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emo-and-confused · 4 years ago

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Headcannons based on @cb28 ‘s “ceo of many hotels tommy and hotel receptionist tubbo” au art (includes dysfunctional sleepy bois) (awesamdad)

-techno, wilbur, and tommy are phil’s kids

-(the three kids are adopted, techno was adopted when he was five, wilbur was adopted when he was four, and tommy was adopted when he was seven)

-techno is older than wilbur by two years and wilbur is older than tommy by eight years

-phil is this rich businessman. techno is some powerful leader. wilbur is a famous songwriter.

-then tommy owns a hotel

-he's still like 16/17 but he owns and manages it

-techno is the oldest therefore favorite and heir to whatever money and property phil owns

-tommy is least favorite. phil ignored him.

-then one day phil just gave him money and said "stop being a disappointment" so he started his hotel at 15

tommy: i’m going to build a hotel in rage

-then best friend tubbo who works there and is nice to tommy

phil: oh, theseus, my son. come, i was just telling my companions about your ho- who is that?

tommy: this is tubbo.

tubbo: hello :)

-wilbur being the normal brother and treating him like a normal person and taking him and tubbo to hang out and be kids

wilbur: tommy, let’s go get ice cream

tommy: wilbur, ive got things to do, paper work and, and shippments and-

wilbur: tommy.

tommy:

wilbur: let’s go. bring tubbo.

-tommy feels like he has to prove something to phil

-he also feels like he might be able to earn attention from him. that if he works hard enough phil will be proud of him

-wilbur’s music is what makes phil pay attention to him, but when he was a kid phil said his music was never going to be a stable source of income and actively encouraged other future job choices. this only made wilbur more focused on his music

-both tommy and wilbur feel the need to prove themselves

-tommy meets sam when starting up his hotel, and immediately gets attached

-sam is basically his guide, even after building the hotel. sam saw the child and went “yeah he needs parental guidance” and continued to stay in contact with tommy

-tommy is the one who gives sam the creeper mask. because sam is always working on construction and stuff and he's always inhaling debris and tommy likes minecraft so he gives it to him. sam adores it and wears it all the time.

-tommy totally calls him sam nook

sam: hey tommy! just building your hotel. i do need some more things for construction though... could you ship them over to me?

tommy: y'know this reminds me of a game my brother made me play over the holidays...

sam: ... uh,,,, what?

tommy: animal crossing! that's it. you're totally tom nook.

sam: alright, tommy.

-[over emails]

]Mr. Danger Careful Innit,

Could you supply more building materials?

Sincerely, Sam Nook

]Mr. Samuel Nook,

sure.

Sincerely, Tommy

-sam gets a very official hand written contract (the same one as the lore)

-he gets it and just goes with it (there’s a more real contract but tommy values his handwritten one more)

-sam signing it and tommy cheering and immediately going to text phil

sam: and... there you go! signed. :)

tommy: really??? ... YES!!! LETS GO!!! (calls phil and tells him)

-then tommy hanging up and smiling, then looking back over to sam.

tommmy: (clears his throat) um. my apologies. that was very unprofessional. thank you very much, sam.

-tubbo is the receptionist for the main hotel in the chain, (the one tommy is constantly at) but he basically becomes sort of a manager

-tommy sends him off to do multiple jobs throughout the day, and tubbo does them with only little complaint

tubbo: you know i’m not room service right?

tommy: i don’t remember asking

tubbo, already holding the room order: this isn’t my job tho-

tommy: and yet here you are, doing the job

-tommy pays him more than everyone else though, but tubbo doesn’t know that because tommy won’t let him see the usual staff paycheck

-tubbo is half a year older but his parents are constantly away on buisness trips so he is often home alone and has to take care of himself

-tommy is not good with showing his affection, the only one in his family to do so was wilbur. phil just kind of threw money at him on holidays and ignored him the rest of the time, and while techno was a lot more attentive to him, he wasn’t the best at affection either

-when tommy started making money with the hotel, (how very successful hotel chain), to show tubbo he cared he just started offering to buy him things

tommy, upon finding out tubbo likes bees: you know i could buy you a bee sanctuary if you’d like?

tubbo: tommy no-

-tubbo teaches him that money isn’t the only form of showing you care. it’s a long process

tommy: so you’re saying i shouldn’t buy sam a private engineering lab for his birthday?

tubbo: i know for a fact sam wouldn’t know how to accept such a gift and that he’d rather you close the hotel for a day and take him to play laser tag

tommy: ...okay but what if i do that and buy him a private engineering lab?

tubbo:

-the dream team are bell hoppers.

-tommy gets hate for being that young and successful

-the dream team are like “stfu i'm proud to be working for a very successful 16 yo how dare you" and go off on every rich person who says something about tommy’s age

they're still streamers. they just don't tell tommy. (tommy totally knows tho, he’s a 16 year old kid who plays minecraft and animal crossing, ofc he knows they’re video game streamers)

dream: hey tommy-

tommy: yes? is there a reason you're barging into my office?

dream: .. is that... animal crossing music? are you playing on a switch?

tommy: no!! i'm signing very important and legal documents!!! if you have nothing to say, get out!!

dream, to sapnap and george: he’s totally playing animal crossing.

-tommy makes them greet people at the doors and carry peoples bags purely because they’re famous. they don’t know this though

-they don't think tommy knows. tommy and tubbo think it’s hilarious. tommy hints it all the time that he knows but they just think he's being a kid

-quackity is on sam’s building/contracting team

-even after the hotel is built, q comes in to "check up" on the building with sam. and they "make sure nothing is going wrong with the building"

-they really just want to make sure tommy is okay under so much pressure

-wilbur totally has tubbo’s schedule and knows when tubbo’s on break, he can usually be found with tommy in tommy’s office

-wilbur will just barge in and be like “okay let’s go, you need a break”

-one time wilbur came in while sam and quackity were there

wilbur, barging in: kay, tommy, tubbo, let’s-

sam, mid lecture with tommy: you can’t keep doing this!

quackity, also scolding: you need to take a break, man.

tubbo, who noticed wilbur come in: wil! tell tommy he needs to go to bed and sleep! he hasn’t slept in twenty seven hours!

tommy, from his desk, with his head in his hands and leaning over paper work: i’m being ganged up on.

-wilbur instantly likes sam and quackity, because they care for his little brother (he totally has a rivalry with them though, he was there first, and tommy’s actual brother)

-the main hotel in the chain is sometimes used as an international meeting place for big companies and politicians

-more than once has phil or techno needed to stay for a few nights due to major meetings with powerful people

-it’s kind of awkward sometimes because tommy’s the hotel chain owner and since he’s based at the main hotel, he sometimes needs to greet the people going in for meetings

tommy: good afternoon, madam secretary

tommy: good afternoon, mister minister

tommy: good afternoon... *awkward cough* ...technoblade.

-or since he’s the ceo of a big name company, he sometimes has to attend big rich people galas that he hates

tommy: tubbo i literally hate these types of places, when can i leave, when am i allowed to to leave

tubbo, who is tommy’s plus one and moral support: dude i don’t know, i didn’t grow up rich

tommy, who grew up talking care of himself when wilbur wasn’t there: yeah well technically neither did i!

-and his father is a business man..

tommy, faking confidence and striding across the room: tubbo, i have no idea what i’m doing-

phil, from a table a few feet away, calling him over: theseus!

tommy, slowly turning around to see phil with a bunch of other rich people: fuckkkk-

-tommy makes sure everyone calls him tommy and not theseus

[in an interview]

interviewer: so theseus-

tommy: it's tommy.

interviewer: ... alright, tommy. would you like to address the rumors going around of your boyfriend?

tommy: huh??? oh, you mean tubbo? no, we're just best friends. and that's weird. i'm a minor.

interviewer: are you gay, though? we've never seen you date any women.

tommy: no, i do date women! all the time!!

-tommy being legally named "theseus watson" but calling himself "tommy innit"

-wilbur is legally “wilbur watson” but only ever goes by his stage name “wilbur soot”

-they both totally end up changing their names. legally.

-tommy saying i hate men because he just hates his father

-tommy getting scandals and controversies all the time but just by the upper class

-everyone else loves and adores him and knows he's literally just a 16 yo kid so that kind of stuff is a joke and he can say that without getting in trouble

-tommy will be in his office and tubbo will be at the front desk and sometimes tommy will just yell “TUBBOOOOO HELP MEEEEE” if his laptop crashes because Tubbo Tech

tommy: [during a meeting] oh, tubbo's clocked in for work.... TUBBOOO!

tommy: he's gonna come in here. surely. he'll go "hellœ?" surely. he'll walk in here...

tubbo: [walks in the room] hellœ?

-phil still has no idea who tubbo is

wilbur: yeah, i’m going to go check on tommy and tubbo

phil: ..the receptionist?

wilbur: ...

wilbur, internally: also your sons best friend but yeah sure, the receptionist.

-techno is lowkey fond of tubbo

-techno notices how tommy is clinging to tubbo at parties and galas all the time so he tries to get tommy to talk about him

-he likes that tubbo is there for tommy and totally resonates with the chaotic energy the two create

-sometimes when tommy can’t get tubbo in to the parties/galas, and techno is there, tommy will hang around him and steal his things

-like taking his wallet so techno will have to go back to the hotel afterwards and visit tommy

-he does it for attention.

-tommy lives at the hotel. it’s not technically legal cause he wasn’t emancipated from his family and he’s only 16 but they’re rich so people don’t really say anything

-technically he still has a room at phil’s place, but he stays in a room at the hotel. when designing the place, he made sure to map out an area for his living space

-tubbo takes naps in his room

tubbo: i'm gonna go take a nap in the break room

quackity: there is no break room??

tubbo: yea there is. on the top floor. with the giant door.

quackity:... isn't that tommy's room???

-tubbo sometimes stays the night with tommy, when his parents have been on a business trip for over two weeks. he still goes to in-person school so he usually only stays on weekends during the school year

-tommy does online school, and forces himself to get his schoolwork for the week done over the weekend so he can focus on the hotel and other responsibilities

-he fakes having the “lmao i'm better and have more money also you don't play minecraft" mentality towards other kids and claims that’s why he does online

-it’s actually because he doesn’t have time to balance everything and he was bullied in the past so he switched to online school as soon as he started his hotel

-sometimes tubbo helps him with his classes tommy is overworked. like, in his off time. he has the passwords to tommy's computer so he just goes on it and does some of his school work

-tommy ranting to tubbo about how he hates his dad and how he said phil was gonna visit him the next day

-phil arriving and asking tubbo (because he's the receptionist) where tommy is. tubbo saying he doesn't know and that he left. even though tommy is literally in his room

-phil tries. he just doesn’t know how to parent. techno was 17 and wilbur was 15 when he adopted tommy, and he just got busy enough and forgot how to take care of a child

-tommy knows if he talks to phil, it’ll be awkward and phil will just try and buy him off (not intentionally, it’s just how business men be working, yknow)

-tommy just wants to prove himself, to both himself and phil. and hes using his hotel to do that

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fanart that was posted with @cb28 ‘s work

(i got permission to post this)

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit headcanon #tommyinnit headcannon #clingy duo #mcyt au #hotel au #sleepy bois #dysfunctional sleepy bois #mcytblr

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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 4 years ago

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Ishqbaaz Liveblog, E5: Devi Maiyya Working Overtime for Shivika to Happen

Previously: E4 “Anyone between 40-59 is shit”

No big note here, except that I am still enjoying Ishqbaaz! I love the long gazes, the bros chilling, Anika being a badass and my desi self enjoying this like anything.

Ab, enjoy the liveblog:

Episode 5 “Devi Maiyya Working Overtime for Shivika to Happen”

- Ewww Pinky here.

- Tia? Who’s she?

- Pinky is so happy, over interest in beta ka chakkar.

- Lady Baba? Lol, RUDY YOU ARE AMAZING. You call Tia that?Good, Shivaay told his bro to respect Tia.

- Rudy: Respected Lady Baba! Okay so Shiaay just accepted he loves Tia. Hmm.

- LOL RUDY IS… HILARIOUS!

- Ok so Rudy is about Nibba Nibbi waala pyaar and Omkara is all about Dhadkan waala pyaar.

- Shivaay, lineage class bloodline aren’t qualities. Lol, Shivaay clarified that Tia gives space and stuff. So great.

- Ohhhh… there’s a 1500 crore deal with their relationship - actually happens in big families.

- Omkara wishing bro gets real love.

- Lolllll RUDY HOPING SHIVAAY FALLS IN LOVE PRE-WEDDING OTHERWISE IT COULD CAUSE COMPLICATIONS!

- Dadi, what mystery call are you doing?

- Baapre, Dadi got enough shock to get a heart attack. I have an inkling that with every other episode the IB people just give a heart attack to Dadi.

- Dadi why are you surprised that they said lie, especially after taking Ram’s kasam. You have over estimated your sanskaar.

- People overestimate children, you overestimated your teachings.

- Poor Anika. Trauma from the death of her parents and (death?) of her younger sis.

- oK MY HEART IS BREAKING HOW OLDER ANIKA SNUGGLES UP TO SAHIL.

- “Why fear something that even fireflies can defeat (darkness).” MY HEART MELTED.

- Side note: She’s middle classed so how is her room so big!!!!! Yaar mujhe bhi aise hi middle class hona hai.

- Of course, Shivaay and Anika are on the same road.

- This Shivaay and Anika ka milaap ke liye Devi Maiyya is working on overdrive. I pity her, Devi Maiyya has lost all her time and sleep in making impossible happen - ArShi, ShivIka, RiKara - can’t these humans do anything for themselves.

- OH GOD HE WILL RUN OVER HER. AND ANIKA DON’T FIX YOUR SHOE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.

- ANIKA LOOK BEHIND YOU

- Shivaay pulling a Singham! Didn’t know he was Ajay Devgn fan.

- What car swerve, Rohit Shetty will be proud of you.

- Nice suit Shivaay.

- Ok, Anika and Shivaay’s banter is hilarious.

- “You had to find my car to die?” “Excuse me, I’m middle classed. I will find a middle classed way to die - such as under a local train” *Monisha Sarabhai clapping and whistling from the other end of Cuffe Parade*

- Ah, 2 crores car. This reminds me;

- Oh main nikla, gaddi leke, Oh sarak pe, Anika lane pe, Jo mod main liya, Uske pas dil chor aaya.

- Rudy will be proud of me.

- Meanwhile, Arnav and Khushi’s alter egos - Shivaay and Anika bicker about aukaad and all. Do all these heroes go to the same school?

- How come they all have the same homework! *cheater*

- Anika’s shock on a 2 crore car is me, I hate LUXURY ITEMS. Faltu ka kharcha!

- Ok Anika is SMART. Why not use the 2 crores to start a business instead - great idea.

- Lol she thought dialogue is over and muttered “if not for being Priyanka’s bro” and FINALLY SOMEONE ADDRESSED THE DRAMATIC ENTRY OF A 4LION HERO.

- WHO RANDOMLY APPEARS

“KI AAP BHOOT KI TARHA ENTRY KYUN MAARTE HAIN!”

- Rudy, you don’t know how it feels to give half completed art of someone without telling the other person. Ah, no wonder Om is sweetly beating up his bro.

- Dadi again in #merebetefeelz

- Oh no Dadi don’t go in the i-won’t-tell-them-truth-cause-they’re-so-happy. IT NEVER WORKS! DID YOU NOT SEE IPK! DEKHA WHAT HAPPENED WHEN KHUSHI HID SHYAM’S TRUTH? WHEN PAYAL HID SHYAM’S TRUTH? WHEN ARNAV LATER HID SHYAM’S TRUTH…

- Wait 70% of all problems came with everyone hiding Shyam’s truth?

- Rudy is asking important questions, why is Shivaay marrying Lady Baba urf Tia. Lol, Rudy is roasting Tia like hell. #rudyroasts Om agrees! Arrey, Mr. Shayar strikes again.

- Ok Om, Arnav would disagree - saudaa is also relationship. Sauda is a relationship.

- Wah, here Om talks about how the woman for Shivaay should be of his ‘takkar’ and boom we’re cut to Shivaay and Anika. I must say, this show lives and breathes on foreshadowing. Matlab subtlety jaye ghaas lene.

- Ok I love Anika’s throwbacks to every iconic male lead dialogue.

- “Pray you don’t see Shivaay Singh Oberoi’s anger” - SSO

- “Dude, wtf do you think you are?” - Anika

- LOL Anika is going to test the power of Shivaay’s name with bulls - apparently the world doesn’t stop for Shivaay! Ok I’m loving this way too much.

- Ok Shivaay shut up, don’t go to Anika’s parents.

- LOL ANIKA THREW SHIT SHIVAAY’S CAR BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT SHIVAAY SPOKE CRAP.

- OH WHAT A SENTENCE I CRAFTED.

- Om and Dadi and Rudy sitting and chatting about Shivaay. Is this the audience? Dadi has two jobs - clarify Shivaay’s stance and oversell him to the audience, or just foreshadow things in Shivaay’s life.

- Shivaay, you flexer! But what a flex.

- Anika legit challenged him if he could fly above a landslide.

- Turns out he can.

- Ok WHY IS OH JAANA PLAYING? I DON’T GET IT. WHEN YOU DO THIS I DON’T UNDERSTAND IF THIS IS SHOW TELLING US YO THESE TWO GONNA DO THE DEED ONE DAY OR TELLING US IF THE CHARACTERS FEEL A SPARK…

- Just noticed, Shivaay is a bit of an awkward teen around Anika.

- Ok we come to this show’s Sim and Pam.

- Hello Lady Baba.

- OMG DIA FROM MJHT!!!!!!! MERI DIA!!!!! HULCHUL HO DIL MAIN MILEY HAB HUM TUM!!!

- She’s Tia from Dia? Lol.

- Oh I just realised that I have a shirt just like Anika’s.

- OH GOD Devi Maiyya WORKING SO HARD TO GET SHIVAAY AND ANIKA TOGETHER. ANIKA HAD TO DELIVER FOOD AT TIA’S PLACE!

- Devi Maiyya be like:

- Wah, despite using a helicopter babua arrived later than Anika at Tia’s place.

- I’m sometimes confused by the bg musics the show chooses.

- Hahaha Shivaay is stuck seeing Anika.

- Ok has Nakuul been instructed to take his sunglasses off in just one way.

- Haha Anika dancing so cutely in the bg, OK SEE NOW I DON’T KNOW IF SHIVAAY LIKES HER CRAZY DAN—

- OH WAIT WHENEVER HE DOES THAT LITTLE TEEN HAIR THING IT MEANS HE’S ATTRACTED TO WHAT HE SEES BUT IS A BIT DOOFUS TO GET THAT. LOL

I cannot wait to see what happens next! No big footnote either cause finger cut but the lb was prewritten and it’s one of my biggest source if joy as of now, lol. AND I LOVE YOU’RE ALL KE NOTES!!!

See you soon,

- JWB

Next up: E6 “Rudy takes over Devi Maiyya’s shipping duties”

#ib #ishqbaaz #ishqbaaz liveblog #tere liye ttji #fun times #shivaay is an awkward teen

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natsukitakama · 5 years ago

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Headcanon : Dick Grayson being a dad

Author note : I can’t explain why but I am sucker for Domestic Headcanon, hope you will enjoy it. Like my other headcanon is based on the event of Titans show and could be considered as a sequel to this headcanon.

Warning : slight spoiler / nothing but fluff I am sucker for domestic headcanon LMAO.

I do not the gif credit(s) to the owner

First of all : Dick Grayson never saw himself as a dad

Sure he has a thing for child in distress and he already prove how good he was with children

Plus we know thanks to Rachel’s dad : He used to dream about having a family

But with everything happen : Deathstroke, Donna, Jerrircho… He started to questionnate his personality and ability as human being. Basically he started to be afraid he won’t be a good leader, a good father, a good partner.

He felt self-concisous about himself : he nearly lose Jerricho and Garp they were under his responsibility and yet he failed

Or he was about to

Fortunately he got his shit together

So your relationship didn’t get hurt as much as it could : Dick tried to push you away from him but you know better, it was just his way to protect you from him and everything.

So after a huge fight between you two : He finally confessed about how much you mean to him and ho much he cared for you, you did the same you told him you loved him and there is no one you would share your life but him

After this you became closer to each other

And what should happen, happened : you get married to the only man you wanted to share your life.

Everyone was so excited and happy : it was like your wedding help everyone to forget their issues

5 months after your wedding you got pregnant

9 months after you gave birth to a gorgeous daughter

Dick named her after his mum’s names

You two decided Kory will do an awesome godmother (She will)

During the whole pregnancy, Dick felt different stages : First he was S U P E R afraid I mean we’re talking about a baby HIS baby, his very first baby. Yeah, he was good with children but he never experienced baby : how’s that work anyway ? Could he manage it ? Was he going to lose you ? Could Alfred help him with that ? Then after a long conversation with him a got super confident, I mean he is around children all the time you were there, Kory was there everyone were there with him there no way he’ll fail as a parent right ? Those two stages switch like week by week. It was getting difficult for you : not because of the pregnancy but because you had to deal with an overwhelming husband. But he got fine eventually.

What I am going to say is obvious but I had to say this : Dick is an overprotective daddy

Especially because he got an adorable little princess : HIS little princess

She got him around a finger : there literally nothing he won’t do for her

You teased him so much about « Annw look at this who‘s got wrap around her little finger ? »

He is overprotective dad but not too much I mean : He’ll learn her to deal with pain, like not crying when she fell on the floor not because it’s being weak but because it’s alright there nothing to be afraid of. He’ll teach her to be obedient but don’t be afraid to ask when something doesn’t feel right to her. She’ll be fair with people and basically a very open-minded girl. He did everything on his power so his daughter will become an awesome adult.

That didn’t mean he won’t kiss ass if someone dare to put a finger on his daughter : she is his treasure no one could touch her

At first he was a bit awkward when it came to play with her : especially when she was a little girl, she used to ask him have tea with him. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to play with her but he could be socially awkward, nonetheless he did his best to be the best dad of the world.

You on the other hand felt so lucky to have such an amazing husband : He is the one who dealt with midnight baby’s bottle, singing lullaby when she had a nightmare or checked if a monster was under her bed. He is a truly helpful husband

Got skill at changing baby’s nappies too

The first time he went to a park with his daughter : he got surround by single mums I mean the man is really handsome but picture him with a 1 yo little girl around his arm ? See it’s absolutely lovely.

Oh man he felt so awkward like « yeah s’cuse me I am here for my daughter … »

Sitting, he couldn’t stop watching the whole park just to be sure his daughter was 100% Safe : People called him « ParkPD »

He did the same while shopping : he never left the shop without buying something for his daughter

She might be spoiled but she isn’t materialist

Always bought some cute pajamas like teddy pajamas

He is sucker for baby’s laugh : it became his favorite sound

Seriously he can do anything to her giggle

The first time he had to let her go to school : broke him. He was getting used to have her all around and now she will be far from him for a days.

Basically he did anything to deplay her first day at school.

« If you don’t feel ready (your daughter ’s name) just let me know » « Dick seriously she is 3 years old she is ready ! » « we can’t be 100% sure I-I won’t be there to check... »

Liar. Since her first day at school he always took time to check on her during her playtime. And if couldn’t be here because he is busy doing his Titans thing or police work, someone will definetly check on her probably Kory or Rachel / Gar’

Sometimes you got jealous about how close he is with his daughter : they got a lot of moments together

Of course you were close to her too

He took him time but he decided to introduce his daughter to Bruce : he wasn’t sure if Batman should be a part of his life of your life. But then you remember him about everything Bruce did for him and how well his relationship was with him now, dick didn’t want to lose that.

Both of you were surprised to see Bruce with a baby, turns out he was good with them almost like a grandpa.

Bruce got her some t-shirt with his logo on it, he thought it was a great gift

Your daughter got a tiny bat as a teddy it became her favorite

Because of his past, he is always afraid he might lose his daughter so time to time when he felt down : you were here by his side telling him to relax and enjoy the present she’ll grown up super fast and become a women eventually.

He did as you told : he couldn’t be more thankful. He was married to you, he felt so lucky to have you with him. You got him a beautiful daughter such an awesome princess. He couldn’t be more happy.

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vivalavi-daa · 5 years ago

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Fav 2019 K-Dramas

2019 blessed us with many intriguing kdramas with unique stories, don’t you think? I’m bored during quarantine and decided to post this. Anyways, here are my favs:

1. Vagabond

There, this picture says it all: this drama is fast paced, SO intense, and on fire. I love every minute of it! Vagabond is different than another k-dramas. I’m not lying when I say this drama literally makes me cry and scream. Sometimes I even had to pause in the middle of episode just to catch my breath lol. The plot is so well written and full of unpredictable storylines (which is what I love the most about Vagabond–that every episode always has a way to surprises me). Although, many viewers disappointed with how they ended Vagabond with a cliffhanger. I, too, really hope they consider making the second season to satisfy our curiosities. But either way, I don’t regret watching this drama. Not at all. Because this drama is too amazing

2. When the Camellia Blooms

Unlike majority of romance k-dramas, this drama’s love story is centered around a young woman who raises her child on her own. I gotta say, this is one high quality k-drama. I could even judge it from its lovely opening video. Every episode always has meaningful messages behind it. The storylines are rich and presented in such a way that makes viewers immersed in the stories and emphatize with the characters. First, they make us understand Dongbaek’s dark past and her struggle as a single parent, then they make us emphatize with Dongbaek’s son who grow up without a dad figure. We also get to see the perspectives of her mom & Yong Sik (the lead guy)’s mom as mothers, the issues faced by side characters, and conflicts that arise from triangle love story. In addition, they also involved mistery of murderer in the stories! Can you believe how many of these can we swallow in one drama? One time this drama is heartbreaking, then it’s heartwarming, another time it gets super dark.

Also, what I find many viewers love from this drama is how Yong Sik cherishes Dongbaek and love her for what she is, which is why I concluded this drama is perfect for woman who feels insecure. Why? Because with the way Yong Sik endlessly convinces Dongbaek, he reminds us that every woman is good enough, deserves to feel loved and receive happiness. And I love him for that.

3. Her Private Life

There is a reason why people said this is the perfect kdrama for fangirl, since the story is told from the perspective of a die hard fan (Sung Deok Mi). Those who have experienced being fangirls know how well this drama represent fangirls’ life: what fangirls do, and how fangirling affects our lives. It’s all displayed in such fun atmosphere that it’d give you good feelings while watching it. Personally, I am attracted to its opening video. It’s really catchy and reflect the fun vibes of Her Private Life. I really recommend this drama if you want to lift your mood.

But on top of that, Sung Deok Mi’s relationship with Ryan Gold is the major part of why I highly appreciate this drama!! Their relationship is unlike any relationship I’ve ever seen before. They’re very mature, respect each others’ dreams and what each other loves, always resolve conflicts through discussion. They portray the definition of a healthy relationship and I really admire that.

4. Extraordinary You

The word extraordinary isn’t used in the title for no reasons. The storylines are, indeed, extraordinary. It is a mix of comedy, high school romance, star crossed soulmates, fantasy, mistery, comedy and a glimpse of stories in historical settings at the same time. Thus, it’s not exaggerating when fans said “you don’t have to look for specific dramas, you can get it all here”.

The actors & actresses’ acting skills are superb and we can find so many funny & relatable lines here. But one of the best things about Extraordinary You is they place the second leads in the center of spotlight! Finally nice second leads get the justice they deserve. They portrayed how lead guy who’s rude and feels entitled to have his crush doesn’t have the slightest chance of capturing the woman’s heart. Instead, the nice second leads who show respects and always put the woman’s desire before his own are what woman find attractive. I highly praise this drama for that.

5. Crash Landing on You

In 2019, we encounter many dramas with unique synopsis, including this one: a relationship between a North guy and a South woman. I have no doubt in Son Ye Jin and Hyun Bin’s chemistry since the beginning. Their incredible chemisty makes every romance scenes look even more sweet and pure and sometimes cute. Although I wasn’t really engaged with the first two episodes, the next episodes gets more appealing and satisfying. It’s nice to see the progress of both lead characters’ development and how they help each other overcome their issues. Aside from Se Ri (Son Ye Jin)’s relationship with Jeong Hyeok (Hyun Bin), her relationship with the North soldiers and neighboors at millitary village are pretty adorable. Their interaction always give me warm fuzzy feelings and they’re what I miss the most from this drama honestly.

6. One Spring Night

If you love Something in the Rain, I’m sure you’ll love this one too since both are the works from the same director. It has similiar atmospheres and similiar soundtracks vibes (both have really beautiful soundtracks by the way). Like Dongbaek from When the Camellia Blooms, the lead guy in this drama (Yoo Ji Ho) is also a single parent. I agree with fans saying this isn’t the kind of drama for everyone. This is more like slice of life and they aren’t in a rush to throw in conflicts as well as its resolution and I love it that way. Through this, they made it possible for us to process our emotions while the conflicts are presented.

The stories are also realistic: the issue experienced by the lead guy as a single parent, issue that’s arised from triangle love story, how pride and status mean for men, also a glimpse of abusive relationship, and the heartwarming sisterhood. And if we look closely, we could see how they tried to portray the influence of culture in the family and in the way they resolve a conflict.

7. Catch the Ghost

I thought the ghost from the title refers to an actual ghost but thank god it’s not. Here, ghost is a nickname for a criminal–the villain of the drama. Even when the story centered around the same villain from the firat until the last eps, but I wasn’t bored at all watching this. In fact, it is what made me engage with the stories and made me continue watching the next eps although I had assignments to do 😅. It’s just so, so exciting to watch. The stories are dark, sad, but funny at times. However, some viewers (including me) found the lead woman (Yoo Reung) annoying at first because of her selfishness. But I promise it’s still worth to watch because in the later eps, you’ll understand why she is the way she is which makes it easier to tolerate and even emphatize with her. She’s actually lovable, and her relationship with the lead guy (Ko Ji Seok) is really cute! In fact, Ko Ji Seok is one of my fav characters in kdrama land!

8. Class of Lies

You know, I always love kdramas with unpredictable storylines. Just like what this drama has. I know the settings are set in high school but it is waaay too dark for a high school story. You can even see it from the picture that it has gloomy vibes. I thought it’s the typical high school kdrama about bullies or corruption but it’s truly exceeds my expectation. From the first episode, I already saw the potential of this drama and already hooked with the misteries. I felt so tense throughout watching the entire drama. I kept clicking the next eps to find out if things are getting better and if there is any clue to the misteries here. But I swear everytime I thought I figure something out, this drama always has surprises to give. So brilliant. I stan.

9. At Eighteen

We could tell from the title that this drama must be related to the dynamic life of 18 years old teenagers. Considering this is the age where we explore ourselves, this drama portrayed how different teens could have different issues to face: trying to fit in at school, stand up against bullies, trying to be in top tier at school, trying to get good grades whether it’s to get into reputable colleges or to meet parents’ high expectation, trying to experience romance, AND exploring sexual orientation (actually this is the first kdrama i’ve watched that portrayed gay issues so I was like wow??). So, the stories aren’t only focused on the main characters, but the side characters too. Though I really adore the main guy in this drama: Choi Jun Woo. I even made an essay about why I think he’s an ideal guy lol. If you’re interested, here you go

Not only does this drama describe the issues faced by 18 yo students, but also the struggles faced by the teacher. It shows us how teachers can feel nervous too whenever he’s about to teach or deal with the students, how certain teachers care about the wellbeings of their students, not just care about their grades. I appreciate that from the drama, really, I do. This drama is calm, heartwarming, and meaningful.

10. Love Alarm

Tried to watch it because of Kim So Hyun, and I quickly got invested in the stories. I like the futuristic theme in this drama. The idea of a Love Alarm app itself is already interesting. Moreover, So Hyun has good chemistry with both guys. Though I don’t find both lead and second lead guys as my best type of guys, but I couldn’t stop watching it and I don’t regret watching it. Their lovestories are bittersweet which kept me looking forward for more. The last episode ended in cliffhanger though, typical Netflix series. If you don’t like uncertainty and want to watch this drama, I suggest you to wait until season 2 is released (yes, they announced there will be a season 2).

k-drama recommendation: 2/?

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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Weep Not For Roads Untraveled PT. 3

A Connor Kenway x Reader Story

Word Count: 2,216 Warnings: Explicit Language, Uses Of Time-Period Racism (Be advised), Violence

Author’s Note: I wondered how I was going to write this one, Shay showing up at the homestead, or him finding the reader in NY. I went for the latter. Enjoy! -Thorne

He wasn’t sure what was funnier, the fact that his wife looked like she was ready to bail into the tall grass or the fact that their children had been chanting Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho at the top of their lungs for the last two miles. He needed to be careful of the stories he told about their great-grandfather. “Have you tasted sour grapes (Y/N)? You have such a bitter look.” She turned her head, narrowing her eyes into a glare because she knew he was pushing her buttons to get a rise out of her. And though she loved the man with all her heart, she countered,

“Ratonhnhaké:ton, I love our children more than the world, but I’ll never understand how you managed to talk me into having three.” Before he could even laugh, a head poked around the side of the carriage and quipped,

“Don’t feel upset mother, we’ll grow out of it one day.” (Y/N) jerked into Connor’s side, frowning at her oldest son who wore a smirk.

“Haytham Kenway, what have I told you about doing that to me?” Though her tone was one of annoyance, he didn’t seem phased, simply sliding onto the bench beside her.

“I think you’ve told me not to do it, but you tell me a lot of things, so it’s a bit hard to remember.” She scowled at the boy while Connor chuckled and she crossed her arms over her chest, griping,

“I swear he gets this from you, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

“Me?” He sputtered. “He does not. We both know you are more impish. He gets that from you.” (Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’, and as they neared the city, Connor pulled the horses towards the stable. She and Haytham were the first off the carriage, moving to the doors to help his sisters out. The three of them stood side by side and she reached over, patting their heads.

“Haytham, Kaniehtí:io, Io:nhiòte, I have to go take care of some business before we go to the ship.” Her voice turned solemn, and though she wished she didn’t have to say it, she did anyway. “Stay next to raké:ni at all times, do not leave his side unless he tells you to.” Still young, her daughters stared with confused expressions, but Haytham knew better, nodding as he stood between them, taking their small hands in his.

“Don’t worry mother, I will protect them.” (Y/N) tried to smile, but managed a grimace at best, cupping his cheek with her hand.

“I know you will my sweet boy. If the worst comes, you take Kaniehtí:io and Io:nhiòte and you run as far away as you can, and you don’t stop until you’re on the Aquila.” She leaned over, pressing kisses to their foreheads before turning to Connor, murmuring, “Promise you’ll find me if anything happens.” He nodded and leaned over, pecking her lips.

“There is no need to worry Ehnita. I will keep them safe, as I always have.” Their children groaned mixtures of ewws and gross, causing them to laugh and (Y/N) pulled away, sparing them one last look before saying,

“I’ll meet you at the ship. I love you all.” They waved at her and she turned, heading into the city.

An Hour Later:

“I can’t thank you enough how much this means to me Sarah. These plans will be a big help to me and my husband.” The older woman smiled at her, laying a hand on her back.

“Think nothing of it (Y/N). You and Connor helped us a lot during and after the war. Besides, they’re only gathering dust just sitting on his desk.” (Y/N) nodded, stowing them into her pack.

“Yes, I’m sorry for your loss. Mister Franklin is still greatly missed in the scientific world.” Sarah smiled before waving her off and she hummed as she made her way to the docks. The schematics would be a great help to building more on the rifles at the homestead, especially since many of the recruits she taught tended to prefer long range stealth instead of up close and personal. The thought of them made her laugh as she imagined her husbands face when one of her recruits had no other instinct besides put distance between and shoot the enemy. (Y/N) chuckled and shook her head, nearing the docks, but stopped when she caught sight of a familiar child of hers roaming the market. A welling of anger rolled inside her and she snuck up behind him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“And this silk scarf? How much?” The man cocked an eyebrow looking down at him.

“Boy, where are your parents?” Haytham’s face pinched and he retorted,

“They’re on the ship. How much?” A sigh escaped the man but before he could speak, (Y/N) quipped,

“Expensive enough that you don’t need to be spending money without me or your father present.” The boy’s shoulders rose until they touched his ears and he spun around, seeing her glowering down at him.

“M-mother!” (Y/N) tossed a polite smile to the merchant before grabbing Haytham by the scruff of his neck, pulling him along. “I can explain!” She clenched her jaw, hissing,

“One rule Haytham. I had one rule. Do not leave your father’s side unless he tells you to.” She looked down at him, fury in her gaze. “Can you tell me where you’re not at?” He teetered from foot to foot, offering rather confidently,

“I’m definitely not at father’s side.” (Y/N) felt a humored laugh rise in her chest but she quickly turned it into a snort of anger.

“I am not in the mood for your sarcasms, young man.” She stopped moving, turning to face him. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be without your father or me? Haytham, you could’ve been killed.” His face pinched and he raised an arm.

“I’m not defenseless mother.” In the wake of his words, he flexed his wrist, and to her surprise, a hidden blade engaged from out of his sleeve. (Y/N) jerked forward, careful of the blade, and folded her son’s arm to his chest.

“Put that away now!” He did so, only to gape at her as she hissed, “Where in god’s name did you get that?! And why do you have it?!” Haytham shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I found it in the training room under the manor.”

“You’re not supposed to be going in there.”

“Antony let me in.” (Y/N) growled low in her throat, muttering,

“I’m gonna kill that Spaniard.” She pointed at him. “I am going to wring both of your necks when we get back to the homestead.” At that, Haytham took a step towards her, pressing a hand to his heart.

“I have a right to arm myself just like you and father! I’m eleven!” (Y/N) bent down, placing both of her hands on his shoulders, expressing,

“And we’ve trained you to defend yourself, but you are still a child.” He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “Haytham, there are people who would kill you simply because you looked at them the wrong way.” His mouth snapped shut, shock etching on his face. “There are many people here who do not like natives, or anything associated with them.” She reached up, cupping his cheeks, voice softening as she whispered, “Your father and I set our rules so harshly as we do because there are evil people in this world Haytham…and until you are old enough to properly protect yourself, there is a serious chance that you could find yourself at the wrong end of a blade simply because of the looks and blood you bear.” Shifting one of her hands, she wiped a tear that was sliding down his cheek.

“I’m sorry mother…I…I wasn’t thinking.” Her heart broke for her son and she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him.

“No…you have nothing to be sorry for…none of this is your fault.” She ran a hand through his long dark hair, murmuring, “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have had this discussion with you here…now is not the time nor place.” (Y/N) pulled back slightly, wiping his cheeks. “Come now sweetheart. No more tears. Let’s get back to the docks.” He nodded, hiccupping a little as he wiped his cheeks, and as they started again, she suddenly stopped, an unnerving feeling coming across the back of her neck. She spun, staring around to find the disturbance, and when she did, her eyes went wide. (Y/N) grabbed Haytham’s shoulders, directing him to the nearest alley.

“Mother?” He inquired. She shushed him, pointing down the path.

“Be quiet Haytham, we’re being followed.” She didn’t wish to frighten the boy, but she was desperate to get away from what was following her. As they turned a corner, she instantly stopped, yanking her son back to her chest, arm curling around his shoulders protectively as they group of men spread in front of them.

“Well…look what dropped into our little alley.” The ringleader sneered at Haytham. “A little savage,” he eyed (Y/N) lecherously. “and his mummy. Tasted the forest fruits, didn’t you?” (Y/N) gently pushed herself in front of Haytham, asserting,

“We’ve no quarrel with you. Let us pass.” The man started laughing, prompting the others around him to laugh to as he retorted,

“Quarrel? Oh no…we just want to have some fun with you.” She stood straight, shoulders squared and muttered,

“Haytham, listen very carefully.” He knew she couldn’t see him, but he nodded anyway, fear beginning to crawl under his skin. “Do you remember that sight your father and I were teaching you to use?” He couldn’t hide the shake in his voice as he whispered,

“Y-yes?” (Y/N) reached a hand back to him and he took it, wincing as she squeezed it tightly.

“I want you to use that sight right now. You turn around, and you run as fast as you can to the docks. Get your father.” Before he could respond, she shoved him, throwing herself into the group, yelling, “Go now Haytham!” His eyes went wide, but he obeyed, spinning on his heel to run to the docks. She wasn’t even out of her prime and she could already tell she was in deep trouble. She tried not to think about it as she blocked their attacks, sending back ones of her own, cursing herself for not at least arming herself with a knife before they left the homestead. Not that anyone could blame her; since the war had ended and their children being born, (Y/N) stayed at the homestead more often than she traveled. In such a protected location with new brotherhood recruits arriving every other day, she didn’t feel the need to arm herself all the time. A failed block allowed a fist into her cheek and she grunted as she hit the wall of the house. Instinct told her to fight, however she found her wrists being pinned to the wall, a hand curling around her throat; the ringleader got in her face and she resisted the urge to hurl as his foul breath crawled across her skin.

“You’ve got fight. I bet being a savage’s whore does that.” The men around him laughed and her blood boiled at the insult, not only for herself, but for Connor. She leaned forward and spat as hard as she could, glaring at him as he recoiled, wiping his eyes. “You bitch!” He backhanded her across the face, and she grunted as she felt the corner of her lip split. She spat bloodied saliva to the ground and looked back up at him, grunting when he grabbed her jaw, threatening, “You’re gonna pay for that.” A silver glint caught her eye and she realized he’d pulled a knife on her. (Y/N) shut her eyes, praying that her son had reached the docks and Connor. Believing that she was about to meet her end, she opened her eyes once more, warning,

“If you walk away now, you’ll have time to get out of the city before he starts tracking you down.” The men went silent, sharing glances between one another before they burst into laughter. She glared at them when all of the sudden a shot rang out, and with a stunned cry, she hit the ground, blood and brain splattered across her face. Her eyes widened at the ringleader laying on the ground across from her, face frozen in a mask of laughter as he bled out on the ground. Her eyes lifted to the older gentlemen holding up the second flintlock to the other men and he taunted,

“Unless you wanna end up like him, I suggest you run. Now.” Seeming as they realized they were up against someone stronger despite his age, the rest an off and he stowed the flintlock in his holster, walking over to her. (Y/N) steadied herself on one hand, taking the one he held out to her, allowing him to help her up. She stood, then gazed at him, quipping,

“Damn you’re old, old man.” He let out a laugh and though she felt the humor too, something she couldn’t describe coiled in her stomach and she added, “Hello father.” Shay offered her a small smile, replying,

“Hello daughter.”

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thebrokenblackman · 4 years ago

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KRS-One - “Ah Yeah!” Critical Analysis by Hakeem Ture

“If hip hop has the power to corrupt young minds, it also has the ability to uplift them.” - KRS-One

The musician is a natural master of vibration and emotion. Many musicians have been able to make us dance. Many have been able to draw on relatability because nobody is the only person like them in the world. Perhaps some have even made us cry or provided soundtracks for intimate moments. Only few musicians have taken on the task of socially and historically educating their listeners through their music.

Even fewer have been able to combine the mastery of teaching with mastery of rhythm. Those who do this become legends like; Nate King Cole, B.B. King, Nina Simone, Bob Marley, Chaka Khan and Fela Kuti’ and their influence lives throughout generations. In 1995 Krs-One released a self-titled album that came in the sunset of his reign. His career would mirror the sepia filter of the album cover.

This album had dominant auras of militancy and rebellion that Krs-One fans had not heard since Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded. Krs-One was able to both appease his day one fans and gain the younger generation of Hip Hoppers who were listening to artists such as: Nas, Redman,Das Efx, Tupac, and A Tribe Called Quest. The message and timing of this album may have been divine. Let us look at the historical events of the year(s) Krs-One was creating this album in. In 1994, the United States congress had successfully completed the first step of becoming fascist by Voting to Censure Dr. Khalid Muhammad, National Advisor of the Nation of Islam. Bill Clinton and Joe Biden led Democrats to pass the The Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act and effectively fueled the prison industrial complex. South Africa held it first election since intergrating with the apartheid government and Invisble Man author Ralph Ellison had passed. Hip Hop was the soul vehicle of expression to protest the genocide that had been going on and KRS One was one of its leaders. The youth looked toward this leader to deliver an album reflective of their mindstate and he delivered.

Imperative of a classic work of musical art, this album is composed of multiple great songs, but in my opinion the cornerstone song of the album is undeniably “Ah Yeah”. In this song he masterfully uses three 16 bar verses to empower and mobilize his listener much in the same way Dr. Khalid Muhammad did. This track starts with the establishment of an a capella warcry. He writes in response to western power’s having done such an incredible job destroying the rebel instinct that Afrikan people possess by publicly shaming our leaders and traditions. These lyrics are him trying to raise the psyche of a fallen warrior class and put revolt back in its holy place as opposed to the negative connotation that has been applied by the white power structure. He essentially made a chant-like hook with an underlying message of “This is your enemy, This is how to handle him, and THIS is okay”. The aim focuses on redirecting the accumulated anger of a traduced peoples that is often mistargeted toward self so that we may be collectively progresssive.

He bellows:

“Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown

Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around

Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!”

Then comes the establishment of an eerie bass line. This song structure is familiar to fans of his earlier work. It was what they were longing for. For a few albums he took the perspective of being in the classroom or office as opposed to in the battlefield with his men. He had returned to fight with us like Haile Selassie. Immediately he establishes a dual level of respect. One with his men and one with his deterrent.

“So here I go kickin' science in ninety-five

I be illin', parental discretion is advised still

Don't call me nigga, this MC goes for his

Call me God, cause that's what the black man is

Roamin' through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist

Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess

Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One

Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent God”

In the first 2 bars of the preceding excerption he lets us know he intends to drop some knowledge, but it will not be filtered for political correctness or comfortability. The following 2 bars he establishes both a tone of encounterment and identity. Then he goes on to explain from which direction he came much like Saint Maurice's appearance upon the plagued people of Europe to let them know he has navigated and he is no spook. He goes on to talk to his listener and the most important of them, the women.

In 1994, fresh off a press tour on which she gained popularity from criticizing Bill Clinton, Sister Souljah published her first book that was heralded by black scholars and youth alike entitled No Disrespect. Her Influence was cemented in the minds of black youth and played a huge role in raising generational consciousness by dealing with topics like “how the black woman is viewed by black men” and “the black woman’s role in repairing the black family structure”. She had solely been awarded leadership duties by a disregarded demographic in a scapegoated culture and was handling it with the grace of Misty Copeland. Her and the women she raised to consciousness needed the camaraderie of Krs One. He goes on to sell to himself:

“Wack MC's have one style: gun buck

But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution"

They shut the fuck up, can't get with it

Down to start a riot in a minute

You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick

While other MC's are talkin' bout up with hope down with dope

I'll have a devil in my infrared scope,”

In the first five bars he addresses the enemies of the oppressed people within the oppressed people. These “Wack MC’s” are the Uncle Toms’ and Judas of the rebellious, afro-centric movement that is Hip-Hop. He says they lack discipline and do not have the self awareness to rescue themselves. In comparison with himself who uses that energy toward an ultimate goal, Independence through revolution. In the succeeding excerption KRS briefly displays the cognitive processing and coping mechanism of a warrior:

“WOY

That's for calling my father a boy and, klak, klak, klak

That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO

That's for calling my sister a ho, and for you

Buck, buck, buck cause I don't give a motherfuck

Remember the whip, remember the chant

Remember the rope and

You black people still thinkin' about voting?

Every President we ever had lied!

You know, I'm kinda glad Nixon died.”

Throughout the preceding excerption KRS skillfully uses onomatopoeias to create a setting for his listener. There is a battle going on. Shells casings are falling to the ground and bullets are flying from high caliber weapons. He is in the thick of it and then an enemy approaches him. He musters the courage to engage with his assailant by remembering the suffrage the morals of his enemies’ elected nation-state has caused his ancestors. Then he rejoices in the death of one of their leaders, Richard Nixon.

In the second verse Krs-One addresses an age-old topic of discussion for spiritual people that was brought forth to the Afrikans of today by Noble Drew Ali, “The Prophetic Soul”. This belief dates back to ancient Buddhism in the caves of Asia taught to us by Dr. Ivan Van Sertima in his book “African Presence in Early Asia”. This belief entails that all the prophets of the world including but not limted to; Adam, Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, and himself were the same soul being reborn until its mission is completed.” Krs-One puts himself and a couple others in this divine line of being.

“This is not the first time I came to the planet

concern every time I come, only a few could understand it

I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it

I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my Commandments

I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost

I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross

I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner

Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner

They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me

So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley

They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X

Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS

Kickin' the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin' to like

Get with you, showin' you, you are invincible

The Black Panther is the black answer for real

In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale

On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away

And enters into Kwame Ture”

In the beginning of the third verse he briefly continues the theme of possessing The Prophetic Soul but now, he does not speak from a perspective of being the people who had the soul. He speaks from the perspective of the soul. This soul is traveling and looking for a host. In the first two bars he speaks of how he was able to travel without detection from the government’s surveillance. Then, he goes on to finally choose a host that is relevant to the demographic of people it intends to reach. This host is stylish and his image is relatable, so the people will be receptive of his message through familiarity.

“In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do

So I grab the air and speak through the code

The devil cannot see through as I unload

Into another cerebellum

Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim

And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin”

After the prophetic soul latches on to the host, KRS-One, it manifests purpose with grassroot organization and motivational speaking. Being KRS-One founded the Stop the Violence Movement in 1988 and was solely responsible for mobilizing many of the most influential Hip Hoppers against Gang Violence and Culture he had plenty of knowledge to give on the topic.

“We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin'

Have you forgotten why we buildin' in a cypher

Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid

The son of God is brighter than the son of man

The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is

We got no time for fancy mathematics

Your mental frequency frequently pickin' up static

Makin' you a naked body, addict and it's democratic

They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic”

Too often credit for the creation and establishment of a culture or society is given to one person as opposed to being evenly distributed amongst the support structure. How many times have you been taught the legacy of all the men that signed the declaration of independence? It is likely that you’ve only been taught about Thomos Jefferson. Just like there would be no Fidel Castro without the parallel influences of Che Guevara and Camilo Ceinfuegos there would be no Hip-Hop without KRS ONE. Perhaps without his tenacity, passion, and will it would have been infiltrated and exploited before it reached its full maturity. If that would have happened America would not have its current number one export. In his prime most consumers who listened to his message and gazed upon his image said “OH NO!” from fear of what they could not understand. Today, we look at his legacy of art and effort and cant help ,but smile and yell “AH YEAH!”.

“If hip hop has the power to corrupt young minds, it also has the ability to uplift them.” - KRS-One

He bellows:

“Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown

Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around

Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!”

“So here I go kickin' science in ninety-five

I be illin', parental discretion is advised still

Don't call me nigga, this MC goes for his

Call me God, cause that's what the black man is

Roamin' through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist

Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess

Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One

Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent God”

“Wack MC's have one style: gun buck

But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution"

They shut the fuck up, can't get with it

Down to start a riot in a minute

You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick

While other MC's are talkin' bout up with hope down with dope

I'll have a devil in my infrared scope,”

“WOY

That's for calling my father a boy and, klak, klak, klak

That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO

That's for calling my sister a ho, and for you

Buck, buck, buck cause I don't give a motherfuck

Remember the whip, remember the chant

Remember the rope and

You black people still thinkin' about voting?

Every President we ever had lied!

You know, I'm kinda glad Nixon died.”

“This is not the first time I came to the planet

concern every time I come, only a few could understand it

I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it

I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my Commandments

I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost

I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross

I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner

Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner

They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me

So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley

They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X

Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS

Kickin' the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin' to like

Get with you, showin' you, you are invincible

The Black Panther is the black answer for real

In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale

On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away

And enters into Kwame Ture”

“In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do

So I grab the air and speak through the code

The devil cannot see through as I unload

Into another cerebellum

Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim

And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin”

“We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin'

Have you forgotten why we buildin' in a cypher

Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid

The son of God is brighter than the son of man

The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is

We got no time for fancy mathematics

Your mental frequency frequently pickin' up static

Makin' you a naked body, addict and it's democratic

They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic”

#krs one #krs1 #hip hop #90shiphop #boombap #african art #African American Art #african history

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thinkyoureholy · 5 years ago

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Opposites Attract [11]

Pairing : Park Jimin / [Fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers! AU, Fantasy! AU

Words : 4k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I sighed out softly, staring up at the ceiling. I could hear Yoongi and Hoseok talking softly amongst themselves from across the room. I had been awake for a few hours now but they hadn’t taken noticed. I looked as good as new on the outside but something felt off about my powers, they felt like they weren’t entirely mine. It--It felt like the strength of the power I had in me had doubled, no it tripled in strength. I...I was afraid of it now. This could mean that the power I held was limitless, I felt that if I built it up I could become unstoppable...and that scares me more than anything.

Without thinking I brought a hand out, wanting to test something. I stared at my palm, watching as the stem of a rose began to form, the ice crystalizing right before my eyes. The stem was half formed when little tiny streams of water began to sprout from my palm. The water moved like a snake, each individual stream moving like it had a mind of its own. Just as the rose was completely formed the water swarmed around it, engulfing it completely, rising from my palm. When it was inches above my face I closed my palm. The water slicing into the ice so fast I could barely even see it, the rose made of ice and the water that surrounded it turned into a fine mist. So the feeling I had was right, I was now able to use both sides of my power at the same time. Before it was one or the other, the thought of using them both was just that, a thought, the idea was impossible. So I guess this means that whole talk about being chosen by Poseidon is true, huh?

“Did--Did you just use...b-both…” Hoseok began but trailed off not being able to finish.

I said nothing as I sat up, staring down at my closed fist for a moment.

“Y/N are feeling better now?” Yoongi asked, ignoring what just happened.

“No. I mean physically yes, but emotionally...no, I’m far from being okay.” I said, looking up at him.

He frowned, opening his mouth to ask why when I beat him to it, telling him exactly why.

“That day...out on that field 8 years ago...why--why did neither of you tell me that day was the day my father became a murderer?”

As soon as I finished speaking I saw the color had drained from both their faces. Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but closed it several times, the words not coming out. Hoseok took a single step towards me but made no move to get closer.

“Y-Y/N you--you gotta understand we...we had no choice, your parents had no other choice.”

I closed my eyes at his words, the tears that I had shed earlier making a reappearance as I inhaled sharply, “So it’s true? I was hoping, praying to a god I don’t believe in that he was lying, praying that my parents weren’t like that, that my father--that he wasn’t a killer. But it’s true.”

“Y/N your father was a good man.” Yoongi finally said, his words broken, “He was a good man. Everything he did was to protect everyone.”

“By killing an innocent woman? Jimin and his brother were left without a mother!” I yelled through my tears, standing up from the bed,

“Why?! Tell me why he did it!”

“Y/N...we--we can’t. It was the last promise we made him…”

“Tell me!” I shouted, louder than before, not knowing that my eyes had changed in that moment.

I watched them both swallow harshly, Yoongi stepping forward, “No.”

I closed my eyes tightly at hearing his answer, clenching my hands into fists at my sides, “Get out.”

“Y/N please.”

“I said get out!” I yelled, my voice breaking.

They stayed where they were for a moment before reluctantly moving their feet. As soon as I heard the door close I stumble back until my back met the wall behind me. I slid down the wall, burying my face into my knees.

-Jimin’s P.O.V-

“You sure you don’t need any guards with you?” Gai asked as we reached the front door.

“I’ll be fine. Just make sure to get Namjoon here. I’m sure if you just mention Y/N’s name he’ll come running.” I said, a hint of distaste in my voice.

Gai stopped walking at my words, a smirk playing at his lips, “Oh ho, what's this? Are you jealous right now? Of Kim Namjoon? Wow, I must be dreaming.”

“Stop talking nonsense and just go do as you’re told.” I said, avoiding his eyes, slipping on my jacket.

“You are aren’t you? I thought I was imagining that look in your eyes earlier when you were staring down Min Yoongi but I’m right. You’re jealous, of every man that’s around her no less.” He said with a chuckle.

“Shut up.” I grumbled out, leaving him behind.

“Yo Park Jimin!”

I stopped at hearing him call out my name, turning around to face him, “I’m glad you’ve finally put everything behind you and decided to start over with her. She’s perfect for you. I hope you two live happily like you deserve, once this is all over that is.”

I looked at him with wide eyes, surprised at his words. After a moment of just standing there I let out a scoff before turning my back on him. As I walked away from him I couldn’t hide the smile that played at my lips.

“I’m here to see Taehyung, tell him Park Jimin is here.” I said to the guards at the border.

They shared a look, hesitating, “Sir, we can’t. We’re on strict orders not to let anyone in, I’m sorry.”

I smirked, taking a step closer to them, “Didn’t you hear me? I don’t care what orders you’re under, go get Kim Taehyung.”

The man swallowed harshly, opening his mouth but closed it again, not finding the words. When he looked like he was about to speak the voice I heard wasn’t his.

“It looks like it’s you that can't hear properly. We’re not letting anyone in Jimin, that includes you.”

I set my jaw at the sound of his voice, glaring at him as he sauntered over, “Jeon Jungkook. I need to speak with Taehyung, you either let me in while I’m asking nicely or I’ll force my way in, it’s your choice.”

Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands in his coat pocket, “I’d like to see you try. You know we never got to finish that fight, what do you say, let’s finish it right now.”

“I’m not here to fight, I’m here to talk to Taehyung and I’m not leaving until I do.” I said through clenched teeth.

He took slow steps towards me, a cocky look in his eye, “Well it looks like you’ll be here awhile. While you wait why don’t we have a little fun, huh? I’ve always wanted to wipe that smug look off your face, why not give me the pleasure of doing just that right now?”

He pushed at my shoulders but I didn’t budge, “Come on, show me those flames of yours. Those same ones you used to attack not only my master with but Y/N as well. Bring them out, come on I’m waiting. What are you scared now? Afraid that I might extinguish that fire of yours for good?”

I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I bit my tongue. He continued to provoke me but I kept silent. This is for Y/N, once we’ve dealt with Seokjin I can come back and teach this brat a lesson, stay calm, repeated to myself over and over again like a mantra, that is until he said something I couldn’t ignore.

“Come on at least put up a fight, that way I can take your body back to Y/N, show her how I got rid of the pest that endangered her life. Who knows she might even reward me for it, and I’ve got just the thing in mind to ask for.” He said with a smirk, his eyes shining mischievously.

At his words my fire spread up my arm, but before I even got to do anything a voice stopped me.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

Jungkook froze at the anger behind his voice, turning on his heel and bowed his head to the man marching over to us.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Taehyung all but growled out, coming to stand before Jungkook.

“I was just-”

“Do you even understand the situation we’re all in at the moment? This is no time for you to be picking fights with others!” He shouted, pointing a finger harshly in to his chest.

“But Taehyung he--he wouldn’t take no for an answer. We told him we couldn’t let him in so he threatened to force his way in. I couldn’t just-”

“From what I just heard it sounded like you were the one that was provoking him,” Taehyung cut him off, the anger clear in his voice.

I’ve known Taehyung for five years now and I have never seen him so angry before. Truth be told he even scared me a little with the look his was giving Jungkook. Jungkook hung his head like a puppy that just got scolded for peeing on the floor. I frowned, feeling a bit bad for him, knowing he wasn’t entirely at fault.

“Taehyung I-”

“And you, who the hell do you think you are demanding to be let in? Do you even know what’s going on? The Zeus faction has taken over, Poseidon is no longer in power.” Taehyun spat out.

I felt my face pale at his words, “W-What? They--They can’t do that.”

“They can do whatever the hell they want, it’s the Zeus faction we’re talking about.”

I stumbled back at his words. Seokjin must be serious about this if he took over, kicking Poseidon off the throne when it was their turn to rule. But Yoongi and Hoseok haven’t mentioned anything about it, I’m sure they would’ve said something about it if they knew. I mean this is big, it’s fucking huge. Every single one of us knew Zeus was the strongest and it was only a matter a time when they would remind us, but I never expected it to actually happen.

“So what now?”

“They’re calling everyone to arms, saying the Hephaestus faction is starting a revolution and we need to stop them as soon as possible.”

“That’s crazy!” I shouted, taking a step forward, ready to defend my people but Taehyung beat me to it.

“It wouldn’t be the first time your people try and start a war, Jimin. Everyone is on Zeus' side, ready to fight the rebels.”

“Tae, we’re being targeted for the third time in less than a century. Do you really believe that we’d risk our own people for a war we know we won’t win? Taehyung something bigger is going on here and you know it.”

Taehyung lowered his gaze, staring down at the ground beneath his feet for a moment before a heavy sigh left his lips, “Okay fine, let’s say I believe you. Tell me what’s really going on then.”

“Seokjin is trying to kill Y/N.”

“What?!” Both Jungkook and Taehyung exclaimed, the two looking at me with wide eyes.

“At first it all started with him trying to get rid of me because of a vision he had but it’s turned into something so much bigger than that. I came here to ask you to help me...I-I can’t protect her on my own, not against someone like Seokjin.”

They both wore frowns on their faces, still shocked to be hearing this news. I should’ve known Seokjin would lie to everyone, it’s what they did to my grandfather no doubt. History is repeating itself and I’m hellbent on stopping it, knowing Y/N’s life is on the line. Taehyung sighed heavily, sharing a look with Jungkook before turning to me.

“Look, I can’t promise you my people, I don’t have that kind of power. But...Jungkook and I are willing to help.”

I let out a breath of relief, a small smile playing at my lips. So this is what it’s like to have loyal friends, huh? I’m glad she spent her time making friends with the people around her instead of enemies like I did. Seeing how ready they were to help out I couldn’t help but feel bad for the way I’ve treated them, especially that last day we saw each other.

“Before--Before anything I just...want to apologize for the way I acted. I now realize what an idiot I’ve been...I’m sorry.” I apologized, bowing to the two to show my sincerity.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me stand upright, “I get you were angry Jimin, I would be too if I lost my mother the way you did. I’m just glad you finally realize your mistakes, not only with us but with Y/N as well. I’m sure you’re going out of your way because you’ve finally figured out how much you love her.”

I stared at Taehyung in shock, “How did you-”

“Oh come on, it was written all over your face every time you saw her,” Jungkook scoffed out, crossing his arms over his chest, “Now let’s go before I try and change Taehyung’s mind.”

He pushed passed me, walking away from Taehyung and I. I shared a look of gratitude with him, seeing a grin spread across his face. The two of us began to walk back to my home but were stopped after taking a few steps.

“Uh...sir?”

We stopped at the sound of the guard’s voice, Taehyung turning around to face her.

“Can--Can we go as well?”

I was surprised at her words, looking to her partner to see that he had the same determined look in his eyes.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea...I don’t want either of you to get punished by my father…” Taehyung said with a frown.

“But sir, I’m sorry but you know our loyalty stands with you.” The male guard said.

Taehyung went to shoot them down again but I stopped him, “Tae...this can help us. You have people that are loyal to you, not your father, this might give us a fighting chance. You can tell them to be ready for your signal the day of the battle, we can win this.”

Taehyung looked torn on what to do. I could tell he felt uneasy about going behind his father’s back to do something like this. With a sigh he rubbed his hands over his face.

“Fine. Tell everyone that’s ever been under my charge to wait for my bird, I’ll let it fly when I need you.”

“What the hell are you guys doing? Hurry the hell up!” Jungkook yelled out to us.

I pulled on Taehyung’s arm but he fought against me, “If you find yourselves in a bind forget about helping me. And if you get caught you tell my father I was the one that forced you into it you understand?”

“Yes sir.” They both said in unison, standing at attention with their heads bowed, left arm behind their back while they placed their right fist over their hearts.

I stood outside my home speechless, my jaw hanging open. There...were so many soldiers from Gaia...I couldn’t even count them if I tried.

“G-Gai?”

Gai walked over to me with caution, “Yeah?”

“What is all this?” I asked, dazed as I looked over each and every one of them.

“W-Well when I reached the Gaia faction Namjoon was on his way out. It looks like he was going to march over here with his army before we even got the chance to ask him for help.”

I kept my gaze forward, reaching over to place a hand on Gai’s shoulder, squeezing tightly as I spoke through clenched teeth, “Where the hell do you think I’m gonna hide all these people? When my father finds out about all this he’ll have my head. We were supposed to do this discreetly, tell me what the fuck is discreet about hundreds of Gaia soldiers?”

“J-Jimin I had no choice but to bring them here.”

“I asked him to bring me here Jimin. I heard everything from Levi, he asked for my help long before you sent Gai over to me.” Namjoon spoke up, stepping out from behind his soldiers.

I looked at him in shock? Levi did? So does this mean he’s going against Zeus? But on the way over here Taehyung had told me the Poseidon faction had been on lock down since this morning...did Levi contact Namjoon before then. Gai had gone for Yoongi and Hoseok yesterday afternoon so that means between then and this morning Seokjin closed in the people of Poseidon. I wonder if Y/N knows about this. I shook my head, looking over to Namjoon and giving him a grateful nod. He gave me a dimpled smile in return, turning to his army.

“Alright, make yourselves scarce. Find a few inns to stay in, I’ll let you know when I need you.”

A loud thunderous chorus of ‘yes sir’s were heard, surprising myself and those around me. I leaned closer to Gai, whispering, “Do we even have enough inns for all of them?”

“N-No. I’ll, uh, I’ll go talk to the principal of the high school and ask her to let them stay there. We won’t be able to hold any classes for the students anyway so it’ll be empty.” He said, calling out for them to follow him instead.

I watched them all leave, a heavy sigh falling from my lips. I ran my fingers through my hair, thinking about how I was going to explain all this to my father. I knew once he saw Y/N he’d throw a fit. I’m actually surprised he hasn’t noticed yet but that’s not surprising in the least. He had been withdrawn ever since my mother died, the only thing he did was get angry. And I fed off that anger, justifying my actions because of it. I rubbed my hands over my face, turning to Namjoon but before I could get a word out someone yelled out my name.

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, Jimin.” Yoongi spat out from the door, making his way to me but Hoseok stopped him, holding him back, “What gives you the right to fucking tell her about that day? It took us years for her to forget it but you brought it back up w-”

“She had every right to know who her father really was. He was a murderer.”

“That’s exactly why we never fucking told her! Do you have any idea how much she loved her father? We didn’t want to ruin that for her!” Yoongi yelled out, fighting against Hoseok’s hold but Hoseok just held on tighter, “Now she’s broken because the man she thought so highly of and loved with all her might was nothing but a murderer.”

I frowned at his words, getting angry myself, “He killed my mother he-”

“He was under orders!” Yoongi shouted, cutting me off, “He--he was under orders, he had no choice but to do what he did, we had no choice.”

My jaw went slack at his words, “W-What?”

I could see the unshed tears in Yoongi’s eyes. This must have been haunting him since the day it happened. Without saying another word he shoved Hoseok off of him, storming off. Hoseok just stared after him, sadness in his eyes before turning to face me.

“Zeus has been running things from the very beginning. You can’t honestly tell me you believe those stronger than everyone else would simply relinquish their power to us weaker ones so easily. They’re the ones behind your mother’s death, even your grandfather’s. They’ve killed those that they thought had a chance of beating them, and now their target is Y/N,” Hoseok said, his voice low, “I hope you have one hell of a plan up your sleeve because with how things are right now...we don’t stand much of a chance. Our numbers do nothing against their strength.”

My shoulders slumped at his words, maybe I was in way over my head. I had the drive and determination but that’s not enough...I don’t think I have the strength to go up against someone like Seokjin, to protect Y/N. I know I’m strong...but not that strong.

“Hey...Jimin...I know this might not be good timing but I’ve gotta tell you, I’ve been skeptical about things the whole way here. I just can’t wrap my head around Y/N not only being stronger than Seokjin but being chosen by Poseidon. You know I never really believed in the gods anyway so…” Taehyung trailed off in a timid voice.

“We want to make sure we’ve made the right choice and we’re not just fighting a losing battle here.” Jungkook added, stepping forward.

I opened my mouth to answer but was cut off by the sound of Y/N’s voice. I turned to look in the direction it was coming from, the color leaving my face at the sight. My father was dragging her over to the front door, his hand gripping onto her hair tightly. She kicked and screamed for him to let her go and he did, he threw her down the steps that lead to the front door. I ran to help her as she came to a stop a few feet away from me. I could see Hoseok fighting against Namjoon and Gai’s hold, Yoongi somehow showing back up in that moment, Jungkook and Taehyung having to hold him back. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of their bodies but that anger was nothing compared to the one I felt. The moment I saw him dragging her like a rag doll my blood had begun to boil, the rage within me was uncontrollable when I saw the blood flowing from the side of her head, dripping down to her shoulder. I kept my eyes on her face, relieved to see that she was still conscious but the way she let out a groan let me know she was in pain. I clenched my hands into fists, my whole body burning with a fire that demanded to be let out but before that--I scooped her up, moving her aside. I placed her by the others, letting her lean back against a pillar. As soon as I set her down all the guys surrounded her, the only one that didn’t was Gai. He grabbed onto my arm, warning me with his eyes but I ignored him, yanking my arm out of his grip.

I turned to face my father, letting my fire crawl up my arms, the flames licking at my neck, “Is Jisoo home?”

“N-No...Jimin-”

I didn’t stay to hear anything he had to say, slowing walking to my father. With every step I took my fire grew, my father’s expression remained unchanged.

“Why the fuck was that Poseidon bitch in my home?! You’re lucky I didn’t-”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish, extending an arm in his direction, my fire shooting off like a missile, hitting it’s mark. Everything within reach burst into flames, the fire began to spread quickly but I didn’t care. I walked through the burning doorway, a dangerous glint in my eyes as I glared over at my father who had been thrown back into a pillar that stood in the middle of our home. I closed my eyes briefly, cracking my neck before looking at him with hate filled eyes, I’ve had enough.

“How dare y-”

“How dare you put your fucking hands on her? I’ve put up with your bullshit for the past 23 fucking years of my life and I’ve had it. I’m fucking done you hear me, done.”

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shenani-gan · 6 years ago

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LFRP - Gan Haragin (Balmung) UPDATED!!!!!

Gan Haragin

Age: 34ish?

Birthday: 19th sun of the 4th Astral moon

Race: Au Ra, Xaela

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral? I guess?

Marital Status: Widowe

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Dark purple, with tints of deep red.

Eyes: Heterochromatic Orange and Green, black sclera, white limbal ring

Height: 4’ 9”

Build: Small and solid, like a brick shithouse

Distinguishing Marks:

Always looks haggard, no matter how much sleep or how clean she is

Plenty of visible scars along her body where there are no scales

Dresses consistently in black, purple, and sometimes gold. Usually a combination of the first two.

Common Appearance: Gan usually wears her hair pulled back somehow with multiple braids running through it. Always with some sort of jacket and thigh high boots. Though she never carries a weapon on her, she always has a flask or two on hand. And there’s also a good chance that in one of her random packs, she’s carrying homemade Buuz.

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Privateer, Mercenary, Pit Fighter

Hobbies: Drinking, Fighting, Writing

Languages: Eorzean, Xaela

Residence: Limsa Lominsa

Birthplace: Azim Steppes

Religion: None

Fears:

Losing loved ones

Betrayal

Squids and Octopi

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: Amaud Vallot (Husband, deceased), Vehn Kha (Boyfriend)

Children: None

Parents:

Bataar Haragin (Father, deceased)

Erhi Haragin (Mother, deceased)

Siblings:

Toragana Arulaq

Probably a dozen others she doesn’t know about

Other Relations:

Ex boyfriend whom she refuses to name. Dated before her late husband, betrayed her for unknown reasons and whose current whereabouts are unknown. As is whether he is alive or dead.

The Eight Winds, a Mercenary Group whom she works for

The members of SEEK, her roomates and-- one might even say… Friends?!

The House of Oki and Tyalo Moro, her place of residence in Doma and her Geomancy teacher respectively.

Enemies:

No specific enemies. Only anyone trying to harm her, or the few friends she has. Or anyone trying to arrest her whilst performing her job.

TRAITS –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

RP HOOKS –––

The Betrayer

Gan’s first love betrayed her and left her broken hearted. His motives are wrapped in mystery, as are his current whereabouts. Even whether he is alive or dead is unknown to Gan. The only thing known about this man is that Gan refuses to say anything about him other than that she was betrayed. She won’t even speak his name.

Yo ho, feedle di dee

You are a pirate! Or rather, a privateer. Gan’s been on deck since she can remember, traveling across Eorzea. When not at sea, she finds mercenary work on land. It’s been nearly 20 years that she’s been at work and so, anyone in Limsa Lominsa, or who regularly deals with Privateers/Mercenaries are likely to have runa cross her or know her.

Odd Pairing

Gan’s late husband was an Elezen. Talk about a mismatched pair. That being said, she’s spent plenty of time in Coerthas before the Calamity, so anyone that actively lived/traded there may have noticed her, or heard of her since a midget in a sea of giants is conspicuous. Or anyone who may have known her late husband, including members of his family.

O’ Brother, Where art Thou?

Gan's daddy was a bit of a player before leaving the Steppes with her and her mother. It's possible that Gan has a bunch of half siblings she knows nothing about.

Teach Me

Since finally taking the step to return to the East for the first time in nearly three decades, Gan has found the desire to learn about her people and their customs. So any Xaela based RP would be welcome!

So you like to read

Gan writes books in her free time. The public serial that has her name to it is called the “Pirates and Rebels” series. It’s a mystery series with a--you guessed it--nautical swashbuckling theme. There are 10 books in the series. On the quiet side, she writes smutty romance novels under the Nom De Plum, “Ped Xing”. There are about a dozen of these books all with various plots.

CONTACT INFORMATION –––

ganshands.tumblr.com

Hello! Gan is a bitter privateer with a crunchy exterior but a heart of gold! She’s constantly trying to throw hands, but that’s just a diversionary tactic to keep people from getting too close. I’ve recently come back to FFXIV after a hiatus of… a couple years…. So I’d love to make some new RP acquaintances. Feel free to message me on tumblr or discord, but if you’re going to hit me up on discord, please let me know who you are. Ciao!

WHAT I’M WILLING TO RP-

Pretty much anything. Though be forewarned, if you’re making a romantic move on her with the hopes of initiating something, you’re going to be sorry. Gan’s as loyal as they come when it comes to partners.

I AM NOT WILLING TO RP-

Be your Punching bag IC or OOC

Partake in anything that includes harming children

Harm a character or let my character be harmed without permission

#gan haragin #ffxiv rp #ffxiv balmung rp #lfrp sheet #updated #so much has happened

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dachi-chan25 · 7 years ago

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IT (1986)

What is it about? The Losers Club, a group of 7 kids that in different ways are outsiders among the other children in the little town of Derry must come back 27 years after defeating their worst fears embodied in a evil alien entity that has preyed on this small Maine town and its recidents since the dawn of time. Thoughts: - I have read this book a gazillion times and it’s my favorite Stephen King book of all time (though that may change once I finish this challenge, but only time will tell) everytime I read through its pages is like reuniting with an old dear friend, because most of the characters (read: the Losers Club) are just that for me, I read this book for the first time when I was 15 after growing up with the 90’s miniseries, and I loved it, that feeling hasn’t changed with the years and well I want to elaborate a bit on what I love about this book. - Derry’s history: One of the reasons this book is so damn big is that it delves on the history of this little town called Derry, of course this is to help the reader understand just for how long and how big is IT’s influence on the town, but I just found it so fascinating, I’ve always loved history, and this book just reaaaally fullfiled my needs in that aspect, the town’s history is full of gruesome events but it’s very intresting and through all the same. -Loser’s Club: I love this kids, we are introduced to them little by little through different POV’s and god, I just really like the diversity and complexity in them: a kid with a stutter, an asthmatic that is really a kid heavily manipulated by his overprotective mother, an overweight, a jewish with OCD, a girl victim of physical/emotional parental abuse, the class clown that most likely has ADHD, the only black boy in town… And what I love the most is that they are NOT defined by that, sure,that is how the world sees them but they are so much more than that and together they find their true identities: Stuttering Bill be comes the Leader, Asthmatic Eddie becomes the Compass, Fat Ben becomes the Constructor, Jewish Stan becomes the Logic, Poor Beverly becomes the Shooter, Trashmouth Richie becomes the Weapon (his voces physically hurt IT), Black Mike becomes the Historian. As well as the belonging and friendship they had never had before, their relationship is strong and beautiful, as a reader you will most often find some of yourself in them and even if you don’t you love them all the same for their flaws and virtues. -IT: I read somewhere that a story is only as great as its villian and in IT’s case that I think is only fitting, thus my love for is evil entity, because IT is really a big represantation of violence not necessarily(The Bradley Gang Shooting was afterall motivated by the Derry townsfolk rightgeousness) but mostly evil, IT transforms into awfull gruesome monsters yet his most terrifying act is the influence it helds on the people inhabiting Derry, on taking the violent nature of some people (Derry’s White Decency League, Eddie Corcoran stepfather’s, Alvin Marsh, Butch and Henry Bowers…) and exploit it for its own gain, IT is scary for it’s power, for the fact that one can really comprehend it’s magitude, and when we finally get to get inside it’s head we find something more akin to a beast, hungry and vengeful, he had turned lazy because he already had in Derry a comfortable feeding place and now wants to kill the Loser’s Club because for the first time in its long existance IT feels fear! and how wonderful is that? a group of scared isolated kids find strenght in each other to rid their Town and follow kids of this entity, even if they are afraid themselves, and they succeed in frightening a creature that literally feeds of fear. -The portrayal of the timelines and gruesome subjects: The 1950 are not usted only for aesthetics or praised as the “good old times” King shows a very gritty reality showcasing the racism (very prominent in Mike’s storyline), sexism, homophobia, domestic violence, anti-semitism,and it goes further yet showing that 27 years later these things haven’t changed and IT uses them for it’s benefit. The book doesn’t shy away from any of these things and often it is very hard to read through them but as well I think is important to read them to gain concience,they are not presented as good or romantiziced in any from or way, nor should they ever be (dude the anti-semitism in Patricia Uris’s POV is something that will open your eyes in many ways if you are not jewish, and the Black Spot story will horrify you but also help you understand it was not only the South of USA and the KKK that spread hate and horror for PoC people) this things are meant to horrify you thus I feel it would be a disservice not to read them (though I can understand if anyone simply can’t). -The bittersweet ending: Really heart breaking that after reuniting with the people they could really be themselves with the Loser’s Club are meant to not remember each other ( SPOILERS AHEAD DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T WANNA SPOIL PART OF THE ENDING OF THE BOOK: as a side note and I do not mean this as hate to the ship or anything but a real doubt I have can anyone explain to me why is everyone saying/asuming Ben and Beverly did end up together?, I mean going by the 90’s miniseries sure, but in the book Mike only says she is going to Nebraska with Ben and then back to Chicago with Kay and that he thinks they are/will be having sex, but also later we find that even if they are in the same Town Mike and Bill have begun to forget each other and it’s heavily implied the same will happen with them all? and that is a very Stephen King thing to do I mean most of the book couples I’ve read from him have similar bittersweet endings so… Pls someone explain) I just always about cry about the End and you know the THING that happens with two of the losers. But also I am a ho for this kind of bittersweet stuff so of course I love it. -Richie and Beverly’s friendship: Listen I LIVE for them, of course I just about adore every Loser’s friendship (Bill/Eddie, Richie/Stan, Richie/Eddie, Richie/Bill, Mike/Ben, Stan/Bev duuuude everyone is amazing) but this two just about make me crazy about them, tbh I kinda lowkey ship them in a platonic kinda way, and I was endlessly frustrated by the lack of scenes between them in the 90’s miniseries after I read the book cuz booooy, the yo-yo scene is so goddamned amazing, Richie being the first POV in which Bev is mentioned and he reminds her through the lyric of a song, his Humphrey Bogart voice he does when speaking with her, how much he respects her, also Miss Sca'lett!!!, not to mention that sweet ass scene they have in the book “22/11/63” where Bev is teaching Richie how to swing for a school talent show, ahhhh Imma stop right there cuz I am fangirling waaaay to much and probably y'all think I am wierd for liking such an unpopular thing. -There is just one thing I always felt was completely unecessary to add and was gross to read (you already know what I am talking about and if not I’m not gonna spoil you/gross you out), I have read of course why SK did it but I still think he should have looked for another way to make the Losers enter adulthood : / Movie/TV Adaptations: There are 2: The ABC’s 1990 miniseries “IT” and the 2017 movie by Andy Muschietti “IT (chapter 1)” of course it has been already confirmed there is going to be another movie for the Second part but I will not to go too much into it now. 1990: The opinions on this one are very polarized, some love it with a passion, some hate it… I actually love it, and by that I do not mean is a perfect adaptation, but it was such an integral part of my childhood and family life that it would be impossible for me to hate it, and I feel most people are terribly unfair with it, because it is not a Bad adaptation like let’s say Kubrick’s Shining (yaa I’m going there) it had a lot of limitations in budget and technology and still managed to capture some of the best parts of the book (the Loser’s friendship mainly, it was beautiful) of course it wasn’t gorey or violent but in it’s time it was scary as hell, which beings me to Tim Curry’s performance as Pennywise that became so iconic people automatically recognize the clown’s design, for fuck’s sake Pennywise became one of the most iconic monsters of that time and terrorized an entire generation of kids and adults alike, of course it has it’s faults (the adult’s part wasn’t great, tho the scene with Bev in Mrs. Kersh house was great, and the ending was bound to be confusing af to people that didn’t read the book) but overall it was a good atempt and it already has a place in pop culture and the hearts of many horror fans. 2017: Oh boy I was really looking forward to this one since they anounced it was going to be a thing (ahhh remember the time Will Poulter and Cary Fukunaga were our only hope?) and just had the chance to see it today, because a lot of awful things happened in my country (I am mexican btw) and yeah, so I left the theater with a very pleasant sensation IT 2017 is a great movie and I LOVED it, the acting was GREAT everyone did amazing, Georgie’s death scene was simply amazing and so sad, the projector scene was wow, lots of winks to book readers like the turtle and Eddie Corcoran’s missing pamphlet, Bev’s bathroom scene, the rock fight!!!,Eddie changing Loser to Lover is iconic, some of Richie’s one-liners were amazing, Pennywise dance pfffftt, Ben was adorable with his crush and love of New Kids on the Block, the Losers,“they’re Gazebos they’re bullshit!” iconic, mainly I feel it captured the general feeling of the book however that does not mean I didn’t had some issues with it as well, first thing that bothered me a LOT is the treatment to Mike Hanlon, excuse the fuck out of me but no, they took his thing (history of Derry) and gave it to Ben (also Ben not constructing things like ??? Could have been a perfect chance to have him build lego stuff but k) where is my beautiful spring loving child?? I just couldn’t find any single trait on his character apart from the wierd sheep thing and his parents, which takes me to another issue why is every adult on Derry so shitty? Like yeah there was a lot of shady awful stuff in the book but there were also ok people namely Mrs. Starret (the librarian, that is so unnecesarily creppy? Wierd? In the movie), Richie’s parents (his dad is hillarious), Mike’s parents they are the best tbh, Mr Keene (ok this one is a sarcastic asshole but he did try to help Eddie instead of letting him keep on believing he was sick to keep selling stuff, and also was never a wierd pervert), Mr. Nell (dude I would have killed to hear Richie doing the Irish Cop voice), the Tracker Brothers (boy Eddie looking longingly at the baseball diamond would have been 10/10, my boy loved sports)… thing is the Losers did love Derry and some parts of their childhood in it and that’s were the nostalgia hits on part two, Stan well I loved they delved more onto his jewishness (a thing not much touched in the book because Stan’s family is not very strictly religious) but was very side lined as well ( in my opinion that part about Richie being scared shitless and Bill punches him would have fit Stan better, also almost all of the Losers got closure (Bev rebelled against her father, Ben kissed Beverly and she got to find out he was the one who wrote the haiku, Bill got to talk with Georgie kind of?, Mike stepped up against Henry, Eddie confronted his mother,Richie let go of his fear to kill the fucking clown…) yet Stan doesn’t I just think it would have been nice to have him iniciate the pact as he did on the book and also his bird book????, the slut shaming and over sexualization of Beverly (I won’t even go into how much it broke my heart to see/hear Richie saying all that stuff about her like no, he respected her a lot thx) just why change the white trash problem to a slut shaming thing???(also while his dad did not beat her in this movie he was so much more GROSS than in the 90’s) I am however not bothered by the ‘Kiss of Life’ trope nor do I think she was reduced to a damsel in distress if anything she was the bravest of them all, also some things not really bothered me but made me wonder what will happen in Chapter 2 namely wft is gonna happen with Henry is he alive?? Same for Bev’s dad what happened there? Is he alive? Is he dead? Though of course we will get answers in chapter 2 I was just like wow how is this gonna pan out. Basically an amazing movie I was not disappointed at all and I would love to watch it again but as an adaptation I think I would still love to see a longish miniseries covering more of Derry’s history and the kid’s personalities/misadventures (of course I do not want THAT scene to be in any adaptation ever) but generally covering more book stuff. but hey all this is just my humble opinion and I admit I adore the book, though I am not closed off to changes just those things kinda made me go hmmmmmm…. Quotes: Stan: “Every- thing’s a lot tougher when it’s for real. That’s when you choke. When it’s for real.” “He wanted to tell them that those dead boys who had lurched and shambled their way down the spiral staircase had done something worse than frighten him: they had offended him.” Bill: “If fiction and politics ever really do become interchangeable, I’m going to kill myself, because I won’t know what else to do. You see, politics always change. Stories never do” “Silver flew and Stuttering Bill Denbrough flew with him; their gantry-like shadow fled behind them. They raced down Up-Mile Hill together; the playing cards roared. Bill’s feet found the pedals again and he began to pump, wanting to go even faster, wanting to reach some hypothetical speed — not of sound but of memory — and crash through the pain barrier.” Richie:“Now he had to go back to being himself, and that was hard — it got harder to do that every year. It was easier to be brave when you were someone else.” “He knew a great deal of the Bible already, and he knew the Bible believed in all sorts of weird stuff. According to the Bible, God Himself was at least one-third Ghost, and that was just the beginning. You could tell the Bible believed in demons, because Jesus threw a bunch of them out of this guy. Real chuckalicious ones, too. When Jesus asked the guy who had them what his name was, the demons answered and told Him to go join the Foreign Legion. Or something like that” (#make chuckalicious happen 2k17) Ben: “Maybe that’s why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for … and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.” “A child blind from birth doesn’t even know he’s blind until someone tells him. Even then he has only the most academic idea of what blindness is; only the formerly sighted have a real grip on the thing. Ben Hanscom had no sense of being lonely because he had never been anything but. If the condition had been new, or more localized, he might have understood, but loneliness both encompassed his life and overreached it. It simply was.” Eddie: “Sometimes home is where the heart is, Eddie thought randomly, I believe that. Old Bobby Frost said home’s the place where, when you go there they have to take you in. Unfortunately, it’s also the place where, once you’re in there, they don’t ever want to let you out.” “Maybe, he thought, there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.” Mike: “Haunted, haunting, haunt.Often visited by ghosts or spirits, as in the pipes under the sink; to appear or recur often, as every twenty-five, twenty-six, or twenty-seven years; a feeding place for animals, as in the cases of George Denbrough, Adrian Mellon, Betty Ripsom, the Albrecht girl, the Johnson boy.A feeding place for animals. Yes, that’s the one that haunts me.” “But Mike enjoyed most of the places in Derry his father sent or took him to, and by the time Mike was ten Will had succeeded in conveying his own interest in the layers of Derry’s history to his son. Sometimes, as when he had been trailing his fingers over the slightly pebbled surface of the stand in which the Memorial Park birdbath was set, or when he had squatted down to look more closely at the trolley tracks which grooved Mont Street in the Old Cape, he would be struck by a profound sense of time … time as something real, as something that had unseen weight” Bev: “oh shapes of men, sometimes seen as day closed down, sometimes seen across Watertower Square in the noonlight of a clear windy autumn day, shapes of men, rules of men, desires of men: or Tom, so like her father when he took off his shirt and stood slightly slumped in front of the bathroom mirror to shave. Shapes of men.” ‘Is it because I’m a girl?’[…] she exploded.‘Well, fuck you!’ She whirled around to look at the others, and they flinched from her gaze,so hot it was nearly radioactive. 'Fuck all of you if you think the same thing!’ She turned back to Bill and began to talk fast, rapping him with words. 'This is something more than some diddlyshit kid’s game like tag or guns or hide-and-go-seek, and you know it, Bill. We’re supposed to do this. That’s part of it. And you’re not going to cut me out just because I’m a girl.“ Adding this one cuz I love how stupidly cute it is and cuz that Richie is such a charmer XD (wot-wot?) ”[…]'Oh dear, am I being asked out on a date?’ For a moment Richie was uncharacteristically flustered. He actually felt a blush rising in his cheeks. He had made the offer in a perfectly natural way, just as he had made it to Ben … except hadn’t he said something to Ben about owesies? Yes. But he hadn’t said anything about owesies to Beverly. Richie suddenly felt a bit weird. He had dropped his eyes, retreating from her amused glance, and realized now that her skirt had ridden up a bit when she shifted forward to drop the ice-cream cone in the litter barrel, and he could see her knees. He raised his eyes but that was no help; now he was looking at the beginning swells of her bosoms. Richie, as he usually did in such moments of confusion, took refuge in absurdity. 'Yes! A date!’ he screamed, throwing himself on his knees before her and holding his clasped hands up. 'Please come! Please come! I shall ruddy kill meself if you say no, ay-wot? Wot-wot?’ 'Oh, Richie, you’re such a fuzzbrain,’ she said, giggling again … but weren’t her cheeks also a trifle flushed? If so, it made her look prettier than ever. 'Get up before you get arrested.’“

Next Book: “The Eyes of the Dragon”

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ladyswillmart · 7 years ago

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Arlen Facts: Week 2

These were taken from an Alphabet meme that was making the rounds a while back, where one has to come up with some character backstory related to each word, starting with a different letter of the alphabet. I actually did finish all 26 entries on a Discord server by posting one roughly every day, and for brevity’s sake, I’ve decided to post them in more conveniently-sized chunks here.

So without further ado, here’s Week 2: H (Hobby) through M (Magic).

Today's Meme (8/8) Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

Most people who know Arlen know that he has some musical talent, he's a fair dancer and he enjoys home gardening. However, one thing very few people know about Arlen is that he is a licensed small craft airship pilot. Earning the license was part of his apprenticeship tenure for the Ironworks; simply put, to service an airship (even if said service mostly entails refurbishing its trivial metal fixings), it's helpful to understand how the blasted thing's supposed to work.

While he enjoys the occasional flight over peaceful scenery in a reliable and well-tested vehicle, the fact that he even has a license at all, coupled with his agreeable nature, makes him a prime test dummy candidate for the various brainchildren (to put it politely) of his friends Biggs and Wedge.

"I'm usually quite alright with whatever keen new deathtrap they've designed," Arlen quips, pleasantly. "Put on a helmet. Cocoon yourself in cotton wool. Flap arms really hard while airborne. Hum. Try not to look down. Try not to look up neither. And it's alright, yeah?"

Today's Meme (8/9) Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

As of late, Arlen's sleeping schedule has been highly irregular. All-nighters are usually well within the realm of possibility on any given night, especially if he's helping the Ironworks with whatever important/improbable project. As such, the lad finds it difficult to adhere to a set time and even a set place to sleep. While he now has a cosy apartment of his own, his attempts to cobble up something resembling a circadian cycle have been fruitless, and he's had far more success simply crashing out atop his bed whenever the spirit moves him--whether it's immediately after breakfast or shortly before dinner.

However, he has become a dab hand at the power nap and can sometimes be found dozing at his workbench, ilms away from the gently steaming cup of coffee that awaits the end of his ten-minute break. Otherwise, he may catch a few Z's while softly nestled on the back of Eulalie, his beloved (and generously proportioned) chocobo companion, whether she's roosting or on the flap.

Once asleep, he stills to a stone-like silence, and while Arlen obviously cannot attest to this himself, his friends report that he can be extremely difficult to wake. As such, his friend Cid felt compelled to engineer an "catastrophically loud" alarm clock/timer as a nameday gift.

Today's Meme (8/10) Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard?

Surprisingly, while ever-optimistic, Arlen remains something of a realist in matters like these. He follows the Stephen Stills method of finding and maintaining happiness:

If you can't be with the one you love, (honey), love the one you're with. (Doo doo doot doot doot doot doo-doot, etc.)

Arlen believes that chasing a carrot as impossible as perfection--not just in re the perfect love, but perfect fame, fortune, appearance, hair, social status,or simply winning a luxury yacht via a mail-in contest/magazine subscription scam--can end up derailing the train of actual happiness. After all, he has witnessed firsthand (several times) how seething ambition can utterly destroy one's life. "I do think it may be better to just let it go, sometimes," he says. "I mean just let it go, yeah? Oh, absolutely, sure, sure, keep reaching for that rainbow, dream on, never give up. But if that rainbow ever becomes a leaden weight and the tide starts getting high, you've got to cut the chain before you drown, you know?"

As far as finding a love of his own, Arlen believes he's "doing fine", whatever that may imply.

Today's Meme (8/11) Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family?

As for his birth family--Agwick Askew, his wife (and Arlen's mother) Flotilla Flounce, and twin brother Auden--Arlen mostly kept his distance. For one thing, they were seafaring folk (to put it politely), who had determined from his birth that a "milk-toast" (sic) such as Arlen would have no place on their ship. Yes, from birth. Instead of yo-ho-ho-ing it up with his parents and twin brother, the poor boy would remain aground in the Askew clan's partially vacated estate, to be raised by the household staff.

While Arlen grew up surrounded by caring and impeccably mannered adults, his relationship with his family was devoid of positive attention. As thus, there was little love lost when Agwick, in a flare of irritation during a rare visit to the household, informed the lad that he was a complete bastard. Arlen did not realize that he meant this literally until some time later, but that's another story...

Of course, in the same story, Arlen discovers his true family line, plus a Rich Uncle™ to match. Fortunately, the Mandervilles have been most welcoming and the "lost cousin" role seems to fit Arlen like... Say, not so much a kid glove, but more like a mitten with hearts all over it. His friends will also attest that the discovery of living family members seemed to lift a weight from the lad's shoulders.

Beyond that, while he is no longer cradled within the warm, forgiving bosom of his Garlond Ironworks’ apprenticeship (“And the relationship between a journeyman and his deputy president can be cold, unforgiving and more complicated than a Garlean brassiere, with lots of very annoying timetables and forms and bloody buggery receipts to lose in the bloody buggery inbox,” notes Jessie Jaye), Arlen thinks of his coworkers as second family. Likewise, his friends at the 'works know they can turn to him whenever they need a precision clock or tool, optical device, toilet seat hinge or maybe just a field medic if things come to that.

Hopefully they don't, but technology these days...

Today's Meme (8/12) Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

In most situations, Arlen tends to be a bit of a stickler for the rules. In part, this may be due to his upbringing; while his parents cavorted in their seabound haven of dubious legality and perilously little oversight, Arlen was raised on land and under the impression that "pirate"--or "privateer", for that matter, even with all the delusions of legitimacy imparted by that extra syllable--is simply not a career choice that befits a gentleman.

So sure, being raised by a team of white-glove butlers, valets, maids, cooks and gardeners may make one a bit of a goody-goody. Moreover, Arlen's tenure with Garlond Ironworks has been teaching him that some rules have far better justification for their existence than simply to "be followed" (said justification usually involving one's innate desire to not die a horrific and comically avoidable death).

"To put it wise, if you don't want to yarf up iron filings for a fortnight, wear a mask while you work," he quips, cheerfully. "Goggles too. I think about that one every time the eighteenth bell rings and I finally get to take 'em off and wipe all the crud off the lenses. Think about it."

However, Arlen (as stated on Day One) is not Lawful Good, and so he has few qualms about bending--or outright demolishing--certain rules, particularly if they are bad rules...

Today's Meme (8/15) Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

Arlen's universe is one where magic--or at the very least, the manipulation of aether in one form or another--is fairly commonplace. While certain arts and disciplines are much rarer than others, the fact that magical ability exists at all is accepted at face value. Arlen himself is a scholar of one branch--a Nymian form of tactical magic, dating to the fifth Astral era. Thought to be lost to the ages, the form has experienced something of a revival among Limsa Lominsa's student Arcanists (read: the local Nerds).

In a nutshell, the Nymian Scholarly Art utilizes a summoned fairy to assist with healing, allowing one to focus on the overall strategy of battle. Its casters serve primarily as tacticians and field medics, though the former role suits the squeamish (read: Arlen) slightly more than the latter. Though as we have brought up the topic of shock, Arlen has been employed as a field medic many times and the outcome is usually some variation of:

"He faints," notes noted veteran Lucia goe Junius. "I watched it with my own eyes once. Poor boy hit the bricks after one of my soldiers came to him needing some stitches on her hand. But he came around, dusted himself off, unraveled a spool of thread and damn near did it blind. Looking away, right, as if he could not bear the mere sight of the wound. He was white as a newborn diaper afterwards, but I suppose one must appreciate such tenacity.”

#Teatime in Eorzea #FFXIV #i gotta remember to revise this stuff before i post it

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starlightafterastorm · 7 years ago

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Cool Rider

@raptorlily prompted me with this:

Little Betty teaches Little Jughead how to ride a bike because no one at home taught him and he's too embarrassed to ask for Archie for help.

Which, OUCH. Kick me in the heart why don’t you?

So I wrote a little something. I hope you like it :D

"No ordinary boy is gonna do,

I want a rider that's cool"

- Michelle Pfeiffer, Cool Rider

“Juggie come on!”

Flamebright hair streaks down the driveway of the Andrews house. A slower yellow and pink streak meets the two boys at the end of the street. Betty Cooper’s sunshine hair is streaming behind her as she pedals wildly on her pink and teal Barbie bicycle.

The three of them are ten years old and this is the first time Betty and Archie are being allowed to go to Pop’s with no adult supervision. Archie and Betty want to waste no time and decided to bike rather than walk to the Chocklit Shoppe.

The problem is that even if Jughead had a bike, he doesn’t really know how to ride one.

His parents don’t exactly have the money to get new things. Or sometimes even hand me down things. Especially since the new baby came. Jughead loves his sister, Jellybean. She’s really cute and laughs when he makes faces and she only cried when he held her that one time. And now she's a little bit older and she can walk and talk and they can play together.

Sometimes, just sometimes though, he wishes he could just have a bike instead. Maybe if he actually had a bike, his mom or dad could take the time to teach him.

It would be nice to be able to ride with his friends instead of walking everywhere.

“Wait, Little Archie! Juggie’s walking! Wait for us!”

Archie’s redashishair bike is already a whole block ahead of them and he can’t hear Betty’s pleas.

“It’s ok Betty. Go catch up with Little Archie. I’ll meet you guys at Pop’s.”

But Betty is Betty and even though he can tell she wants to get to Pop’s and finally have a whole milkshake to herself without her mother’s eagle eye, Jughead also knows that she’s gonna walk and stay with him. The thought puts a warm feeling in his chest but that always happens around Betty so it’s easy to ignore by now.

Betty hops off of her brightly decorated bike to walk sedately next to him.

“Juggie. I can’t just leave you here. How about you ride my bike? I can sit on the handlebars. I’ve done that with Little Archie before and he only dropped me badly that one time."

Betty's makes a big deal of looking around them before leaning in closely. She brings her hand up to her mouth to make the message more covert as she speaks in a hushed voice.

"Don’t tell my mom. She thinks I crashed all by myself.”

Betty pulls back to look at him, a bright smile in place. Her eyes are sparkling with mischief and Jughead’s heart beats a little bit faster. On any other day that admission would bring out a bark of surprised laughter. But his ears are red for a different reason and he can't quite meet her eyes. He can’t even fully appreciate the fact that Betty Cooper lied to her mother. He’s too busy wondering if he can get away with fudging the truth about why he can’t do ride the bike with Betty on the handlebars.

“I can’t do that Betts.”

Betty’s head tilts and her eyes narrow in confusion before they get wide and angry.

“Because it’s pink? Jughead, it’s just a color. It’s doesn’t matter. It’s still just a bike. I can’t believe that’s something that you actually care about-”

Jughead stops them both, putting his hands on Betty’s shoulders.

“Hey. Betty. It’s not that.”

“Then what?”

Betty purses her lips, looking up at him and Jughead runs out of words. He feels clumsy and tongue tied. She raises a brow, waiting for his answer. She prompts him again.

“What?”

“I-“

Jughead feels like he’s choking on how he wants to explain himself.

“I… I don’t really know how to ride, Betty.”

Betty shakes her head a little and turns to look at her bike.

“I mean I know it’ll be a little bit hard to ride with me on the handlebars, Juggie, but I’m sure it won’t take us too long to figure it out.”

“No. Betty not that. I mean-”

She’s looking up at him so earnestly that he can’t not give her an honest answer. He’s actually surprised that neither she nor Archie have figured it out by now.

“I mean I can’t ride a bike. Any bike. I never really learned how to.”

“You can’t?”

There’s the surprise he was expecting. He can see her wince at her own tone before shaking her head and trying again.

“Ok. It doesn’t matter if you can’t Jug. How about I ride my bike and you sit on the handlebars?”

Jughead huffs out a laugh before shaking his own head in the negative.

They continue a little farther up the road, Archie’s bike far out of sight at this point. Betty keeps sneaking peeks at him. He gives her another block before she asks the question that must be burning on her tongue.

She doesn’t even last that long.

“Do you want to learn how to ride a bike? I’m sure if you asked Mr. Andrews or Little Archie, they wouldn’t mind teaching you.”

The thought of asking Archie or Mr. Andrews that, when Jughead feels like he already asks so much of them makes Jughead feel… ashamed. Mr. Andrews already feeds Jughead’s black hole of a stomach when the Jones’ don’t have enough for all four people. He taught Jughead how to play football and baseball and basketball when he was teaching Archie too. He lets Jughead and his dad crash at the Andrews’ when the fights with Jughead’s mom get really bad.

Jughead shakes his head again, unable to vocalize all of those reasons why he feels like he cant ask another thing of Archie and Mr. Andrews.

“Ok then. How about you come over this weekend and I can teach you? Little Archie’s gonna be at that Summer Junior Football Camp Thingy Whatever. You can borrow his bike! He won’t mind. I know ho to pick the lock on his garage where he locks his bike up. And then we can practice in front of the house.”

Jughead’s silent for too long. Betty is the one who stops them this time.

“If… If you think it’s something to be embarrassed about, it’s really not. You know that, right Juggie?”

Jughead nods and gives a short answer to her.

“Yeah.”

Of course Betty doesn’t accept that. She stops them again to take one of his hands and uses her other hand to forcibly turn his face to hers. She quirks an eyebrow at him, a trick he taught her two summers ago, and gives him her best sunshine smile. He knows the answer she's looking for.

“Yes.”

Betty nods and lets go of him again so they can keep walking. She continues on as if they never paused.

“And I’m sure it won’t take us very long. You've always been a quick learner.”

“Yeah, when it comes to reading books or geography.”

“And sports too, Juggie! Even though you didn’t like it, you were really good at baseball. You’ve got good hand eye coordination.”

“Yeah it’s just the running part I’m not a fan of.”

Jughead catches her eye out of the corner of his and the two of them share a smile.

“So Saturday then? And we can practice in front of the house. Or! Or we can go to that road? By the river in the forest? That big wide empty area? Nobody is ever there so it’ll just be the two of us. I can bring food for a picnic and everything!”

Jughead seems to be catching Betty’s enthusiasm. His smile comes as easy as it always does around Betty, even when he’s trying not to smile.

“Ok.”

“Ok!”

Betty giggles out her affirmation and hops a little in happiness. The sight of her so happy, even at his expense, makes Jughead’s heart twist in a good way. He doesn’t even care that it takes them another 15 minutes to get to Pop’s with an annoyed Archie already halfway through his burger.

Saturday morning is shadowed and foggy and Jughead Jones hates everything.

They’ve already been out in the forest field for almost an hour. Jughead should be grateful that the summer heat hasn’t killed the coolness of the morning heat but all he feels is dumb. He feels really dumb. Betty is super nice and patient and everything he expects Betty Cooper to be, but he can’t do anything but wobble for a few seconds before freaking out and putting his feet back on the ground. Jughead will never admit that it might also be the soft touch of Betty’s hands on his back and hands that might be causing him to overheat and keeps him from concentrating fully on silly things like balance.

“I keep telling you Betty, I don’t have any balance.”

“You just have to trust yourself Juggie. Once you get the rhythm of it, it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t have trust. I don’t have rhythm.”

Betty levels a flat look at him and it is the first time this morning that she’s had anything less than a polite, encouraging smile on her face. It makes him smile back at her.

“Ok fine. Lunch then. And then we’re going to try again. You’re going to have to go a bit faster to get the right momentum. By yourself this time.”

Betty wags her finger in his face and his grin widens.

She sets out a full picnic for the two of them. Sandwiches, cookies, and lemonade in a thermos wrapped with an ice pack. After he demolishes the lunch, Betty she uses her wide eyes to get him to try again.

“Please Juggie. You were really getting it that time.”

He puts up a bit of a fight but of course he caves because he can’t remember a time he's ever said “no” to Betty and really meant it.

It takes more time than he wants to admit, but Jughead finds out that he actually does do better when Betty stops supporting him and he goes a little bit faster. As nervous as he was to have her let go and take her hands away as a steadying source, the moment she takes her distracting hands off of him he really can concentrate better on keeping his balance. It’s a pleasant discovery realizing that he actually does have pretty good balance when he puts his mind to it.

He’s riding circles around Betty, standing next to her own bike, when she yells out a new challenge.

“That’s great Jug! Now let’s see if you can support me on the handlebars.”

Riding by himself is one thing. Riding with a precious precarious package on the handlebars is another.

“Betty! What if I drop you? What if I crash and drop us both?”

“It’ll be fine! I trust you!”

Jughead thinks that her earnest eyes will be the death of him. And it almost is for the next hour or so until they perfect balancing the both of them. He can't decide if Betty holding onto him from behind is more distracting or Betty balancing in front of him while he pedals is more distracting. In the one scenario, she's holding onto him. In the next scenario, he's holding onto her. Either way, it's not an experience Jughead feels he should let himself get used to.

They try at least three more different ways of having both of them on the bike before Betty deems Jughead an acceptable enough biker.

“We’re doing it! We’re really doing it Jughead!”

Jughead huffs and puffs a little, not used to putting in quite this much physical effort in anything.

“I think you mean I’m doing it.”

“‘It’s ‘we’ Juggie. We’re a team and we did it together.”

Jughead thinks he can get used to that.

Seven years later, Jughead Jones parks in the driveway of the Cooper house. His leather jacket fits snugly over his shoulders, the serpents on the back a symbol he thinks he’s finally gotten used to.

Betty opens the door for him even before he raises his hand to knock. Her sunshine smile twists his heart up even stronger than it used to when they were kids. He hopes the feeling never goes away.

“Juggie!”

She throws herself into his arms and he feels a little guilty they haven’t seen much of each other in the past few weeks.

“Date night? I thought we could go to Pop’s. You look like you could use a milkshake.”

“Sure. Walking?”

“I’ve got a bike.”

“A bike? When did you get a bike?”

“Viper let me borrow his.”

Betty’s head tilts and her eyes narrow in confusion before she sees the Harley parked in the driveway.

“Oh my god. Jug. Do you even have a license for this? When did you learn how to ride a motorcycle? Can I take a look at the engine?”

“Viper’s been teaching me the past couple of weeks. It’s why I’ve been so busy. And I got my license last week. You can’t exactly be in a biker gang without knowing how to ride a bike. I’d ask Viper before looking at the engine though.”

Betty bites her lip and Jughead can see the excitement in her eyes as she runs her fingers over the handlebars. Jughead pulls her away with some difficulty, caging her in his arms even as she’s still twisted around to look at the bike. That sunshine smile is still on her face. She turns the full force of it to him and he can’t be blamed for being unable to resist kissing her.

Betty throws her arms over his shoulders, sinking into the kiss immediately and pressing herself ever closer. It’s a kiss that lingers, a kiss trying to make up for lost time, and it sends fizzy bubbles skittering up Jughead’s spine at the sweet heat of it. Jughead kisses her once, twice, three times more before he leans back slightly. Just barely keeping his lips out of reach, he and Betty are still sharing breaths when he asks,

“Want me to teach you how to ride it? I’ve got to return the favor after all."

#bughead #riverdale #betty cooper #jughead jones #raptorlily #kiki's adventures in writing #fanfic #thanks for the prompt!#I hope you liked it!#I definitely needed a distraction from my other fic #is this ok?#was there enough actual bike riding/teaching in it?#because most of it was just the actual buildup #i definitely like my ending though #i like things coming full circle

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nuna-rants · 8 years ago

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camp f*ck

pairing: park jimin x oc genre/rating: smut, mature themes, language words: 11.3k summary: you're working at a camp (kinda like camp rock) sexually frustrated and very single, when the camp suddenly decides to make more money by opening their doors for older "kids". you come across park jimin, who makes it more than clear that he would like to get to know you better in more than one way

It was my third year as a staff member in this music camp - I like to keep names out - and all those teenagers having seen American Pie, thinking they would get it on there, were starting to annoy me. The camp had the purpose of freeing minds and developing talents and not finding someone to hook up.

Well, of course some couldn't keep their hands from each other, but that's what the staff was for - next to leading classes and other things - making sure no one was doing something they would regret sooner or later.

It gets kind of frustrating when you are in your twenties and have no sex life whatsoever and you try to keep hormonal teenagers away from each other. But little did I know that soon someone would have to keep me - well, us - from doing things. I'll get to that later.

That was the summer of '63... No, I'm just kidding. It was last year, when the camp changed their age restrictions, because they thought it would bring in some more money. We had been doing a special program for younger kids already and the camp leader - my boss - thought it was a good idea to also let some older people in. Older as in tweens. I don't consider myself a tween anymore, but my boss likes to think we are all young fresh people and it would be nice to have some campers that are on eye-level. Needless to say, the staff had to be extended and some had to do more shifts. And guess what, I was one of the lucky ones. But if you have to pay back a college debt, you agree to anything that gives you more money.

Anyways, now my schedule was not only trying to keep teens from fucking each other senseless, but also young adults from going against the law by trying to get into underaged kids pants and on top of that I had the swimming, canoe, lyric writing, drum and dance class. You can tell I was gonna be busy that summer. Oh and I was... I was.

Okay, getting back. Our boss had sent us the notice of older people being allowed to camp two months before summer vacations were starting and made sure to assign us to our classes etc. so I had enough time to come to terms with having to teach something to people my age. It was already hard to be somewhat of an authority to teenagers, but people who were closer to my age would just laugh at me - or well the whole staff for that matter. I remembered the guys in college and could only face palm.

Working staff had to be at the camp site two days early to prepare everything, so when I drove through the entrance that was surrounded by trees, I was surprised to see that there were several new lodges. Our boss must've planned this some time ago and just gave notice to us when it was all set.

When I parked my car on the assigned lot, I saw some of my co-workers already in their camp shirts going about business. I moaned in agony at the amount of work that was awaiting me the next few weeks.

I got up to the main lodge for the staff and was greeted by my best friend. We had started to work there together back then and stuck to it. She made this place less work and a bit more fun for me. But I doubted we would get enough time off to actually do anything entertaining this summer.

"Hey, girl." She hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey!" I smiled at her and looked around the place. "A lot has changed here."

"Yeah, boss is taking this thing seriously, I guess. But not that I mind! We got new beds in our lodge!" She clapped excitedly.

"Awesome! At least my back will get some rest." I sighed out. "Did you see the schedule? I won't have time to breathe at all."

"But we'll get to look at some hot boys this year!" My friend grinned from ear to ear.

"Oh my god. It's already hard enough to keep the campers from being disgusting and now you too?"

"Ah, come on! Let's just enjoy the good sides of it and also the good sides of those yummy guys."

"And yet they'll probably be younger than you!" I couldn't believe her. She was acting like one of those teens and the campers weren't even there yet. Maybe they weren't hot or - which was probably more accurate - no one would come.

"Someone hasn't gotten anything in a while, huh?" She winked at me.

"That's not the point." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well anyways, let's get to work."

The two days prior to the official opening were already taking it's toll on me. We had to prepare so much it was ridiculous. As the teenagers and the older campers were not supposed to be mixed up, we had to plan accordingly. That meant when the teens had free time to go swim or something, the older ones were supposed to have their classes. We definitely didn't need the older guys flirting with fifteen year olds or younger.

When the opening day finally arrived, I wasn't thrilled at all. My friend - her name is Meg by the way - had trouble getting me out of bed and into camp mood. But as soon as the first cars with parents and excited kids came rolling up to the parking lot, I smiled the brightest smile possible. You gotta do what you gotta do. Real happiness only started to seep in when my favorites had arrived. Some kids came every year and I got some talented ones in my classes I was very proud of.

Soon I forgot about all the negatives and actually enjoyed the day. To my luck, I was assigned to get the girls from twelve to fifteen into their lodges and explain everything to them. I really didn't feel like doing that with twenty year olds who would just laugh at me. I wondered how people at that age actually considered coming here. While I was helping one of the girls make her bed my gaze wandered out the window and I saw the sun reflecting on the big lake, eluminating the beautiful scenery. Well yeah. I was even older and loved it here, so it was kinda understandable. And the most of us were pretty decent teachers, so it was a really cool experience.

Suddenly someone blocked my view. A very good looking guy in a leather jacket was walking by with his duffel bag, running his hand through his bright orange hair. Normally I would judge people with crazy hair colors, but it looked like fire was floating around his face and I couldn't look away. Only when two of the girls started giggling, did I get out of my stupor.

"What are you giggling about?" I asked amused.

"That boy looked super cute." They both said in unison while holding their fists in front of their faces and jumping around.

"Don't get any ideas, girls! Those guys are taboo! They are too old and you know the camp rules!" I pointed my finger at them and they giggled some more before retreating to their beds.

"That applies to all of you!" I looked around, raising my brows at the older ones who started to laugh.

After assigning the sleeping lodges, the camp staff started to prepare the main stage. It was going to be an introductory event and I was supposed to do the main mc-ing. I had done it last year already, so I knew what I was doing, but somehow I was nervous this time. It was probably due to some of the audience being older than what I was used to.

When it got time for the event, someone in the main office announced it through the speakers - which were scattered all over the camp - so everyone knew what was going on.

Slowly the younger and older kids started to gather around. Soon the new "of age" campers joined too and I was surprised at how many they actually were - well it was just a group of fifteen people from the age seventeen to twentyone, but it were more than I expected. And it were more guys than I had expected. There were only five girls, who looked like they could be in a girl group or something and they seemed to know that, because there was hair being flipped and short skirts sported.

I sighed. I would have to tell them to wear at least shorts, because the teen boys would not survive this. Even the female staff had to wear those stupid mid thigh shorts or long jeans. I silently judged the world for doing this to us women every day, but for now I kept it low.

As soon as I thought that all the campers were there, I gave a sign to open my mic.

"Hello everyone! Welcome to our camp!" I said loudly and the crowd cheered.

"I hope you settled down in your lodges and had the time to get to know some of your roommates!" Again cheering and hands being raised in the air.

I looked at the "adults" in the back. They were seemingly bored by this and I wondered if their parents had forced most of them to come here. I doubted they were already living alone nor were they here on their own accord - at least not those barbie girls. Probably some last hope to get those „plastics“ to become normal.

"Okay. Let's start with the program! We're gonna introduce everyone by showing you what our teachers have in store for you! Are you excited?" I tried to animate them and it worked for most of the campers, but the older ones in the back just continued talking to each other and fooling around.

"First up is Jooheon, he is your rap teacher and will show you some sick verses!" I clapped my hands to indicate for the crowd to do the same and when I gave the mic to Jooheon he was greeted with loud applause and cheers.

"Yo! Long time no see!"

The girl group was suddenly very attentive in the back and tried to come closer to show their sexy – I don’t know what – to Jooheon, who was just enjoying his performance, making the crowd go along with him during the hey’s and ho’s and completely ignoring the plastics. It was pretty amusing.

I was standing in the back watching the scenery unfold, when I suddenly noticed that orange haired guy again. Instead of watching the performance, he was looking at me. Normally I was used to guys sometimes stealing a glance and I didn't make much of it, but as soon as he saw me staring back, he smirked. That totally caught me off guard and I almost missed my queue to get back on stage and introduce the next person.

"Uhm, thank you Jooheon! That was awesome!" I clapped in his direction once more, the girls trying to follow him when he came down the stage and I thought how he would have to live with them for the next few months. I had to surpress a laugh before I could continue.

"I hope a lot of you guys have signed up for his class! You will have a lot of fun!" I directed the last sentence more into his direction and I saw him holding his fist up, which was the „save for kids“ flipping off we used in the camp.

When I got back to my next introduction I tried really hard not to look at the guy in the back, but he was staring at me so intently, it made my insides churn.

"Well, next up is Meg with a self composed song! She will be your vocal and composing teacher for this summer, have fun!" I said, while never breaking eye contact with that guy and when he smirked again I totally forgot I was still on stage, until Meg came up to me and had to pull the mic out of my hands.

She mouthed "what's wrong" at me, but I just went to the back and tried to concentrate on Meg's performance. She sang a song I had composed - we tended to write lyrics for each other, it had become a thing - and I wanted to focus on only that. But that was rather easy, because Meg had a beautiful voice and soon I was closing my eyes and humming along. When the song was over and I opened my eyes again, the first thing I noticed was the guy again. But this time he was smiling at me and I immediately looked away. What was wrong with me? I was acting like one of the giggling teenage girls. I had to forget about this, because I was the next to perform and I needed to concentrate on that.

Meg handed me the mic and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. She knew something was up and she would bombard me with questions later, I was sure of it.

"Wasn't that wonderful?" More cheers. "By the way, that song was composed by me. I will be another of your composing tutors and now to the next performer! Me!" I got the mic stand and placed the mic on it to leave it aside. Behind me was a big drum kit set up and I went to sit down in front of it. The drum sticks were placed on the snare and I grabbed them, spinning one of them once.

I hadn't practiced a set, having told my boss I would just do an improvised solo. Before I started I reached my arms in the air, tapping the sticks against each other and shouting "one, two, three". And then I dived into my own world. Whenever I played the drums I got so lost, just like with dancing, but this was something else. I could vent out all my anger and frustrations on the drums and some people had told me before that I looked so passionate about it and that it was fascinating to watch.

I was just glad I had my hair in a bun, because I was doing an intense set and I didn't want to look too much of a crazy rocker bride or something. After all, it was only to impress the kids.

When I finished my solo with a last drum roll and threw the sticks away, I was greeted with a loud wave of screaming and cheering. Satisfied I grinned like an idiot and got the sticks back from the floor where I had thrown them. My hair was a bit messy after this session and before I got back to the mic to introduce the next tutors, I tugged at the rubber band, letting my hair fall over my shoulders. That's when I noticed the guy in the crowd again. I had totally forgotten about him. He had his eyes on me again, but he was staring with his mouth open and I had to grin, because now I was the one in charge. I swirled my hair back into a bun, making it look decent again.

I got to the mic once more, leaving it in the stand, because next would be Glenn with his guitar.

"I hope you guys liked it and that I will see some of you during my drum lessons! Next up is Glenn, he'll be your guitar and vocal teacher!" I stretched the last letters and pointed at my co-worker, who was coming on stage.

This continued on for some time, as we had twenty tutors on camp and thirty people in total. And everyone needed to be introduced. When we finally were over with it, the sun started to set already and I told the crowd that we would do a campfire there later that day with some jam sessions and everybody was allowed to bring their instruments.

When everyone was retreating to their lodges, getting ready for the evening event, Meg, me and some other workers stood behind to put the drums and other electronics away.

I was busy unscrewing the single drums, one by one, to get them into their boxes, when suddenly someone held my sticks in front of my nose from behind.

"That was pretty dope." The voice of a guy said and I turned around to see orange hair. Out of shock I stumbled backwards and almost fell over the bass drum. But the guy held onto my wrist just in time and pulled me forward which caused us to bump together. We were definitely too close, because I could smell his perfume and it made my knees weak. When I tried to push myself away from him I felt his broad chest underneath my hands. I let go immediately, feeling heat rise up inside of me.

"You okay?" He looked genuinly concerned.

"Uhm, yeah... I'm fine." I dusted off my pants, even though there was nothing on them and turned around again to continue putting the drums away. From the corner of my eye I saw Meg watching the spectacle amusedly.

"Good, because I still need you to teach me that." He pointed with the sticks he was still holding to the bass drum I had almost destroyed with my clumsy body.

"Yeah, okay. See you in class then." I still had my back to him, hoping he wouldn't walk around me to see my red face. I didn't like how my body was reacting to that guy and I especially didn't like it that I was attracted to a younger man.

"It was nice meeting you." He placed the sticks next to me on the platform the drums were standing on and I heard him walk down and away from the stage.

I let out a moan and slapped my hand against my forehead.

"Well, that was interesting."

"God, don't scare me like that!" I held onto my chest and sighed out loud.

"It seems like you DID notice some of the hot boys." Meg punched me lighty on the shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" I tried to avoid the topic and went to unscrew the hi-hat.

"You know what I am talking about. That guy totally has the hots for you and you have trouble keeping your panties dry!" She laughed out loud.

"MARGARET!" I looked up at her the hi-hat in my hand, holding onto it tightly.

"Dude... Chill, okay? I was just joking." She crossed her arms over her chest.

I grumbled to myself and put the object in it's box. "I'm sorry. I... just..."

"What's going on? I already noticed earlier that something was off."

I really didn't want to tell Meg, that I was acting like a hormonal teen, because of some guy who was staring at me, but she was my best friend and she would find out sooner or later anyways.

"That guy was staring at me the whole time during the event and my hormones decided to betray me and go wild over him."

"I knew it!" She exlaimed and jumped in joy. "You're finally getting laid!"

"Jesus Christ, Meg!" I glared at her and almost spat the words. "The others are right over there in hearing range and I would like to keep my job!"

"My god, that guy is not a teenager and you are as dry as the desert. Some fun would do you good!" She winked and I just shook my head. "Actually, I have my eyes on one of the new staff members." Meg slightly pointed her head sideways in the direction of the guys carrying the equipment back to the storage room. "That guy with the glasses. I kinda like nerdy."

"Just because someone is wearing glasses, doesn't make them a nerd, Meg." I rolled my eyes.

"I know, I know. But still..." She looked into the direction of our co-worker and when he noticed her, she waved at him and threw one of her man killing smiles at him. He looked flustered and almost ran into the wall in front of him.

"Dear god..."

"What? Just let me have some fun." She pouted at me.

"Come on, help me get this stuff packed away, so we can start to set up the camp fire."

After an hour of preparation, the logs that were set up in front of the stage were now repositioned in a big circle around a fire place made out of stone and in the middle was the camp fire sizzling and flickering. Some of the campers were already there, playing guitar or singing, when Sojung - the piano tutor - announced the opening of the camp fire. Soon everybody was settled on the logs and we started the jam session.

I was sitting next to Meg and some of my kids, when I noticed the oranged haired guy on the other side of the fire. His face was illuminated by the light and his hair looked even more like flames. When he noticed me he smiled. I looked away and continued to sing along to Glenn who was playing the guitar and singing one of his songs. I was feeling hot, but not because of the fire in front of me.

Meg elbowed me in the side having noticed him staring at me and I hissed at her to not look, but when I thought no one was watching me I would steal a glance at him again. He was talking to some of the other guys his age, only to be interrupted by one of the younger kids pulling at his sleeve. The kid was holding up one of the wooden sticks we had given out to roast marshmallows over the fire. When the guy looked down to the kid he smiled and excused himself from the others. Taking the boy by the hand he walked further to the fire and took the stick out of the kids' hand placing it over the fire. He was talking animatedly with the boy and seeing them laugh together was warming my heart... and some other parts of me. Men with kids - which woman doesn't get weak at that sight?

Suddenly the guy looked over at me and I was caught off guard, trying to look away. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him whispering something to the kid, only for the latter to suddenly look at me too and then walking into my direction. I was surprised when the boy stopped in front of me his marshmallow stick in his hand.

"He said he wants to invite you to a marshmallow and asked me to give this to you." He handed me the stick pointing at the orange haired guy and waited for me to start eating.

I glanced at the guy over the fire and he smiled so brightly that his eyes disappeared. It was kinda cute, but at first I wanted to give the marshmallow back and let the boy eat it, but he looked like he wouldn't let me. So I blew on the sweet treat several times for it to cool down and then opened my mouth to pull it off the stick with my teeth. Sadly it was a bit messy, so some of it got stuck to my lips and I had to laugh, which made the boy laugh too. I licked my lips clean and looked up again only to witness the guy biting his lower lip. When he noticed I had seen it, he widened his eyes and turned around. That was the second time that day that he was flustered. It felt kind of satisfying.

The rest of the evening went by pretty quickly and when the younger kids were brought to their lodges by the camp staff, the older ones were allowed to stay behind and go to the lake to watch the fireflies. Some of us had to stay behind too to make sure the non-adults were not gonna go into the water or do something else that was not part of the camp rules or would be dangerous.

Soon most of the teens that were staying out longer got tired and my co-workers went to bed too. But I felt like staying behind. I sat on the small wooden pier, my feet in the lukewarm water, watching the fireflies flying over the dark lake. It was a beautiful scenery and it excused all the work I had to do.

The water was still warm enough from the sun having heatened it up all day, so I decided to swim just a few rounds before going to bed.

As I was assigned for the swim classes, I was also kind of the attendant and had to wear a swim suit or at least a bikini underneath for emergencies. It was just the first day so I only had my pink bikini on. I stood up and got rid of my shoes, so I could take off my pants. Soon my camp shirt followed and was forgotten on the pier. I jumped head first into the water and let the liquid surround me. I had always loved water and swimming and when I started this job I was more than happy to be able to take over the swim class and sometimes dive into the lake at night when I had time off.

Just like with drumming and dancing, I could just forget everything around me when I was floating on the water. The fluid running in and out of my ears drowned out every sound and I closed my eyes to just enjoy the peace. At some point - it must have been at least half an hour - I got up, because I wanted to swim some lanes. That's when I noticed him. He was standing on the pier, just in swim trunks and his well shaped form was glistening in the moonlight. I felt like the scene was out of one of those twilight movies the girls were constantly talking about. How stupid and cheesy. But I couldn't stop staring and I was sure he was smirking at me.

And then he dove into the water. I searched for him, but he didn't get up to the surface. I panicked a bit, thinking he had hit his head or something, but then suddenly he appeared right in front of me and I backed away.

"Hey." He said, using both his hands to push his wet hair back.

The sight was so overwhelming I couldn't move away and just stared. His strong arms and the chest I had been pushing away earlier, all of it revealed for me to swoon over. I followed the water drops that were flowing down his neck onto his bare chest, feeling my insides tightening. I was begging god to help me and get away from there, before I would forget myself and do something I shouldn't.

We were both floating on the water our arms moving constantly to balance us on the surface. He smiled again and it was so charming, I felt like that marshmallow melting on the stick.

He noticed me staring and smirked before coming closer. Suddenly I had his wet lucious lips in my view and I wanted to die right then and there for thinking about kissing those damn lips. But I contained myself and moved a bit away.

"Hi." I finally said and he came closer once more making me retreat. Soon we were swimming in circles, because he was following me and trying to get near me.

When I turned around to swim away for real, he grabbed my wrist. He was too strong for me and pulled me up close in one swift motion, our chests suddenly touching. Bare skin on bare skin made my groin react in a way I didn't want it to react, but he was so sexy with his wet hair and his dark eyes.

I looked at him and he looked right back, never letting go of my arm. The air was prickling on my wet skin and my heart was beating too fast. He let his hand slide up towards my shoulder and when he reached behind my neck, the baby hairs there rose up and a shiver run down my spine from the touch. Suddenly he pulled at the string of the bikini top. He smirked at me, but not once did he let his gaze wander, not even when my top fell down and revealed my breasts.

I didn't know what had gotten into me, but I didn't want him to stop.

He moved his hand further up to caress my cheek and then he brushed a strand of wet hair out of the way. The other hand was busy grabbing my waist and making sure that our bodies were touching and I could feel his growing erection on my thigh. I got flustered by this intimate moment, but a part of me begged him to go on and touch me everywhere.

I was sure I was going to burst into flames and join the fireflies in the air. This guy made me feel things I haven't felt in so long and I didn't even care anymore that I was going against the rules.

"I'm-" I was interupted mid sentence by his luscious plump lips suddenly crashing onto mine. He pressed himself even closer to me and I moved my arms around his neck making my nipples grace his chest. The sensation spurred me on to envelope his torso with my legs making our crotches touch. He moaned into my mouth and with all sanity lost, I took the chance to deepen our lip lock. He was caught off guard, but soon smiled into the kiss and moved his tongue along with mine. We explored each other thoroughly and I felt his bulge growing harder. I was sure we would end up having sex in this very lake without having spoken more than two sentences with each other, but I didn't care. I held onto the back of his neck for dear life, wanting us to be as close as possible.

Out of nowhere I suddenly heard my name being called. Feeling like I got slapped in the face, I realized what I was doing and with whom I was doing it. I grabbed my top and started to panic.

"Go! We cannot be seen together!" I tried to tie my bikini top back together behind my neck, but in my nervous state I didn't manage to do so. Instead of fleeing the scene, he grabbed the straps and tied them together for me. Knowing the person searching for me would soon be close enough to see us together, I slapped him on the arm, motioning for him to scoot.

"Who cares if someone sees us? It's not like it's illegal." He let himself float on the back and just laughed.

I was starting to get frustrated and angry - I wanted to keep my job.

"Yeah, well it still so happens that in the camp rules it says that no one is allowed to have any kind of relationship with campers and especially camp workers are to be cautious. So thank you for making me lose my job!" I pushed some of the water into his direction out of anger. "It's only the first day and I am already screwed. Fuck damn it!"

Suddenly he dived under water and was gone, before I heard the voice calling for me again. "Hey, there you are!"

"Meg?" I abruptly turned around and tried to stay as calm as I could, hoping she wouldn't notice anything.

"What are you doing out here alone in the lake? I thought we wanted to grab a snack and have some gossip time while doing the night watch?"

"Oh yeah. Uhm.. I just wanted to swim for a bit and relax after the long day. I'll come soon, okay?" I forced a smile on my face and was glad, that Meg was a few feet away and that it was dark.

"Okay. See you later then!" She waved at me and turned her back to the lake.

Right at that second something grabbed me and it took everything in me not to scream. When Meg was out of sight I dove under water, only to see him right under me. We both came back to the surface and I wanted to slap him for being such an idiot.

"Are you stupid?" I said furiously.

"No." He just winked and came closer again.

"Go away! I can't believe I let you do this..." I turned around, ready to swim to the shore, but he once again grabbed my leg and made me go under water.

When I came back up I was coughing madly.

"Yah! What the fuck?!" I pushed him against the chest.

"We're not finished yet." He said while smirking.

"Oh yes we are." I retreated once more, but not leaving him out of sight this time. When I was finally out of the water, he was still inside and just looked at me sheepishly sticking his tongue out. I didn't like that look at all, so I grabbed my clothes and ran away. I heard him laugh behind me and I thought about how this would be a damn long summer. And I didn't even know his fucking name or his age for that matter. If he was underage I would kill myself for sure. Although he said it wasn't illegal and that body could not belong to a seventeen year old...

The next few days were rather busy and I didn't have a thought to spare for that orange haired guy and his sinful body. But then came the day when dance lessons started and I had the honor to do the sixteen and over class. I was waiting for my students to arrive, while I was stretching in front of the mirror. The older campers were mainly just having fun at the lake or doing some of the instrumental classes, but none of them took part in the tougher activities, so I didn't expect any of them to come today. But when I saw orange hair through the mirror, I wanted to cry. I knew I would see him sooner or later, but I'd rather later.

He came in with two of his friends I had seen him with during the camp fire and soon some of the younger ones followed behind. When he noticed me he had this smirk on his face again. I tried to ignore it, so I welcomed everyone and got my list of participants.

"I will call out your name, so I know who you are for the next few weeks."

I went through the list and one after another raised their hands. I recognized some of them from the past years and was happy to see them back.

"Park, Jimin?" I said into the general direction of the students, when suddenly orange haired guy raised his hand.

"That would be me." He said and winked. Some of the girls were staring at him with longing eyes and I wanted to be hit by a truck.

At least I now knew his name. Jimin.

Dance class went by rather quickly, as most of them were already advanced and didn't need to learn the basics, so we got into the routine faster than I thought and despite having Jimin there, I was able to concentrate on the moves instead of him. Although I would once in a while steal a glance through the mirror, because he was clad in a black tank top, showing his biceps and working his body like a pro. Actually all three of them seemed like they didn't really need my class.

When we were finished after two hours, I waved my students goodbye and went to the bench where my towel and water bottle were waiting for me. I hadn't noticed that one person had been staying behind, so I was surprised to see Jimin standing in front of the mirror and doing some moves I had taught before.

"Don't you have somewhere to go?" I asked while taking a sip of water and then wiping some sweat off my forehead. I couldn't wait to take a shower.

"Nope." He ran his hand through his hair and I hated how this movement affected me so much. I took another big gulp of water from my bottle, trying to focus on that task. But Jimin used that moment to take a few steps forward until he was standing in front of me. I almost choked on the liquid.

"Are you trying to kill me? This is the second time you make me almost drown." I stared at him angrily.

"From a water bottle?" He looked amused and I wanted to wipe that smile off his face. But I also wanted to kiss him senseless and this ordeal killed me.

"Whatever..." I turned around to grab my stuff, so I could get out of there and not do something stupid again.

But Jimin blocked my way, crossing his arms over his chest and I noticed the sweat on his biceps. God damn I was going to hell.

"You're a good dancer. And drummer. And swimmer. Is there something else you're good at?" He smirked at me the same way he did at the lake and I could feel my core tightening from his look.

"Yeah, well you could say I can write some good lyrics. Maybe come to my class." I said sarcastically.

"I will come... for sure." He said nonchalantly and I felt my cheeks heating up.

Suddenly he came closer again and my legs moved backwards until I suddenly felt the cold mirror on my back. He placed one hand on the surface next to my face to trap me there. He grabbed the water bottle I was still holding in my hand and threw it to the side. I watched as it rolled under the bench and when I felt him moving my chin towards his face again, I knew I was fucked. Literally.

"You want me. And I want you. So why are you trying to run away?" He was now only inches away from me and his breath was tickling my skin. I wanted him, yes. So bad.

"I can't. I told you it's forbidden."

"But isn't that the thrill of it?" His lips ghosted over mine and I had already closed my eyes, waiting for him to just do whatever he wanted with me.

"But you're younger than me..." I said it more to myself, trying to remind me why exactly this was not a good idea.

"So what? Screw that. I am twenty for gods sake and I can do whatever I want... whoever I want." He said the last part so lowly, I almost missed it and then his lips were on mine and everything was forgotten.

I grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him up to me, his other hand joining the one on the mirror, trapping me in between. I held onto the tank top and balled my hands into fists, deepening the kiss. We were hungry for each other and with every lip lock it got rougher and rougher until our tongues started to circle around one another, exploring and searching for more. We both wanted so much more and when he moved one thigh in between my legs, rubbing it against my folds I let out a moan.

"You're so hot." Jimin said while his mouth was leaving butterfly kisses down my neck and onto my collarbone. He was leaning closer, resting his elbows on the mirror, pressing his body onto mine. "I want you so bad. From the first moment I saw you." He whispered into my ear. To punctuate that sentence, he lightly bit down on my neck and then sucked on it.

I shivered from the gesture. That spot was my weakness and he noticed, because he continued to suck on it.

"Don't leave marks..." I said with the last bits of sense.

He licked over the bruised skin and moved back to my face, capturing my lips once more.

I was going to hell for this.

Suddenly the lust got the best of me and I moved my right hand down his chiseled body, before making my way into his loose grey sweatpants. It was as if he knew we would end up here, because there were no boxers underneath. I wondered if it wasn't inconvenient during dance practice, but forgot about it real quick. Before I could think twice, I grabbed his growing bulge and tugged on it once.

The moan Jimin let out was so damn sinful, I thought I would come just from the sounds he was making.

"Oh god..." He hissed before kissing me hungrily.

Suddenly he let go of me and moved away.

I was so out of it, I needed a moment to realize what was going on.

"I really don't want you losing your job. But I want you so bad. Can we meet somewhere private?"

I had to hold onto the mirror for support, not trusting my legs after this heated session. I tried to think, but my mind was still fuzzy. "Uhm..."

"Fuck. You look so hot standing there..." He raised his head up to the ceiling, trying to not look at me and ran his hands through his hair.

"And you... you need to stop doing that. It drives me crazy." I nodded my head into his direction.

"What, this?" He ran his right hand through his hair once more.

"Yes. That." I said, biting my lip.

"Sorry, it's a habit." He smirked. "But now seriously. I don't want to fuck you in this open area where kids could come in. I might be horny as fuck right now, but I have so much sense left in me."

"You didn't mind at the lake."

"Well, we were alone and your co-worker finding us wouldn't be that bad of a thing. I think it's exciting." He had this dazed look on his face and I wanted to jump him so bad. But he was right.

"Let's meet after bedtime hour at around eleven. There is this storage room next to the stage area." I said, not believing I was agreeing to this.

"I know where. Okay. God, I don't know if I'll survive until then." Jimin came closer again, grabbing my face with both hands and capturing my lips once more. Before it could turn into a make out session again, he reluctantly let go of me and ran out of the practice lodge.

The only thing I could think of was him sporting a boner while walking around outside with young girls everywhere. I hoped he noticed before someone would kick him out of the camp and I would continue to be a dry desert.

Despite my tight schedule, I had a really hard time not thinking about Jimin and our meeting later that night.

It was so wrong and only a few days earlier I was preaching how it was against the rules and that Meg should not be thinking about hot younger boys and now here I was - giddy for a steamy date in a storage room with a camper who was probably costing me my job.

After a long day of trying to get twelve year olds to keep their legs and arms inside a canoe and not falling out of it, having a jam session with the drum class, explaining my lyricist students what it means to write your feelings into a song and watching the kids swim in the lake, I was finally able to get to the sleeping lodge and take a long shower. I had night watch around the storage room area and the lodges of the older campers, so hopefully no one was gonna interupt us.

I still couldn't believe this was happening, but he made me feel like a hormonal teenager again.

The hot shower helped me relax a bit and I was glad Meg was doing the night watch at the girls lodge on the other side of the camp, so I didn't have to answer her curious questions. She always knew when something was up, but honestly - I wasn't good at keeping secrets and she could tell whenever I was acting weird.

I made sure to shave every part of my body and put some lotion on. This was like I was preparing for my first time and not a damn one night stand. I had to snort at myself for this ridiculous behaviour. But hey, self consciousness all the way.

Back in my underwear and shorts I thought about only putting on my hoodie and leaving the shirt, but I didn't want to come off as desperate. Well, okay I was. But he didn't need to know that. So I ended up with my camp worker shirt and the hoodie. I put my hair in a loose bun and got my keys and flash light.

Jimin and I had agreed to meet at eleven, so I had to walk around for another hour before we would see each other and my adrenaline level was already at a maximum. That's what you get out of two years with no sex.

I was taking my third route around the area I was assigned to, when I came across the storage room's entrance. The flash light was illuminating only small bits of the floor and I was watching the grass moving under my feet, trying to not think about the "date". Suddenly someone grabbed my arm and before I knew what was happening I was inside the storage room.

In an instant I felt plush lips on mine and when I smelled the familiar perfume, I kissed back.

There were no words spoken, only the sound of mouths smacking together could be heard.

After a while I needed to take a breath and moved my head back.

"Hey." Jimin said lowly, biting his lower lip.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, the flash light having fallen on the floor and lighting up our legs. I saw his gaze wandering over my face and ever so often landing on my mouth.

"You're early..." Was the only thing I could say.

"I couldn't wait any longer." And with that he grabbed the back of my head and devoured my lips once more.

His other hand reached down to my waist, only to go further to squeeze my right ass cheek, making our crotches touch. The kisses were getting more sloppy and when he bit down on my lower lip I hissed into his mouth before swiping my tongue against his own wet muscle.

My hands had found their way into his hair, holding onto it tight, making him moan from the pull on his scalp.

I wanted to feel more of him, so I moved my right leg up encircling the back of his thigh. When I felt his erection against my groin I smiled, causing him to stop kissing me.

"What?" He asked amusedly.

"Nothing. I'm just glad you're wearing sweatpants again." I said, licking my lips.

"Well, I came prepared." He said huskily and groped my ass with both hands this time.

"Oh really?" I had no idea where this daring attitude of mine came from, but he seemed to like it, because he smirked.

"Really." He suddenly pushed me back slightly and I looked at him confused for a second, only to stare in awe when he unzipped his red hoodie to bare his abs.

I let out a sigh and bit my lower lip.

"You like what you see?" He said while slowly removing the rest of the hoodie and letting it fall on the floor.

I only nodded my head and when he was about to come closer again I held up my hand, stopping him. He looked at me questioningly, raising a brow.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just noticed that this wooden floor will be anything but comfortable..." I wrinkled my nose and looked down at his feet.

He let out a short laugh, before getting the flash light from the floor and illuminating the room a bit, searching for something.

Then he suddenly made an "ah" sound and moved behind me. I turned around only to see an old mattress placed against a wall behind some boxes.

I wouldn't call it exactly romantic or sexy to move around heavy dirty boxes and equipment, but watching Jimin only in sweatpants and flexing his muscles while getting those things out the way, was quite the show.

"What are you looking at?" He said, when he was bending over, placing down two boxes.

"Your ass." I said nonchalantly. He stuck his tongue out and smiled.

After that he moved his body in ways that made sure I would see his butt at all times and I had to laugh at his cheekiness.

When the mattress was finally lying on the floor, he went back to where his hoodie was and grabbed it. Before I could ask what he was doing, he neatly placed it on the self-made "bed".

"Better than nothing." He winked and then motioned for me to come closer.

As soon as I was in reach, he took my hand and pulled me onto the mattress. I fell down with an "oof" and he landed right on top of me.

"Definitely better." He said, his face just inches from mine and when I felt his bulge against my groin, I reached up around his neck and dragged him down to press my lips on his.

"Less talking, more doing." I said in between kisses and I felt his mouth forming a smile, before he opened it and gave way for a more intimate lip lock.

Soon Jimin started to move away from my lips and made his way across my jawline and to my neck to place small kisses there. When he reached the collar of my hoodie he tugged on the bottom. "This needs to go."

I immediately reached my arms up in the air, motioning for him to remove the unnecessary clothes. He quickly moved both my shirt and the hoodie up and over my head and arms, only to throw them away carelessly.

He was hovering over me, arms on both sides of my face to support his weight, his focus once again not on my breasts but my eyes. I wondered if he didn't like that part of a woman. He seemed to notice me being somewhere else with my thoughts and furrowed his brows.

"Is something wrong?"

"Do you not like tits?" It took him a while to get the question, but soon he was laughing and moving back up to kneel between my legs.

"What?" I asked, lifting myself up and supporting my weight on my elbows.

"You know..." He said lowering his head, smiling that sheepish yet dirty smile and letting his gaze wander down my body to my nether regions. "I like tits, especially yours, but I prefer something else a bit more."

I didn't get it at first, but when he moved his hand to the zipper of my shorts I understood. My insides started to tingle and I let myself fall back on the mattress.

Instead of unzipping the shorts though, he let his hand slide over my stomach and to the side of my body, moving his face closer to me again until it was directly in between my breasts. Cupping the right one with his one hand he removed the bra from the other, baring it for him to see. With a smirk on his face he suddenly encircled my nipple with his lips and sucked on it. A low moan escaped my mouth, closing my eyes to feel the sensation of his tongue playing with the nub.

"I'm sorry if I didn't give you guys enough attention..." He said to my breasts and moved his left hand down again, letting his fingers wander underneath the waistband of my shorts and panties. "But I like her more." To accentuate his statement he pressed his fingers into my folds making me moan out loud and arching my back.

I hadn't been touched by a man in so long, I was already getting wet.

"God, you sound so sexy." He said while kissing his way down from my erect nipple to my belly button and further. He had removed his hand again only to finally unzip my pants. "I want to hear more of that." He swiftly grabbed both the shorts and my panties and pulled them down forcefully. The look he had on his face while my womanhood came into view was so damn sinful, I was sure I wouldn't survive this without turning into mush.

When the pants reached my ankles, he removed my sneakers and pulled the remaining clothes off. Satisfied with me lying naked in front of him he grabbed my thighs and dove directly down to my pussy.

The first lick against my clit sent shivers through my body and the moan that escaped me almost sounded inhuman.

"Oh my god." Was the only thing I was able to say as his tongue moved in circles over the sensitive nob.

I had already guessed that he knew what he was doing with his tongue when we had kissed and damn was I right.

Jimin made sure to switch speed and pressure, causing me to lose focus. My breathing became more erratic and I tried really hard not to be too loud, but it felt so good.

When I thought I was already reaching my high he changed the position of his tongue, causing me to become frustrated. But then he inserted two fingers into my tight heat and the added pressure on my g-spot caused me to press my lower body against his face.

He was so damn good at this and I didn't want him to stop. I could feel my orgasm slowly building up inside me, my body already trembling from his tongue working on my clit.

Grabbing his head with both hands, I ran my fingers through his hair making sure I was holding onto something when I would reach the end.

But when I got close I had to use one hand to place it in front of my mouth, because I couldn't control the sounds I was making and I didn't want people to hear me.

Jimin was looking at me, wanting to watch me come, but when he saw me covering my mouth he grabbed it and moved it away.

"No, I want to hear you." He said, which caused him to stop and I groaned.

"Don't stop." My words were coming out breathlessly.

He got right back to it and the pace he was going at with both his tongue and his fingers was making me clench my pussy tight. Then I felt it inside, this hot feeling that was spreading inside my body - like small explosions.

With a loud moan, my body started convulsing and I had to clutch at the mattress for hold.

Instead of stopping, Jimin continued to lick slow circles around my clit making my orgasm last longer. I was twisting and turning from pleasure and he never let go of my legs, wanting to enjoy this moment.

When he finally let go, I closed my eyes trying to catch my breath and register what just had happened. I had come so hard that my head was under pressure and I could hear a buzzing sound ring in my ears.

Suddenly I felt his lips on mine and I could taste myself on his tongue. Somehow it turned me on and I wished this feeling would continue forever, but he moved away and I opened my eyes to look what he was doing. He had stood up and stared at me with lustfilled eyes, his lower lip in between his teeth, while he got rid of his sweatpants. The waistband made his member spring up against his stomach and I couldn't stop staring.

I got up from the mattress and kneeled down on it, crawling to the edge so I could reach Jimin. I placed my hand on his abs, feeling them up and down before letting my fingers graze his happy trail. I made sure to never touch his throbbing member, wanting to tease him for a bit.

But Jimin didn't like that and when he grabbed my chin and made me look up, I knew he was serious.

"Suck." He demanded and this sudden dominant undertone was turning me on.

So I moved my eyes back down to his already leaking cock and placed my hand around the base.

I slowly started to jerk him off, making him throw his head back and moaning sinfully. This spurred me on and I experimentally let my tongue trail over the thick vein on the underside.

A deep growl escaped Jimin's lips confirming that I was doing it right. So I licked again, only this time I also let my wet muscle swirl around the head and leaping up the pre-cum from the slit on top. It tasted salty, but I liked it and while Jimin was busy moaning and placing his hands on the back of my head, I moved my lips over his cock, slowly devouring the length up to where my hand was holding the base.

When I started moving, I noticed he was trying really hard not to press me further on his length. I liked how he still was being considerate despite having his dick up my throat.

I continued bobbing my head and changing rhythm from time to time to get back at him for teasing me earlier. When his breathing started to become uneven he suddenly pulled at my hair, removing me from his dick.

"Turn around." He commanded. I did as he said and turned on my knees, bending over. It was thrilling and embarrassing at the same time, for me to know he could look at my lady parts like this.

I could feel the matress dipping down behind me and when I suddenly felt his dick against my thigh I wanted to cry out that he should fuck me. But I kept it in and waited for him to do something.

Then a thought crept up and I turned around, sitting down on my butt.

"Fuck." I said out loud.

Jimin looked at me confused. "Yeah, that's what I wanted to do." He stuck out his tongue and smiled sheepishly.

"Shut up." I punched his shoulder lightly.

"What?" Jimin raised a brow.

"Sorry for interupting, but do you have protection with you?".

Instead of saying something, Jimin started to laugh and shake his head. He came closer and reached behind me into the pocket of his hoodie, revealing a small package. Waving it in front of my head, he winked at me. "As I said earlier - I came prepared."

I had to snort at that remark and let myself fall back onto the matress. I laid my arm over my eyes and sighed. "Now I killed the mood didn't I?"

"Well, looking at little Jimin I'd say we're good to go. But only if you still want to." I felt his hand on my stomach and it was a light touch. Nothing rough or demanding.

I removed my arm from my face and looked at him. He was sitting there between my legs, both of us naked, the situation so ridiculous I had to laugh.

I laughed like a mad hyena and Jimin looked at me strangely at first, but then started to laugh with me. When we finally stopped he laid himself on top of me again, smiling and caressing my cheek.

"That definitely turned out differently than I thought." He kissed me lightly. "But not that I mind..." He slowly moved his right hand down between us again and pushed his fingers inside me. I moaned out loud from the sudden touch.

"So... your pussy seems to be still on this, are you too?"

The atmosphere had changed so fast again, I could barely breathe or say something. I nodded and Jimin moved upwards again, grabbing the small package.

"I think I need some help here." He said, looking down at his member which wasn't as hard anymore. Understanding what he meant, I reached out for his dick and tugged at it a few times until Jimin made me stop and pulled the condom over it.

I lay back down again, waiting for him to finally - finally - get inside of me.

He placed his hands on my knees and opened up my legs for him to get access. When he was on top of me, his arms holding him up, he looked into my eyes. "Maybe it was good you stopped me earlier, I think this position is much better..." His gaze wandered down to my lips, while the tip of his dick touched my other lips. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."

The same time his lips came crashing down on mine, his cock pressed itself into my hole. The sensation was maddening and I curved my body upwards, holding onto his back with my hands.

He started out slow, moving his hips in a fluid motion. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his dick rubbing against my walls more intensely.

When the speed of his hips thrusting into me began to increase, our breathing quickened as well and the moans became inevitable.

Our sweat slick bodies were making the distinct sounds of skin slapping together and our lips were meeting in sloppy kisses occassionally.

At some point, he pushed himself up to tower over me. He grabbed my thighs and started moving even faster, making me let out something between a groan and heavy sigh. In this position he hit my g-spot and it felt amazing and out of this world.

All this time I had my eyes closed, but when Jimin let out a lustfilled moan, I had to look up at him and what I saw made me come almost instantly.

He had his eyes closed too, his lips parted and sweat running down his firm chest and abs.

I wanted to feel more of his body, so I moved up until I could reach him, which caused him to look at me. He seemed to understand what I wanted to do, so he just smirked and let himself fall back, so I was on top.

The new angle of his cock inside of me was even more intense and I immediately started to move my hips.

I still had my bra half on, so I finally unclasped it, because Jimin hadn't done it earlier. I threw the last piece of clothing away and placed my hands on his upper body for hold, so I could ride him faster.

He grunted in approval and grabbed my waist to guide me down whenever I pushed myself up.

At one point I couldn't hold myself up anymore, so I laid myself on top of him, encircling his neck with my arms and placing kisses on the small beauty mark on his collarbone.

He suddenly clutched my ass tightly and began to fuck me with so much force, I thought I would pass out.

Our breathing turned erratic soon and my body started to shake from the pleasure.

When Jimin's orgasm started to build up, he hissed and enclosed me in a tight embrace, kissing me hungrily.

Then he huffed out loud and his hips bucked several times, his head hidden in my neck.

"Fuck." He suddenly said against my ear, still holding onto me.

We were lying on top of each other, no one willing to move just yet.

"I really thought this would go differently." I said into his orange hair, taking a small sniff of the damp locks. "You smell nice."

"I smell like sweaty sex." He laughed and let his arms fall onto the matress. "And what do you mean by differently?" His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving up and down.

"When you encountered me in the lake and later in the dance studio, I thought this would be a one night thing and I would be another carve in your bed post." I slowly moved one leg over him so I could lie down too, his now slack dick pulled out of me.

"Well, to be honest. At first I intended to keep it at that, yes." He was still lying flat on his back, his eyes closed. "But now... after this" he waved about in between us with his hand "I need to see you again. And I need to do this again."

I snorted, lying on my back as well, staring at the darkness above me.

"I wouldn't mind."

Saying that we met occassionally to have some heated sex in some dark corner or empty lodge would be an understatement.

Whenever we crossed ways - and that happened quite alot - he would drag me somewhere and kiss me until I was mush in his hands. Normally it would lead to sex too, but sometimes there were too many eye witnesses. After all I didn't want to get fired.

But we-

Hey are you telling them about how we met, babe?

Uhm, yeah and I wasn't finished yet.

Oh sorry! Did you tell them about how we fucked at almost every place possible and almost got caught by your boss?

No, I was about to! And thank god Meg covered up for us. Why do you have to be so irresistable?

Because you love it.

Ah shut up or I'll get myself another young fresh camper!

Don't you dare!

Okay guys, sorry. I have to go- Ah! Stop tickling me, Jimin!

Anyways, bye!

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How To Help Victims of Trafficking Get “Out of the Life”

Excerpt from the book “How You Can Fight Human Trafficking, Over 100 Ways to Make a Difference”

This article is based on interviews with former victims of human trafficking as to what worked and did not work when people tried to talk to them about their victimization. Traffickers prey on vulnerabilities and will groom individuals to believe that they (the trafficker) truly loves them and that law enforcement, their parents, or others will do everything they can to prevent them from being together. As a result, most victims do not see them themselves as a victim and do not self-identify as such. “Victims are often reluctant to come forward because they have been taught by their victimizer that if they attempt to seek help, no one will believe them, and they will be treated like a criminal and a prostitute” (Biglesen, 2013). Victims are bonded with the trafficker through trauma thus making it difficult to break that bond. Building rapport is key when working with victims and survivors. When speaking with victims one must be respectful and non-judgmental. Be careful to not criticize their “pimp”, “boyfriend”, “daddy,” whatever term they use to describe their trafficker because it will create a barrier and they will not open up to you. So you will need to ask questions that has them see for themselves that they are being exploited, rather than telling them they are a victim.

When you are working with youth, please be aware that they may also be victims of domestic violence, incest, human trafficking, drug addiction, etc. They may “act out” in similar ways, but once you have identified what type of victim they are, you need to know the appropriate group to refer them to. If they are using drugs, how are they obtaining their drugs? Many victims will receive drugs in exchange for sex. Sometimes their drug addictions are due to the trafficker getting them addicted or they are using drugs as a way to cope with stress. If you encounter a victim/survivor who suffers from substance abuse issues you should consider referring them to a clinic where they can get help for their addiction. If you are working with a minor victim, then you must notify law enforcement and social services. Make sure you take the time to explain to the minor child the processes and the parties with whom you must contact. Do not lie, give false hope, or make promises that you cannot keep. If a victim feels betrayed they will not cooperate and may even runaway.

If you are working with an adult, it is imperative that you know your community resources. If you are a member of a church/school, find out if your agency has a directory of local resources. If not, then create one. One way to start is to google “human trafficking agencies in (name of city),” “domestic violence agencies in (name of city)”, etc. Find out if non-human trafficking agencies like domestic violence shelters have staff who are trained to work with human trafficking victims. You will most likely need to help the victims you are talking to on how to answer the questions they will be asked by the agency. Victims may think they are just “ho’s” or a girlfriend of a boyfriend who is “pimping them out.” However, the agencies can’t take them unless they claim that they are victims of human trafficking, so you need to explain to them the legal definition and help them recognize that they are in fact victims of human trafficking if that is the case.

Oftentimes, people who have experienced trauma feel alone, unloved, unworthy and can easily become victims of exploitation. After reading this section, you may feel that “you didn’t sign on for this.” In other words, I hear from teachers, etc. that they became teachers to teach, not become social workers. However, either we will step in or those who exploit vulnerable children will step in and promise to take care of them and solve their problems. More and more churches are recognizing this which is why “trauma informed congregations.” has become a movement in many countries. Some common signs to be aware of when talking with a victim is that they are often easily triggered. Victims may cry easily or become easily angered. In other words, they over react to situations. They almost always exhibit low self-esteem.

Signs to look for: Do they have relationships with older men? Do they have tattoos? Where are they located and do they have someone’s name as part of the tattoo? Do they travel often but have no secure job? Are their nails nicely manicured and do they have nice clothes but no job? When you ask them what they do for a job, are they evasive or have late hours at their job or are often out-of-town? Do they have bruises? Are they avoiding their family and are often absent or truant from school? This could be the result of shame because of what they are involved in. Do they have any close friends?

So how do you draw them out? Start with neutral questions. Create a safe place for them. Be patient, respectful, and non-judgmental. Building rapport takes time as victims have been conditioned not to trust anyone. Take time to get to know them as a person. Don’t address their trauma by asking them how they feel about things like the nightmares they are having, being beaten, raped, etc. Don’t’ go there unless you are a trained professional. Your role should be one that is loving, compassionate, and empathetic. Found out who they are and what are their interests. Talk about their future, their hopes, their dreams. Most victims need several contacts before they will open up to you. Just ask “Are you okay?” “How are you doing?” “Is there anything you want to talk about?” “I am here if you need to talk.” Your job is to be their friend and get them the resources they need.

Once they do open up, do not act shocked by anything he or she tells you and be aware of your facial expressions and reactions. Some may try to test you or shock you by using what you may consider to be vulgar terminology and language. Remember this is their norm and it is important to refrain from acting shocked or appalled. You don’t want to come across as horrified or thinking they are a terrible person. Model how you would come across if someone just told you they worked in retail. You would most likely ask them about their job in a way that is curious. For instance, you could ask them how they met their boyfriend, how long they have known them, what do they do when they are together. Validate their feelings by saying things like “he sounds like he was concerned about your safety since he always asked where you were and who was with you.” Let them lead the conversation. Try to avoid asking too many questions in a row. The key is to make sure you do not come across as though you are lecturing them. Tried to avoid making statements like: “Are you crazy meeting a man that you do not know? You could have been killed!” These statements will cause the individual to shutdown as they may feel attacked and they know it is dangerous. A better approach may be to say something like “I worry about you being on the street with predatory men.” What is it you need? Maybe I can help you find a job that isn’t so dangerous.

Remember that what you find shocking, many young people do not. They come from a culture where prostitution has been normalized and the Pimp lifestyle glorified. One of the top rated songs that is currently very popular among the youth is called “Rake It up” by Yo Gotti. Teens and young adults are going around singing the lyrics without really understanding the words. The lyrics and the music video are appalling as in the song the artist makes these types of statements: “I tell all my Ho’s, rake it up, break it down, back it up.”

If they refer to themselves as a “ho,” “prostitute,” etc. do not use those words when you address them. It hurts when you say it. Respond in a loving manner. If they refer to themselves as a “ho” your response could be along the lines of “I am sorry you see yourself that way. I see so much more. I see a girl who is beautiful and smart.” Let them know that they are just like you, a child of God. We are not defined by what has happened to us in life. Once you have established rapport, which may take several conversations, you should refer them to a trained advocate or therapist.

If you are willing to be a mentor to them while they are addressing their trauma by seeing a counselor, you could offer to help them apply for job corps or college if that is what they want. You could offer to drive them to the agency or their first counseling meeting or college class. This is important. Getting started on a new path is very difficult for people, especially if they have been traumatized. However, you need to allow the survivor to lead the way and take control of his/her own life at their own pace. It doesn’t work to push them. That is what their pimp did. In the opinion of advocates who work with this population, only 3 out of 10 enter prostitution for the money. The pimp will often tell them that they are the only one who really cares about them. To counter that, you can invite them to your church’s singles group, a women’s group, a bible study. Expose them to environments of caring people and who are being there for them. You need to counter the brainwashing the human traffickers have done with these victims.

For professional advocates and therapists, survivors of human trafficking recommend that the way to go deeper and motivate them to want to get out of the life is to ask them how working as a prostitute makes them feel. How do they feel about their boyfriend asking them to do it? When they respond you could say “I would go crazy if I knew my boyfriend was sleeping around. How does your boyfriend feel about what you do? How does it make you feel that he is okay with you sleeping with other men? If their boyfriend doesn’t know they are participating in the commercial sex trade, ask them how he would feel if he found out. Ask them if they get any of the money. If they tell you their boyfriend is saving it (which a pimp will tell them) ask them if they have access to it.

Both mentors and professionals need to remember that often victims of human trafficking believe that prostitution is the only way they can survive because their traffickers have convinced them of that to discourage them from leaving. If they tell you they are working as prostitutes because it is the only way they can make money, share with them about job corp and the advantages of going to college. If they tell you they could go “renegade” and make all the money and no other job would pay them that kind of money, then go online and google salaries of various jobs. This way they will be safe because human traffickers often punish those who go “renegade.” If they tell you they are not smart enough to go to college or do another job let them know that isn’t true. Ask them if they have ever posted an ad. If they answer is yes, tell them they have computer skills. Let them know that prostitutes have to have good communication and business skills. Most of them have never considered this.

Last but not least, for both professionals and non-professionals alike, don’t give up. Don’t take it personally if you can’t enroll them in leaving the life or if they give you push back or get angry with you, etc. Don’t work harder than they are. In other words, don’t beat your head against a wall. It will burn you out and you need to protect your emotional energy, so you are available to help those who are ready to receive your help.

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