#oh the romanticism of pinky holding

[gayspiderman]

You guys mean the world to me, and I didn't know how to say that yet.

[blue-howlite]

Being Jaha Lee's significant other headcanons.

You being in a relationship with this walking menace but it's his second life.

Author note: I just want to awaken the Jaha Lee simps out there, I need someone to talk about him and simps are the best when it comes to talking about fictional characters.

So, in a way or the other you ended up in a relationship with this absolute menace. Good luck.

Because he has the habit of killing people just because he feels like that, so you either don't care about it or you'll have to always be vigilant to save people.

Aside from that, let's imagine the actual relationship.

First of all: he confessed before you.

I can imagine it as a completely normal day, you're doing your own thing, then he comes up to you and just asks you "Will you be my lover?"

He might add some romanticism to it, maybe praising something about you but if he does it's probably going to be about the way you fight.

"The way you knocked out that guy the other day, your movements and precision... Pure art."

"Sir, I literally smashed a vase against his head."

"Yes, and it was beautiful."

or

"Your blood-covered figure after killing those men... I thought an actual demon finally descended in this world."

"...is that a compliment or...?"

"What else?"

Now, he got himself a lover, you.

He knows he's better than everyone there so he doesn't worry if you give other people attention.

So he doesn't get jealous. Actually, he would probably think that it's good for others to be around you, because if you have a good influence on him you will surely he a good influence on them.

But is he possessive?

Abso-fuckin-lutely.

He will have public displays of affection with you at any given time. It's something between showing you off and showing others that you're his.

If someone else touches you, they're losing a limb. He wants people to respect you the same way they respect him. Only his commanders and his "siblings" can touch you in a friendly way, because he respects them and trusts them enough.

Not Sungtae tho. He gets drop kicked if he tries anything funny with you or makes you slightly uncomfortable. Unless you want to be friends with him, which Jaha Lee will disapprove of but won't stop, Sungtae better keep his distance.

Except for the ones mentioned above, every other subordinate risks to lose their hand. Because of how hard it is for you to keep Lee at bay and remind him that his subordinates need their hands, everyone respects you and kind of fears you.

"I'm cutting his arm off."

"Jaha Lee, no."

"His hand?"

"No, he needs it to hold his weapon, remember?"

"What about a finger? He doesn't need all the fingers for that. I'm sure he can fight-"

"You're not cutting anything."

"..."

"..."

"...not even the tip of his pinky?"

He loves cuddling. No I won't elaborate on why or how I know this.

He loves to just lay down, rest his head on your lap, wrap his arms around your waist and feel you. Bonus if you pet his head or play with his hair, he'll be in paradise and will name a new technique after you.

Most of the time you're cuddling he'll let you spoil him.

But sometimes he won't.

He'll get grumpy for something (maybe you didn't let him kill someone he really wanted to kill) and is just sulking, ignoring you.

Come one he's a big baby we know that.

Anyway he becomes cold and grumpy, if you ask to cuddle he'll just ignore you. In general he won't let you close.

But he can only last for a while without you.

He'll come back to you, but still grumpy and instead of asking you for cuddles as his lover he'll command you to cuddle him as his subordinate.

He gets over it after the first twenty seconds you agree.

Pet names? He probably gives you the weirdest ones ever existed but when he explains them to you they are actually very sweet.

"My sheath"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's because even when I'm covered in blood and my purpose is accomplished, you still embrace me and put me to rest."

"Oh."

Also food names are on the table, because you give him energy. And he likes food. AND he likes you.

If he takes you along when he goes to fight it's because he knows you can handle the situation, otherwise he leaves you with someone to guard you.

Bonus for all the haphephobic people out there.

I'm not haphephobic even though I don't like people just coming and touching or hugging me. Like there are literally two people that can touch me any time and one that is some times ok and some times not. But normally I just flinch away the moment someone touches me.

If you don't like or you even fear physical contact, he will have a hard time with that. He will try to make you accept his affection and cuddles, but if it doesn't work then he'll just give up and find other ways to enjoy your company.

If you like reading he will ask you to read to him.

You like singing? That's great, he likes listening.

In general he will use any hobby you have as a way to spend time together.

Also now anyone that touches you is dead. Even a slight nudge can mean a death sentence.

When you two are together he'll make sure everyone keeps their distance and if someone gets too close he'll just shove them aside.

[mioyeo]

8 makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Themes : angst , mental struggles, fears , Disorders etc

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , slight angst , anxiety disorder , sign language , mentions of lazy workers , a little crying, please tell me if I forgot something , and I’m not romanticizing Disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

And I would like to apologize and just like to explain that after I post the chapters of you guys getting to meet the patients (Ateez ) there will be back stories as to why they are where they are and etc , besides I do my research before writing about these disorders and other things

Word count : 0,9k

MEETING MINGI

𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟬𝟴𝟰𝟴

𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚 : 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 : 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝟵, 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 : 𝟭,𝟴𝟯𝗺

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 : 𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁-𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 , 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮

She walked straight into the room after the guard let her inside

There sat a ginger boy in his bright yellow pajamas watching as the rain drops fell against the window outside and slid down

Y/n approached and made her presence known to the boy who's eyes widened

' Hey , how are you doing today ? '

She signed and smiled softly as he started to smile back

' Hello, are you here to take me outside ? '

He signed back and smiled more brightly

' Yes , I guess you must've been waiting for someone to finally take you outside ? '

' Yes , I really want to go out even though it's raining and the benches will probably be wet '

' Oh , look it just stopped what a wonder '

She smiled and waved him over to go outside

' I've never seen you before , are you new ? '

' Yeah , I just got transferred here a week ago '

The boy grabbed her hand as other patients started to stare making him uncomfortable

' Please don't mind them , all that matters now is you getting fresh air and relax "

' Also id like to know your name so I can speak more comfortably to you if that's ok '

' My name is Mingi and you ? '

' I'm Y/n nice to meet you Mingi '

They both reached outside where the weather was rather chilly after raining for a while

' I love to be outside it makes me happy , but I'm also afraid of the world outside the walls of my room where I know I'm on my own '

The boy sighed and stuck his hands into the pockets of his pajama

' Your not on your own , I'm here now to help you get better so you can fearlessly walk out of here and enjoy your live '

' Do you think I'll ever be able too ? '

' With a lot of help and confidence you for sure will ,  trust me I know that you can '

' Are you going to be here everyday ? '

' Yeah don't worry I will only leave when your fully ready to be discharged '

He smiled holding out his pinky after signing something

' Do you promise that you'll never leave me ? '

' I promise you that I won't leave you '

The boy squealed and sat down patting the dry bench that was under the roof

' I don't know what I will do when I get out of here ? will I be able to manage alone ? '

' Will I even be able to live in peace after what happened ? Can I trust myself to do well '

He looked worried as he played with his fingers

' Mingi, you'll heal and grow at your own pace , as the time goes by you'll be fine '

' Really ? I don't know what it is like to- '

' Mingi let's not make you sad on talking about these things , you will make it and I'm sure of it I'll make you realize how amazing you are '

He sighed and played with his fingers before signing something again

' Im sorry I just worry to much '

' It's ok to worry Mingi , but for now let's go back inside ok ? '

He smiled and stood up grabbing her hand which she of course didn't mind at all

' Did you know their going to be serving chicken nuggets as the letter M tomorrow ?! '

He signed excitedly as they passed the menu frame that showed them the meals for tomorrow

Mingi nodded flashing his gummy smile

' You seem exited to eat it don't you ? '

‘ it’s my favorite of all time ’

' Well let's get you tucked in so you can sleep '

She walked him inside  his room after the guard let them back in

' It was nice outside I feel better '

' I'm sure you do , Goodnight Mingi I'll see you tomorrow on Breakfast time ok ? '

Before she could turn and go out he made a noice making her turn around to look at him

" C-C-Can I-I g-get a good night K-Kiss ? "

He was fighting to bring words out and started to cry when she hadn't approached him

" Mingi did you just talk to me ? "

She smiled and approached him slowly

' I shouldn't have talked you probably think I sound annoying'

He signed afraid to say something again

" Hey , I've never thought that "

She squatted beside his bed and stroked his hair while she looked at him with a smile

" I'm glad you talked, because I actually wanted to start speech therapy with you soon but since your trying to talk to me I am happy we are making a huge progress "

' Your not mad at me for talking? ‘

" No I actually want you to talk to me Mingi and know why you decided to talk to me "

' The others just say that they don't care if I talk or not they'll get something regardless and you seem to care a lot about my well-being "

" What did they say they'll get ? "

He started rubbing his three fingers together in a circular motion

" So They don't care about your progress but the income they'll get "

She sighed but looked at him with a smile

" You don't have to worry anymore you are my patient and no one else's anymore alright ? "

He nodded before slipping into his covers after she placed a gentle kiss to his forehead making him relax with the assurance that she would come back

Mission getting to know patient 0848 done

[yondzone]

Jibaku Shounen Hanako kun relationship headcanons

Hanako, Nene, Kou, Teru, Aoi

Warning : none

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𝕾𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝕵𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖐𝖚 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖔-𝖐𝖚𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 🛐

𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖔

At first Hanako-kun wouldn’t stop flirting with you, he will tease you every day in hope that one day you’ll give him you heart

He know that is flirting makes you uncomfortable but he likes the way you blush so much that he will really do anything so he could see this face of yours everyday

Probably call you "darling" or "cutie pie"

He's not afraid of showing how he feels about you in public and keep screaming his love for you without shame

He is extremely needy and jealous by the way-

Here is our touchy and affectionate boy, he like no i mean he love hugging, cuddling, kisses or anything that means he is touching you (he needs love ok)

When you are the one this time who start things like taking is hand or telling him some kind of compliment, he will be the one to blush like a madman.

"you are handsome " 

Whole face red like a tomato he would hide his head in your hairs out of shyness.

𝖞𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖔 𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖊

Yashiro in a relationship would be extremely shy (afterall she his finally dating yay)

She won’t be the one to make the first move a the beggining of the relationship.

She is lowkey  scared at how you woul react to her being clingy, but when she feel comfortable enough with you, she his gonna tell you how much she likes you everyday.

She call you at time you less expect it lie 3am because she found out a scary story that she absolutely want to share with you if you disliked scary story before you will now be obligated to like them because you’ll hear about them quite a lot.

Gardening date!! it may not sound romantic like this but be sure that you will come to love them just hanging in the garden laughing together, what to you need more than her smile? I mean she is just so cute.

She blush so much when you hold her hand its adorable, she loves hugging and kissing but she is too ashamed to admit it.

She aslo like when you come from behind her and hug her like there is no tomorrow (she will also not admit it by the way)

Yashiro love holding your pinkie!

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖔𝖚

Minamoto is a super Jealous type bofriend (almost stifling sometimes)

 He will protect you with all his migth and mark you as his own clearly so that everyone can see and never forgot who you belongs too 

He is extremly worried and feel anxiety about you leaving him one day so he his carrying so that you too see how much he loves and care for you.

At first they were some difficulties with the relationship because he would be too direct and would easily hurt your feelings but he got better

When he gets comfortable he would tease you on a daily basis (but not as much as hanako)

He will call you ‘senpai’ to tease you bu im not talking about the cheerful ‘senpai!’ im talking about a ‘s-e-n-p-a-i’ to seduce you but he his a child so its difficult to be serious sometimes.

He love calling you "sweet" (a contrast from his delinquent reputation)

He may look rude to other people but trust me the face he make when you smile at him will holding his hand (or both) is so adorable that it could kill anyone on the spot.

Also, he found a hobby of cooking with you.

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖚

When you first started dating him is popularity was kinda bothersome and if you are an introvert you can be sure that the heinous gaze of the girl in crush with him was enough to make you anxious.

He is perfect to cool you down when you are being anxious or stressed about something he is just so composed that it’s almost unbelievable.

Don’t even try to hide something from him, he’ll find out what you are trying to hide from im in no time.

Don't like t when you give him compliment that much he prefer to give them, If you try to look down on yourself, his kind self will be no more, that will make him immediately angry, to him you are perfect and you shouldn't look down on his favourite person (after his sibling), you.

Now that you have a big place in his heart you can be sure he’ll do anything for ya

Kinda force you to do any homework you may have he takes school and your future very seriously.

He won’t say it because he fell ashamed about it but he truly love giving you piggyback ride

He does not like to use nicknames like sweetheart or love he just prefer to naturally call your name it makes him feel some sort of close proximity.

He started learning how to cook just to please you but won’t give you anything until he can make the perfect bento box for you

His eyes are automatically looking for you in a crowd and his passion is watching you when he is sitting in class watching you study, sleep or when having fun with your friend.

𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖔𝖎

At first she seemed oh so very kind and loving and the you discovered her true personality and when she told you that she just wanted people to loves her and asked you if you hated her now that you know about her true self while crying you really fell, literally, on your knees crying.

This sweetheart was in reality feeling so alone in the world and sad, fearful of her true self all those thing hidden being her sweet mask, in fact this permitted your bond to grow stronger.

Accepting each other the way they are and in your relationship you are both trying to liberate yourself.

Now making her express her real emotions and making her fears disappear became one of your top priority

You are the first person she feel like she can fully trust now that you gave her your acceptance

Sometimes her romanticism can be a little too overbearing and if you want to just have a calm and simple date it'll be difficult because she really want everything to be perfect.

At some point she started believing that she is still alive is because of you, you made her, she is alive for real now, hiding nothing in your presence.

So if it mean making you happy she’ll probably do anything.

On her way to school she loves picking one single flowers and giving it to you every morning.

Cant keep her hands from you hairs, in class she probably be seated behind you, listening to the class while braiding your hair and putting some leaves in your hair.

So that even when you are home you will think about her when you are trying to remove the leaves and undo the knot.

[iheardarumorthings]

ONE

The first installment in the Paint Me Red Series.

Dark Kaz Brekker x OC

Warnings: This generally pertains to the series, but this shit is pretty bad, ok? like these two are not cool and i am not romanticizing them at all. 

When one starts something, it begins with red.

Love.

The rainbow.

The two of them started as gold. Yellow and black mixed together, making the most valuable substance. Dee and Kaz were the most valuable of substances.

But they ended up being burned, becoming more passionate, turning orange. Then becoming pink.

Oh, pink. Lovely, sweet pink. Pink was where he would smile at her. Pink was where he would take off his gloves, the two of them linking their pinkies together, working their way up to holding hands. Pink was where he would bring flowers on Tuesdays, each different flower containing a different symbol.

Pink was where love was sweet, and therefore life was, too. The world turned different colors just for Dee, just for the two of them to share and marvel at.

And then the couple became muted. Fading back to gold, then green, then blue. The deepest, most suffocating shade of blue. The one that would pry your mouth open and invade your lungs. The one that dragged you to the very bottom of the sea where you would writhe and struggle, but the water would always win.

Where Kaz would always win.

“And why would I ever love you?” he said, grasping her wrist, their faces inches apart. The mint of his breath penetrated her nostrils. The leather dug against the fragile skin of her arm. “You’re nothing. No one.”

Nothing. No one.

Why did she stay? Protection, maybe.

Or maybe because she knew he was as addicted as she was. At least until the day he decided to quit. Quit her.

“Oh,” he shrugged. “By all means, have her. I have no more use for her.”

Dee’s chest contracted, but instead of the tears she expected to be falling down her cheeks, a laugh was pushed out of her chest. A wheeze. Then another. She collapsed in a fit of laughter.

She didn’t stop as they dragged her to their boss while she watched Kaz walk away, whistling her favorite song on his way out.

[fatui-gf]

hello dear! your works are my current obsession i love them all!! youre v good :)

ive been thinking about like, coming home after a long dag of working to diluc and making dinner together and taking a stroll outside the winery and just soft domestic fluff??? whag i wouldnt do for that man heheh!!

have a good rest of your day n keep up the good work!!!

Hiiii!! Thank you so much for your kind words, it really means a lot to me and helps me keep motivated!! I’ve actually already planned to write some fluff for Diluc, he’s one of my favs, haha. Anyways, I hope you like this fluffy scenario! I took an artistic liberty and made the reader and Diluc married, I think it fits the domestic, sweet vibe and I hope you won’t mind :D

Diluc x reader - Can we kiss forever? (sfw fluff, the reader is gn as per usual)

word count: 1680

It was a tough day for the adventurer’s guild today. Loads of work and not that many people to take care of everything. If you said you weren’t tired then you’d be lying.

It wasn’t completely exhausting but you still couldn’t keep your mind off Diluc, especially during the end of the commissions you were supposed to do. Your mind would crawl back to him, the memories and how much you wanted to see him again, remembering the good morning kiss he had placed on your cheek. You touched your face, caressing the spot that had kissed earlier, lost in thought.

Are you done with your work today? - a familiar voice approached as you paused in your actions.

It was the fellow adventurer from the guild. You averted your eyes, a little flustered that they had seen you daydream just now.

Yeah, I was about to head home right now - you said, giving them a friendly smile.

Alright then, see you again tomorrow! - they exclaimed happily as you turned your own way.

Phew, they didn’t question what you were so intensely thinking about. You smiled to yourself as your mind drifted to your husband again.

You headed to the general goods store to get a few ingredients for dinner. You remembered your agreement with your husband that today the both of you were going to cook together.

After the shopping was done, you headed to the Dawn Winery where Diluc was waiting for you. He had already cleaned the kitchen and prepared what he could. You’ve placed the paper bag with ingredients on the counter as you spread your arms, inviting Diluc for a welcome hug which he gladly accepted. You stayed like that for a little longer, him enjoying the closeness he always missed.

It was beautiful to finally see the man feeling appreciated. He still needed a lot of reassurance, though. After what he has been through, he can’t let anyone he loves so much leave his side anymore. You were like treasure to him, someone whom he would always protect and take care of. He was devoted. Actually, really devoted and committed to the relationship. Most people wouldn’t necessarily describe him as a romantic person and truth be told, his stoic demeanor might suggest that. However, he tried his best to make you smile and happy, usually in the most subtle ways. You could notice he never forgot to greet you with a kiss in the morning or how he would gently hold your hand when you were nearby. It was the little things for him, mostly in the comfort of our own home, away from the sight of others. He didn’t need to show everyone you were his nor did he need the approval of strangers. All that mattered to him was the truth of your feelings.

Cooking the dinner today was entirely his idea, he thought it would be a great bonding experience and quite honestly, he loved your cooking, mostly because it was made by you. The love and effort that was put into a dish mattered more than the rich flavour or a skillful technique used to make it. It was special because it was made with care and hope that he will like it.

After pulling away from the long embrace, Diluc shot you a smile. It wasn’t that rare to see him smile, it was a part of the mask he would put on for the public but seeing him smile so happily and most importantly, truthfully was the best you could see.

He grabbed your hand and led you closer to the counters. You pulled out all the necessary stuff. You were going to make a “once upon a time in Mondstadt” (Diluc’s special dish). He watched you with eyes oh so full of love as you did tasks as mundane as preparing the meat for the meal.

He approached you from behind, putting his strong hands on yours as if he was leading you with them. You could feel the warmth gleaming from his bare hands, he was comfortable enough around you to take off his gloves, besides, he loved to feel your skin on his. It was so simple, yet so intimate.

You weren’t doing anything special but you felt like a royalty, so lucky to have him and so lucky to enjoy the time together. “This… is what love is about, right?” you thought to yourself.

You spent such a great time cooking the dish together, your laughter and sounds of endless conversations filled the mansion’s walls. When the meal was done, you’ve brought it to the table which was set by Diluc earlier. The white tablecloth was dotted with red rose petals and a few candles waited to be lit. Cliche but still cute, you could tell he’s put a lot of care and thought into it. You sat down and enjoyed the meal together. Diluc would sometimes reach his hand to meet yours, feeling your touch, you being close to him, appreciating your looks. You were perfect in his eyes and he was so glad he could have a more romantic dinner with you. It’s always good to romanticize simple tasks and make them something more special. He appreciated your every move, even if it was clumsy, he still adored it.

It was so good, I think we might have to do this more often - you laughed as you were putting the dirty dishes away to the kitchen.

Everything for you - he said, putting his large hands on your cheeks and gently caressing them before he placed a small peck on your forehead.

You shot a quick glance to the window and noticed that the sun was about to get. Your eyes widened and got brighter.

Diluc! Let’s go see the sunset together!

You made your way out of the Dawn Winery, taking a short stroll nearby before you settled down to sit on the grass. It was a little damp but that didn’t matter to either of you. You kept looking at the sky with the biggest smile, your eyes looked so beautiful in this lightning, someone couldn’t take their eyes off you. Your joy was so amusing, how a person could get so excited by something that happens everyday. Diluc quietly placed his hand on top of yours which you gripped, giving him the little thumb rub to show affection. He then averted his gaze from you, directing it at the scenery before him. It really did look beautiful, how the sun basically painted the nearby trees and such with its colors.

He was so happy to share this moment with you, just the two of you. As soon as the sun set, he could feel a playful push on his shoulder and there he landed, fully on the grass. He couldn’t help but laugh at your joyful shenanigans and pulled you closer into a kiss. As you pulled away, you placed your hair behind your ear, looking at your husband laying there underneath you. He actually looked so happy, he got everything he missed. It wasn’t long before you found yourself on the grass, now the red-haired man being the one more in control. Both of you giggled as you messed around with each other, just enjoying the company. You grabbed a strand of his beautiful hair and he reached to you once again, smiling before you could feel his lips on yours.

Can we kiss forever? Can we stay like this… forever? - you could hear Diluc ask after he pulled away.

You’ve placed your arms around his neck, giving him a smirk.

I really want to spend the rest of my life by your side - you said.

Do you promise? - he asked, sticking out his pinky finger - Pinky promise?

Pinky promise!

You know you can never break these, do you?

I wouldn’t dare.

Diluc took your hand, helping you get up. While you were tidying your clothes, he asked if you would like to walk around a little more. You agreed and the both of you proceeded to take a stroll near the winery, holding hands all the time during the process.

I’m so tired - you said after entering the mansion and taking off your shoes.

I’ll make something warm for you to drink before you go to sleep, it would be a shame if you caught a cold - your husband said with care.

You sat yourself on the couch, wrapping your body in a blanket, waiting for the hot beverage to arrive along with your portable heater, aka Diluc.

He came back to you after a while, holding a cup with hot chocolate and a plate with homemade chocolate chip cookies he has made before. Who would’ve known Diluc was so good at not only cooking, but also baking? He handed you the cup and placed the plate on the table.

Would you be so kind to let me in? - he asked as you laughed at his polite tone.

You lifted up the blanket, letting the red-haired man snuggle underneath it and wrap his arms around you. The fireplace was also lit, the glimmering light and Diluc’s loving embrace made you feel instantly warmer.

You kept taking sips of the hot cocoa and tasting the cookies. This is what home tastes like. You could feel your cheeks lighting up whenever your husband would give you a peck, not sure if he was trying to get your attention or just shower you completely with love. Nevertheless, it was beautiful.

After a while, Diluc could feel you drifting away to the dream land in his embrace. He carefully lifted you up from the couch, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He made sure to carefully tuck you in without disrupting your sleep. After getting ready for bed, he lied down next to you, taking a look at your sleepy expression before gently kissing your nose. He reached out to turn off the light and pulled you close into his embrace once again.

Goodnight, love - he whispered even though you couldn’t hear it.

[momoliee]

Oh the absolute romanticism in 2ha

Two paths crossing under a Haitang tree in spring, watching the fireworks light up the night that one New Years eve, never worrying about being sick cause the other will stay up day and night nursing you back to health, a welcome back message written across the sky for the entire city to see, feeding your significant other under the eyes of an entire hall, confessions while floating in the sky right by the full moon, pinkie fingers interlocking, a first kiss in a forest right next to a townsfolk play, kisses stolen under the rain, the world collapsing before you but you hold each other - ready to leave together...

[downbytheouterbanks]

Happy Place (Rafe x reader) pt 3

part 1 & part 2

The second Sarah walked into her room and caught sight of you sitting cross-legged on the floor, with the same confused look that you had when she was teaching you how to use a tampon, she knew it was go time. She immediately mirrored your position and sat cross-legged in front of you, her presence made you somewhat snap out of your daze.

“Honey, what’s got your panties in a twist? Do you need a lesson in Diva Cups now?” Sarah joked, trying to lighten your mood so you would open up to her. She was successful has she earned a soft chuckle from you. Sarah had her hands placed on her knees and you grabbed them, holding her hands in yours as you looked at her with the most serious expression she had ever seen grace your face.

“Sarah, I’m going to tell you something and you have to promise to not get mad at me and unfriend me because you are my best friend and also like my only friend on this island and  I would spontaneously combust if I didn’t have you in my life.” You let out while holding eye contact with Sarah.

“Why would I get mad?” Sarah asked as she quirked her head to the side, not understanding your urgency.

“Sarah I need you to say you won’t get mad and promise me.”

“I won’t get mad, I promise, here,” She takes both of her hands from your grasp and holds out her pinkies to you, “double pinky promise.” She says with a comforting smile. You lock your pinkies with hers, dramatically placing a kiss on both of your hands, complete with a “MWUAH” after each kiss. “Now spill, missy!”

“Okay, so remember when we were younger and we talked about how in all the cheesy romance movies we used to watch, every couple had like a moment? You know like the moment they realized they have feelings for each other?” Sarah nods her head, signaling you to get to the point. “Well, I think I just had a moment.” Sarah’s eyes went wide and she gasped.

“Oh my god, with who?”

You took a deep breath, not happy that you have to admit it out loud since she couldn’t piece the puzzle together, “With Rafe.” Little did you know it was at that moment that Rafe was walking by Sarah’s room, and at the sound of his name coming from your voice after what just happened between you two, how could he not eavesdrop?

For the first time in her life, Sarah had no words to say. And that made you panic, launching into a word vomit explanation.

“I mean it’s not like I came onto him or anything and he didn’t come onto me either! It’s just you were still in the shower and my sunburn was bad and I needed something to put an end to the fire that I was feeling and I could reach my back to put the aloe gel on myself so I asked Rafe and he didn’t mean to see my tits, that was my fault I didn’t see the mirror! But he looked away really fast and then everything was fine until he breathed on me and I think I moaned? Not like because I wanted him or anything-GOD NO! It was just he breathed on this one spot and then it felt good and then the next thing I know, he’s helping me put my shirt back on and then we are just kinda holding each other and I thought I was just thinking but I said something out loud and I REALLY WISH I HADN’T because honestly, I don’t think I can look at him the same-” and with that, Rafe decided he didn’t need to listen anymore, he backed away from the door, retrieved a bottle of whiskey, and retreated back to his room, which he did not plan on leaving until you were gone. What Rafe didn’t hear was how you finished your ramble.

You had continued on to say, “like I think I’m attracted to him but I don’t want to pursue anything if he doesn’t feel the same way and especially not if you aren’t cool with it.” As soon as those words left your mouth, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath.

“You really had a movie moment with him?” Sarah softly asks, and as you open your eyes you are met with a look of hesitation and doubt from your best friend. “How do you know?” You look around the room, trying to formulate your next words.

“This may or may not make sense but like when he held me like so close to him and then I looked him in the eyes, it was kind of like everything was still like I was absolutely paralyzed but like I could feel butterflies everywhere.” There is a moment of silence after you say this and you still refuse to meet Sarah’s gaze until she gives your hands a squeeze. When you look at her, she has a soft smile on her face which you return.

“That sounds really special,” She says and all you can do is sheepishly nod, “but like my brother, really?” At that, both of you get lost in a fit of giggles. When the two of you finally catch your breath Sarah hesitantly asks, “So what are you gonna do?”

“I mean in all honesty, I didn’t really think that far because I don’t want to mess up our friendship or my friendship with Rafe.”

“(Y/N),” Sarah says in a serious tone, “I don’t think there is anyone else on this planet who could balance out my brother. As long as you don’t ditch me for him, I’m okay if you want to see where it goes. I mean you said you had your movie moment and that is something that we have both been dreaming about, what kind of friend would I be if I made you miss out on that?”

Sarah and you still had chick flicks to watch and pizza to eat, however, so any business with Rafe, you promised would wait until the next day. When the morning rolled around, you and Sarah lounged about in the kitchen, Sarah making her famous banana pancakes (they’re only famous because it is the only food she can make from scratch), patiently waiting for Rafe to be lured out of his room by the smell of breakfast so you could talk to him. Ten am quickly turned to eleven am and Rafe still had not made an appearance from his room, you were starting to get anxious because you promised your parents you would be home by noon so you could help your mom get ready for the gala that was being hosted at the country club later that evening.

“Maybe just go knock on his door? He could still be asleep.” Sarah suggested as a last-ditch effort, you were starting to panic and feel that maybe you over-romanticized everything that happened in your head, maybe he didn’t get those same butterflies that you did.

“Okay, wish me luck.” And with that Sarah shot you two thumbs up before you made your way up the stairs, your pace slowed as you approached the door, trying to prepare yourself for every possible situation. When you finally found yourself standing in front of his door, you took a deep breath and then knocked, “Hey, Rafe, sorry if I’m waking you up but I… I uh just wanted to talk to you. I wanted to talk about what happened yesterday.” You waited for any kind of response and when nothing came, you knocked again, “Rafe? It’s (Y/N).”

On the other side of the door, Rafe laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was debating. Should he just ignore you? Would you go away if he just stayed silent? He decided to see how his silence would play out. You tried knocking one more time and even tried his doorknob but he locked it last night so it didn’t budge. After trying the door he heard your footsteps retreat, “finally”, he thought to himself.

You grabbed your stuff from Sarah’s room before making your way back down the stairs and into the kitchen to tell Sarah. She tried to tell you that maybe he had his AirPods in or she also assured you that he could be a REALLY heavy sleeper sometimes, but you just took it as a sign. You thanked Sarah for having you over and gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door of the Cameron house, saying that you’ll text her when you get to the gala tonight so the two of you could meet up because even though her parents weren’t there, Sarah and Rafe still had to go and represent the name.

Your walk home consisted of you trying to talk yourself out of the romantic fantasy you had built up in your head, trying to cushion the blow of rejection. It’s not like you liked him for that long, right? It’s been maybe ten hours since you started feeling something towards him. Maybe it’s just a harmless attraction. He is hot, there is no denying that and you have never been in that kind of contact with someone you found attractive before, so maybe your brain just shut down when he touched you? That could happen, scientifically speaking, right? By the time you crossed the threshold of your house, you were emotionally drained from all your inner monologue and you despised your attraction to the male species.

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You finished slipping on your heels as your mom appeared in your doorway, “Hey, sweetie, are you sure you want to drive separate?”

“Yeah, I just want to have some time to myself to mentally prepare for this. Plus, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last at this thing.” Your mom nods and lets you know that they were leaving now and would see you there.

Your parents left and you got up to approach your mirror, your emerald green gown complement your complexion and the freckles that had begun to pop up all over your skin from being in the sun. You felt elegant, the shape of your dress was classic and the fabric draped over your skin. You felt sexy, the dress was constructed with a deep-v showing just the right amount of cleavage and with a deep-v that left your still sunburnt back exposed. You felt free, the dress held you in above the waist without constricting you, and then the skirt held excess folds of fabric that could billow in the wind and expose your entire right leg from the well-hidden slit.

You couldn’t wait to see what stunning outfit Sarah had chosen so you sent her a quick text as you made your way out of your house letting her know you should be at the country club, ready to dance to crappy music and eat flavorless food in about 15 minutes.

Sarah was waiting for you outside, a stark white gown adorned her figure, making her sunkissed skin stand out. She dorkily pretended to be a paparazzi, using her hands to mimic taking pictures of you as you made your way to her. You shook your head and giggled before mustering up the most dramatic model strut, and when you finally got to her she yelled, “pose for me!” You just giggled at her antics and linked your arm with hers, and she led you through the crowd inside the building, introducing you to people who you didn’t already know, but more importantly, leading you to the buffet outside.

Sarah and you made your way outside, the large patio of the country club had the food buffet on one side and the open bar on the other, separated by the dance floor littered with people of all ages acting as an obstacle between the two necessities of the night. Upon seeing the food, the two of you wasted no time, desperate to see what sustenance there was, on the other side of the dance floor by the bar, your entrance was noted. Rafe stood with Topper and Kelce, “eyeing what company was up for grabs tonight,” as Topper had put it.

Rafe’s eyes landed on you the moment you had stepped outside, he sucked in a breath, stunned by how gorgeous you looked. Topper had also taken note of your entrance, “Damn, that new girl is something else. Did you see the slit in her dress? What I wouldn’t give to run my hand up her leg and-”

“Topper, watch what you’re saying, she’s my sister’s best friend.” Rafe cut him off, jaw clenched.

“Oh damn, she’s been hanging with Sarah? Lucky you, man, I mean look at her!” Topper exclaimed gesturing to the buffet area where you and Sarah now stood, “Like she has such a nice rack on her-” Rafe clutched his whiskey glass tighter, “I could just imagine how perky they would be-” Rafe clutched his whiskey glass TIGHTER, “I just want to like get my head right in there y’know? See how hard I could get her-” Rafe’s grip on his glass was fatal, it shattered in his hands, causing Topper to stop his rambling and turn to him.

“What the fuck, man?” Was all Topper could let out before Rafe decked him.

“I told you to watch what you’re saying, man.” Rafe had grabbed Topper by the shirt and now held him close enough that he got spit on Topper’s face as he said those words through gritted teeth.

“Well, you should have said that you were pussy-whipped instead,” Topper said as he pushed Rafe off of him. That was the moment everything went to shit.

You and Sarah’s heads had whipped around to the bar at the sound of the glass shattering and at the moment Rafe punched Topper, THE FIRST TIME, you began weaving your way through the mass of people keeping you from him.

You had lost sight of the fight as you navigated the crowd, you just kept praying the sounds of brawl would stop. When you finally broke through on the other side, you let out a relieved sigh as a group of people tore the two guys apart.

“Rafe?” You timidly let out, biting your lip as soon as his name left your mouth.

His head snapped over to where you stood, your face was ridden with concern, he watched your eyes rake over his body, almost as if you were doing damage control. When your eyes came back up to meet his, you saw shame swimming in his pretty blue eyes.

You spoke, again, but this time more sure of yourself, “Rafe, wanna come with me to get some air?” He nodded his head and you approached him, signaling the guys who were restraining him to let him go. You held out your hand for him to grab and then you wordlessly led him from the stunned crowd of onlookers and out to the parking lot, as you approached your car you used your free hand to grab your car keys from the pocket in your dress. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go to open your passenger side door for him and then heading around the car to the driver’s side. You put the key in the ignition and started the car, music from the radio flooded the space and the air conditioning blasted a much needed cool breeze onto the both of you.

You just sat there, your hands resting on the steering wheel, looking forward, you didn’t know if you should look at Rafe or not. Taking a deep breath in and out, you moved your right hand from the wheel to the gear shift and put the car into reverse, when Rafe spoke up, “What are you doing?”

“I’m driving”

“Why?”

“We can’t sit in the parking lot anymore.”

“Why?”

“You’re hurt and bleeding and need to be cleaned up.”

“Oh.”

“I was honestly expecting you to say “why”, again. You have a really good impression of a 4-year-old, you know that?” You heard him chuckled softly at your remark and quickly stole a glance at him as you were driving, a soft smile sat on his bruised and cut up face. Silence washed over the two of you, again, the only sound was coming from your car, the blowing of the air conditioning, and the soft hum of the radio.

“You just drove by my house,” Rafe pointed out the car window and looked at you, puzzled.

“Yes, I know. You’re coming back to my place.” Your answer was met with a sigh from the boy in your passenger seat.

“You know you don’t have to do this, I’m a big boy who can take care of himself.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his response.

“Well, one, I would think that a BIG BOY would know not to get into fights with someone who seemed to be his best friend. And two, I don’t trust you to be alone right now, you are being far too quiet which means you have a whole bunch of emotions stirring up in you.” Rafe scoffed at your words before responding, “You don’t know what happened and you don’t need to care about me.”

“You remember you owe me a favor, right?” Rafe hummed in response to your question.

“Well consider this me cashing it in, do me a favor and just let me care about you, okay?” You say as you pull into your driveway, putting your car in park and getting out, moving around your car to get the door for him, he laughs at this as he gets out, “Wow, (Y/N), I didn’t know you were such a gentleman.”

“Whatever, come on, punching bag, I have a first aid kit in my bathroom.” You say and as you hold your hand out, again, for him to grab, allowing you to lead him to your room.

When you open your door to your room, you don’t think much of it. It is the same room your have stayed in every summer for as long as you can remember and he has been in here before, but when Rafe crosses into your room he stops in his tracks, bringing you to a holt. You turn around to see him looking everywhere, taking it all in, “Wow,” he breathes out.

“What?” You looked at him confusedly.

“It’s really your room now like it reflects you and who you are now, it’s not just the stereotypical summer beach house room.” His gaze finally shifts back to you, you’re still holding his hand and a sweet smile graces your face.

“I guess I never thought about it that way, now come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” You tug him along, again, dropping his hand as you get into your bathroom to reach for the first aid kit in your cabinet before patting the counter and stepping back, motioning for him to sit on it. He obliges and you open the first aid kit, laying out everything you need next to him on the counter. Rafe watches as you step between his thighs and gently grab his hands in yours, inspecting the one that once held a glass of whiskey, you wince, “Rafe, there’s a piece of glass in your hand, doesn’t that hurt? How are you so calm right now?” You grab a pair of tweezers to retrieve the glass from his skin and as you set your focus back on his hand he responds, “It doesn’t hurt when you’re holding it.”

You feel your face flush, “Okay, Romeo, you might want to rethink that,” you say as you use your tweezers to pull the piece of glass from his skin. He hisses from the pain and lets a few expletives fall from his lips. “Shhh, shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” You try to soothe him, you use one hand to tend to the wound left behind by the glass and the other rests on one of his knees, your hand giving it a soft squeeze and then absentmindedly letting your thumb rub side to side motions. He places his free hand on top of your hand that rests on his knee, “oh, sorry,” you say and take this as a signal to pull your hand away but he quickly dismisses you, “no it was nice, keep doing it, I just wanted to hold your hand.”

“Oh, okay, but I need it for a second to put a bandaid on this cut. Who is your favorite Scooby-Doo character?” You say as you hold up your box of Scooby-Doo bandaids.

“Velma.”

“Huh,” you say as you search in the box for a Velma bandaid, “I pegged you as a Fred kinda guy, he’s the man with the plan and suave with the ladies.”

“Yeah, well,” Rafe responds as you open up the bandaid, “Velma reminds me of you so she’s my favorite.” He states softly in a matter of fact tone.

“Oh.” Was all you could say as you gingerly placed the bandaid on his cut before you carefully bring his hand up and place a kiss with a quiet “mwuah” on his now Velma protected wound.

A quiet giggle escapes your lips, and his, as you place his hand down and move your attention to his next injury to tend to. “Hey, (Y/N/N)?” Rafe quietly asks. You hum signaling him to continue. “Would you, uh, kiss all of my boo-boos? My mom used to do that.” You look up at him with apologetic eyes and nod at the blushing boy, you remember his mom, she was easily the kindest person you had ever met. So you continued on in silence this way, you cleaned the cuts that scattered his knuckles and then leaned into him to clean the few cuts that were scattered on his face. First, you cleaned the one on his cheekbone, then the one above his eyebrow, placing a chaste kiss to each spot.

You looked at the last cut you had yet to acknowledge, the cut on his bottom lip. Rafe looked at you, he knew what you were staring at and he broke the silence, “I’m all cleaned up now, (Y/N/N),” he tried to ease whatever you were feeling but you just shook your head, you knew he felt your hesitation.

“No, I don’t want you to get an infection or anything like that,” you assure him (and maybe yourself) as you grab the washcloth and run it under the warm tapwater one more time. You lean into him and gingerly dab at his lip.

“(Y/N/N)?” Rafe mumbles.

“Why are you talking when I am trying to clean this giant-ass cut in your lip?” You say somewhat exacerbated, and lean back just enough so you can look him in the eyes. His face flushes and he averts his eyes from meeting your gaze.

“I just was gonna say that you have a really cute concentration face.”

“Is that all?” You ask as you start to lean back in, he nods, and you bring the washcloth back up to his lip, dabbing at the cut a few more times before going to lean back from the very close proximity you had found yourself in, placing the washcloth down. You’re about to move completely from your position between his legs when you remember his words from earlier. A flush overtakes your face and Rafe notices, “what?” he inquires with his eyebrows raised and his lips parted. Before you can talk yourself out of your moment of confidence, you lean back into him, your faces mere centimeters apart, you move your gaze from your focus on his lips up to meet his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He whispers, following your lead and leaning in so your noses touch.

You lean, lips grazing his as you whisper, “kissing your boo-boos, Romeo.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him press his lips against yours, desperate for more, and you were tempted to give in, but you pulled back which elicited a groan from the bruised boy on your counter. You brought your hand up to his cheek and he leaned into your touch as your thumb gently stroked his cheek, he brought his hand up to cradle your face in the same manner, you bit your lip, trying to suppress the grin that his touch brought to you. He noticed this quirk of yours and traced his fingers down your face and traced along your lip, making you release the bite you had on it, “don’t hide that pretty smile from me.” He now held your chin in his hands as you smile at his comment. You slowly retract your hand from the place it has found cradling his face, which brings a frown to his features but you just place a peck to his lips as you grab his hands in yours, giving them a slight tug before you drop them from your grasp you back into your bedroom. You sit on your bed, leaning against your headboard as you watch him slowly make his way to you, climbing onto your bed. He shimmies his body about on the bed, making you laugh, “Hey don’t laugh at me I am trying to get comfy, and it’s hard to do when you’re sitting up like that! What do you think you’re doing? We just kissed, it’s snuggle time.”  

You shake your head at him, but he just continues to look up at you from his position laying sprawled out on your bed. Rafe lets out a small cheer as you slink down on the bed, the two of you lay there for a moment, just laying down and looking at each other before you lean in and place a kiss to his forehead, to both his cheeks and then to his lips, your hands reaching up to comb through his hair making a content hum come from him, “babe, I’ll play with your hair if you lay your head on my stomach.” He smiles as the two of you adjust, you laying on you back while he scoots down to rest his head on your stomach, his hands playing with the tulle of your dress, “I like that,” he says before you even have the chance to run your fingers through his sandy blond locks. You giggle, “like what? I haven’t even touched your hair, yet.”

“No, I liked you calling me “babe”.”

“I can do that, right?”

“I would think so, you’re my girlfriend now, right?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know about that. Only if you’re my boyfriend now.”

“Okay, I would like that very much.”

“Babe.” You said, liking the way it rolled off your tongue.

This prompted Rafe to prop his head up on your tummy, “what?” he asks.

“Oh, nothing I just wanted to see if it worked.”

“You know there are a few other things that we can see if they work.”

“One step at a time, babe.” He giggled and then moved his head back to its previous position so you could continue playing with his hair.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he spoke up, “so like does this make me your favorite Cameron sibling, now?”

a/n: so that’s all folks, i wasn’t planning on doing any more parts to this story, i hope you enjoyed it! it is my first fic so i would really appreciate any feedback you have! also a huge shoutout to angie, i would not have written this without her support ((:

taglist:

@myjjbaby @drewswannabegirl @prejudic3 @starkeybaby @spicybluelays @fav-imagines  @spilledtee  @pookie-cleary  @little-ms-awkward @babygurlbarnes  @drewsephsmiles  @junkiemuppettxx

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Ishqbaaz Liveblog 10: Shipper Villain Arrives

Hello hi everyone,

New week - new liveblogs! My stance on IB and my actual hook to IB is their interpersonal relationships. Especially of the Obros and Annika Saahil. What I am not into is Annika Shivaay (I love some of their scenes much later when they’re just wholesome beans). It’s really a small moment at the end but I’m afraid it won't be pleasant to watch. Still, I love Dadi and Jhanvi SO MUCH. 

Also - I love Omkara so far. His journey is very nuanced. 

Ab, back to liveblogs! 

- JWB

Episode 10: “Shipper Villain Arrives”

- Cool, the Oberoi drama continues with Tej and Pinky pro batwaara and the rest of the family being NOOOO

- Again, Pinky married the wrong bro. 

- Cool, now Om also is traumatized by the thought of batwaara. 

- Dadi… yes, hold everyone responsible. 

- Oh no, Dadi, going sentimental won’t help in front of your selfish son and other daughter in law. Tej would be happy to kill you if that meant batwaara could happen. 

- Arrey yaar every now and then this show has taken it to make Dadi cry.

- DID DADI DIE, oh wait no, she’s sitting in darkenss alone. 

- Oh Shivaay, being a good grandson to his dadi. 

- And there Shivaay, taking the whole responsibility of the Oberoi khandaan on his head.

- If he wasn’t such a dick to Annika he might have been one of my favorite ML. 

- Ah, poor Om, still reeling from the shit Pinky said hours ago.

- oh oh what is shivaay checking for. Is he checking for drugs? 

- ah, om, bechara. You know im surprised how well they’ve shown om and his addiction issue. 

- shivaay is actually a good brother too. What makes him terrible to the one woman he might love?

- ah, so Annika left the safe key at Oberoi’s. I’m afraid phirse drama hone waala hai.

- there, Shivaay is flash backing to the much deserved water splash and Annika is rightly angry at him. 

- lol Annika, did you not watch IPK? If you plan to go anywhere for one minute without drama, that ain’t happening. 

- YAAR THIS SHOW HAS PLANNED ON KILLING DADI WITH EITHER DEPRESSION OR FRIGHT - I’M TELLING YOU. 

- Yo who’s this weird aunty? 

- Also, what’s with villains hiding behind patli trees?

- I’ll die laughing if its Rudy trying to be spooky.

- LOLOLOLOL, I CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE. 

- Dadi, aapki khoon main hi locha hai. Your sons are weird and grandsons are weirder. 

- LOL, I’m dying at Rudy being surprised that waking Om at the middle of the night led to being slapped. What did you expect Rudy?

- Om, as usual, is pissed and annoyed at Rudy’s “8 hours” long relationship. 

- Rudy, are you sure you wanna ‘save’ Shivaay from Tia, lol. 

- Yes Om, you’re right, Rudy’s IQ is in single digits. 

- Hehe, Om covering up Rudy’s weird roaming around for candle—

- Ok I’m laughing like anything right now, the bros indulge Rudy SO MUCH.

- Shivaay am I agreeing with you that this is weird?

- Lol, they’re praying to angels to fulfill Rudy’s wish. Hehe, Rudy isn’t that dumb. 

- There, Shivaay feeding his hungry little ruffians. 

- Rudy is kinda important for the family - he is the healer. 

- AYE HAYE ADVERTISEMENT SHURU!!!!!!!!

- This time the three bros are advertising together for… Masterchef? 

- Om & Rudy. - we’re here to eat and dance. I don’t know who made our profiles here.

- Shivaay - finally ONE place where my profile should be. Why isn’t anyone agreeing?

- Lo, Dadi is here and going to be all senti about her potas. 

- Hello random villain. Are you saying that Oberoi mansion doesn’t have security and anyone can play with the fuse? 

- Isn’t the fuse supposed to be at an inner part of the house. 

- LOL, this random villain is also a shipper? I BET ANNIKA AND SHIVAAY WILL MEET IN THE DARKNESS AND HAVE AN O JAANA MOMENT. 

- Wow Tej. One villain recognizes the other. He immediately knew that someone did the short circuit on purpose. Kya baat. Makes me think that if Arnav’s dad was alive, would Mr. Malik immediately sniff out Shyam Manohar Jha since both are ek khet ki mooli?

- Wait, Pinky, if you WERE sleeping then how did you understand that the lights went off? Ugh, ignoring Guggi.

- Yes Jhanvi, you and your sons and nephew are the only ones dealing with the light situation properly. 

- WHAT DID I SAY!!! ANNIKA ARRIVED AT THE HOUSE WHEN IT’S DARK. SHE AND SHIVAAY WILL MEET. 

- Damn, maybe I am Devi Maiyya in this show or Chitragupt? 

- Oh damn, I just remember Annika has a phobia of darkness. Oh shit, really worried for her. 

- DUDE DO THEY FORGET PRIYANKA ALL THE TIME? DID SHE DIE OR SOMETHING? WHY ISN’T SHE PICKING UP THE PHONE?

- How does anyone and everyone enter Oberoi Mansion aise hi? What’s with rich people and chindi security? Like they want to get murdered/looted?

- OFC SHIVAAY ANNIKA HAD TO MEET. Are the villains the true shippers in stories? 

- WHAT DID I SAY. WHAT DID I SAY. 

- I’d kinda buy into the moment of them meeting in the darkness cause darkness is romantic and Shivaay is wearing a black kurta *haye* but if he wasn’t such a dick before and if they had a bit better moments then perhaps…

- oh no, he’s gonna walk her into the pool

- omg no Annika peeche toh dekho!!!!

- Shivaay if you drop her into the pool then ill drown you in Ganga river myself.

- ok he’s gonna drop her. I’m preemptively angry. 

- OMG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

- BURN HIM TO-- wait what, why did Shivaay also go into the pool??? That to full--

- wait shivaay, you aren’t looking like a good person now. 

- you’re kinda creeping me out. Why did you get into the pool with her? 

- CALL THE POLICE! ANNIKA PEPPER SPRAY NIKAAL, I’M NOT GETTING GOOD VIBES. WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGGGGGGG

- Still like Annika’s costume though. 

- The End -

Hmm, I have incredibly mixed feelings about this. It’s obviously a highly sexualized moment - with the dark lighting, pool, both of them wet, intense staring and so on. What Shivaay does to her here, is exactly what Arnav did when he threw Khushi off a floor. Highly inappropriate things to do. And the only reason I could go through Arnav throwing her off a floor is because: it was in public space, the moment was neither romanticized nor sexualized and there was no Rabba Ve. So I’ll probably ignore the Shivaay and Annika until we come to the wholesome parts :) 

[femmeformidable]

@sunnyshubofmuses​ said: "Hey Rarity? I... need some advice. What do... what do you think I should get Pinkie for Valentine's day?" (From Sunset Shimmer)

   Somebody is asking HER for gift advice ? And for Valentine's Day, no less ? Right away, her mind starts running wild. She can think of just about one thousand one things she'd personally ADORE to receive on Valentine's Day. In her mind's eye, an image of her Prince Charming already comes swarming up, holding a gift box out to her. When she opens it, rows upon rows of bonbons shimmer up at her; and in the middle, shimmering the brightest of them all, a big, beautiful, 100-karat diamond ring. After all, what girl could possibly resist ?

   ❛ Why, diamonds, of course ! You can never go wrong with a diamond. ❜ Snapping out of the daydream, she promptly catches herself. ❛ My apologies, did you say PINKIE PIE ? ❜ She deflates with disappointment, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. ❛ In that case, I would like to rescind my former statement. I believe a big, heart-shaped cake would serve the purpose just fine. ❜ She admits, sighing deeply at Pinkie's lack of romanticism. Oh, to be a hopeless romantic, all alone on Valentine’s Day.

[moskaisley]

fear and loathing

gif: @pedroispunk​

pairing: javier peña x reader

rating: NC-17!! explicit!!! this is literally porn!!! if ur under, 18+ go away.

warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, crime, SMUT MSUSTMSUMUT

word count: 2.9k

summary:

“Oh, maybe I was a little too wild in the 70s Back down to earth with a lounge singer shimmer Elevator down to my make believe residency From the honeymoon suite Two shows a day, four nights a week Easy money”

In the years before Agent Peña was shipped to Colombia, he spent his time lost in the lights of Las Vegas, entangling himself with the lounge singer of the Flamingo Hotel and Casino.

a/n: aka me romanticizing my own city knowing it’s actually a piece of shit town. i would highly recommend u listen to star treatment by arctic monkeys bc i had that record on repeat while writing this :) enjoy space cowboys!

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The neon lights of Las Vegas were so bright they could burn skin with sin. 

People called New York the city that never sleeps, but the Big Apple couldn’t hold a candle to the mirage of chaos situated in the heart of the Mojave. This place was hotter than Hell and the citizens were like snakes, hiding from the beating sun at dawn and slithering out to hunt at dusk. The city was designed to overwhelm its “guests” with temptation. What happens here, stays here: an empty promise disguised as a secret. People talk, and the name had its own proud implication.

You didn’t have to say what you got up to in Vegas, everyone already knows.

The year was 1979. Javier Peña sat in a smoky lounge of the Flamingo, eyes lazily trained on a suited piano man playing away on stage.

He’d never come here willingly, but the DEA had him sent to Sin City investigating its suspicious abundance of every drug under the sun. Though Bugsy Siegel and many of the mobsters were long gone, the mafia still held Vegas by the balls. Their influence was atomic, going so far as to halt Metro in making any sort of move against them. Javi noticed it immediately on his first day in the office; the officers on the force only ever responded to petty crimes and traffic violations. Any call involving suited men and blow were brushed off and away. When Javi confronted one of the detectives, he only laughed in his face,

“Their lawyers are too good, Peña.”

It was only when Javi took a walk down to a shitty convenience store for a pack of cigarettes did he realize the state of the city. He saw a group of kids who couldn’t have been older than 22, high off their ass and stumbling along the sidewalk. He did his best to ignore them, but the group suddenly got louder as a girl was tripping over her heels into the street, an oncoming car only seconds away. He acted quickly grabbing her arm and pulling her flush against him, Rolls Royce tearing down the road, horn blaring at the two of them.

“You saved my life there, Mr. Mustache,” she cooed, “How could I ever repay you?”

When he looked back to her, he tried his best not to cringe. Her pupils were so dilated, he was surprised her eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets. Then, he saw the white powder off the corner of her nostril and his stomach turned. She cackled at him, and he pushed her back to her coked out friends.

Javi learned two things that night: Vegas has horrible drivers, and anyone who came close to this town rotted from the inside out. 

He figured that, in order to make any progress here, it would have to come from Hell itself. If he stuck around long enough, maybe he’d find something amongst the fields of ringing slot machines and gaudy carpet.

“Lose all your money already, son?” A voice drew him out of his thoughts. He turned to see a sharply dressed older man.

Javi faked a smile for the sake of being polite, “No, not yet. Maybe in a bit.” 

The man chuckled and sat in the leather chair to the left of him, “You should stay. They’ve got quite a show coming up.”

Fancyman bristles beside him reaching inside his breast pocket. The little bag that he pulls out is unmistakable. The high roller notices his stare, “It’ll be especially good with a little bit of this.”

Javi cocks an eyebrow at him and waves him off, “No thanks. I think I’ll just stick with these.”

He gestures to his pack of cigarettes on the small table.

“Suit yourself,” the man settles. He takes the powder on his pinky and snorts it into his nostril.

Javier holds back on rolling his eyes and instead leans into his seat. He pulls a cigarette to his lips, settling in for this magnificent show that Fancyman promised. He rifled through his leather jacket for a lighter, but nothing turned up in his pockets. 

“Let me get that for you,” a new, sultry voice whispers into his ears.

Heat creeps up his neck as a hand splays itself across his chest, tracing the exposed skin under his black button up. A golden zippo in perfectly manicured fingers appears before him, flickering to life with a tiny flame. He leans in and takes a drag, acutely aware of the lips inches away from his ear. 

“Speak of the devil,” he nearly forgot about his company for the evening, “if it isn’t our little songbird.”

“Always a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Hughes,” Javi is strangely disappointed to hear the voice had drawn away, “Who’s your friend here?”

He turns around to introduce himself, but his name dies in his throat when his eyes catch yours. You could easily be a movie star with your bright red lipstick and perfect waves of hair. His mouth goes dry when you round the corner of his chair and sit on the armrest, lighting your own thin cigarette and storing away your zippo in your fur coat.

“I don’t know, darling, but I think he’s in love.”

“Is that so?” Your perfect lips form a smile as you curl them around the filter, “What’s your name, lover?”

He coughs into his sleeve in an attempt to prevent his voice from rising three octaves.

“Javier,” he says, “It’s just Javi, though..”

Idiot. 

“Javier,” he could get drunk on the way you say his name, “Well, just Javi, could you hold onto this for me?”

His breath hitches when you slide the coat off your shoulders, revealing your body in a silk black strapless dress and a gold necklace with diamonds spilling onto your collarbone. You all but throw the fur onto his lap and stamp out your cig in the ashtray in front of him. 

“Enjoy the show, lover.”

-

Describing you as a “songbird” was a serious understatement. Javi found your voice fucking heavenly with the way it crooned out some old torch song from the 40s. He wasn’t the only one who felt this way; sober or not, the audience hung onto every note that left your lips and the room was at your command. Your smooth, honey-sweet voice melted through one melody to the next. Soon enough, you were thanking everyone for coming out and wishing the crowd a lovely stay at the Flamingo.

And then your eyes met Javi’s once again, and blood rushed to his ears.

Eyes glittering mischievously, you point directly to him, “This last song is dedicated to that man right there.”

The spotlight whips away from the stage, landing directly on Javi’s chair. He tried his best to remain stone cold, jaw clenched and dark eyes boring into yours from across the room. But his embarrassment was quite literally on display as he shifted uncomfortably under the white hot heat of the light behind him.

“Just Javi was kind enough to hold onto something very special to me,” you purred into the mic, “Please give him a round of applause.”

Thank God, for your coat. Had it not been there, the world would’ve seen the way Javi’s cock strained against his jeans.

He finally let out a huff of relief as the spotlight left his back and veered its way back to your place on the stage, your last song starting. Javi was quick to scramble for another cigarette. He looked at the coat in his lap, pausing in contemplation. His eyes darted between the fur coat and yours as you began to sing again.

“I found a place

Full of charms

A magic world

In my baby's arms....”

His hands slithered their way to the folds of the coat on his lap, dipping into the pocket and pulling out the golden lighter. He flicked the sparkwheel, a tiny fire illuminating his the curves of his face as he kept his steely gaze on you.

“Her soft embrace

Like Satin and Lace..”

Javi took a long drag, nicotine setting his chest aflame. Your black dress ripples along your legs as you cross the stage. You’re smooth in the way you pull yourself onto the grand piano, lying down and arching your breasts upward as you belt out the lyrics, shooting a dazzling smile to him.

“Wondrous place”

-

“Excuse me, miss? There’s someone here to see you.”

“Tell him he needs to get in line.”

You see Tom, the baby-faced stagehand, bristle in the reflection of your dressing room mirror. He’s heatedly whispering with the person next to him. You always felt bad for giving him the chore of turning your suitors away.

And while you expect Tom to close the door and leave you in peace, he presses on.

“He-uh-he says he has your coat, ma’am.”

Your lips curl into a devilish smile, and you turn to your sweet blushing assistant.

“Oh, send him in then. He’s okay.”

The kid obeys, pushing your door further open. The man you’ve had your eyes on all night walks through, your fur coat wrapped along his forearm.

“What a lovely surprise, Just Javi.”

You watch him in amusement as his Adam's apple bobs in his neck. You relish in the paralyzing effect you have on him.

“I just came to return this,” his voice is tight as he tries to return your fur to you. You don’t miss the way his eyes trail over your body; your black stage dress was replaced by a cream silk robe loosely tied at your waist.

“Sure you did,” you tease. His jaw clenches. A small laugh spills from your lips, “Tom, could you give us a bit of privacy?”

Silence follows after the door shuts closed. You cross the room to stand inches before him, raising a hand to caress his cheek. The other rests on the coat in his arms. His ragged breathing is music to your ears. 

“You were great tonight.”

“I aim to entertain,” you rub your thumb over his cheekbone, “Thank you.”

He clears his throat, voice growing low, “That was a pretty mean stunt you pulled out there.”

“Not a fan of the limelight, Javier?”

“No, not particularly.” 

A coy smile creeps on your face when he leans in closer, lips parting in an attempt to catch yours. You slyly dodge Javi's mouth, and it connects with the crook of your neck instead. In his frustration, he bites down hard. A satisfied mewl escapes you.

“You’re driving me insane,” he huffs against your clavicle.

“What can I say?” he pulls away to look at you with wild eyes, “I like to play with my food, Javier.”

Chest heaving, Javi throws the damn coat onto the plush velvet chaise behind you. His strong, calloused hands are at your waist, feeling the curves of your body and pulling you closer towards him. You giggled in delight at his touch and your hands flew to clutch the back of his neck, fingers entangling themselves in his hair. You squeal when he goes to grab your ass, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his torso. He makes his way over to your vanity, and with a sweep of his right hand, he pushes off the contents of the table to the floor. Javi sits you up against the mirror, and takes your face in his hands.

“Let me kiss you, mi amor.”

Your body swells with warmth. You didn’t plan on kissing him, but the way his accent echoed in your ears made you dizzy. Your hands drop to the opening in his button up, and you pull him in, lips crashing together. He shudders against you, tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You let Javi in with fervor, huffing against his lips. Your fingers work their way down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt. They come back to his shoulders, desperately pushing his leather jacket off his shoulders. Javi’s hands leave your face and shrug off both his garments onto the floor. Your face flushes with heat at the sight of his bare chest. He pushes himself closer between your legs, and traces his right hand towards your inner thigh. His other hand pulls the bow at your waist and your robe spills open revealing your naked body.

Javi groans at the sight before him, and his hand palms at your breast.

“Fuck, you’re stunning.”

“Take a picture. Lasts longer.”

“I intend to do way more than that, cariño.”

Your heart flutters when he pulls your vanity chair in front of you and takes a seat. He spreads your legs out wide, hooking one of them over his shoulder. You hold your breath as he kisses along the inside of your thigh. Two fingers come up to your dripping pussy, massaging against the folds and spreading them open. His fucking tongue traces against your opening and you nearly cry at how good it feels. Javi drinks in every part of you as you squirm under his mouth like any parched man would in this desert. He moves his lips upward to suck gently on your clit, and inserts two fingers into you. 

“Javi!” you croon, “Javi, baby, it feels so good.”

“Yeah? Sing it for me, sweetheart. I love hearing your voice.”

You gasp when his digits curl inside you. You wrap your hand in his hair, and pull him back up to face you. He’s still pumping into you when he stands from the chair, and your leg falls back onto the table. Trouble flickers across your face as you reach down and grip his wrist. You pull his fingers out of you and take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue and tasting your cunt on his tips. 

“Shit, baby,” Javi grunts and uses his free hand to pull you flush against his hips. You moan at the feeling of his cock through his jeans. He presses his forehead against yours and removes his fingers from your hot mouth. Your deft hands fly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. You claw at the waistband of his boxers, dipping your soft hands below to palm his thick cock.

Javi’s eyes shut at the contact, cursing under his breath when you wrap your fingers around the tip and squeeze.

“I knew I was gonna fuck you the minute I saw you,” You shift under him to whisper in his ear, “I’m so glad you don’t disappoint.”

“How?” Javi is barely holding it together, head spinning as you slowly stroke his shaft, “You couldn’t even see my face in the lounge.”

“No, I couldn’t. But I saw you in the lobby,” you push down his underwear and his cock springs out, “It was just my luck you came to see me.”

You pull him into another searing kiss, dick still in hand. His heart races as you rub him along your wet entrance. He leans forward and his arms pin themselves beside your head against the vanity mirror. He thrusts his length fully inside you, and the sound you make is ungodly. Your tight cunt is so warm and tight and he begins to move faster. The slapping of his torso against the back of your thighs reverberates around your dressing room, and your vanity table shakes with every push into you. Anything remaining on your table shifted and fell to the floor with the rest of Javi’s clothes. 

He pulls his hands away from your mirror, and he presses them into your shoulders for stability. His lips move from yours and attack your neck, sucking at the supple skin below your jawline.

You let out a strangled mewl, but chide “Not on my neck, lover. I’ve got a show tomorrow.”

Javi nearly whines in frustration and pushes you backwards, forcing you to arch your chest into him. He kisses along your sternum instead, sucking down hard and marking you with a purple hickey between your breasts. The sight riles him up further, and he plows into you faster.

“Fuck, Javier, I’m gonna cum!” 

“Look at me, mi amor. I wanna see you,” he tilts your chin upwards with his finger.

A wave of pleasure washes over you and your lips are chanting his name as you ride your orgasm. Javi has his own shortly after you, cum spilling into you and leaking around the sides of his dick. He pulls out of you and leans against the table, arms flexing next to your legs.You sit up and kiss the corner of his mouth. Pushing yourself off your vanity, you push past him and bend over your chaise lounge, shuffling through your forgotten coat. You turn back to Javier leaning against the armrest and you light one of your slim cigs. You take your first drag and pull it from your lips, offering it to him as you exhale. When he goes to take it from your fingers, however, you abruptly tug at his arm, throwing him onto your chaise. 

His bewilderment made you chuckle, “What are you doing there, sweetheart?”

Your mischievous smile returns as you twist the cig in your fingers, 

“Hold onto this for me, Javier.”

You stick the filter into the corner of his mouth as you straddle his legs, and you peel off your robe to reveal all of yourself to him.

“I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay,” you coo as you lick your lips “but I don’t think I’m quite done singing for the night.”

You were no songbird. You were a siren. A succubus. Like everything else in Las Vegas, you would take and take and take and leave nothing but dry bones and dust in your wake.

.

a/n: disclaimer: las vegas is actually lame as fuck. 

but i hope u liked the very basic history lesson i peppered in there anyway haha. fun fact: the lawyers for all those mobsters actually became mayor at some point. 

the song mentioned in this fic is wondrous place by billy fury! 

the title is totally ripped from fear and loathing in las vegas! because we love references.

idk if there’s gonna b another part for this?? mayb if y’all rly want it i have a few ideas but after this i want to focus back on to migraine. lmk if u like it!! bc it was actually fun just writing about a place i know. hope you all enjoyed!

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thanks for reading! see u space cowboys <3

- leo

[violin-and-schoolwork]

fate (joshua ff)

A small present for @hearteu33!

Inspired by @huisoons (via Twitter)

Words: 1796

I do not own the AU, Joshua, or Jess!

The red string of fate was a thing Joshua heard about constantly. His friends constantly fussed over the crimson thread that was looped onto their pinky fingers, musing over who their soulmate could be. While Joshua did occasionally fantasize about who it would be, he didn’t spend every waking moment obsessing over it.

He did wonder if meeting his soulmate was as glorious as people made it to be. Yeah, it was magical but there was always that fear that he’ll follow the string only to watch it get cut off or even worse- never end. Although he never knew what that would mean.

The first time he truly watched someone meet their soulmate was the first time he met the other members of his soon-to-be group. He recalled walking into the room, seeing a gaggle of guys all awkwardly shuffling around in a room when someone behind him entered, before shrieking like a pelican and collapsing. Soon, he would find out that Seokmin’s string had led him to another member, Jihoon.

He did appreciate and congratulate and enjoy seeing them be happy with each other. Occasionally, he could feel his string tug lightly when he was touring abroad but it wasn’t anything to worry about too much. He always was there for his members when they would burst into their dorm, their stunned soulmate dragged after them and scream about how they found the one.

Soon it was just him and Wonwoo, who somehow didn’t give any flying hoots about the bright string. It was peaceful night too, when Wonwoo told him that.

“It’s not like I’m avoiding them,” Joshua sighed, running his slender fingers through his hair, “I’m just unsure about what it’ll be like. What if they don’t like me? What if they’re dead? What if they don’t exist at all and this just exists for the sake of existing?”

Wonwoo grunted, glancing up from behind his spectacles, “Don’t talk nonsense; they exist alright. Be real, you have millions of fangirls around the world. Odds are that it’ll end up being one of them.”

He nodded, mumbling a word of thanks. Still unconvinced, he excused himself and head out into the streets, wanting to clear his head a little from the whole soulmate thing in general. Many students and young adults crowded the streets, chattering and snacking and doing whatever they do these days. His serene eyes glanced at how happy they seemed, too young to know what it was like to be so unsure. Too young to realize how romanticized all this was.

Wonwoo’s words kept tumbling in his brain, despite his efforts to push them away. He was probably correct, like always. He recalled the ways his members gushed about what it was like meeting their soulmate. How their strings practically dragged them to their beloved, how beautiful it all was, how happy they were.

You’re jealous. Jealous that they’re happy and you aren’t.

He stopped walking. No, why would he be jealous? He scolded the voice in his head. He was truly joyful for his fellow brotherly members; he had no reason to be jealous.

Stop lying. You had your chances to search for your soulmate but you threw it aside to be an idol.

Joshua tuned the voice out by humming a simple tune, in hopes that these scary thoughts would stop plaguing his already tired mind. And in that distracted moment, he felt someone bump- no, crash into him, knocking both of them over.

“I-I’m so sorry! It’s just that my string went crazy and I- Oh my god…,” the other person frantically apologized, leaping off of him and quickly scooping up her fallen belongings before her string caused her to crash into Joshua again.

“I-It’s fine… Are you alright?” He asked, seeing her hold her head in pain from the impact. Before she could answer, he felt his thread tug him hard into her. Soon enough, the two of them were sprawled out onto the street while passerby just giggled knowingly and walked by.

“So… uh… looks like you’re my soulmate,” Joshua awkwardly laughed, helping them up. Only then did he get a clear look at her face. The way her eyes sparkled despite the situation, the way her hair practically embraced her flawless face… He was a goner.

He would have kept staring if it weren’t for the strangled noise that came from his soulmate.

“Oh my god… Oh my god oh my god…!” She squeaked, covering her face with her hands the moment she laid eyes on him.

“Oh, don’t be scared! I won’t hurt you… What’s your name?” He politely asked, trying to coax her out of her panicked state.

“T-There’s something wrong… There’s no way that I’m your soulmate,” she managed out, before Joshua grabbed her hands gently and pulling her into a hug, hoping that his warmth would calm them. It seemed to have worked.

“Jess. You can call me Jess,” she murmured after recollecting herself, sheepishly smiling, unable to hide their euphoria.

“Jess, huh? It’s a pretty name fitting someone as pretty as you.” - This time it was him that ran excitedly into their dorm with Jess in tow. It was dream like, finally being able to love someone for sure, someone he could fuss over as much as she fussed over him.

He loved returning home after a long day to be greeted by a big grin and a welcoming hug and he adored surprising her with gifts, ranging from flowers to a dinner out. He wouldn’t swap that surprised expression that melted into pure happiness and love for anything.

And the cuddle sessions they had, curled up and basking in each other’s presence… He cherished the way he could nuzzle into her and murmur all the ways he loved her and hear her giggle in response and smooth his hair out in the way only lovers could.

As for that pesky string that started all of this… He enjoyed peeking over his shoulder whenever he was in the practice room to see it snaking out, knowing that on the other end would be Jess, the sunshine of his life and the only person that could make his heart race in the special way that it fluttered whenever he saw her. -

That day. He could remember it vividly, as much as he didn’t want to. The more Joshua tried to shove it far far away, the more clearly it would come back and taunt him of how useless he was when it came to the inevitable of this world.

And he despised it with his entire being. He loathed the fact that all he could do was reel in shock and just try to deny the hellish reality of finding his utopia, only to have it snatched away so quickly.

“Joshua! Joshua, you have to hurry!” Jeonghan wailed, kicking the door of the room he was practicing in down. Before he could protest, Mingyu and Seungcheol filed in, practically picking him up and throwing him into a car and speeding off.

“W-What happened? Is everything alright?” He hesitantly inquired, fearing the worst when he saw Mingyu’s paling face, Jeonghan’s averted gaze, and Seungcheol’s sloppy driving as they sped to wherever he was being whisked off to.

“It’s Jess,” Mingyu sighed, breaking the rising tension. Joshua felt his heart plummet towards his stomach and his ears started ringing like wild as Mingyu continued.

“There was a kindergartner that strayed into the street while their teacher was busy tending to the other kids and… and… there was a bus that turned to corner and didn’t see them…,” Mingyu scrambled to explain, “So Jess ran out and shoved the kid to the other side and…”

“She’s in the hospital. If we’re lucky,” Seungcheol growled, his eyebrows furrowed with worry, “She’ll make it. She’s a strong girl. And you need to be strong for her, Jisoo.”

It normally would have felt weird to be called by his Korean name but in this moment, it seemed so awfully trivial as his head swam. He felt as if someone had wrapped their hands mercilessly around their neck and would not let go, leaving him to suffer and choke.

And it grew worse when he saw her, soaked in her own blood, unconscious and oblivious to it all on the hospital bed as doctors and nurses and whatnot surged all around her. His eyes flickered uncomfortably from her to the monitor that displayed her faltering heartbeat.

He held the glistening string that bound the two of them together like a lifeline. It was a lifeline. He whispered hushed prayers, desperate to keep his one and only on this world, with him.

And then, just like a slow motion movie, he saw the string suspended in the air and Jess and nothing else. He could have sworn he saw her give the faintest hint of a smile before the thread disconnected and slipped off her finger, leaving him standing there clutching the remainder of the snapped thread in complete horror.

You couldn’t save her.

“Shut up shut up shuT UP!” He shrieked, clutching his head.

She’s gone. You’re all alone.

He fled the place, despite the panicked voices of the others, unable to contain his shock and grief and sorrow and knowing that the voice in his head was correct. He could do nothing and he was now alone.

He may have feared finding out that his soulmate was dead when he was younger but this… This was much worse. - “You should eat,” Chan’s worried voice called out from behind his locked door. Joshua didn’t bother to respond. He had spent days curled up in a blanket that smelled of Jess, facing the wall as his trembling hands held onto the cursed red string.

“At least take care of yourself if you’re going to mourn…,” Chan called out again, “Please. We’re all worried sick about you.”

Silence.

A small sigh ensued, “I’ll leave some food outside your door. Eat it if you can, okay?”

He could hear footsteps scuffle before pausing again.

“Hyung… I’m always here to talk if you need to, okay?” - No one knew whether he recovered or not. Not even he himself knew, despite having stepped out into the daylight again. He tied the remainder of the crimson thread tightly onto his throat, as a memento of Jess and as a reminder to hold things and people he loved close, lest he wanted to feel that anguish again.

The public would never know why he wore it all the time. They just assumed that it was a mere trend of his.

But when the cameras dimmed and the fake plastered smiles came off, that would be when he would truly feel the pain of the red string of fate.

[catie-does-things]

Please tell us some reasons as to why The Dark Knight is a garbage can; I am ready to learn

Objectively there probably are worse superhero movies, but TDK is a pretty bad one that is in no way deserving of the level of popularity it has.

Reason #1: Deceit as HeroismKeeping up a double identity means there’s going to be a certain amount of deception on the part of the heroes involved in most superhero stories, which always need to be handled carefully. But TDK throws caution to the wind and embraces lies as heroic in themselves. The film’s conclusion is that sometimes people deserve to be lied to “for their own good”, if the truth will cause them pain. And we’re not talking little white lies either: Batman and Commissioner Gordon conspire to lie to the people of Gotham about Harvey Dent, holding him up as an uncorrupted hero when they both know that he died a homicidal madman, and Alfred chooses to lie to Bruce about Rachel’s decision to marry Harvey so that he can continue to live with the fantasy that she would have chosen him. In both cases, the film tells us that the comforting lie is morally superior to the uncomfortable truth.

The best that can be said about this is that the sequel deconstructs it. In TDKR, the lie about Dent is shown to have enabled the continuation of Gotham’s systemic dysfunction as well as taken a personal toll on Gordon, and the lie about Rachel is shown to have enabled the continuation of Bruce’s personal dysfunction. Ultimately, the truth has to be brought to light on both counts.

But TDK on its own gives us no indication of this, and the “hero we deserve but not the one we need” dichotomy is almost always read entirely straightforward.

Reason #2: Bat Man Pain

All three installments of the trilogy suffer from this to some degree, but TDK is where it’s most fully on display. The death of Rachel Dawes is a textbook, unimaginative case of fridging, the one thing that could pose a serious stumbling block to the hypermasculine and otherwise untouchable and infallible Batman. Except, in the end, it doesn’t hinder him much at all, thanks to Alfred’s lie, which allows him to soldier on with his romanticized fantasy of Rachel, the Rachel who was still waiting for him, the Rachel who never actually existed.

Yawn.

Reason #3: Civil Liberties Are Being Trampled On In Your City

With both the Bat Brother sonar tracking system and Batman’s “enhanced interrogation” of the Joker, TDK clearly wants to be the movie that “goes there” with ethically questionable tactics. Except with the latter, it barely questions it at all, and even the former, which Lucius Fox voices his objections to, is given a quick pass as being justified in the circumstances. The self-destruct built into the sonar system doesn’t really mitigate this, nor does it address the underlying question of whether Batman has the right to spy on people at all. The device was built at Bruce Wayne’s pleasure and destroyed at Bruce Wayne’s pleasure, with no accountability to anyone else.

TDK: the movie where violating civil liberties is okay as long as you pinky swear to only do it just this once.

I don’t have a problem with the movie “going there” per se, I just find what it does when it actually gets “there” to be really underwhelming.

Reason #4: Ledger’s Joker is Insufferable

TDK Joker is not funny. TDK Joker is not scary. A good Joker is both, and TDK Joker is neither. Ergo, TDK Joker is not a good Joker.

Oh, he tries to make you think he’s funny, but wanton violence and nurse costumes are pretty uninspired comedy. There’s nothing clever about his attempts at humor. Likewise, the movie tells us that he’s a terrifying threat the likes of which Batman has never faced before - a man with no plan, who just wants to watch the world burn - but what it shows us is another run-of-the-mill ideologue supervillain with a point to prove who thinks that killing lots of people is the best way to do it. Putting the people of Gotham through an elaborate real-life trolley problem is not something done on a whim or for no reason - it’s a meticulous effort to make a grand statement about human nature - and the Joker even admits as much.

As with the movie’s underwhelming statement on surveillance, this disconnect between what we’re shown and what we’re told about the Joker just makes the whole thing come across rather pretentious - a movie so busy telling us that it’s Cool and Edgy that it forgets that in order to be either it needs to actually have something worthwhile to say.

These are my reasons. Admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve seen TDK (because I don’t like it), and if I were to rewatch it (which I won’t), I could probably go into more detail and give further reasons. Like I said, objectively, there are probably worse superhero movies, but I can’t think of one that is so universally lauded as this one, which only moves it further down in my subjective rankings.

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Divisive economics

  Guest author David Brin — scientist, technology consultant, best-selling author and futurist — explores the records of Democrats and Republicans on the US economy in the following post. For David’s latest posts, visit the CONTRARY BRIN blog. For his books and short stories, visit his website. And don’t miss David’s latest article, Maddow, Mueller and the dems push a dare at McConnell.

  Divisive economics

Courtesy of David Brin 

Let’s step away from politics…. till the end of this missive… and look instead at economics:

Fiscal Management

The Evonomics site — where Adam Smith would post, today — offers this: Economists Agree: Democratic Presidents are Better at Making Us Rich. Eight Reasons Why.

The difference is stunning and inarguable… an average of 4.4% annual growth vs. a piddling 2.5%… and it has been consistent across 70 years. How to explain it?

The eight hypotheses offered here are interesting and consistent with modern economics. (Which “Supply Side voodoo” is not.) But #7 will resonate with what I have been saying to so-called market conservatives for years:

7. Fiscal Prudence. True conservatives pay their bills. From the 35 years of declining debt after World War II (until 1982), to the years of budget surpluses and declining debt under Bill Clinton, to the radical shrinking of the budget deficit under Obama, Democratic policies demonstrate which party merits the name “fiscal conservatives.”

Now, in fairness, a cogent Republican would answer: “Hey, weren’t there Republican Congresses during some of that time?” Yes, and that actually mattered once – during the anno mirabilis year 1995, when Newt Gingrich corralled enough GOP support and negotiated with Bill Clinton to give us both Welfare Reform and the Budget Act. We almost got a third miracle, when the bipartisan Danforth-Kerrey commission proposed a compromise Entitlements Reform package that would have secured our finances for decades while ensuring every American child got health care.

We know what happened then. Led by Dennis “friend to boys” Hastert, the Murdochian Republicans rendered the Danforth kind extinct, ending all semblance of adult politics in America. (And Newt knuckled under, instead of fighting for America.)

Proof that Clinton, not the GOP, merits credit for the Clinton surpluses is simple. Those surpluses turned red almost overnight in 2001. What changed politically? A shift in the White House, not Congress, Cause-and-effect. Subsequent Republican Congresses were the laziest in U.S. history, passing almost no bills and holding few non-Clinton-aimed hearings, except for eagerly passing Supply Side tax cuts for the uber-rich. But that’s another matter.

Alas, this list is incomplete. The best hypothesis for why the economy does better under democrats is left off is my addition:

#9: Under democratic presidents, regulators act to enforce the rule of law. That’s the chief function of the Executive Branch. And when there is a democratic president, his appointees actually try to make the duly legislated laws of the United States function in the best manner intended.

Yes, there are anecdotal examples of that being a bad thing! But negative in general? Dig it. Across 6000 years, all flat-fair-competitive markets were destroyed by cheaters (mostly feudal lords), until the recent invention of regulatory law… As recommended in Wealth of Nations. As we see in professional sports, you only get competition that is flat and fair when there’s regulation.

Yes, it is conservative dogma that all regulation’s bad! (On occasion, regulation can be cloying, as with the industry-captured ICC and CAB — the examples relentlessly cited by Ayn Rand — which were eliminated by… Democrats.)  But is faithful execution of duly-enacted U.S. regulatory law negative in general? The actual evidence – both from 6000 years and the last 70 or so – suggests that the dogma is just plain wrong.

Oh, see this important Evonomics article, too!  “Want to Kill Your Economy? Have MBA Programs Churn out Takers Not Makers”. Why has business education failed business?” If we and Russia were truly friends, we’d send them half our MBAs. Both economies would skyrocket!

And this Evonomics piece about Wall Street parasitism. These are the heirs of Adam Smith.

The ongoing civil war

One of our best essayist-historians avows that “The American civil war didn’t end. And Trump is a Confederate president.” Yes, I’ve been saying similar things about a resurgent Confederacy for almost two decades. In this case, Rebecca Solnit proposes that we’ve been fighting the same Civil War for 158 years. Moreover, the Confederacy has now accomplished what it never could in the 1860s, taking Washington.

Ms. Solnit further ascribes this phenomenon to a broad loathing of modern trends by White Males. (Though, indeed, weren’t they a majority of those who fought and died under the Blue, in earlier phases of this conflict?)

Most of you know my version of this is a bit more broad — that this “civil war” is a clash of culture going back much further, to the 1770s; it ebbs and surges in phases and we are now in Number Eight, a particularly nasty one that could go “hot” as described in Sean Smith’s novel “Tears of Abraham.”

We agree (as always) far more than we disagree. Still, as a Social Justice Warrior – albeit a brilliant one – Ms. Solnit can only see this ongoing conflict in terms of racism and sexism. Those certainly play major roles! But as historical psychologists have long known, the deepest undercurrent of confederate culture is romanticism — a tendency to clutch voluptuously resentful delusions and pledge fealty to a lordly caste.

In the 1770s that caste was the British monarchy and aristocracy that made Southerners more loyal to the Tory cause, and made them deeply abusive toward the Scots-Irish, deemed as sub-human. In the 1860s it was fealty to plantation lords. Today it is a fast-rising world oligarchy that red (gray-confederate) Americans far-prefer over the Union’s favored elites — men and women of skill and knowledge and productivity and science. That has always been a key divide: meritocratic achievement over inheritance and blood. Nazism was a notoriously romantic movement.

(An aside, one can understand the Gray Grudge better if you look what happens to small towns every June, after High School graduation, when the best and brightest quickly scurry off to blue universities and cities and all that impudent meritocracy-stuff. This annual trauma has been going on for more than a century, feeding an underlying simmer of hate, as we literally steal their children.)

This is not a zero-sum disagreement with Ms. Solnit. Attributing confederatism to embedded romantic culture does not excuse racism, sexism and all that! My explanation should only strengthen our resistance to this chronic, 250 year-old American affliction. See my earlier missives – Phases of the US Civil War…and about how phase 3 (1852-1860) needs especially to be remembered.

We’ve both shown that the average American is more likely to act heroically in any emergency, rather than with cowardice. (Solnit’s “A Paradise Built In Hell or her latest collection of essays on American crises: Call Them by Their True Names.) I’m enough of a fellow-traveller and ally to be glad she’s out there, spreading powerfully true memes. I still think calm generalship and tactics and understanding the enemy will matter, over the long run. But yes, there are occasions when pointed fury is more apropos than mere moderate militance! I am next to you, blue kepi on my head. We need altos and tenors, baritones and sopranos singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic.

Again, libertarians wise up!

I keep reaching out to an intellectual community that some of you dismiss as “hopeless.” Because I think it is worthwhile. And so I point to obvious things.

1. Flat-fair-open competition is the greatest creative force in the universe. Sound pretty “libertarian”? Ah, but for all of time, flat-fair-open competition was ruined by a destructive force… cheating. The mighty use their wealth & power to cheat and prevent competition from below, preserving their sons’ privilege to own other peoples’ daughters and sons. Across history this always wrecked the promise. Always.

3. The Enlightenment found a tentative way out of this trap. It gradually improved 5 great competitive arenas, markets, democracy, science, courts and sports.  All are tightly regulated to prevent inevitable cheating. And cheaters innovate! Hence a need for revised or new regulations. Imagine a sporting league without rules or referees, but with massive money rewards at stake. Watch Rollerball.

3. Liberals tend to frown at the word “competition.” Conservatives snarl at “regulation.” When it is only Regulated Competition that ever worked! Yes, over-regulation can cloy or get captured. But again, who banished the captured ICC and CAB and broke up AT&T?  Replace GOP with POC… the Party of Cheaters.

4. Meanwhile libertarians have completely abandoned the “c-word” that should be their center… “competition” in favor of “property.”  Ignore that it’s Democrats who are ending the Drug War, who are taking the Law out of your bedrooms. It’s Democrats under whom entrepreneurialism always does better. That’s always. Ask any libertarian and he won’t care about any of that. The goal of Steve Forbes and Rupert Murdoch and the Kochs is to to have them hold their noses and vote Republican, because “the GOP is ‘slightly less bad”. And that’s enough.

Keep these Mensa-type, underachieving nerds ignoring 6000 years of history, Pay for some pizza and some ego-flattering meme-rants and they’ll  trust that the fast-rising conniving cabals of oligarchs won’t re-impose the great enemy of freedom — feudalism. This time — we pinkie swear we won’t!

Oligarchs are blocked from total power by fact folks and civil servants… so pour hate on those dedicated folks!

Oh, those 5 great competitive arenas, markets, democracy, science, courts and sports?  They all thrive to exactly the extent that all participants can clearly see what’s going on. Transparency. All five wither and dies amid clots and cancerous clouds of secrecy.

Rant-mode off!  😉

End to Gerrymandering?

It is within range of possibility – one could pray and hope – that John Roberts will decide to personally save America and Western Civilization and all our hopes for an advanced and decent human future. One ruling – this one – could be how his name will echo down time, either like Roger Taney or like Earl Warren, perhaps reversing the cheating that has stolen American democracy.

Yes, one of the worst gerrymanderers is Maryland… one of the last holdouts amid a wave of voter-led reform in Blue States. Watch as Obama and Holder and other top dems file amicus briefs against Maryland democrats, in part because this crime is now MOSTLY a Red cheat, of course. But also because it is an outrageous crime.

How to fix it? Past SCOTUS rulings evaded the issue, saying they could not see a simple remedy. Bull. Almost any nonpartisan commission would eliminate 80% of the travesty. But we now know excellent mathematical metrics to maximize “voter efficiency.” Moreover, I have offered a plan that answers every known GOP objection. Unlike all others, it even retains “state legislature sovereignty!” It allows one of each state’s three chambers to be gerrymandered and STILL corrects the injustice!

Miscellaneous thoughts

“Today’s (2018) Congress is dominated by party leaders and functions as a junior partner to the executive,” according to an analysis by The Washington Post and ProPublica.

On the other hand, the newly elected Congress will be younger, more female and more diverse, than ever before.

Has there been electoral cheating? See my article on Medium: Henchmen: We are watching.

Post-election, carry forward your determination to save civilization. Have a look at Lawrence Lessig’s new campaign — to end super-PACS in America.

Divisive economics was originally published on MarketShadows

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A small town in Augusta GA

It was already hot as balls in Augusta, and everything where I was at was far and spread out. When I did arrive into a town (I never got the name) it was very poor and broken. A total of one convenient store and a small seafood restaurant. I was now broke again, starting to regret leaving Brunswick. I had a job there anyway so it was something, but I’m sick. I’ve had a very nice runny yellowish shit for days, and everyday it’s getting more and more colorful. As of right now I’m pure yellow, a sign of gallbladder problem or the digestive tract working to fast, or even worse, an infection. I would’ve been fired soon anyway. I recall what I assume is my kidneys, lower back left and right side, hurting if I hold my urge to urinate for longer than ten minutes, and even urinated all over myself at one point back at the Salvation Army. Yes embarrassing, disgusting, but alarming all the same. I’m genuinely worried. This town was worse than Brunswick as far as crime. I was told that when night shines one will sleep, and was told by an older black lady to watch my back. White boys are targets. I made my approach to a local convenience store, to use the bathroom and grab a Powerade. I was very dirty, but managed to scrub much of the dirt off my face with a sink. The lady at that store bought a drink and chips and spoke with me about God. Very well mannered and sweet woman. My karma from my past deeds continued to pay off, and the habit of thanking God after a blessing such as that one in prayer was becoming quite the habit. I know He doesn’t approve of everything I do. I know the bad things I’ve done will bite me later and is usually the result of events forcing me to move on. Things I won’t say here, not until I’m stable, however I am still mostly in His favor, and I accept that this is a trail I from Him that I practically asked for. When I left the shop a man who worked in the store gave me the rest of his friend’s smokes, he said they’ve been laying there in his car for a century. Then he told me he was just like me, except he finally saved to get a ride, and was trying to save to get settled. Cool. Can’t wait to reach that phase. I stopped by a small seafood restaurant along the way, to sit and charge my phone and consult reddit. One of the men who worked at this place asked me where were I was from. He was a person who worked for this place for eighteen years, with a golden grill on his teeth. I told him that I started in Brunswick and ended up here and that’s all that mattered. He said something to me that nearly triggered another round of unending paranoia. “Bruh if I was you I would move way up north. Not everybody is yo friend man, God does everything for a reason.” Why would he say that? Is there something behind the scenes that I didn’t see? Was the entire hood in the world trying to off me? What’s going on? Those are the thoughts of my mind every time something like that happens and it wasn’t the first time I’ve heard, “God does everything for a reason.” A while back, when I had a home a man needed a way home with his old man, and asked me to drive the old man’s car because the old guy was too drunk to drive and the young thug didn’t have a license. Of course I said hell yeah, he’s got his pops with him… and I’d miss driving, and good karma. That’s just me man, the type of person who only needs to hear ‘Adventure’ to motivate him to grab his balls and say fuck it. When I was driving he said to me,” Hey bro God does everything for a reason.” “....” “ Did you hear what I said? I’m serious lil bro, think about it real long and hard as to why God motivated you to do this, it might’ve just saved your life.” Questions man. So. Many. Questions. I left to the resturant to investigate the trains with the help of Maps. Aparently I was too close to the yard, one of the train operators threw a gatorade at me and yelled over the engine, “Hey man! You better get out of here! They just called the police on you man! Go get out of here!” I walked fast off the property, and hid into a nearby wooded area. After an hour I returned to the restaurant to charge my phone, and an old woman there insisted to buy me food, but I couldn’t accept… however a drink would be nice. She seemed aggravated by the fact I wouldn’t eat, but too much help in a small town like that and someone might think I’m playing people. Another man gave me seven dollars, I swear I didn’t ask. I did accept that though, cash is cash I’d be crazy to say no. Might even give people the idea that I’m racist. Definitely don’t need that. Back to the train yard I hid in between the trains to avoid being seen. None of the trains that arrived ever went north for some reason, but I had a strong feeling that at nightfall something would head north. I left again to get another water. I was sweating something awful, and I had to stay hydrated. An interesting fact I once heard was that some people die out in the desert with water still in the bottle. These people would try and conserve their water supply but would end up dehydrating themselves in the process, laughable over a few shots of whiskey but an important note at that. I  drink nearly all I have and only saving a little to keep the mouth moist after a smoke and I find that by doing so I stay hydrated, never feeling like crap because the water hadn’t finished absorbing into my system. Remember that folks. When I finished watching the trains I found a place with a plug and wifi to jam out to music. I don’t know why I stopped listening to music like Bon Jovi, versus the same Trap music I had been listening to. Classic rock was the real me, not that stuff. Listening to it for hour rewired my brain into making myself remember what was good about me before I wrapped my head around nothing but stress, with a shot of confidence to boost my day. On the way to pick up a drink a woman and I crossed paths. Pretty attractive young woman who I never would’ve guessed was a hooker. “You got a smoke man?” “Yeah sure…” “You looking for a girl?” Instantly my mouth answered without using my brain. The thought of having a lady around for awhile would definitely make me happy. It had been a dry season for almost a year now. All of those articles about Hobos riding around with their lady filled my head with too much romanticism. “Hell yeah I’m looking for a baby…” “You ain’t got a cob do you?” (Misheard) “I ain’t got no mushroom baby I got something that’ll…” “Haha no no baby you ain’t a cop are you?” The wheels in my head began to turn. She's a sex worker. “Wha... don’t even insult me like that haha” At this point I knew getting some fruit wasn’t happening. “You got cash?” I knew I sound dumb just saying no, so I played dumb. “Oh wait, you is a… oh oh ugh… shit sorry I didn’t know. You don’t look the type you’re too beautiful.” Persuasion attempt failed :( “Aw oh my God thank you! Well thanks anyway honey you got another smoke?” It was the least I could do. At any rate I felt sorta proud to myself for holding a fluid conversation with a pretty lady like her for longer than ten seconds. Turns out, Bon Jovi cures depression. I made way to the store, it was full of like the whole fucking town. Turns out it was like this nearly every night, feeling good I decided to make conversation with the guy at the register. I was curious as to what happened to that other convenience store. Considering there was only two in the whole area, both in good spots, you wouldn’t think it would just go out of business. Nah something was off. When I asked he just said, “Stay away from there tonight one goes everyday.” Whoa. Anyway, to sum up yes I did eventually hop that train. Damn it got freezing. All that wind.I fell asleep and woke up to what I thought was a golden opportunity, a train station for people to actually ride. Mind you, before I tell you this, I had just woke up and that physics and pain part of my brain wasn’t turned on yet. The train was going about fifteen miles per hour, I figured you know… that I could just jump off into the gravel with grass right next to it, because you know I’ve done crazy shit before… I was totally complacent. And quoting an old coworker who ironically said, “In the marines they had signs in Iraq that said ‘Complacency kills’” and betting that I’d get shocked when I worked for a lighting company before anyone else. Well guess what? Next day this condescending mother fucker gets shocked a day and thrown off his ladder. Yeah he was okay, so I can say in good conscience KARMA BITCH! Anyway yeah it hurt when I landed. As soon as I hit the hit ground I fucked up my pinkie and hurt my knees. I got lucky. After about twenty seconds I got up and limped while laughing at myself out loud. I was just relieved that it was the only thing I did to myself. I limped around to see about getting myself onto a train to who the fuck cares where. I came across three white possibly english teenagers who were up to no good. They were vandalizing something they had paint, and wore all black. I talked to them for a minute to find out about the train station. Bad news. It wasn’t a train station but another yard. Fuuuuck. I felt so dumb. I checked my phone to see where I was at… the heart of Atlanta.