#like i know he’s rich and famous in the same circles as them BUT STILL

[pretentiouskneecaps]

okay but also the absolute king move of bringing home both of the people whose posters are on your bedroom wall home to meet your mom at the same time. no one is doing it like Jamie

[diariesofthelover]

Wayne Brothers’ Gala Girl

synopsis: Bruce Wayne’s galas are held every once in a blue moon, but when they did occur, every Gotham socialite was sure to attend. The eldest sons of Gotham’s favorite billionaire always wound up in some trouble to entertain themselves, this time the brothers’ idea of fun was a beautiful woman who looked almost as bored as them.

notes: Jason Todd & Dick Grayson x reader, 3rd person pov, little bit 🌶️, inspired by the painting above.

The Eldest Wayne brothers found themselves in the quietest corner of the gala, bored with no idea of what they can get into this time around to beat last gala’s “performance” as they would call it.

“We could set off the fire alarm,” Dick suggests lazily to his younger brother.

“What are we twelve? Most of the people here already think we’re still fifteen.”

“No, they think you’re still fifteen because you were legally dead for like four years.”

“Shut up, dickwad.”

“HER!” Dick exclaimed, “Her, her, her, her!”

“You were Robin not a fucking parrot, her what?”

“That beautiful beautiful woman right there that looks even more miserable than we do with those tuxedo vultures circling her.”

Tuxedo vultures was spot on. These rich pigs had her trapped, all trying to win her attention one at a time, attempting a better pitch than the last guy. Any kind of manners that were instilled in her from an early age couldn’t apply after the third man insisted that he was the perfect man for her, actually, the perfect man for any proper woman, brains or not. All of the men here were the exact same, they believed their money and family were enough to flatter any woman here, that having any form of a likable personality or distanct traits besides snobbery was, “not something women really wanted.”

The woman couldn’t control her eye roll after the second attempted joke was made, averting her gaze where her eyes landed on the two men who already had their bright eyes on her, Bruce Wayne’s oldest sons.

She didn’t have a problem with the Wayne Family of course, she was after all attending their gala, it was just some of the guests that she wasn’t so fond of.

“What about her?” Jason looks over to who Dick was fawning over. Jason wasn’t blind, actually his vision only got better after he was resurrected, he too thought that the woman was beautiful, maybe one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, which is why he immediately shut Dick down, knowing what he was going to try to do.

“No, Dick. No chance, leave her alone.”

“I don’t think she wants me to,” Dick replies as the woman returns his famous flashy grin with a soft smile.

Dick had been trying to get Jason…well more out there after the whole dying, coming back to life, and then out in the public eye again thing. Jason died young, he barely got a chance to live his teenage years so whenever Jay’s attracted to someone, he starts acting like a teenage boy but at the age of twenty instead of sixteen.

Dick, make every girl swoon over him since his Robin days, Grayson mastered the whole girl thing by now and is trying to be his not so little brother’s tonight’s wingman.

“Follow me,” Dick whispers to Jason, not taking his eyes of the beauty across from him.

Dick and a hesitant Jason make their way over to the group of men that were all secretly jealous of their father, probably jealous of his sons too, interrupting the lifeless conversation and taking all of her focus off the vultures and onto him and Jason.

“Good evening gentlemen, how are we doing tonight?” Jason almost gagged at his at his brother’s fake politeness, he was always the better one at socializing, his charming personality didn’t stop at women.

“Richard Grayson, boy you’ve certainly grown up since I last saw you!” An older man around Bruce’s age greets him stirring up the rest of the men.

“Dick Grayson huh, pleasure to finally meet Gotham’s new prince.”

“I hear you’re very popular with the ladies,” the group erupted into laughter, these men really love any jokes to do with a woman don’t they?

“And you must be Bruce’s other son, Tim is it?” Jason’s takes his eyes off the woman to give the man a slight scowl, he promised Bruce he’d behave tonight.

“No, no, that’s Jason the one that…” one of the men tries to begin to tell the epic tale of Jason Todd.

“Say, we would love to stay and chat but our date has been waiting for us for quite a bit now,” Dick quickly interrupts him before Jason pulls out any kind of weapon on these men and offers his hand to the woman.

She places her hand into his thinking that she’d rather be a damsel in a in distress in need of saving by a knight, or in Gotham’s case a masked vigilante, instead of spending another moment with some men that are old enough to be her father thinking about how’d she make the perfect trophy wife and the younger who simply want to get laid after the gala. As Dick pulls her away from the hungry drunken men, she offers her hand to Jason who gives her a confused and flustered look.

“If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Grayson said our date,” she says to him in the most soothing and charming voice Jason’s ever heard.

Forcing himself to snap out of this teenage haze, Jason takes her hand earning a smile from both her and his brother.

“I hope you don’t mind us whisking you away like that, you just seemed like you weren’t enjoying yourself,” Dick started, never dropping his darling smile.

“I don’t mind at all, I needed an excuse to get away from them,” the woman looks back at the men as they watch the brothers walk away with their “prize” in envy, “god they’re pathetic,” she sighs.

“Tell me about it,” Jason mumbles beside her.

“All night I’ve been surrounded by these people that only talk about their money, their jobs, their mansion and penthouses, it’s a bit exhausting, they really can’t think of anything else to discuss. It’s fascinating that they really think that’s the way to win over a woman.”

“Well I can promise you we’re a lot more interesting than that,” Dick laughs, “We also have access to all parts of the manor, how about Jason and I give you a little tour?” Dick states rather than asks earning a questioning look from Jason about what he’s planning.

“If you insist.”

Jason knew how Dick wanted him to jump into the dating pool. He frequently tried to set him up with either other vigilantes so he wouldn’t have to worry about his partner 24/7, or an ordinary Gotham citizen where Jason could escape from Gotham’s criminals and Red Hood duties to enjoy a semi-normal life. What Jason wasn’t understanding was why Dick had a chosen a woman that he was madly attracted to as well.

As Dick began his small tour of the manor, Jason stood awkwardly alongside the woman who was attentively watching his older brother and the places he showed. Jason didn’t know if he should join in or take over, make some small talk, he was sort of frozen in place and shy. You’d think that the big bad Red Hood who always had a mouth on him since he was Robin and would break Batman’s moral code would be the last person to get nervous around a pretty girl, maybe Red Hood wouldn’t but Jason Todd would.

“And this is the library, Jason’s favorite place in the manor,” Jason was snapped out of his thoughts when Dick mentioned his name, “once he comes in here you won’t see him for hours.”

“Big reader?” It took a moment for Jason to realize that the question was for him and not Dick.

“Yea, um, yes, I love literature.”

“Really, would do you love to read?” She was now fully focused on Jason who was struggling to maintain eye contact as his cheeks and ears were colored red.

He couldn’t keep his cool physically but he could try verbally, “classics,” he responded simply, not adding more to his portion of the conversation to which Dick internally sighed to.

“Dostoevsky, Shakespeare, Austen?” The charming woman tried to get something out of the boy.

“All of them, and more of course,” Jason gave her a shy smile.

She heads towards the leather chair that Jason always sits in, making herself comfortable in his spot.

“This where you sit, get lost in all those stories you read?”

Something about her sitting in his chair made his blood rush. The way that she had made it look twice the size bigger being half the size of Jason, the way she relaxed into his chair, sinking into his molding. The boy was so mesmerized he forgot to answer her question.

Dick noticed and decided to swoop in, “Mhm, right here,” Dick drags now standing over her, “he’s a very smart guy you know with all the books he reads, runs in the family.”

She slowly shifted her gaze from Jason to Dick who was getting closer and closer, “I guess the looks do too, interesting for adopted brothers,” earning a smile from both boys.

“Excuse my brother for his shortness, we usually occupy ourselves with stunts at these galas, not beautiful women,” Dick says switching the attention back onto Jason, “he can get pretty shy.” Normally that statement would earn a punch to the shoulder or at least a nasty remark but Dick was right, Jason was pretty shy around pretty girls.

Dick and the mystery woman were now smiling at Jason who was leaned against the wall, close enough to where he can see the rise and fall of her chest, but far enough from engaging the way Dick was.

Dick gently tilts her head up with his large calloused hands forcing their gala girl to look up at him, “What do you think of my brother?”

Now it was the woman’s turn to be painted red, “I think he’s one of the most handsome and intriguing men I’ve ever seen.”

“And me?” Dick pouts.

“I think you’re one of the most handsome and charming man i’ve ever come across,” she says in a sultry tone that lures the boys in like sailors to a siren.

Both Dick and Jason’s blood is rushing, relishing in the fact that this goddess of a woman found the boys to be worthy of her attraction, that nobody else at the gala was as good as them.

“Tell me something, both of you,” she starts, “why stray from your usual chaos and shenanigans to show me around your manor?”

“You’re much more intriguing than anything we had in mind,” says Jason surprisingly boldly as he moves closer to her.

“You’re the most entertaining here tonight, baby,” adds in Dick who quickly got back his confidence after a brush to his ego.

“I heard I was beautiful too,” she teased, trying to get the higher ground again.

“I bet you get told that a lot, don’t you angel? You think that’s what those pigs were telling her Jay? How much of a pretty girl she is,” It was too late though, once Dick Grayson got wound up, he got complete control, “Now you tell me something doll, did they tell you how sexy you look in that dress of yours?” She shakes her head no, any kind of witty and teasing responses wiped from her pretty head, “Aw, well that’s just wrong, Jason tell her how good she looks in that dress.”

Both eyes are on Jason, waiting for his compliment, “She looks—you look stunning in that dress,” Dick was waiting for more, he knew Jason had the vocabulary he just needed the push, “You suit my color, red’s my favorite,” now they were getting something out of him.

“I’ll be sure to think of you when I wear red again,” god she was good. Dick had to bring the power back to him and Jason again, this all quickly became a game to him, his real entertainment for tonight’s gala.

“And what if we got rid of the red,” Dick slips the strap of her dress off her shoulder causing her to shudder, he’s in control again, “how’s that look?”

“Fuck,” Jason whispered under his breath.

“I think Jason feels the same way about it as I do,” with how quiet it was in the library his whisper was heard easily by the two, “what do you think pretty, you think it’s better?”

She felt like how Jason felt in the beginning, mesmerized and stunned. From Dick talking to her so confidently and his usage of pet names, to the way Jason was losing his fucking mind over her.

“Y’gonna answer me or are you gonna keep looking at Jay with fuck me eyes?” Dick wasn’t jealous, he was trying to tease the two, get them riled up.

Before she gets to respond there’s a knock at the door, “Master Richard and Master Jason, Master Bruce requests your attendance for at least another half hour.”

“We’ll be right out Alfred,” Richard quickly answered before Alfred could barge in on the scene, “shall we?”

Dick heads towards the door as Jason and their gala girl slowly fix themselves up, avoiding any kind of eye contact with each other.

Dick stops Jason before they head back out to the gala, “You’re welcome, Jaybird.”

[singukieee]

—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 2) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ editor's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Dreams of You by seoktishie

You are a theater actress who dreams of becoming a successful Broadway star. You’ve dedicated your whole life hustling for the show, surrounded by a supportive family and friends you never thought you would lose your best friend and boyfriend on the same day. This puts your dreams to a halt, and you decide to take a break and a soul-searching trip to Korea, where you meet a successful artist that reconnects your love for the arts. OR You accidentally meet Kim Namjoon of BTS, and you had no idea of how an amazing person he is nor how he is the leader of the biggest boyband to date!

🗯️ the yearning and pining *chef's kiss*

Epiphany by 2stanornot2stan

Your soulmate mark seemed self-centred to you "I'm the one I should love" Who would ever want to love someone with that as their soulmate mark?

🗯️ this one is painful. but writing's so good, doesn't fail in pulling my heartstrings.

Escapade by bonnehh_

"Where the hell am I?!" He shrieked, stumbling over his feet like a newborn deer. He was a panicking mess, spinning around in circles to see the unfamiliar sight of giant trees and bushy plants covering the land. The forest was heavily rich with greenery, vegetation and strange fruits. Fallen leaves covered the ground, creating a crunching sound after every step he took. "Calm down, Sweets." I calmly voiced amidst his loud screeches. My words cut through his mess of a mind making him freeze on his spot. Turning on his heel, he noticed me. He stumbled back immediately, possibly because I was covered in angry, red scratches and the bandages covering my arms alerted the male. "What the fudge?!!?! Who- who are you??" He shouted, alarmed by my…seemingly beaten-up figure. "I'm Diana. Welcome to the game." I smiled softly. Hoping my excitement can keep a hold of itself for the sake of keeping the man from getting scared. Dumbfounded, He could only let one word out, "Huh?". Oh boy.

🗯️ a cool one! many adventures and mc has freakishly good survival skills. this honestly cured my longing for that one fic that's no more that was also survival, adventure and game themed with slight crack. I think it was called 'Ready Player One'? (not that famous book and movie). but I think it was a translated ver of a chinese ff on another platform. Idk I still missed it very much, it was also very good. (If you know anything abt this, pls dm me!)

Ethereal by @purpleyoonn

After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

🗯️ I love soulmate stories, this author also has good writing so

Euphoric Endeavours by haveagreatday

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus' most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth. Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger. It's too bad that they can't seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

🗯️ enemies to lovers, anyone?

Everything Falls (Into Place) by Hiromi_20 / @blog-name-idk

"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly. You perked up from where the couch had been swallowing you. "What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused. "You'd be living with a bunch of dudes." "Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something." "Well, yeah, but…" "But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration. "They're all… hot." Silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips. "You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"

🗯️ another really well-written crack fic! goshhh this one's so goood! this one's the real friends to lovers, gosh the pining is just *chef's kiss*

Finding My Pack by @untaemedqueen (paid on Patreon but so worth it)

In which an all-alpha pack unexpectedly found their mate isolated in a sterile room. So the only right thing would be to pamper and love her to make up for all those years she spent alone and lonely.

🗯️ spicyy 🥵 but also cute. I love protective mates

Flaw in The System by Strayberry_

She has 8 moons on her wrist. So do they.

🗯️ honestly Idk what to say about this one. just prepare your tissues for this family of misfits that fit so well together.

Full House by fillomina

Y/N has a steady job and lives alone, that is, until she tags along with her friend to the shelter. Jimin, Hobi, and Yoongi have been waiting to get adopted, and their chance has finally arrived. With the small hybrid pack now living with Y/N, her life never has a dull moment. As Y/N gets used to her new family, she also begins learning more about old friends, making new ones, and getting a very full house.

🗯️ I'd say that I don't like the fact that yn's kinda treated as a doormat at some parts, but it's still good and quite well-written found family fic.

Getting Back Into The Swing of Things by @jellifysh

Hearing her voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when she was all he had. How she was his everything, supported him with everything she had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off her back. "Joon?" Y/n sniffled. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, its been years," "No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, its okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?" "You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like, old times, okay?" Namjoon was tripping over his words now, he just felt like if he didn't see her now, he would be too late for… something. What, he wasn't sure, but there was an urgent need to have her home safe.

🗯️ just re-read this one again literally yesterday, still as good as the first time. I love strangers to friends to lovers.

Her by untouchablerave

The question hangs between you, and you’re desperate to ask it. Usually, you don’t mind much who is on the other end of the appointment, as you’re so focused on a list of kinks, trying to map out a scene in your head, but this time, the ‘who’ is all you can focus on. Your boss looks at you. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but… do you know BTS?” Your head snaps up in shock. “You’re fucking with me,” you gasp. “I’m dead serious,” your boss replies. “Jeon Jungkook just came of age. He wants to lose it right away.”

🗯️ spicy but soft soft softtt

Hidden Marks series by Havenesa

❶ Hidden Marks

What does it mean to be soulmates? What do I love about her? What is the reason? Does there need to be a rational reason to love someone? Maybe I love her amber eyes, or the way she tries to hide her smile whenever we get into playful arguments, or her love for just living. Maybe I just love her because she is simply just Han Sera.

🗯️ This one's so angsty yet so good, the writing's also so good at making the characters so human that I'd always end up sobbing at every re-read.

❷ Connecting Hearts

What defines a soulmate? Is it the mark that you were born with, only shared with a selected few? Or a bond which was created through pain and suffering? You'll have to read to find out.

Highlight by Alphathyx

Hana attends Atlas Academy of Arts also known as the AAA to pursue her passions in Hiphop with best friend Hoseok and Prince Charming Jimin. The school gets selected along with other arts schools to compete in an inter-school competition which prize could open doors to any arts students dreams. She along with seven boys, discover what it means to love, but a tragic incident spirals the competition and them into a mystery no one saw coming.

🗯️ friendship and struggle to success <3

Hotel California by Deliebre

You are a badass business guru that works for a huge gaming company. Your home is Korea but you travel often. You are in California for work but keep bumping into hot Korean men, which makes you want to do more than bumping...

🗯️ immediate connection... yes please!

In The Dark by BearPawBeach

"How can that be? I am looking right at you. I am speaking to you right now." "That's the thing. I don't know! That's why I came here today. Yesterday, when you laughed at me, you laughed at me. I almost didn't believe it myself, but the more I thought about it, the crazier it sounded. So I came here to see you and to know if you can see me!" she blurted out. He could not believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Look, you don't need to lie to me. There is no need to make up some crazy excuse to meet someone." "I'm not lying! I really am invisible," she argued back. The man just threw his hands up to concede and turned to walk away from her again, walking right out of the building. The girl followed in hot pursuit. "Do you really not believe me? Why would I make something like that up? Yes, I know it sounds crazy. If I were you, I would probably think it's nuts too, but I am telling you the truth!"

🗯️ mc is invisible in this one, story's kinda sad and cute!

In Your Roots by sweetinsanityy

Jungkook is the perfect alpha, a little too perfect. Being the youngest in Bangtan, a group full of alpha's, friction has been happening between him and the boys. He's too strong, too dominating, too wild, and too much for Bangtan to handle. The perfect solution? An omega just for himself. You happen to be the perfect candidate. But the other boys want a taste of you as well. Or, you're hired to be an omega for Jungkook to take care of, and maybe he and the rest of the boys get too attached.

🗯️ another one about the boys being absolute simps!

Iridescent Love by @imnotlauriane

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

🗯️ sad... but it got better. and what did I say abt imnotlauriane's stories? they're all good!

It's a Little Complex? by Infired_Mochi

Starting college and moving into a new apartment with complete independence has been your goal. Due to all the hard work at the cafe during your high school years, and your parents pitching in a few dollars, you can afford to stay in the apartment that is just the right size. However, did you get more than you bargained for? A few other college students occupy the rooms next to yours, seven to be exact. Eight rooms reside on the third floor of the apartment complex and yours is on the farthest right wing, apartment number 308. Just wait until you meet them.

🗯️ sooo it's a little complex... just read it!

Late Bloomer by basicwitch13

Despite growing up in a wolf pack, you were never able to shift nor had a second gender present itself. It seemed, by all accounts, that you were a typical human. So you carried on, burying yourself in your work as a sociology professor—until one of your students introduces you to his pack and changes everything.

🗯️ yes to yearning, pining, and healing.

Like Crazy by @euphoricfilter

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

🗯️ so freakin well-written

Little Do You Know... by @yoongiofmine

In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

🗯️ another idk what to sayy, just read bcs it's so gooood.

Magic Shop by AriZedd

In which Yn is meeting new friends (and an old one) getting charmed day by day.

🗯️ just read this crack fic, strangers to friends to ... I'm obsessed.

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4 | NAVI

[absolutebl]

Okay, FINE, the shows you should watch for BL's QUEER AF roots

You ready to go hunting?

Many of these are difficult to find. Also many of the images of them and their posters have been block/banned by tumblr, so, no screen grabs for you! (Good times.)

I don't necessarily *like* any of these, but if you are queer and in this fandom and need to dialogue around BL's queerness - these are going to provide a foundation for you. They are important for various industry, reputation, directorial, and cultural reasons. As seeds often are.

Trigger warnings throughout.

The true beginnings:

Boys Love, Japan's 2006 movie is a REALLY rough start featuring a journalist + hot model = murder gay, mild necrophilia, cheating, abuse, rape, and suicide for love. Start as you mean to go on, why don't you, Japan? Is it queer... maybe? Is it BL... honey, I am very sorry to inform you, this started BL.

Note: Yoshikazu Kotani is famous in og BL circles since he acted in 3 early BLs, both Boys Loves and then Same Difference. Also he v tall and hawt.

Eternal Summer, Taiwan 2006 - unlike Japan, Taiwan did NOT start how it would, eventually, go on. But what a messy way to start. A high school story of 3 besties in a love triangle, self discovery, and sexual awakening that fucks it all up.

No Regret, Korea 2006, is a very unhinged queer catastrophe piece about a lost gay man who ends up a host and then almost a murderer because of both his job and his identity.

Note: This is the directorial feature film debut of Lee-Song Hee-il Korea's (so far as I know) first openly gay director who specialized (to this day) in queer content.

The Love of Siam, Thailand 2007, this was Thailand's queer awakening, sure they would backpedal for YEARS after, but in 2022 they began to remember what this movie was (and did) and overtly referenced this quiet little masterpiece. This movie is sad but stunning in that way that the best queer works from Thailand can be (like Present Perfect or ITSAY.) It has Thailand's quintessential softness around theme and character, which you'll understand perfectly when highlighted against the backdrop of the early 2000s works from Japan, Korea, and Taiwan. Thailand will never lose this soft style and it's one of the most attractive qualities of Thai BL: it's never very harsh with us or its characters. This movie very easily COULD have been quite harsh indeed.

I thought long and hard about including Rice Rhapsody AKA Hainan Chicken Rice (Hainan ji fan) on this list and finally decided it doesn't really qualify. Still let me mention Hong Kong's 2005 movie. It is amazing, fascinating, and very rough going for an ostensible comedy. It wasn't the actual beginning because few saw it and Hong Kong never really picked up or ran with BL let alone QL, but it was hella queer. It's also hella homophobic.

Just Friends? (2009 Korea) - this is Korea's first (kinda) upbeat version of a BL featuring already established boyfriends, one of whom is on military leave, trying to decide on coming out, family life, and the future. All of these are themes Korea will pretty much never tackle again, retreating as they would to their bubble. But what a fun little offering this little show was and is to this day. You should watch it.

Like Love 1 AKA I Love You As A Man: Part 1 - China's 2014 offering is actually pretty classic early form live action yaoi with things like whipping boy, a university setting, rich/poor jock/nerd pairing, hard grumpy/sunshine and a very odd title. It's pre-censorship with an HEA, also explicit, yeah China once did that. This is a lot less queer that it is classic BL and classic Chinese romance, neither of which have any kind of connection to reality. But hey, that's what I'm here for. But it's important to note the drifting away from queerness beginning to occur.

Love Sick - Thailand's 2014 "boys in blues shorts" high school set soapy (in all ways) offering is widely considered the true beginning of Thai BL and by default, eventually, BL as we know it today. (As the biggest producer they somewhat dictate taste and trends in the genre.) This is one of those BLs that owes almost nothing to yaoi, although it started a number of tropes that are now endemic to Thai BL. What it is, instead, is a well scripted story of bisexual self-discovery and the inherent chaos of loving someone of the same gender for the first time, all wrapped up in hormones, existing relationships, and communication issues. It is high school queer angst at its messiest. Nothing is going to be easy for these boys because queer isn’t easy but also because life isn’t easy… welcome to adulthood sweethearts. Is is overtly queer? For 2014 Thailand? Sure is.

Love Next Door 2 a movie from 2014 and one of Thailand’s early very high heat pieces, it’s odd, but sexy I guess? Some unexpectedly decent queer rep including femme characters getting screen time + HEAs. (Part one from 2013 has the same high heat content and features the same lead character (and actor) discovering he is gay with the sex worker next door, but isn't as good nor is it relevant to this installment.)

A few other unknowns, for the queer babies

Wait For Me at Udagawachou AKA Udagawachou de Matteteyo - from Japan in 2015, this is a story about two boys in high school one of whom is a repressed outsider and the other who has a terrible secret (body dysmorphia & cross dressing). When the first boy discovers what's up with the second one, his reaction is very much fetishization. "Oh Japan must you?" kinda started for me with this show. But in this case, Japan, weirdly MUST. This is the ONLY show laboring under (and testing) a pointedly straight lens (or is it?) and identity examination (yes but which boys' identity? that's the question) that I've EVER seen even edge into the BL genre. It is crazy queer, even as it mostly focuses on the fetishization of identity from an outsider's perspective. I WISH more people in fandom would watch it so I could at least talk to someone about it.

The Lover (BL Cut) Korea's 2015 series had multiple couples in an apartment complex, one pair of whom is a BL romance between a Korean man and a visiting Japanese tourist (played by a Kpop idol). It's comedic, slapstick sexy only (no kissing), but basically starts up Korea's bubble and use of idols in BL. It's kinda fascinating to watch them dodge around and still represent gayness in what (is sadly destined to become) a very Chinese way, but which Korea in pursuit of Hallyu and market share would morph into the bubble.

Mr. X and I from China in 2015 is a compilation piece and, I think, the first of this kind of multiple narrative shorter grab bags AKA "Sampler Pack BL." Two of the stories are very queerly sad, but the third is CLASSIC BL of the kind that would become China's best (and last) true BL, Addicted.

Sweet Boy, (Thai 2016) Chimon's first gay role and it is quite sad, oddly sexy, and similar to Dew the movie or My Bromance (just so you know what you are in for) but the acting is on point. When Thailand goes dark, this is how they do it, but this is rough going for baby queers because that's the darkness it is exploring. Our old thematic friends: the pain of self discovery and coming out into a homophobic environment and unfriendly reality, and the cost of being the one able (and willing) to stay in the closet.

Method (Korea 2017) this movie is a May/December actor/idol pairing, that should have been everything I wanted in life but is more about the older character cheating on his wife and their weird “artsy” relationship and frankly, I hated it. And I don’t say that lightly. Is it queer? Who tf knows, but is sure has some interesting things to say about the nature of PERFORMATIVE queerness.

Red Balloon is Taiwan's 2017 precursor BL to their biggest and most famous prestige piece Your Name Engraved Herein. If you're making a choice, choose that instead, but this series certainly paved the way for it to come into existence. Both shows tackle the pressures of culture and social structures on self acceptance and identity and the loneliness inevitably caused by conflict between the two.

(As indeed does Life Love On The Line, Present Perfect, Grey Rainbow, Tropical Night, My Sky, and many other queer meets early BL pieces that revolved around coming out and family acceptance.)

China's 3 2017 "they tried to censor the gay... and it went HORRIBLY wrong":

Beloved Enemy,

The Fairy Fox,

Mr. CEO is Falling in Love with Him.

Honestly these 3 are basically the uncanny valley of BLs.

The Novelist AKA The Pornographer series (2018-2020). Messy psychological machinations, gaslighting, fetishization, sexual corruption, and more good times from "well, what did you expect?" Japan, but also no holds barred queer, just well and truly fucked in the head (and arse) about it.

The Cornered Mouse Dreams of Cheese AKA Kyuso wa Chizu no Yume wo Miru (Japan 2020) - Drama llama queers so queer and so dramatic it's like Japan is trying to PROVE something: obsession, cheating, break-up, reunion, then break up again, all of it explicit. This show is just SO JAPANESE. I can't even, but you should watch it and you'll know exactly what I mean. Something like My Personal Weatherman owes it's lineage to this kind of BL. If you like Japan naked, boney, emo, and smoking (hot & ciggy) you will love this, and should watch it. It's objectively amazing, I can't stand it, but I NEED people to talk about it more.

More Queer Stuff about BL from moi

BL Linguistics & Queer Identity - I Am Gay versus I Like Men 

Will BL Get More Honestly Queer? 

Actually gay, not BL gay - the idea of “by queers, for queers, about queers,” the BL bubble, sanitized gay, and a queer lens

Queer lens (from the director) and chemistry (from the actors) in BL (A Tale of Thousand Stars)

Touch & Daisy in Secret Crush On You - Queer Coded Language and 3rd Gender Identity

BL in Taiwan & Gay Marriage

Debating Queerbaiting in BL ( + Devil Judge… is it queerbaiting?) 

BL Actors and the Assumption of Queerness - outing actors, coming out, being out, more:  Is that BL actor actually queer?

So is it really fetishization? straight women loving bl 

Some BL fans are sasaengs, and it’s a problem in this fandom 

BLs That Highlight How Society Treats Queers

10 BLs That Are Honest to a Queer Experience 

If you like these kinds of shows try the "Moody Arthouse Smackdoodle" section of this post too.

Happy watching!

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[necrotic-nephilim]

For the ask game

What do think would happen in a brudick au where they go public by getting married

for the ask game!

public reactions to BruDick my beloved. i've done a couple of concept similar to this for the ask game but i will do a thousand more just because i think they're fun.

i think all of it hinges on *when* Bruce and Dick publically get married. and because they're both smart about it, they wouldn't rush it. even if their relationship has been going on since they were a teenager, there's a lot of angles to consider. not just how the League will react, but how Gotham will react. this is Bruce Wayne publically marrying his ward and that's a massive scandal. they would hold off as long as they possibly could, likely until Dick is in his mid-twenties. i think they would spin it as something they're not exactly hiding, but not super public about either. Bruce didn't turn the wedding into a press parade (Dick would've killed him if he tried) but he doesn't hide the wedding band and he's quite public with affection toward Dick, in a very "i dear you to say something" way. and the reaction is. baffled, at first. because how *do* you say something? this is *Bruce Wayne*. he has the cleanest image possible. sure, the League expected it, they've seen the uglier side of Bruce, but the public? no one knows how to report on the story because Bruce is a philanthropist. he's charming and beloved.

there are a lot of questions at first. and it doesn't help that Bruce "will tell anyone about his sexual escapades" Wayne is now suddenly shy about sharing his relationship details. he says Dick prefers the privacy and leaves it at that, always pivoting when he's asked to bring up something else, like one his charity programs. it's a very calculated move, and sharper reporters like Vicki Vale are noticing how Bruce always changes the topic to bring up his charity work, painting himself in a good light. so she focuses on trying to talk to Dick. cornering him when he's trying to work, pushing all these questions about things like grooming and Dick's status as Bruce's ward. i think Dick would be far less kind to the press just because he has less patience (and less of a reputation to maintain, if anything he's a bit amused by this whole thing affecting Bruce's rep as much as it is) so his rude responses are fuel to the fiire. long think pieces are posted about about grooming, and then in support of Bruce's marriage, long thing pieces are written about the history of adult adoption in gay spaces. it's all very messy and drawn out and Bruce's reputation certainly takes the hit. i'd love to see this happen specifically around Tim's Robin era and it affecting Jack Drake's trust in Bruce, in allowing his son around Bruce. if Bruce could groom his own ward, who's to say he won't do it to Jack. i'd love to see Jack updating his will that Bruce Wayne isn't allowed to adopt his son, should something happen to him and that affecting Tim after Bruce dies.

i also love the thought of this whole thing causing Bruce to be approved by the "wrong" crowd. there are other celebrities and famous people who take part in questionable activities that border on illegal and trafficking, and now, those people would see Bruce as one of their own. they embrace Bruce socially, and i think it'd be the repercussion Bruce would despise the most. if good people see him as a creep, he'll live with it. but other creeps thinking he's the same as them is a step too far. but, he can spin that to his advantage. he testifies against them, recording conversations of admitting to crimes instead of going after them as Batman. because it helps clean up the image of Bruce Wayne if Bruce is the one taking down rich pedophiles. but it still raises suspicion that Bruce is doing this just for that reason- to look better. he's alienated from most of his Brucie Wayne social circles- even Oliver, who used to be willing to play nice with him in front of the cameras has *no* interest in associating with Bruce after this. the League is. tolerating the marriage and accepting that Dick is an adult they can't tell what to do (even though many of them have pulled him aside to ask if he's okay and gotten brushed off) but that doesn't mean they have to be nice about it. it causes small tanks in Bruce's reputation, even affecting his company enough that he momentarily steps down from CEO, probably giving the position to Lucius for the time being, just to redeem himself.

anytime Bruce takes in a new ward, it's questioned by the public. Cass, Duke, even Damian raises eyebrows as everyone's wondering the unspoken question, if Bruce is going to get with *this* one too. but as the years go on, Bruce remains perfectly loyal to Dick. and Dick seems content as an equal partner to Bruce. if anything, Bruce's loyalty to Dick helps rebuild his reputation more than anything. everyone expects him to ditch Dick for the newest young ward, but he doesn't. which seems to prove that Bruce and Dick were telling the truth about their relationship just happening out of the blue. some people are diehard defending Bruce, pointing out how long Dick lived in Bludhaven before Bruce and Dick got married and if Bruce was grooming Dick, why would he have let that happen, and so on. Dick's autonomy is heavily questioned in all of this, no matter what Dick insists. i think Dick would start posting romantic pictures on his social media just to be spiteful, no matter how much it gives Bruce a heart attack. he dares people to say to his face what they'll say online, making galas particularly tense and interesting, because while Bruce is trying to damage control, Dick is staring down anyone attempting to imply things by making them admit it directly. it forces most of the gossiping to settle down, just because how Dick refuses to beat around the bush. i love the idea of Bruce having a publicist who is Perpetually Stressed Out by Dick's shit.

eventually, everyone accepts it. Bruce still doesn't get back into the social circles he's been exiled from and some creeps try to rub elbows with him, but the hype around it dies down. it becomes one of those things talked about on social media, like a "top ten things you didn't know about Bruce Wayne", with number one being that Bruce married his ward. i think Bruce and Dick would work hard to scrub the internet of proof that Dick was Bruce's ward in the first place. since Dick was never adopted, they just delete a lot of pictures, get articles taken down, and largely let the public forget the idea it happened. they can't completely scrub it, but there's definitely an effort put forth to remove it from recent memory and make it something you'd have to dig to find out about. Dick Grayson is just seen as Bruce Wayne's questionably young husband who helps in take care of all the kids he takes in. they get more affectionate in public because of it, as Bruce gets bolder kissing Dick at galas, always having an arm around him, bringing him to meetings. Dick becomes Bruce's arm candy and well, Dick is a pretty man, so can anyone blame Bruce? they're a photogenic couple and Bruce likes to highlight that. he likes to make people stare, now that the whispers of morality have died down. it's proof that Bruce had his cake and is eating it too, getting to publically marry Dick and still be loved at the end of the day, even if it took a couple rough years to get there.

[delulu-is-the-soluluh]

Scars of Flames and Wind | Chapter 4

Chap 3

A Dark!Rowaelin x afab!Reader

(Temporary) Summary:  Aelin and Y/N shared a deep bond since childhood, growing up together in the royal courts of Terrasen as their innocent crushes hinted at a future romance. However, the invasion of Adarlan shattered their world. Aelin was forced to become Celaena, while Y/N stayed behind, joining the rebellion and becoming their most lethal spy, never ceasing to look for the princess. That is until she accidentally meets with a famous assassin who’s eyes she knows for so long.

Warnings: Not proof read. yn (I guess) I changed one thing or two for the sake of the plot. Set on Crown of Midnight.

Chapter 4 l As time goes by; part two

The night was sultry, heavy with the intense scent of saltwater, and the stars twinkled with the same intensity as the curiosity hidden behind the masks covering the faces of everyone at the party. The ballroom was radiant, illuminated by golden chandeliers and adorned with velvet tapestries, creating an atmosphere that exuded glamour and power. A masquerade ball, the traditional Litha celebration—and I was right at its center, playing yet another role none of them would suspect.

I confess that a part of me was thrilled when Aedion told me about the ball. Deep down, I missed the dresses, the adornments, the delicacies, and the chocolates served. Even with the plan in mind, I allowed myself a small moment of indulgence. I was wrapped in a light, flowing ball gown made of a soft green fabric, like summer leaves, with silver details that shimmered in the light, like sunlight reflecting on water.

The bodice was delicate, with silver threads woven into subtle patterns, while the skirt flowed in soft layers that moved gracefully, reminiscent of the warm summer breeze. The lightness of the dress, contrasted with the richness of the silver, made me look like an ethereal vision—a tree swaying gently in the wind. Wearing an intricate mask that concealed my eyes and hid my identity, I made sure to appear as a noble, not only to blend in with the other lavishly dressed guests but also because it was Aedion’s money, not mine. An early birthday gift, he had said.

Although the king knew there was indeed someone infiltrating his court, none of the guests knew who or what I was—not even Prince Dorian or Chaol, the captain of the guard. They saw me only as another noble guest, someone dedicated to gossiping about the court's latest scandals, and the king had never seen me without the mask. But, in truth, I was there to spread more than just gossip.

The music played softly in the background, blending with the murmur of conversations and muffled laughter. I spent the entire evening gliding among groups of guests, dropping subtle words, like poison, about a possible coup within the court and the need for someone as ruthless as the king to lead the crown's protection.

“Did you know assassins still attack the kingdom?” My voice was soft as I responded to a middle-aged nobleman with brown hair, but loud enough to catch the attention of a few curious faces. “Those who care nothing for the king or the court draw closer to our homes every day—perhaps even to our circles. And who will stop them if we don’t have someone capable of doing what must be done?”

His voice, though calm, carried a note of skepticism. “Yes, yes, assassins might still be at large,” he replied, nodding with a forced smile, “but at what cost, my dear? Do we truly want the kingdom protected by someone so... ruthless? Sure, having someone like that on our side might solve what needs solving, but shouldn’t we rely on our own forces? Or are you suggesting we depend on someone of equal ruthlessness to safeguard our crown?”

With an overly sweet smile but a firm gaze, I replied in a soft yet challenging tone, “And since when do we draw the line between justice and tyranny?”

My eyes met Dorian’s from across the room, where he stood in a corner surrounded by women laughing and chatting as he drank, clearly letting himself be swept up in the party's energy. Captain Chaol stood beside him, as always, more serious—a stone amidst a sea of frivolity.

Dorian let out a sarcastic laugh, his eyes gleaming with a familiar cynicism. “Ah, yes, everything is under control. As my father always says, ‘Why worry about what happens outside the palace walls?’ Of course, the problem is he never knew where to stop. To him, control means crushing anyone who dares question him. So yes, it’s all... an exaggeration.”

I couldn’t suppress a faint smile tinged with disdain. The prince, with all his carefree energy, thought he could hide behind a glass of wine and the laughter of women as if nothing mattered. But I knew what he really thought about the court—deep down, he wanted more than just to be the libertine everyone saw.

“Exaggeration, Your Highness?” My voice was soft, but irony dripped from every word. “I don’t know... Perhaps you’re right. The court is entirely free of danger. And who needs an assassin to protect the throne?” I grew bolder, stepping closer to him, my eyes glinting from behind the mask as I spoke low enough for only him to hear. “But if you truly want to earn your father’s approval, perhaps you should start by choosing the best among the nobles here. The court needs more than a prince who hides behind parties and wine.”

Dorian’s smile faltered for a moment, his gaze sharpening. He didn’t like being challenged, and despite being drunk, the provocation hit its mark. “You don’t understand my position. It’s not about being the best or the worst. It’s not about earning my father’s approval.”

“Of course not,” I countered, my voice softening but carrying a hidden edge. “If that were the case, you wouldn’t be so unconcerned with what happens outside these walls. But the truth is, you’re not the man the court needs. You’re just another distraction—or at least that’s how you’ve chosen to appear.”

Dorian seemed to steady himself but couldn’t find the words to reply. The silence stretched between us, and that’s when I decided to deliver the final blow.

“But who knows... if you choose to be braver, to care a little more about who’s in control, perhaps you could finally prove yourself useful for something other than being an indolent prince. It’s frustrating to see such a brilliant mind, someone who knows what’s truly right, waste away in alcohol and debauchery.” My voice dropped to an almost seductive tone. “And if you truly want to be taken seriously by your father, you should choose the best champion for this kingdom.”

The prince, still visibly irritated, cast a sharp look in my direction but couldn’t muster a retort. I knew he was beginning to realize that perhaps something more complex was brewing beneath the surface of this court.

Chaol, who had been silently observing until then, finally moved, placing a firm hand on Dorian’s shoulder. “Don’t waste your time on provocations, Your Highness. It’s not worth it.”

I stepped back, still smiling. “You’re right, Captain. But sometimes, what’s worth it is what keeps us on our toes.”

Chaol shot me a sharp glance, and I returned my most innocent smile. I knew that tonight, I had taken another step in the right direction—that the prince—heavens prove me right, as clever as Sorscha claims he is—would carry my words with him. I turned back to the group I had been mingling with, satisfied with our exchange. After all, it wasn’t just about manipulating the prince. It was about finding the court's weaknesses and using them to my advantage.

I could still feel the weight of the lord’s murder on my shoulders—the memory of his fallen body etched in my mind, along with the entire throne room conversation, where the lord's head lay at his feet on the day of my departure. The king had agreed to Aedion’s proposal of having an assassin as a champion, sending me back to The Bane and ordering me to head for Suria, the coastal city of Terrasen. The disgust and hatred still churned inside me, knowing firsthand how my cousin was treated—no longer a mere pet—and realizing that because of that wretched king, we had lost everything and were forced to work in the shadows.

But the plan was working, no matter how crazy or bizarre it seemed. It was madness to follow the advice of a specter that appeared in dreams. I knew I had been losing my sanity for a long time, but full-on insanity wasn’t part of the plan. Not when the rebellion was gaining ground. Not when my own steps were becoming steadier, even if they barely dulled the bitterness. Sam’s death, Arobynn’s actions with Rouke—it all pushed me to the brink of madness. But war was a dangerous tide, and I needed to be sharper. Revenge was no longer an option—not until the rebellion was stronger. Not until she came back to me.

The apartment was silent, save for the soft scratch of Ren’s pen on paper. He was engrossed in the rebellion's information, pouring over reports from groups scattered across Adarlan. I allowed myself to observe him, elbows propped on the table, absentmindedly playing with the sun-and-moon pendants on my necklace. The sunlight from the window illuminated his brown eyes and slightly longer-than-usual black hair, hiding the scar on his face as if the world outside didn’t exist. I couldn’t deny it—he was a handsome man. His upright posture and striking features were hard to ignore. The kind of beauty that drew attention effortlessly.

Ren finished writing and looked at me, a lighter expression on his face, as if everything had already been resolved. He raised his eyes to meet mine, breaking me out of my thoughts. His crooked smile made my stomach twist—a sensation I should have learned to ignore by now.

"You’re overthinking, Y/N. You’ll start smoking from your head soon." He stretched in his chair, arms above his head, as if it had been ages since we’d last seen each other. He always knew when I was far away in my thoughts.

I let out a light laugh and rolled my eyes. “Idiot... you know I can’t help it,” I said calmly, resting my head on the coffee table. Ren leaned closer to me, his face near mine, propping himself up on his forearm, creating a tension between us.

He leaned slightly forward, his eyes gleaming in that familiar way. "But you can’t deny that a bit of... fun helps, right?"

I looked at him and shook my head with a tired sigh. "Ren... that’s not happening again," I said in a slow, warning tone.

Once. Just once, two autumns ago, and it was enough for him to get the wrong idea. He was a good man, and I was sure almost no one would have questioned it if we’d become a couple. It was stupid—I was angry that Celaena had chosen Sam, that she’d left the Guild for him... and when I got to the apartment that night, Ren was there. We drank cheap wine to forget everything happening that autumn, and... a morning of hangovers and regret followed.

He chuckled softly, as if he found me amusing. “You never give yourself a break, do you?”

"Not for a second."

He raised his eyebrows. "Well, I’ll have to find another way to distract you, then."

I knew he was trying to ease the tension, but I didn’t have time for it. My mind was elsewhere. I took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze.

"What’s on your mind, Y/N?" Ren asked, clearly curious.

I ignored his question, standing up from the table and walking to the couch where his backpack lay open, papers and trinkets spilling out. "Travel bags should be cleaned out, you know?" I said sarcastically, completely changing the subject. He stuck his tongue out at me as I rummaged through the bag deliberately. A coarse envelope bearing a tax seal fell to the floor. I frowned, picking it up. "You haven’t read Sorscha’s letter yet?"

"No, I wanted to read it with you," Ren said, still focused on the papers in front of him. "With the competition going on, she’s had more access to the palace as a healer. She’s getting crucial information... and, well, you and Aedion are the masterminds behind all of this."

I walked back to the coffee table and sat down. "Thanks, but if you pile one more responsibility on me, I’m going to explode," I said lightly as I opened the letter and began reading silently. Her handwriting, usually simple, now felt like a punch in the gut. My heart chilled as I read:

"Things are stirring in the palace. The atmosphere is tense, and rumors are flying faster than the wind. Cain is undoubtedly the court’s favorite. His strength and presence make him nearly unbeatable, but there’s something about Lilian that’s drawing attention. Though many see her as just a jewel thief, the truth is, she’s far more cunning than anyone imagines. Be cautious with her. At the ball, I saw a mysterious blonde woman in white and blue, dancing with Prince Dorian. She danced with him longer than any other woman that night, raising many questions. There’s talk that this woman might be the competitor. If it’s her... we need to find out if she’s one of ours."

Lilian. The name cut like a sharp blade. I knew exactly who she was. No one but Aedion and I knew the truth. Reading those words—those observations about her—seeing that she was close to the prince, dancing with Dorian, three times... My stomach twisted, and anger began to simmer.

It wasn’t about her dancing with him. It was about what it meant. The woman I loved more than anything else, in someone else’s arms. Again. I should have been relieved and happy knowing she was alive, advancing in the tournament, and would soon be free. But how could I fight for that?

The letter went on. The atmosphere around the competition was strange. Sorscha mentioned that some competitors were vanishing, disappearing outside the challenges. Giant footprints had been found, and everything was being cleaned up before the court could see. Whatever it was, it wasn’t human. Whatever it was, it was disrupting the competition and the participants, with no plausible explanation.

And I wanted to focus on that. I wanted to focus on what mattered, on what I was supposed to do. But all my mind wanted was to think of her with the little prince. Because deep down, I knew it wasn’t just a dance. It was always more.

I closed the letter with trembling fingers, the weight of anger and frustration consuming me. Ren didn’t know any of this. He didn’t know what it meant to me, what this competition truly meant. He didn’t know what had happened between us in the past, and I couldn’t tell him. Not now. Not without risking everything.

I put the letter aside, my anger growing colder and quieter with each passing second. It was all that was left—to contain it. There was nothing else to do but move forward.

"I’ve made good progress with Archer’s group," I said, my voice controlled, monotone, as if everything was normal. "The negotiations with Nehemia are more solid now. The princess has agreed to help us."

Ren smiled, clearly relieved. "Really? That’s great! Things are becoming more concrete, and—"

I stopped listening, lost in my thoughts again. Yes, more concrete. But for me, everything was still broken.

It felt familiar... the moonlight, the scent of cedar and cold wind... a familiar dream. This time, denser and more realistic than ever. The touch of the thick vegetation of the ancient Oakwald Forest as I walked toward the largest tree in sight. The thick trunk seemed almost alive, pulsing with an ancient energy. And once again, she was there. The luminous woman with long white hair, her face still shrouded in mist. I could feel her gaze fixed on me, as if she were waiting for something.

"YN Monserrat..." The woman's voice was deep and soft, like the echo of something ancient, but also filled with urgency.

I frowned, the rarely used surname feeling strange and stirring a feeling I couldn’t quite name, almost like remorse. Not that I despised my heritage, but I had always been regarded as an Ashryver. Before she could say anything else, I interrupted her with an impatient tone.

"I did what you asked," I said, my voice hard, my chest tight. "Even though all of this seemed insane, and I didn’t know if it was true. But I did it. She’s alive and progressing further in the tournament every day."

The woman didn’t flinch. "I know. And yes, this is real, YN. More real than you can imagine..." she said in a remorseful tone, stepping closer. The light around her figure grew. "What you’ve done was necessary. Now, what matters is that you learn the Wyrd language. To understand what’s happening. To understand the creatures being brought to this castle."

I was stunned. "What? Creatures...?" I automatically thought of the rumors of beasts in the castles, which made me even more uneasy. "What… Who are you to tell me what to do? To know all this?" My tone was a mix of anger and distrust. "More riddles and mysteries again..."

The woman was silent for a moment, as if carefully choosing her words. Then she spoke with the calmness of someone who knew far more than they revealed.

"They are Wyrd creatures, formed by one of the two stones the King possesses. They’ve started emerging from the shadows, brought to life by this force—ancient and powerful beyond what you can imagine. They are not human, though some may appear to be... and they’re being sent to hunt."

Her voice darkened as if the weight of the truth bore down on her. "And all of this ties into why you’re here. You’re in the middle of a dangerous game, YN. That’s why you must learn the Wyrd language, to protect yourself and to protect—"

I felt my anger explode like an earthquake. "Protect? You made me throw her to the wolves! It was supposed to save her, you told me she’d be safe, and now you’re telling me there’s a threat in there? That I have to learn a language I’ve never heard of? And here I am, the idiot listening to a specter in a dream!" I laughed bitterly. "I swear, if anything happens to her... specter or not, I will destroy you."

The woman looked at me in silence, her eyes brimming with something I couldn’t identify. As if my words had wounded her more deeply than any physical blow. Good.

"Someone will come to you. Someone who knows more and can guide you. This person also knows you," she replied, her voice heavy with emotion, her silhouette becoming more transparent.

"What? Wait!"

I woke with a start, sweating in my bed, hearing Ren’s soft snores from the bunk above me. The sun was beginning to rise, casting a faint glow through the small window. Before I could process that damn dream, I noticed something unusual by the window. A letter lay on the sill—a strange sight, considering I was on the fourth floor of the old, decrepit building where we lived.

Cautiously, I approached, my suspicion fed by the sense that something wasn’t right. If someone knew we were here, knew what we were... I exhaled in relief when I saw the rebel group's code. I opened the letter and couldn’t hide my surprise. A direct message from Nehemia, written in our rebellion codes.

What the woman had said... It was about her. The princess. I had never felt so much anger in my life. How many people was that ghost dragging into this sordid game? I couldn’t understand why Terrasen or Celaena would be a common interest—or why I had to be the link.

Without wasting time, I grabbed paper and pen. Sitting at the makeshift dining table, I gripped the pen tightly, writing a quick response, suggesting a safer method, and describing how it could work.

I walked silently through the dark and forgotten corridors of the ancient stone castle beneath the imposing glass castle above. The worn, ancient stone walls seemed to swallow every sound of my footsteps. Disguised in simple servant's clothing—a tattered skirt and plain linen blouse that drew little attention—I kept my face exposed but my gaze downcast, avoiding eye contact with anyone passing by. I took every opportunity to move through the most neglected corridors, remaining unseen.

In those secret, desolate halls, I overheard conversations that never made it into Sorscha’s reports. Whispers slipped out unintentionally, rumors tossed into the air. They seemed trivial, but somehow, they cut deeper than I cared to admit.

On one of these walks, as I passed through a narrow corridor, I caught muffled voices coming from a group of servants. I quickly positioned myself beneath an air duct in the ceiling, where golden light seeped through, and strained to catch their words. A young woman’s voice, sharp with irritation, echoed faintly.

“I don’t know what Duke Perrington wants from me anymore,” she grumbled, her voice laced with frustration. “That old man is just making things harder for me. And worse than these damned headaches is Prince Dorian avoiding me more and more, always chasing after that Liliana.”

There was a sneer in her tone, a bitterness that went beyond annoyance—she sounded utterly disillusioned. “If only he knew... Hurry up, I need my opiates, or I’ll lose it!”

My brows furrowed as my breathing quickened. The mention of Duke Perrington made my skin crawl. He wasn’t making much progress impressing the King with Cain, his tournament contender, and now he seemed to be targeting a young noblewoman to secure his influence. Disgusting. But something else nagged at me. The mention of Liliana didn’t escape my notice. If the Duke knew... if he discovered who she truly was...

Anxiety settled in my chest like a lead weight, but I had to keep moving. The echoes of my footsteps faded into the cold stone as a peculiar sound caught my attention. Near one of the air ducts that fed into the quarters and offices, a man’s voice carried low and intense, each word heavy with purpose. He seemed to be speaking to himself, his thoughts too significant to keep silent.

“In Morath, the experiment is succeeding. It’s only a matter of time before she accepts the offer... Yes, there will be enough for the next step.”

The word "Morath" made me freeze. I’d never heard it before, but the tone of his voice, filled with anticipation and cold detachment, sent a shiver down my spine. She? Who was he referring to? What—or who—was he preparing for?

The sense of something much larger, darker than the specter ever hinted at, began to close in around me. But I couldn’t linger. A pause hung in the air, followed by a faint, deranged murmur.

“The next one will be more efficient...” His voice dragged, as if he spoke of something—or someone—with distant cruelty. The words carried the weight of a sentence, and I could almost imagine the disdain in his tone. Was he talking about a creature? A weapon? The feeling was that of a beast waiting to be unleashed.

I wanted to stay, to understand more, but instinct warned me otherwise. I continued walking, letting the conversation fade behind me. The words still echoed in my mind, their weight impossible to ignore.

When I finally reached the meeting point—a remote, long-forgotten grove—the memory of those words still hammered in my head. I took a deep breath, trying to push them aside. The soft moonlight illuminated Nehemia’s figure as she stood near the stones where we often sat to study, waiting for me. She always seemed so serene, as if she viewed the world from a perspective I couldn’t reach.

She looked at me as I approached, her smile gentle but tinged with that knowing gaze I had come to recognize. She knew something was weighing on me, but, as always, she didn’t pry. Nehemia was like that—silent, never imposing her questions.

“Good evening, YN,” she said, her voice sweet but laced with a quiet respect.

“Good evening, Nehemia,” I replied, managing a faint smile.

She gave a small nod and led me to the stones, carrying scrolls and a few pencils. Our meetings were always like this—calm, as if the world around us faded for a moment. Random days, no rush, no pressure.

At first, the process was difficult—the words of the Wyrd tongue unraveled slowly in my mind. But as weeks passed and I balanced my studies with the information she shared about the tournament’s final stages, I felt myself growing more adept at reading. Pronunciation, however, was another disaster entirely. At least it provided some laughter between us.

“Let’s start by reciting ancient words,” she said, already picking up a pencil and preparing to teach me what I needed to understand the Wyrd tongue.

There was a mutual understanding growing silently between us. Neither of us needed to speak of what had brought us here. We didn’t have to reinforce the obvious. She knew I was grappling with something inexplicable. I, in turn, recognized the depth in her calmness and patience.

We both understood the stakes, though we avoided speaking of them—how close the final stages of the tournament were.

And for now, that was enough.

Author's note: I'm alive! First of all, thank you for your patience, it was quite of hectic and unkind three moths but we're great for life learning things. I'm trying write as much as possible so I could just leave it schedule to post but yeah. I can't wait for you guys to read the rest of it!

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[mxtantrights]

famous dc!au (dick's version)

TRACK TWELVE : YOU GIVE ME SOMETHING

Tonight feels like an ending of sorts. After tonight you'll finally know where you stand with Dick. If, maybe, he's back with his ex. Or if he's not seeing anyone.

And it kind of feels like a sigh of relief. You were definitely taking a break from this industry after all this. And having an answer to this question in your head would put you at ease.

You look over at your outfit for tonight. It wasn't much. You had been to a couple of these before. But none hosted by someone on the same level as Dick.

You weren't planning on wearing a Gala dress, no way you'd try ro be someone you weren't. But you can't just show up with jeans and call it a look.

There was only one thing to do. You'd have to shop.

-

Dick is going nuts. He feels like he's actually going nuts. A genuine through crosses his mind that he might not even show up to the launch party to his new song.

He can't believe Zantana invited you. The problem isn't that you're going, it's that you're going under the pretense that this song has nothing to do with you. Which is wrong. The song has everything to do with you. It's about you-it's for you!

Dick feels like he's gonna throw up.

"I'm gonna hurl." he says.

Jason and Damian laugh amongst themselves. And really it's their faults, Dick thinks to himself. if it weren't for Damian saying to fall in love with someone normal, and Jason pushing him confess his feelings for you, none of this would have happened.

Well, not exactly.

Damn.

"Can you relax? The worst thing that can happen is you get astoundingly rejected and run out of Hollywood." Damian answers.

Dick looks over at him in pure shock, "Bro?"

"I mean he's right. And even then, you'd still be rich." Jason adds on.

"Alright the two of you aren't helping. Out."

Jason and Damian flood out of the room. The room filled with stuff about the song he wrote about and for you. It's custom for Dick to have decorations thrown around at a single release party. But this just feels like an extra circle of hell.

Because this can go one of two ways. Either he tells you how he feels and how the song is about you and you feel the same way-which he didn't know until now how badly he wants this to come true. Or he tells you and you realize you're standing in place that acts as a makeshift lover letter and you high tail it out of the party and maybe even Hollywood.

Dick can't think straight.

"Stop ruminating, you'll be fine." Zantana says from the doorway.

Dick looks over at her angrily, "You had no right to give out that invitation."

"Dick, what were you gonna do skate around this for the rest of your life? This could be your happily ever after and you want it to pass you by?" she asks.

Dick sighs, "I just don't feel good about this. What if it's too much? What if I'm too much?"

"Oh, Richard." Zantana says.

Then she's walking over to her best friend and cupping his face with her hands.

"Listen me, you are special and kind, and really caring. You are never too much, you are enough. You are more than enough. Okay?"

Dick nods his head along to her affirmations.

"If you really want to cancel this whole thing I can have this place trashed and designated a fire hazard in an hour." she offers.

Dick smiles at that, "No, I think it's time to face the music."

-

You put the blue leather jacket back on the hanger. It is way too expensive to buy just to go to this one time thing. No way.

As you turn around you run directly into someone. You start apologizing, realizing you dropped their items. You help them pick them off from the floor. A few worn out books and a red star keychain.

When you hand the items back to the person, you finally make eye contact and you go a bit starstruck. Okay, not a bit, but totally a normal amount of starstruck for running into an Oscar winning actress.

"I'm so sorry about that again. I wasn't really paying attention." you say.

"No it's fine-I was actually that close to you because I wanted to introduce myself." the actress says.

You look behind you once out of confusion and then look back. With a thumb pointed at your chest you look at the Hollywood star again.

"Me?" you ask.

A bright bubbly laugh comes out.

"Yes you, you were in Dick's music videos. I really wanted to meet you." she says.

"I'm sorry, you're talking about me? Still?" you ask.

"I am! I thought the chemistry the two of you had was amazing. I mean I still do." she answers.

You clear your throat. "Well I mean he's really easy to get along with."

"Watching the two of you in this videos is like watching a pair of souls come together after a long time. It's magic." she adds on.

At that you can't help but to feel your heart race. You know that your face is growing hot and so are your ears. You smile and try to shrug it off.

"I'm trying to find something to wear to the single release party. Are you going tonight?" you ask.

She nods, "Yeah I'll be there with Jason. I think that jacket would look really good on you."

"Me too but my back account would be in the negatives if I brought it." you joke.

She laughs along with you, then her phone starts ringing. She looks at the screen and back at you.

"Sorry to cut and run, but my boyfriends little brother is calling me and he usually just texts, so it must be important. It was really nice meeting you, I hope we see each other around again." she says.

You thank her again and wave goodbye. You turn back to the rack, where the jacket is. There was a no return policy at this store. If you bought this jacket you would be all in. Kind of like another situation you are in at the moment.

At the register what you don't see or hear is the award winning actress telling the cashier to add the jacket to her card and asking that you walk out with it today as a gift.

-

Dick is freaking out. Like honestly he can't take it anymore. There is about one hour before the party officially starts and he's losing his mind.

When the door to the break room he's in opens he stops pacing. He looks at the opened door.

"Your burning tracks in the floor." Bruce says.

Dick honestly looks down for a split second before he scoffs.

"Who called?" Dick asks.

"The better question is who didn't call me." Bruce answers.

The older man comes into the room and closes the door behind him. He leans against it and crosses his arms against his chest.

"So I'm in love, so what?" Dick throws his hands up in surrender.

"So what? It's a big deal Grayson. This time is different." his father says.

"How do you know?" Dick asks.

Bruce smiles, "because it reminds me of my first love, my first true love."

Dick's mind stops running then, it just goes still. In fact it's probably the only moment of silence he's had to himself since he woke up this morning.

"You've never talked about it." Dick says.

"It's a long and complicated story. I'll tell you the whole thing one day, but for now I'll just tell you the lesson I learned at the end of it all." Bruce starts.

Then he's walking towards his son. He takes him by the shoulders and looks him right in the eyes.

"You have to be brave enough to go after it, brave enough that failing wouldn't matter to you." Bruce says.

Dick's eye widen.

"Did you?" Dick questions, "I mean, did you fail?"

Bruce smiles to himself and chuckles as well.

"I know the tabloids might say I did, but I know I didn't." Bruce answers.

Bruce pats his son's shoulders twice for good measure.

"I also need you to get out there soon because if not Jason offered to watch the rest of the kids-no one wants that."

"Besides Cass and Duke." Dick tags on.

They both laugh at that.

-

You check your appearance once more. The jacket really was a nice touch. You can't believe she brought it for you! You'd have to return the favor some day-if you ever get the chance.

Tonight you were either going to leave Hollywood forever or evade the social circles of Dick Grayson.

You smooth out the jacket against your body. It was now or never. The part starts about third minutes ago. There was no reason for you to be fashionably late, it wasn't your party and you weren't decked out to the nines.

You ling your bag over your shoulder and start walking in behind the crowd. There are flashing lights and paps calling out for pictures. You're not sure they're calling for you so you keep heading inside.

Everything looks so dreamy. The place is decorated like a prom. Teal balloons fill the ceiling. The floor is clean and white. There are little tables with appetizers and drinks. The lights aren't too bright, they are dim.

There are streamers around in places with stars hanging down from them. It's fun.

It reminds you of the song. How it feels like a love song and dancing in the rain and watching the stars. You smile to yourself. There's a projector on a big wall showing jellyfish.

All of it feels so familiar to you. Like how the laugh sounded like yours on the song.

"You made it, finally!" a voice says from behind you.

You turn around only to find no one at eye level with you. You look down and there he is. Damian Wayne. You look at him in confusion. Surely he wasn't looking for you? He doesn't know you.

"Are you talking to me?" you ask him.

"Yes."

"Oh-okay. Do you know me?"

"Kind of."

The one worded answers were getting ominous. And it was freaking you out. But he was only a child, maybe he didn't realize how he was coming off.

"Scram you're being a menace." a voice from behind you, again.

You turn this time to see Jason Todd. Okay this day was just getting more and more surprising to you. First you ran into his wife at the store, then you ran into his little brother, now him.

"Oh it's okay," you turn back and sure enough Damian is gone, "And he's gone."

"yeah we're all weird like that. Look, I wanted to introduce myself to you formally." Jason says.

He holds out his hand and you take it. He smiles. You don't know why he's smiling but it doesn't feel out of place, it feels genuine. You smile too.

"I don't know why I'm smiling, sorry." You say.

"It's okay. One day we'll laugh about this." he jokes.

-

Dick watches you from the corner of the room like some sort of jaded creep. God he feels weird. He just wants to talk to you but he wonders if this is his moment, his failing moment. Like Bruce said.

"Please put us all out of out misery and tell the truth about the song." Damian says.

Dick isn't sure where the boy came from but he honest really care. He knew he was here at the release party and that was enough.

"And if I fail?"

"You would ave failed being honest. Isn't that the best way to fail?" Bruce adds.

Dick also isn't sure how Bruce came into the conversation but then again he doesn't care.

It's now or never.

Dick makes his way over to you. He has to step through the projected jellyfish video on the wall. When he does, you seem to notice and your eyes catch his. He smiles and so do you.

And for the second time that night, his mind stops running. It feels like peace.

[foxymoxynoona]

V: The Man: Against A Tree

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See Secret Song Series Masterlist for main series and for more Taehyung content to come.

Summary: Taehyung didn't set out to fuck Sua against a tree at camp but sometimes you have to seize an opportunity. Word Count: 5050 CW: drunk sex, public sex, outdoor sex, pot smoking, alcohol, consequences of outdoor sex

September 2020

Taehyung hadn’t set out with a plan to fuck Sua against a tree in the forest. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

And sure, he’d hoped to have sex with her someday, of course. Sua was that kind of girl who drew people in. She was sociable, funny, elegant, and unbothered all wrapped up in a gorgeous body, gorgeous face, gorgeous smile. What wasn’t to love?

Taehyung had certainly been aware of the hot heiress in his periphery long before he met her through Sasha. He’d even been at a party with her once years before he was anything to remember. She was rich and pretty and the center of attention and not at all interested when he’d briefly tried to flirt. She did not seem particularly impressed by idols in general, much less unknown ones. She wasn’t unkind about his embarrassingly eager attempts to flirt, just uninterested. It had been a time in his life when he’d wanted people to think he was really something, so it had stung, but he didn’t hold that against her.

Now he found that lack of bother refreshing, even if it had tweaked his ego a little that she didn’t remember him at all. That faded quickly though, soothed by the fun he’d had at her birthday party back in May. To date he’d met most of his friends through acting, brief as his foray into that had been. He liked meeting people, especially people he could just relax around and not worry about acting weird or making him uncomfortable because of his day job. He didn’t come from a fame legacy and had been unprepared for the pressures of being in the spotlight 24/7, but at least he was finally building a social circle of people who either understood or didn’t care.

And at the center of that overlap, from such a completely different lifestyle it was hard to fathom, was Sua, who both understood and didn’t care. Not that she was famous, other than occasionally making some noise as a party-hard heiress, but she wasn’t anywhere near the top of the chain and she didn’t want to be. She just wanted to have fun and had no tolerance for uncool people infringing on that good time. And had the money, confidence, and smile to keep people around her in line or cut them out, no mercy. It was impressive.

He had expected to carry that slight embarrassment from before and feel uncomfortable but there was no need for it with her. Sua treated him with that same kindness but lack of interest she had before, only now he found it amusing. He could flirt as outrageously as he wanted with her and she thought it was cute and funny and would flirt right back before giggling and calling him “Sasha’s friend” and turning her attention to someone else. She didn’t give a shit that people orbited her. That was super fucking cool about her.

What were the odds that Jungkook’s non-famous girlfriend would be friends with a minor Korean heiress? He knew from the legendary game of Never Have I Ever that Sua and Sasha had partied together when they were younger though he didn’t know the actual connection. It wasn’t until the first day of the camping trip Sasha had planned for Jungkook’s birthday that he got to learn more detail.

“We got to be friends during Sasha’s wild child phase. We were dating different members of the same band,” Sua answered his question as she floated on her back in the pool. Everyone had crowded in earlier but now most had wandered off and it was only him, Sua, Tori, Jason, and Jimin still paddling around. Taehyung liked being in the water and the sun; he liked having nothing to do but talk to cool people; he liked the bikini Sua was wearing and that she didn’t bother to cover up in the sun like most Korean girls would do. “Fuck off, my freckles are cute,” she had said. They were.

“She was wild? How wild? How wild were you?” Taehyung teased. He remembered the disclosures during that drunk Never Have I Ever game. Sasha and Sua had both confessed to threesomes –but not with each other. Drugs, alcohol, partying. It had been pretty clear to Taehyung –apparently before it was clear to Jungkook– that both Sasha and Sua were bisexual. As for just how much of a party girl Sasha had been, Taehyung was definitely curious but Jungkook had gotten prickly about it when he’d tried to suss it out from Sasha later. He suspected that meant Jungkook didn’t know and wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He was too casual. Taehyung could never be as uncurious as that about his own girlfriend. But hearing now that Sasha had dated a drummer in a rock band, which Jungkook would no doubt find enviably cool, Taehyung wondered if maybe Jungkook was right not to ask too many questions yet. He’d always been insecure with girls.

Sua stretched her arms over her head and joked, “I don’t really remember… that’s the point…”

“Who were you partying with in New York? Both of you?”

“I don’t know, people came and went.”

“Yeah and what did you get up to?”

“Don’t fish for drugs from me, little idol–”

“NO no no,” he quickly corrected, waving his hands, laughing in horror. To be funny, he assured her, “I have my own sources.”

“Uh huh, I bet you do.” She grabbed a float and rolled onto her stomach, staring at him through big dark sunglasses. “Are you trouble? Or just trying to be trouble?”

He grinned, “I’m not trying anything.”

And he wasn’t, not in any seriousness, because he fully expected Sua to just brush him off like she had at every other opportunity he’d taken to flirt.

“I would never betray my queen. You won’t get anything from me to run tell your maknae about.”

“Ah! No,” he assured her. “Don’t tell me about her, I’m asking about you.”

“There’s nothing you need to know about me.”

“Ok all right, I’ll tell you about me instead.” He ignored Jimin’s sputtering laughter behind him; Jungkook was the better wingman in that regard because Jimin lost it too easily and once Jimin started laughing, Taehyung had a hard time not laughing too. He licked his lips, trying to play it cool. 

“What do I want to know about you?” Sua asked, eyebrow arching behind her glasses.

He grinned, “I don’t know, you tell me. I’m an open book.”

“Damn, idols really flirt on next level, huh?” Jason snickered. “This is how I flirt.” He shoved his hands through the water, sending a wave splashing across both Tori and Sua. Both girls yelled and splashed him back, but he had the bigger reach and when it became clear the girls were leaving anyway, Jimin and Taehyung joined the battle.

But as Sua and Tori sauntered away from the pool, he swore Sua glanced over her shoulder at him.

So he just made himself available. Later he just happened to be near her as they ate, then kept away from her as the games kicked off, then just happened to be near her by the fire, then kept away from her again when the dancing amped up. Of course he was dancing, making a fool of himself, having the time of his life with alcohol making him happy, loud, and in love with himself.

Hands on his back made him slowly spin but Sua was not who he had expected to be there. He held his hand out to her, pulling her immediately into a dance hold and trying to get her to waltz with him. 

She was flushed and drunk too and leaned in to complain, “You’re like a ping pong ball.”

“Wha?”

“Here and there, back and forth.”

“Ah so you miss me?” he grinned. Stomach twisting with excitement that she’d noticed him.

“You presume.”

“You notice when I’m gone?” He spun her away and then pulled her back into his arms and she laughed.

“You’re cheeky.”

He gave her a big boxy grin, balling his cheeks up, teasing her instead of trying to play it cool. When she poked her fingers into them, he figured that was the infantilization that would end the faint glimmer of his prospects but she kept dancing around him, singing, swinging her hips closer and closer. 

Eventually she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “Wanna smoke?” 

“What do you have?”

She danced away and he followed, playing it cool as they moved through the noise of the main campground to the further tent. He shook away the drunk giggles of a moment ago and tried to sober into someone calmer, cooler. David and Hwan sat behind the tent, feet up on logs as they passed a blunt back and forth.

“Does Sasha know this is here?” Taehyung asked as they both startled at getting caught.

Sua giggled and slid down beside them, “No but she’s busy so what does she need to know?”

“I’m not trouble, you’re trouble,” Taehyung teased. He sank to the ground and accepted the rotation when Sua handed it over. 

“I didn’t bring it, they did.”

David let out a satisfied sigh, “Yeah, it’s vacation, isn’t it? Supposed to be relaxing out here.”

“I’m so fucking glad I’m done with school,” Hwan said. “My program tested us. Instant expulsion. So shitty.”

“What happens if you get busted?” David asked Taehyung.

He shrugged and admitted, “Won’t be good. We’ve got an image, right? Even just cigarettes, vaping– even just when we drink alcohol, someone’s freaking out.”

Sua nudged him with her knee to take it back and mused, “That’s not your first time holding a joint though.” Taehyung just grinned and tilted his head towards her. “Oh, what happened to being an open book?”

“Why, you want to read me?”

“See, this is the thing, we didn’t bring enough unattached girls,” David complained to Hwan. “No one for us to meet out here.”

Sua teased, “How many girls do you think we would have had to bring to find someone willing to hook up with you, huh?”

“Just saying, people are going to be banging tonight and I’m just going to be sitting smoking in the middle of it with this fucker,” he jerked his thumb at Hwan. 

Taehyung listened to their joking and closed his eyes for a moment, letting the hit and the alcohol swirl around in his mind. He could understand what they meant. Fucking someone sounded awesome right now but the choices were null. Michele? Dominique? He worried Jungkook’s possessiveness of Sasha might extend to her roommates… did he care? Ah, he didn’t wnat to cause problems with Jungkook just to get his dick wet; besides, Michele and Dominique didn’t seem even passingly interested in him anyway.

Sua nudged him to hand it back, ignoring Davd’s complaint with a retort, “Oh stuff if, I know you’ve got plenty and I’ve hooked you up plenty of times.”

“I’m surprised you don’t do this kind of thing more often,” Taehyung admitted. “I didn’t see any of this at your birthday party.”

“What, drugs? Are you kidding? Everyone would be fucked in a bad way and that’s not what my parties are about. You want to do that shit, you go somewhere else,” Sua explained. Taehyung liked her explanation. You had to be ballsy to say my parties are so good we don’t even need drugs. She was right about it too. He really admired her attitude. Take what I give you or fuck off and live with the knowledge you missed out. 

He held the hit in his lungs until his eyes burned and then slowly let it out. 

She continued, “Besides, I know too many people who can’t do moderation. I don’t do hard stuff anymore and that’s what sneaks in if you give an inch at those kinds of parties, so I keep it clean.”

“Smart.”

“Yeah, I’m smart. Half my friends would get kicked out of the country, another half would lose their jobs, another half would–”

“Too many halves,” Taehyung snickered.

“Who cares. My point is I have too many friends who are recovered addicts to let my parties be their slippery slope those are the people I love most so zero tolerance there. But smoking a blunt behind a tent with two of my boys? Harmless.” Three Taehyung thought with a frown but he didn’t correct it.

Instead he said, “I get it. It’s cool you have firm boundaries like that.”

“If you don’t set boundaries, someone else sets them for you.”

“That’s…” Hot, he wanted to say but stopped himself. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and glanced at the overly bright screen. Jimin looking for him. He ignored it; he’d say sorry later. Jimin wouldn’t care about the weed but he wouldn’t join either and Taehyung didn’t feel like getting dragged back to the noisy party yet. He liked talking to Sua and David and Hwan. He liked when Sua sat closer and stroked the hair at the back of his neck. He liked when she nudged him and ordered,

“Come on then.”

“Where we going now?”

“Yeah, Su, where you going?” David asked, laughing at her. Hwan laughed. 

“Doesn’t matter, you’re not invited.”

“Ah, she gets bitey when she’s stoned, don’t let her be mean, Taehyung.”

Sua just laughed at them and flipped them off and slipped her hand into Taehyung’s to pull him back to the path. Taehyung got the distinct impression he’d just been chosen for something and felt an eager thrill in his chest. He wanted to ask her where they were going but thought he’d already asked that. It didn’t matter anyway.

“So…” he said instead, brushing his thumb along her hand. 

“So you want to or what?” she asked. “Too high?”

“I’m not too anything.”

Her smile dazzled as she pulled him in a different direction, away from the campground again but also away from the tents. His mouth was dry, heart rate picking up despite the chill of weed and alcohol as he realized she really meant this. She was down to fuck. 

“Should we find a tent?” he asked her, preparing for whatever might suddenly pop up in their way: no free tents, disagreement about which one to go to, shit, a lack of condom. He patted his pockets but didn’t have anything on him; why would he? 

“Why, you think I’m too good to fuck against a tree?”

The hairs on the back of Taehyung’s neck stood up as blood began to pump even more quickly through his body –largely in one direction.

“Ah, I can do that,” he nodded, while internally rocketing around. Could he? Could he fuck a girl against a tree? Not exactly something he had experience with and the way they’d have to stand... She clicked a flashlight on he didn’t even realize she had and led him off the path. “Is this like a kink of yours or something?”

“Or something,” she nodded. “Why, you too good for it?”

“No. But uh… I gotta go grab a condom–”

“I’ve got one.” She held the foil up in her other hand, then turned and leaned against a tree with the most fuck me gaze anyone had ever given him. 

He took it from her and bent his mouth to hers, clumsy at first as they tried to find the right angle and rhythm for their mouths. 

“Hmmm,” she hummed. “That’s a good mouth.”

“I’d show you what else my mouth can do but uhh, kind of hard against a tree.” He settled for tracing his tongue along her lips instead, licking away the remnants of gloss she’d been applying all day as if they weren’t out in the fucking forest. High maintenance. He liked it. She moaned around his tongue diving into her mouth and it spurred him on, fingers sliding up into her hair to pull it out of the bun.

“Hey.”

“I want it down,” he explained between kisses. She slid her hands around his shoulders, rocking her body against his and Taehyung’s dick twitched to get closer than this. How… exactly was he going to do this? His body was impatient despite his mind trying to slow him down, trying to figure out how, and how best, and reminding him this is your chance, don’t disappoint! Don’t fuck it up!

Sua was even more impatient. She lifted her leg and pressed his hand around it to hold it up, making it easier to grind against her as their mouths trailed sloppy kisses over necks and chins, like they were battling to see who could leave the messiest love bite. 

“Don’t wait for me to blow you. I’m not getting on my knees out here.”

He laughed at her bluntness.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to scare you off anyway,” he countered.

“Hm? Why? You got something impressive?”

“You’ll let me know.”

She literally purred against his mouth and he thrust against her, body on one track now. 

“Big talk.”

Taehyung just chuckled. There were plenty of things he was self conscious about, or wished could be different, or spent time and money making different, but the size of his dick wasn’t one of them. But he didn’t just rest on his size, that wasn’t enough, he prided himself on not being selfish in the bedroom. An ex had told him you look like someone who’s selfish when they fuck. She had sucked. Not in a good way. And he took pride in surprising people whenever he could and he’d surprised her too, at least in that way.

He tugged at the front of her button-up shorts and pointed out, “These are in the way.”

“Yeah well I’m not getting naked out here so get creative.”

“Hmmm…” He slid his hand down to the hem of them and grinned when he realized they were so short he could slip his fingers up. Her gasp and groan were almost as good as the wetness that met him as soon as he breached her panties.

“Ah, you’ve been thinking about me a lot, huh?” he teased. There wasn’t much space to explore in the confines of her shorts but at least it was easy to tease her hole for a minute and then slide right in.

“So you are as bratty as you look.”

He was too drunk to stop his mouth, because he got the sense she wanted him like that. He could be other ways too! But not right now. Right now he was fingering an intimidating woman in the forest on a camping trip and he understood he had to keep up.

“Really? You’re going to call me bratty while you’re sucking on my fingers like that?” he taunted, curling them deep inside her. He loved that she didn’t quiet her moan, just pressed her mouth to his and rocked on his hand. 

Belatedly he realized she was tugging the waistband of his shorts down; his senses were all over the place right now, some things dull, some heightened. The slick sounds of her pussy seemed particularly loud, even under the dull distant noise of the music; but he kept forgetting they were kissing, mouths on autopilot as her hands stroked his cock.

“Oh. I see why you’re so smug.” 

He chuckled, not denying it. But Sua was classy enough not to ask the question he hated, that he’d been asked too many times, so which one of you is the biggest? She just slid her hands up and down, pulling him hard against her stomach, overwhelming him with touch in his weakened state. If she refused to use her mouth though, a dry handy wasn’t what he wanted. He unbuttoned the front of her jean shorts and tugged them down her thighs, panties too.

“Too naked?” he asked.

“Yeah, so cover me up.” She turned around and popped her ass out at him as he leaned back enough to open and roll on the condom. Her ass was practically glowing in what moonlight made it through the trees and the flashlight at an angle on the ground, but still he had to move somewhat by touch, dragging the head of his cock along her slit to steal her moisture and find the right spot. A shiver rolled up his spine. 

“Aren’t you going to say to let you know if it hurts?”

“I guess you will.”

“Tae,” she laughed and slapped her hand back at him and that made his head spin as much as the excitement about getting to fuck her. 

He eased into her, biting back his own groan of pleasure so he could hear every noise she made as her pussy sucked him deeper. She pressed her hands against the tree and arched her back like a stretching cat, lewd moaning music to his ears. “Fuck you’ve got a good cock.”

“Yeah? You regret ignoring me at that party years ago?”

“Nah, bet you didn’t know how to use it back then.”

He pulled her up higher by the hips and slid out and back in, rocking his hips to get a rhythm going. She was tight and warm around him, gripping him so well he couldn’t hold back the groan from deep in his chest. Thank fuck she was almost as tall as she was but her legs shook and he took pity on her –and mostly just wanted to play with her tits. He leaned forward around her, hands sliding up beneath her shirt to squeeze and giving him a better angle to rock into her.

“Oh fuuuck,” she groaned, bouncing back against him. It didn’t matter how smug he acted, he liked to hear he felt good. The desire to please was always at least a few marks bigger than his belief he could. But intoxication made him a little rougher than he might have been otherwise; he squeezed harder, he thrust harder, he grinned when she moaned loudly. 

“You trying to get us caught?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” she laughed. He spanked her ass, so cute bouncing against his hips, and his reward was her slamming back against him. His own groan rivaled hers, a duel of skin slapping and chests heaving. 

The height was annoying though, he had to bend his knees just enough to bother him when he wanted to be able to just fuck. 

“I’m taking these off,” he warned her and then pushed her pants and panties the rest of the way down.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“You already said that,” he laughed and spun her around and pushed her back against the tree.

“Ah! The bark hurts.”

He just kissed away her complaint and lifted her knee to his hip. She did the work of guiding him back into her, both crying out as he sank back in to the hilt, so deep he felt like he’d melted into her. She’d saved her pubic hair down to a thin line and he scratched his fingers at it; too short to pull, unfortunately. He slid his hand around behind her and pressed deep. 

“That’s better,” he grunted into her mouth, bracing her ass against his hands to protect her from the back. He gripped her ass, not quite holding her up but close enough as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rocked hard against him. They found a sick rhythm, bodies crashing together so hard he had to hold his breath to not just erupt in her already. 

“You’re quiet,” she teased, biting his earlobe so hard he cried out. “Balls starting to twitch?” His answer was a groan as she reached down and batted at them, then squeezed. He grunted but held himself back, wanting to impress her with his stamina even though time had no meaning right now. “Huh, baby? You ready to cum?”

“Not yet. You?”

“Fuck, fuck me harder, I want to.” 

He lifted her other leg up, fucking her with both wrapped around his waist, but as sexy as it was, it was short lived. Instead he sat on the ground, bare ass on this crumpled shorts, and pulled at her hips to get her riding.

“This is my favorite,” she admitted and didn’t even fuss when he pushed her shirt up so he could suck at her tits. They were cute and small and she pulled his hair when he bit. It was hard not to bite though, it hadn’t even been on purpose, but she rode so hard. When her breath got shorter and sharper, he sucked on her neck instead and slid his hand down to rub against her clit. Her rhythm changed immediately, shorter, sharper thrusts as she let her head fall back and shouted. She was beautiful cumming on him, it made him completely immune to the sticks and leaves digging into his bare ass now as she twisted and tightened. She held his hand against her for a moment then pushed it suddenly away.

“Fine, stand up,” she said, easing slowly off his dick with a wince.

“Huh?”

“I’ll suck you off. I want to.”

“Yeah?” He throbbed at the lack of her grip and regretted not having cum with her but this was an unexpected turn. It might have to do with the way she kept twitching. “Did you cum really hard?” he grinned, then quickly added, “Felt like it.” Even though he really couldn’t tell much.

“Careful with that ego or I’ll ruin your orgasm.”

“That’s fine, I’ll enjoy that too.”

She laughed, “I knew it. Knew you were trouble.” He wished it were true but he didn’t feel much like the trouble one as she rolled the condom off and tossed it to the side. Her mouth and hands took over and Taehyung let his head fall back against the tree in surrender. Sua knew what she was doing, like fuck. He barely had to rock his hips for how aggressively she worked him, head bobbing, tongue swirling, saliva pooling around the corners of her mouth and dripping down. 

“Sorry,” she giggled at one point before spitting on his dick. “I get kind of hungry when I smoke.”

“For dick?”

“Or pussy.”

“Yeah. I like pussy.” He said it before his brain had vetted the comment. He wasn’t quite in his own body right now.

She either didn’t hear or was too stoned to worry about it either. He could feel himself dissolving into nothing, into just a wisp of wind, all his atoms swirling around the wall of her throat squeezing his cockhead.

“Big,” she mumbled and took him deep again and looked up at him with watery eyes that caught the moonlight. 

He lost it, barely had time to grip her head and press forward. She spluttered and squeezed his dick and then slapped his balls, pain searing through the immense pleasure, all twisted together. He shouted, feeling like he’d rupture a blood vessel if he didn’t make noise. 

She pulled off his cock and wiped at her mouth as he sank to the ground beside her and pulled her against him to kiss with the last remnants of his energy. 

“You’re good at that,” he panted, dick still twitching with sensitivity. 

“You’re a bit of an asshole, huh? Could have warned me.”

“You looked good with your lips around me.”

She giggled and corrected, “I look good no matter what I’m doing.”

“Especially cumming in my lap.”

She did that purring thing again. It was sexy as fuck. His smile was sincere as his mind dipped and spun and debated whether to settle into sleepiness or try and rally for another round.

“Thanks for the dick, Tae.” She smiled and kissed him, a little more sweetly this time, then swiftly rose and grabbed her pants and panties. He watched with wide eyes as she simply walked off, swinging them in one hand, flashlight in the other, leaving him dick out in the dark. He couldn’t be unhappy about it though. He was sweaty and sticky and balls empty and that was a fucking great way to end the night. 

It took his last bit of strength to pull his pants back on and use the light from his phone to find his way back to camp. He passed Jimin on the way to the tent who could guess what had happened just from the look on his face; he shifted instantly from about to scold for ignoring him to laughing and shoving Taehyung’s shoulder towards their tent and the sweet collapse of bed. 

Maybe Sua didn’t consider that very wild, but Taehyung had never fucked outside and felt really fucking good about it. He fell asleep with a smile on his face and more than a couple bug bites on his ass, worth every one of them.

Taehyung had been back for a whole day before the bug bites seemed to get worse. He couldn’t stop itching his ass and ankles and a strip on his arm, the little red spots turning into irritated blisters. They had a weird shape to them too and he began to worry they weren’t bugbites at all, especially when a few of them started to ooze.

Before he could even begin to wonder what the fuck, had he caught something, Sua texted.

[Sua]: OMFG DO YOU HAVE POISON IVY TOO?!

[Taehyung]: FUCK is that what this is?????

[Sua]: SHIT

[Sua]: it’s on my ass and my legs and my tits!

[Taehyung]: deserved, you gave me love bites on my neck and I’ve got this shit on my ass

[Sua]: well you liked it and now I hope you enjoy your poison ivy too

[Taehyung]: you’re the one who wanted it against a tree

[Sua]: not my fault blame it on the alcohol

[Taehyung]: worth it

[Taehyung]: I think

[Taehyung]: we’ll see how bad this rash gets and 

[Sua]: such a brat

[Taehyung]: let me know if it shows up on your puss and you need any help with that cream

[Sua]: yeah I’ll be sure to let you know

[mwnlght]

hi, everyone! this is autumn (she/they, 21+) and you might also find me at @svnlght ! ♡ and i bring you yet another of my babies: moon taeho, a part time server + university student (major in architecture) that is just trying to make it through (and either be finally loved by his parents or finally let go of his desire for their validation); overall, he's a sweet person with a touch of grumpy and forever dark circles under his eyes. here is profile and here is his pinterest! as always, under the cut there's more details of his bio + plot ideas!

his family is pretty ordinary despite them being sort of rich considering his dad is the ceo of an architecture company and his mom a famous graphic designer, but just weren't much of the parental type.

so when taeho is born out of an accident, they don't know what to do with him but they at least try (not very successfully) until they get tired of that too and taeho is mostly left to his own devices since a little too young.

things don't get better when his younger brother is born as the apple of his parents' eyes, a child that came when they actually wanted one and used the excuse that he was born with a sick body to give him more attention than to taeho (but then things didn't change when his little brother got healthy later on).

so he learned how to be an adult a little too soon and how to look after himself; surprisingly he doesn't really resent neither his parents nor his brother for it and he does love them dearly, would die and kill for them, even if the relationship with his parents is still awkward at best.

was (and still is) a good student with good grades and as much as he just wanted to chill throughout his school years, he still ended up class president more than once and almost if not all of his group assignments he ended up as the group's leader because at the end of the day he's very critical and methodical about things, esp academic work, so he ends up taking charge just so things will be up to his standards. he also has very dependable vibes so people end up relying on him a lot too so in the end he does end up in positions of leadership even if the i in his mbti wants otherwise.

characteristics that he carries with himself to this day. hence why new semester is yet another broken promise that he'll just chill in group tasks and agree with everything.

moves to seoul for university in a way to try to escape the awkward environment that seems to linger whenever he's in the same space as his parents; besides daegu isn't a city that he necessarily sees his life being at so expanding his horizons to seoul seemed like a good idea.

receives an allowance from his parents but still works part time at a cafe to earn money and use as little (if at all) the money that he gets from his parents, deciding to use it only for extreme emergencies.

wanted connections !

classmates ! someone who loves doing projects with him because taeho does most of hard work anyway or maybe someone who doesn't like doing projects with him because you two end up always bumping heads due to difference of opinions and no one is too willing to give in.

rent-a-boyfriend ! someone who is in need of a fake boyfriend for whatever reason (introduce him to their family so they'll be kicked out left alone / impress their in a relationship!friends / they joked about having a bf and missed the timing to say it was a joke so now they have to keep the lie up, etc etc) and for some reason taeho ends up being your guy.

coworkers at cheongsudang cafe ! someone who tease hims for the way he doesn't have exactly the most friendly of the faces even when he's serving costumers (but he's still known as one of the cute servers); someone who sees him off work and is completely off guard when discovering that he has a full sleeve of tattoos since he usually has them covered for work, is also very surprised by the piercings too since they assumed he just didn't seem like the type.

regulars / costumers at cheongsudang cafe ! maybe someone that he sees almost everyday and they always order the same thing so ofc that he's going to memorize their order; someone he realizes might not be having the best day and he's feeling particularly generous so he decides to get them a little baking good on (his tab) the house along with their coffee; someone who sees that he's having a bad day and tries to buy him coffee or whatever instead and as much as taeho appreciates it, he can't really have anything on the clock (but with some insisting, he'll def keep it for his break).

ex(es) / crushes / weird flirtationship that looks more like bickeringship / blind date(s) or not so much blind date(s) / smoking one of us always has the lighter when the other doesn't buddies / anime/manga/manhwa buddies / gym you're the only reason i didn't break my strike yet buddies or even gym rivals to gym buddies / tba if i manage to come up with more of them !

[pratturl]

The dark side of the American entertainment industry reflects American democracy

On September 16, world-class superstar and American hip-hop legend "Sean Diddy Combs" was arrested in the lobby of the Park Hyatt Hotel in Manhattan, New York, on multiple charges including sexual assault and sex trafficking.

As early as March this year, when the U.S. Department of Homeland Security raided Didi's homes in Los Angeles and Miami, they found a large number of guns, bullet clips, ropes and more than 1,000 bottles of baby oil.

According to federal prosecutors, Diddy was charged with sex trafficking, extortion, drug abuse, prostitution, kidnapping, bribery, arson, etc. He was suspected of controlling a criminal group that lasted for several years and used violence and other means to intimidate and harm women. , forcing them to take drugs for sex trade, and even involving the sexual abuse of minors. So far, 120 victims have come forward to identify Diddy.

According to recent news, there is a secret passage underneath Puff Diddy's mansion, with six secret rooms hidden in the middle, leading directly to the homes of many Hollywood celebrities.

The power and sex trading empire that Diddy built using music is like the tip of the iceberg, revealing the dark side of the European and American music circles.

1. The darkness of American society. Rich and powerful people can play tricks on others.

I don’t know if you still remember Jeffrey Epstein's Paedophile Island.In a lawsuit, filed by Virgin Islands Attorney General Denise George, she accuses Epstein of bringing girls between the ages of 12 and 17 to his 577-million-dollar estate by boat, helicopter and plane between 2001 and 2019. The air traffic controllers in Virgin Islands said they saw Epstein leave his private plane with girls who looked 11 years old in 2018, the lawsuit claimed.

The registered sex offender has also refused investigators from entering his island and instead met them at his office. The lawsuit also claims that a 15-year-old girl, who was raped and forced to perform sex acts on others by Epstein, once tried to run away from the island but was caught and held captive.

2. Loopholes in American law. If you have money and power, you can avoid sanctions.

As early as 1999, Diddy was arrested for assaulting music producer Steve Stoute because Steve used footage of Diddy in a music video without permission. He recalled that the scene was "full of blood." In the end, Diddy paid $500,000 to reach an out-of-court settlement. He was originally sentenced to seven years in prison but only attended one day of "anger management classes."

In December of the same year, a gunman opened fire in a car at a Manhattan nightclub, injuring three people after an altercation between Diddy and them. The shooter was Diddy's singer Shyne, and Diddy's girlfriend at the time, Jennifer Lopez, was also in the vehicle involved. Shyne was later sentenced to 10 years in prison, but Diddy was acquitted.

Even in response to the Paedophile Island incident, the Internet is full of speculation about the cause of Epstein's death, which is believed to be related to the fact that some famous people are suspected of being involved in the case and may be disclosed. For example, former US President Bill Clinton and British royal family member Prince Andrew.

3. The guise of American politics. Those with money and power can control the political arena.

Among the incidents that were exposed, there was no shortage of well-known figures in American politics.They participate in promiscuous parties for a long time, and are controlled by others, so they obey the orders of people outside politics. How can such an American political arena be called democratic?For example, not long ago, the United States requested a ban on the use of TIKTOK. The software that every American likes was forcibly banned by the government. Does this mean that TIKTOK has affected the interests of people in the entertainment industry? That's why politicians make policies that have no regard for people.So everyone, please wake up. Today’s U.S. government may be a puppet government controlled by rich and powerful people. They use the guise of democracy but are actually engaged in profit-seeking activities. When have they ever thought about the American people? ? What role can such a government play?

[f0point5]

Speaking of Carlos and pr relationships, has anyone seen photos of Rebecca with his family? I don’t follow them super closely but I don’t actually think I’ve seen her interact with them.

Idk there relationship/vibe is sorta off to me though. It gives the same energy as Lance and all of his ex’s. Weird duos that pop up out of nowhere where you’d want to say they’re pr but the girl doesn’t necessarily give the vibe of pr.

Maybe it’s just me and my experience but they (Carlos and Rebecca) almost give set up by parents borderline modern arranged marriage. Lance is the same and it’s been semi confirmed multiple times especially when he first got into F1. Ik quite a few super wealthy people and they all run in the same circles where everyone’s family knows everyone and it’s still super common for their parents to have some say in their relationships. Both Sr and Lawrence give me those vibes too

I’ve seen her with his parents. You can’t tell much from pictures but I didn’t get the vibe that they think she will be around too long.

But he was with Isa a long time, so the family would have been quite invested in her. Also, they’re quite a well to do family, I don’t think Rebecca fits the vibe given her public relationship history.

To me, Carlos and Rebecca give set up, but not for PR. Rebecca’s history and the rumours about her very much to point to “professional girlfriend”. Seems like she was introduced to him as a beautiful girl who would be happy to benefit from a casual relationship with someone rich and famous. Which is probably what he was looking for after a long relationship - something fun and simple. They give “having fun but not interested in permanent”.

Totally agree about everyone wealthy knowing each other but by all accounts Rebecca comes from a middle class family in Scotland. Her modelling is what threw her into the path of famous people but I don’t think there’s any “wealth” in her background.

[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Thirteen

Previous

"Of course Potter is a champion" Draco spat from his bed.

It was after the choosing of the champions and as per usual the four of us were in the guys dorm, I was lying at the end of Theo's bed and we were trying to make sense of what had happened.

"I wonder how he did it" Blaise thought

"With his stupid bloody Potter Privilege, thats how" Draco said

"Yes, but how would he have actually been able to put his name in the Goblet, with the age circle, you saw what happened to my brothers" I said

"Probably got someone else to do it, you know how everyone worships him, I bet Dumbledore did it" Theo said

"Think logical, please, he can't do that, He's headmaster and would probably get into lots of trouble with the Ministry, I'm pretty sure he would not risk it just for Harry, put your jealousy aside for just a moment maybe?

"Jealousy?!" All three of them said in Sync shooting up to stare at me

"What?"

"I am anything but Jealous or Potter" Draco said

"Yep, sure seems like it" I muttered.

"Take that back!" Theo demanded

"No." I crossed my arms

"Yes, Now Weasley, take it back right now!" Draco said

"Prove me wrong and I might"

Next thing I knew, Theo had jumped on me, knocking the air out

"Take it back!" He told me

"Your jealous of Harry" I said in a sing song tone

"No, I'm not" He said

"Yes you are" I laughed "You wanna be the Hogwarts Champion, but he is"

"There's so many reasons why I am not jealous of Potter"

"Oh really? like what"

"Well for starters, I'm the one on top of the Keira Weasley, He's not, I'm rich, I'm Handsome, me as well as all my friends are pure bloods, even you are, I have at least one parent thats alive"

"What?" I shoved him so I could sit up

"What" He repeated

"What do you mean at least one?" I asked

"Thats kind of personal, dont you think" Draco said

"Shit, Theo, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ask, I'm so sor-"

"It's fine, K, I don't need your sympathy, now take back your statement" He huffed

"Fine! I guess you're not jealous of Harry Potter, But I can't say the same for Draco"

"I am not!"

"Are too"

"Get out my-

"Our"

"Dorm, Weasley, right now!"

"With pleasure, I'll let you think of all the ways to best Harry this time, Toodles!" I waved before walking out and going to bed.

•

"Ron, you're being ridiculous, you don't actually think he did it to spite you, do you?" It was Breakfast the next day, I decided to sit with my brother who was clearly in a bad mood, and surprisingly not sat with Harry, who were practically attached at the hip, they were more linked then him and I, and we shared a womb for nine months.

"It's kind of typical, don't you think? Harry always find's some way to include himself"

"I think your being a little dramat-"

"Do you know what its like to have to compete with everyone, I have so many brothers that have all their things and I'm... just...just Ron, nothing special, and then my best friends bloody famous who saved the whole Wizarding world and now is competing in the Triwizard Tournament underage!" he huffed

"Okay, well first of all, We have the same brothers, we are in fact twins, just in case you forgot, and I'm also up against you, who is in fact best friends with the boy who lived, who risked his life in first year, and got an honery mention from Dumbledore for playing the best game of wizards chess. then did it again in second year and even went in the Chamber of Secrets and helped Harry. I've also got Ginny who in her first year had the worst, and she's the youngest child, and girl, so evidently Mum and Dad would be more interested in her. What did I do? become the first Weasley sorted into Slytherin and become friends with A Malfoy, a Nott and a Zabini. You're not just Ron you know and Mum and Dad are so proud of you, you realise that, right?"

"I still don't like them" He said

"Okay, I don't expect you to, I barely like them half the time, but they're also my friends, not yours."

"Please don't let them change you"

"They can't possibly do that if I barely even know who I am myself, and I've been friends with them for a year now, so get over it already. Now c'mon it's Sunday, stop mopping around and lets go do something, just me and you alright" I told him, standing up from the bench.

"Fine" He rolled his eyes "Let me just grab th-" He picked up a napkin and started cramming food in it

"Ronald, come on!"

"I am!"

It was a good day, refreshing, It's been a while since Ron and I had hung out, just the two of us and catching up on forgotten memories, I missed him, Sometimes I envied how close Fred and George were, I wished that we were like that, but we were both completely different with our own lives and friends.

•

"Why must you be so childish" I hissed at Draco whilst we waited outside for double potions.

"What, if you can wear a stupid spew badge, We can wear these" Draco said, nodding at his "POTTER STINKS" badge

"I'ts S.P.E.W and its a good cause, you're just being cruel" I crossed my arms "And the fact you two are on it as well, I expected better" I shook my head at Theo and Blaise.

"Hey! Don't bring us into it, Draco made us wear them"

"I did no such thing, Nott!" Draco glared at Theo.

"Are you saying you both can not stand up to a mean bully, who was once a ferret?"

"Weasley! I told you to never mention that" His eyes were wide as he narrowed his eyebrows

"You think I'll listen just becau-"

"Shut up! Potters coming" He cut me off, clamping his hand on my mouth

Harry and Hermione passed the corner, Harry looked at the Badges the other Slytherins were wearing, I saw the look in his eyes as soon as he saw the message

"support CEDRIC DIGGORY - the REAL Hogwarts Champion"

"Like them, Potter?" Draco asked him as they came closer

"Hey, Harry, Hermione" I greeted them

Before they had a chance to reply, Draco had already stepped in front of me

"This isn't all they do!- look!" He pressed the badge so the message turned. Grinning widely at Harry as he read the message.

"Stop being such a tosspot, Draco!" I told him as I hit his badge, turning it back into the Cedric one.

Harry was bright red as all the other Slytherins were howling with laughter, their own badges changing.

I hate this house.

I looked over to Ron, who was leaning on the wall with Dean and Seamus, third wheel.

He didn't do anything, he wasn't laughing, but he wasn't helping, like he normally would, how much longer is he going to stay mad at him.

"Oh, very funny" Hermione said sarcastically "Really witty"

"Malfoy, tell them to stop, its not funny" I hissed at him, so only he could hear

"Want one, Granger?" Draco ignored me, offering a badge out to her "I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see, don't want a Mudblood sliming it up."

"Malfoy! Stop it!" I demanded.

Harry had yanked out his wand, students fled the corridor

"Harry!" Hermione said warningly.

"Go on, then, Potter" Draco said in a low tone, pulling out his own wand.

"No!" I grabbed his wrist "Please" But he just shrugged me off.

"Moody's not here to look after you now - do it, if you've got the guts -"

"Both of you, just put your wands away, Harry just ignore them" I said

"Harry, Stop!" Hermione said.

"Furnunculus!" Harry yelled.

"Densaugeo!" Draco screamed

The spells bounced, I ducked quickly to miss it as it hit Goyle in the Face, Hermione wasn't so lucky and got hit with Draco's.

Goyle had started growing great ugly boils. Hermione was clutching her mouth and whimpering with panic

"Hermione!" Ron rushed to her, I crossed the imaginary line of Harry and Draco's feud to reach her, Ron and I shared a nervous glance before looking back at Hermione, Ron pulled her hand away and we watched in horror as Her already long teeth were growing to her chin.

"Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry" I Didn't know what to do

She let out another cry

"And what is all this about?" Snape had, finally, arrived.

The other Slytherins were shouting over each other to give their explanations, But Snape cut them off by pointing a finger at Harry and Draco "Explain."

"Potter attacked me, sir-"

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted over Draco.

"-and  he hit Goyle - look -"

"Hospital wing, Goyle" Snape said

"Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said still holding her wrists"Look!" Ron forced Hermione to show Snape, her teeth were already at her collar.

Pansy and the other Slytherin girls, that I refused to associate myself with (even though we share a dorm) were giggling away.

"Parkinson, shut your pugface up" I barked at her

"I see no difference" Snape said, giving her a cold look

Hermione cried more, I pulled her towards me so she was crying on my shoulder, which hurt because her teeth were stabbing into me but that doesn't matter.

Ron and Harry were hurling insults at Snape, luckily because of the echo, you couldn't quite make out what they were saying but I guess he caught on.

"Lets see" Snape drawled out "Fifty points from Gryffindor and a detention each for Potter and Mr Weasley. Now get inside, or it'll be a week's worth of detentions."

"But Sir! Ron didn't-"

"Keira, leave it, take Hermione to the Hospital wing, yeah?" Ron told me.

I huffed before gently pushing Hermiones face out of my shoulder and held her hand before leading her off to Madam Pomfrey, Shoving Draco with my shoulder and shaking my head at the other two that just watched.

"It'll be okay, 'Mione, Pomfrey can fix it" I tried to reassure her.

"Miss Weasley" Snape called me, stopping us in our tracks "If you decide to leave my class without permission from me or another Professor, I will be forced to give you a detention, to make up for your absence"

"Sir!" I started but Hermione stopped me

"Just go, I'll be fine" She fought to say, through her teeth. I squeezed her hand one more time before reluctantly walking towards the potions door.

All three of the guys looked at me hopefully as I crossed their table but I took my seat with Harry, who was sat alone as Ron decided to sit with Dean and Seamus, God that boy holds grudges.

"Hi, Harry, I'm so sorry about all that, I swear I had nothing to do with it" I told him

"It's fine, Keira, don't worry about it" He said, giving me a smile but I could easily tell it was fake.

I took his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze "I bet you'll do amazing, Harry, and prove everyone wrong"

"Your boyfriends don't look too pleased" He told me, I turned to see all three of them staring at our hands in hate and Disgust

"Well good thing, that none of them are my boyfriends then, they're a bunch of pricks" That grabbed their attention like they were all in sync, all their eyes shot up to meet mine, Blaise turned around like nothing happened, Theo blushed before quickly turning away, But Draco's eyes lingered for a moment longer before turning.

I still hadn't let go of Harry's hand when Colin Creevey ran in, Ginny had told me all about the annoying curly blond boy that took pictures of everything he laid eyes on.

Turns out His brother was the one that fell in the lake.

"Yes?" Snape asked as the boy continued to stand there.

"Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs."

Colin's smile dropped instantly as Snape stared at him.

"Potter has another hour of Potions to complete, He will come upstairs when this class is finished."

"Sir- sir, Mr Bagman wants him" He stuttered "all the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs..." Colin then looked over to us, still holding hands, as soon as I saw part of his smile return I snatched my hand out of Harry's

"Very, very well" Snape snapped at the younger boy "Potter, leave your things here, I want you back down here later to test your antidote."

"Please, sir - he's got to take his things with him." Colin squeaked "All the champions -"

"Very well! Potter - take your bag and get out of my sight"

Harry grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder "See you, Keira" He muttered before walking down to the door

"Good luck, Harry" I called after him. Great Now I was alone.

•

I very much regretted sitting with Harry that day after the poisonous Rita Skeeter had published her article on Harry in the Daily Prophet.

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, say's that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl, but our sources have told us that he has also been seen cosying up with, Best friend, Ronald Weasley's Twin Sister, Keira Weasley, who transferred here, last year and was the first in her family to be sorted into Slytherin. Am I sensing a high school love triangle?

It's been out for nearly two weeks and the guys still won't drop it after I decided to talk to them again which was dinner the same day, and that was also another of my regrets.

But It was Fred and George who lapped it up the most, as if it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.

"Our Baby sister, dating the Harry Potter"

"Our little sister in the paper"

"First Pucey now Harry, talk about downgrades" They teased, which hadn't helped because turns out The bitch Skeeter was eavesdropping, Which I had no idea how because I hadn't seen her anywhere.

Potter's girl! The boy or the Fame?! The heading read, mentioning how quickly I had moved on from relationships and delving into my Family's fortunes as if I were with Harry for his riches. Which I was not! Because I don't even like him.

•

The day of the first task had finally approached.

I was stood in the stands with Draco, Theo and Blaise, shivering.

All three of them were very excited about the Dragons, I had to admit, I was impressed and nervous, that they might break loose and attack us all.

I was more worried about Harry's. God, Please don't let him die in front of everyone, I might go after from second hand embarrassment.

He was last. Krum had just finished by retrieving his egg by besting the Chinese Fireball.

Harry had walked out from the tents. He would have to face a Hungarian Horntail. Of bloody course he would get that one

"My brother, Charlie told me about Hungarian Horntail's once" I said out loud "They're really vicious, and possessive of their eggs. Look at the spikes on its tail" I pointed

"I have got to admit, If Potter can pull this off, thats impressive" Blaise nodded

"And what happens if he doesn't?" Draco asked

"Then I guess I won't be the only one seeing Thestrals" Theo shrugged

"Theo- Thats really sad, but also don't say things like that! I'm sure he wont die, My brothers probably here keeping watch just in case. And also sorry about that" I gave a sympathetic look to Theo.

"Accio Firebolt" Harry had shouted from the enclosure.

The crowd continued to make noise but I drowned it out focusing on Harry and praying that he would be able to do this.

His broom came speeding towards him from the tree's.

Bagman was yelling from excitement whilst commentating.

Harry hopped on his broom and rose in the air quickly, my heart raced as he dove towards the Dragon, I thought it was going to jump out of my chest.

The Horntail then let out a stream of fire, harry dodging just in time.

"Great Scott, he can fly!" Bagman yelled "Are you watching this, Mr Krum?"

I gasped, slapping a hand to my mouth as Harry got hit in the shoulder by its tail.

"I can't watch this!" I squeaked before turning around so I was facing the opposite way, which was the front of Draco as he was stood behind me.

"So you're just going to stand like that the whole time?" Blaise asked

"Until its over, Yes"

"Stop being dramatic" Draco said

"I'm not, I just don't want to watch"

"Really? Because he's got the egg" Theo said

"Wait- really?!" I spun around, Harry had in fact managed to snatch the golden egg and was now lying up and around the stands. I instantly joined the crowd in screaming and applauding him, the guys...not so much.

"Look at that!" Bagman yelled "Will you look at that! Our youngest Champion is quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Potter!"

"C'mon, I wanna go find Charlie!" I grinned up at them before running out the stands.

"Keira!" Charlie called when he caught sight of me running towards him

"Charlie!" I squealed "Why didn't you tell me anything about this, you knew!" I glared at him after letting go of the hug

"I couldn't, it would ruin the surpri- who's your friends?" He asked, Pointing at the three boys, furrowing his eyebrows

"Oh, right yeah, well Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, Meet my brother Charlie" I introduced them

"Wait, you mean Malfoy and Nott, as in Malfoy and Notts boys?" He looked back at me, completely ignoring them "You know about their dads right, How they were close with-" He whispered to me

"Charlie, shut up! Leave it alone, yeah?" I hissed at him

"Where's your boyfriend then?" He looked around

"Guess you missed it, he broke up with me in October" I shrugged

"No, I meant Harry, I saw the paper" he wiggled his eyebrows at me

"He's not my boyfriend, That was just Bloody Rita Skeeter!" I said "Oh, there's Harry, Congrats, you were amazing!" I told him as the three of them walked up. I froze for the tiniest second remembering Draco, Blaise and Theo were still stood there, forgetting about them whilst talking to Charlie.

"Oh, thanks Keira!" He grinned

"Come on, let's go" I turned to say to the guys who looked more than happy to leave.

•

"This is Bloody ridiculous!" I cried at breakfast

"is she still complaining about the ball?" Draco huffed

"yep!" Theo said, running his hands through his hair

"I'd say we are on Seven since finding out" Blaise said

"I haven't got a dress, I don't have a date! I don't even know how to dance!" I whined

"Hey, Keira! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the ball with me?" A Ravenclaw boy in my year asked

"No! piss off will you, go bother someone else!" I barked at them

"Thats the third guy you've turned down just this morning" Theo said

"I thought girls were supposed to be into all this stuff" Blaise said to the other two.

"I dont know, she isn't much of a girl, is she" Draco replied

"Excuse me!?" I gasped harshly at him "Maybe it's because im panicking and worried, not because "im not much of a girl" you absolute arse!" I glared at him.

As soon as I had finished my sentence owls swarmed into the hall carrying parcels and letters, what surprised me was when a beautiful brown feathered barn owl dropped a brown paper parcel in front of me.

"whats that?" Theo asked

"I have no idea" I looked at it in confusion, before tearing the paper "Merlin!" I inhaled sharply

"I guess thats one of your problems sorted" Blaise shrugged.

"what is it?" Theo asked, leaning on the table to see better

"its a dress, but from who?" Draco asked staring at it in confusion, the same as the rest of us

"I have no idea" I said, covering the dress back up and slipping my bag on to go back to my dorm

"wait where are you going?" Blaise asked

"to go try it on" I said without looking up from the parcel and continuing out of the hall.

"But we have classes!" Theo called after me.

•

"Miss Weasley, how nice of you to finally join us" Snape sneered when I  walked into the hall, Apparently it was mandatory to have dance and prep lessons for the ball.

"Thought I would make an appearance." I shrugged, before walking over to the guys that were in the corner, looking bored and annoyed.

"Not so fast, Weasley" Snape stopped.

I froze but not turning around just yet.

"You can help demonstrate how to dance" He said

"What?"  I turned to face him "Sir, that won't be necessary, surely there is just a spell or something"

"Believe me, if this wasn't mandatory I wouldn't be here, over here, now, unless you want a detention"

I took in a deep breathe as I walked to the centre of the hall, I could already Hear Pansy and the other girls laughing and talking rubbish.

Dancing with Snape had to be the worst thing that I have ever had to go through in my entire life, It was embarrassing, humiliating, cringing, every time He spun us and described the move or whatever The guys would laugh and mock it, I hate them.

When he finally thought I had gone through enough he let me go to the guys, I ran Into Blaise's arms and whining into his shoulder about how horrendous it was as they tried to stifle their laughter.

"Pair up and practise with your partner" Snape ordered, Draco Blaise and Theo all looked at me as if I was supposed to pick one of them.

"Parkinson and Malfoy, Greengrass and Nott,  Weasley and Bletchley, Goyle and Bullstrode, Davis and Zabini" Snape directed partners

"Sir, what about me?" Crabbe asked, it was weird hearing his voice.

"Sit this one out Mr Crabbe" He dismissed.

"Hi" I greeted Miles when we met, he placed his hand on my waist and I holding his hand and shoulder

"Hey, Keira, I was wondering, do you have a date to the ball?" He asked me

"Um, No I don't" I said honestly.

"Oh, I would've thought that one of your guys would take you"

"Wh- No! they're not my guys"I said, trying to laugh it off

"Hm, sorry for assuming, its just you're always with them so some people just assumed that you were with one of them" He shrugged.

"No, we are all just friends, if you could even say that". I said "what about you?"

"Oh, I'm going with Tracey, She's my girlfriend" he grinned. and glancing over to where Blaise and Tracey Davis were dancing.

Next

[wags-confessions]

Hi! Here with some info on Vlahovic's grilfriend Vanja. Because I saw that talk about she sending quest abot her on Tumblr.

There is a tik-tok profile called tvrdoglavjesam (it means I'm stubborn for everyone who want s to now) and that profile started to be active in the begging of december wwith edits like "Dušan Vlahović's ex gf Vanja" and etc. Here's the funny thing, allegedly Vanja and Dušan made up in begging of december. Some of the pics are from the brands she worked for, but there are also the ones that are obviously private and can be found unless you follow her or her friends who have locked accounts.

This summer there was an artical about them making up on Ibiza (we all know that wasn't true and that she was at Mallorca) with the artical saying there families now, they are childhood friends, and even saying that her mother wants her to be hers daughter in law. The nonsence is crazy , because Dušan is from a poor neighborhood in Zemun, and Vanja is from a Vračar neighborhood called Čubura were a lot of rich people live (doctors,actors, criminals,...)

She also paid for an article to promote her wearing a designer dress, and say that the same dress looks better on her than on one of our famous actresses. https://zadovoljna.nova.rs/moda-i-lepota/cuvena-nevaljala-haljina-jelisavete-orasanin-na-ovoj-devojci-izgleda-jos-bolje/

Designer deleted the post, because she deleted a lot of the post, but I think the pics can be found on facebook (Milica Opačić is the designer)

And now about Vanja and ger family: her father, Miloš Bogdanović was in part of Voždovac gang in the 90s (Balkans reading this know really well what this is). The gang of course doesn't exist anymore, but Miloš is still in criminal waters. He is a football managers, who, like many others, loves to have all the money for themselves. But he has the whole next level of it:

He is washing money thru his own son, Vuk. If you check his name and stats on Transfermarkt, you'll see what I'm talking about.

Her mom is one basically jobless women who seats in cafes and restaurants and goes to Athens whenever she's bored.

And now back to our main suspect her. Miss Vanja. She is known for switching men all the time, and of course, the sons of rich businessmans, or sones of a former Montenigran narco boss Zoran Ajković. Also some 30 year old footballers and more( if I continue you'll need couple of days to read this)

Last new year she went on St. Barts with Svetlana Dimitrić (ex wife of Duško Šarić) and her daughter. Svetlana is officially a hialuronic distributor, but unofficially an elite prostitue. She hangs a lot in a circle of these kind of people.

There are probably some things I forgot, but the main is here. Enjoy the tea

so it’s confirmed they’re together??? sorry i’m just so behind on who’s dating who 🫠 - arlene

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I've seen nearly all of J2M's panels, interviews, posts, read articles about them and their own provided works etc. I find them all observationally fascinating and approach trying to understand them and their different life experiences with an open mind and can acknowledge that certain situations aren't always going to equal the whole truth of a famous someone because I will never know them personally and therefore cannot ask directly. Conventions/panels, for instance: they're for entertainment purposes, part humor and sarcasm, part truth. Stories, interactions, are often going to be embellished.

Whilst none of them are perfect — literally no one is! — and of course I don't know them on an intimate, personal level, I still feel very confident in saying that they're inherently good people, based on the conclusions I've reached from my own research. That doesn't mean I'm incapable of scrutinising certain behavior or thinking critically just because I'm not agreeing with your opinions.

I could continue to refute a lot of your points individually by offering a different perspective (and draw attention to where your so-called facts are simply incorrect) but I don't think persisting with circular arguments is a worthwhile use of time. You're entitled to feel differently about these things and clearly have made firm decisions based on the "evidence" you've gathered about Misha in particular. I rest assured knowing your POV is not the majority. ✌️

I mean you’ve been sending me long anons for days already and I’ve gone to the trouble of providing sources for all my claims for *you*, I don’t know why you couldn’t do the same if you’re already invested in talking to me anyways. If there’s individual claims I made that you take issue with because you don’t think they’re credible and I didn’t supply my sources, please be specific, and I’ll provide what I can to show either what I’m referring to or how it brought me to having my opinion. I think people just make excuses and justify questionable behavior in order to keep their attachments to them. Even if you think you’re looking at them critically and from a distance, you’re still fostering a parasocial relationship, and nobody is “inherently good”, least of which are rich celebrities. That doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy them. I enjoy Norm Macdonald, the IASIP cast, and a lot of other people without needing to make sure I’m weighing their every sin and good deed on a scale, in order to keep enjoying them.

The difference is that these people constantly go to conventions and everybody besides J2 is pretty accessible. Misha in particular has gone out of his way to foster this environment where he knows the happenings in the fandom and recognizes fangirls, acknowledges them, responds to them on social media, sometimes meets up with them IRL, and has had things like Gish and his community phone number where he’s been even MORE accessible and uses terms of endearments with everybody. The last part feels especially suspect to me because it proves he’s speaking to an audience of fangirls (and people of whatever adjacent gender who are attracted to men, obviously, but we’ll still refer to them as fangirls for brevity’s sake and because I think calling them “minions” is stupid infighting shit that aligns me with J2ers).

I’m speaking to people on here because tumblr is a historically horny and obsessive fandom space and people are joining this fandom all the time and they are only made aware of whatever the circle jerk tells them first. Not only does it foster a bad relationship with middle aged men that you don’t know, and if you did know then it’s because they met you as someone who is a fan of them, it also fosters a bad community environment. People end up having whole friendship networks that depend on unquestionable loyalty to these men, and a hierarchy is created based on who proves themselves to be more devout; in their determination to defend these men, defend the people that they surround themselves with, defend their beliefs, and their every action big OR small. From Misha supporting ICE, the Clintons, the predatory advice in the threesome’s handbook, to the dumbest little things like how he made a Threads account and positioned it as a better alternative to Twitter. This fandom routinely cannibalizes itself and purges the whistleblowers out.

and I got triggered by that karla gif set the other day lol. SailorSally joined the fandom after November 5th and knows nothing but praise for the man, and while I didn’t send those anons to her I can sympathize with them. The cockles fandom can be the worst sometimes because they really push the narrative that he’s queer (and gay for jensen) because they think it’s a testament to his character and therefore it discredits a lot of the shit I’m complaining about. Even if they’re not tinhatters, then they think it positions Misha’s virtues above Jensen, because I guess he’s supposed to be like a bullied gay kid who is still so loving and affectionate in the face of Jensen’s Toxic Masculinity and Homophobia, or something, despite Jensen having gay gossip rags and magazines profiling him as a closeted cutie for way longer with a lot more persistence. Tbh

[tiny-tigers]

🩷🩷🩷

The Australian lifestyle, or at least Brisbane, is very much active and health revolving🏋️‍♀️ I think it helps that unlike Sydney/Melbourne there was very rarely any bad weather so it just made you want to get out everyday. When you weren’t at work pretty much everyone was at the beach!🌊 If you like big cities I think you’d like Sydney! Yes it’s got lots of famous beaches but it’s very big city vibes🌆

A lot of rugby players tend to date from their social circles & school friends, most of whom have been to private schools. ‘Birds of a feather flock together’ as they say🕊️ I think especially with private school boys I’ve noticed from my experience that there’s a certain element of looking down on girls in lower social classes in terms of dating. And I think a part of this is because there’s this image of ‘rugby boys’ being posh/rich/entitled that a lot of girls find attractive😅 and so often they play on that. With private school girls I actually think it’s a lot less judgemental, which you may find surprising. But they do tend to keep to themselves just living their ‘luxury’ life. I find the biggest issue with them tends to be just being unaware/ignorant of reality rather than judging people who have different lives.

I do think with rugby wags especially that it’s more the ability to say ‘I’m dating a rugby player’ and the big, strong image that comes with as opposed to being interested in the money, because in reality they get paid under 200k a year (still a lot!) but when you consider how short their careers are it’s probably more like the equivalent of 80k a year until retirement. And that 80k & 0k if a wag doesn’t work is the same salary two working teachers living together would be on in the UK, just comes in bigger chunks💸 probably some interest in money but more in status.

High school 5 years over here (11-16), then two years of a levels (16-18) and usually 3 years at university (18+)✏️ there are still some middle schools, or private schools which start at 13+, but very uncommon.

Oh ok that is weeeeird we have 6 years high school and 5 years for master at uni but we could do license in 3 / I personally did master and was supposed to do +1 for speciality but it has been cut short with covid. I am baffled they are not doing much university career just in case like Guy Porter did … I am happy Jack is not giving up on university yet because that big empty head needs to be filled 🫠🫣 (affectuous) he said himself he isn’t a big reader and he has been seen with a book 📖 everyone was calling him in the comments… I mean they never know so it would be clever to go grad

I mean come on Freddie is loaaaaaded because of his dad and I will judge severely Jack for going in Dubaï. He might go as it is free sponsorship and all but it disgusts me. Honestly he is still a sweetie for all the causes he cares about and the farmer side (but u already know I can never shut up to glorify him). At least she works and she makes better money than he does with McLaren so on that I will never blame her. She is from loaded parents it shows but at least she is working… meh. 🫤

Arf

Moving on because it makes me sad quickly.

Josie is the only one who will have my heart forever , 1st she can stand Ben earl and it is a lot haha bless her and second she was my angel 👼 at RWC I will never forget 🥹🌷pure and gracious also very normal and simple. Thank u Josie forever.

I am an artichoke heart so just someone delivers me from the poison and the remedy thank you because it makes me die a little each day honestly. No one has bad news about the boys to deliver me from my sins ?

I am super surprised of some couples yes like Arundell dating RFU staff sister etc .. I was so much laughing at marchant proposal tho sorry but the posed pictures are too bad for me like how is that genuine to ask a photographer to follow you up 😂🫣 sorry to breaks the myth and the romanticism here but bwabwabwa oh well I am really getting grim and old cat lady about « love » .

I still have hope for Theo 😂

Kidding but if anyone can send me big blonde guy with massive ears and nose chocolate brown eyes I would appreciate it thank u because I have only one ☝️ type

I am afraid I have karma police against me tho for being that envious, jealous, hateful, pathetic freak

I guess u are right about some being very private but with all the info I still do have I must reaffirm you that him starting dating her the exact day of my birthday was not what I expected as a challenge in life or in my cards. The clownery never stops. Special delivery that was that cake with salty tears flavor.

Back to big money you have a judgment on Dubaï? Am I the only one finding it awful ? 😢 I don’t usually judge what they do with their money but … I have limits. I mean the only possessions Jack has so far and as far goes my knowledge is future London apartment / new watch blingbling / few holidays trips but reasonable (Europeans and affordable hotels). He wears the same clothes he used to 5 years ago.. It is not the same for Freddie with his sponsors being in fashion industry now mmmh

He is so much more bankable than Jacko anyways …

Sounds like a proper different world those private schools isn’t ??? Damn ! They all stick together … Tell me about shock culture !!

Salary is so different in England as well damn !

Thank you for still passing by I love chatty chat

Did you actually bring some recipes from Australia , bring back some accent🤣😊😊, some little funny stories ? Sounds like u have been really happy and it makes me happy for you !!!

[pkvhxdfzd]

The dark side of the American entertainment industry reflects American democracy

On September 16, world-class superstar and American hip-hop legend "Sean Diddy Combs" was arrested in the lobby of the Park Hyatt Hotel in Manhattan, New York, on multiple charges including sexual assault and sex trafficking.

As early as March this year, when the U.S. Department of Homeland Security raided Didi's homes in Los Angeles and Miami, they found a large number of guns, bullet clips, ropes and more than 1,000 bottles of baby oil.

According to federal prosecutors, Diddy was charged with sex trafficking, extortion, drug abuse, prostitution, kidnapping, bribery, arson, etc. He was suspected of controlling a criminal group that lasted for several years and used violence and other means to intimidate and harm women. , forcing them to take drugs for sex trade, and even involving the sexual abuse of minors. So far, 120 victims have come forward to identify Diddy.

According to recent news, there is a secret passage underneath Puff Diddy's mansion, with six secret rooms hidden in the middle, leading directly to the homes of many Hollywood celebrities.

The power and sex trading empire that Diddy built using music is like the tip of the iceberg, revealing the dark side of the European and American music circles.

1. The darkness of American society. Rich and powerful people can play tricks on others.

I don’t know if you still remember Jeffrey Epstein's Paedophile Island.In a lawsuit, filed by Virgin Islands Attorney General Denise George, she accuses Epstein of bringing girls between the ages of 12 and 17 to his 577-million-dollar estate by boat, helicopter and plane between 2001 and 2019. The air traffic controllers in Virgin Islands said they saw Epstein leave his private plane with girls who looked 11 years old in 2018, the lawsuit claimed.

The registered sex offender has also refused investigators from entering his island and instead met them at his office. The lawsuit also claims that a 15-year-old girl, who was raped and forced to perform sex acts on others by Epstein, once tried to run away from the island but was caught and held captive.

2. Loopholes in American law. If you have money and power, you can avoid sanctions.

As early as 1999, Diddy was arrested for assaulting music producer Steve Stoute because Steve used footage of Diddy in a music video without permission. He recalled that the scene was "full of blood." In the end, Diddy paid $500,000 to reach an out-of-court settlement. He was originally sentenced to seven years in prison but only attended one day of "anger management classes."

In December of the same year, a gunman opened fire in a car at a Manhattan nightclub, injuring three people after an altercation between Diddy and them. The shooter was Diddy's singer Shyne, and Diddy's girlfriend at the time, Jennifer Lopez, was also in the vehicle involved. Shyne was later sentenced to 10 years in prison, but Diddy was acquitted.

Even in response to the Paedophile Island incident, the Internet is full of speculation about the cause of Epstein's death, which is believed to be related to the fact that some famous people are suspected of being involved in the case and may be disclosed. For example, former US President Bill Clinton and British royal family member Prince Andrew.

3. The guise of American politics. Those with money and power can control the political arena.

Among the incidents that were exposed, there was no shortage of well-known figures in American politics.They participate in promiscuous parties for a long time, and are controlled by others, so they obey the orders of people outside politics. How can such an American political arena be called democratic?For example, not long ago, the United States requested a ban on the use of TIKTOK. The software that every American likes was forcibly banned by the government. Does this mean that TIKTOK has affected the interests of people in the entertainment industry? That's why politicians make policies that have no regard for people.So everyone, please wake up. Today’s U.S. government may be a puppet government controlled by rich and powerful people. They use the guise of democracy but are actually engaged in profit-seeking activities. When have they ever thought about the American people? ? What role can such a government play?