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I'm going skating but I decided to whip this up before I left sooo ENJOY!!!
New Jersey-
Play Fights
Every region has their own thing that they do as a fun competition. The West Coast does comedy nights, where they see who can make the most people laugh. The South has what they call Hunt Offs, to see who’s the best hunter. And the Midwest likes to do cook offs, with the South being taste testers.
The North Coast has play fights, multiple rounds through the course of two days, normally held on a weekend. This includes Maine all the way at the top of the North Coast, all the way down to Florida, which allows for a larger roster.
It started as just a thing the New Netherland area did, over time it expanded to include the whole of the North East, then Delaware wanted Maryland to join and soon it spireled to the whole North Coast.
Of course it started out friendly enough, everyone tended to go a bit softer on Georgia since he isn’t nearly as rough as everyone else. Then North and South Carolina would make a bet when they fought, which had Pennsylvania open up a proper betting pool. The play fighting weekend always ended up with everyone sore to all hell and back, saying to themselves to never do this again and specifically never go up against New Jersey again.
Jersey was strong, while it didn’t visibly look like he could pretty easily lift 400 like it was 20, he could. However he often forgot just how strong he was compared to everyone else, it wasn’t like the rest of the states were weak but when compared to them, Jersey was like a powerhouse.
He isn’t too sure as to why he’s so strong, especially since he normally comes off as looking like a twig, however he did believe it was most likely something demon related. He knows his own demon, not father, father is no slouch in the strength department, and Jersey also knows that he could easily get his strength up more.
It’s not like he wants to hurt the others, he really doesn’t, sure it’s a bit funny to have Northie pinned down after five seconds of fighting and sure it’s amazing to be better than Yorkie, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s hurting friends, people who are basically his family.
Despite him being significantly stronger than the others, he never has actually won before. He always gets in his head when up against Yorkie, always ends up hurting him the worst, always dropping out after and just watches over the betting pools.
It’s basically tradition at this point for Jersey to tend to everyone’s wounds after this, whether it’s early in the games or he and Yorkie were in the semi finals, it doesn’t matter.
Jersey has a big heart, a big heart that can’t bear to see him hurt his family, so he’ll try to make up for it. Cooking for everyone involved, taking care of their wounds if Rhody brought a knife again (seriously he has got to stop doing that), just generally being a nicer person for a good week before he starts to go back to normal.
The next time the play fighting happens, the same thing will happen again, a vicious cycle that Jersey can’t snap himself out of.
#welcome to the table#welcome to the statehouse#wttt#wttt new jersey#wttsh new jersey#wttt new york#wttsh new york#fanfic snippet#does this count as jersey angst#i mean its slightly angsty i think#kyi writes
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can we please talk about how fine myung jaehyun is?? he’s so everything, and i swear he’s an actual puppy like 95% of the time— and the need for him gets worse when we get to the topic of him subbing😞 like i swear he’s so loud and whiny when he’s receiving pleasure, him getting so overwhelmed whilst getting touched in different makes tears brim in his eyes def. his hips buck unconsciously, his mushy little brain can’t really produce anything coherent at the moment so you have to talk him through it, hold him down, and deny him once more. he lets out the cutest noises and his faces are priceless. i literally go feral at the thought of peggi— i apologize!!🥳



#i wanna write sub myungjae so bad#myung jaehyun#myungjae#myung jaehyun x reader#boynextdoor smut#kyy’s dribble drabbles#hanbinniesmango ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖#someone sedate me
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☔ + Spencer? ^-^ — @melosorbet
MELO TYSM FOR THE ASK IT DIDNT NOTIF ME??? thank you !! <3 also i’m so mad bc i finished this but then tumblr glitched and deleted it.
☔ — f/o and s/i got caught in the rain... write about how they handle it! did either of them bring an umbrella?
“i told you.”
“and i told you, there’s no scientific backing to that— you guessed,” spencer said.
we got back from a case earlier than expected, the rest of the team had gone out for drinks. as fun as that sounded, a go around the shopping center sounded better today, and spencer wouldn’t have let me go alone. i told him to go home, that it seemed like it was going to rain— and spence isn’t the biggest fan of rain— but he insisted.
two hours in, an embarrassing amount of cash spent, a chatty spencer going on about mall statistics, and two coffees later the rain finally started trickling in. a little too fast.
“it’s gonna get real bad, spence,” i teased him. “store right across sells umbrellas.”
he brought his foam cup to his lips and stared at me. “we’re not buying a thirty dollar umbrella,” he took a sip. “we have like three already!”
i shrugged. “’cause you never listen to me.”
“you can’t just know when it’s going to rain! you have no experience in analysing anything to do with that, and the weather’s like the most fickle thing to predict!”
i started to pick up the shopping bags, trying my best to cover the things inside. the paper material didn’t help. reid got up, cleaning up the table to help.
“statistically meteorologists are more accurate than you think, but it’s still not a one hundred percent accurate.”
“nothing is, reid,” i added, pushing in our chairs and gently pushing him towards the exit. “’cept for me, of course.”
he laughed. “oh, oh of course,” he looks back at me as we exit the coffee shop, stopping abruptly before the rain hits us.
“mentally prepared yet?” he shook his head.
i grabbed his hand. “we’ll just close our eyes and run… that way,” i pointed to the direction of the parking lot. granted, it was… far. but if we ran really fast, maybe we wouldn’t even get wet!
“we’re going to get soaked.” it’s like he could read my mind.
“we’ll take a warm shower when we get back.” i swing our hands together, an effort to lighten his pessimistic words.
spencer continues. “i’m going to get sick,” before i could counter his point, he added: “but i like it.. when you take care of me, so it’s not so bad.”
i smiled. spencer wasn’t one to admit that, not really. i think he still felt awkward and was adjusting to having someone he could rely on other than himself. still, i was glad i could be that for him.
he was psyching himself up to step out, i could tell. he was watching as the rain hit the ground and rippled, his fingers fidgeting— maybe calculating the odds of whether he’d be better off buying the overpriced umbrella. before he could talk himself out of it, i let go his hand and stepped into the rain, stomping in the puddle a little, chuckling. my glasses were getting foggy.
“what are you doing?!” spencer cried. “you’re gonna get sick, ki!”
spencer, or the blob that was spencer, was frantically moving his head in all directions, looking at all the people around us, i assumed. he was embarrassed by me, how cute.
i motioned for him to join me, and told him to hurry up so we could get to the car already. he shook his head.
“speeeenncee,” i whined. “come on, we can go home and i’ll make some soup for us—” his home, technically, but it felt like mine too. “get in the rain, spence.”
he looked at a loss. “are you crazy.. y..you’re so annoying!”
“as are you, doctor.” i smiled.
i put my hand out, waiting for him to take it. the bags were absolutely soaked and ruined by now.
there was a quiet squeak before i heard the splash and felt him grab my hand. he took it quicker than i thought, catching me off guard and even more so the way he ran instantly. i almost tripped over my feet and he practically dragged me the first few steps. i tried to tell him to slow down— (‘i have smaller legs, spencer!’), but all i got in response was a correction about my usage of ‘small’ rather than ‘short’.
i was sure people were looking now. even as we sped by. at least it would make for a good story, if odd, to tell on their way home or as they got ready for dinner. seeing two twenty-somethings running through an outdoor shopping centre as it pours. if anything, i hoped they’d notice the way spencer took my hand and how he tightly held on, and how when he did it was more than just him choosing to run through the rain. i hoped, at least.
#f/o: spencer!#i finished this earlier but it got deleted i was so sad :(#i think this turned out okay-ish i think i peaked at writing two years ago and then lost my touch#i was only allowed to write ONE masterpiece scoff#(/j and ty for the ask <3)#set around s3-4ish of cm btw… if anyone cares#kyi’s scribbles!
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Could you do ice x softball reader? Like reader having a bad game and ice comforting them?

SUMMARY: you had a bad game woomp womp what the fuck I hate writing summary fuck this shit just read the darn fics ho!
WARINGS: NOTHING
KYI'S RADIO: ice fic finally here hope y'all like this apologize that it short ion have that much knowledge of soft ball I tired my best writing with what ik, anyway happy readings readers and as always feedbacks are appreciated 💕

You had a bad game, could you even call it bad it was horrible, horrific for all that matters. you felt like you disappointed everyone, your coaches, teammates, and fans out there who came to watch you play.
Most especially you felt disappointed in yourself for having her watching you play like this... after raving about your games to her all week.
Why is the universe such a stuck up whore.
Your team was undefeated your whole season until recently. Your hits weren't it. Nothing was going according to plan for you guys, and you hated it.
You got off the field taking off your helmet and just letting your hair down.
The heat was getting to you, you could barely face your coaches and teammate without feeling your heart breaking.
You manged to lock eyes with someone you thought you couldn't face.
But she was in those stands, staring at you. Her expression soft has ever, skin glowing under the sun light, giving it that after hours glow.
You saw a small smile show up on her face as she started heading down.
The drive back to your dorm wasn't torture ice held your hands even though you guys stayed quite the whole ride back.
It was a comforting type of silence though. Until she broke it as you got out the uber and started heading back inside to the athletes dorm side.
"If you think about it your guys weren't that bad just had a bad start that's all if not it was a worthy game". You heard say
"Yeah a bad start that cost us the game and the undefeated title". You said feeling on taking the responsibility for your loss.
She stopped in her tracks as she told you. "C'om, you can't be that hard on yourself you've been carrying your team the whole season anyone can tell you put so much pressure on yourself."
"I know, just hate the feeling that losing brings feels like I disappointed so many people." You said playing with the strings on your hoodie trying to avoid eye contact which didn't work because the taller women had other idea by holding up your face.
"Well you didn't you're such and amazing player whenever you step in one nad game shouldn't take away from the amazing recors you broke this season , if you look at this on the bright side both our teams lost our undefeated title". She said making you laugh
"That so messy to say but thank you i just needed to hear that from someone glad it came from you". You said locking eyes with her you guys finally made it to your dorm side.
You both stood under the wall cover meeting with the same silence yous started with. "So do is this the part where kiss or not?". You asked her as you moved back and forth.
Ice being her usual self started laughing and you joined her along you both haven't reached the heights of being all that affectionate with your relationship stil being fresh. "You are so corny but I wouldn't mind a kiss". She told you
"Do you also want me to bend down or". She said looking down at you. Compared to ice who is very tall you not so much.
You looked at her dead in the eyes before speaking.
"Isuneh Brady, you can forget about the kiss goodnight." You told her as you were about to enter your room until you felt her grab your hands.
You turned around to ask her what she wanted but before you could speak. Your lips found there way onto hers. You both held it for a while until you separated from each other.
Ice tucked in her hand in her pocket as she spoke "Goodnight babe love you, don't stress too much".
"Goodnight and I won't, love you too Brady". You told her.
#ice brady#ice brady x reader#uconn wbb x reader#uconn x reader#uconn wbb#uconn women’s basketball#wbb x reader#wbb fic#wbb imagine#wbb oneshot#wbb fanfiction#wcbb x reader#wcbb imagines#wcbb#wcbb fanfics#wlw fanfic#wlw fiction#wlw fluff#pinkyqily fics#ncaa wbb#wbb
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𝓒ONCEPT.ㅤ some professional boyfriend headcanons featuring xīn’yuè and a few others he figured imperative to receive attention in his overview. lil' commanding, he is. can you already imagine, or are you invested to see for yourself? if you're staying, may we interest you in a fragrance sample or two, free of charge? ℘RECAUTION.ㅤ switch fem reader, daddy kink, toys, condescending praise, slight bantering, implied exhibitionism.
༺ ceo!boyfriend who is the Chief Executive Officer of an intercontinental brand with the hall and trademark “Anzhong”; a subsidiary worldwide fashion industry with product lines that also include accessories, handbags, footwear, cosmetics, clothing, adult toys, and other minor trinkets such as writing utensils or home decor. The industry was also founded in 1928 in Lhasa, Tibet by Chagmo Kyi. You may also infer that the headquarters is located there as well, which is where the CEO in question dabbles a majority of his life besides with you or his two daughters, Maju and Blumei. There are over hundreds of active boutiques worldwide, at least 15,000 active employees, and their headquarters, which Xīn’yuè works at, is located in Lhasa, Tibet. The revenue of this company is at least 9.35 billion, making Xīn’yuè one of the richest CEOS any business has to offer. Similar to most compassionate businessmen, they soften up when it’s safe to, as it’s not considerably so in a workplace. Have to stay firm towards your subordinates, after all.
༺ ceo!boyfriend who is a spoiler as much as he doesn’t want to admit. Considering that he’s rather emotionally constipated, he utilizes his affection through quality time, affirming words, and gift showers. There are times where you receive the secretary treatment despite being the girlfriend, but he’s communicative enough to apologize for such. While the apology would always seem half-hearted and awkward, he redeems himself with a list of things since he knows the apology wasn’t the best; he truly cares for you but is only capable of showing it appropriately when he deems necessary. Relationships aren’t his forte, after all. Not only he has to worry about his career that takes up too much of his time, but his girls that also take up the little time he possesses when he’s on break. You get him to unwind often which he secretly appreciates, but outwardly he playfully reprimands or mocks you for catering to him like he’s some sort of child. You ignore him however, proceeding to give him head massages as the two of you binge your favorite show as the girls sleep. He feels safe with you. Always. But you’ll have to squint to conclude such.
༺ ceo!oc who canonically has two boyfriends. Yes, two. The phenomenon has yet to process ‘til this day, for he not only received the term and accurate accusation “bicurious” from his workout partner, Zolene Irene, but growing up in a judgmental household closes your mind in a negative manner (shout out to his strongly traditional parents that projected their opinions onto him, especially his homophobic father). Both are also spiritual entities, by the way, and as a human, it’s… overwhelming. One is a curt, cupidity maneki-neko with the name Indigo who happens to also be his financial advisor and natural migraine inducer. His other lover is a sasabonsam, a vampiric tree dweller who has yet to conclude the consequence of skipping out of work constantly just to do what he desires. Oh, I forgot to mention that they’re two Taureans. Taureans. The most obstinate Earth sign, let alone one of the three most in general. In summary, order is the last thing that household needs.
༺ ceo!boyfriend whose sex drive is on the low side of the spectrum, so you’re usually the one either engaging in sexual activities first or engaging in them by yourself; graysexuality is no joke. Generally however, he understands that you have needs, so he doesn’t mind pleasuring you when he feels comfortable despite him not feeling anything in return but genuine entertainment. Though, on another note, when you voice your outwardly desires, he not only gives you a captious expression that corresponds with his sardonic reassurance, but claims that some of the things you want from him are completely unethical. Naturally, you didn’t like this response, let alone his inability to take a moment to put himself in your shoes, so you left the idea alone. Naturally again, he felt a subtle sense of regret a while after that discussion, so he planned on how exactly he should make it up to you without giving into your desires…
ℌ Side note, for the most part, it didn’t work. He gave in.
The perspiration bubbling in the subtle arch of your back was prompted by the sudorific vibrations that emanated from the personalized bullet vibrator that was buzzing against your clit. Your tumescent bud pulsated effervescently as your hips scoured against the trembling surface, forcing moans to elude from your tepid, lazily parted lips. The vibrations were mellow and arrhythmic, hence your relatively desperate mannerisms, as you failed to reach the orgasm that was nearing, evading, nearing, and evading. With unreliable assistance, that is, seeing as the tip of the device was stagnant and pressed against your soppy clit, vibrating louder due to its inundation. If only the vibrations were just a little stronger, but even you understood that this behavior was well deserved, for you believed that guilt-tripping him for not utilizing your idea sooner was the best route.
“Can I finish now? Please? Jebel? Bài tuō?” You implored sycophantically, your blissed-out gaze imbued with lechery as your dampened lashes fluttered upwards at the one who was torturing you on the frigid surface. Obstinacy is nothing but a drug with no ideal remedy; this was evinced with the way the asshole you were star-fucking merely hummed dismissively in response, lightening the pressure from your clit just to watch the vulva quiver. The lack of the response immediately influenced your obsequious actions to falter with a miffed pout and a hip gyration; if you possessed the ability to trade places with this individual within seconds he would’ve been cumming and hyperventilating right about now.
“Sweetheart, don’t leave me like this.. Don’t you feel sorry for me? Hm? Mmmh-maybe even horny for me for once? Hm, daddy?”
The left curve of the well-adored and cross-country CEO’s lip quirked up for a moment in acknowledgment, but also derisive, once you mockingly quiered him. Everything was a muddle, a concupiscent muddle. There was no recollection of the prior events; all you remember is what’s happening now and later. What now consists of a yukata-wearing billionaire looming over the desk of his office, the glass surface besplattered with crumpled papers, prurient excretions, and excessive handprints. Then later that said inspirational figure will leave you knee-buckled and exhausted over the desk as he roughly persuaded you on why disobedience was never an option to begin with. An intense idea to state, but you’ve been through much worse, believe yourself.
“I figured it was prudent to continue stalling,” Xīn’yuè clarified vaguely in a collected tone; the eloquence parroted the tone of him relaying messages to one of his many, many subordinates despite you being nude from the waist down, tainting the glass below your ass. He predicted your protests, hence the immediate impulse to slide the bullet vibrator back inside of you, earning a sharp, shaky whimper that was immediately muted by him. He already wasn’t fond of the idea of making you cum in such a vulnerable setting; it was a miracle that neither of you were caught by a frantic employee with effervescent news. “Not only for ‘efficiency’s sake’, but to assure that any potential slip-ups—notably from you—remain a simple mystery.”
Your plush thighs trembled harshly in response, plus the clicks of the vibrator that indicated that the volume was being turned up was just as inebriating as his sardonic statements. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was custom made for you, but you could definitely wrap your legs around his waist for ultra stability. Merino white rings enveloped around the midnight-hued toy as he fucked you with it in a gradual pace, not to mention that the name “Anzhong” was embedded within it in bullion only to be sealed with sticky cum created by you. Even the mere thought of that brought you closer, which was also determined with the way your drenched walls embraced the toy with fervor and the sibilated mantras of pleads that escaped your throat.
After acknowledging that you're close, and also annoyingly and worriedly loud, he slipped the object back out, earning not only exasperated insults disguised as guileless complaints, but an abundance of clenches that yearned for the nostalgic repletion. With a miffed, critical look, he took the cum-coated object before tapping your lips with it in order to interrupt your objections, taking the moment to keep you temporarily silenced by pushing it inside of your mouth, his fingers holding onto the ends so it doesn’t slide down your throat and asphyxiate you. His free, clammy hand however, was now placed on your exposed hip, grasping onto the flesh softly before the veins of the exterior emerged from the epidermis. Xīn’yuè’s bored look now embodied some remnants of puckishness once your silence managed to be the only thing that excited him tonight, which was concluded by the twitching awakening of his semi-hard dick.
“Now, be a good, sweet puppy and clean it up. Intractability, by definition, is something I don’t get along with often, so behave accordingly and quit whining.”
⑅ neso productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.
#my ocs#oc#ocs#original character#oc headcanons#oc original character#original character x reader#ceo oc#oc x y/n#oc x you#oc x reader#oc x oc#oc drabbles#oc nsft#oc hcs#male original character#male oc#male oc x reader#oc imagine#oc concept#oc content#nsft drabble#nsft headcanon#nsft imagine#oc blog#original character oc#oc intro#oc info#reader x oc#ᯣ_ᯣ 𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗼 ���𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀!
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I have a question for you guys because the genocide going on with Palestine has reminded me of something
For school, college or university, did any of your work involving making an actual blog on Amnesty International/WordPress ect and your school said you had to pretend to be in the shoes of those in crisis and write from their POV?
Because I remember, for Humanities and History class when I was 13, my teacher made me a blog up and I had to pretend I was Aung San Suu Kyi amongst other people and other scenarios e.g soldiers in a warzone
I just... what the fuck?
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"Have we destroyed ourselves since the launch of voyager...or have we gone on to greater things."
{WIP Artwork} Hello! I'm Kyi otherwise known as Colorado and this is my comic project: Ceaseless Snow/Rain (CS/R) and I'm glad to be launching a tumblr about it! Follow along with me as I write out this wonderous story and, of course, get the opportunity to know more about the characters. This is three part story with an already planned ending and beginning. The rest of the work is just planning out the middle and give myself breaks so I don't burn out! ^^ I haven't 100% decided where I'll be publishing but my goal is to use a manga/comic story format. Story Synopsis:
The year is 2185, and the world continues to develop with technology and the fantastic. Akrotiri Salah finds herself late for school, only to discover something terrible once she gets there. Beyond her scope, a mystery cult continues its efforts to take over the world.
#comic#webcomic idea#idea#concept#story concept#oc story#original comic#original character#concept blog#ceaseless snow/rain#cs/r#manga idea#manga concept#Have I spammed the tags enough#I'm so excited! Of course if you have questions just ask!#I won't be giving away major character plots but Im willing to give out smaller details and of course hint!#Although I dont think u guys will be able to tell what isnt a spoiler or not >:)#IM RAMBLING AHHHH
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Events 3.30 (after 1900)
1900 – Archaeologists in Knossos, Crete, discover the first clay tablet with hieroglyphic writing in a script later called Linear B. 1912 – Sultan Abd al-Hafid signs the Treaty of Fez, making Morocco a French protectorate. 1918 – Beginning of the bloody March Events in Baku and other locations of Baku Governorate. 1939 – The Heinkel He 100 fighter sets a world airspeed record of 463 mph (745 km/h). 1940 – Second Sino-Japanese War: Japan declares Nanking capital of a new Chinese puppet government, nominally controlled by Wang Jingwei. 1944 – World War II: Allied bombers conduct their most severe bombing run on Sofia, Bulgaria. 1944 – Out of 795 Lancasters, Halifaxes and Mosquitos sent to attack Nuremberg, 95 bombers do not return, making it the largest RAF Bomber Command loss of the war. 1945 – World War II: Soviet forces invade Austria and capture Vienna. Polish and Soviet forces liberate Danzig. 1949 – Cold War: A riot breaks out in Austurvöllur square in Reykjavík, when Iceland joins NATO. 1959 – Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama, flees Tibet for India. 1961 – The Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs is signed in New York City. 1965 – Vietnam War: A car bomb explodes in front of the United States Embassy, Saigon, killing 22 and wounding 183 others. 1967 – Delta Air Lines Flight 9877 crashes at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport, killing 19. 1972 – Vietnam War: The Easter Offensive begins after North Vietnamese forces cross into the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ) of South Vietnam. 1976 – Israeli-Palestinian conflict: in the first organized response against Israeli policies by a Palestinian collective since 1948, Palestinians create the first Land Day. 1979 – Airey Neave, a British Member of Parliament (MP), is killed by a car bomb as he exits the Palace of Westminster. The Irish National Liberation Army claims responsibility. 1981 – U.S. President Ronald Reagan is shot in the chest outside a Washington, D.C., hotel by John Hinckley Jr.; three others are wounded in the same incident. 1982 – Space Shuttle program: STS-3 mission is completed with the landing of Columbia at White Sands Missile Range, New Mexico. 2002 – The 2002 Lyon car attack takes place. 2006 – Cyclone Glenda, one of the strongest tropical cyclones in the Australian region makes landfall near Onslow, Western Australia. 2008 – Drolma Kyi arrested by Chinese authorities. 2009 – Twelve gunmen attack the Manawan Police Academy in Lahore, Pakistan. 2011 – Min Aung Hlaing is appointed as the Commander-in-Chief of Myanmar's armed forces. 2017 – SpaceX conducts the world's first reflight of an orbital class rocket. 2018 – The Israeli Army kills 17 Palestinians and wounds 1,400 in Gaza during Land Day protests. 2019 – Pope Francis visits Morocco. 2023 – Donald Trump becomes the first former United States president to be indicted by a grand jury.
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Who is a leader? and what do you call leadership ? These are two(2) questions that need answers. Trying to answer the first question appears like an ambiguity between intellectuals and people avid of power.Briefly, a leader in my own words; is someone who doesn’t sit to watch injustice, atrocities, inhuman treatment inflicted to people amongst whom he/she dwells. The leader is called to act diligently and bring together all the people and peace to a place. You need not to have a certain age, riches or a job title before to be called a leader. Throughout the Bible stories, we have leaders like Abraham, Moses and king Solomon , King David and even Jesus Christ, throughout their heroic actions peace was restored. Today again, we have many personalities in plenty of fields, who are today’s leaders: Martin Luther king Jr ,Mahatma Ghandi, Aun San sung kyi , Nelson Mandela, Mother Teresa, Pope John Paul ll and Muhammad Yunus and many politicians.
I wonder why our leaders become silent on some war torn countries or conflicts nowadays like Ukraine and Palestine and shut their mouth in front of many uprising protests around the world. We don’t lack leaders but I want you to be one emerging leader despite wherever you live and it is just as simple as let your voice be heard. God who made us, knew who each one of us will become and put our destiny into the path of people who will influence us throughout our lifetime. i want you to become my disciples and fight injustices. You need not to protest in the streets, stand up against injustices in a crowd, be angry like showing your anger to the world but you will know how write letters to great personalities. The letters, you will write will change the entire world for a cause. Letters are the arms I use to change the humanity.
Moreover, leadership describes the nature and environment of the leader. Jesus Christ after his resurrection from the dead, sent his disciples who received the Holy Spirit to preach the gospel and it is their mission. Although, you have a mission to accomplish on this earth and I believe in you and I believe you will do better.
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Hi! Idk if ur still taking requests for little snippets, but is it possible to request a little snippet of NJ helping Loui with his messy curly hair in like- a hot day where humidity is a bitch? 👁️👁️
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As a guy with curly hair most times, humidity is such a bitch and happens whenever it feels like here in Jersey, no consistency. So this hit close to home lol.
Hot and Humid (The Worst Combo)
Every door in the state house was open, along with the windows. The Southern States were out barbecuing and the Northern States were suffering, except New Jersey.
It’s not like Jersey liked the heat, it was a pain in the ass, but it did mean he could go swimming and get good southern food, so he can’t complain too much. The problem was the humidity, it was ungodly humid out. Jersey knew humid intimately but this was ridiculous.
Almost every state was either in the pool or on the side relaxing or barbecuing. Almost. The only state that wasn’t with everyone was Louisiana, which Jersey would understand if it wasn’t for the fact that this is weather Loui would absolutely be in.
Jersey was about to go inside to find him when his name was called. Standing in the doorway was Loui, his hair frizzy and messy, looking just as miserable as most of the NE states felt.
Louisiana only had to say one word and Jersey would be at his beck and call. “Help”.
Jersey dragged Loui to his(Jersey's) room, looking at what products he had that could work, he realized he was severely lacking and would need to get more stuff again. He gave Loui a juice box and the tv remote and got to work.
Hair was hard, especially curly hair, it’s hard and annoying at the best of times and at the worst it’s near impossible. Jersey was basically an expert in all things hair but he was definitely wishing that Loui had come to him in the early morning before the humidity got too bad.
It took two hours but Jersey was able to put Loui’s hair into cornrows, that way if he wanted he could go swimming with the others. By the time the two got back outside some of the food was ready and it somehow got hotter and more humid, but at least now Loui’s hair wasn’t a mess.
(And if there was some magic involved to make sure his hair didn’t get affected by the humidity again, then that was between him and the demon he calls his friend).
#welcome to the table#wttt#wttt new jersey#wttsh new jersey#wttt louisiana#wttsh louisiana#welcome to the statehouse#just because i call them little snippets#doesnt mean that they are okay#i just have to give context#its my whole thing when writing#fanfic snippet#wttt fanfic#i normally dont care about humidity#and dont notice until its super bad#but thats cause i live in nj#and nj is always wet feeling except during the deep winter#so even if its horribly humid#i would only notice once it starts getting hard to breathe lol#i probably could have done dialogue for this would#probably should have#but i also like these little snippets not having speaking#idk im weird#but thats nothing new so#kyi requests#kyi writes
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HHU reaction to being called pretty by their lover
kyy note//: i barely have anything on my mind to write and im not getting no motiv so please give me mercy 😞😞
seungcheol: you both have been watching a movie for some time now, chilling on the couch. you’re lying on his lap with a blanket atop you while he strokes you hair and looks up upon the tvs motions. you start to stare at him, being entranced by your boyfriends beauty. his jawline, his big, pretty, doe eyes blinking softly every now and then. the way he’s built gives you butterflies, it reminds you of all the times he’s picked you up and held you all types of ways. a smile reaches your face. he looks down at you and see you smiling and tilts his head a bit. “what’s got you all smiley, baby?” he says with a slight laugh. “cheolie, you’re so pretty,” you say with a sigh. “it’s almost unfair.” he smiles a bit his cheeks warming up some. “me? pretty?” he says after looking around a bit with fake confusion. you lean up out of your position and giggle. “yes you dork.” you say before you pull him into a sweet kiss, your hands caressing his face as you both share the kiss. you smile before you pull away, opening your eyes to him trying to chase your lips. he forms a pout with his lips and frowns then chuckles. “let your pretty boy kiss you more.” he says before pulling you back in for another sappy kiss.
wonwoo: you guys are playing your favorite game together on nintendo and are taking turns on one whole console. you said whoever loses this round has to clean the dishes and it sure as hell won’t be you. you feel you did great in your run in the game and you gave the console back to wonwoo, feeling confident. it’s about 1 minute into wonwoo’s run and he’s looking a bit too concentrated, and his score is getting higher by the second. shit, you can’t let him win. luckily you have a bit of tricks up your sleeve and you’re not afraid to use them. you reach over to him and blow in his ear, not gaining a reaction from him. you roll your eyes. you’re gonna have to do more than that. you climb onto his lap and straddle him. he looks up and you with a confused look before you start eyeing his neck. luckily you know where his sweet spots are! you lean in and place open mouthed kisses on his sweet spot, him groaning out and looking up at you. “what do you think you’re doing…” he says lowly. “im sorry you’re just so pretty won!” you say with a smirk. he tilts his head at you and smiles. you lean in and kiss him, murmuring, ‘pretty boy’ against his lips. he groans louder against your lips at the name before you pull away and giggle. you look down at the game before he can, laughing out a little, “oopsie!” “what do you mean—i can’t believe you.” you both look down again and see a game over screen that also says player 1 wins! “those dishes are waiting for you won!” you say as you leave his lap and rush out of the room.
mingyu: you wake up to something smelling really good, your instinct making you follow the smell. it leads you to the kitchen where mingyu is by the stove cooking. his tall figure in a little pink apron saying ‘kiss the cook’, and a cute pink bow that you put in his hair earlier that day. how adorable he looked. you waddled up to him with a smirk and wrapped your arms around his waist in a back hug. “goodmorning babe,” he says to you sweetly. “im making dinner for us!” he looks over to you with a smile on his face. “goodmorning pretty boy,” you say with a smile. for some reason the gears turn in his head. the praise getting to his head. “you look too cute in your little apron and bow.” you smirk before smacking his butt and walking away. he yelps and blushes hard. he feels really speechless after that interaction, his mouth open, but nothing coming out. “I…” he stuttered out. he continues to make dinner, his mind rushing with lots of different thoughts. he’s definitely gonna get back at you later.
vernon: here you both sit having a staring contest, him obviously winning. you don’t even remember how you got to this position, this situation in total. he’s sitting there, stotic expression just with a small grin on his lips. surprisingly, you’re not fighting for you life and actually have a calm face on, your eyes barely affected. you actually know how to play this game. “you don’t look very confident on winning, nonnie.” you say with a soft giggle. “im doing perfectly fine sweetheart, don’t worry about me.” funny he thinks he’s gonna win this game. his ego seems to be so high, not for long! (hopefully) you bring your hand to his thigh and tiptoe your fingers up and down it. “you’re honestly unbelievable, vernon,” you spill out. “wait what did i—“ “you’re so pretty nonnie~~” you giggle out. he blinks. a large smile pulls at your lips. “wooohoo!!” you yell out. “that was unfair, i want a rematch” he says with a smirk. “nope! i won fair and square!” you say after ruffling his hair and getting up. he scoffs and smiles at you before following you out the room.
kyy note//: also thanks to that one person who submitted a request for the seonghwa fic, it’s started! 3 paragraphs in💗😛
#seventeen x reader#seventeen hhu#seventeen#idol x reader#svt x reader#kyy’s dribble drabbles#svt hhu#hansol vernon chwe#choi seungcheol#jeon wonwoo#kim mingyu#hanbinniesmango ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
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[ x ] gene during high school (about komi)
gene who stayed up late at night, he can’t sleep, all because of this stupid boy, stupid dante’s best friend. he hangs around him, borderline clings to him and gene acts like he doesn’t really care, but today komi asked a question: “do you want me to stop?”
and really it was his fault, gene had commented on it in a rather snarky tone. he didn’t mean it like that, but he wasn’t exactly having the best day and zenix making fun of him for it didn’t help.
but something about the gentle way komi asks, not a hint of judgement in his voice, and the way he looks up at gene, looking that pretty, has gene staying up late, doubting his response.
(which was, in his words: being a fucking dick and saying he didn’t care)
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gene who attends school for the first time that month because komi came over to visit dante and said he missed gene.
“that’s weird.”
komi stiffened. “i don’t think so,” he paused. “i like you, so of course i miss seeing you around.”
and he just said walks away, back to dante’s room and gene can’t understand how— how he admits these things so… carelessly. as if it’s nothing.
dante sees gene putting his uniform in the laundry basket that night after you leave, excitedly asking his brother if he was feeling better now. (gene ignores the guilt of lying to his brother about his health).
he says yeah.
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gene who comes to the realisation he’s starting to like komi, in a real and scary way. so he’s quiet. he’s quiet as he watches him casually cuddling with his younger brother during lunch, a normality for them. and he’s quiet as komi jumps out of his brother’s grasp and calls over for him, tripping over his skirt and falling flat on his face, but quickly composing himself and smiling so pretty.
and gene who thinks: oh.
#kyi’s scribbles!#f/o: gene!#the writing demon consumed me sry#((it’s gone again i miss writing so much))
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KYI'S ONE WAY WONDERS ❞
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hey girl...I love your 18+ tarot pick a pile post!!😻
I'm kyi and my crush is oak...i feel like he's on and off with me.....can I have a "how does he feels about me" tarot reading?..🙏....love you.....and please forgive me if I write something wrong, english is not my first language....😍
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Well it's really on and off. He has feelings for you, I think loves you. But also there's something that he is fighting with himself. Or if there's some differencies between you two, your background, so maybe somebody don't want you two together. But I feel it's more like some inner insecurities. But be patient, it seems he will figure it out, just give him some time.
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The writing in the photo | Dear A Nyo Ma Ma, Do remember A San* from the photograph, who held an unbridled and eternal friendship with you You hold a truly unforgettable place in my heart, Khin San Myint October 13, 1936 "A San" is a playful nickname for Khin San Myint, and it's a common naming convention in Burmese culture, similar to names like "A Kyi," "A Mar,” and “A Nyein”
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oh yeah. im rereading the last chapter of the outside to get back into the groove of the story to write the next chapter and i remembered. the whole thing with sam dragging the bucket that's too heavy and refusing to let cas help. that is a metaphor. for like the situation at hand. i dont know if anyone picked up on that tho.
#ao3gingerswag#the outside#every time i write a metaphor and no one explicitly points it out i feel the need to say it directly gfchvjbk#i need to write like a no fear shakespeare type guide to reading KYIS and the wander home verse fvghbjkn
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