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r0binxx11 · 2 years ago

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Attack On Titan boys head-canons! <3

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1. What artists/music they would listen to

Eren Jaegar: Eren without a doubt would listen to Destroy Lonely and that genre in general.

Armin Arlert: Armin would listen to softer music like MacDemarco. He would mostly listen to chill, cool and soothing music. I could also see him really liking love music.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean would listen to Kendrick Lamar and hip hop in general. He knows all the words to most of his songs as well.

Connie Springer: Connie I feel like would mostly listen to female rappers. His favorite artists would be Megan the Stallion or SZA. I feel like he would have a big crush on SZA for sure.

Levi Ackerman: Levi would be more into classical music or music that had a classical element to it. He wouldn’t really have a favorite composer either he would just listen to any song.

Erwin Smith: Erwin wouldn’t listen to music often but when he did he would for sure be into 70s-90s music. He would be like Levi in the way he wouldn’t have a favorite artist.

Reiner Braun: Reiner listens to a lot of motivation up beat music so i envision him liking rock and his favorite artist being Metallica because he’s basic. However, when he’s not working out, you can catch him listening to Beach House or Lana Del Ray. He often hid his liking of them to others.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt would listen to very indie music in my opinion. I cna see him being very into The Buttertones. He liked the feeling the songs gave him.

Zeke Jaegar: For some reason, I can’t imagine Zeke listening to music >< If he had to though it would be Sublime or anything like that.

Porco Galliard: Porco would definitely be into 80s-90s rock but he would also very much enjoy artists like Post Malone.

Colt Grice: Colt would listen to Mac Miller and Hers. He liked listening to music to vibe to. He loves to play both artists full blast.

2. What style of clothing they would wear

Eren Jaeger: Eren would most definitely be wearing cargo pants with straps and buckles on them. He would most likely also be wearing expensive sneakers such as brands like Nike or Steve Madden. He would probably wear oversized shirts along with regular silver chains and necklaces.

Armin Arlert: Armin would rock the soft boy aesthetic in my opinion. His wardrobe would be filled with different colored sweaters. Occasionally underneath the sweaters he’d have a button up shirt. He would also wear a lot of cardigans of multiple colors. As for his pants, they would be either corduroy pants or khaki pants. For shorts he would wear golf shorts/khaki shorts. As for his shoes, they would be vans low top or converse low top.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean would without a doubt dress like a basic white male in my opinion. He would always wear the branded clothing. I imagine him wearing a green nike hoodie a lot with either sweatpants or shorts. He would be like Eren in the aspect where he would wear the more expensive sneakers.

Connie Springer: Connie would wear tank tops or regular tshirts on a daily basis. I also see him wearing flannels a lot either tied around his waist or on him. I could also see him wearing Hawaiian shirts. As for pants, he’s got regular blue jeans or sweatpants. He occasionally wears beanies too. As for his shoes, Connie would wear timberlands or regular sneakers.

Levi Ackerman: Levi would wear regular long sleeve shirts that were either gray, black and navy blue. He would wear regular black pants usually with a black and silver belt. As for shoes he doesn’t really care at all. Since Levi is a germaphobe, he has house shoes and outside shoes. His house shoes were slippers haha and his outside shoes were regular sneakers. He likes to dress comfy and clean. I also think when it’s time to be formal, he’s very formal.

Erwin Smith: Erwin would definitely dress with a more formal style. He would wear button up shirts mostly white and dress pants usually black. Erwin would also wear brown dress shoes that were never dirty. He’d wear a golden watch at all times as well. Always well dressed definitely.

Reiner Braun: Reiner without a doubt is a gym rat. He’s constantly working out. I see him mostly wearing tank tops or regular t-shirt’s. When it gets colder out I think he would wear long sleeve muscle shirts too. Reiner mostly wears sweatpants too. I feel like he also wears a lot of oversized sweatshirts. As for shoes, I think he just has simple Nike or Adidas shoes that are just to his comfort.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt would definitely be wearing fandom t-shirts I think. He would wear regular basketball shorts or sweatpants. He would have on socks and sandals most of the time as well. Since he’s so tall he of course owns many oversized shirts and sweatshirts too!

Zeke Jaegar: Zeke would regularly wear simple khaki pants that were mostly a tan color. His torso fashion would range from tank tops to t-shirts to sweaters. I feel he would wear rings and bracelets as well. Zeke would either wear dress shoes or regular sneakers. He would really wear anything.

Porco Galliard: Porco’s wardrobe would consist of a lot of plain t-shirts and tank tops. He would always have a jacket on him too. I think he would wear regular cargo pants. As for his shoes, he would have on timberlands on or doc martens. I also see him wearing a watch or unique bracelets.

Colt Grice: Colt would have a ton of oversized shirts that were pastel colors. He would also like to wear shorts a lot which were pastel as well. He wears sandals or nikes pros as well. I see him having a couple of necklaces and bracelets but nothing too fancy.

3. How they would confess to you

Eren Jaeger: Eren would lowkey just outright say it casually. It would just be you two alone doing anything from walking around or cuddling, playing video games etc., and he would just outright say 'I love you' or something like that. On the outside he wouldn't seem nervous but on the inside he would be anxious that you wouldn't feel the same.

Armin Arlert: Armin would be so anxious to confess to you. He would be worried that he wasn’t good enough for you and he was very nervous of your response. He would plan out how he was going to confess to you and go over it again and again. He would definitely confess to you at a planned time in a romantic spot. Armin might even bring flowers or something like that.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean would act casual about it even though he clearly would be nervous. He would tell you exactly how he feels with all of his heart. He would do it verbally in a place where it would just be you two only.

Connie Springer: Connie thinks he’s already charming enough to pull anyone but not too cocky. When it comes to somebody he genuinely likes, his confession would be him being really scared and outright saying it. He would do it near the end of a hangout or possibly out of no where.

Levi Ackerman: Levi has lost so many people that he’s scared to loose you. He would often try to hide his emotions for you in his head and try to make them disappear. When he couldn’t make them disappear he would end up deciding to confess. He expected you to say no but when you said yes he couldn’t help but feel happiness. He would do it verbally and in a space that was quiet and comfortable.

Erwin Smith: Erwin would always give subtle hints that he liked you. He would confess to you in a formal manner. He had the perfect words to confess and he was so romantic with it. He would do it on a beautiful night or sunset. He’s a very romantic with it.

Reiner Braun: Reiner would be sort of uncoordinated with his confession. He would be all over the place with his blushing and lack of eye contact. He was scared of rejection and it took a lot of nerve for him to confess to you. He would do it in a random place as well.

Zeke Jaeger: Zeke has heavily hinted all of the time that he liked you. He would confess in a serious way and wanted an answer if you liked him back or not. He manifested the answer to be yes. He would confess and then immediately ask you on a date.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt, like Reiner, would be very nervous with a lot of blushing. He would maintain eye contact however he would end up stuttering a lot and then spitting it out. He would confess to you whilst you two were walking around or hanging out at one’s house.

Porco Galliard: Porco would try to act tough on the outside but would ultimately end up blushing. He would plan to confess at the end of a hangout when he would drop you off at your house. He’s always had a little bit of Tsundere in him and it was surprising that he confessed first.

Colt Grice: Colt would be extremely nervous and would want to do it over text. He would text you his confession and the next time you two were to hangout he would bring you flowers. He would be very nervous but it was a cute nervous.

4. How they would react if somebody hurt you (emotionally/verbally)

Eren Jaeger: Eren would most likely give the person the dirtiest most intimidating look ever. He would quickly remove you from the situation and stare them down as you two walked away. Later he would contact them and tell them off.

Armin Arlert: Armin would try to avoid any conflict with the other person and comfort you as much as possible. Armin would let you vent to let it out if you needed to. Like I said he would try to avoid conflict unless you wanted him to talk to the person.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean immediately take your side. He would step in front of you and tell of the person. Afterwards he would down grade the person who hurt you comparing both of you and how you were so much better.

Connie Springer: Connie would definitely start to go off on the person but then catch himself and try avoid the situation by leaving. He would try to change the subject and try to get you stuff to make you feel better.

Levi Ackerman: Levi would without a doubt make a couple threats. He would raise his voice a little bit as well. He would be angry that somebody would hurt you and quickly tell of the person. You being hurt would bother him the rest of the day and he just wanted you to be safe and happy.

Erwin Smith: Erwin would try to sort out the situation. After he tried he would help comfort you and let you cry on him if needed. Erwin would do whatever you asked to make you feel better.

Reiner Braun: Reiner would get extremely angry almost into a fight. Thoughts of you being hurt pissed him off so much. He would tell you that if anybody tried to hurt you again to tell him and he’ll take care of all of it.

Zeke Jaeger: Zeke would do the same as Levi kinda did. He would just give the person a intimidating scary stare but instead of raising his voice he would talk very calmly. Afterwards he would ask if you were okay and offer to do more about the situation.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt would be very upset that you got hurt and felt badly because he didn’t really know what to do. He would let you vent and let it out and offer to make you food or take you somewhere and just trying to do the bare minimum.

Porco Galliard: Porco would be pissed. He would make you go somewhere else while he went off on the person. He didn’t want anybody hurting you so he would make himself clear with the person by yelling in their face. Later he would still be pissed and would keep asking you if you wanted him to do anything more about it.

Colt Grice: Colt would try to handle the situation calmly and once he caught himself feeling more aggressive, he would exit the situation. He would calm down later and help you feel better by doing anything you asked.

5. Where they would take you on the first date

Eren Jaeger: Eren would want a more private date i feel like. He would want it to be a movie night at one of your houses. He would definitely buy the snacks and choose the movie. He would be very direct and put his arm around you but also respect boundaries.

Armin Arlert: Armin would have a picnic date. He would choose a peaceful quiet spot on a nice day. He would bring your favorite flavor cake along with your favorite fruits. He would hold your hand a lot and constantly admire your beauty.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean would take you out on a dinner date. He would choose a more fancy place but not too fancy. Afterwards he would walk around the city or town with you and just talk and bring you home making sure you’re safe.

Connie Spinger: Connie would take you out on a carnival date. Connie likes all rides except the zero gravity rides and it’s super embarrassing for him. He’d win you a plushie and buy you cotton candy/corn dogs or whatever you would want. Near the end he would offer to go on the ferris wheel for a very romantic ride to see the sunset.

Levi Ackerman: Levi would be very picky with where he would take you and would end up just asking you what you would wanna do. Wherever you would decide to go he would be fine with it. He would occasionally try to put his arm around you or hold your hand as well.

Erwin Smith: Erwin, like Jean, would take you on a romantic dinner date. He would take you to a very fine restaurant and make sure to get the best seat. He would also get the finest food and make sure everything went how you wanted it to go. No doubt, he would get you flowers and make sure they were your favs. He would ALWAYS make sure you get home safe.

Reiner Braun: Reiner is a very active person. Deep down he would wanna go on a gym date but he would come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be a good idea and settle for just a bowling night. Afterwards he would drive you home and made sure you made it inside.

Zeke Jaeger: Zeke would want to make you happy so he would take you on a shopping date. He’d take you to your favorite mall or place to shop and let you pick out things you wanted. He would help hold your bags and also hold your hand.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt would have a videogame date. When you would get to his house he would have a nice room set up with tons of pillows and blankets in front of a TV with two controllers. He would also get snacks and drinks for you. During the date you two would lightly cuddle while playing fighting games, racing games etc. At the end of the date he would ask to see you again and would watch you walk to your car/away.

Porco Galliard: Porco is more of a morning person so I could see him taking you out on a brunch date. He would take you to a cafe and pay for everything not even giving you the chance to offer. Afterwards, he would take you on a walk around town and look at very beautiful nature sights. He would hold your hand and try to act chill and cool but on the inside he was super flustered and in love.

Colt Grice: Colt would take you on a movie theatre date. He would make sure to get the best seats in the back and get a large popcorn for you two to share. Colt would wanna see a horror/thriller movie and get scared when there were jump scares. He was very embarrassed by it but you thought it was funny.

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Thank you so much for reading <3

I’ll be making one of these but for the girls sometime soon !!

//Let me know if I should do another one of the boys !! ^_^\\

#attack on titan #eren jaeger #armin artlert #jean kirschtein #connie springer #levi ackerman #erwin smith #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #zeke jaeger #porco galliard #colt grice #attack on titan headcanons #anime

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oragift · 10 months ago

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The most expensive Waist Chains in the world

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Waist chains, also known as belly chains or hip chains, are a type of jewelry that is worn around the waist or hips. They can be made of various materials, such as gold, silver, platinum, diamonds, pearls, and other precious stones. Ora Gift Waist Chains have been used for centuries in different cultures, such as India, Egypt, Africa, and the Middle East, as a symbol of beauty, femininity, wealth, and status.

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In this blog post, we will take a look at some of the most expensive waist chains ever sold, and what makes them so valuable and unique.

The Majestic - $55 Million

The most expensive waist chain in the world is called "The Majestic", and it belongs to Datuk Seri Dr. Ng Yen Yen, a Malaysian politician and former minister of tourism. He commissioned this stunning piece of jewelry from a local jeweler, DeGem, in 2012, to celebrate his 60th birthday and his achievements in the tourism industry.

The Majestic is made of 18-karat white gold and features 5,742 diamonds, totaling 307 carats. The centerpiece of the waist chain is a 30-carat pear-shaped diamond, surrounded by 12 smaller pear-shaped diamonds. The waist chain also has 11 detachable brooches, each with a different design and theme, such as a peacock, a butterfly, a dragon, and a lotus. The brooches can be worn separately or together, creating a versatile and customizable accessory.

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The Wavegod Chain - $18 Million

The second most expensive waist chain in the world is owned by rapper Flau-Tone, who is known for his extravagant and flashy style. He bought this custom-made waist chain from renowned jeweler Elliot Avianne of Avianne & Co, in 2019, to celebrate his success in the music industry and his signature catchphrase, "Wavegod".

The Wavegod Chain is crafted from 66 troy ounces of 18-karat solid gold and encrusted with over 34 carats of baguette cut white diamonds. The waist chain features a large pendant in the shape of a wave, with the word "Wavegod" spelled out in diamonds. The pendant also has a hidden compartment that can store up to 10 grams of cannabis, which Flau-Tone claims is his secret to staying creative and inspired.

The Wavegod Chain is a statement piece that showcases Flau-Tone's personality and brand. It cost him $18 million, making it the second most expensive waist chain and one of the most expensive chains in the world.

The Heart of the Ocean - $10 Million

The third most expensive waist chain in the world is inspired by the famous necklace from the movie Titanic, which was worn by Kate Winslet's character, Rose. The waist chain version of the Heart of the Ocean was created by jeweler Harry Winston, in 2018, for actress and singer Selena Gomez, who is a fan of the movie and the necklace.

The Heart of the Ocean waist chain is made of platinum and features a 15-carat heart-shaped blue diamond, surrounded by 65 smaller diamonds, totaling 20 carats. The waist chain also has a delicate chain of diamonds that wraps around the waist and hips, adding more sparkle and glamour to the accessory.

The Heart of the Ocean waist chain is a tribute to the iconic movie and the timeless romance between Jack and Rose. It is valued at $10 million, making it the third most expensive waist chain and one of the most expensive pieces of jewelry in the world.

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narlernarler · 2 years ago

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tariqchosenone · 2 years ago

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Cardi B tells women what they need to be beautiful

The most popular female rapper is Cardi B. She has won numerous awards, including a Grammy, and is one of the most successful female rappers of all time.

Cardi B mentions all the things women need to get high quality, wealthy men.

And she mentions all the things men need to buy women and buy for themselves to pull high quality women.

Cardi mentions diamonds more than 3 times in 3+ different songs.

Bodak yellow

Yves Saint Laurent

Red bottoms

Fixed teeth

Rollie

Wraith

Bickenhead

Expensive weave and checks worth racks.

She bad

Birkin bag, Gucci bag, Fendi Bag, Prada bag, Louis bag, Diamond chains, Balenciaga, Perfect posture, Bentley coupe, off-white outfit

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years ago

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cruel, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, previous taehyung x reader

summary: It's cruel, this feeling. How are you supposed to respond to loss of someone that was so perfect, someone that turned life into a romance movie, someone that now had that with someone else? You watch him be happy without you and you should have lied and said that you were happy too. Instead, you told him he was cruel.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; honestly, it's probably not what you think it is; fluff? idk; smut (fem reader, penetrative sex, cowgirl, fingering and f-receiving oral in a dressing room, a lot of making out and staring into each other's eyes); non-idol!AU; long-haired, rapper / music producer!Yoongi, ft ex-boyfriend Kim Taehyung being handsome and perfect

now playing – cruel by the veronicas

How do you know you’re supposed to be with someone?

I always knew when I was with you.

You answered it with such certainty then. Like you really knew. Like he was the light to your dark. Like he was the life to your death. You had made him smile with your words, his unique smile lit up by the harsh rays of the sun, softening the edges of his box-like grin. He was so beautiful then. Striking. Picturesque.

No word was good enough.

You toyed with the vintage teacup. A delicate white with the painting of a green and yellow bird on a sparse, winding branch. The saucer matched. All soft edges and curves. English porcelain. He gifted it to you after returning from one of his many Europe trips.

You tipped the cup onto the edge, holding the handle.

He became more handsome without you.

You relaxed your hand, letting the base of the cup tinker back onto the saucer.

You thought about throwing it into the wall. Shatter that little shit like how it was shattered between you and him. Turn it into shards that matched the slices of light that they used in all those photoshoots, highlighting all his angles, because all angles were good angles for Kim Taehyung.

You stood up.

Placed the teacup back into the glass cabinet and pushed it to the back, behind an orange glass-blown vase.

I always liked you.

Me too.

You closed the cabinet and took a step back.

There was a pair of scissors on the dining room table.

But now I love you.

He had whispered it over candles and linen napkins, in expensive clothes and low light, with dried flowers in his hand and a black velvet box in the other. A solitaire, sparkling diamond on a dainty chain. Dried flowers so you could keep them forever, just like what you two had.

You picked up the scissors. The blades were very sharp. Silver, gleaming in the overhead light. You saw the reflection of the modern, industrial black chandelier in the flat side of the scissors. He wouldn’t like it. Taehyung was much more into the romantic.

You imagined cutting those glossy, long locks off that stunning model he was dating now.

Snip, snip.

You opened and closed the scissors, listening to the egregious friction of metal against metal.

She was really pretty. They suited each other.

You suited him too, back then.

Just not anymore.

Hello. Nice to see you.

That was what he said after everything. Months after, because he had been traveling from fashion week to photoshoot, to who-the-fuck-knows-what. Always busy, that Kim Taehyung.

It’s not that nice to see you.

Those moody dark brown eyes had faltered then, looking away. He treated you like he barely knew you. From hand-in-hand to a stranger in a strange land. You should have lied. You should have put on your best, most dazzling smile and told him that it was great to see him. Show him how fucking fantastic you were doing without him.

Instead, you tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow.

He had lowered his head and looked back up at you with a wan smile.

I treasure all of our memories. I hope one day, you can too.

You had paused.

That was when you knew that you couldn’t be lovers, but even worse, you couldn’t even be friends.

You’re cruel.

That was all you said before you bowed politely and walked away, letting him return to the confused, doll-like face of his new forever, the place you used to stand, the space in his heart you used to occupy. You used to wonder what wedding dress he would like to see you in. Probably white, with floor-length lace and an obscenely long train. Close-fitted to show off your body. Dramatically simple extra-long tulle veil to cover your entire body as you floated down the aisle, holding a waterfalling floral bundle that bordered on ridiculous, but it was all part of the dream.

Taehyung, standing at the end, looking crisp and statuesque compared to your ethereal beauty.

You had looked back to see him tucking a spare strand behind his new girlfriend’s ear and lightly kissing her glowing cheek. He was so handsome like that, with his dark long curls half-swept back and in a relaxed rich brown suit with a low-necked beige shirt underneath.

You had snapped your head away, feeling like you had intruded on a beautiful moment.

As if you witnessing it had somehow made it ugly.

Hey, are you okay?

I’m fine.

In your dining room, you opened the scissors and turned them in your hand so the exposed blades were between your thumb and index.

Stabbed downward.

Dragged it across.

The clear tape on the cardboard box split, a grating hollow sound following. You lifted your hand and closed the scissors, placing them back on your dining room table. Opened the box, finding brown paper packaging.

You used to love Kim Taehyung.

Now everyone was telling you to unlove him.

You reached into the carboard box, but then you stopped. Bit your lip. In your head, Taehyung was grinning at you, dragging you through the park, summertime sun gleaming off the green grass like the scene of a movie. Every day was a movie with Kim Taehyung, with excellent cinematography and hazy lighting reminiscent of old films, a romance for the ages.

The brown paper crumpled in your hand, harsh points digging into your palm.

You used to love the love between you and Kim Taehyung.

You looked down.

Black velvet.

A box.

For a ring.

You opened it.

A silver skull surrounded by a snake.

You took it out and slipped it onto your left middle finger.

The taste of skin.

Right there, on the edge of your tongue. You kissed to the sound of dead leaves falling, held on to the drumbeat of rain, tangled yourself in warm scent during the rapidly cooling nights. Fingertips sliding up your arm, closing in around your elbow, pulling you closer. Close was never close enough. Intense never intense enough. Harder. A waterfall of black softness, shadow. Lips right there, dark from kisses.

Your eyes finding him.

His gaze already on you, open-mouthed smirk bordering on good-natured.

He leaned in, shrouding you in the black waves of his long hair that had become messy and fucked up from your hands.

“Lift your hips.”

So deep.

You gasped. Almost painful was the right amount of pleasure, digging your nails into his sheets and following his rhythm, closing your eyes and letting the sensations take over, breathless with effort, muscles wrung tight with tension, hot and soft and wet and tightening your core, ticking your head back, the taste of Min Yoongi’s skin on the edge of your tongue.

You stood in his bathroom after, putting your silver ring back on your left middle finger, making sure the face of the skull was facing you.

You reflection looked back at you but there wasn’t much to see.

You ran a hand through your hair and decided that was good enough with the casualness of your oversized hoodie. Your straight-leg jeans were somewhere. All black. That was all you wore these days. Everything as black as you could get it, so black that the fabric seemed to suck all light from everything around it.

You turned the light off and went back to Yoongi’s bedroom.

“Are you doing something on Saturday?”

“Why.”

It sounded more like a statement than a question, coming from your mouth.

“Gonna take you to a concert.”

“My interest in frolicking with the masses is lower than your voice,” you replied dryly, picking up the edge of the blanket and sliding under. The owner of the bed was laying down in it, holding his phone with one hand. He did not drop it even as you settled in.

“My voice isn’t that low.”

“Lower than your interest in frolicking in the masses, then.”

He tutted and turned his phone towards you. “That band you were talking about earlier is holding a concert near my place. Saturday, at seven. I like to arrive early, so swing by a couple hours earlier and we’ll grab dinner before going.”

You glanced at him.

At bored, cat-like eyes and fair skin that barely saw the sun, complete with dark circles that explained why.

“You don’t like rock bands.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “And why do you think that?”

You shrugged. “You like hip-hop.”

He chuckled and set a hand behind his head, looking amused. “I’m a rapper, but I create all genres of music. I started with classical piano. I’ve even made tracks for idol groups.” He ticked his head, looking down at you even though he was below you. “Don’t put me in a box.”

You looked down at his phone screen, away from his face.

Date and time.

The picture of the band, smiling and harmonious.

Silence.

“I thought you weren’t listening,” you finally said.

“Of course, I’m listening. You were talking about your interests and music is my life. Why the fuck wouldn’t I listen?”

Your line of sight raised and you stared into Yoongi’s eyes.

He looked back at you, slight frown on his lips.

You didn’t say anything more.

They were even better live than you thought. It was strange, focusing on nothing but the music and the performance. You were glad you attended the concert because a week after a few members of the band announced their departure for military service. You owned a few of their albums and set them out to display on your dresser, placing your printed-out ticket next to it.

A memory.

Now, you were sitting on another person’s bed.

Yoongi was holding your left hand, turning it in his.

“It’s cool.”

Your knee was resting against his.

He let go of your hand.

You stared out his bedroom window, thinking about how the leaves were really turning brown now, falling in blankets that were either crunchy or soggy underfoot depending on the quality of the sky that day. He lived more in the city, out of necessity. Easier to make connections when he was in the vicinity, especially when convenience was the determining factor on whether or not Yoongi wanted the inconvenience of human interaction.

There was a park nearby, but he rarely went.

“You bought it,” you said.

“Mhm.”

That was kind of how conversations went between you and Yoongi.

It was mostly your fault.

You turned your head to the left to face him.

Yoongi barely angled his face to glance at you questioningly.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because you showed it to me. I liked it.” He chuckled, looking down at your silver ring of a skull anchored by a snake. Almost sheepish. Still relaxed though. Always relaxed. Calm and collected, that Min Yoongi. “You are the kind of person who is meant to be yourself.”

Your hand rested onto your thigh.

“What does that mean?”

Those dark brown eyes raised, piercing and cat-like. You had a feeling it wasn’t going to answer. That was how conversations went between you and Yoongi, a back and forth of subtext and eye contact, and then the real questions being asked. Eventually.

“Why did you break up with Taehyung?” that deep, raspy voice asked you.

Hey, are you okay?

I’m fine.

Well, I’m getting out of here. Come on.

You stared at him, at pale-faced Min Yoongi framed by long black hair that cascaded down the left side of his face, a face of refined features that seemed delicate and yet his demeanor was anything but. Chilling sometimes, unbothered most times, observant all of the time.

“I was getting sick of the constant travelling,” you finally answered.

Yoongi raised a dark eyebrow.

You want to get a drink?

I don’t drink.

Then how do you get through a shit time? Sulking?

Fuck off, Yoongi.

He nodded, turning away to look out of his bedroom window.

“Hm.”

It was a very dismissive, hm. It made the moment weird, as if it would be suddenly inappropriate to crawl into his lap and make out with him, which was kind of the whole point of you being here.

Kind of.

You chewed at nothing in the back of your teeth and breathed out.

There was no difference, no matter what questions he asked. Or what he said. Or didn’t say. It just was what it was and nothing more. What was the point of talking about it? There was nothing to talk about. You had sat in a bar with Yoongi as he ordered a drink and drank it while you sat there and brooded in your head. He didn’t even pay attention to you. Had his phone in his hand and sipped his whiskey. The sounds of the bar were all meshing together, music, laughing, conversations, closeness.

You had turned to face him.

Yoongi had looked up from his phone.

The party you had both attended was for a mutual friend. You hadn’t wanted to go, but they were celebrating their engagement and you figured you should at least deliver a congratulations in person. At least some damn flowers. You hadn’t expected to see Taehyung at that hour but, unlike you, he had probably been there the entire time. You had only stopped by for a few minutes. Work and shit. Yoongi had only stopped by for maybe half an hour.

Your knee had been touching his at the bar, your chairs too close.

The sounds of the bar were all meshing together, but you barely heard it. There was a solidness against your knee, and then a fluidity as you leaned in, wanting to see his reaction.

Stopped.

He smelled a little bit like alcohol, but mostly like sharp, fresh cologne.

Yoongi hadn’t moved.

He was just watching you.

“You think I’m pathetic, huh?” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

His head tilted, something intense in his calm gaze.

“Pathetic people don’t think about kissing me,” Yoongi replied.

You searched the ocean within those dark brown orbs, almost black in the shadows of your faces.

“I’m not thinking about it.”

That was what you said.

His lips had curved into an open-mouthed smirk and you had closed the distance.

And now.

Why did you break up with Taehyung?

You could stand up and walk away without saying a word. You could. He wasn’t even looking at you now. You didn’t have to look into his eyes before walking away. Tick. Tock. You breathed in. His scent was everywhere, sharp and fresh. This was his place, lit up orange by golden hour, fiery in the way the sun’s rays caught onto the white duvet and then snuffed out by the black accents and dark wood of the furniture. He said his dad basically ended up picking out most of the pieces. His dad told him his future wife would enjoy this kind of style.

You liked the black-on-black look of Yoongi’s studio more.

Especially the dark gray rug read, KEEP OFF.

You meant to ask him where he got it but, till this day, you hesitated.

You looked away from his things and told Yoongi the truth.

“I broke up with Taehyung because I was beginning to think that I loved the way he loved me more than him actually loving me.”

You stared out of his bedroom window, but instead of seeing skyscrapers and an urban jungle, you saw a hazy scene of a park and summertime sadness. Everything was picture perfect. Nothing out of place. Nothing but the way you felt, the festering feeling of something being wrong about this scene but how could it be wrong when it was so right, when it was just like a movie, you and Kim Taehyung?

“I didn’t want to admit that maybe I fucked up and picked the wrong guy when the guy was perfect.”

Flowers and candlelit dinners.

“He’s not that perfect,” came the raspy murmur beside you.

You still had that diamond necklace.

“He’s perfect for someone.”

“Not you.”

You turned your head and faced Yoongi.

“How do you know?”

He turned his head and faced you.

“I don’t.”

He ticked his chin down to the bed and then flickered his gaze back up.

“Pathetic people don’t think about fucking me, though.”

You stared at him.

“You’re cruel.”

Yoongi smirked, his black hair casting shadows over his eyes and cheek.

“We all are, sometimes.”

I bet you could be cruel if you wanted to.

Your hands on his wrists, gripping tight. Nails into skin.

Why would I want to?

Devouring kisses. His tongue was so strong. You had to fight it. Suck on it and abuse it and he was smiling under your venomous mouth. You shoved his wrists into his own pillow, forcefully, driving your hips down at the same time, abruptly releasing Yoongi’s tongue and hissing right into his mouth, not letting him escape your hot breath.

Life is about balance, you know.

Slow roll of your lower body and you let go of his wrists, sliding your fingertips up his palm and tracing his fingers, inhaling his shuddering exhale. There was no good word to describe his scent. Not his cologne, but him. Not quite warm, for his hands were usually cold. Soft in comparison to the sharp angles of his chin and cheekbones. Comforting for some reason despite his usually distant, cold expression.

Your hands were always warm.

You kept your demeanor razor-sharp, pricking anyone that tried to get too close.

You felt the calluses on the pads of his fingers.

You opened your eyes.

Yoongi smirked, open-mouthed and teasing.

You lifted your head and slid your hands off his, onto the pillows, and then the angle was better, more fulfilling and intense, easier to clench around him and drive his hard cock in deeper, almost in pain but not quite, harder, clawing your nails into his pillows, looking down at him, watching his eyes close and his lustful sigh escape him, smile on his face, not hiding his pleasure, unafraid.

You tilted your head.

Tightened your jaw and all around him.

Fucked him into his bed until you were breathless.

And kept going, anchoring your knees into the mattress, your hands curling into fists and punching into the soft pillows, so focused at each arcing wave of pleasure that you could feel it move through you, the vicious high prickling through your veins and making your muscles scream, crushing tension threatening to push you over the brink, his low moan catching your ear and you looked up, your messy hair covering half of your face.

His own hair was a chaos of black waves that rose as Yoongi lifted his head, lashes lowered, breathing out your name like hot smoke.

Ghost of a sly smile on his seductive lips.

“You get sexier every time we fuck.”

Maybe he was mocking you, but you stared into his eyes and it didn’t feel like that at all.

You sucked in a sharp breath, the dryness of your throat stinging you.

The drop.

It hit you too hard and too fast, stamping the air out of your lungs and leaving you on the edge of ecstasy, your head snapping back and eyes squeezing shut, seeing nothing and feeling everything, throbbing rush of orgasm torrenting through your ribcage and all around him, rigid and hard and alive, and then you heard Yoongi hiss, the immediate fwump of his head hitting the pillow and his wanton moan, his hands shooting up to your hips and digging his fingers into them, pinning you down to his jerking length.

Roughness, harshness, opening your eyes to see Yoongi breathing out, shuddering at the high.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Hard.

“It’s infuriating how handsome your orgasm face is,” you panted.

Yoongi didn’t open his eyes.

His just chuckled, dark and low.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

“Seven billion plus people on this earth,” Yoongi hummed as he sliced the pork belly. “And you want me to believe only one person out there is the one for me?” His hand paused and he raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged.

He ticked his head, pocketing a small scoff in his cheek. “The likelihood of meeting said person is extremely low, not to mention in some cases downright impossible for some due to the cost of travel. What if your soulmate lives across the world? How will be even know without travelling there? And then there’s the cultural, societal, and personal biases that interfere with the very nature of soulmates, for how can you have an open mind about other human beings when you’re too busy being shallow and trying to mold others into an impossible ideal?”

He glanced at you, setting the knife down.

You pushed the bowl of thick-grained sea salt towards him.

Silence.

“You believe?” he asked softly.

You shook your head.

“No.”

His fingers picked up the salt and he rubbed it into the meat generously.

“It’s fine if you do.”

You half-smiled. “I don’t. I think soulmates are an idea created by greedy companies to push society towards heedless consumption of various services to perfect oneself but then those same companies create a paradox by constantly changing the idea of perfection. It’s an endless hamster wheel, and the concept of soulmates is only one spoke of many. And, anyway, isn't the idea of soulmates simply a response to the fear of the unknown? A certainty created by the human condition to console that fear. Someone to believe in. And, as we all know, at the center of believe is a lie.”

More silence.

Yoongi slowly nodded, pensive.

“Then arranged marriage or matchmaking in the previous generation is better?”

“I don’t really believe external influences should have much impact on someone that you are vowing to be committed to.”

“We have responsibilities as sons or daughters, though.”

He turned and washed his hands, body no longer facing you. The profile of a chef. He was good with the knife and he knew how to prep the meat. Practiced and calm.

“My dad told me I should just focus on being happy over anything else.”

Yoongi smiled, pouring oil into the deep pan. “He’s right.”

“He also said I fucked up big when I broke up with Taehyung and that no one will ever love me again.”

“Ah. He was trying to make you feel better.”

You both waited. Minutes passed. The meat was lifted with metal tongs and then placed into the scorching hot oil, gradually searing the outside to a golden brown before Yoongi would eventually remove it and place it onto the grated oven sheet to bake and become crispy pork belly.

“Love dads. They’re great,” you commented dryly.

The head of long hair turned, dark waves wisping over fair-skinned cheekbones and a half-smile.

“You’re not happy right now?”

In an oversized cream t-shirt and black sweatpants, holding a pair of tongs, meat sizzling and popping below Min Yoongi’s amused grin and dark brown orbs that sparkled knowingly.

You felt something.

A little twist of the knife right to the heart. It came and it went, swift and jarring, but you were sure that it was there. Certain that you experienced it, even though there was no evidence left behind.

You stared back.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” was your answer.

Yoongi turned back to the meat, turning it. “It’s a useful skill to have. I should at least know how to make your favorite food.” He shrugged. “Crispy pork belly is easy anyway.”

“I can make it on my own.”

“You might like mine more.”

“I haven’t eaten yours.”

“Hence the events transpiring right here, right now.”

It was pretty good.

You hadn’t made your own recently, so you told him you would have to get back to him of whether or not you liked his more. He said that was fine. His playful smile was a little suspicious though.

You walked past the glass cabinet in your dining room.

You were holding scissors.

Paused.

Opened it and reached to the back, turning the teacup so the bird graphic was visible behind the orange glass blown vase. Pulled your hand back and looked at it. The whole thing, all kinds of delicate trinkets inside the clear glass, various gifts from various points in your life.

History.

You closed the door and went back to your bedroom to cut the tag off so you could get dressed.

“What do you look like when you want to seduce someone?”

You blinked slowly. “What?”

“What,” Min Yoongi repeated calmly, tucking his hands into his black trouser pockets. “Do you look like when you want to seduce someone?”

“What does that have to do with wedding guest attire?”

“Nothing really. I’m just curious.”

You were also wearing black slacks, high-waisted unlike Yoongi’s, and paired with a white crop top and charcoal gray denim jacket two sizes too big. A different vibe compared to his red plaid shirt over a branded white t-shirt. Him, sneakers. You, thick-soled black boots with a zipper down the side so you could get out of them easily when trying on dresses for that wedding you weren’t originally going to until Yoongi mentioned that he needed assistance in picking out clothes since he didn’t really have anything for the same wedding he was also invited to.

You looked over the racks, seeing a black, figure-hugging minidress with extremely thin straps and a mesh overlay.

“Something like that. Simple black heels. With a longline blazer over it, possibly with statement lapels, unique fabric, or some other standout aspect about it.”

Those dark, cat-like eyes went from the dress to you.

“I’ve never seen you wear something like that. Not even when Taehyung brought you around.”

You thought you would feel a sting of pain hearing his name, but, nothing.

“That kind of style would contrast too much with his.”

“So?”

“He is the model.”

Yoongi blinked slowly, staring at you until you felt uncomfortable.

“That dress with the jacket and boots you’re wearing now.”

He ticked his head.

“It’d look good.”

You looked back, holding his gaze for several seconds.

Then you went over to the rack and picked up the black dress.

His eyes told you, see, I told you it would look good.

Yoongi didn’t say anything because he shouldn’t be in the dressing room with you and he most certainly shouldn’t be sliding his hands up your thighs and leaning in to kiss you. Remarkably silent, like two shadows conversing, your bodies meshed into each other, tongue to tongue, breathing into his mouth as his nails dragged across your ass, bunching up the black dress from barely covering you ass to no longer covering it.

You concluded that you should at least buy it after if you were about to defile it like this.

Yoongi slid his tongue into your mouth and smiled against your lips as you sucked on it, hard.

Turned his hand and slid it between your legs, his shoulder pinning your body into the wall, the mirror behind him reflecting his back and part of your face shrouded by his long black hair.

“What?”

“Come in with me.”

Raised eyebrows. “Hah?”

“Are you scared you’ll be too loud and give us away, Yoongi?”

Narrowed eyes, taking on your challenge.

So far, so good. The loudest noise was his fingers sliding into your wet pussy and going in and out.

Your gaze flickered from the mirror to his face, warning him.

He switched tactics and rubbed your clit instead.

You let go of his tongue and clenched your teeth, the buckling weight of sensitivity threatening, but he stifled any sound you could have made with his lips. Darkness, your eyes squeezed shut, tensing up at the constant, steady rubbing. It would have been unbearable if Yoongi started with too fast of a pace, but he didn’t, slowly building the inescapable pressure into shivering pleasure, his other hand against the wall to anchor your bodies, your breath getting thin, your hips moving with his hand, the dress that you hadn’t purchased yet scrunched up at your waist, slickness clinging to your inner thighs, sweet scent of sex rising between you and him.

He exhaled into your mouth, hot and hazy.

Following his fingers, intensifying the rhythm with your hips pushing back against his strength.

Silent moan into his throat, your eyes opening slightly and his too, connected under the shadow of lashes.

Closer.

The music in the store was very loud but you heard nothing, only the quiet labored breathing between you and Yoongi, strands of his hair brushing against your cheek, electricity stinging over your skin, pleasure and excitement.

Your head tipped back and his followed.

Your eyes closed again.

His lips leaving yours, and yet no sound leaving your throat, your resolve caging it all in.

“Cum for me,” he whispered under his breath, barely audible.

You bit your lip and sucked in a tight breath, tension from jaw to thighs, and then your hips bucked against his insistent fingers, legs shaking and gripping his wrist, the wicked flinch of orgasm radiating through you and followed by rough, rippling pulses, cum sliding down your inner thighs and his hand.

Mute bliss.

The dressing room was pretty small.

Yoongi let your ride the throbbing high until you stilled.

Then he kneeled down and lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, hot tongue to hotter wetness, and your hand automatically grabbed his head, sinking your fingers into his soft hair, chewing on your lip to avoid making any noise as he licked you off and you rode his face.

You pushed those black waves back, looking down.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, cocky expression solely in his eyes.

You bought the dress.

The initial mission was not completed, but the executive decision was made to not give a fuck.

“You don’t like this kind of stuff?”

For the first time, those cat-like eyes faltered and glanced down at the intricately plated steak placed on a specialty cutting board with a raw edge, accompanied by a wine glass, well-designed silverware, pale gray linen napkins and white sateen Egyptian cotton tablecloth.

He hesitated, which was very unlike Min Yoongi.

Then he looked up and didn’t answer your question.

“I’m not Kim Taehyung and I will never be.”

Over candlelight, you gazed back at him.

“I know. That’s why I was the one to invite you to this restaurant instead of you bringing me here.”

Yoongi tilted his head, and he was very much himself once more. Discerning, reading your body language, taking in the details of your outfit. The longline blazer with the black satin lapels and red brocade. Your hair swept to the side. Striking smoked-out eye makeup with red stained lips. Silver ring of a skull and a snake on your left middle finger.

Tiny, tight, black minidress with a mesh overlay underneath.

“I heard you have expensive taste,” you hummed.

His chin ticked downward and a flash of sheepishness came and went through his expression.

“Calling me out, huh.”

“You can have whatever you want if you’re ambitious enough.”

Those eyes darted to yours and he smiled.

That smile meant something.

As if it was asking you, are you?

“I will admit, these restaurants modelled after Western high class is slightly pretentious,” he commented, keeping his tone light.

“It’s accurate, then.”

And now Yoongi laughed.

Not loud, because he never laughed loudly. A little raspy, as if he was not used to it, almost exasperated but amused at the same time, the kind of laugh that made his cheekbones puff up and his eyes crinkle, flash of pink gums and white teeth in his smile.

You smiled back.

You thought it would feel weird, but mostly it felt right.

You wondered if you would count the seconds, minutes, days, months.

You wondered if it would feel weird.

You wondered if you had made a mistake.

You stood in your dining room, leaning against the table, thinking about it. The songs he used to play for you, you didn’t listen to anymore. The parks you used to frequent with him, you didn’t visit anymore. The flowers you both used to stop and appreciate, you walked past now, ignoring them.

You used to stare at Taehyung for hours, because he was so beautiful.

And now you even didn’t think of him until you walked in this room.

You raised your head.

In front of you the glass cabinet, and your reflection.

It would have been more romantic if you were wretched, maybe. In a large t-shirt you had taken from him, with tears down your face, glittering in the overhead light, slowly sinking to floor, into the shadows of your dining table and chairs, and, in your windows, twilight slipping into the darkness of night as you thought of him.

Instead, it was a cloudy afternoon and you were wearing a black velvet shirtdress with a waist tie and Min Yoongi’s borrowed leather jacket that you used last time when you came home late.

You wondered if you were supposed to have a longer period of mourning.

You wondered.

You wondered if you were supposed to lurk Taehyung’s Instagram to see what he was up to lately.

You reached up and opened the glass cabinet.

Pulled the teacup forward so it was visible, in front of the orange glass-blown vase. The small bird and the leaves gleaming against white porcelain, reminding you of Yoongi’s skin after he showered, droplets clinging to his cheekbone and jaw, his wet black hair pushed back as he leaned in, smile on his lips when they touched yours.

You felt guilty for not feeling strongly about it all.

That was strange, wasn’t it? Wasn’t there supposed to be a moment when you were looking back fondly on the memories, reminiscing about that past romance, that first love that you were sure of now? You knew people treasured those moments. Not just in movies, but in real life too. You heard the stories of friends lamenting beside you, daydreaming about what it was like back then, even those in complete and fulfilling relationships.

Drunk on nostalgia.

You adjusted the teacup so it was perfectly in the center of the saucer.

There it was, displayed at the center of the cabinet.

Expensive, beautiful, and unused.

Forgotten until you saw it again.

You closed the door.

“What are you watching?” Yoongi asked as he approached.

You were standing at the bus stop, waiting for him. You plucked out one of your earbuds.

“UFC.”

He blinked slowly. “Hah?”

“You mentioned it the other day and I was reminded that it’s been a while since I’ve kept up with it.” You pocketed your electronics, sliding them into your bag and zipping it shut. “I watched all the high profile matches when I was in high school.”

His eyebrows raised. “Your parents paid for pay-per-view?”

“I knew my way around the internet.”

He snickered. “Tsk tsk.”

“Come on. This is our bus.”

You held his hand.

You felt his head shift. He looked down and then up. Silence, except for the sounds of the street, the loud chatter of patrons, and the sizzle of hot oil inside the street stall. Orders were being called out in a firm, clear voice. Kids laughed and crowded around, small hands grasping paper cups and long sticks of rice cake and sausage drenched in savory red sauce.

You held Min Yoongi’s cold hand and warmed it with yours, waiting patiently.

“I used to come here as a kid,” you chuckled. “With my friends, counting up our allowance, and then annoying the cashier with too many coins.” You pointed across the street. “There used to be an arcade there, facing the market. I bet the workers got tired of wiping up after our sticky hands.”

He squeezed your hand.

Your heartbeat fluttered in your chest.

You turned your head and saw Yoongi glancing over to where you gestured.

He was smiling, somewhat ruefully and in agreement.

“Back in the day, huh.”

“What, were you one of those cram school kids?”

His head turned and the cool breeze caught the edges of his black hair, curling it against his cheek, his stark profile contrasting the grey sky and dead leaves scattered on worn asphalt, wearing a black bomber jacket with white dragons on it, dark grey sweatshirt under, black slacks, and monochrome sneakers.

Yoongi gave you a look, raised eyebrow and pursed lips, wordlessly asking, are you serious?

“No, I was playing basketball and making music instead of doing homework.”

You hummed. “Can safely say your hobbies became more indicative of your future than mine. All of my arcade tricks of jiggling the controls have not become applicable skills for adulthood.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked, almost innocently.

Almost.

You narrowed your eyes at him and the employee called your name, letting you know your deep-fried swirly potato-on-a-stick was ready.

His long hair was getting all over his face.

“Why didn’t you wear a beanie?”

Yoongi shrugged.

“You like when my hair gets messy.”

You dragged his hair over his face and sank your fingers into it, thrusting your hips up and tipping your head back, shocking pleasure rippling through your tense muscles, succumbing to the intoxicating high, breathing out, hot exhale and smoldering lust.

Yoongi clenched the right side of his jaw and stared down at you, the tendons on his neck standing out.

He was trying to resist it.

Your tongue slowly traced your open lips, ending with a smirk.

His torso shivered against your thighs, pushing his hips forward, deeper, wet and tight and pulsing, all around, suffocating salient sensation that drove him insane, or at least he looked the part, harder, his hair cascading down over his eyes and his cheeks, open mouth, heavy pants, following the rhythm of your body, the muscles of his shoulders trembling, closer, finding his dark eyes in the shadows of those strands, daring you to look away.

You didn’t.

You felt him.

The high so high, the air so electric, and you didn’t look away, lifting your hips to meet his in a loud smack, clenching around his twitching cock, the ecstasy of orgasm prickling all over your nerves, his name and your name mixing in husky whispers, breathless from the intensity.

Yoongi pushed back his hair, exhaling hard.

His forehead leaned against yours.

“Hah… You have a surprising amount of power in that sexy body of yours…”

“No, you.”

He laughed gruffly at your quick response, tickling your chin with his breath.

“I’m tired,” you declared.

He was so close that you could count his eyelashes.

“Then stay here.”

You stared into his eyes.

You never stayed before. Eventually, when there was no more to do, you went home. The same apartment. The same furnishings. The same routine that was becoming so mundane, so brainless, so pointless, because what was the point of experiencing life’s small comforts on your own when next time, next time, you could…

You didn’t say anything.

You bent your arm and reached over to above your shoulder, finding his hand and wrapping your fingers around it.

It was so simple.

“Don’t regret it,” you whispered, squeezing his hand.

He raised an eyebrow. You felt it more than saw it.

“I thought it was obvious?”

“We should… at least say it once.”

It would be said more than once. Many times.

The first time was just the one to start off forever. You didn’t wait for him.

“I love you.”

Yoongi lifted his head so you could see him say it. He didn’t hesitate.

“I love you. I mean it.”

Red lips.

Red dress.

Dark red, high collar, billowy long sleeves, backless. The fabric clung to your hips, accompanying high side slit to expose a flash of leg. Hair swept to the side with long dangling earrings, red gems in a teardrop shape.

Silver ring of a skull surrounded by a snake on your left middle finger.

Min Yoongi rested his arm around your waist, his hand loosely on your hip.

Dark red shirt with a notched collar, black slacks, and his keys with the white tag keyring jangling on his belt loop. He carried his blazer over his shoulder, somewhat surprised that it was warm in the venue, but that was probably due to the number of people crowded in there, everyone busy congratulating the newlyweds.

You saw Kim Taehyung.

In a dark teal three-piece suit, standing next to his girlfriend wearing a forest green dress that suited her long hair and elegant figure. He spotted you and your eyes connected.

He almost looked away.

You smiled and nodded.

Taehyung paused, and then he smiled back.

“You want to say hi?”

“No.”

“Hm, I was looking forward to you telling him how much better I am at fucking.”

You almost snorted.

“I can’t say something like that at a wedding, Yoongi.”

“You can. I believe in you know the exact Korean words to express your satisfaction.”

You didn’t even bother giving him the side-eye this time.

“You’re cruel.”

“We all are, sometimes.”

“I’m about to be cruel to you in this dress.”

“Oh, good. I was beginning to lose hope.”

You smirked, turning your head, and Yoongi smirked back, open-mouthed and playful, yours, and you had wondered, how would I know, but you just knew, and how you knew was over time, over touches, over conversation, over moments that you thought meant nothing but, actually, they were all scenes of a movie that only you and Min Yoongi could make.

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Yandere BTS - Profile

❝💜— lady l: Hi, first time posting here! I wrote the yandere BTS profiles and I liked the result, but as English is not my first language it can count mistakes. Feel free to correct me at any time. Remember, it's just fiction and I believe no member of BTS is like that in real life. Good reading <3

❝💜 tw: yandere themes in general, such as murder, mention of murder, torture and implicit cannibalism. If you are sensitive to some of these things, I recommend not reading.

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SADIST

Jin absolutely loves seeing you crying and screaming in pain. Yours screams are music to Seokjin's ears.

"I want to hear you crying, princess/prince."

Kim owns one of the most famous restaurant chains in Korea. His perfect match has to love food as much as he does, even if some dishes are... suspicious. His darling should eat and just say thank you, like a good lady/gentleman.

Jin, in addition to being sadistic, is extremely traditional. He wants you to become his wife/husband and have his heirs. Whether adopted or biological. This man wants to see you indoors raising your children. He wants a male heir so he can inherit his restaurant chain.

He's a dangerous yandere, but he's not possessive. You see, if Jin is with his sweetheart it's because he trusts them and knows he wouldn't betray him. If his sweetheart dared to flirt with anyone, Jin would make them regret it. He will make sure of it.

Jin is not a bad yandere to be stuck with, just be his doll and listen to him and everything will be fine. He would hardly stalk you, as he believes it is not necessary. He wants to be your prince charming, but only if you deserve it.

"Awww my baby is screaming again... Scream some more, I love those sounds you make princess/prince."

Kinks: dacriphilia, sadism.

Nicknames: Princess/Prince.

OVERPROTECTIVE

Yoongi is extremely protective and paranoid. Just the thought of you getting hurt is enough to drive him crazy.

"I'm keeping you at home for your own protection, Y/N-ah."

Yoongi fears for your life at all times of the day. From the very moment he wakes up to bedtime, he's always thinking of the ways you could get hurt if you leave the house. He's more likely to kidnap you, but in Yoongi's case, it's just to protect you. After all, there are so many bad people out there, he just wants to keep you safe in his arms. Yoongi is an extremely famous and successful rapper, so don't expect to receive anything but the most expensive for his love.

In addition to being a protective yandere, Yoongi is also very jealous. He says you shouldn't leave the house for his protection, but it's not just that, it's because he doesn't want you to talk to anyone else but him.

Getting stuck with Min Yoongi isn't all bad, as he is protective and would never hurt you, at least not intentionally. The only thing you need to do is stay home and love Yoongi, because if you do, he will take care of you very well.

"I know you wanted to go see that movie at the cinema, Y/N-ah, but it's dangerous to go out. Let's watch it here at home and cuddle, huh?"

Kinks: hybristophilia, pictophilia

Nicknames: Y/N-ah, Baby.

DELIRIOUS

Hoseok wants to be your sun, your reason to smile every day. Your smile is the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen in his life and your laugh the most beautiful sound.

"Come on, Y/N, smile for me. I just want to see you smiling, sunshine."

Jung is very delusional and obsessive, his day starts with you and ends with you. His entire world consists of just you and him together, alone. You didn't know who Jung Hoseok was until one day you caught him sneaking pictures of you. It was at that moment that you spoke to him for the first time and Hoseok felt like he had won the lottery. In a way he won, but the prize was much better. It was you. His sun.

He's a stalker, he knows everything about you, from the neighborhood you grew up in to every mole on your body. There's nothing Hoseok doesn't know about you. Don't even try to hide anything from him, this man can read you like a book.

You were the reason he went mad, the reason he started killing. And he will get rid of anyone who dares to try to separate his soulmate from him. He is a professional dancer and wants you to follow the same profession as him as you are soulmates.

Jung is very smart. Don't think for a second that just because he's delusional that he's stupid, quite the opposite. Never try to deceive him, this man loves you more than anything in the universe, puts you above anyone else, but never try to make a fool of him or cheat on him. He's more than willing to kill you. So be very careful with him.

"I told you to smile, sunshine. Why aren't you smiling? Do I have to skin that friend of yours alive for you to smile for me?"

Kinks: Voyeurism.

Nicknames: sunshine, hope.

MANIPULATOR

Namjoon is the very definition of calculating and meticulous. This man has his whole life calculated, from when you will fall in love for him and how you will both die together.

"Oh, you can't do that, baby girl. It's not in our schedule that you're going to work today. But if you want to go so bad, say goodbye to the planned outing with your friends this weekend."

You've probably heard of Kim Namjoon. The famous police chief renowned and adored by all Seoul citizens. But you never knew how obsessed he was with you. How could you? He never even interacted with you, the new police detective.

Just as he had planned, you fell in love with him the way he wanted. You saw him as your hero and he knew it. Namjoon wanted you to idolize him because only that way he would have the guarantee of your loyalty and total devotion to him. And that's exactly what he got.

Kim Namjoon is the smartest man you've ever met and that's the x of the matter. He is manipulative in the extreme and you would never suspect him. Namjoon, if he ever felt threatened by anyone close to you, would make your head, convince you to walk away from that person. They wasn't worth it, he'll tell you. And you would never question him, after all, your boyfriend knows what's best for you.

And the best thing for you is to stay by his side, with him taking care of you.

"I just don't trust your friends, baby girl. They don't like me and are trying to turn you against me. Well, is it working?"

Kinks: daddykink, spanking.

Nicknames: baby girl, little girl.

OBSESSIVE

You are the reason why Park Jimin is alive. You are his muse and he is the artist who would paint you until he lost his fingers. He lives for you, breathes for you, and would die for you.

"Jagiya, p-please don't go out with your family today! Let's cuddle up and watch dramas. I want to hold you until you stop breathing."

Park Jimin. Everyone knows him as the shy and adorable singer, everyone loves him. Except you. Y/N L/N, the young journalist who was nominated to interview him. You didn't want to do that, you weren't even his fan to begin with. But you had no choice, you had to do this to still be employed and it was your biggest mistake.

Jimin is a hopeless romantic, he fell in love with you at first sight! When he saw you dressed in a simple and elegant white dress he melted, you were just perfect! He had never felt this way about anyone before and he want more, wanted to keep feeling the butterflies in his stomach that he felt just of thinking about you.

Jimin would write all kinds of songs about you, you had become his muse and he would dedicate your voice just for you.

When Jimin found out that you didn't love him like he loved you, he was devastated. How could you not love him? He was handsome, rich, kind and romantic! So why didn't you love him? Jimin didn't accept that, so he kidnapped you. If you couldn't love him willingly then it would be by force.

He is absolutely clingy, rarely leaving your side. Jimin just wants to make you love him and the best way is to stay by your side. He doesn't care about anything else but you. Eventually everything will be neglected, his career, friends, family, fans. He wants to show you that he's willing to give up everything to have your love.

Jimin is very jealous. Your attention should only be on him and if it isn't, get ready for a tantrum. He's submissive and a masochist, he wants you to hit you. He wants to be punished and hurt because he believes pain is one of his ways to prove his love.

Park Jimin is not a dangerous yandere for you, but for himself. He'd kill himself for you if that's what you wanted, but not before he's murder all your friends and family.

"Y/N-sshi, why don't you love me? I-I'll do anything! Just say it and I'll do it, because I love you more than anything and I'm willing to do absolutely anything for you."

Kinks: masochism.

Nicknames: jagiya, Y/N-sshi.

DEVOTEE

Taehyung is completely devoted and loyal to you. You are his Goddess/God and he is your most faithful follower. No one can compete with this man's devotion to you and it's not like he's going to let someone steal his place.

"My Goddess/God, are you looking for your ring? Oh, it was so beautiful! I'm sorry you missed it..."

Kim Taehyung was the quiet and shy student in your classroom, you never spoke to him until the biology teacher put you together on a job. And that job changed Kim's whole life.

He hadn't noticed you either, he was the nerd everyone ignored. Doesn't matter how handsome he is, no one ever paid any attention to him, until Y/N L/N was put to work with him.

You were so kind and smart! Taehyung was stunned to meet you, you looked like a goddess/god while explaining about cells. Until Taehyung's mom came in and asked if you guys wanted a drink, the light from the window brightening your beautiful face giving you an angelic look, from Kim's perspective, that's when he realized you were a Goddess/God.

He is very delusional too, he believes that you are a superior being and that you should be adored and protected and he, your faithful follower, will never let you down.

Taehyung is a very dangerous yandere. His devotion mixed with his possessiveness represents a great danger to the people around him. But not to you, never to you. How could he hurt a deity?

He fears to contaminate you, you are such a pure and innocent being, how could he tarnish your honor? Hardly Taehyung would touch you impurely, even if you were married.

Taehyung just wants to serve you and adore you. As long as you allow him to, he will be your best friend, servant and, if you can convince him to touch you, lover.

"How dare this scum disrespect my Goddess/God? For my Savior's sake, I must rid the world of this plague so that Y/N-ss will bring salvation to the world. My Goddess/God will be grateful."

Kinks: adoration, breeding kink.

Nicknames: Goddess/God, Y/N-ss.

POSSESSIVE

Jungkook is a jealous and possessive madman. He is jealous of anyone, anything, whether alive or not, that touches or has your attention.

"I swear I'm going to kill that bastard! How dare he look at you?! Fuck, I'm going to rip his eyes out!"

Honestly, Jeon Jungkook is a possessive yandere with anger issues. He is willing to beat and kill anyone who breathes in your way. It won't be hard for him to get away with all his crimes, he's the son of the mob boss. So believe me, he won't get caught anytime soon, if he ever gets caught.

You two met through mutual friends. Yugyeom is your best friend and one of Jeon's closest friends. After you left to go to a party, Yugyeom introduced you to Jungkook and he was completely stunned by you. He didn't know why you made him feel so... in love, but he had fixed his wandering eyes on you and Jungkook wasn't let you go anywhere.

Jungkook would have you anyway, no matter who he had to get rid of in order to be with you. Hell, he'd kill even his own father if he got in your way. If he has to kidnap you, then so be it, but he would rather you love him willingly, but that doesn't mean that if he has to force you he won't do. Jeon is a very intense yandere, his emotions are much stronger, which makes him the most dangerous of them all. If he is angry, you will be his way of venting it. A jealous Jungkook is worse than an angry one. He becomes enraged, mad and will kill anyone who stands in front of him, beside from the person who made him jealous. It doesn't matter if he was jealous of your father, for example, he will kill him. You can be sure of that. Jungkook is so possessive that he feels jealous if you are alone in a room.

Getting stuck with a Jungkook would be the worst thing that could happen to you. Once he has laid eyes on you, there is no going back. He will isolate you from everyone so that he will be the only one to love you. Because of your mafia connections, you will never be able to escape him. You belonged to Jeon Jungkook and would remain so even after death.

''I've warned you countless times what would happen if you got back in touch with your family and yet you ignored all my warnings, noona/hyung. Well, now you're going to see what happens when you don't listen to me. Don't start crying, because if you cry, their death will be more painful.''

Kinks: sadomasochism.

Nicknames: noona/hyung, bunny.

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they-dont-get-my-back · 3 years ago

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All right! I’ll send a few names in, the ones I remember and learned while watching NCT world 2.0

It’s going to be randomly, and it’s completely okay if you have less to say about some members 😊

Taeil, Yuta, Johnny, Taeyong.

Quick fact: Taeil was the first name I remembered because it sounded so cool.

The first four I want to know about, I’ll send in next few names in a separate ask.

I also hope I’m not bothering too much

So you've chosen... the hyung line 😎 Let's start with~~

T to the A to the E to the YONG

-> the leader of NCT 127 and NCT as a whole -> main rapper, main dancer (and always has a lot of suggestions regarding their choreographies), songwriter (he co-wrote or participated in writing lyrics for a lot of NCT songs) -> also a member of SM's super band SuperM -> most importantly though he's released several solo projects like the single Long Flight (under SM) and a mini-album worth of songs on his personal SoundCloud account (definitely check it out, he collaborated with EXO's Baekhyun and Red Velvet's Seulgi!) -> will be participating in a dance show Street Woman Fighter (alongside Kang Daniel, Boa, Jessi and more!) -> on stage he's in charge of the tough, the sexy, the bad and the growl, but in reality he is a shy fluff ball

-> sucker for expensive brand clothes (witness this on his Insta) -> lover of animals in all shapes and colours, from bugs to fish to dogs (witness this here) -> in love with sweet potatoes, Spongebob, videogames and Baekhyun -> has couple rings with Doyoung, because they are very very close -> is very creative, likes drawing or re-decorating while listening to chill jazz music or soundtracks -> likes to keep everything clean

Master Chef MOON TAEIL lezgedit

-> main main vocalist of NCT 127 (yes, the double main is intentional) -> you've heard the MAMA's performance, you know what this man can do, but if you're still not convinced, listen to Simon Says, Kick It, Chain or Coming Home (which is a lovely display of 127's supreme vocals) -> actually, check his covers, solos or collabs -> is a perfectionist while recording, will re-record every note up to the point where he loses his voice and then he still isn't satisfied -> has trouble shooting MVs cause he can't stop laughing -> is praised by everyone in the music industry for his vocals -> literally evereyone on this planet is waiting for his solo album (I'm looking at you, SM)

-> the oldest member of NCT, but acts as a maknae -> in charge of funny without trying, because most of the time he has no clue what's going on and says and does completely random things -> does aegyo once in a blue moon, but every time he does it, the Earth shakes in its core -> likes Stevie Wonder, EDM music and is generally the chillest NCT member (witness this here) -> not good with technology, it was only recently he discovered he can actually read fans' replies on Bubble :))))))) -> despite being sworn enemies with social media, he set up an Insta and broke the record for reaching one million followers under an hour -> Haechan's favourite toy hyung (witness their chemistry here) -> said to be sleepwalking -> loves working out and has a special power move called Taeil's butterfly, his abs are yet to be revealed -> rommate with Yuta and together they live in their own mess and filth :)))) -> has his own cooking segment -> I love him

And I'm JOHNNY SUH

-> main dancer, rapper (listen to Misfit, Dancing in the Rain or Work It) -> came to Korea all the way from Chicago -> joined SM in 2008 and trained with EXO members but eventually ended up in NCT -> had a radio segment with Jaehyun called "NCT's night night!" -> loves performing, loves attention, loves showing off -> likes DJing and did a house party once with Mark -> produced and/or filmed Mark's QTAH and Doyoung's cover

-> loves taking pictures (especially with analog cameras), calls it "Johntography" and sometimes share it oh his Insta! -> has a tremendously popular segment called Johnny's Communication Center that's been running for almost THREE YEARS -> a sweetheart with abs and lots of tattoos -> don't make fun of him though, he'll glare you to death -> an only child and mama's boy

Oppa NAKAMOTO YUTA is here

-> main dancer, vocalist -> Japanese Osaka's prince with a healing smile -> used to play soccer professionaly -> loves TVXQ and it was them who made him want to become an idol, check out his cover here -> in charge of the bad and the dominant, unless he smiles -> recently did a lovely colab for Tom Ford -> has his own radio show Yuta at Home with various guests!

-> the biggest WinWin enthusiast (actually shares this passion with Taeil) -> loves experimenting with styles, colours, accessories -> paints his nails, wears earrings regularly -> likes jrock, especially Hyde, L'Arc~en~Ciel -> shares pics of various behind the scenes on his Insta! -> loves drawing and reading, overall a very creative person (witness this here) -> has sensitive hearing and can be waken up easily, so Taeil has to be extra careful around him when he sleeps

That's... that's it! Phew! Hope it helps, hehe. I didn't want to get into the boring details like "he first debuted in blah blah", I felt like saying some interesting info about them instead :) Thank you for your ask, I had fun answering it, you are not bothering me at all ^^

#I am exhausted :))))))#I tried to cover as much relevant or interesting info as possible #I'm still kinda new too so eheh #these are members I actually kinda love but can you tell which memer do I love the most haha :))))#is it that obvious :))))))#I'll do the second ask tomorrow! thank you for this it's such fun actually I love it <3 #asks #NCT #NCT 127 #Taeyong #Lee Taeyong #Taeil #Moon Taeil #Yuta #Nakamoto Yuta #Johnny Suh

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harringtonstudios · 5 years ago

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dusky pink.

plot: you’re called in for an emergency photoshoot, not really knowing what to expect, things can surprise you. part 2!

A/N: holy moly this is the most i’ve written! glad i got back in a mood. this is for the anon that asked about a model!au earlier, i hope you like it.

taglist: @iamdorka @no-shxt-sherl @bakerkells @findingmyth @rosegoldrichie

When you had gotten an emergency casting call from Galore Magazine, you hadn’t expected all this. YBeing an established model, you were known for your unique photoshoots and uprising through runway walks. You had been in the industry for almost a full year now, feeling like a veteran when you were constantly being booked by different agencies.

Galore Magazine was one of your first employers. They had allowed you to explore your creative side while posing for the camera, launching what the industry called your “brand.” You had developed a strong, personal relationship with the executive assistant of the magazine, and she would always offer you jobs when you felt like you needed something to do in order to keep busy.

The phone call came in at 3am, disrupting a night out. You had immediately picked up, walking to the outside of a club after seeing her name flash on the screen. Within minutes, in a slightly tipsy haze, you had agreed to a two-day long shoot, confirming that you would be able to fly out in a few hours.

The alcohol had settled into your bloodstream when you rushed to your apartment, throwing clothes into a duffel bag. The flight you were supposed to be on was scheduled to leave soon, and you knew that check-ins were going to be a bitch, so you grabbed a bagel from the 24/7 corner deli before setting off to get to the airport.

It was only after you had settled into the airplane seat that you realized you weren’t exactly sure what you had said yes to. The alcohol from last night had drained out, leaving you with a pounding headache and you grimaced as the plane started lifting off. Pulling out your phone, you texted the editor of Galore, shamelessly asking what you had signed up for the night before.

There were a few emojis exchanged and then finally, you got the creative plan for the shoot. It was supposed to be a Romeo-and-Juliet aesthetic, inspired by the 90s Leonardo DiCaprio version. You grinned, remembering how fully obsessed you were with that movie in your teenage years. The vibes had always seemed so beautiful, popping shadows and gold chains, it was something you were eager to emulate.

As you read through the notes, you realized that they had a rapper coming in to play as Romeo. This threw you off, there was a certain way you modeled and when collaborating with others, you liked to be prepared beforehand. It wasn’t anything bad necessarily, you just liked to know your partners so that you could tweak your methods to their needs better. You took a breath before opening up Google to search up “Machine Gun Kelly.”

There were a shit-ton of articles to sort through, mostly relating to his new album release, “bloom.” Scrolling through the different new posts, you bit your lip. He seemed nice enough,a few things catching your eye straight off the bat. The tattoos that lined his skin were amazing, creating a tinge of jealousy as you looked at all of them. Tattoos were your weakness, having about ten smaller ones yourself. This was going to be interesting.

Landing at the airport, you caught a Lyft straight to the set. Since this was an emergency fill-in, you didn’t have time to do much else, sighing as the Galore studio came into view. You loved being in California, the sun shining down on you, cobbled streets, lazing living and you really wanted to enjoy all of it.

Right away, the front desk assistant shuffled you off to the hair and make-up room. The team had a very specific vision to execute and you smiled as their creation came to life. Putting on a natural, dewy look, you sat up straight, trying to make this process as easy as possible for everyone.

Picking up tweezers, they aligned gems under your eyes, making the color pop. Lightly dusting some shimmery powder on your cheek, they moved on to your hair. Straightening it, they applied some sleeking oils before tying it back a little. All of a sudden, one of the top makeup executives came rushing in, holding a swatch of eyeshadow.

“Put this on her! And make sure her lip color matches. Let’s go, hurry it up,” he clapped, throwing the palate to the artist working on you. You shut your eyes, letting fingers run over your eyelids. The color was a dusky pink and as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt good.

Applying some Vaseline on your lips before the pink gloss, you pursed your mouth together, blowing a kiss at the mirror. Glancing up, you caught the eye of someone standing behind you.

Turning around, you looked up to see none other than Machine Gun Kelly, leaning against the doorway. His makeup seemed to be already done, matching the glow of yours. His hair was done up, looking soft and sharp at the same time. There was a scar on his cheek, cut open and you saw the eyeshadow shade splotched around it, creating dusky pink on top of his cheekbone. He was smiling at you and you felt a blush start to rise on your cheeks.

“Promise I’m not that cocky. Ever,” you muttered, trying to avoid his warm gaze.

“Cockiness is sexy,” he laughed, leaning over to reach out a hand, “I’m Kells.”

“Y/N,” you responded, giving him a loose handshake.

“Oh c’mon, I know you can shake harder than that,” he grinned, gripping the tips of your fingers in his hand.

“I mean, I could. But why would I want to?” you responded cheekily. Raising his eyebrows, he smirked, dropping your hand.

“HEY YOU TWO! GET INTO COSTUME,” the executive assistant shouted as she passed by. Walking behind you, she leaned in to whisper, “Looks like someone’s getting along,” before going on her way. Feeling the blush climb just a little higher, you got up off the chair.

“Costumes that way,” you murmured, pointing down the hall as Kells followed behind you.

“So, you know a lot about Galore?” he asked and you smiled thinking of all the memories you had in these very rooms.

“Yeah, they gave me my first big break yanno? I’ve been eternally indebted to them since,” you explained, letting your fingers trail over the walls covered in autographs.

“Wow, big ups to you. Most people forget where they come from, glad to see you sticking to your roots,” he spoke as you turned into the room.

“Mhm,” you whispered, immediately getting distracted by the racks that hung around the room. Colors popped out from every corner, complementing the golden shades on your faces. Reaching out to touch one of the satin shirts, you felt Kells nudge your elbow from behind.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to touch those,” he murmured, nodding to the sign that the costume designer had hung up.

“They’re beautiful, I have to. Fuck the rules,” you muttered, picking up one of the hangers off the rack.

He gave you a look before mumbling, “That’s what I like to hear,” and then both of you were grabbing hangers, pulling clothes off of the racks.

“Where do we change?” he asked, hands bunching up the expensive silky shirts. You knew the changing stations were next door, but you didn’t want to really walk over.

Looking up at Kells, you smirked before going, “Right here?”

“Oh? Don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, throwing the shirts on one of the chairs in the room. Reaching to pull over his white t-shirt, he laughed, seeing your gaze on his bare torso.

“Sorry, I um, haven’t seen so many tattoos on somebody,” you stuttered out, hands itching to reach across and touch.

“I think that’s what they all say,” he said, running his tongue against his teeth.

“Shut up, get naked,” you scoffed, turning around to hide the red of your cheeks.

Pulling off your top, you reached for the first shirt you had grabbed, a deep blue button down. It wasn’t meant for you, reaching down to the tops of your thighs as you closed one of the lower buttons. The shoot was going to be in lingerie anyway, and you knew Kells would see your body, so there wasn’t any reason to hide it right now. Turning around, you presented yourself, throwing up jazz hands.

He guffawed, palms reaching up to cover his mouth. Widening your eyes, you leaned over, putting your hands on top of his.

“Stop, are you trying to get caught?” you shushed him, looking at the door for the costume director to walk in at any minute.

“I’m sorry, you just look great, I. I can’t even come up with words,” he snickered as you moved your hands back.

Flipping him off, you took a step back, admiring his look. He was wearing a deep pink suit, jacket open to reveal all his tattoos, pants tailored to his exact body shape. Looking him up and down, you wet your lips, tongue reaching out involuntary.

He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly a shout came through the door. “What is going ON? Y/N you know better,” came rushing out of the mouth of the director. Snapping at you, she pointed over to a rack filled with satin lingerie.

“Get the white one on now. Take this shit off,” she said, reaching for the blue shirt you’d done up. Huffing, you shrugged it off, before walking over to the clothes for you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her fussing over Colson’s fit, playing around with the buttons on his jacket.

Shrugging off your sweatpants, you pulled on the white outfit. It fell to the bottom of your legs, slits done meticulously to show off your legs. The lace on it was beautiful, and you hesitated before stepping back around, suddenly getting a little bundle of nerves in your belly.

“Perfect! Come here,” she muttered, reaching for something on the table. Picking up a set of angel wings, she turned you around, snapping them over your back.

You saw Kells staring at you from his spot by the door, and the heat in his eyes was unmistakable. The bundle turned into a flutter and you swallowed, trying to calm yourself down. This was just going to be another shoot, nothing special.

Oh how wrong you were. Right off the bat, the director asked you both to go across the street, in the mansion they had booked for the day. This was your first time exploring and you had quietly marveled in the grandeur of it all. There was a high wall, taller than you were, but coming to right around Colson’s chin. The director lifted you up, and then you were posing on top of the wall, bare legs soaking in the sun as Colson played with your hand, standing right below you.

For the first few shots, you looked out in the distance, trying not to catch his eyes. It had gotten intimidating to make eye contact, especially now that you were in the headspace of Juliet. After a couple of takes, you got pulled aside, softly told to “Act like you’re in love, dammit,” and then popped back up on the wall.

Taking a breath, you steadied yourself as Colson put your palm in his, and made eye contact, softly smiling as he looked up at you. The pose felt like forever, eyes boring into each other, and then the director shouted, “Amazing! Ok next,” and you were being pulled down into the next area.

A few solo photos later, they put you back on the wall. Colson stood in between your bare legs, leaning into you. His arms braced on either side of your hips. The close proximity made you nervous, and you let out a soft laugh as his hair brushed against your cheek.

“Shhh,” he whispered, barely moving his mouth.

“You shhh,” you whispered back, leaning your shoulder against his.

Instead of responding, he simply reached his hand over, putting it slightly over yours. Tapping his thumb against the back of your hand, he slowly moved it into a stroke and you pulled your legs together instinctively, forgetting he was in between them.

You saw the smirk build in his face and you let out a breath, trying to not let him get to you.

“What’s wrong,” he murmured, still moving his thumb agonizingly slow on your hand. Nudging him with your thigh, you tried to shut him up as the camera flashed.

“Done. Okay, both of you. Take a break, go change. We need to get a few more shots in before the sun goes down,” the photographer shot out and you pushed Kells back a little, throwing him a grin before sauntering back to the studio.

Switching into the green lingerie suit, you looked at yourself in the mirror. This one was a smaller one-piece and you glanced at your booty, making sure it looked good for the pictures. Pulling the suit up a little, you admired the way the lace cupped your boobs, perfectly covering your nipples. Picking up a towel from nearby, you wrapped it around before crossing back over to the mansion.

Kells was standing there in the blue shirt from earlier, and you let out a laugh, seeing the perfect way it hung off of him. You reached up, adjusting his collar, smiling as you saw him gulp.

“I think you look better in this,” you murmured, fingers delicately running right over his neck.

Stepping back before he could respond, you took off your towel, putting it on the desk nearby. Turning back around, you saw his face, eyes eagerly running up and down your exposed body.

“I think you’d look better in nothing,” he mumbled, hand rubbing at his chin. You felt yourself get warmer at his comment, and you threw a wink at him, before walking over to the director who was setting up a beautiful red car.

“Game plan?” you asked, clapping your hands together.

Ten minutes later, you were balancing on Kells’ thigh as he sat on the car’s hood. One leg hitched over him, the other extended as you stood straight. You pressed your torso against his, arching into him, throwing your head back so you could bare your neck.

Placing both hands on his chest, you laughed as the director yelled at Colson, placing him into position. He wrapped a hand around your back and you felt yourself naturally lean into the touch. His other hand came to rest on your bare thigh, pressing in slightly, fingers barely there. He looked straight at you, and you feel your heartbeat pulse as the camera started clicking.

“Y/N! Wrap your arms around his neck. Yes, now look right over at the camera,” came the shouts from the director. Colson pulled you closer, bringing the arm around your waist closer. He turned to face the camera too and you watched the director falter for a second before rushing over to take the picture.

“Holy fuck! That was incredible,” she yelled from behind the screen, and you giggled, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“Y/n, you’re free to go for tonight,” the executive director said, pointing around the rest of the crew to pick up different set pieces. You nodded, grabbing your duffel bag as you turned to face her real quick, “Uh, what about Kells?”

He was across the room, getting more eyeshadow dusted onto his cut, typing away on his phone. The director looked over at him, before looking at you, eager to get away with him.

Rolling her eyes, she went, “Listen, I need him for a few more shots tonight, but he’ll be done in half an hour if you wanna hang around. I know Gina’s been dying to catch up with you.”

Grinning, you dropped your bag on the seat. Pulling your hair up into a ponytail, you walked past Colson to the hair station. Gina had been the first friend you’d made modeling and she was incredible at her job, a creative visionary when it came to not only styling hair, but keeping it protected when crazy things were happening too.

Leaving the room, you heard Colson go, “Hey, wait where’s Y/N going?” and you smiled, knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling the heat building between the two of you. As you got out of earshot, you could still hear the director yelling, “Don’t get your panties in a twist!” and you almost walked smack into Gina herself, snickering at his panic.

Half an hour later, you were clinging onto Gina’s words as she told you the latest horror story of a terrible famous client. She had broke out a bottle of rosé, sipping on bubbles while you picked at the platter of fruits you had stolen from the front desk. There was a knock on the door, and you hopped off of the counter, pulling it open. Kells stood there, back in his regular clothes, Converse knocking against each other as he stumbled a little.

“Hey,” he mumbled.

You lifted your cup up, taking another sip, raising your eyebrows, urging him to continue by nodding slightly.

“So, I’m kinda stuck in the area for the next two days for this terrible photoshoot I’m doing with this horrible girl -” he started, and you interrupted him, choking on the rosé as it hit the back of your throat, laughing.

“Sorry, uh, you were talking about this awful girl?” you continued, getting most of it out of your system.

“Right, yeah. Would you wanna get dinner with me?” he finished, making that eye contact again, creating a warm fuzz in your tummy.

“Yeah, yes. Yeah,” you blurted out, rosé and nerves rumbling within you.

“You said that already,” he grinned as you went over to pick up your bag.

“Shut up,” you grinned back, trying to hide your smile.

“Bye Gins, I’ll catch you tomorrow,” you said, leaning in for a hug. Kissing your cheek, she whispered in your ear, “Get some please. I need to know, for science,” and you let out a belly-laugh before following Colson out the door as he waved goodbye.

It was all in the name of science right? No harm, no foul.

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c-c-cherry · 5 years ago

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Bucci Gang Headcanons!!!

I’m not really one to usually post this kind of stuff, but these are some lil headcanons my pal @jjadegreen and I have come up with while stuck in the same house during the quarantine!!

These literally range from *probably would happen* to *fucking crack* so y’all have been warned...

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Giorno is one of those people that has a secret sweet-tooth. Like. An insane one where if he actually decides to indulge in it he cannot fucking stop.

When he does go overboard, it’s usually because Bruno got his favourite ice cream flavour from the store and it’s always at some ungodly hour of the night.

He usually blames it on Mista somehow. Accidentally ate the entire tub of ice cream at 3am? No biggie. Just put the spoon on Mista’s bedside table while he’s asleep!

Everyone blames Mista for it EVERY TIME and now he’s not allowed to eat any ice cream when they buy it. Mista thinks it’s the Sex Pistols because he swears he doesn’t remember doing it.

Giorno just sits there like *sweats* “yeah uh no it had to be Mista, right? There’s definitely no one else it could be, right? Right??”

One time Abbacchio caught him in the act at like 4am and they have yet to bring it up.

He would spill Giorno’s big secret, but he really likes to see Mista suffer.

Narancia wears skirts sometimes and it’s not a big deal. He vibes, they all just vibe. No toxic masculinity here.

Narancia is genuinely afraid of those “IF YOU DO NOT SEND TO 10 PEOPLE THIS WILL APPEAR AT THE END OF YOUR BED AT 3AM” emails.

One time he couldn’t do it because Bruno took his phone away and he sat in bed all night fucking trembling in fear of what chain mail monster would eat his face off this time.

Abbacchio hates geese. No one knows why. Not even Bruno.

Narancia’s real stand name IS Aerosmith, but he’s dead set on calling it Lil’ Bomber because “that’s his rapper name.”

Mista is lactose intolerant but he doesn’t know because he just thinks it’s normal to feel excruciating pain when you eat ice cream.

“Like how pineapples hurt your mouth when you eat them.” -Mista probably

Bruno literally had to take him to the hospital one night because he inhaled too much ice cream and would not stop throwing up and Mista was like “wait this doesn’t happen to you??”

Trish hates butterflies because *fun fact!* butterflies often feed on not only nectar and fruit, but DECAYING CORPSES of animals!

When she was a kid, she was walking in some alleyway and ran into a dead animal covered in butterflies. One landed on her arm and she fucking screamed. She will never look at them the same ever again...

Giorno loves to make things into butterflies when they all spend time together, and Trish literally has to suppress a shudder every time one goes near her.

Fugo is one of those people that is basically not afraid of anything, but when a fucking bee comes near him he will LOSE IT. He’s one of those people that will have to get up and run away from a bee when it flies near him.

If you tell him that it will leave him alone if he stops moving, he will punch you.

Giorno likes to make shit into bees sometimes just to fuck with him

Bruno does not like dogs. It probably stems from some childhood experience that went sour, but he does not care. He will be stone-faced during any mission or situation, but if a dog tries to jump up and greet him he will freak. The fuck. Out.

One time Narancia and Mista brought home a dog from the streets and mama Bruno was like “NOPE” and zipped himself out of existence.

Abbacchio found him locked in the closet under the stairs when he got home and made them get rid of it.

Leone was more of a cat person anyway.

Abbacchio eats raw pasta.

Fugo plays chess with himself. When Giorno joins the team he’s like “ugh finally an intellectual” but Giorno has literally never seen a fucking chess board in his life and is too scared to tell Fugo so he just keeps making up excuses as to why he doesn’t “have time” to play chess with him today.

Mista doesn’t shower but he has a BOMB-ass face-care routine. Even Trish is jealous. His face? Baby soft? Ten out of ten. The rest of him? Axe body spray out of ten.

Narancia went through a goth phase pre-canon. Abbacchio was not happy because Bruno kept referring to him as “little Abba” but he let Narancia use his good lipstick anyway.

Mista found his special hat in a street gutter on a rainy day and it matched his sweater so he decided to just keep it. Abbacchio does Trish’s makeup. They go to Sephora together. I don’t make the rules.

Giorno never really told anyone (besides Bruno) that he got his stand naturally so they all assume he got it from Polpo’s lighter and when he mentioned something off-hand about “when I was a kid Gold and I…” everyone’s just like “bitch hold up-”

Abbacchio wears coloured contacts and his ass literally cannot see without them.

Yes they are expensive as fuck. He blows half his pay-check on them every month.

One time he lost them right before a mission so he had to pull out his heavy prescription glasses from like 8th grade. They literally looked like this.

I think you can imagine the outcome

Growing up, Giorno only listened to three songs.

The only reason he had access to these songs was because he found a really old Walkman on the side of the road when he was wandering around once. The tape only had three songs on it; Dancing Queen, It's Raining Men, and some song by Mozart. These were the three songs of Giorno’s childhood.

He still has it and likes to listen to the tape when he gets sad

Narancia doesn’t know what a period is. Neither does Mista.

Bruno forces everyone into the living room after overhearing this and makes them all watch one of those really awkward sex-ed videos from the 90s (you know the ones)

It was one of the worst days of their lives

They still have the tape and Narancia sometimes slips it in the VHS player when they all least expect it just to fuck with everyone

Bruno once held a capo meeting at their house (biggest mistake of his life) and all you could heard blasting through the walls of the other room was “YoUr bOdy MiGht Be gOiNg tHrOuGh sOmE cHaNgEs, fOr eXaMpLe yOuR P-”

On that note, Giorno was definitely that one kid who took notes during Sex-Ed

Abbacchio listens to Avril Lavigne

Giorno shaves his arms. It kind of started by accident but now he literally cannot stop or else his arms will look completely fucked up

Bruno has sensitive teeth. He can’t drink water that’s too cold cause it hurts his mouth. Abbacchio makes him tea :)

Fugo plays piano to help him with his anger. He would say that he plays saxophone too, but it’s more like violently screeching into the mouthpiece instead of actually playing it.

Narancia thinks that lesbian is a nationality

Even though Giorno lived in Japan for just a couple years, he’s still pretty fluent in the language because his mother would only speak Japanese to him growing up

The gang has no idea that Giorno is Japanese and when a foreigner is struggling Giorno just swoops in with perfect Japanese and they’re all just really confused.

Giorno doesn’t cry during movies or TV shows, but he’s one of those people who fucking BAWLS during video game credits

Mista and Narancia beat Ocarina of Time together and Giorno was watching from the sidelines and AS SOON as the credits started rolling there were tears.

When KK Slider starts to sing in Animal Crossing New Horizons and your character is brought into a music void and the credits start rolling he tears up just a little bit

Mista is squeamish around dead bugs. Not live ones. Dead ones and solely dead ones

Mista and Trish go thrifting. Mista goes to check the pockets of clothes for spare cash (cause he’s a broke bitch) and Trish goes to buy clothes

Everyone thinks that Mista doesn’t change his clothes but he actually just buys like 7 of the same outfit

Mista sneezes like a white sports dad. You know the sneeze.

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Bonus Bruabba shit because Jade and I always go fucking HARD when talking about our local mafia dads:

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Bruno ties up the little strings on Abbacchio’s tiddy shirt every morning.

They got promise rings. Leone’s trying to find a nice time to actually propose but the gang keeps fucking it up every time they try to go on a nice date together

Bruno and Leone watch thunderstorms together

-The rest of the bucci gang stay inside and play monopoly or something when’s its stormy but these two bring out blankets and sit on the front porch and just be all soft and shit watching the lightning light up the sky and listening to the rain on the roof above them.

Bucciarati and Abbacchio have been mistaken as the following:

Bruno as a woman and Abbacchio as a man. Abbacchio as a woman and Bruno as a man. Two lesbians. But never an actual gay couple.

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Yeah so I have no idea what that was. These were taken from a google doc we have together that’s just all these jumbled, crack-filled headcanons just for fun. I’m sure you can sense the pure chaos in this.

Go give my dude @jjadegreen a hello, sis made most of these!

uhhh let us know if you want any more from any other parts. Cause y’all know we probably got some. <3

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #headcanons #headcanon #crack #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #bucci gang #bruabba

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TOP 10 MOST EXPENSIVE RAPPER CHAINS 💎 ( 2024 ) 💎 CUSTOM DIAMOND CHAINS

This top 10 countdown features the most expensive rapper jewelry - custom diamond chains - 2023 - World Star HIP HOP NEWS. Join us on our quest to find out the price of the most expensive chain in the world owned by a rapper and no, it's not Tekashi 6ix9ine's diamond shark chain featured in his Gooba music video, but that chain does feature on our countdown of the most expensive rapper chains.

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yarkmagazine · 4 years ago

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I’M DONE EMBRACING RIC FLAIR AND HIPHOP SHOULD BE TOO

WE AS A CULTURE ARE TOO FORGIVING. WE AS A CULTURE ARE SUPER WELCOMING AND WILL LITERALLY TAKE IN ANY AND EVERYBODY WITH OPEN ARMS. YOU KNOW HOW WHEN THE NERDY DUDE BUSTS A MOVE AND THERES JUST AN OUTPOUR OF LOVE AND CHEERING (SOME OF WHICH MIGHT BE FAKE.. LAUGHING AT YOU NOT WITH YOU)?? WELL THATS WHAT I FEEL HIPHOP IS LIKE SOMETIMES. LIKE LETS ALL COME MAKE SOME MONEY TOGETHER, TRUE FEELINGS ASIDE MAJORITY OF THE TIME.

THAT BEING SAID, MUCH LIKE CATCH ME OUTSIDE GIRL AND TEKASHI 6IXNINE, HIPHOP TENDS TO EMBRACE THE WRONG PEOPLE EVEN IF ITS FOR A MOMENT IN TIME.

TO MANY, RIC FLAIR IS LOOKED AT AS A CULTURAL ICON. KANYE WEST, MEEK MILL, KILLER MIKE, CAMRON, IGGY AZALEA, TYGA, TORY LANEZ AND MAC MILLER (JUST TO NAME A FEW) HAVE ALL NAME DROPPED RIC FLAIR ON SONGS.

PROBABLY THE MOST NOTABLE TO EMBRACE THE WWE HALL OF FAMER WOULD BE THE MIGOS DOING AS MUCH AS BRINGING FLAIR OUT ON STAGE ALONG WITH POSTING UP WITH THEIR CHAINS AROUND HIS NECK, SHOOTING ALL TYPES OF CONTENT TOGETHER AND OF COURSE NAME DROPPING HIM IN SONGS.. BRO THEY BE DRENCHED IN ALL TYPES OF EXPENSIVE VERSACE ROBES N SHIT.. MAKES TOTAL SENSE BEING THE MIGOS.. YKNOW.. VERSACE??

I FEEL LIKE ALL OF THIS IS SUPER DOPE AND SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS UNTIL YOU REALIZE THE SAME MAN THAT IS BEING HELD UP ON THE CULTURES SHOULDER BLADES FOR WHAT I’D LIKE TO THINK TO BE MORE THAN A DECADE??? IS THE SAME MAN THAT HAS CALLED MULTIPLE BLACK WWE SUPERSTARS (BOOKER T AND TEDDY LONG) THE N WORD ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS OVER THE YEARS. I KNOW THE “WOOOO LIKE RIC FLAIR” LINE IN YOUR SONG IS SUPER TEMPTING BUT RAPPERS.. I ADVISE YOU TO FIND A DIFFERENT PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER TO HOLD UP ON SUCH A HIGH PEDESTAL. PERSONALLY, I THINK JEFF HARDY IS WORTHY OF SUCH A POSITION. LIKE BRO HARDY WINNING THE WWE TITLE AT ARMAGEDDON 2008 WAS AN UNDERDOG STORY IF I’VE EVER SEEN ONE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

VINCE MCMAHON ALSO HAS A REPUTATION FOR SAYING THE N WOR AND WELL MY REACTION TO THAT IS SIMPLY THAT SHANE MCMAHON HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE BETTER MCMAHON. HE LITERALLY WRESTLES IN JORDAN 3′S. HE’S ALSO WILLING TO DO A LEAP OF FAITH OFF ANY PLATFORM IN THE ARENA. NOW THAT BOY IS EXTREME.

#YARK MAG #YARK MAGAZINE #RIC FLAIR #WWE #RIC FLAIR RACIST #WWF #NEWS #BLOG #HIPHOP #RAP #THE MIGOS #MIGOS #CULTURE #CULTURE 3

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eunicepang · 4 years ago

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BP7 Crocs & their rise in cultural capital (Eunice Pang)

In Understanding Bourdieu, it seems that objects imbued with social capital are informed by cultural intermediaries or ‘tastemakers’, as manifested preferences of what it looks like to be from the upper-class. Such specific tastes are physical representations of differences between groups, who seek to normalise such differences. The habitus is ever-changing and always challenged (i.e. what is defined as normal today can be weird tomorrow, and vice versa) due to unregulated flows of globalisation.

Let us look at Crocs. I used to have a pair of these shoes, but not anymore. For a long period of time, they were shunned and deemed a lower-class good. The notion of being poor and its so-called “ugly” design saw Crocs being viewed as a lower-class symbol. Even the poor would not be caught dead in those shoes.

Then, Crocs produced collaborative products with famous rappers (e.g. Post Malone), singers (e.g. Justin Bieber), fast food chains (e.g. KFC), actors (e.g. Drew Berrymore, Priyanka Chopra Jonas) and even high fashion houses (e.g. Pleasures, Balenciaga). The irony-fuelled rise of the foam clog started as one of 2018’s most unlikely trends.

The USD$850 Balenciaga platform Crocs was sold out before it even reached physical stores. Wealthy and famous celebrities, with all of their cultural capital and influence, begin championing the shoe. The question, then, is why would an upper class person associate themselves with lower class symbols? Is it not contradictory for an wealthy individual, instead of reinforcing the class differences, to present as lower class? However, I would argue that one who wears Balenciaga Crocs are, in fact, maintaining the distinctive tastes and preferences held by those of the upper class. Only the rich are able to afford such an expensive shoe. As the Balenciaga Crocs look very distinctive, one is immediately able to recognise the model of the shoe and recall its price tag, leading one to assume that the Croc-wearer is of that of the upper class. Despite the perceived “ugliness” and low status of the shoe, it serves as an announcement that the wearer is rich or held some form of cultural capital. It emphasises the class differences between those who can and cannot afford the USD$850 shoe. As the brand Pleasures have said, “If you only wear one type of footwear, you are lame and one-dimensional.” It has become uncool to not wear these foam clogs. From being completely shunned in the past to having specific designs of Crocs being high status symbols, it shows that the habitus, and what is normal, is ever-changing and always challenged.

#tw1 #nm3205 #consumption #crocs #balenciaga

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hms-chill · 5 years ago

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RWRB Study Guide, Chapter 8

Hi y’all! I’m going through Casey McQuiston’s Red, White & Royal Blue and defining/explaining references! Feel free to follow along, or block the tag #rwrbStudyGuide if you’re not interested!

James I (203): James I/VI (First of England, Sixth of Scotland) is known for both translating the Bible and being just... so, so incredibly gay. The book mentions that he promoted a dumb jock to gentleman of the bedchamber, but it leaves out that 13-year-old James would just make out with dudes in public, and that the dumb jock (George Villers) was James’s third serious adult relationship. His friends introduced him to George because his last boyfriend was bad for the kingdom.

George Eliot (205): Mary Anne Evans wrote under the pen name George Eliot to escape the stereotype that women could only write romances. She wrote seven novels, of which Middlemarch is the most famous, known for their realism and psychological insight.

Daniel Defoe (205): A pioneer of the English novel, Defoe wrote Robinson Crusoe as well as a series of divisive political pamphlets and tracts.

Jonathan Swift (205): Irish political writer most famous for A Modest Proposal, a satirical piece that suggests cannibalism of infants as a more humane response to the British treatment of Ireland than letting them grow to starve in adulthood.

Dickens... “woman who languishes away in a crumbling mansion wearing her wedding gown” (205): Charles Dickens wrote stories concerned with the lower classes. This quote in particular refers to Miss Havisham from Great Expectations, who was left at the altar and refused to take off her wedding dress or even put away the food set out for the wedding.

Sense and Sensibility (205): This is probably Austen’s second most popular novel (after Pride and Prejudice); it follows the four Dashwood women in their move to a new home following the death of Mr. Dashwood. Like most of Austen’s novels, the opinionated narrator follows the women through a series of romantic mishaps, culminating in a happy ending.

Green American Money (206): Fun fact, British money is blue and orange and purple and all sorts of fun colors! It also all looks different, because (at least in Scotland) four banks are allowed to print pound notes, so there are four different designs all in circulation.

Sean Hannity (206): A conservative American political commentator.

Harvard rowing (206): Rowing is like... the bougiest of sports.

Pleiad (206): In Greek mythology, the pleiades were the daughters of the titan Atlas who became stars following his entrapment under the earth. They are remembered for their beauty and loyalty. Myths of the missing pleiad explain why only six of the seven stars are visible to the naked eye. According to some sources, the missing pleiad is Merope, who was shamed out of the sky for her relationship with a mortal.

Minute Maid Park (206): The baseball stadium associated with the Houston Astros baseball team; it seats just over 41,000.

Politico (207): An American political opinion news source.

Drop-kick Murphys (208): An American Celtic punk band. (listen here and here)

The Klan (209): The Ku Klux Klan, an incredibly racist organization that has been responsible for the lynching of thousands of people of color.

Kim Nam-June (210): Kim Nam-Joon, known as RM or Rap Monster, is the leader and rapper of the K-pop group BTS.

Milwaukee (211): The largest city in and main cultural center of Wisconsin, which is a “swing state”, meaning that it could go either way politically in a national election.

Seth Meyers (211): An American talk show host and comedian whose creatively titled show, Late Night with Seth Meyers, is liberal-leaning. He hosts celebrities and often chats about politics or the news.

Clear Crystal Quartz (211): Apparently the most “iconic” crystal, it is believed to be able to help with clarity and the achievement of goals.

Wimbledon (213): The oldest tennis tournament in the world, considered by many to be the most prestigious.

Royal Box (213): The royal box at Wimbledon is a section of the best seats, reserved for royalty and specially invited celebrity/politically powerful guests.

David Beckham (213): A former professional soccer player and current fashion icon known for being hot and wearing nice suits.

McQueen (214): Alexander McQueen was an openly gay British fashion designer who rose from a lower class background to become one of the most famous designers in the world. Though he died in 2010, his brand continues to be known for unconventional fashion shows and theatrical imagery.

Dashikis (215): A colorful, ornate piece of clothing somewhere between a shirt and a tunic originally from West Africa.

Orangery (218): A very large greenhouse or conservatory designed for growing orange trees.

Woman at her Toilet (218): This painting shows a woman in her bedroom putting on her socks with a little dog next to her; you can see it here.

Baroque bed* (218): Baroque art was designed to show off a monarch’s power; it is incredibly extravagant (Versailles is pretty much the iconic Baroque thing; you can see more about it here).

The Killers (219): An American rock band formed in the early 2000s and known for having donated over $1 million to charity (they did “Mr. Brightside”). (listen here and here). According to McQuinston’s twitter, the song Henry plays is “When You Were Young”, which you can listen to here.

Dred Scott (219): In the 1857 Dred Scott v. Sandford case, the US supreme court ruled that the constitution did not extend to or protect Black folks.

Nina Simone (219): An American singer/songwriter/political activist whose music spanned a variety of genres and whose activism focused largely on the civil rights movement and was largely influenced by her “friend” Lorraine Hansberry, a Black lesbian playwright. (You know Hozier’s “Nina Cried Power”? She’s Nina) (listen here and here)

Otis Redding (219): Considered one of the greatest singers in American pop music and was one of the foundational soul artists in the US. (listen here and here)

Brahms (219): A German composer known for sticking to more classical forms of music while his contemporaries often leaned toward more dramatic or opulent styles. (listen here and here)

Wagner** (219): A German composer who wrote both the music and the librettos for his operas; his works tend to be very complex, and he has been credited with beginning modern music. (listen here and here)

Romantic (219): Artistically, the Romantic movement was a direct response to industrialization that called for a return to and celebration of nature. Queerness was very much a part of this movement, as it was seen as a return to or celebration of one’s natural state (think Byron).

War of the Romantics (219): A music history term used to describe the split between conservative composers like Brahms who wanted to stick with the Baroque, opulent styles of the past century and radical progressive composers like Liszt, who favored newer styles that blended music with narrative and morals.

Liszt (219): A Hungarian composer known for a diverse body of work and his position as the leader of the radical progressive group in the War of the Romantics. (listen here and here)

Alexander Scriabin (219): Russian composer known for his atonal or dissonant music. (listen to the piece Henry mentions here)

Elton John’s “Your Song” (219): A song written before Elton John came out, but with his queerness in mind. In a 2013 interview, John referred to it as “a perfect song”, and that the lyrics (written by Bernie Taupin) got even better as he got older and sang it more. (listen here)

Consecrated (220): made holy.

DNC (221): The Democratic national conference, when members of the Democratic (liberal) party get together to prepare for a presidential race.

College Republicans of Vanderbilt University (221): Vanderbilt University is a private (and therefore more expensive) school in Nashville, Tennessee. Its location in the South and its price tag would both mark it as being more conservative.

Cage match (221): A type of wrestling match that takes place inside a steel cage; the most common way of winning is by escaping the cage, usually by climbing over the top.

Paul Ryan (222): A conservative retired politician and former Speaker of the House.

The Second Amendment (222): The second amendment grants Americans the right to bear arms (have guns).

Salon (222): An American news and opinion website with a politically liberal editorial stance.

Air Force One (222): the president’s plane

“My Canadian girlfriend” (223): A running joke that someone (often a high schooler) whose partner goes to another school or lives somewhere else is made up.

Five Guys (225): Five Guys Burger and Fries is a popular fast food burger chain across the US.

Vampire Weekend (225): An American indie rock band.

The general (226): the general election in November, when Americans would vote for their president

Plainclothes (226): out of uniform

The Beekman (226): A very fancy hotel in Lower Manhattan, near the Brooklyn Bridge.

NATO (233): the North Atlantic Treaty Organization; an intergovernmental military alliance between 29 North American and European countries.

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*every time I read this, I flinch just a little bit. Baroque architecture is just... so much, and the concept of a Baroque bed when beds/bedrooms are supposed to be simple to help you rest... It’s just so much and I hate it with all of my being. I’m sorry if you like Baroque furniture, but especially for Henry, who dreams of a simple life where he can just write and be anonymous... It’s a big yikes.

** Literally no one asked, but his stuff is just... it’s so boring? Like I’m sure it’s great to fall asleep to or calm down to, but I tried to listen to it while I wrote this and I just couldn’t. Liszt is better, but he’s no Mozart. Also? Mozart wrote BOPS. ONLY. “The Birdcatcher’s Song” slaps and no one can change my mind on that.

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If there’s anything I missed or that you’d like more on, please let me know! And if you’d like to/are able, please consider buying me a ko-fi? I know not everyone can, and that’s fine, but these things take a lot of time/work and I’d really appreciate it!

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 9

#rwrb study guide #English Major Brain™#English Major Brain™️#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb analysis #analysis #red white and royal blue analysis #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry fox mountchristen windsor x alex claremont diaz #alex claremont diaz #FirstPrince #june claremont diaz #bea fox mountchristen windsor #pez okonjo #nora holleran

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iwbfinterviews · 4 years ago

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Jake Brown Interview

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? Is there a particular reason you chose to write about music, singers, etc?

I didn’t actually, lol. I’m a songwriter/producer first, I grew up playing and writing music but always wrote as a way to kind of get through school because I was terrible at math, sciences, tests, etc. I think there’s alot of people in the music business who started out like that. It kind of happened accidentally, I was working for a record label right out of college and started writing copy for their catalog titles, press releases, etc and it just expanded from there. I met a literary agent through that who suggested I try to write a book, and we sold the Suge Knight memoir to Amber Books, who gave me my start. Another big early foot in the door moment was when I had the opportunity to write books with Ann and Nancy Wilson & Heart in 2007 and in 2009 with Lemmy Kilmister and Motorhead. Then the book nearly 10 years into my career that really kind of made me appreciate this career was the opportunity to work with legendary guitar player Joe Satriani on Strange Beautiful Music: A Musical Memoir. I’d also started specializing in anthology-style books that feature LOTS of exclusive interviews in one book in chapter profiles so you could tell a bunch of people’s live stories at once, including the BEHIND THE BOARDS series, which began 10 years ago as a Rock & Roll producers’ series, the aforementioned In the Studio series with Heart, Motorhead, and others, and then finally about 10 years into living in Nashville I began working on the NASHVILLE SONGWRITER book series and most recently the BEHIND THE BOARDS: NASHVILLE book. SO: the long answer to that question is, because I love telling the behind-the-scenes stories of both the hits and those who make them, be it songwriters or producers or drummers in the case of the BEYOND THE BEATS rock drummers series, or Hip Hop producers with the DOCTORS OF RHYTHM audiobook and upcoming physical version in 2021. I’ve also been fortunate to write memoirs with some interesting characters like Kenny Aronoff, country rapper Big Smo and upcoming Freddy Powers The Spree of ’83 book which features Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson. So it's been an interesting run.

How long does it take you to write a book?

I work on several at once usually, that’s kind of my process, half day on one, a day on another, but for BEHIND THE BOARDS: NASHVILLE, I spent 4 straight months day in and out writing this book exclusively as it was over 600 pages. I was reading the audiobook for Blackstone as I was writing it too, which was the first time I’ve ever done that. Usually the audiobook is read after the book is completed. Then it’s about a month of editing before its handed into the publisher. So this was a real push, but it was worth it because of the feedback I’m getting first from the producers I worked quite extensively in many cases with on their individual chapters, and collectively in the book being a first of its kind for country music fans where they can read about how their favorite hits by country’s biggest stars were made while listening along on Spotify, iTunes, Tidal, etc.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

Oh, I don’t know... I write every book thinking from the outset before I’ve even started putting words down to paper thinking about how that book will be marketed and promoted upon release. There’s no point in writing something no one is going to read because when you get to the finish line you don’t have a gameplan on how to make readers aware of it. Publishers, to be honest, can only do so much in that arena, every publisher’s publicist is usually like a social worker with 30 cases on their desk, so yours can only get so much attention. So for instance, I always recommend to a writer to hire a great publicist and know that while that’s a considerable expense, it may be the best money you spend in getting the word out about your book because that publicist is working for YOU, not for 30 authors at once. It's just a fact of the business that I think should get more light shed on it because you’re competing with that number I mentioned above of 60,000+ books a YEAR coming out. I also negotiate the right to press my own promo runs of 100 if needed because if not, you’ll wind up with a paltry 10 copies from the publisher, who for their own budgetary reasons, might not for instance be able to service all the physical review copies you’ll have to give away during the book’s promotion, whether to a disc jockey interviewing you on the air or the listener he or she is giving away a free copy to during that broadcast, as just one example. If you don’t plan ahead for that, you’ll wind up paying that publisher $6 or $7 per promotional copy, which is something I’m SURE some of my own publishers would hate for me to pull the curtain back on, but its true. Writers are paid LAST usually in the royalty chain, especially early on, but you move up in that order as you build a value into your name as a writer, which only comes with people hearing about you and your book. So again, HIRE A PUBLICIST, HIRE A PUBLICIST, HIRE A PUBLICIST! Your agent can be helpful too, but its typically up to you as an author to maintain your own social media presence and look for every available avenue to spread the word about your book so it has a chance to be read. This is equally important for newer or more established writers, because there’s always a new generation of equally-as-talented new wordsmiths knocking on those publishers’ same doors...

What do you like to do when you're not writing?

In a studio making music or writing books for the various publishers I work for, or recording audiobooks for Blackstone Audio, so it’s pretty time-consuming. I did just sign a worldwide music publishing deal for my songwriting catalog with Streets Music and David Gresham Company. So I’m lucky to stay busy, to be honest, you have to too make a living in the entertainment business. I have a wife and a dog too, so I spend what time I have left with them. ☺

Your 50th book is coming out June 23rd, “Behind The Boards: Nashville”. Can you give us insight on what it will be about?

First, I exhale deeply every time I get asked that because it's finally DONE! I spent 2 years collecting extensive, first-hand – many for the first time in a book – interviews with 30 of country music’s biggest producers, and in some cases, that meant waiting for a break in their busy studio schedules to talk, in others it meant multiple conversations over a couple years as we wanted to make sure we had all their current hits as they kept banging them out, and in other cases, because of the sheer volume of their catalog – some of these guys have been in the business since the early 70s – it took that long to chronicle it all. That’s just the interview process too, then I had to write it and I write everything in one shot vs. a chapter here and there. Its to me like staying in character as an actor throughout an entire performance, and when you’re writing a book like this, you’re in a headspace that never lets you sleep because creative narrative is CONSTANTLY hitting you about specific hits, and there’s over 300 # 1s in this book. Additionally, there’s an EXHAUSTIVE amount of research I do to source out certain critical quotes of praise, for instance, from way back in the 80s, 90s, early 00s, etc from magazines that aren’t even in print anymore, as well as supporting quotes from the actual superstars these producers work with in the studio, which also takes a great deal of time. So after all of that prep, once you begin writing, there’s another 3-4 months before the manuscript comes to life as a finished product.

As a result of that, country music fans here are given arguably the MOST definitive to date book chronicling the stories behind the making of their favorite hits in the studio, again how those artists specifically and uniquely work at their craft – i.e. does George Strait sing each hit over 3 or 4 vocals or 25 or 30 takes, etc – as well as how specific # 1s within those individual catalogs of Greatest Hits were created in the studio. Then from the other side of the boards, so to speak, you get the producer’s first-hand recollections of their own personal journeys from the time they could first crawl and walk and started discovering music to their teenage bands and first tape-recorder or 2-inch reel to reel or 4-track or laptop home recording sessions all the way up through their rise to become the biggest names in the business working in country music today.

Collectively, BEHIND THE BOARDS: NASHVILLE features Dann Huff, James Stroud, Jim Ed Norman, Dave Cobb, Justin Neibank, Ross Copperman, Zach Crowell, Chris Destefano, Jesse Frasure, Norbert Putnam, Josh Osborne, Luke Laird, Clint Black, Frank Liddell, Shane McAnally, Jimmy Robbins, Josh Leo, Nathan Chapman, Paul Worley, Jeff Stevens, Jody Stevens, Bobby Braddock, Michael Knox, Don Cook, Frank Rogers, Joey Moi, Ray Baker, and Buddy Cannon, who did the Foreword, which was a TRUE honor. Frankly, it was an honor to have every one of these legends speak to fans so candidly and openly about both their personal and professional lives in the music business. Their stories are inspiring, ear-and-eye-opening, exciting, insightful, and hopefully educational for those kids growing up on their records now hoping to break into the same business. So hopefully, there’s something for everyone who opens the book.

What were the methods you used to get ‘the’ interview with all the big names you’ve written about?

When you’ve been around this long, fortunately you can get in touch with just about anybody, whether they say yes or not to the interview is another story! (laughs) But I’ve been pretty lucky, especially for instance with my NASHVILLE SONGWRITER book series, which has TWO volumes and 50 of the biggest songwriters in country music in the first two volumes, and a THIRD volume with another 30 legendary songwriters coming out at the end of 2021, and especially with BEHIND THE BOARDS: NASHVILLE, which has 30 of the most legendary record producers in country over the past 50 years, guys like Norbert Putnam, who ran Quad and produced Jimmy Buffet’s “Margaritaville,” Jim Ed Norman, who produced Hank Williams Jr’s Born to Boogie album, Ray Baker, who produced that whole 70s Honkytonk soundtrack including Moe Bandy, Whitey Shafer, and Merle Haggard and Freddy Powers among others. Then you have the Millennial generation’s biggest names like Joey Moi, Dave Cobb, Dann Huff, Jesse Frasure, Ross Copperman, Shane McAnally and Josh Osborne, Ray Riddle, and on and on.

What do you think makes a good story?

Well, for this book, the most common thread woven throughout many of the chapters/live stories of these producers were the long-term working relationships they’ve maintained with many of country music’s biggest stars throughout their entire careers or the majority, for instance, Jeff Stevens and Luke Bryan, Byron Gallimore and Tim McGraw, Buddy Cannon and Kenny Chesney, Michael Knox and Tony Brown, Frank Rogers and Brad Paisley, Miranda Lambert and Frank Liddell, the list goes on and on as long as the Greatest Hits track listings do. Equally as importantly for a book like this, is the fact it takes the reader quite literally inside the studio and pulls back the curtain on how their favorite country music stars record their biggest hits, and almost literally re-creates their recording from behind the boards by the producers interviewed. Then on a totally separate front, from the academic side, its a 600-page book full of tips about how the recording process works from all sides, points of views, approaches, ages, and technologies, old and new, from analog to digital and the hybrid of both in the “in the box” generation of record making. Hopefully, we’ve covered all sides of the process, that was the aim anyway so readers get a 3-D look, so to speak, at how the recording business really works.

How did publishing your first book change your process of writing?

I sold my first book to my first publisher, Amber Books, in 2001 and Tony Rose gave me my start in the business and I wrote for them almost exclusively for the first 5 years and 10 books of my career from 2002 to 2007. So having a stable and still exciting publisher willing to take chances on you and equally-as-importantly, the kinds of books you might approach them with, is KEY for any new writer because writers must remember EVERY time a publisher takes a chance on their book, they’re putting real money behind it before they ever see a dime back. It's a big leap of faith, and carries with it alot of obligations for the author, where it doesn’t just end with handing the book in, but also helping promote it and building a brand for your name so it can become more and more reliable for both readers and new publishers, as any writer’s goal should be to eventually build a catalog where they write for as many publishers as possible throughout their career. But be prepared to start out writing for one, or anyone for that matter, who you can verify has a good track record as a publisher, or if they’re new to the game, doesn’t just want to put out an e-book, which anyone can do without a publisher, and is willing to commit to a physical pressing, and promotion of that pressing. I wouldn’t go looking for advances on your first or even necessarily second book out, but start asking for them as soon as possible as its an important piece of the income stream for any working author, as much as royalties are later on down the road. An advance lets an author know a publisher first can afford to put money into their book, and values them, vs. Alot of these starter deals that promise big back-end but nothing up front. You have to be able to afford to take that hit once or twice out of the gate, but its not a career model any writer should plan on if they want to make a living as a working author. The other reason I mention all this is because being a working writer is not just about the creative side of the process, but the entrepreneurial one too, because you have to be a self-promoter, and not be shy to doing interviews or promotion on social media, etc, as you’re competing with a THOUSAND new titles a week minimum these days between all the digital e-books and print books out there. I think the statistic was to be something like 60,000 books published in 2018 alone, so that tells you the competition you’re up against to even get a book sold to a publisher, let alone compete on bookstore shelves for the reader dollar.

What’s your favorite under-appreciated novel?

Of my own books, I wouldn’t say any are underappreciated, I’m grateful for the fact that people still read my books after 20 years and 2 or 3 generations of teenagers (which are a primary part of my reading audience) still buy my stuff. I try to give them consistently interesting reading subjects, either in the personalities I co-write with – like country rapper SMO, whose memoir My Life in a Jar: The Book of Smo, was released in 2019, or the Freddy Powers Spree of ’83 memoir, which is presently in film development and that I co-wrote a screenplay for with Catherine Powers last year, that was also something different, and say something like legendary R&B producer/artist Teddy Riley’s forthcoming memoir Remember the Times, which we’ve been working on for the past 6 years off and on and is looking like it might be heading to Teddy’s fans’ hands in the next year. One key thing I tell new writers when asked for input into starting a career in the current climate for our business is be prepared to commit as much time to a book as the artist needs, its similar to an album – if the publisher wants it on a deadline, be prepare to deliver, but getting an artist to open up in depth about their life takes time, both to build trust and to physically take the time to do the interviews not only with them in principle but also with the huge list of supporting cast members between peers in the band and business and family members and friends, record executives, peers, etc that usually wind up on those lists. It's a process you should NEVER RUSH yourself, only move at the rhythm of the people you work with and for, and you’ll wind up working alot longer in the business than those who are in a hurry.

How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?

Haha, I actually have a folder called “Projects That Probably Won’t Happen” and its filled with all kinds of “famous” bands/musicians books that just never got off the ground for one reason or another, but they’re all under contractual deals where I can’t talk about them in case they want to put a book out in the future, and I hope they all do. Sometimes you encounter someone who is thinking about writing a book but is really 10 years before they’re ready to, or they aren’t really committed yet past the concept, so you do some sample chapter interviews but it never gets past that starting line. I’ve thankfully left on good terms with the majority of those names, but with 50 published books in my catalog, most of what I have committed my time to has thankfully made it to store shelves. That’s important for any new writer to remember, because with every new book project you take on, you’re committing a year to two years of their life to that process from the start of interviews through the completion, handing it into the publisher, editing, etc. Anyone in a rush usually isn’t going to get anywhere is what I’ve found, it takes time, even if your mind is moving a million miles a minute, and your ambition even faster, pace yourself and you’ll last a lot longer in the race I’ve found anyway (cheesy sports metaphor aside ☺).

Do you read your book reviews? How do you deal with bad or good ones?

Haha, I’ve had some good and bad experiences there over the years. I have NO problem with a consumer buying my book and then reviewing it one way or the other on say Amazon or Audible, etc, because that’s part of the business, but as far as book reviews from other writers, I just have to hope they like it and write fairly about it as it does matter impressionistically what readers then think of it as a potential product to buy and read themselves. Sometimes, in walking the fine line I have to be between the technical and the creative in a series like this or Nashville Songwriter or say my In the Studio series, which has over 10 books in it alone, so you never know. Its something I don’t pay alot of attention to as well because by the time a review comes out, the book has been out a couple months usually and we’re on the back-end of a promotional push, so if its a good review, it's a nice 4th quarter boost of coverage, and if it's not, then it's pretty buried vs. hurting the book’s launch on the front end. I’m just being honest, sorry, but book reviews play a very MINIMAL role in most books’ launches if they’re properly promoted via author interviews, premier placements as we’ve done with American Songwriter, CMT, SoundsLikeNashville.com and others coming up, and for any newer writer, accept ahead of time that you’re GOING to get a bad review here or there, it's just part of the subjective review process, and doesn’t speak for your larger reading audience.

Do you believe in writer’s block?

Not when you write for a living. It's not a luxury I think any of the writers I know who work professionally writing books can afford, that’s why you have to follow the simple rule of A.B.W. (Always Be Writing) ☺.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Probably doing the same thing, writing is how I make a living, so it's will be with me until arthiritis set’s in, but I’ve got 2 screenplays in development and hope to have at had at least one of them produced into a film. I’m not unrealistic to think that it will go to theatres, but I’d be happy to see a streaming service selection with my name on it as a screenwriter, there’s 3 or 4 of my books fortunately in that cycle right now so we’ll hope one or two of them make it that far. Beyond that, I’m in the studio every week as I have been the past 20 years making music and will continue doing that, hopefully to a greater degree with these new publishing deals I’ve signed as I have over 200 released songs in my own catalog, none in Country lol, but I just try to keep putting out new creative product across multiple mediums at as prolific a pace as the muse allows without the quality of the end-product being compromised. That’s the point at which I’d stop I guess, if the quality of the writing lessens to where people don’t want to read my stuff anymore. Thankfully, I have built up a pretty loyal reading and retail-buying audience over the past 2 decades, and hope to keep putting out books that help music listeners understand how hard and still rewarding a business the record business is. It's an amazing world to wake up working in every day, and I love helping musicians tell their stories on paper, so we’ll just have to see. I hope to have hit 60 books by then, although my ultimate goal is another 50 over the next 10 years! (laughs) Thanks again for your time and support of this latest project!

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