe Yuri was right.

Maybe helping with the basketball team would be a good change to your routine.

Your routine consists; waking up early every morning at the same time, going to your communal kitchen and eating toast with jam, head to your classes whilst Yuri annoys you, get back to your dorm, and then go to bed.

Pretty plain and boring.

Every day was the same repeated cycle so having miniature perks of having your daily dose of your desired beverage and you exploring out — taking pictures, you were undoubtedly grateful.

Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to have a slight change in your life... You were a little wary of the situation; though, you’d start deliberately thinking about it more.

Closing your laptop and placing it back in your bag, you swung your jacket on and grabbed the half-empty coffee cup. Your eyes fixated back down at your device, thinking of a shrewd reply to Yuri as you managed your way to the doors.

Your thumb tapped on the screen, unaware of your surroundings as you lifted your elbow that gripped the coffee cup to push the door. The door flew open from the other side, causing you to fumble — the chest of a stranger had thumped into you, stepping back in alarm.

You dropped the open cup, gasping at the unexpected sultry liquid that splattered on your chest. A brown puddle had now pooled; both your mouths hung open, processing what had transpired.  

“Shit! I- I um — I’m sorry! L-Let me get you some napkins.”

Tightly shutting your eyes, you pressed your lips together, taking in a deep breath. You held it; letting it out slowly, restraining yourself to remain calm.

My favourite shirt...

You mentally sighed, examining your ruined shirt — not to mention that the colour was white.

“Here.” A fist full of napkins held out in front of your face that the stranger had gathered. You clutched the napkins from their hand and comprehended who the boy was.

Face-to-face was undoubtedly one of the school’s supreme point guard basketball player, Jungkook.

His jet-black hair poked out from his baseball cap; having three silver ring piercings, dangling from its side. He wore an expensive looking jacket accompanied by his denim jeans and timberlands — he was pleasantly well-kept you had to admit.

You relentlessly stared, taking in his facial features. One thing that stood out; under his lip, a noticeable tiny black mole. How un-peculiar to have. You’ve never seen someone with such an uncommon dot before. Seeing up close confirmed what everyone said about him. He was unquestionably good looking.

Picking up the now empty coffee cup and disregarding it in the garbage, you began wiping the mess, in hopes to at least soak some of the stains from your shirt. Jungkook also helped clean the remaining mess on the floor and tossed the dirty napkins that you handed to him, including the cup.

“I really am sorry.“ His eyes avoided yours as he rubbed the back of his neck. You let out a sigh once more, “It’s fine, it was an accident. I should have watched where I was going anyways.”

The two of you stood stiffly next to each other. You weren’t sure whether to buy a new cup yourself or leave without saying a word. Fortunately, the silence was broken — clearing his throat, “I’m Jungkook by the way.” I know. Naturally, everyone on campus knew of him.

He smiled as he stuck his hand out towards you. Putting your hand in his, you returned the gesture, “_____,” giving him a professional firm shake back. 

“Let me buy you another one, wait here.” You promptly kept the grip on his hand, preventing the boy from walking away. “It’s really fine! Don’t worry about it.”

Now, we all know how these situations go; someone offers to buy something for you-you can’t accept it. It’s that gut feeling of guilt of not wanting to appear conceded rather than simply accepting — yet, many of us hope that the other pursues the offer.

“I insist. It’s the least I can do, please?” His voice; sincere and soft as his head titled adorably. Another cup would be nice, however, a new shirt would be greater.

“Okay...”

He instructed you to sit at a table as he went to order. When returning back, Jungkook carried a cup holder, carrying four cups of goodness. An eyebrow raised in confusion; passing your newly balmy cup of coffee in your hands. You didn’t question who the rest were for nor did he need to explain — wasn’t your business. Most likely for his friends.

“Do you go to Ridgeview? You look extremely familiar.”

“I do. I’m a second-year student. I’m mainly hidden in the college’s paper room, I’m their editor.” He mouthed an O shape; progressively, the two of you continued your discussion about school — leading towards the exit, allowing the fall gentle dust to whirl its wind, hitting you both. You watched as Jungkook’s hair moved with it.

The sky had darkened. Street lights flickered as well as the illuminating light that reflected from the coffeehouse, glistening on your bodies.

His index finger tapped on his chin, stopping himself as he hummed in a thinking state.

“I swear, I’ve seen you be-“

“Yah! Jungkook!” A yell hollered. Your heads subconsciously followed the sound. “What took you so long? We’ve been waiting for you!” From a distance, Hoseok and Yoongi emerged towards the well-lit frame.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” He lingers his eyes on you and simpers, “Got caught up.”

The lengthy boy shifts his attention towards you, “Caught up, ay?” Hoseok snickers, nudging Jungkook with his elbow prompting Jungkook to lightly bump into you.

“Who’s your friend?” He nods, acknowledging your presence. Hoseok’s notices the large stain on your shirt. Curious, he points subtly, wanting to say something but quickly seals his mouth and retracts his hand.

“Uh, this is _____. We just met actually. I accidentally spilt her coffee...”

“That explains the huge stain.” Hoseok chuckles.

A wave of heat flushed your cheeks, instantly shielding your chest with your jacket. How embarrassing.

You cough, shoving the encounter aside. “Nice to meet you, Hoseok.”

“Likewise.”

You gazed over at Yoongi. His dark chocolate-toned hair was styled messily; drooping forward — completely distracted by his phone.

A slap came across Yoongi’s shoulder. “Oi! Don’t be rude, say hi!” His nose scrunched, lifting his head to face you.

Hoseok gave him a look, “go on.”

“Hi.” Yoongi’s character and mood revealed he was uninterested. You gave him a tight smile. The tension was now becoming awkward.

Thankfully, Jungkook intervened. “She goes to Ridgeview with us.”

“Really?” Hoseok smiles radiantly. “Well, if we happen to see each other, you better say hi!” He taunts.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” As Hoseok kept the ongoing conversation, you tried your best to respond/listen to whatever he was saying.

You glimpsed over at Yoongi. He studied you, trailing his eyes, up and down at your figure — eyes matching yours. You immediately snapped away, staring at the ground. You shifted uneasily. You felt as though you were growing small, feeling Yoongi’s intimidating stare tower over you.

Hoseok checked his watch, “Crap, we better get going. We're already late as is.” You felt relieved. You all exchanged your goodbyes, except for Yoongi; who had already made his way. Hoseok apologized for his behaviour, jogging after him.

Disappointment stirred in your gut. You questioned yourself, presuming that you did something to irritate him to act so grim.

Interrupting your thoughts, Jungkook patted your back, “Don’t worry about him too much. He’s not usually like this. I promise you, when we meet again, it’ll be better.” You gave him a lopsided smile and thanked him for the reassurance and coffee.

Following his friends, the raven boy turned to you one last time for the night, waving, “I’ll see you around, _____!” Before sending you a wink as he walked away.

You watched the boy disappear and giggled, cute. Zipping up your jacket, you slipped out your phone and texted Yuri. You hesitated for a moment before pressing send.

You: Let’s stop by the gym tomorrow. [10:17]

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“Okay, hear me out,” a hand gently rocked your shoulder. 

You promptly finished writing your sentence and dropped your pencil down, directing your attention to Yuri — who was trying to contain her laughter as she held her phone incredibly close to her face, shielding her screen from your view.

“What if, the inspiration for the shape of bagged bread, was inspired… by a corgi’s butt,” she laughed, plummeting her phone on the table and sliding it over. 

The device’s screen unlocked, a full-blown image loaded. Sure enough, two pictures; a corgi’s bottom and bagged bread compared to side-by-side.

You glanced up from her phone, face kept neutral and lifted your glasses, massaging the bridge of your nose as well as letting out a low exhale of annoyance.

“Doesn’t that look like bread — ow!”

“Shhh!”

This was probably the sixth time the two of you-Yuri, had been constantly told, a numerous amount of times to keep quiet. You gave the old librarian another sympathetic look before turning back.

“Why’d you hit me?!” Yuri whisper-shouted, pouting while she rubbed her arm from your impact. 

“First of all, would you keep it down? How many times is that lady going to have to keep shushing you?” By now, both of you knew that this was going to be the last time coming here.

“We’re…” you gestured all around, “in a library.” You looked back at the screen, “And no, it doesn’t look like bread,” it did. 

You slide Yuri’s phone back, “Second, we’re supposed to be studying, why are you even searching that up? Put that away.”

She groaned, “Fine,” tucking in the small electronic in her pocket. “Good, now focus.” You opened your book and flipped to a page, Yuri does the same. 

Not even a second later, she stops and leans in close to you, “So, when do you plan on visiting the gym, hmm?” You ignored her and continued reading, moving slightly away from her in your seat. You were hoping she wouldn’t bring this topic up, you’ve been avoiding the gym.

“_____, it’s been two weeks.” No answer. “Come on, what’s the big deal?” You sigh, closing your book, “I don’t have time for it, that’s all.” 

The girl rolls her eyes and snorts, “Puh-lease, that’s bullshit and you know it.” She jabs her finger in your shoulder, pushing you back easily. You opened your mouth to protest, no, she’s right.

You did have the time, you simply didn’t want to see the boys, especially after your encounter — it was too… awkward.

Okay, maybe you were being dramatic over nothing, you still have exams to study and prepare for, not to mention, the newspaper committee as well. The other part of you was just, lazy.

“You do realize 2018 is coming to an end right?” You nodded, “What better way to start now, early — by helping the team!” She wacks your back, “Shhh!” Yuri’s eyes widen, forgetting that she was being loud, again and mouths a ‘sorry’, slumping in her seat right after.

You shook your head and pushed your glasses up, “You’ve been bugging me non-stop about this. Why do you want me to join so badly?”

Straightening herself, she took your hand into hers, “Listen, don’t take this personally, but you’ve changed a lot since high school… I just want you to try something new,” she pauses a moment to glance at your bag then back at you, “Something other than your camera?” You frowned, tilting your head.

Of course, there’d be a change. You didn’t think “changing” was a bad thing, it was you solely maturing as a person. The two of you weren’t high schoolers anymore, you were college students. One step closer to graduating and then, stepping out in the “real world.”

“What I’m trying to say is, you’ve limited yourself — more like isolated.” You kept your mouth shut, brushing off your best friend’s hold and picked up your pencil again. This time, it was Yuri’s turn to sigh, “Whatever,” and slipped out her phone.

You stopped writing and stared at the page. Were you isolating yourself?

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The entire time at the library yesterday was bothersome, you didn’t get any studying done. Yuri constantly kept disturbing not only you but the people who were studying nearby as well. Eventually, the librarian had enough and asked us to leave. Needless to say, neither of us are allowed back.

“Can’t take that girl anywhere, I swear,” you disappointingly shook your head and snickered. Checking your watch, it was still early, you didn’t have class in the next couple of hours. Perfect.

“Might as well kill some time,” shrugging off your bag, you unzipped your front bag’s pouch and pulled out your wallet; heading straight to the cafeteria to purchase some lunch.

You ordered yourself a regular sandwich and took a seat at an empty table. You peacefully enjoyed your lunch — stuffing your face full.

After finishing your meal, you decided that now would be the best to squeeze in a studying session, one that you should have gotten with Yuri.

Unfortunately, that studying session didn’t last long, having not being able to restrain yourself, you packed your things away and out came your camera; looking through your film for another deleting spree — a regular routine you’ve been doing so your storage wouldn’t be full when your next photo-taking adventure comes.

“Is that _____, I see?” That startled you, causing you to jump. The male‘s voice was low, you knew that voice. Steadily turning around, low and behold, it was none other than, Jungkook. “Oh, hey,” you say, watching him approach and then relaxing next to you. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” he lets out a chuckle.

He plants his head on the table and stares, his breathing is irregular; heavy puffs force their way, his nose flaring too. Must have worked hard during practice.

A baby blue coloured towel hung around his neck, wetness dripping from his forehead — straps and the torso part of his jersey clinging to his skin somewhat. He was remarkably sweaty.

Normally, when men produced large amounts of sweat, the odour that drifts from them was utterly putrid to the human nose. Having experienced the stench passing the football hallway; dear god, as if infrequent weeks of trash had been piling up, waiting to be thrown away but was stored in their lockers — by far, gut-wrenching to you.

That wouldn’t be the critical part — no. Arriving back from practice, the athletes would shove their revolting equipment in and would overboard spray their ENTIRE gear with the popular cologne, Axe.

Assuming the cologne would help the situation; the mixture of sweat and the manly fragrance did not go well together at all. Players would carelessly spray it, believing the Axe would neutralize it. Instead, the complete opposite — the smell worsens as if you’re being suffocated when walking through.

You’d have to admit, Axe itself is a pleasant, wonderful smelling cologne on men, particularly, for those who’ve applied an appropriate amount. You found it attractive — a turn on even; when a man’s scent smells astonishingly satisfying. You didn’t know how that was possible, but it was.

However, despite Jungkook’s current position, you didn’t feel grossed out or nauseated. He may be perhaps one of the sweatiest members you’ve ever seen on the team — that never stopped the acknowledgement of how remarkably charming he looked without trying.

“Saw you sittin’ here like a loner, so I decided to do my good deed of the day and accompany you,” he flashes you a cheeky smile, enough for his tiny left dimple to appear. “I’ll have you know, I do have friends.”

Jungkook raises his head up from the table, tilts his head and cocks an eyebrow, “Really?” Straightening his posture, he pans around the room, palm hovering near his forehead, “Cause I don’t see them.” You suppress a giggle and shove the male playfully.

Now that you consider it, you genuinely didn’t have friends, friends — real ones at least. There’s nothing wrong with you, it wasn’t as if you didn’t get along with people, you talked to almost everyone in the class. Except, none of them spoke to you outside of the course nor did you put in the efforts in carrying out another friendship that Yuri and you strongly had.

It also may be the fact that your social awkwardness got the best of you. You see, when wandering through the halls and seeing a classmate, coming to your direction, normal people would converse with them and walk with them even. You on the other hand? Oh boy.

Imagine this, a confused or concentrated expression, doesn’t matter who the person’s face you choose, think of that. Now, add several complicated math equations and questions surrounding them, as if their brain is clustered. That’s how you felt. Overthinking everything.

Should I say hi? Hey! What’s up, how are you? Is that too much? Am I coming off strong? What if my voice cracks? Oh god, I forgot their name.

By then, you wouldn’t even say anything. Abort mission. You’d take out your phone, doing the bare minimum to dodge any confrontation.

Example: sliding up your control panel to lower the brightness, going to notes and typing in some random shit or, your favourite, opening up Instagram to scroll through your already seen feed — something, anything to make it seem as if you were busy texting the friends you didn’t have.

“You’re right, you caught me. I don’t have any friends.”

Jungkook gasps and dramatically slaps his chest in a defensive-like matter. “Jheez, I’m only teasing you. I can’t believe you don’t consider me as a friend,” he begins to sniffle, wiping away his non-existent fake tears on his cheeks.

In all honesty, you didn’t see Jungkook as a friend to you, yet. Nor did you think that he thought about becoming friends with you too. Recurring back to the situation at the coffeehouse, you genuinely assumed that, that was going to be the last of it, but here you were, pretending to console Jungkook.

“Anyways, where’ve you been?” He said, “Haven’t seen you in a while.” You glanced away for a moment, then bit your lower lip and looked at Jungkook, “You know,” you scratched the back of your head and combed your fingers through your hair, “I’ve been, around.”

“We should hang out soon.”

“Uh-”

“Us and the rest of the guys, sometime this week, yeah?”

Without thinking, “For sure, yeah!” Your voice didn’t sound like your own, a bit higher pitched than usual, indicating your uncertainty whether or not to actually go or to bail at the last minute when the time comes.

“Hoseok has been complaining to me about not seeing you, he still wants that hi by the way,” he said, wiping his face with his towel and then giving you a wry smile. You nodded and smiled back.

Silence hung between you two, both mentally scrapping words to say to each other to keep the conversation flowing. You fiddled with the band of your black camera, Jungkook noticed, seizing the opportunity, “You’re always carrying that camera, huh?”

Tucking a large strand of hair behind your ear, you fixed your glasses and replied, “It’s kinda necessary when you’re doing the newspapers.” Jungkook opened his mouth and muttered an ‘Ahh,’ recalling the time you had told him when you two met.

“That’s it?” You stared down at your camera and switched it on, “No, I use it for my own personal use too.” The raven-headed boy scooted close to you, “Can I see?” Motioning to the camera. “What about your team? They’re probably waiting for you,” you said, showing him your watch.

“Nah, it’s fine,” and held the base of your camera, “Can I?” He repeated and you hummed in approval, reluctantly settling the thing on the table in front of him.

“You took all of these?” He voiced his amazement. Never in his life had he seen something so mesmerizing, so eye-catching. No words could describe what he saw. To Jungkook, it didn’t look real, as if all of them had been taken off the internet.

You leaned in next to him, shoulders now touching to see which one he’d stumbled across, “Mhm,” a sheepish smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

A picture that you caught last year of a frozen lake; beneath the mist that swirled, thicker than the pure white snowfall on the ground lies a naked tree, dwindled with budded twigs standing in the center of the overflowing cotton candy — sea-dwelling sky.

You could feel it, only remembering the coldness that you witness, kneeling down on your knee and snapping the picture, a picture you were proud of. The wind carried as you stood still, soaking it all in; just nature.

“You’re good,” Jungkook examined the photo repeatedly, never taking his eyes off it. “Like, really good,” he said, and you blushed. Finally lifting his gaze off the screen, returning you the camera, “You should teach me sometime, teach me a thing or two.”

You shook your head, “It’s not something you learn from, it’s something you experience,” you gestured with your hands, “Experiencing it will make you want to achieve more. See more. Feel more.” He pushed his lips together and formed a line as he nodded, not fully understanding but was willing to give it a shot.

Suddenly, you heard the noise of loud chatter emerging its way from the doors. The sound of, not one, not two, but Jungkook’s entire basketball team carrying their duffle bags and water bottles in hand. Jungkook had spent the majority of his time with you that practice had ended.

“Ay, that’s where Jungkook went!” One of them shouted, tapping Hoseok. The red-head nudged Yoongi and pointed towards you guys. He immediately marched over and waved, “_____!” Nearing closer, Yoongi just a few steps behind.

“Hey, Hoseok!” You beamed, imitating the wave. “Finally got my hi!” The three of you mustered a laugh, but Yoongi. He wore his signature stone-cold expression, hands were shoved in the pockets of his shorts as he shifted his weight on his left leg, peering down at you.

Hoseok and Yoongi were sweating, of course, however Yoongi; taken back, as if you’ve lost your ability to breathe — he was glowing. The tips of his brown hair, clumped together, full of wetness, sticking to his forehead, covering his eyes almost.

He ran his tongue along his bottom lip and you felt your heart squeeze. You were lost for words, oh my god. You couldn’t help it, he looked so, breathtaking — literally. 

If sweating and shining at the same time was going to look this good on someone, so be it; Min Yoongi was soon to be trademarking it as his brand.

You found yourself staring and tore your eyes away, nervously coughing. You collected your being before smiling shyly up at Yoongi. He beckoned his head, ‘Hey there’ and smirked. He knew you were staring at him just seconds ago.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “Our friend _____ here agreed to hang out with us,” You weren’t so sure about going alone with the boys, though, they seemed harmless. Maybe you should invite Yuri, that way, you’d feel more comfortable.

Jungkook shoots you a bunny-like smile, “There’s a carnival happenin’ on Saturday, you guys wanna go?” Hoseok clapped his hands excitedly, “Yeah! We’d love to go, right Yoongi?” He shrugged and licked his lips, “I don’t care.”

Hoseok was trying his best, attempting to involve Yoongi in on the conversation as much as possible  — a way to lighten up the mood between you two from last time, but even you could see the frown starting to form on Hoseok’s face.

“Right… We should probably add each other.”

Yoongi and you were the last to exchange numbers. He quickly finishes setting up the contact and waits for you. “Done,” handing back his phone, he does the same and gently brushes his fingertips against yours as he retracts the device.

Your heart skips a beat. You glance at Yoongi to see, he was on his phone, clueless. It was an accident, relax.

A groan escapes Jungkook as he stands up and stretches, hearing the sound of bone cracking. Snapping back from your daze, you lifted your glasses and rubbed your eyes before checking the time.

“Shit!” The three boys stared at you. You’ve been spending so much time with Jungkook earlier and sitting here now, that you completely forgot about your class.

“I gotta go,” instantly packing away your things. “I’ll set up a group chat sometime this week,” Hoseok said. You gave him a thumbs up and made your way, “You should come to see us during practice!” Jungkook called, “We’ll see!” You turned and grinned.

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The clicking of the bottoms of the shoes echoed on the hard surface. Yuri’s eyes observed as she leaned on the wall, following your figure pacing back and forth, left and right, over and over again. “So, do you ever plan on going in?”

You paused for a brief moment at Yuri’s words before continuing whilst chewing on your thumb’s nail; a habit that you’ve never seem to get rid of, a nervous habit that stuck with you ever since you were a kid.

“Never mind,” you finally said, shaking your head.

“What do you mean, never mind?” She cocked her head and pushed herself off the wall, both her hands now on her hips.

“Never mind, meaning I can’t do this,” you were still pacing, not as fast as you were before. You’ve been blowing this off for days until Yuri had eventually got fed up and basically drag you to stop by the gym and talk to the head coach.

You have been stalling outside the gym doors for the past 10 minutes, debating. Yuri’s expression changed, jaw dropped, dumbfounded, “You can’t do this?” She repeated, sweeping her hand over her bangs, now irritated.

“_____, we’re literally right outside the doors,” she grabbed at your shoulders, fully stopping you and spun you around, “Look, they’ve even made it easy for you,” her finger pointing at the gym’s direction, “The doors are wide open, just step in.”

“I know…” Trailing off, tip-toeing your way over. You peeked inside and scanned the room.

Not much to see, the team was warming up; two boys slacking off, your eyes averted onto the next one. Some guy picking his nose, next. One fixing his wedgie, umm? Your eyes then landed on Hoseok, he was practicing his shooting and then you saw Jungkook and Yoongi.

Jungkook’s knees were slightly bent, arms stretched wide, one arm somewhat higher than the other. His entire posture gave it away, he was playing defence against Yoongi. Jungkook attempted to steal the ball multiple times but Yoongi wouldn’t allow it.

A wide grin plastered on his face. He was having fun, enjoying himself, skillfully teasing Jungkook as if he had a chance. At that moment, it was the first time you’ve seen Yoongi genuinely smile, something other than a grave manner.  

Yoongi saw you at the entrance and brushed passed Jungkook naturally, the same technique he used back at the tournament. He dribbling forward, making direct eye contact and gave you a cocky lopsided smile as he shot the ball in the air.

Your breath hitched at the sight. It went by so quick, you almost didn’t even see it. You could feel your heart thumping, the common heart squeezes in your chest recurring.

Swish.

Yuri cleared her throat, “Quit your drooling. You can gawk about which one’s the hottest later,” you snapped your head up at her, her arms folded.

“I’m just — I don’t know,” this whole thing was more complicated than it should have been. You weren’t nervous, were you? Even so, what was there to be nervous about?

What if I screw up the organization? What if none of the other guys like me? I have to make a good impression or else-

“You’re overthinking things again.”

You sighed in defeat, you were.

You wanted to scream in a pillow. Why must you make things hard for yourself? You poked back in the gym, eyes wondering to search for Yoongi.

Yuri caressed your back, “There, there. All you need is a small little push-” and with that, Yuri had shoved you in. “Oh my lord!” A scream escaped you as you fumbled to steady yourself, almost face-planting the ground.

A couple of members had noticed you, directly howling and whistling at your grand entrance. Others didn’t bother, resuming their practice as if nothing happened. 

You sensed the embarrassment beginning to rise, burning away at your pink cheeks. You dusted and straighten your skirt, “Yuri, I swear I’m going to murder you-” you viewed back at the doors, she was gone.

The sound of your phone dinged. On your home screen, an unread text message appeared.

⌜ 1 New Message: Yuri ⌟

Yuri: good luck! [9:05]

You locked your phone, wait until I get my hands on you.

You shuffled your way in, the coach was nowhere in sight. Taking yourself a seat on the bench, you quietly waited and observed the boys. Yoongi kept his eyes on you from the moment the two of you made eye contact, watching from a safe distance — the opposite side of the court as you sat, hands neatly together on your lap. He couldn’t help contain the smirk forming on his lips, you looked confused.

“May I ask who you’re lookin’ for?”

His hair was blonde mixed with a shade of brown; a stunning colour, if you would-say-so yourself — harmonizing with the shone colour of his clear blue eyes and piercings on his ears. On top of that, he had flawless opaque skin, pinchable cheeks, and plump lips. He looked soft and elegant — an idol even.

He stood in front of you, wearing all black attire; black hoodie and black shorts. Nearly as tall as Yoongi you deemed. You’ve never noticed him before, a new recruit perhaps? Even so, he didn’t come off as the type to play basketball, but you knew better not to judge.

“I’m waiting for the coach. Do you know where he is?”

The male clasped his hands together and formed an ‘O’ shape with his mouth, “You just missed him! He left to take a call. I’m sure he’s in his office, want me to get him?”

“Oh no, no, no, no, I’m not in a rush! I can wait until he’s finished,” you assured him with a sincere smile.

“Suit yourself. May I?” He motioned beside you and you willingly scooted over to make room for the young boy. He took his invitation and sat pleasantly close to you, “I’m Jimin, and you?” He tilted forward, both elbows on his thighs as his head dipped a bit to gaze at you.

“I’m _____.”

“What a cute name for a cute girl,” he broke into an essence smile and you blushed, “You even have glasses, that’s a bonus,” shifting his posture, his head now resting on his hand. He’s definitely a flirt.

“What position do you play?”

“Hm?” He cocked a brow.

“I’ve never seen you before, are you new to the team?” You questioned.

“Actually,” he leaned back, “I’m their water boy,” he shyly spoke, stretching the hem of his black sleeves over and rubbed them together, formulating adorable sweater paws before hiding his shyness in his hands.

Explains why he wasn’t involving himself with the other members.

“I’d like to be on the team though,” he muffled — paws still covering his lower part of his face.

“Why aren’t you then?”

“Well, to be honest,” he combed his fingers through his hair and sheepishly smiled, “I didn’t make the cut…” You pouted, “It’s okay though! I like being their waterboy… It’s not that bad.”

Jimin averted his gaze to the court, “Sure, I’d rather be on the floor playing, but I also like my job. Even though, I only focus on keeping them hydrated and handing out towels,” he smiled.

“I really look up to these guys. Seeing them work as a team, picking each other up after a mistake and then, coming to me, telling me, that they appreciate what I do for them — they’ve made me feel as if I’m apart of them, part of the team. Especially Yoongi.”

You felt touched by Jimin’s words. You could see it, that he admired the boys. “Yoongi’s a great captain by the way. He may look tough, but he’s nothing but a teddy bear. You didn’t hear it from me though,” the both of you giggled.

You couldn’t imagine the way Jimin described him — maybe, just maybe, Min Yoongi wasn’t so bad after all.

[august-diehl]

Means To An End - Meeting Ragnar

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this before, I hope you guys like it.

Hvitserk x Reader ; Ragnar x Reader

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Tag List: @float-autumn-leave, @nothingeverdies, @akamaiden.

Main Masterlist

7:00 AM

“Are you sure that you wanna do this?” Althelstan asked one more time, he’s very protective of Ragnar, and he didn't agree with his decision from the beginning.

“You now I have to, she’s just means to an end.” Ragnar replied, he knew that wasn’t true, but it helped him continue with his mission, he needed you, that was clear.

“You know that’s not true.” Althelstan smiled, he could always read Ragnar, they were friends, and associates for many years.

“Alright, just get out of here, I’ll be out at the end of the day.” Ragnar got out of the car, and entered the building, the CIA building.

Ragnar needed to turn himself in, so he could speak to you, and his plan in motion. You were the missing piece of the puzzle, you were going to help him, liking or not. The building was filled with agents, but no one recognized him, many believed that he was dead, and the ones that didn't thought that he would be in a beach on a deserted island. Ragnar put his coat on the desk of the receptionist, and he gave her his seductive smile.

“Can I speak with Special Agent Aethelwulf, please?” He handed her his passport, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, Ragnar Lothbrok, was right in front of her.

When the computer gave her the confirmation, the building closed and the agents pointed their guns at Ragnar, they took him away, and put him on a cell, they didn't know what to do, so they just waited for Aethelwulf, he would know what to do.

Aethelwulf was practically running to get on the building, he couldn’t believe that Ragnar Lothbrok turned himself in like that, there was something going on. He used his credentials to enter the building, he was having a great day, but now he couldn’t tell if it was a horrible day or an amazing one, the most wanted criminal in the world turned himself, but at what cost?

When he entered the room, he saw Ragnar, looking extremely calm, he was in handcuffs. He didn't said a word yet, he was waiting for Aethelwulf. The agents put him on the interrogation room, Aethelwulf’s orders. He needed to know what Ragnar wanted, and why he did that.

“I see that someone that gives the orders finally appeared, and I know exactly who it is.” The tick accent was as strong, as Aethelwulf remembered, five years ago, that’s the last time he saw Ragnar, when he escaped.

“Aethelwulf, is that you? I can smell your cologne, I must confess it has a signature smell of arrogance, but it suits you.” Ragnar was looking right at the camera, he knew that Aethelwulf was watching, and he was right, he was watching every single move of Ragnar.

“What do you want, Ragnar?” Aethelwulf said through the microphone, and Ragnar smirked.

“I want to stop an assassination attempt, I know the time and the place, and the person they’re going to try to assassinate.” Ragnar was still extremely calm, it was in his nature, no matter the situation, he was always calm.

“Well, tell me.” The irony was dripping from Aethelwulf’s words, he knew that Ragnar wasn’t going to give the information that easily, and Ragnar himself could easily stop this, if he wanted to.

“I only have one demand.” He looked right at the camera. “I only speak with Special Agent Y/N Whittemore.” Aethelwulf frowned.

“Who the hell is Y/N Whittemore?” He asked the agents.

8:37 AM

You were still sleeping, the night before you and your husband were celebrating the promotion you had, of course that no one knew about your real promotion, working as an operative in the CIA in American soil, they just assumed that you got a big promotion on the FBI New York’s office. You turned around on the bed, to feel the chest of your husband, you smiled and put your head on his chest. But something was bothering you, there was too much sun on the bedroom, you opened your eyes to find your cell phone, and see what time it was, when you saw that it was already 8:39 AM, you jumped out of bed, startling your sleepy husband.

“What happened?” He asked, with his sexy morning voice.

“I’m super late for my first of work.” You screamed from the bathroom, already putting your clothes, brushing your hair, and teeth at the same time.

Ethan grabbed the phone and saw that he was late too, he needed to be in the gallery 20 minutes ago.

“Ethan, where’s my shoe?” You asked trying to find your shoe around the bedroom.

“Right here.” He handed your shoes to you, and you smiled.

“What I would do without you?” You kissed him.

“You would probably go to work barefoot.” You laughed, and you ran towards the kitchen, you put your coffee on your mug.

Because of your new job, you and Ethan bought a car. It was very useful to get to work, and Ethan used it sometimes, to take some paintings to his gallery.

“Babe, you’re gonna need the car today?” You screamed, and Ethan showed up, already dresses, and he looked gorgeous, as usual.

“Yeah, I need to grab a painting on Brooklyn.” He explained, and you signed.

Two cars seemed very useful right now, you and your husband were considering buying two cars, but with the maintenance, and all of the expenses, two cars seemed too much, so you decided to buy just one and share it.

“Huh, okay...I’ll catch a cab.” You informed, and you grabbed the house keys, Ethan was following you.

He was very moody, because he didn't had breakfast, your husband loves food, you tease him that he loves food more than he loves you.

“Have a nice day, babe.” He kissed you, that’s when you heard helicopters and five cars stopped at your apartment, you were surprised, and your husband was even more shocked than you.

“Agent Whittemore, you need to come with us.” An agent informed, and you signed.

“I won’t need take the cab anymore.” You followed the agent, leaving your husband very shocked on the door.

The whole way towards the building where you work was quiet, no agent spoke to you. You wondered if they did that every time an agent was late. You were nervous if you were going to lose your job, that was the opportunity of a lifetime, you didn't want to miss just because you were late. The car stopped, but it wasn’t where you were supposed to work, it seemed like an empty warehouse, but you knew better.

The agents accompanied you to an elevator, the elevator went down, at least for three minutes. They showed you an office, and you entered. Your new boss was there, he was waiting for you.

“Agent Whittemore, please have a seat.” He smiled, but his smile couldn’t reach his eyes, and you saw that.

You had to, you were a profiler, the best one in Quantico, that’s why you got that opportunity. You never thought that you would have this chance, but your abilities were outstanding, and you were going to prove yourself worthy of the chance it was given to you.

“Agent Whittemore, what do you know about Ragnar Lothbrok?” Aethelwulf was doing another background check on you, because he wanted to make sure that you didn't knew him, and why Ragnar was so interested on you, if he never met you.

“Only what they taught us in Quantico, he was a spy, working for CIA. One day he went rogue, and he started to sell many secrets, from Ragnar Lothbrok created an empire, he’s the most wanted criminal in the world, he serves no country, has no agenda, the only thing he’s loyal is his own interests.” You explained, but you still had no idea why he was asking you this.

“Have you ever met him?” He inquired, you were getting even more confused.

“No, never.” You replied, and he clicked his tongue.

“The reason why I’m asking you all of this is because Ragnar Lothbrok turned himself in today, he says that he knows that an assassination will happen, but he only talks to you.” Your mouth was open, why did the most wanted criminal in the world specifically asked for you? How did he know you? So many questions were running through your mind, at that moment.

“We’re doing a background check, to see if you have any type of connexion with him.”

“I know what you’re gonna find.” You said, determined, Aethelwulf raised an eyebrow, he was skeptical about a girl at your age, newly formed from Quantico, got a job on his task-force, he thought that maybe Ragnar, somehow, put you there. “Nothing, I don’t know him, he’s just a criminal that I studied in Quantico.” You were as confused as Aethelwulf, if not more, you truly had no idea why he wanted to talk to you, but you needed to find out.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t think that you have what it takes to get this job done, you’re too inexperienced, and I don’t trust you. But you impressed some big guys in Quantico, that’s why you’re here, if you screw up, I’m gonna be the first to kick you out of this task force, and lock you up in a federal prison.” You were speechless, your boss didn't like you, the most wanted criminal in the world was in first name basis with you, this day was nothing what you expected to be, at all. He got up from his chair, and buttoned his suit, he signed, he was already tired. “I’ll take you to him.” You quickly followed him, you needed to prove yourself, and maybe that was your chance to do that.

You entered the living room, and there was Ragnar Lothbrok. You only saw a few photos of him, the FBI didn't had much information on his life, he was a spy, after all. He smiled when he saw you, his plan was succeeding.

“Y/N Whittemore, you look absolutely gorgeous, come, sit with me. We have a lot to discuss.” You sat in front of him, and Aethelwulf left the room.

“How do you know me?” You asked the most obvious question at the moment.

“Sweet Y/N, I know everything about you.” He laughed, you had no idea his accent would be so strong. “How your parents died in a plane crash, how you were adopted after that, and how you were at the top of your class in Quantico, congratulations by the way.” He was talking like an old friend of yours, details about your life that most people don’t know.

“Why do you have an interest in me?” His response didn't answered any of your doubts.

“Let’s not talk about you, we will talk about the billionaire Kwenthrith Queen, she has an exorbitant amount of money, she can finance anything you could ever imagine. She has a son, Magnus. Kwenthrith fought really hard to get pregnant, imagine what amount of money she would give to keep her son safe.” You frowned, that was about a kidnapping?

“They told me it was an assassination attempt.” Ragnar smiled, he liked you, it wasn’t going to be so hard to have you close.

“When you say the word ‘assassination’, people are quick to assume that you’re talking about the president, or others politicians. Do you think that someone would give me any attention if I talk about some kidnaping?” It made sense, no one would pay attention to a kidnaping.

“You have plenty attention here, or anywhere in the world, you’re Ragnar Lothbrok, A.K.A ‘The King’.” That was how Ragnar was known in the world of organized crime, he was a legend, people wrote books about his intelligence.

“Don’t flatter me, you already have me here.” He pointed at the room, laughing, he looked at the camera. “Go find Magnus, he’s in a great danger, and Kwenthrith too, if they don’t have the boy, they’ll go for the mother.” Aethelwulf ordered some agents to go find the boy and Kwenthrith.

“Now, how’s your husband?” Ragnar had a smirk on his face, he was very fond of the reactions you had.

“How do you know about my husband?” He scoffed.

“Don’t mock my intelligence, Y/N. I know about your adoption, do you expect me not to know about your relationship status?” You signed, it was true, but this day was filled with surprises, you were still a little dizzy from everything that happened.

“What do you want from me?” Ragnar seemed to know everything about your life, but you didn't know why he choose you, and why he even bothered to know about your life.

“Your husband is not who he says he is, he’s an assassin, one of the best there is, his real name is Hvitserk, if you don’t believe me, you’ll find out the truth soon.” You laughed, he wanted to accuse your husband of being an assassin, a man that owns an art gallery.

“This conversation is over.” You got up from your chair, but he stooped you.

“I can give you names of criminals that even the CIA doesn’t even know about their existence, all I’m asking is that I’m able to work with you.” He probably knew every single criminal there is, so the information would be accurate.

“I’m not the one deciding your fate, the government is.” You explained, and he smiled.

“If the government decides to make a deal with me, will you work with me?” There was no way the CIA would make a deal with Ragnar Lothbrok, they wanted him in prison for so long, they wouldn’t let him walk away.

“Yes, I would work with you.” You agreed because you knew there was no way of that happening, he nodded, obviously happy with your positive response, when you were about to leave, he called you again.

“When you get home, check every inch of your house, you can find really interesting things.” You left Ragnar alone, to check on the case, and to think, process everything he said to you.

He accused your husband of being an assassin, he knew every important thing in your life, you had no idea why he was so interested in you, and your life, but you needed to find out. There was no way Ethan was an assassin, you knew him inside and out, and he was the same with you, you trusted him completely, he was your husband, the man you loved.

“Hey, are you okay?” You looked to see Aethelred, he was an agent too, and apparently the boss's son.

“Yeah, I’m fine, is just a lot to process.” You informed, and he gave you a tight smile.

“That’s okay, just so you know Ragnar Lothbrok might be extremely valuable in jail, but he’s worth far more giving information for the CIA, you need to get used to him.” That made sense, you didn't even considered that possibility.

“I need to work with him?” You put your hands on your face, your life was turning upside down, and there was nothing you could do about it.

“If you wanna keep your job here, yes.” He left you alone, he was right, the amount of information Ragnar had, was priceless, and you needed to get used to the fact that you were going to work with him, for the greater good.

[dreamingofjoon]

Stay Still

Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 3.733

Warnings: Namjoon getting friskayyy (I’m so ugly lol)

A/N. I still don’t remember what compelled me to write this that faithful day

Gif Credits

“I’m not here for your games babygirl.” he said, circling the bed.

He watched you intently before sitting down on the edge, staring you down with the most lustful eyes. You stayed in your spot; legs pulled into your chest and your arms holding yourself. You suddenly both regretted and praised yourself for getting into this situation. You never thought it would turn out this intense though. You didn’t think he would ever actually take your bait.

Namjoon was out of your league. At least you thought he was but that wasn’t going to stop you from bringing him down to your level. It seemed as though you guys were often distracting each other. Here and there you would catch each others glances and do something so subtle but so seductive. You weren’t even a couple. It was the mutual attraction between the two of you that often led you to do these things. Nothing was better than knowing that you got Namjoon even just a bit jealous when associating with other male coworkers. He wouldn’t show it but you did harmless but effective actions that had him thinking of how to punish you. It was all but a game. This game finally got you in trouble though.

Today, your team got invited by your supervisor to join a dinner, celebrating a recent deal that you guys had achieved. Of course, you decided to wear something that could flatter you to the max. You wore a black satin silk dress that came mid thigh and black stockings to match. Your heels were open-toed with an ankle strap. The thin, velvet choker that you also wearing helped pull the entire thing together along with your leather jacket. Your makeup was absolutely spot-on and boy were you grateful.

The curls on your head were defined and free. Your hair was short anyway so you decided it was better to not pin it up today. Some curls fell onto your forehead and every so now and then, you would try to blow them upwards in failed attempts. Your lips were adorned with a cherry lipstick, the dark purple complimenting your skin. Everything was working with you tonight and you were very grateful.

By the time you arrived at the venue, there were plenty of men already fawning over you. You looked all around the large round table that your team was seated at but found that there was no sign of Namjoon anywhere. The seat across from you was empty and seemingly reserved for him because when you arrived, you were seated specifically where you were seated now. For the majority of the night, you drank and spoke with your coworkers and had a few men outside of your circle approach you.

You politely turned them down, hoping to see Namjoon turn up soon but was soon giving up hope. Much later in the night, you were thinking about someone take you home if your target didn’t want to make an appearance. You got up to go use the bathroom, planning to come back and find someone to leave with.

By the time returned to the table however, you were greeted by Mr.Kim raking his eyes all over you. You sat down and threw a small smirk in his direction, letting him know that he didn’t look so bad himself. You were exchanging small glances and seducing each other with your small actions while leaving others unaware. A while later, a guy outside of your working circle approached you with the proposition of leaving. You pretended to consider but soon found a reason to shoo him away although he didn’t give up so easily. It was obvious after a while that both men and women alike were beginning to disappear. Of course they too were looking better than usual today and proudly flaunted it.

When you turned back to look at Namjoon, his face was set in a slight scowl at the stranger, one corner curled up to slightly bare his teeth. His brows were furrowed and there was no effort to hide the displeased expression on his face. You outwardly chuckled at his change in demeanor. His cool, flirty exterior had cracked a bit and he realized that but it seemed as though he wanted you to see that. The protective, expression that he was showing made him look as though he would growl  at the man you had just dismissed.

When the dude finally chose to give up and leave the side your chair, Namjoon dropped his gaze on you. His scowl had lessened but his gaze had intensified and it was really getting to you. You stood up from your seat and threw the seated man a seductive gaze before telling your remaining coworkers that you were leaving. You wished them good night and bid them adieu.

You were expecting Namjoon to follow you out after a bit and were proud that you had predicted correctly. You had taken a cab to the venue, betting on the fact that you would take your prize tonight. You knew that you had won when Namjoon came from behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist. You stared up at him in amusement, waiting for him to make a further move.

“My place?” he asked, dropping his head lower to catch you at eye level.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

And that’s how the current situation came to be. Namjoon seemed to be done with your teasing as you were done with his. You sat at the head of the bed, still waiting for him to say something further. He was staring you down with predatory eyes; observing the position you were in. Your body language was contrasting your facial expression greatly and it seemed to intrigue him. You were cradling your legs at the head of the bed, surrounded by a sea of pillows; a true form of fear if not submission but the mischievous glint in your eyes, small smirk playing on your lips, and eyebrow raised in curiosity of how the rest of the night would go.

He smirked and decided to move up closer to you, making you bring your legs closer to your chest. He dropped his head let out a deep chuckle before looking back up at you.

“Scared now are we? You didn’t seem scared when you were shamelessly flirting.” he commented.

“Flirting? Whatever do you mean, sir?” you retorted.

“Well I’m pretty sure I came first. Then, I’d say the guy from the restaurant? And don’t think I’ve forgotten your guy “friends” in the office.”

“I didn’t know that you’d been watching me, Mr.Kim. I’m flattered.” you replied in riposte.

“How could I not watch with the little shows you put on for me?” he inquired while he came closer and you loosened your position. You started stretching your legs, your stockings restricting his view of your legs.

“Bending over to pick up a pen? Your little stares? The winks you throw my way? How could I not watch the whole way through?” He was now staring down at your legs and running his hand up and down the length of your calves, inching closer and closer to the expanse of your thighs.

“I’ve been watching you too.” you said in retaliation which made his eyebrow quirk up.

“Like what you see?” he asked now climbing over you.

“You could say that.” you giggled.

“I bet you’ll love the view tonight.” he said in a deep voice, now nuzzling into your neck.

“I don’t know. I’d have to see it first.”

You heard a deep growl before you felt a pair of plush lips attacking your neck. You settled your hands on the expanse of Namjoon’s wide shoulders while he continued his agenda. You wanted something different though. it wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying the sensual kisses you were receiving on your neck, it’s just that you would’ve preferred those kisses elsewhere. You brought your hands lower to cup at his face, trying to bring his face up to yours. Instead of coming up however, he pulled your hands away from his jaw, but did not hold onto them. You brought your hands back to his face, cupping it with more eagerness but this time, he made sure to pin your hands above your head.

“No no no. You don’t get to touch me until I say so. You think you get to touch me when you’ve been flirting with other guys? Think again babygirl.” Namjoon chastised.

You groaned at his scolding and the pressure that he chose to put above your head. He brought down one hand to grope your breast while he kept your wrists above your head with the other. He finally lifted his feet off of the carpeted floor and settled completely between your legs. His length was poking you through the confines of his pants and you knew that wasn’t even the full thing. His lips trailed upwards towards your jaw and he constantly nipped after every other lick. He then came back down towards your collarbones and bit around your each one harshly, making you try to pull away from his grip.

You started to whimper, desperately wanting him to let go and to your surprise, he did. He pulled back and stood up, slowly taking off the jacket that he failed to discard when you guys had arrived.

“You too.” he commanded. You sat up and pulled the dress over your head, revealing the black lace bralette that you were wearing underneath. There were no cups and your nipples were obviously protruding through the intricate fabric. You heard Namjoon let out a deep groan and paused your actions to catch a glimpse of him. His pupils were blown and the outline of his dick was seemingly straining even harder against his pants but he made no move to remove them. In fact, other than his jacket, he was still dressed. You tried to reach for his pants, wanting to see what he had underneath as well but he harshly swatted your hand away. He turned around and told you to continue while he went and grabbed something. You managed to take off the bralette and were going to get up to take off your stockings when you were pushed back into the bed.

Your arms were pushed back up above your head and bound by black rope before you knew it. The rope was tied to the headboard and you strained against it, both anger and surprise setting in because of the unexpected action. You managed to turn on to your stomach without hurting your wrists too much but those were the only two positions you could manage to settle in. He knew what he was doing if he made it so you could only move on your stomach or your back yet stay restricted by said rope. You turned on your back again and glared at the man who had left you so restricted.

“What the fuck Namjoon?” you growled.

“Can’t have you breaking the rules now can we, babygirl? Just relax and I’ll make it worth your time.” he crooned.

You actually chose to believe him and started settling in until you heard a loud rip. Namjoon had started clawing at your stockings, ripping them all up and off of you until he reached your core. He brought both of his hands up to the space between your thighs, ripping the rest of the fabric directly off of your panties. He threw the remnants somewhere into the room and moved over to your side rather than above you, leaving you a bit confused.

“I’d rather you have a safe word princess. We don’t know how far I’ll go tonight.”

Safe word? He already had you tied up! What else would he be doing that you needed a safe word? You were both alert and aroused, just the thought of what would happen tonight.

“Fucker.” you uttered, making him chuckle lowly.

He chuckled as he flipped you on your side and groped your ass with fervor before raising his hand and bringing it down in a loud slap. The sensation was getting you aroused but also gave you a painful tingle. You tired to squirm away from the possibility of another blow to the ass but Namjoon grabbed you by the waist, pinned you down, and took his time before landing another blow. You cried out from the feeling but weren’t able to move this time due to one of his arms keeping you in place.

“Stay still, babygirl. Now let’s see. How many months have you kept me waiting?” he pondered.

You stayed quiet, not knowing if it was a rhetorical question or if he was asking you. You seemed to have styed quiet for too long because his hand came crashing down to hit your ass again.

“How many months babygirl?”

“F-five.” you stuttered. He hummed in content and continued his punishment.  He gave you a moment to readjust after each slap but decided against rubbing the sting away.

“Aww. Had enough baby?” he asked, his hand now massaging the spots he had struck.

You whimpered, the feeling his hand now helping you relax and even lean into his touch.

“Well sorry to say but we’re not done yet.” He positioned you so that you were on your knees and got off the bed, taking off his shirt in the process before he laid back down next to your right. You stared down at him, wondering what he was playing at when he gripped your thigh and tugged a bit. You got wide-eyed, wondering if he was hinting at what you thought he was. He tugged harder on your thigh and so you lifted your leg, allowing him to cage himself between your legs.

Namjoon could clearly see the evidence of your arousal from his point of view. The wet spot in the middle of your panties was not making this teasing ordeal any easier for him but he had to press on. If he could take your teasing at work for this long, he was going to make you wait as well. Namjoon lifted his index finger and slid it down your clothed heat starting at your clit. As he slowly dragged his finger up and down your clothed core, you finally felt some relief. You moaned out, wanting him to add more pressure. You lowered yourself a bit on to his finger which only made him chuckle at your eagerness.

“Be patient, babygirl. Can’t you see that I am? You wouldn’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he drawled on.

He pressed onto your clit with his thumb and rubbed small, slow circles. You moaned at the sudden action, happy that he was complying with your silent request. That was until he took it away. You whined out of frustration wanting him to continue. He heard your plea and pulled your lower side down a bit before carefully taking your panties in his teeth and pulled down the soiled material before taking them off you and luckily throwing them on his night stand.

You started lowering yourself instinctively with Namjoon’s help. His arms were hooked underneath your thighs and he couldn’t wait to begin. As soon as you were close enough, he set out to get a taste. His lips wrapped around your clit before he stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe down your opening earning a breathy moan from you. You balled up your fists and pulled at your restraints, wanting only to grip his hair and bring him closer. His ministrations were steadily becoming more forceful, licking and sucking as if he would never get a taste again. He worked you up to the point of falling only to stop and make you pull harder, wanting to both suffocate him and beg him to resume.

He chuckled at his work and was proud that he managed to bring you so close to the edge just to bring you back. This was definitely not what you were expecting when you signed up for this. You didn’t think teasing would get you this. Of course you teased to get him interested but this was just torture. You couldn’t take it anymore. You came to get laid, not to get played with.

“Even better than I imagined.” he laughed while escaping the cage of your legs while a sound resembling a growl erupted from your throat in response.

“Aw, I’m sorry babygirl. I know I teased but that’s only to show you how I felt. Doesn’t feel that great now does it?”

You shook your head vigorously and hung your head.

“Please Namjoon. No more teasing. I need this.” you pleaded.

“What do you need?”

You turned your head to look back at him. He had undressed himself to finally reveal his beautifully toned skin. His tan skin was exposed everywhere. His biceps, his chest, everywhere you could see, it was a sight to behold.

“I need you, Namjoon.” you whimpered.

“You need me to do what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“What did you say?” he taunted.

“I need you to fuck me!” you cried out.

“I need that too.” he said in a hushed voice, chuckling to himself.

As he placed himself behind you, he let his hand travel from your hips, up your spine, past your neck, and finally arrive at the back of your head, pushing it down to be mushed into the covers. As he kept your face pushed into the covers with one hand, he prodded at your entrance with his length in the other. He slid himself in inch by inch, carefully filling you out. With each passing second, both of you seemed to moan in unison.

“Damn.” he murmured when he reached the hilt.

The pressure you felt was one of the most satisfying forms of relief you had all night. You were finally getting what you had come for. Namjoon felt the same way. He had been waiting to fuck you ever since you stared at him during a meeting. You were holding your pen in your mouth and staring at him lustfully. Even in the dark meeting room with other people around, the tension was heavy and obvious. Even after you looked away, his attention was still on you. Up until now, his attention was still on you.

He could only focus on your tightness and how you convulsed around him from all the sensitivity of his previous ministrations. He wanted to savor the feeling and so he stayed put in you, trying to keep the current moment engraved in his mind. You, on the other hand were living in the present and wanted to continue. You couldn’t move any further backwards so you wriggled your hips in an attempt to get him to move. Instead of moving, he groaned and told you to stay still for a second. As the moments went by, the force he was putting on your head had lightened and he brought his hand down to the middle of your back. You lifted your head and wiggled a more, your patience wearing truly thin.

Namjoon finally decided to take mercy on you. When he loosened his grip, he just wanted to see you squirm more. He pulled out slowly, leaving just the head in before snapping mercilessly into you. You tensed but the stimulation was so wonderful, you couldn’t help it.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” he snarled before pulling out completely, making you plead for him to put it back in.

“Well you don’t need to anymore.” he said while flipping you on your back before he entered you again very abruptly. He started moving at a teasingly slow pace before speeding up. You were delighted to finally get past all the teasing and get what you thought you deserved. Your moans and groans filled the room and mixed with the sound of Namjoon’s few grunts of pleasure. You wanted so bad to touch him, bring him closer but you had to be content with looking at his current state while pulling at the rope above your head.

Namjoon was fixed on your body as well. The way your breasts bounced up and down, the many expressions that you made when he changed his pace, the sounds that passed your lips. It was an amazing sight to behold.

Focusing on achieving your orgasm, you were almost there. Namjoon was moving at a perfect pace and your head was practically dizzy with pleasure. Namjoon was almost there as well. It was surprisingly quick but considering his patience when teasing as well as yours, it should have been expected. Both of your minds were clouded and you could only focus on the sights before yourselves. Namjoon finally brought himself closer to your face, allowing himself to kiss you passionately as he continued his movements, rolling his hips every now and then.

It wasn’t long until you were both coming undone, the shocks of your orgasms washing through you. The aftershocks were most impressive, but no wonder, the sensitivity you got afterward was very intense. Both of you were too fucked out to move so you sat there, relishing in the feeling of each others bodies. Namjoon slowly became soft in you but he refused to move.

“Mind untying me?” you asked wearily, pulling at the rope that bound your wrists. They were actually starting to hurt after all of the force you used to pull at them.

“Sorry, I forgot.” he laughed as he pulled out and reached up to untie you. When you were finally set free, you rubbed at your wrists. When you were satisfied with the lack of pain, you wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck and kissed him sweetly, loving the feeling of his lips on yours.

“That was…rougher than expected.” you giggled.

“You expected me to be sweet after all you put me through?”

“I was thinking you would be less…kinky.”

“I wouldn’t say kinky. Just dominant.”

“Dominant my ass.”

“You’re right. I did dominate your ass.” he laughed.

You smacked his chest playfully before telling him to shut up.

“I’m surprised you lasted without your safe word.”

“It wasn’t that bad. I actually enjoyed it.”

“Think you’d enjoy another round?” he smirked.

[thegodthief]

Do Magick: Day 14 – Snap

“O God, hear us in thy righteousness and vouchsafe of thy holiness…” I held the hazel rod up as if presenting it to the godhead I was praying to. The twenty-six inches of long dried wood rested lightly in my hand as I recited Another Prayer to double-consecrate the introduced tool during the preparatory phase of the ritual.

The unyielding bark still held a hint of green amid the yellows and tans that developed from years of rest. The rod felt empty. An empty vessel not yet ready to be filled. I laid it in the circle at my feet. The slightly bowed rod turned as gravity pulled it from my hand. The sound was much like a fallen pencil.

Yesterday I had learned that the epithet “Cados” likely came from the Hebrew word “kadosh”, meaning “holy”. So the phrase “in the name of God, Cados, Cados, Cados…” was the same as saying “in the name of God, Holy, Holy, Holy…”. This morning I learned that the phrase “holy holy holy” is a trigger for me, regardless of language, when intoned in prayer.

I paused involuntarily as I suddenly lost my breath and unsummoned fear froze my spine. Memories I had tried to forget twisted with memories recalled into being as the history of the circumstances I would most likely have heard or spoken these words warned me that cruelty was about to be revisited onto me.

The weight of the pewter amulet on my neck reminded me of where and when I am. I took a deep breath, forced myself to look around and note all the things that were not present then, lifted the thin brown book with severe solemnity, and began the conjuration most necessary again in defiance.

«Open your eyes. The rod has no substance here, not yet. Pick it up and examine it. You cannot use it in its current length. You have enough for three wands if you cut them short. Two wands if you cut the rod in half. Or one specific rod if you desire a certain length from the midst of it. You only need one.»

I had opened my eyes immediately. I continued to “hear” him clearly even as I did as instructed. I was amused to see the physical amber was not unnaturally glowing and the candle was not lit yet I could somehow feel the light and warmth just the same as I felt his presence across the table.

My perfectionism was holding me back again. While the Book of Oberon had references to hazel wands for two specific rituals, there was no other information about wands in particular. A checking of websites gave instruction that the hazel wand should be fifteen to seventeen inches, or should be the length of the forearm plus the hand, or should be the length of the forearm only, or et cetera, et cetera, ad nauseam. I only have one chance to do this right, so I am afraid to do anything at all.

“Okay. Let’s assume I’m able to make an executive decision and trim the length to something… appropriate. Then what?”

«Close your eyes, and I will show you.»

I had held the rod upright with my right hand as I spoke. When he began speaking after I closed my eyes, I realized I had just fulfilled a vision I had three weeks ago as I prepared for this undertaking.

I did not see the other-world version of the table, shewstones, and candle. I did not see [Patient Caller] or his rings. I saw myself seated at a worktable with a trimmed section of the hazel rod and an assortment of rasps, sandpapers, cloths, and oil. With the rasp, my alternate self removed the hardest outer layer of bark. With the sandpaper, just enough of the inner layer of bark was removed to reveal the wood itself. Finer and finer grades were used to smooth out the surface before being wiped clean with the cloths and smothered from one end to the other with olive oil.

«You will need to feed the wand for at least a day after shaping it before presenting and using it. You will need to feed it regularly after. Do you understand what I mean by feeding it?»

As he spoke, the secondary vision ended. I looked down to see the hazel rod resting in my lap. I looked up to see him seated across the table. “If it’s like [my other wand], it’s covering it with olive oil, letting it soak for a while, then wiping off the excess and buffing what remains.”

«Yes. Use the first press of olive oil, and take care that it is pure olive oil. The oil and your attention is what feeds the wand and converts it from a dog’s chew toy into an effective tool.»

When he fell silent, I turned my attention back to the rod. I noted where my hand was comfortable holding it and which way I tended to turn the curve of the shaft. The spirit watched me for a moment with his hands clasped and resting on the table as I have become accustomed to. I had no warning that he was about to speak.

«Holy, holy, holy… Holy is the Lord.»

I didn’t realize I had held my breath until I found myself unable to speak the thick obscenities clogging my mouth.

«You have worked hard to challenge yourself, your past, and the behaviors beaten into you. If you are going to continue, you will be challenged by other texts and spirits that will not have nary a stain of kindness nor mercy towards you. Remember what I told you of the amulet. To negate its protection, all I have to do is make you panic, for in your distress, you will voluntarily remove anything that reminds you of [what was done to you]. So. Cados. Cados. Cados.»

My mouth was dry but at least I was able to speak. He had spoken the last three words with an intonation that demanded a response. He lifted a hand to indicate it was now my turn to speak.

“Holy is the Lord.” My tongue felt and tasted like it was coated in rust.

«There are other passages in the [Book of Oberon] that call upon the name and names of the Most High God. Read them. Out loud. Not for ritual and not for intent. But to feel the names upon your tongue again. To hear your voice speak with strength and vigor and surety. To pull those portions of you that [spoke with eloquence] out of the bonds of memories twisted by the intentional evil of some and the unintentional cruelty of others. If you cannot speak without your spirit faltering in fear, not even the amulet will help you.»

I did not argue.

I spoke the Apophenia Invitation and the License to Depart without issue. Reciting Psalm 54 once more to secure my safety before breaking the circle was like licking galvanized nails. It was hard to focus on the words. Hard to visualize what they meant. Hard to accept their intent. I kept reminding myself of [Mud] and the difficulties I had peeling him off of me in my ignorance.

Only when all else was put away did I remove the amulet. As the cord passed my ears, I felt like I was removing a helmet, the world pressed itself into my awareness, and the clock announced that I was running late.

Total ritual time: 45 minutes.

This stopped being entertaining last week. I’m all the more determined to complete the thirty day commitment. I spoke with a peer about some of my more obvious fears in working with [Patient Caller] yesterday. A key concern is that I feel I am very clearly being groomed for something but that I have no idea what that something is or why.

Because reasons, I am very sure that [Patient Caller] was formerly incarnate. I don’t want to use so base a word as “ghost”, but once upon a time, he belched and shat just like the rest of us living. Which means [Patient Caller] is a “dead wizard with agendas”.

This is not helping my paranoia.

But so far, all the information checks out. I am finding confirmations and precedents for his instructions, warnings, and advice. He has not asked me to do anything that would put me in harm’s way. Even the intentional triggering, as sharp and painful as it was to endure it at the time, was to brace me and prepare me for an even stronger shaking so I would not fall when it comes.

All my checks and divinations still encourage me to continue. Those I have sought advice from before remind me that they are still within reach if I need help. My allegiances have not changed. I’m okay.

Okay.

I’ll be making a 15″ cut of the rod. That feels a little too long, but I can always sand it shorter if the balance doesn’t work out right. I can’t lengthen what is cut.

I know how incongruent this sounds. I lay out the reasons why I should not do the thing, then turn around and resolutely decide to do the thing.

What can I say? I want to know more.

[zodiacspot]

Horoscope - Jan 15 2017

Aries Horoscope

(Mar 21 – Apr 19)

Responsibilities seem to keep piling up and they won't go away until you decide to face them once and for all. Nevertheless, you're distracted by your fantasies and might try to cleverly delay your obligations a little while longer. Unfortunately, this tactic of procrastination will likely backfire today; it makes more sense to bite the bullet and resign yourself to a day of karmic catch-up. For now, heed the words of author Peter Drucker: "Never mind your happiness; do your duty."

Taurus Horoscope

(Apr 20 – May 20)

You are looking at the world through a very practical lens today, motivating you to find satisfaction by achieving substantial results. People may marvel at your positive attitude because they know they would complain if they had your row to hoe. But you're willing, even eager, to do whatever it takes if your work influences your peers to shine their lights in the darkness. Applying your creativity for the good of all makes your heart smile and inspires others to follow in your footsteps.

Gemini Horoscope

(May 21 – Jun 20)

Sometimes spending the day at home is a way to escape from the real world. But there are plenty of projects to finish and you're happy to have the breathing room to tie up loose ends. Mundane household chores are at the top of your to-do list. Oddly enough, focusing on physical activities frees your mind to meander in your daydreams. If you concentrate on one thing at a time, you will be amazed by how much you can accomplish with a short burst of willpower. Channel your energy constructively and your productivity will increase dramatically.

Cancer Horoscope

(Jun 21 – Jul 22)

You like the idea of free-floating through the day without anything on your schedule. Nevertheless, creating an agenda enables you to make the most of your time. It may seem counter-intuitive to allocate space on your calendar for rest and recreation, but it's wise to relinquish your resistance to organizing everything in advance. Even if you deviate from your initial arrangement, planning in advance gives you the widest range of choices. Prepare for the road ahead, even if it's just leading to the playground or the couch.

Leo Horoscope

(Jul 23 – Aug 22)

You have a hundred different money-making ideas running around in your head, but turning any one item into tangible income is an entirely different story. Unfortunately, the gulf between your fertile imagination and boring reality seems too wide to cross today. Nevertheless, building bridges between the present moment and your future aspirations starts with a thought. As Gloria Steinem correctly noted, "Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning."

Virgo Horoscope

(Aug 23 – Sep 22)

You long for consistency but it is elusive today, nonetheless. Your efforts to stabilize your emotions only adds energy to their uncertainty. Nearly everything in your world seems to be in flux while the evocative Moon is camping out in your sign. It can be tiring to keep up with your never-ending mood swings now, but even more exhausting if you try to control them. Tides change, feelings change, perspectives change. It's part of the natural process; take a deep breath and just go with the flow.

Libra Horoscope

(Sep 23 – Oct 22)

You are a closet list-maker today, and will jump through hoops to prevent others from discovering your secret. Of course, there's nothing wrong with enumerating what you want, but your heart is set on showing everyone how much you're willing to compromise. You don't want to come across as controlling, so you might pretend you aren't attached to a particular outcome now. Paradoxically, your suppression of your real intentions is transparently obvious. The more you mask your need to have it your way, the more others will resist your ideas. Ben Franklin wrote, "Honesty is the best policy."

Scorpio Horoscope

(Oct 23 – Nov 21)

You can see where your current path leads into the future and you're driven to modify it so it will take you exactly where you want to go. However, you might not possess as much accuracy as you wish and today's actions could profoundly impact your trajectory unless you consider all of your options first. Think twice and then think again; your impulsive changes have as-of-yet unseen consequences. Orator William Jennings Bryan said, "Destiny is not a matter of chance. It is a matter of choice."

Sagittarius Horoscope

(Nov 22 – Dec 21)

You might get so hung up on the logistics of your plans today that you end up missing your opportunity to put them into motion. You are engaging in a familiar dance between using a telescope to aim at the distant horizon and a microscope to focus on the minutiae. Your current inclination is to handle all the details first, but you may grow frustrated when you keep slipping into daydreams and lose touch with your goals. President Barack Obama advises, "If you're walking down the right path and you're willing to keep walking, eventually you'll make progress."

Capricorn Horoscope

(Dec 22 – Jan 19)

Your current idealism is like an itch that won't go away. Try as you might, making a practical plan is a real struggle today because your thoughts keep drifting toward chivalrous goals like protecting the environment or feeding the poor. However, your real problem isn't your altruism; it's about scale. Instead of trying to save the entire planet, start in your local community. Margaret Mead wrote, "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."

Aquarius Horoscope

(Jan 20 – Feb 18)

Logic enables you to only get so far as you try to navigate your way through complex relationship dynamics today. Your emotions are warping your perspective and you realize that objectivity is nowhere to be found now. However, you don't know how to start a conversation about a subject that's a mystery to you. Fortunately, the moment is rife with opportunities to grow and learn more about your feelings. However, it takes courage to admit if you're floundering. Author James Thurber wrote, "It is better to ask some of the questions than to know all of the answers."

Pisces Horoscope

(Feb 19 – Mar 20)

You may find yourself in an awkward position if people think you have more information in your possession than you do now. They could demand specific details all they want today, but your feelings don't easily fit into words. It might seem as if others are leaning on you to manage their own discomfort with uncertainty. However, you can't squeeze water out of a stone and you just don't have a simple solution to give anyone. Shakespeare wrote, "Expectation is the root of all heartache."

Source : Rick Levine

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Growth and Dissent

I always find it funny when former SJWs regale us with their tales of conversion. Like, it’s always these crazy, super left, borderline fascists who, all of a sudden, have a epiphany that maybe their views are a little too extreme after actually having a goddamn conversation with someone who has opposing ideals. I just watched an entire YouTube testimony basically admitting to the fact that this particular person, a self proclaimed SJW, wouldn’t even hear a counter-argument to their beliefs. If you didn’t think like they thought, you were flat out written off as a bad person. That sh*t is wild to me. Who willingly closes their mind off like that? Why would you limit yourself and your thesis to such a small data pool? Who just flat out denounces avenues toward new wisdom and understanding simply because the new information chafes against their “beliefs”? That way of thinking is just too self destructive for me to understand.

I don’t consider myself an SJW. I don’t consider myself a feminist. I don’t consider myself a supporter of BLM or any other activist group like that. I find that the necessity for distinction of such things to be disgusting, that the necessity for splinter groups to champion basic human rights; Literally that black lives matter or that women should be considered equal in society to men or that discrimination is bad and should be fought against every time it rears it’s ignorant head, is f*cking ridiculous. Yes, i believe in a lot of the same things these people believe. Yes, i hold these beliefs as truths. Where we differ in those beliefs, is that i subscribe to the fact that these truths are be self evident, to paraphrase the Declaration of Independence. If you are a person in society, regardless of race, gender, religion, whatever, you should be treated with compassion, understanding, and respect. No one is superior to anyone else. Everyone is equal and should be treated as such. i feel like that’s not just common sense, but that it’s basic humanity.

I don’t understand how we get to the point that we criminalize people literally screaming out against a specific demographic who are unduly persecuted and killed by the very uniforms who are suppose to protect them, with terrifying regularity. The data backs that sh*t up, easy. you can walk up to 10 black people in the street, anywhere, and i guarantee at least 3 of them can tell you a story about how they were unjustly harassed by cops. That’s 3 too many and i’m more than certain that the real number is closer to 10 than anyone would like to admit.

I don’t understand how championing equality and rights has devolved into Tumblr vomit and PC persecution. The SJW movement started with the best of intentions. I watched it burgeon on Tumblr all those years ago but, over time, it devolved into a rancid nest of teeny-weenies who refuse to accept that life isn’t all gold stars and participation trophies. People suck. they don’t have to subscribe to your pronouns or 86 genders. It’s okay for people to disagree. That doesn’t mean they’re the f*cking devil. The fact that you won’t even engage them in intellectual debate basically makes you the same as the close minded bigotry you supposedly champion against. Ignorance is ignorance, however well intentioned.

And these third wave feminists? These Anita Sarkesian zealots? f*cking really? you’re out here trying to turn trolling into hate speech? You’re out here attacking video games like they have a detriment effect on the youth? you’re masquerading your rampant and obvious misandry as the repeated persecution of the female existence? Get the f*ck out of here! Of course there’s work to be done on equality, for everyone not just women, but when Harvey Weinstein is out here raping women for 30 goddamn years and you’re upset because of sex scenes in Mass Effect, you need to get your sh*t together. The boob physics in my DOA games or the fact that Princess Peach gets damseled in a 30 year old video game takes precedence over the fact that women are stoned to death for being raped in India or have acid thrown in their faces for turning down a date in Iraq, is f*cking absurd. Maybe focus on that stuff instead of narrative tropes that have been around since there were narratives. Seriously, if you’re pitching a fit over fictional depictions of violence toward women instead of trying to change the real life culture that facilitates and encourages actual violence against women around the world, your feminism is both hypocritical and useless. Particularly when sh*t like this can be easily addressed by, you know, f*cking parenting.

Look, i get it. We need change. I agree with that. I also agree that you can’t change some people. Sometimes, dynamic action needs to be taken to shock the system into acknowledgement. I understand that. MLK was considered a domestic terrorist at he height of the civil rights movement. Hell, a civil case won by his family basically had the FBI admit they assassinated the good doctor at the behest of Hoover way back when. Our government killed a man who just had a dream because social change was that terrifying to the establishment. But, also like the good doctor, i understand there needs to be a dialogue across the aisle for things to truly evolve. Shutting out a dissenting voice as ignorant without trying to understand why it’s so obtuse is a detriment to growth. Focusing on frivolous nonsense that can be addressed after the actual, real world issues have been addressed, is a detriment to growth. Nitpicking social constructs while the people who are being “championed” by these revelations of 20 year olds, are being slaughtered is f*cking stupid to me. Your pronouns or brand new genders or trans acceptance aren’t saving the lives of transpeople, they’re just muddying the narrative.

Equality is not a bad word. Progression does not have to be terrifying. Social evolution should not be so divisive. I get that there will be people on both sides who vehemently disagree but that’s the fringe. There should be more people closer to center, closer to consensus, than the loudest on the outside. There has to be more people willing to exchange ideas, to grow proper dialogue toward something better, not just personal agendas and fad-based beliefs. I have to believe that because, if there isn’t, then what’s the point of any of this?

[rightsidenews]

Soros Funded Liberals are Hypocrites and Bigots

John Rousseau

Liberals are bigots and liars.

It is well-known that liberals are afraid of minorities. When liberals live with minorities, white-liberals do not educate their children with minority children. Hypocritical, as shown by now disgraced Hollywood-mogul HarveyWeinstein.

Even so, liberals have rarely make their hypocrisy this obvious. In these two headlines you see two competing, and highly-contradictory, narratives. The left pushes both of these points on a daily basis because Soros-funded groups want you poor, possessing low information, and easy to control. A careful reading of the Soros funded Open Society’s mission statement shows their desire to control. One of the left’s most hypocritical arguments involves hard-work and immigrant-owned businesses. They state two major claims:

Hard work does not work, so we need a welfare state.

Immigrants always work very hard, so we are benefited by letting them settle in our lands.

The left’s favorite examples of immigrant-driven wealth generation are Elon Musk and Steve Jobs, whom they cite as immigrant-success stories. This is true.

Musk and Jobs are laudable people, but they completely contradict the left’s competing narrative that minorities, and the poor, cannot get ahead by working hard. This contradiction is stark. To further illustrate the leftists’ hypocrisy, we need only examine the frankly racist application of leftist-logic to gun control.

Guns are used to kill minorities by other minorities in disproportionate numbers, so no members of a minority should own guns. This is shown in the below chart, which shows that blacks are dangerous to each other.

2.Middle-class-whites need to protect themselves against minorities gives whites the rights to own guns. This is shown by the below chart, which shows blacks kill more whites than whites kill blacks.

Nobody, not even the most virulent racist argues that law-abiding blacks should not own guns due to the societal risk to black and whites alike.

The right-wing, which is considered racist by many commentators, does not make the argument that blacks should not own guns. When prosecutors attempted to punish a black woman for accidentally carrying a legal firearm licensed in another state, the right-wing sprung to her defense. The right-wing encourages urbanites to own guns legally. Chicago and Washington D.C. have some of the highest murder rates in America and the civilized world. They have strict gun regulations, so many regular citizens cannot obtain a gun in Chicago or Washington D.C.

Does anyone on the right side of the aisle cheer gun deaths in the inner-city? No, they do not, for the right-wing, by and large, want all to be safe and take responsibility for their own safety. Further, the right-wing understands that all Americans have rights, and those rights apply to everyone legally living in America. It would be hypocritical and frankly bigoted for the right-wing to promote gun-ownership for only one group, class, or race of people.

Yet, liberals lie. Liberals tell minorities, the natively-born-poor and especially African-Americans that hard-work will get them nowhere without handouts from a welfare state. However, when it comes to illegal -and legal- aliens, the left-wing promotes the idea that the migrant is naturally disposed to a life of hard work. Jack Dorsey, the Saudi-aligned CEO of Twitter, visited Knoxville, Tennessee to promoteimmigrant-owned businesses. Jack, and other Soros-aligned globalists like him, regularly tell regular citizens that without immigrant contributions to our economy that the economic system itself will collapse.

Can this be true?

Of course not: This is where the fantasy metastasizes into full-blown deception and duplicity.Japan has almost zero immigration, and it has an aging population. Jack and his minions tell us that without an immigration boom of new Americans to work hard and pay taxes, we will be unable to afford the boomers' healthcare. Does an aging population, or declining population make a country vulnerable to collapse?Let's look at Japan again. What has happened in Japan since its slow population decline? Their economy is strong. The fewer people that compete for jobs, the more jobs pay workers.

Not only are liberals hypocrites, bigots, and racists for implying that only certain groups can benefit from hard work, but the left-wing do not want our population to prosper as the Japanese population is doing! Yes,there’s an adjustment period -were a Japanese model to be adopted, the social drawbacks Japan has experienced cannot be ignored.

Seriously, go throw a football or something.

Even so, in basic terms fewer people always means more competition in the labor market. Do you think that George Soros, the Saudis, or Jack Dorsey want to see American wages increase? Hell no. Thankfully in Japan, the Japanese people, the rightful inhabitants of Japan, will eventually benefit from more living-space, higher-wages, less competition in schools due to its aging population. The lies the open-borders Soros-inspired people tell are unbelievable.

Let's explore this issue a bit more in-depth: Is there any evidence that declines in population create less productivity or wealth for a specific society? In a word, no- so long as you free yourself from the yoke of Neoclassical economics.

Let's examine the Black Death in the Middle Ages. What did the Black Death due to Europe? It eviscerated and annihilated large portions of Europe. Tens of millions of people died in Europe alone during the Black Death. What occurred after the Black Death?

Firstly, farmers converted land from labor-intensive gain-farming, to low-labor intensive animal farming. Before the Black Death, Europe's population was too dense for the feudal economic system of the day; high-intensity grain farmers used labor-intensive practices to maximize grain yields with little thought to the efficiency of the practice. Things were done in a particular way as they had usually been done that way in the past.

Justly put: Europeans spent so much time growing grain before the Black Death that their poor had little time for innovation, learning, or skill-building! While the economies of Europe would still only grow at ~1% per annum until the Industrial Revolution, it is here that the long road to a modernized world began.

This change in farming styles after the plague allowed more people in Europe to learn skills, and demand higher wages.

Secondly- even unskilled labor was worth more, almost over night.

Following the Black Death, laborers on farms were able to leave and travel to urban areas in search of higher pay. In these urban areas laborers with skills participated in the free-market, which as serfs on feudal-lands their lords restricted them from doing. Therefore, wages go up, and Europe began to prosper.

Third, the Renaissance itself began!

It is no coincidence that higher wages, less labor-intensive farming methods, and increasing urban populations full of skilled laborers led to something big. No one could have predicted just how big that change would be, for that change was the Renaissance. Without the Black Death to clear space, population, and provide a chance for workers to participate in the free-labor market perhaps Europeans would not have broken their cycle of feudalism and serfdom for many more centuries.

The liberal agenda is not only duplicitous, and bigoted, but it undermines the right that every citizen, of every country, has to benefit from demographic changes. Why would anyone want the West to be less prosperous and powerful? The open-borders types want an easily controlled population so that Soros and those like him can remorselessly practice the rapine he showed in World-War II! We have a right to live in a less-densely populated nation where our labor is worth more! In Maine business owners are finally hiring Americans again. For years business owners in Maine stated that Americans would not do the work they wished to see performed. Yet, as soon as Donald Trump announced that he would enforce immigration laws the business owners of Maine found money to hire Americans! Imagine. My. Shock.

Stop the liberal agenda. Liberals are bigots. Progressives are racists. Liberals hate borders and the peoples of a nation, any nation, rightfully prospering from the fruits of the people’s labor! With some qualifications, the freer the market, the freer the people. What do you call those who demand to control the market with an iron grip, and return all to the same level of the peasant?

This is what Soros and his ilk are working towards; a borderless gulag archipelago with each man set against his neighbour over the last grain.

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[anecdotaltruthbomb]

Are we frugivore?  

We are monkeys! Rediscovering this fact has implications that go beyond understanding our digestive system. It has important intellectual and spiritual implications.

Seriously?

Yes, I am at it again.

To be clear, monkey is a fruitarian slang word for someone who is in the know, in touch with their physiological reality, based on being open minded about experience, perhaps intellectually humbled but mainly divorced from the hubris of capitalist agendas. The word is not far removed in meaning from a word like fruitbat. The point of it is being in touch with your true nature and being in an OPEN relationship with your left brain. It’s not the tight assed scientific term, that differentiates between those animals with tail (monkeys) and those without a tail (great apes). To exclusively left brained science, we are apes, but to us it’s all the same monkey business.

People who think they are “frugivore” may end up eating nothing but fruit, due to the magic of language, but only human beings could be so dogmatic, left brained. Monkey is a much larger concept.

A monkey can do whatever he wants. Monkeys can kill you, so beware.

Okay, erm, but … so what is … like … our natural diet?

All creatures of nature thrive on raw food. The coagulation / denaturalisation of three dimensional molecules must render them unrecognizable to this intelligent evolution, that is being those creatures. What is it to do about those unrecognizable items, when most of them are like that? Keep all of them out and risk starvation? Let all of them in and drown in toxic crap?  Often it does not even have a choice. These objects will simply slip in and cause whatever.

Also, our digestive tract is optimized for fruits of (mixed, not average) caloric density and more tender leafy greens, than you would find or be happy to pay for in an organic grocery store. Mothermilk contains mammal proteins and mammal fats, fruit and greens contain fats too but also starches, this is why we can also digest and thrive on similar, modest, amounts of starches from other plants, like tubers, unless they contain toxic substances, which many do for their protection. It’s why we have digestive enzymes and acids and a taste for all of these macronutrients and animal proteins, from milk over scawny insects to very tender animal bodies, such as eggs or small water life - but we do not have the acid to kill off bacteria and parasites in raw animal products, nor do we have enzymes (or appropriate immune reactions) to deal with randomly dentured/cooked proteins or anti-oxidants to deal with extremely oxidized processed fats. We can eat nuts occasionally, but larger quantities of them will not nourish us properly and some if not all are slightly toxic in a raw state - we can deal with many of these toxins of those plants, that are not our fruit, in moderation only. Some are even beneficial in moderation. It’s all about the raw and nontoxic qualities, the right measurements and combinations, not only in a single meal or eating session, but in in your whole digestive tract and in the case of “animal products”, like the mother-milk of your own species, there is a lot of hormonal and genetic programming going on, that will affect us - but milk of other species will affect us differently. Mooo! You can’t ever stupidly judge whole fruit groups. For instance every grain or pseudo grain is different and any preparation of it too. And some foods require the body to form more protective mucus than others, but the pretense of mucus does still not allow for a generalized judgement about how toxic that protective (toxin binding) mucus layer ends up being later on. With mucus it is also a matter of timing and moderation. It comes with nuts and seeds and grains and dairy and meat and if you eat those foods daily, it accumulates and becomes like a dirty pond for dangerous bacteria. Being “frugivore” would not even imply that you could eat all fruit. Some fruit are toxic. Some fruit have mildly aggressive enzymes, such as zucchini. Those are also mucus forming. Also mucus can only bind / protect you against so much toxins. You just have to understand that we mainly thrive on vitamins, anti-oxidants and soluble fibers, such as those of fruit and tender leafy greens - so these foods must always be your first choice and if you can afford them in great variety and quality, they can suffice. You also mainly thrive on sugars (combined with a certain amount of minerals required for their metabolism). Also proteins and fats, but only in strong moderation. So these foods can not ideally replace fruit as main energy staple, in the case of a fruit shortage. If you have to substitute fruits, chose starchy vegetable, tubers and carefully selected and prepared grains and think of them as second choice. Nuts and seeds are best be thought of as medicinal supplementation. And most importantly sugars and overt fats, such as nuts, must be eaten in isolation from each other, as the body can not efficiently metabolize high quantities of both at the same time. This simple and physiologically almost ‘obvious’ fact ( but a never understood fact … i mean, just think for a bit about how blood and liver and muscles work) is the root of that insane low-carb mentality. People don’t even realize that a diet, that has 30% of calories coming from fat, is already a HIGH fat diet, wherein most meals are improperly combined, which leads to the blood sugar issues, that everyone is familiar with - due to that fat in the blood. They think this is a low fat diet. And then they think the carbs must be the fault in this diet. Nonsense.

We must eat when hungry and not for entertainment. Metabolism can’t be forced. Stuffing goes south. We can deal with moderate amounts of harsh fibers, but must avoid constipation, pressure, stretching of intestines. Most people suffer from dangerous stretching and blow outs in their colon. This leads to pain, intoxication, inflammation, rotting, cancer.

This paragraphs comes without much proof, because i am not your research servant and because my point is to introduce you to differentiation, that you need, to know what you are looking for, to ask the right questions. Many false ideas about nutrition are because people can’t think outside of the box and are locked into false assumptions and questions, such as, famously, that we must be either grain or meat eaters (both foods that are almost equally hurting in the long run and if eaten exclusively). A big source of confusion is also the detox crisis. The better you treat your body, the more you become aware of hopefully temporary symptoms from past sins. All that coagulated crap is sitting deep inside of your colon and your whole lymph system.

So what was that about intellectual and spiritual implications of being a monkey?

The main intellectual implication is a full acknowledgement of the principles of evolution. You transcend and include your roots and depend on the health of your included roots, forever. You don’t just leave something behind and become something else, with entirely different needs. We are not even as good at hiding this fact as butterflies. The immense importance of evolutionary thinking is explored by Ken Wilber's Integral Theory or by Spiral dynamics and way too big for this article.

A more specific, psychoanalytic implication is that monkeys have a tool building intelligence. Our thinking is driven my motivation and is thus narrowed down into narratives of expectation. This is a great weakness, we must acknowledge and deal with carefully.

Also, many argue that humans tend to personify reality. It is thought to be the reason for religions. Some mistake it to be childish magical thinking, which is underestimating the phenomenon greatly. Sure enough, childish magical thinking was the developmental root of what this really is, but it plays a critical part in our whole intelligence, for all times to come. It is what Carl Jung describes as introverted Intuition. It is a comprehension of processes that is specialized on understanding the intentions of living creatures or the intrinsic directions of organic entities, meaning organic or subjective processes such as satiation, purging, procreating, dreaming, flirting. It is not exactly subjective, but generally and originally oriented towards understanding and expressing our intrinsic subjective interests. It is not our only comprehension of processes. There is also what Carl Jung calls extroverted Intuition. It is an understanding that tries to comprehend the full situation, which also includes inanimate things, as such. Monkeys must know how to jump from tree to tree, they understand how trees are affected by wind and are in this way objective. But it is still, usually unbeknownst to the observer, somehow relative to his intention behind the interaction with these objective processes. It is not exactly objective, but generally oriented towards the object, it is our capability to learn to adapt to all kinds of circumstances. These two intuitions can never become separated from each other entirely and yet every human, most likely unlike monkeys, has a strong preference for one over the other, often to the unhealthy point of denying the other. So back to monkeys. They don’t have this differentiation yet, which has such a huge influence on how humans understand and misunderstand and deny reality, to the point of destroying their bodies, their relationships, their environment. I will leave just you with this eye opener. Now see for yourself you much influence these two forms of intelligence have on absolutely everything.

More on the spiritual implications though. One of the insane consequences of how our comprehension of process, that means of life in general, but also of biology in particular, has become differentiated into these two seemingly contradictory perspectives or cognitive /neurological faculties, without being properly recognized as being only SUBJECTIVELY different (meaning that the world of cause and effect is objectively undivided) and without being integrated again, is that we are stuck with many brands of ridiculous dualities. The materialistic, capitalistic, achievement oriented world of science isn’t always much less insane than the religious, god fearing, immortality assuming, body denying spirituality, but mainly just differently insane. (I am fully aware of stages and still say this, for reasons!)

Now thinking of monkeys can not teach you how to properly differentiate and integrate your Intelligence of processes. But the human, as we know him, has become a symbol of division and our western philosophy has a tradition of misunderstanding our developmental journey as being the maximization and perfection of this division, the infinite stretching of the gap, between the supposedly purely bodily animal and the supposedly more and more purely spiritual human, which must snap terribly when we die. The monkey, that you stare at in a zoo, may therefore be a symbol of being pure body to you.

But meeting that monkey inside of you forces you to acknowledge the fact, that the whole human world, the world that exists in our understanding, human cognition, consisting of the four functional domains (process,form,manipulation,motivation), was made up, subjectively only, but that dream was objectively made by this evolution of the central nervous system, in which body and spirit are obviously the same.

"Only when spirit and matter come together, consciousness is born." [...] "Fluids come together and the ‘I Am’ appear. " Nisargadatta.

You are still a monkey. In that sense you can not have fallen out of Eden. You are just bringing your subjective dreams of division into it. You miss the mark. The monkey is your true nature. The monkey does not realize what he is. You do not yet realize what you are. But you CAN realize, that you are that monkey and what that monkey really is. Life, Involution and Evolution, Spirit and Soul, all one, dancing with death.

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Enjoy Soccer More By Using These Tips.

The Nuances Of The Sport Of Soccer

Many of the game’s thrill is the ability to win a game. However, winning doesn’t happen simply because you wish for it. To acquire better at soccer, you have to peruse the recommendations in this particular piece. Then go obtain that ball, go outside, and acquire to practicing!

Make sure you are constantly switching the ball forward and backward within the game. Just release pressure via switching the ball to 1 side from the field. This betters your chances of finding open spots in the field and increases the amount of space for you to execute a strategy. It draws another team to 1 side of the field when you quickly switch the ball to the other part whenever they target you.

Always keep your eyes open. When you are lucky enough to obtain the ball, pass it on the person that you believe can advance toward the target, even if which is not you. Be selfless so that you can help your team win. However, to be able to follow this piece of advice, you have to be vigilant and determine what is happening on the field always.

Get the inspiration to enhance your game by watching an experienced match in the media. When you watch, analyze and breakdown this game to ascertain why players make your decisions they generally do. This should help you find out the strategy and tactics employed in the video game and enhance your selection on the field.

If you possess the ball and also you see open space, move toward it. You need to bring a defender in toward you, so the field opens up for your teammates. As the defender gets closer, pass the ball to a person who seems to be within a stronger position than you. Hopefully, they may score!

It is possible to usually create a defender freeze for a few seconds by faking an attempt. If you see a defender closing in for you, posture yourself like you were planning to kick the ball and create a long pass. The defender should stop and anticipate the pass you might be faking.

Always have an agenda for what you would do with the ball when it is passed to you personally. Anticipate the best move, whether it is a quick or long pass, or even a shot on the goal. Do not be obvious concerning the moves you may make. The aspect of surprise is essential to keeping the ball protected.

Rushing towards the goal is very tempting however you need to make sure you have some backup first. Tend not to mount an attack until you have a minumum of one player on either side. You must save the ball having a quick pass to 1 side just in case lots of defenders close in upon you.

If you are searching for finding out how to cross the ball with better precision, watch some footage of the professionals. David Beckham, specifically, is extremely skilled in this area. Irrespective of what you are doing, though, make certain you will not loft the ball.It is essential to soccer Sports pass with precision.

Good soccer uniforms are component of any successful team. In choosing soccer uniforms, seek out one made from quality materials. Soccer is really a contact sport, which means you need to look for jerseys that can withstand the ceaseless abuse. Always think when it comes to what will last in addition to the comfort level of your respective players.

Anticipation is key while you are about the field together with the ball coming your way. Also, it is very important if you are defending as being a goalie. If you can to anticipate better an opponent’s move, then you will find a a lot better probability of stopping your opponent. Knowing your offense will assist you to anticipate your defense.

Soccer

Soccer must be played as a team. Ensure that you understand this. Utilizing your team, instead of for your own personel personal goals, is obviously a much more effective strategy.Instead, focus on soccer the team. Which means sacrificing goal opportunities if a person else has a better shot.

Before each soccer match, be sure to take the time to carry out some pregame warm-ups and stretching. By using this pregame ritual, you are going to decrease your chances of sustaining a connective tissue injury. Through providing additional circulation of blood to your muscles, tendons and ligaments, warm-ups and stretching increases your body’s flexibility. Your lower body needs to be the focus of your own stretching exercises.

Maintain your confidence when you’re playing soccer. Success in soccer is really as much in your head as it is inside your feet. It is a mental game, and you also are more inclined to succeed in case you are confident an really believe it is possible to win. When you’re willing to go on a shot, be confident you’ll succeed as an alternative to worrying about missing.

Now, you know how to increase your abilities. You should always make an effort to get better at soccer and exercise what you’ve learned when you can. Practice with friends and also by your lonesome, and soon you’ll become a great player on the winning team

from Living Water Freedivers Inc http://livingwaterfreedivers.org/enjoy-soccer-more-by-using-these-tips-2/

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Horoscope - Jan 15 2017

Aries Horoscope

(Mar 21 – Apr 19)

Responsibilities seem to keep piling up and they won't go away until you decide to face them once and for all. Nevertheless, you're distracted by your fantasies and might try to cleverly delay your obligations a little while longer. Unfortunately, this tactic of procrastination will likely backfire today; it makes more sense to bite the bullet and resign yourself to a day of karmic catch-up. For now, heed the words of author Peter Drucker: "Never mind your happiness; do your duty."

Taurus Horoscope

(Apr 20 – May 20)

You are looking at the world through a very practical lens today, motivating you to find satisfaction by achieving substantial results. People may marvel at your positive attitude because they know they would complain if they had your row to hoe. But you're willing, even eager, to do whatever it takes if your work influences your peers to shine their lights in the darkness. Applying your creativity for the good of all makes your heart smile and inspires others to follow in your footsteps.

Gemini Horoscope

(May 21 – Jun 20)

Sometimes spending the day at home is a way to escape from the real world. But there are plenty of projects to finish and you're happy to have the breathing room to tie up loose ends. Mundane household chores are at the top of your to-do list. Oddly enough, focusing on physical activities frees your mind to meander in your daydreams. If you concentrate on one thing at a time, you will be amazed by how much you can accomplish with a short burst of willpower. Channel your energy constructively and your productivity will increase dramatically.

Cancer Horoscope

(Jun 21 – Jul 22)

You like the idea of free-floating through the day without anything on your schedule. Nevertheless, creating an agenda enables you to make the most of your time. It may seem counter-intuitive to allocate space on your calendar for rest and recreation, but it's wise to relinquish your resistance to organizing everything in advance. Even if you deviate from your initial arrangement, planning in advance gives you the widest range of choices. Prepare for the road ahead, even if it's just leading to the playground or the couch.

Leo Horoscope

(Jul 23 – Aug 22)

You have a hundred different money-making ideas running around in your head, but turning any one item into tangible income is an entirely different story. Unfortunately, the gulf between your fertile imagination and boring reality seems too wide to cross today. Nevertheless, building bridges between the present moment and your future aspirations starts with a thought. As Gloria Steinem correctly noted, "Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning."

Virgo Horoscope

(Aug 23 – Sep 22)

You long for consistency but it is elusive today, nonetheless. Your efforts to stabilize your emotions only adds energy to their uncertainty. Nearly everything in your world seems to be in flux while the evocative Moon is camping out in your sign. It can be tiring to keep up with your never-ending mood swings now, but even more exhausting if you try to control them. Tides change, feelings change, perspectives change. It's part of the natural process; take a deep breath and just go with the flow.

Libra Horoscope

(Sep 23 – Oct 22)

You are a closet list-maker today, and will jump through hoops to prevent others from discovering your secret. Of course, there's nothing wrong with enumerating what you want, but your heart is set on showing everyone how much you're willing to compromise. You don't want to come across as controlling, so you might pretend you aren't attached to a particular outcome now. Paradoxically, your suppression of your real intentions is transparently obvious. The more you mask your need to have it your way, the more others will resist your ideas. Ben Franklin wrote, "Honesty is the best policy."

Scorpio Horoscope

(Oct 23 – Nov 21)

You can see where your current path leads into the future and you're driven to modify it so it will take you exactly where you want to go. However, you might not possess as much accuracy as you wish and today's actions could profoundly impact your trajectory unless you consider all of your options first. Think twice and then think again; your impulsive changes have as-of-yet unseen consequences. Orator William Jennings Bryan said, "Destiny is not a matter of chance. It is a matter of choice."

Sagittarius Horoscope

(Nov 22 – Dec 21)

You might get so hung up on the logistics of your plans today that you end up missing your opportunity to put them into motion. You are engaging in a familiar dance between using a telescope to aim at the distant horizon and a microscope to focus on the minutiae. Your current inclination is to handle all the details first, but you may grow frustrated when you keep slipping into daydreams and lose touch with your goals. President Barack Obama advises, "If you're walking down the right path and you're willing to keep walking, eventually you'll make progress."

Capricorn Horoscope

(Dec 22 – Jan 19)

Your current idealism is like an itch that won't go away. Try as you might, making a practical plan is a real struggle today because your thoughts keep drifting toward chivalrous goals like protecting the environment or feeding the poor. However, your real problem isn't your altruism; it's about scale. Instead of trying to save the entire planet, start in your local community. Margaret Mead wrote, "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."

Aquarius Horoscope

(Jan 20 – Feb 18)

Logic enables you to only get so far as you try to navigate your way through complex relationship dynamics today. Your emotions are warping your perspective and you realize that objectivity is nowhere to be found now. However, you don't know how to start a conversation about a subject that's a mystery to you. Fortunately, the moment is rife with opportunities to grow and learn more about your feelings. However, it takes courage to admit if you're floundering. Author James Thurber wrote, "It is better to ask some of the questions than to know all of the answers."

Pisces Horoscope

(Feb 19 – Mar 20)

You may find yourself in an awkward position if people think you have more information in your possession than you do now. They could demand specific details all they want today, but your feelings don't easily fit into words. It might seem as if others are leaning on you to manage their own discomfort with uncertainty. However, you can't squeeze water out of a stone and you just don't have a simple solution to give anyone. Shakespeare wrote, "Expectation is the root of all heartache."

Source : Rick Levine

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