#or another way it could happen in my career is one could be more centered around psychological activities in schools or educational center

[garciapimienta]

You mentioned paying for it and jobs, so which one you could better build a career on or see yourself working in a bit more can also be important factors

So both actually end up giving you the same degree! Like the same title, it’s just that the subjects that conform the degree are different, so one has more subjects in one area aligned with your main professional interests and one has subjects in that area too but less and the rest are more varied subjects.

But yes, the professional opportunities of it all should definitely be a big factor.

[drabbles-mc]

Lucky For You

Tyler Owens x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, mentions of hospitals/injuries, no use of "y/n"

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: earlier tonight i lied to myself and said i wouldn't work on any new oneshots until i finished a wip. but I've been marinating on this idea since last week and i just had to write it down. just a short cute little fluffy somethin'! my first twisters fic. hope you enjoy!

You were shaking your head as you walked back over to the side of the picnic table that Tyler was sitting at. You had a beer bottle in one hand, the other resting on Tyler’s shoulder as you stepped in so you could plop back down beside him at the table.

“I’m still trying to figure out what you guys told Lily to say,” you gestured to Lily then Kate with the bottom of your beer bottle before taking a quick sip, “to get Kate to cave so quickly.” You gave Lily a playful smile. “What’d you say to convince her? Hm? ‘Cause lord knows it wasn’t either of these two,” you said as you nodded to Tyler first, then Boone.

Both men looked at you with dramatic looks of offense. “What?” Tyler asked, grin starting to curl his lips as he spoke. “You don’t think we were charming or convincing enough on our own?”

You rolled your eyes as he draped his arm around you. “No, I don’t.”

It got another wave of laughter. Tyler took the momentary distraction as an opportunity to lean in and kiss your temple. “Seemed to work just fine on you.” He reached across and stole your beer bottle from you, taking a sip before allowing you to snatch it back. “And you said yes to a way more dangerous proposition.”

You shook your head even though you were smiling, even though you could feel your cheeks warming. It was no great secret, or even breaking news at this point after the last few years you’d spent married to the ridiculous man sitting on the picnic table bench next to you. Sometimes, though, you couldn’t help the cheesy grin that crossed your face when you became a little more aware than usual of the wedding band on your hand.

“That’s different,” you said, not that it mattered, not that it helped your case at all as Tyler continued to nettle you good-naturedly.

“How’d you two meet, anyway?” Kate asked.

It was a fair question. You didn’t chase with the rest of them, never had. You’d met and fallen in love with Tyler before he decided to make a career out of it. The journey wasn’t always a smooth or easy one, but you never doubted him, or your relationship, not even for a second. Even in the hard times. A lot can happen over the course of six years, but you still clearly remembered when you first met him.

Tyler had started watching you the second he realized where Kate’s question was going. He watched the little twitches and shifts of your hands and facial expressions as you went rapid-fire back down memory lane. When you ended up with a little smirk on your face, he knew that you were all too happy to tell the story.

You took another drink from your beer bottle before just handing it back to Tyler, rather than trying to make him steal it again. “When I met Tyler, I’d say about, oh, seventy percent? Yeah, seventy. About seventy percent of his face was covered in bruises and bumps. Fractured cheekbone, split lip.” You turned and looked at him even though you were talking to Kate. “He was lookin’ real cute.”

She laughed, but you could see the mild confusion in her eyes as she looked back and forth between the two of you. “You find him after a rough chase, or…?”

You smiled and shook your head. “We met back before he was the infamous Tornado Wrangler.” Leaning forward, you braced your arms flat on the picnic table, Tyler’s hand sliding from your shoulder down to the center of your back, his palm warming you through your tank top. “They brought him to the hospital that I work at after he got stomped out by a bull at the rodeo.” You felt his fingers drumming against your back and your smile stretched a little wider. “I wasn’t even supposed to be checkin’ in on anyone in the wing he was in, but the nurse who was supposed to help discharge him had to leave.”

Tyler had a cocky little smirk on his face. “Lucky for you though.”

You gave him a look that didn’t pack nearly as much of a punch as it should of since you were grinning. “Yeah, real lucky for me that Jay’s kid got in a fight at school so he had to leave and he left you to me.”

Tyler laughed. “He was cute but I gotta say, I think you’re a little cuter.”

You gave him a playful shove, which he responded to by looping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer again. You shook his head at him before looking back at Kate. “Anyway, as I was saying. I go into his room to talk through some of the paperwork with him, and with one eye practically swollen shut still this man right here is tryin’ to get my number.”

“Actually, if I remember right—”

“You were concussed into next Tuesday—I doubt you remember much of anything right.”

“If I remember,” he repeated with a laugh, “I was actually tellin’ you that you should just jot my number down from my patient forms so you could call me sometime.”

You looked at Kate with a feigned nonplussed look. “Told me somethin’ about making a ‘house call’. Real bold for a man who was about half an inch away from some serious brain damage.”

“Probably what gave him the confidence to ask in the first place,” Lily piped up with a laugh.

Everyone was laughing, and listening. Kate might’ve been the only one in present company who hadn’t heard the story before, but it wasn’t as though it was something that the two of you were constantly rehashing all the time. The two of you usually kept the retellings amusing enough anyway, allowing the rest of the crew to throw in their two cents even though they hadn’t been there when it all started. After all, Tyler might’ve been the one you met first, and under some pretty dire conditions, but you’d been around to help out the rest of the team plenty of times since then. Whether you were making sure they were all alright after a rough chase, or meeting up with them in the towns that had been blown through to see who you could help even if you weren’t off the clock. You might not have chased with the rest of them, but you were still part of the team.

“How long did it take for him to wear you down, then?” Kate asked.

 The shit-eating grin on Tyler’s face grew tenfold. He lightly bumped his shoulder against yours. “Go ahead. Tell her.”

You dropped your forehead so that it rested on top of your forearms for a moment before looking up and at Kate again. “I gave him my number after I pushed him to the lobby in his wheel chair.”

“Doctor’s orders, by the way,” he interjected with a shake of his head. “I didn’t need it.”

You rolled your eyes but kept going. “He was pretty persistent the whole way down, so I told him if he still remembered my name and number by the time his fractures all healed up, I’d meet him for a cup of coffee or somethin’.”

“Cup of coffee ended up bein’ a split six-pack and a failed bonfire at her cousin’s place, by the way,” he added on with a chuckle.

“Yeah, and your lip still wasn’t fully healed.”

He smirked. “Didn’t stop you though.” You lightly swatted his chest with the back of your hand but you didn’t say anything to refute his statement. “So really, what I’m hearin’, is that you shouldn’t be havin’ any doubts about our charms.”

“Sayin’ yes to a date is nothing like—”

“You also said yes to marryin’ him,” Lily added on, always happy to stir the pot just a little. “Y’know, with the ring that he almost lost in a chase.”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “If I left it at home I was sure she’d find it!”

“Yeah,” Lily laughed as she argued, “and if the chase went wrong somebody on the other end of the county would find it. Then what?”

Tyler laughed and shrugged. “Corner store sells Ring Pops.”

You had no shot at tamping down your smile. “Prob’ly still would’ve said yes, too.”

(divider by @saradika 💞)

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[madlori]

On endgames and Buck

So when I read posts about Buck and Tommy, I see a theme often repeated:

I know they're not permanent, but I love it.

Who knows how long it'll last, it's great to have it now.

I don't know if I want it to be forever, it's just fun while it lasts.

It's not endgame.

Well...

I think I want it to be. Like, seriously. What if it is? Why can't it be? They're certainly positioning it to be at least long-term. It could be the one that sticks for him. No, on second thought, I don't think I want it to be, I definitely want it to be.

And my reasons have very little to do with Buddie. It's about Buck.

In a nutshell...I want Buck's character development to not center around his love life.

I want his love life settled, so he can develop in other ways. Professionally, personally. So he can gain confidence, decide how he wants to deal with his family and the Daniel spectre, work on his insecurity, his pathological people-pleasing, decide if he wants to further his career and try to become a captain (this was touched on last season and then dropped). I want him to have plot arcs that aren't about the looming question of his romantic life.

I want him to develop from a base of stability in his relationship. And Tommy's the best candidate we've had for that yet. And before you say "Eddie," if that were to happen, we're talking another year or two of...stuff happening to get there. I'm tired. I just don't want him to have yet another relationship end so he can go through whatever sturm und drang would have to go down for that to happen. It's not worth it. I'm convinced now that it would not be worth it. (that's putting aside my utter belief that they're never gonna do it anyway)

So yeah. I'm saying it. I think they might be permanent and I hope that they are. Let them move in together, get engaged, get married. Let Buck become a father (to his own kids). Let Buck work towards more responsibility in his career with a committed life partner at his side. His character can't just be about romantic drama.

Anway, Eddie seems to be throwing his hat in the ring for king of romantic drama anyway, so let's let Buck leave Buck 1.0 behind for good and upgrade himself for the last time.

[jinnie-ret]

anti-hero

poly bang chan x hero!lee felix x villain!reader | superhero au

genre: superhero au, fluff, angst

content warnings: implied past bullying, implied anxiety, it's fluffy as well though I promise

word count: 3.6k

summary: their paths were destined to meet one way or another. it just so happens it all goes down in a way chan least expected.

header by @writingforstraykids thanks for making this my love!!

for @miuracha I hope you enjoy my lovely :)

this was part of the make miu smile event which you can find here

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The villain of the city, it was fun for you until it wasn't. You yearned to wreak havoc upon those who always judged you, made you feel like a monster, to those who managed to pierce your heart with their disgusting words that had been thrown at you with such ease. That, was your origin story. Maybe in another life you'd be living in a small cottage outside the busy day to day life of a place which was filled with cars, buildings, noise, and more cars. You wouldn't have to fret over public appearances, despite your masked form, the 'Shadow' that haunted Seoul. You wouldn't have to pretend anymore to fight against your lover, the hero who had made everyone feel safe again, feel safe just because you purely existed.

Lee Felix. A ball of sunshine. No, literally, he could blind any foes with his bright, burning orbs, torching their skin, destroying their vision, with indefinite permanence. The 'Blaze' that could never be outshined by anybody.

Oddly enough, such darkness and lightness coexisting meant that the two of you were bound to meet, bound to fight, bound to be fated together.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

News reporters from several different channels were immediately sent out in their vans once they caught word of another fight between Shadow and Blaze happening in the center of the city. And soon enough they were met with quite a rewarding sight for their careers.

Shadow was sprinting as fast as possible, slipping into dark alleyways and cursing Blaze in her mind when he managed to invade her spots and shine light from his scarred hands in order to 'catch' her.

Not long ago, she had trapped some men in a bubble of darkness before she sweeped the streets and did the same to a woman around her age. Of course, citizens of Seoul were terrified, hoping not to face that same choking, suffering and horrifying feeling of being unable to move and left to hear all of their own thoughts. Her darkness was one that nobody would want to experience.

Enter Blaze, here to save the day. Per usual, he threw on his big smile and reassured scared crowds of people that they were safe when he was there, a slight sadness in his voice that went undetected.

There to capture the chase across the city, were helicopters filming from above, the whirring of the vehicles making Shadow smirk from beneath her black veil. What an amazing show they were creating. She skidded round the corner, her shoes leaving tracks of obsidian. Small pieces of tarmac flew up, scraping the backs of her legs. Blaze was only a few feet behind her. He was running at the speed of light, perks of the job. Keeping up the act, Blaze had freed the trembling victims of Shadow's wrath, and directed emergency services towards them. They'd be fine, in all due course.

Shadow panted as she came to a hault, finding herself in a dead end of the road, construction equipment and barriers up, stopping her in her path.

"End this now, Shadow," Blaze righteously spoke, projecting his voice so that everyone could hear him.

"End what? It's such a lovely day, is it not, my dear ray of sunshine?" Shadow cackled, dark storm clouds threatening to cloak the city in its grey, velvety blanket of gloom.

"You've caused enough chaos around here!" Blaze boomed in his deep voice, cutting through the clouds and letting spires from the sun creep through and soothe the dull of the city.

"Not quite," Shadow smirked, before moving her hands round in circular motions.

She summoned decaying vines, uprooting the concrete nature of man made civilisation, and introducing it to the lives that inhabited it. There were screams of terror as people got wrapped tightly, like they were being swallowed up by the grip of a cobra's coil. Fallen. Shaking.

"Not this again, she said she wouldn't do this anymore," Blaze sighed, before boosting his form up from the ground and propelling small flames towards the vines, breaking them apart and releasing more and more people from their encaged nightmares.

"Oldest trick in the book, sweetie," Shadow grinned widely, a black tongue sticking out past her lips as she teased the villain once more.

Oh how he wished she wouldn't tease him so much, but she knew he could handle it, he supposed, and he knew she'd be able to handle the actions he was about to take.

"Shadow!" Felix projected his voice once more, "you have terrorised this city one too many times!"

And with that, he blasted her a few streets away, making sure she had wrapped herself up in her elusive, shimmering cloak before he did so.

Screams of joys and cheers erupted around the city, people gathering around Blaze and praising him before he saluted them and vanished before their very eyes. He found where Shadow was immediately, hidden around an abandoned street where they knew nobody would see them. Or so it seemed.

"Y/Nnie, you ok love?" Felix approached the dark spot quickly, a grin appearing on his face when he saw the exhausted smile of his lover.

"That was quite the show," Y/N applauded her boyfriend before they embraced for a moment, her cloak slightly slipping off of her shoulders.

"You're telling me that? You trapped more people than normal in those dark bubbles, making me work harder you are," Felix chuckled and poked her cheek.

"Gotta switch it up?" Y/N shrugged, relishing the physical contact she had with Felix, appreciating his presence. It soothed something inside of her, made her calm.

"Who was it this time?" Felix prompted, wanting to know why she had trapped those certain people. Y/N always had a reason for these things, despite what the public view was. No one would believe that the villain thought carefully about who she targeted, why would they? They saw her as a reckless heathen who didn't belong anywhere.

"Well first, there was this group of perverted guys creeping on some teenage girls," Y/N began, her fingers stroking delicately over Felix's hands. He watched her explain with full attention.

"Mm, fair, ok, and what about that girl, she was like the same age as you, I swear," Felix wondered.

"Oh, her, ugh," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You know her, love?" Felix tilted her chin up so she'd look up at him.

"Stacey Arnold, locked me in the cleaning cupboard at high school..." Y/N trailed off with a sigh. Black smoke lifted from her her hands covered in the same colour as she reflected on those torturous years.

"And...?" Felix rose an eyebrow, subtly switching the grips of their hands so that he could eradicate the air of her stygian darkness.

"Why does there have to be an and?" Y/N grumbled, still hesitant sometimes to reveal what had happened in her past. Hesitant to reveal what made her feel like a shameful being, a monster on the hill.

"There always is," Felix sang lowly, pressing his forehead against hers.

"She cut off a chunk of my hair," Y/N grumbled, kicking some stones.

"Oh no I love your hair," Felix pouted, pulling away to touch her hair and admire it.

"I'm starting to think my hair is so dry because of the heat from your hands when you're grabbing it," Y/N joked, teasing Felix about when he'd get all hot and bothered, like now, even when he was blushing.

"Wanna test that theory?" Felix leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers in the beginning of a much needed make out session.

Unbeknownst to them, was a man only slightly older than them, traipsing the streets of Seoul after the huge fight that had happened.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

Enter, Chan. He had been walking with a blue notepad in hand, pen balancing on his ear which held the weight of his clear lens glasses. Fluffy brown hair sat atop his head, a frown formed on his face as he began to think would a story of his ever get published?

Well, now he had a story alright, the city's superhero Blaze and Villain, Shadow, caught in a steamy situation.

That is, if his boss would ever believe it. He hadn't progressed as far in his career as he would have liked to, always being undermined as an apprentice despite his allegiance to the Seoul Life company for six years. Six years and he was miserable. The newspaper wasn't very popular anyways, the only way they'd catch attention would be with a controversial headline, one that sparked distasteful rumours. Well, at least he had one that would be telling the truth this time. He just hoped and prayed it would get accepted. His other articles hadn't been before.

"No, Chan, no one cares about these supposed musical injustices of artists having no rights over their own music!" his boss slammed down the typed out copy of Chan's story down on his desk in the head office. Deep wrinkles set on the man's forehead.

"People care! I care!" Chan insisted, a look of desperation on his face.

"I'm scrapping it, you need some sort of better story," his boss leant back in his chair, rolling his eyes.

"No, sir! Please don't! I really think it could-"

"Watch this, and learn," his boss's voice pierced through his apprentice's words, as he he promptly fed the shredder beside him with Chan's hard work.

"I'm sorry," Chan looked down, feeling guilty that he once again had not created a successful report for the company. He didn't even know why they kept him around anymore, probably just to collect the coffees and do the printing.

But upon this day, he headed to the top floor of the building and knocked excitedly on his boss's door.

"Yes? What is it?!" his boss called out, seemingly in a good mood until he saw Chan and frowned.

"I got you your coffee. And I've got an amazing story to go with it," Chan was firm with his words, determination and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"This better be good..."

"Another fight just happened with Blaze and Shadow-"

"I know this Chan, that's why I sent out the competent writers of this company to go and report," his boss sighed, sipping his coffee and hissing when it was still too hot on his tongue.

"Well I bet they didn't see the arch enemies of the city making out in a back alley," Chan grinned, raising his eyebrows up.

"Out of all the things I have heard..." his boss pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's true! Look I managed to grab a photo!" Chan pulled out his phone and showed evidence, causing his boss's eyes to widen.

"Well I never... I tell you what boy, we'll publish this, if you can get this story done in 1 hour we'll send it out straight away! We'll publish it online before the other companies can even think about speculating this sort of story. I think you could have us earning some good money here!" his boss, for the first time ever, smiled in front of him. And that was all the motivation Chan needed, all the motivation he needed to prove himself.

It had been 2 days since the article had been published. 2 days, since chaos erupted. Online, hateful comments were sent Chan's way, claiming he was some sick fantasist who conjured up some fictional idea that two prominent figures, although one of them very hated, were engaging in such interactions.

He felt like his life was over. And the company did nothing to defend his name, despite the fact that his boss had been so enthusiastic about the idea and what profit and benefits would come from it. Sure, they caught a lot of attention, but not the right kind. So much so, that they publicly fired Chan, and stated that he was no longer working with them.

For the first time since the publication, Chan dared to venture into the city for a bite to eat, a treat to ease his stress. It seemed, it was only more stressful for him than he could have imagined. It wasn't so bad at first, but then people started recognising him and soon enough he was swarmed in a vicious crowd of people hurling insults at him.

"You sicko!"

"This man thought he could make us read a fanfiction?!"

"What a disgrace to our country!"

"Blaze would never do that!"

"Get him!"

He was spiraling, wishing that the ground would swallow him up, or that he could go back to before he made that article and live the dull normal life he lived before. Anything better than all of this attention on him.

"Stop... stop... I'm sorry... I wasn't lying... please..." Chan cried. He begged. He needed saving.

Good thing this city has a hero.

Before he knew it, he was encompassed by a warm soothing light, blaze, you could say. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Then peace and quiet. His heartbeat that was racing slowed down, and all he could hear was the deep rumbling of someone's voice trying to calm him, and the sizzling of food frying in a pan. It smelt delicious. Perhaps this would be the bite to eat he had attempted to get.

"It's ok, hey, you're safe, don't worry, no one will know where you are, I've got you," the deep voice soothed Chan out of his trance, warm hands cradling his face and he opened his eyes to see a handsome, freckled man in front of him.

Holy shit. It was Blaze. It was Blaze that saved him?!

"Take a seat, I know, it's shocking, I'll sign your autograph later, yeah?" Blaze giggled, sitting Chan down on a creaky sofa, and wrapping him in a black blanket.

"Stop being so cocky, Felix!" a female voice called out from behind him, echoing across the room in the direction of where that divine smell was coming from.

"Give me a moment," 'Blaze', or Felix, whispered to Chan, stroking his hair gently before comically marching away. "Hey! It's not my fault people get starstruck around me!"

"Yeah, yeah! Just give the poor man some food, he's shaken up," Shadow laughed.

Wow. Her laugh was much different to when he had heard her before. It was sweet even. Who would have thought...

"Right, umm, sorry, here, eat up!" Felix fumbled over his words before handing Chan a steaming plate of ramen.

"Ow!" Chan sucked air through his teeth, wincing at how hot it was.

"Shit! Sorry! I forget how you normies are with hot things," Felix rushed, "here, use the blanket to cover the sides, won't be so hot that way."

And that's what Chan did. He used the dark blanket that had been wrapped around him to cover the bowl from scalding his hands, and took a bite of the ramen, doing a happy little wiggle at the taste.

"Told you my ramen was the best," Shadow smirked, arms folded as she leant against the wall in front of Chan, boasting at her lover.

"Never said it was bad," Felix shook his head, before turning to grab a plate of his own.

This was oddly domestic, Chan thought. No one would ever really think about the hero and the villain of the city cooking together, or having this playful, teasing bickering. It was sweet, endearing, and he longed to have that.

"Hey is that my cloak?!" Shadow put her hands on her hips, glaring at Chan and therefore sending shivers down his spine.

"Felix... Ummm, B-blaze gave it to me... I think... I'm not sure... It was all a blur to be honest... I-"

"Y/N, leave him alone. The poor guy was just calming down and now you've gone and freaked him out," Felix tutted, making Y/N realise her mistake and she dropped her intimidating look.

"Sorry... Hmm, well, I guess I'll let you get away with it, you're pretty cute," Y/N shrugged it off, making Felix smirk at her knowingly.

"Uhh, thanks? Umm thank you for the food! It's really nice! And, umm, thank you for, umm, saving me," Chan rushed out his words, making sure his appreciation was hung in the air for the couple in front of him to see.

"That's ok, Mr Journalist," Felix grinned back, taking a bite of his own lunch.

"Ah so this is the one who tried to expose us, hmm?" Y/N's face lit up in recognition.

"Ah yeah, that's me. I'm sorry, I just wanted to get a good story out," Chan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before pushing his glasses up.

"It's fine, and to be fair, I can't even get mad at you, at least you were truthful," Y/N nodded in understanding.

She really had a much warmer heart than Chan could have ever anticipated. She was being so kind to him, so was Felix. He didn't expect it, and so, he put that down to the reason why tears welled up in his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Hey, it's ok, really, don't get upset," Felix put down his food to stroke Chan's back.

"It's just... things will never be normal again, everyone hates me," Chan sniffled.

At that moment, Felix glanced at Y/N to help out.

"Oh sure, I'll help, I can relate," Y/N nodded, hyping herself up to comfort Chan as she sat on his other side and took his hand in hers.

"I-i don't know what to do," Chan's voice cracked

"You can stay with us. No-one will be able to seek you out, ok? And soon you'll be able to return to normal everyday living, people will forget about it, I'm sure. You've got us now, ok?" Y/N spoke softly, hushing Chan's cries.

"Really? I-i can stay here?" he was astonished at the idea but he had no other choice. Plus, they had been so welcoming so far.

"You can. I mean it. As long as you don't spill food on my cape again," Y/N wrinkled her nose and rubbed away at the mark.

"Oh sorry! Umm, well, please, I'd like that," Chan nodded, and Felix wrapped an arm around him to offer further comfort.

"We've got you," Felix spread warmth around Chan's body, creating this fuzzy, happy feeling.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

1 year later, and Chan was still living with the couple. But things had changed, quite massively. Not long after he had began living with them he noticed many different things, ever so observant as a past journalist. The lingering hands, the kisses on the head when they thought he had fallen asleep, the invitations to cuddle them in their bed.

When he confronted them about it, after gathering the courage to, both Felix and Y/N were very frank about their feelings, despite the latter being slightly embarrassed that she had been caught out in her tender actions. After all, Y/N had quite the reputation to be cold and unloving, but Chan knew that very day be met her, that she was the complete opposite. And to him, Felix was different from his heroic persona too. Sure, he had his arrogant moments, but it was only ever said in a joking tone, and that warmth that he had seen in news broadcast footage, translated emotionally too. They were his support. His lifeline. And he'd be ever so thankful that he found them. They even helped him find his new hobby, one he was excited to make money about.

"We're back!" Felix and Y/N called out as they entered the apartment, both of them panting. From staging another fight scene, not anything else, you pervs.

"In here!" Chan yelled out happily, sat in front of his computer.

"Hard at work I see," Y/N kissed him on the forehead, resting her own head on his shoulder to snoop at what he had been working on this time.

"Wow, you've written quite the story there, love," Felix stroked Chan's hair as he squinted his eyes to see what was on the screen.

"Yeah, well, someone paid me ₩200,000 for a commission! Insane I know!" Chan breathed out a laugh, happy that his new job could bring money into their home together.

"What's it about this time?" Felix queried with genuine curiosity.

"Well, ok, so they wanted me to write an imagine where Blaze and Shadow were best friends at school but got separated after moving different countries. So it's got this friends to lovers, reunited trope going on," Chan danced in his seat happily as he explained to his boyfriend and girlfriend about what he was writing.

"You and your fanfiction, ey?" Y/N laughed fondly, rubbing Chan's arms.

"Well, if you can't beat them join them," Chan laughed back, "plus it's fun writing these made up scenarios, especially when people want to insert themselves into the story. I know I've got the real thing. I'm so lucky," he rambled on.

"Yeah, and soppy," Y/N pulled his chair away from the computer.

"Hey! I like the compliments, tell me more!" Felix sat on Chan's lap, dragging Y/N on top of him awkwardly as they shared giggles, stories and kisses about how their days had gone.

It certainly wasn't how Chan expected his life to go. But he wouldn't exchange it for anything now that he got a taste of love, and pure compassion.

Felix was the light that shone down upon him and saved him that very day. And Y/N was the shadow that was always there for him, no matter what. It made sense didn't it? After all, such darkness and lightness coexisting meant that there had to be a third in between the two, otherwise one would feel lonely without the other.

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[jimin-bangtan]

What are Jimin’s new dreams?

Before Jimin even clarified the (below) statement he made at Festa 2021 [set to mark], I had noticed that throughout the years many of the items Jimin had expressed that he wanted to accomplish did  eventually come to pass. He seems to be very good at setting goals and working toward making them become reality.

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Years later, at this point in their career, BTS has stunned the music industry by remaining productive and relevant while being absent due to mandatory military service.  So even while being in the military, yet another of Jimin’s known dreams came true.

In 2016 in his reflective Festa profile, Jimin declared that a desire on his bucket list was to “get the daesang”.

He may have been hoping for the prestigious daesang (grand prize) for the group at that time, but it wasn’t clearly stated who he had hoped would get a daesang eventually. It could have been a wish for both him and his group separately. Or he may not have been able to conceive of him ever getting a daesang as a soloist himself at that point. With Jimin’s goal setting habit and strength, it’s certainly possible either way.

Since then, it now turns out, the group and Jimin both have daesangs. Over the years, BTS did go on to earn a record-breaking number of daesangs, but in late 2024, Jimin was the first soloist to win this particular daesang (Worldwide Icon of the Year/Fan Choice of the Year), and he was the first soloist in a decade to win any daesang in any category. He is also the first soloist from BTS so far.

Soon after the win, Jimin used one of his rare communication moments with fans to thank them for such an honor.  He was very touched and “stunned”. (Stunned? Stunned stunned. Stunned.🤭)

After another customary break of silence for Jimin, he recently wrote a letter to reach out to fans again in January of 2025. 2025 is the year he is to be finally discharged from military service, BTS is to be reunited as a group, and the group begins the new phase of their careers and lives.

In the letter, Jimin wished fans a happy new year and filled them in on how he was spending his time. He explained that one of the things he was doing was having important conversations with Jung Kook, who is serving alongside him by way of Korea’s companion program. The conversations center around planning for the future.

Jimin's current letter caused me to reflect back to the past and then wonder, “What are Jimin’s new dreams?” If you've read my Chameleon Park Jimin series (especially the more recent ones), I have already been considering some of these same questions: How will he choose to present himself on stage and in life? What will he decide to show that he hadn’t shown before? What will he no longer show that he had once shown? What kind of life will he choose to live as an adult artist in the idol world? How have he and his views changed since serving in the military?

But Jimin's current letter, along with my Festa 2021 reflection and all of his astounding and historic solo achievements, really sparked a curiosity about: What new dreams will Jimin now be aiming for?

In his song, Smeraldo Garden Marching Band, from his MUSE album, Jimin said, “Everything we couldn’t say before… I’ll tell you everything now.” In his MUSE fan song, Closer Than This, he said, “When we meet again on a spring day, I’ll tell you all the things I couldn’t before.”  Now, in his current letter directly to fans, he said he couldn’t wait to have fun conversations with fans about things that had happened. But the songs show he obviously already had things to tell that had happened before the military.  Will these new conversations shine a light on his new dreams and future plans? I’m sure all of his fans can’t wait to find out the answers to these questions and more. I know I can’t.

BTS, as a group, and now as soloists, have already achieved so much in their careers. They have reached heights and earned accomplishments that have far surpassed what others had done or in which they were the first to do so. After military service and the forced hiatus, Jimin and the rest of BTS will have so many more experiences, skills, and thoughts to share. June of 2025 cannot come fast enough. Whether Jimin shares all of his new (or existing) intentions with us, we know that he usually has interesting and exciting dreams and has the determination and ability - not to mention the support of his devoted fans - to make them come true too.

[lurkingshan]

Intergenerational Trauma Challenge - 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us

It’s winter and I’m huddled up in my house hiding from the cold weather, so obviously this is the perfect time to tackle another entry on the intergenerational family trauma challenge list. This week I finally watched 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us, a Thai drama about Wang, a young man just coming of age who is desperately seeking answers about his father’s death; Sasiwimol, Wang’s very complicated mother who does not want to dig up the past; Inthawut, his father’s best friend who has been hiding from it for years; and Siam, the black hole at the center of this story.

Before I dig into the trauma themes, let me just say that this show is excellent, if not for everyone. It has a very intentional style that makes it feel like a stage play—the writer is a playwright—and it’s basically eight episodes of very intense conversations. It’s not a romance and there’s an intellectualism in the writing that I found kept me at an emotional remove from the characters even as I marveled at how well crafted the dialogue is. And the dialogue is very important, which is why the translation of this drama is much stronger than we typically get from Thai productions—the words matter. It’s also loaded with visual metaphors and is all around beautiful to look at, and the three main performers are fantastic. I highly recommend it to anyone who likes theater, stories about complicated families, or beautiful and talented actors showing their work. And more than anything else, this show does incredibly strong thematic work and its messaging is on point: this is a story about how noble idiocy ruins lives.   

So, with that said, onto the trauma! Spoilers ahead, and I am assuming anyone reading past this point has watched the show. Some themes you’ll see in this one: taboo, denial of queer identity, homophobia, filial piety, and lots of emotional manipulation. Shoutout to @bengiyo and @twig-tea for reading this to make sure I didn’t miss anything in this complex story.

There are two main sources of intergenerational trauma radiating down toward Wang: the absence of his father, Siam, and his intense relationship with his mercurial mother, Sasiwimol. The story is structured around Wang’s determination to seek answers about Siam—both who he was and how he died. He has grown up knowing a certain story: that his parents met and fell in love in college but divorced when he was young, that his father loved him very much despite not staying with his mother, and that his father was an alcoholic who died in a drunk driving accident. Shortly after his father’s death, his mom put him in boarding school so she could focus on her career and became a weekend parent to him—as she was not around to structure his day to day life, their relationship became more about her taking him on fun adventures and spoiling him when she had time off, treating each other as best friends instead of like a mother and son, and never talking about Siam. He has always suspected there was more to the story of his parents that he was not being told, and as he has grown up, come into his own queerness, and picked up on his mother’s casual homophobia and obsessive devotion to compulsory heteronormativity, his suspicions about the secret his mom was holding became sharper. 

Enter Inthawut. Inthawut was Siam’s best friend, and with nothing to go on but a set of old pictures, Wang has an instinctual certainty that he is the key to the secret he’s seeking. And thus he engineers a way for he and his mom to “coincidentally” stumble onto Inthawut’s property and get invited to stay a few days in his isolated home, at which point Wang begins his campaign to figure out what the hell happened between Siam, Sasiwimol, and Inthawut at any cost.

One of the things I find most interesting about this story is how much the plot hinges on Wang going against Asian cultural norms in his pursuit of the truth. He is not respectful to his elders. He does not maintain filial piety and deference to his mother. He refuses to restrain his emotions. Instead, he is pushy and relentless and emotionally manipulative (all tricks we can plainly see he learned from Sasiwimol) and Inthawut doesn’t stand a chance against him. And so, because Wang explicitly acts against these cultural values, the truth comes out and the trauma is no longer suppressed. 

And in the end, it’s a simple, if desperately sad story: Siam and Inthawut were in love, but Inthawut was battling internalized homophobia and deep-seeded fear and so he relentlessly pushed Siam away and toward dating and then marrying their friend Sasiwimol. And when Siam, miserable in this heterosexual relationship he never actually wanted, finally snapped and confessed his true feelings, Inthawut rejected him and ran away to study abroad. Inthawut was running due to his own fear, but he also had noble notions of somehow protecting Siam from his own queerness and told himself that if he was gone, Siam would accept his heterosexual life. Of course, that did not happen, and in the fallout of this rejection Siam sank further into alcoholism and died soon after. Inthawut’s reaction was the exact worst fear of all gay people who work up the courage to confess to a friend they have developed feelings for: outright rejection, abandonment, and destruction of the relationship. And in his mind, he did this to Siam “for his own good,” a fairly textbook execution of the noble idiocy trope. In the aftermath, we see how Inthawut has isolated himself, part in penance, part in self-protection, and intellectualized his way to a romantic construction of his own cowardice that he tries to convince Wang is righteous.

But Wang is deeply affected by how the denial of his father’s queerness ruined his life and is absolutely not having any of Inthawut’s self-denying bullshit, and this is where things get messy, as both Wang and Inthuwat seem to start seeing Wang and Siam as interchangeable and they develop an emotional entanglement that is deeply unhealthy, to say the least. Wang wants to understand Siam so badly that he starts to be him, and Inthuwat is so desperate to address his regret and shame that he starts to see Wang as Siam, as well. Wang also uses this attachment as a way to shock his mother and forcefully bring her real feelings about Siam and Inthawut to the surface. Despite Wang’s many loud protestations to the contrary, I don’t believe that he and Inthawut actually love each other. They are using each other to work out their trauma about Siam.

And they’re not the only ones! Sasiwimol seems to have her own psychological confusion about Wang as he relates to Siam, and their dynamic is very strange as a result. She refers to Wang as dua-eeng (and has taught him to do the same with her rather than calling her “mom”), a Thai endearment that literally means “self” but is often used between lovers. They have a very physically affectionate relationship that often had me grimacing in discomfort, and she clearly sees Wang as both a source of pain—because he is so like Siam—and her one source of comfort and happiness. She is a successful woman by any standard, but she’s also desperately lonely, hanging on tight to Wang as her only companion in a way that often veers into overbearing, and deeply wounded by her past with Siam and Inthawut. It was through her own friendship with Inthawut that she pursued Siam in the first place, and she clearly feels betrayed not only by Siam, but by Inthawut, both for getting in the way of her relationship with Siam and for leaving them. Her feelings about both men are complex and the story never fully spells them out, in part because Sasiwimol never does. Determinedly not thinking about what happened between them is a big part of how she copes, along with sublimating her suspicions into homophobia, which she perpetuates quite intentionally in her work via production of heterosexual romance propaganda.

Wang clearly loves his mother even as he is frustrated by her prejudices, her desire to control him, and her tendency toward emotional manipulation. He is a perceptive kid and he has studied her closely; he understands her very well and can often predict exactly how she’ll react to a situation. Which is why his decision to announce baldly to her face that he is in love with Inthawut—not only coming out as gay but declaring his intention to move out of her home and in with a man 20+ years his senior who is deeply entangled with her own trauma—felt very intentional to me. He knew what kind of reaction that would get from her, and he wanted it. And sure enough, Sasiwimol crumbles at this repetition of her trauma and the perceived disloyalty of Wang choosing Inthawut over her just as his father did. The rest of the emotion she’d been holding back comes pouring out, resulting in the three of them finally airing out everything that lies between them and everything they are feeling about the Siam-shaped hole in their lives. And once she breaks down, Wang is able to forgive her for the grievance she’s caused him and ultimately decides to remain filial and continue living with her, because he does not actually want to punish his mother for what happened to his father. 

So, in the end, where did the story leave us with all this trauma? I can’t really say that any of these characters have healed, but I do think Wang kick-started that process, at least for himself. He got what he needed most out of this little scheme: deeper understanding of who his father was and why his life took such a drastic turn. He remains caught in the dysfunctional dynamic with his mother, and I’m not sure he’ll ever fully break out of it, but at least there is more honesty between them now about what they’re dancing around. She now knows he is gay and she has to accept it to keep him with her, and given that he has backed off from asking her to accept something much scarier than that, I do think she will find a way to make her peace with it. Inthawut is the character who seems to have progressed the least, standing firmly in his stasis and remaining determinedly alone with his pain, though the show leaves us with a note of ambiguity that suggests he may someday find the courage to move on.

The messages of this work are clear. Internalized homophobia and denial of your own queerness are poison for your soul. Rejecting a loved one “for their own good” is an act of cowardice and selfishness, not an act of love. Hiding from and sublimating your trauma will never allow you to heal. Refusing to process your pain will only lead to you pushing it down on the next generation. Ultimately, this story told us that bravely looking ourselves and our trauma in the face and confronting our truths head on is the only way to begin to heal, and that running from them only leads to ruin. 

[pinazee]

Murder?…Anyone? …Anyone?…Bueller?

First of all, solid title.

Secondly, im back (sort of). Lets get into it!

I LOVE this episode. I love the insight into who gus and shawn were as teenagers, i love how gus and shawn are both stuck in the past in different ways, and i love Abigail Lytar!

From the first moment we meet her, we know that she gets Shawn. She not only clocks his judd nelson pic, she also plays along with the joke and makes another obscure reference.

Abigail is the best love triangle addition in the history of television and i will die on that hill! They made her a genuine “competitor” to juliet by writing her as someone almost catered to shawns personality.

Normally with love triangles, they write the “competition” as less compelling of a choice to really emphasize how the mains are end goal OR they’ll make the decision split the center characters personalities, so like one choice will be the girl next door and represents the past version of them and the other is more career focused and represents the future (think sweet home alabama, uh, 13 going on 30, romcoms in general, you get it) And to a degree, thats sort of what this is with abigail and juliet, except it doesn’t split them in a way that is determined by shawn. Like, who shawn chooses doesn’t impact who he’ll be. The choice isnt a lesson or a determination of his character, if that makes sense. Plus, theres no caveat to Abigail. Like, she’d be perfect for him if it wasn’t for ___. None of that. Abigail and Shawn could have worked (ill go into it more in season 4 when they finally do get together).

Sidenote: i think her dynamic with both shawn and gus was really cute (which is another win in the abigail is a great love triangle addition column)

So apparently Shawns recall is so good he can do an instant replay. Idk if i should add that to his list of skills or just lump that into his existing memory power. I also love though, that its a blurry image because thats how Shawn saw it and they didn’t try to make him super human and see it in high definition.

Ravi shinkar is a heck of a reference to make and an even crazier one for lassie to have seen and shawn to understand haha

There was a joke made by Gus that Shawn didn’t know anything about their senior class or what happened senior year or the school, but I’d like to point out that his parents were on the brink of a divorce and then did divorce his senior year so im guessing he was pretty distracted. This is kind of random, but im wondering when Shawn decided he wasn’t going to be a cop like his dad. Like what was his tipping point. I always thought it was after his mom left because she said when she left she thought he would be okay, which to me meant that he had his path set. Now, because of how he didnt seem to care for school at all and was already off doing his own adventures (becoming part of the janitors society to get keys presumably for some reason) he was already aimless. Maddie was either delusional or Shawn lied to her? Idk im over thinking this silly cop show.

Now, the box of cop cars is not unexpected. We know who henry is. But this little bit actually tells us that Maddie never bought him other cars?? If I’m Maddie, and my husband is training my kid to become something i must have noticed he didn’t want to be because I’m a psychologist, I’m going to say something! Idk, maybe part of the reason they divorced was because of how henry was with Shawn, but then why would she leave him behind and think he was okay? So, i guess, i don’t understand why Maddie wouldn’t have pushed back. Why wouldn’t she buy shawn other toy cars for him to play with to provide choices for him. There is the possibility that shawn never told her that henrys training made him miserable because they were already fighting and didn’t want to give them another reason. Again, over thinking.

Some smaller notes:

-low blow for Gus to straight up tell Shawn no one had any expectations for him. Like i get he’s having a quarter life crisis or whatever, but, all the same, rude.

-that prom queen was Serinda Swan who was in a show called breakout kings with our own Mary Lightly aka Jimmi Simpson :)

-my favorite thing about carlton is that he’s a good head detective and yet has absolutely the worst instincts around. Like true south all the time.

P.S

“What does every great john hughes movie have? A love triangle!” Omg i just now saw what they did there and now i feel like an idiot lol

[just-another-personal-side-blog]

Summary: On medical leave, Rhea hears from the absolute last person ever.

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Rhea appreciated all the care Buddy was treating her with. It was hard not to sink into a type of depression, what with the bandages blocking half her vision. There was no way of knowing how long she'd be out of the ring for... and that's what hurt the most. The word 'indefinitely' was clawing away at her hope, this wasn't how the story was supposed to go.

She made her way through the quiet house heading to the kitchen, loyal fur babies sticking close to their mama's heels. Tossing her cell onto the granite counter, Damian was keeping up w her... he'll he was the first person to show up and check in. Between him, Jey, and Buddy, she was almost distracted enough from the self pity that kept trying to surge forth to drown her.

Pulling out leftovers from dinner the night before, setting the microwave to one minute, before leaning against the center island. Before the timer could beep, Rhea's phone began to buzz against the counter signaling a new text. There was a brief pause, knowing the boys were all busy with work. She couldn't begin to guess who might be checking in...

After a pause she took a look at the number of the last person who could be reaching out.

Edge: I heard what happened with Liv. Did the Doctors give you a timeline?

A decisive scoff escaped at first, he hadn't been in contact since the day The OG Judgement Day jumped him. Their former great leader moved on with his career, while the beast he created became corrupted by toxic personalities. At first she was tempted to block his contact, but a flicker of indignant fury flared up.

Rhea: Why do you care? Thought you had bigger and better going on.

The microwave beeped distracting her momentarily, as she moved the leftovers onto a plate, the phone vibrated again.

Edge: If anyone understands what its like being put on a shelf due to injury it'd be me.

Edge: What did the Doctors tell you?

The anger was smothered by the knowledge that... he wasn't lying. Not everyone suffers from neck damage and comes back after 9 years. That thought made her heart plummet into the pit of her stomach. A wave of nausea swelled killing any appetite Rhea had, w a sigh of defeat the leftovers went right back into the fridge.

For a few moments she read and reread  the messages, until the woman got the confidence to replay.

Rhea: They don't know how long my recovery may take. I'm just lucky I didn't end up with a concussion as well.

She paused before adding,

Rhea: I'm more angry than anything else. Twice now Liv has caused me to end up off the roster for a period of time.

Rhea: But I'm more angry with myself for letting it happen.

Another hesitation, why was she telling him all this... her finger hovered over the mute button.

Edge: I get it. Right now you need to focus on healing, you're stronger than you realize.

Edge: It's easy to give in to the self loathing and blame. That voice is lying to you. I'm willing to bet you'll be delivering payback no later than New Years Day.

That brought a small smile, everyone was treating her like a broken toy. She appreciated the knowledge there was someone believing in her.

Edge: Be kind to yourself, rest up, allow the healing process to move at the pace your body needs. And throughout prepare for the deliverance you will rain down on Liv.

A shaky exhale escaped her lungs, he was right... she knew he was right. It took a few minutes before Rhea was emotionally able to reply.

Rhea: Thanks.

Rhea: I didn't realize how much I needed to hear that.

Edge: Of course.

Edge: Know that outside of everything, I'm proud of you and Damian. You two are beasts in the ring, Finn doesn't realize who he betrayed.

She couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her limbs. A sense of comfort and safety.... a lot like when she won her first match back in Australia.

Edge: You show that phony Judgement Day why I chose you and Priest first. Know Beth and I are cheering by two on.

Edge: And if you need someone to talk to who can understand what your dealing with, I'm just a call away. Any time.

With a pause she couldn't help the small smile of appreciation, there was a momentary sense of relief... and that fire was fanned once more.

Rhea: We won't let you down.

Edge: You two never could.

With that the caller id signaled Buddy calling to probably ask if she wanted him to grab anything from the grocery store. And for the first time since waking up in the hospital she had a release of the tightness in her body.

It felt a lot like having a parent acknowledge your success,  Rhea had forgotten how that was. A smile curled her lips as she answered her hubby's call. Now there was a fresh hope blossoming in her heart. Liv wasn't gonna put her down like a rabid dog, she would let her feel safe for a time before making an epic return.

Scorched earth, nothing would be left of the Temu Judgement Day. Now was the era of The Terror Twins and their fiery wrath.

A fractured orbital socket wouldn't stop her, an injured leg didn't stop her, heartbreak didn't stop her. This wasn't the end of her story, that was for certain.

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Poems of Love (Gaz x F!Reader)

This is part one of the Love letter series (In slow process, please be patient). Starting off with everyone’s favorite pretty boy Gaz! This is just a love poem from reader to our helicopter surivor!

Warnings: Violence against another person, mentions of racism, hurt with written comfort, fluff, writer has very, very little military knowledge!

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If you could have had it your way which you did but only a little bit, you would have scarred up the bitch that decided it was a great idea to talk shit about your sergeant. Price had intervened when he was brought in for the commotion, finding you and her in a pile on the ground of the mess hall, your fist repeatedly meeting her face. The guy she was with looked just as bad as she’ll look after Price had Ghost pull you off of her.

”Alright! What the hell is going on here?!” He turns to you expecting an answer, before you can speak however the girl you had been wailing on decided to speak up.

”She just went mental and attacked us!” Ghost scoffed, “Sounds like a load of shit private.” Ghost looks to Price who says nothing, still looking at you for an answer. “What happened, sergeant? I won't ask again.”

You took a breath to center yourself, placing a hand on Prices wrist, a sign you were truly pissed and grateful for your captain holding you back. You looked at Gaz who was staring at the floor, with Johnny patting his back. “Sir, the guys and I were simply enjoying our lunch, when Private Downs and her buddy Private Fallow decided it was an amazing idea to address Sergeant Garrick by racial slurs. I took it upon myself to defend his honor.”

Price looks at Gaz and Johnny, who confirm the story. Price turns you loose to Johnny so you can see if Gaz is okay. He had told you not to worry about it, to leave it be as it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before, he admired your sense of violent justice and need to defend him.

Price clears his throat, “Well, as it stands we here in the military, especially the 141, don’t take kindly to that sort of talk. You both being in the military, fairly new or not, should probably re-evaluate your life choices. If you find joy in tormenting your fellow high ranking officers perhaps we should remove you.”

”Remove us how?! It’s just words! W-we were just joking!” Ghost rolls his eyes and jostles Private Downs to shut her up. “You’ll shut your bleedin mouth! Sergeant Garrick is more of a soldier than you and your friend’ll ever be in your whole career!”

”Ghost take ‘em to my office. Sergeant!” “Captain?” “Good work defending your colleague, next time though try to make it a bit less bloody, eh? Cleaning duty for a week.” “Totally worth it sir!” Price and Ghost leave with Downs and Fallow in hand ready to put them through back to basic for behavioral and tolerance training.

Gaz had thanked you but told you it wasn’t necessary, he seemed distanced after that. Only saying hello in passing, you thought it was either what the two idiots had said or that he was mad at you, possibly both. Johnny and Ghost had assured you it wasn’t anything you did.

Taking the time you had to sit around after hours you penned him a letter. A poem really but you were hoping it would put him in a better mood. It took you a few hours but once you had finished it and read it over, you folded in up and went to slide it under his door for him to read in the morning.

-The next morning- Gaz pov-

He really wasn’t up for dealing with anyone today, especially not after yesterday's events, but none the less he had to get to up and start his day. Duty called and he had to be at morning training to help Ghost with recruits. He thought back to you and how fast you were to defend him, he was appreciative yes but it really wasn’t a big deal, it came with the military. Some people are just stuck in the Middle Ages like and you can’t help them.

Freshly showered and changed he was about to leave when he noticed a letter on the floor, his name scrawled across the front in beautiful script. He picked it up and sat at his desk to read it.

It looked like your hand writing but he doesn’t remember it looking so nice and neat, havin only ever seen you writing reports in messy, somewhat legible chicken scratch. As he opens it and begins to read he feels his heart swell.

‘To the prettiest man I know

Your bravery knows no bounds, leaving me breathless at your wonder. Akin to a warrior, a deity, war and peace become you. An angel.

Your beauty would be compared to that of Narcissus, of a warm summer day and lovely autumn nights. Your eyes bring delightful thoughts of dark chocolate in the shade and shine like the brightest amber whiskey in the light.

Skin aglow in the afternoon sun and glistening with sweat,  who could ever deny you? Aphrodite herself would bargain with you for your secrets. Would regale you with tales of beauty and mark you as one yourself and no one would bat an eye in disagreement.

I look upon your beauty and heroism with awe and hope that one day I could stand in even a shred of your greatness. If you were a god I would worship at your alter for all of my days, the most devoted supplicant, spreading your praises through any means.’

Gaz must have read it 4 times and he didn’t know what to say, his eyes were a little bit misty. Others had praised him yes, for his efforts on the field, his medals, but no one had ever called him a deity. No one had ever complimented his eyes like that. He rubbed at is eyes, letting out a huff, before folding up the letter and placing it in his desk drawer before heading out to morning practice. His heart feeling lighter.

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[coochiequeens]

A small victory for women in American politics

Kentucky’s next Supreme Court is shaping up to be a historic one for women. 

Deputy Chief Justice Debra Hembree Lambert will become Kentucky’s chief justice in January. (Administrative Office of the Courts photo)

With the election of Kentucky’s first Black female justice, Pamela Goodwine, women will hold four of the court’s seven seats. Additionally, the court will be led by the first female chief justice, Deputy Chief Justice Debra Lambert, starting in January. 

As of earlier this year, 17 states have female majorities on their supreme court benches, according to a report from the Brennan Center for Justice. Alaska was also poised to gain a female majority after seven women sought a seat on its Supreme Court this summer. 

Goodwine’s election also makes her the first woman in history who will serve at every level of Kentucky’s judiciary branch: district court, circuit court, appeals court and the Supreme Court. . She said in a statement to the Kentucky Lantern that the milestone “reminds me of the women who came before me, paving the way through hard work, determination and resilience, often overcoming significant obstacles to reach their goals.” 

“Their struggles paved the way for our successes today, and it is our duty to continue their legacy and to forge a path for others as well,” Goodwine said. “Throughout my life, education and career, I have faced what many described as insurmountable challenges, but I don’t give up on my dreams when things get hard. I simply work harder to make my dreams come true.” 

Women outnumber men in law schools

Two previous female justices — Sara Walter Combs and retired Janet Stumbo — both say the new majority of women on the high court is a reflection of the increase in women in the legal profession. 

In 2016, women for the first time made up the majority of students in the nation’s law schools, according to the American Bar Association, which says the change came slowly. In 1963, only 4% of first-year law students were female, rising to 20% in 1973, 39% in 1983 and 44% by 1993.

In Kentucky last year women made up the majority of law students at the University of Louisville (53%) and Northern Kentucky University (55%). Female and male enrollment were about even at the University of Kentucky in 2023-24 with 203 women and 206 men enrolled in the law school.

Judge Sara Walter Combs Combs was the first woman to serve on Kentucky’s Supreme Court after being appointed by Gov. Brereton Jones in 1993. She now serves on the Kentucky Court of Appeals. When she began taking law classes at night at the University of Louisville, she said she was one of very few women in her law class. 

“When I started my work career, I was a teacher, and the one thing that women could do, predominantly in that period of our history, was to teach or to be a nurse,” Combs said. “Well, they’re still wonderful professions; it’s just a matter that now there are more options for women beyond those two choices, and I think the more options we have, the better, because we all have different talents.” 

While she was reluctant to “to tie gender and competency to one another,” Combs applauded the women on the Kentucky Supreme Court. 

“They have good legal minds, they have a great work ethic, they’re collegial, they’re everything that a good judge should be. They just happen to be women,” Combs said. “I’m delighted that they haven’t been held back because of that fact, but I would prefer to emphasize the fact of their competence rather than their gender.”

When asked if the majority of women could be a sign of increasing diversity on the bench in the future, Combs said a diverse pool of judges is needed to review cases. 

“I hope it does, because our social problems are very diverse in nature and origin, and I think their solution will require some diversity of approach to how we solve these problems,” she said. 

Change takes time

Stumbo, who was the first woman elected to the Kentucky Supreme Court in 1993 and retired from the Court of Appeals in 2017, said that diversity on the bench — in terms of race and gender — is a change that happens over time. Kentucky judicial candidates are required to be a licensed attorney for some time before seeking election. A district judge requires two years while the Supreme Court requires eight years. 

Retired Justice Janet L. Stumbo stands beside her portrait, painted by artist Tona Barkley, following a dedication ceremony Dec. 6, 2023. The portrait joined others of justices in the corridors of the second floor of the Kentucky Capitol in Frankfort. (Photo by Brian Bohannon)

“The composition of the bar has changed greatly,” Stumbo said. “The number of women who are lawyers, the number of minorities who are lawyers, has increased dramatically, and that’s the way we’ll see more diversity on the bench.” 

Stumbo said that the majority of female justices shows that the electorate in Kentucky is also more accepting of women being in these high-ranking roles. 

“There’s definitely more work to be done, but women are succeeding and succeeding in ways that are getting them recognized as fine litigators and tenacious litigators and people that you’re proud to have representing you,” Stumbo said. 

Judge Goodwine speaks to supporters at her election night watch party in Lexington Nov. 5, 2024. (Kentucky Lantern photo by Arden Barnes)

Women would have won a majority of Kentucky Supreme Court seats no matter how the Nov. 5 election turned out. Goodwine’s opponent also was a woman, Lexington attorney Erin Izzo.

Goodwine echoed those sentiments. She said that each justice on the court “carries unique perspectives and experiences” and that it’s imperative that younger generations see themselves reflected in the highest levels of the judiciary. She said that many have “expressed gratitude to me for being a trailblazer helping to forge a path for others to follow in my footsteps in their chosen profession, and that increases my drive and dedication to ensure that our justice system reflects our community.” 

“This new chapter for our court affirms the progress we have made and also challenges us to move forward with purpose and conviction,” Goodwine said. “We honor the legacy of our forerunners by continuing to uphold the principles of fairness, justice and equality for all. It is a responsibility I take to heart, and I look forward to working with my esteemed colleagues to protect the rights and uphold the dignity of everyone in our state ensuring that the Kentucky Supreme Court is a beacon of justice for all.” 

[simplyclary]

A Vision of a Lush Future Together

(Photo edit by me)

To those who continue to dream of Alex and Henry getting engaged and eventually getting married, this one's for you!

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INT. GARDEN BEHIND THE BROWNSTONE HOME - EVENING

The garden is adorned with lights and “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Perfume Genius plays softly in the background. A scenery that exudes serenity and intimacy. Alex and Henry walk hand-in-hand, the evening air filled with love and happiness. Henry then leads Alex to a beautifully decorated pavilion in the center of the garden. They stop, Henry taking a deep breath and turns to face Alex. 

Henry (smiling nervously): Alex, do you remember the first time we met? 

Alex (laughing softly): How could I forget the Climate Conference in Melbourne, that First Night party? You were so infuriatingly proper and I was so determined to get under your skin. 

Henry (smiling): And you did get under my skin. But I think, deep down, we were both hiding something that we didn’t quite understand then. 

Alex nods, his expression turning serious as he listens to his boyfriend. 

Henry: At first, it was easier to dislike you because ....well, because you made me feel things that I wasn’t ready to face then. But the more time we spent together, the more we got to know each other, the more I realized that those feelings I felt before were real. It wasn’t just mere frustration; it was something deeper, something….undeniable. 

Alex steps closer, his brown eyes locking with Henry’s very own eyes. 

Alex (with full sincerity): I felt it too. Every argument, every stolen glance, it all meant something. The more I got to know you, the more I realized how much you truly meant to me. And that rope that’s attached to my chest that keeps pulling me towards you….it’s always been there. 

Henry takes Alex’s hands in his, eyes glistening with emotion. 

Henry: Alex, being with you has shown me what true love is. We’ve faced so many challenges, and yet, here we are. You’ve been my rock, my partner, my confidant, my everything. I promise that no matter what happens with our careers, with our lives, I will always find a way to fix it and I will always fight for us. 

Alex’s brown eyes welled up with unshed tears as he squeezed Henry’s hands. 

Alex (voice breaking): Henry, you are my heart. From the moment I laid eyes on you until now, my feelings for you have only grown stronger. I promise to stand by you, to support you and to love you unconditionally. No matter what anyone else says about us, no matter what obstacles we may face in the future, we will always find our way back to each other. 

 Henry reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a ring. 

Henry (voice trembling with emotion): Alex, my love, the man I want to be with forever, will you marry me? 

Alex’s tears spill the moment he nods, a radiant smile spreading across his face. 

Alex (choking up): Oh my God, Henry, Yes! A thousand times yes! 

Henry slips the ring onto Alex’s finger, and they embrace each other, holding each other tightly as the world around them fades away. They pull back slightly, their foreheads touching, eyes closed in a moment of pure love, connection and happiness. 

Henry (whispering): I love you so much, Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz. 

Alex (whispering back): I love you too, your Royal Highness. 

They share a tender kiss, sealing their promises and their fate to each other under the twinkling lights of the garden, ready to face whatever the future holds together. 

As they pull back from their kiss, Alex looks at Henry with a mixture of joy and determination. He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. 

Alex (softly): Henry, wait. There’s something I need to do too. 

Henry looks at Alex, eyes filled with curiosity and love. 

Henry (smiling): What is it, my dear? 

Alex reaches into his pocket, fumbling slightly as he pulls out another small velvet box. He opens it to reveal a ring, almost identical to the one Henry just gave him. 

Alex (clearing his throat): Henry George Edward James Hanover-Stuart Fox, you beat me to it, but I’ve been carrying this ring with me for a couple weeks now, waiting for this exact moment. 

Henry’s eyes widen, filling with emotion upon realizing what’s happening. 

Henry (surprised): Alex…

Alex (sincerely): From the moment I realized how much you mean to me, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You’ve shown me what love truly means. You’ve taught me patience, understanding and how to love without fear. 

Alex takes Henry’s hand, voice steady and full of emotion

Alex: We started out as rivals, hiding our true feelings behind frustration and banter. But as we grew closer, I saw the real you—the man who loves fiercely, who stands up for what he believes in, and who makes me want to be a better person every single day. 

Henry’s eyes fill with tears as he listens to Alex, heart filled with so much love. 

Alex: I promise you, Henry, that no matter what challenges come our way, I will always be by your side. I will fight for our love, for our future, and for every dream we have together. So, Henry…

Alex gets down on one knee, soil-stained jeans and all, holding up the ring with a hopeful smile. 

Alex: Henry, my love, my partner, will you marry me? 

Henry laughs through his tears, nodding happily

Henry (overcome with emotion): Yes, Alex! Yes times infinity! 

Alex slips the ring onto Henry’s finger, and they both stand, wrapping their arms around each other in a tight embrace. They pull back just enough to look into each other’s eyes, both smiling through their tears. 

Henry (teasingly): You know, I’ve always suspected you had a dramatic flair.

Alex (laughing): Takes one to know one, Your Majesty!

Henry affectionately rolls his eyes and then they share another sweet kiss, but this time, it feels complete, and they both knew that they made the same promise to each other. As they pull away, Henry rests his forehead against Alex’s, their breaths mingling in the cool evening air. 

Henry (whispering): I love you, Alex!

Alex (whispers back): I love you too, Henry! Always!

Hands held tight, they turn to go back to their home, ready to face the world together, stronger and more united than ever. 

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INT. CHURCH - SUMMER DAY

The church is beautifully decorated with white flowers and greenery, creating a serene and elegant atmosphere. Guests fill the pews, talking excitedly among themselves as they wait for the ceremony to begin. A soft, instrumental version of “Your Song” plays in the background.

At the altar, the officiant stands ready. Alex’s dad, Senator Oscar Diaz, and his mom, former US president Ellen Claremont, stand at the back of the church with Alex, who is dressed in a classic black tuxedo. Oscar and Ellen each hold one of Alex’s arms.

Oscar (smiling): You ready, son? 

Alex (nervous but excited): More than ever. 

The music changes to a more formal wedding song as Oscar and Ellen begin to walk Alex down the aisle. Guests rise to their feet, smiling and taking photos. Alex takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and joy. He walks confidently, supported by his parents.

As they reach the altar, Oscar and Ellen give Alex reassuring smiles before taking their seats in the front row. Alex turns to face the aisle, waiting for Henry.

The music shifts again, and a hush falls over the crowd. Henry appears at the back of the church, dressed in a pristine white tuxedo. He’s walking arm-in-arm with his sister, Beatrice, who is radiant with happiness. By Henry's side is his loyal pet beagle David, wearing a little bow tie.

Beatrice (whispering to Henry): You look amazing, Ready to make some history? 

Henry (smiling): I’ve never been more ready. 

As Henry and Beatrice walk down the aisle, guests smile warmly and some even wipe away tears. David trots happily beside them, adding a dash of cuteness to the solemn occasion. Henry’s eyes lock with Alex’s, and they both smile, their love for each other evident and obvious.

When they reach the altar, Beatrice gives Henry a kiss on the cheek and hands him over to Alex. David sits obediently by Henry’s feet. Alex and Henry face each other, holding hands, their eyes filled with love and anticipation.

OFFICIANT (smiling): We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Alex and his love Henry. They have written their own vows. Alex, would you like to begin?

Alex nods, squeezing Henry's hands gently. He takes a deep breath and looks into Henry’s eyes.

Alex (emotionally): Henry, when we first met, we were like oil and water, constantly clashing. We hid behind our defenses, masking the feelings we didn’t even realize were there. But underneath that, I think we both knew there was something more. The more time we spent together, the more I realized how much you mean to me.

Alex’s voice wavers slightly, but he continues, his eyes never leaving Henry’s.

Alex (continuing): You challenge me, you support me, and you make me a better person. You’ve shown me what it means to love unconditionally, to fight for what we believe in, and to stand by each other through thick and thin. I promise to stand by your side through everything life throws at us. I promise to love you fiercely, to support you in all your dreams, and to cherish every moment we share. No matter what challenges we face, I will always choose you. Always.

Henry blinks back tears, his smile widening as he listens to Alex. The officiant turns to Henry.

Officiant: Henry, your turn.

Henry takes a deep breath, his voice steady and filled with emotion.

Henry (emotionally): Alex, when we first met, I never imagined we would end up here. Our initial clashes were a facade, hiding the deep connection we both felt but were too afraid to acknowledge. But as we got to know each other, I realized that you are everything I never knew I needed. You are my confidant, my anchor, and my greatest love.

Henry pauses, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Henry (continuing): You’ve shown me a love that is unwavering and true. You’ve stood by me when things were tough, and you’ve celebrated with me in moments of joy. I promise to love you with all my heart, to support you in your ambitions, and to stand by you no matter what. You are my home, my family, and my future. I vow to cherish and protect our love, today and always. Together, we will face any challenge, overcome any obstacle, and celebrate every success. With you, I have found my forever, and I will never let that go.

The officiant smiles warmly at the couple.

Officiant: By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married. You may now kiss your partner.

Alex and Henry lean in and share a tender, loving kiss. The church erupts in cheers and applause, their families and friends beaming with joy.

As they pull away, still holding hands, they look out at their cheering loved ones, their hearts full of happiness and love. They walk back down the aisle together, ready to face whatever the future holds, hand in hand.

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INT. PARTY VENUE - NIGHT

The reception venue is grand, reminiscent of the one from Alex's New Year's Eve party. Upbeat music fills the air, and the room is decorated with elegant, twinkling lights. The atmosphere is electric with joy and celebration. Guests are mingling, laughing, and enjoying the night. Alex and Henry's families, including Oscar, Ellen, June, Nora, Percy, Beatrice, and Phillip, are all there, sharing in the happiness of the newlyweds. 

Alex and Henry stand in the center of the dance floor, holding each other close. The music changes to "Your Song" by Elton John. The couple begins to sway, eyes locked on each other, as they share this intimate moment.

Alex (softly): Remember the V&A? Dancing in that empty museum like we were the only two people in the world?

HENRY (smiling): How could I forget? It was the night I realized that life without you was unimaginable and I was ready to fight for us. 

Alex (emotion coating his voice): It was the same for me. It felt like our own little universe.

Henry (whispering): And here we are now, our universe just keeps expanding.

They continue to dance, lost in each other's eyes, as the guests watch them with smiles and tears of joy.

In the middle of the room stands a beautiful three-tier vanilla buttercream cake. The guests gather around as Alex and Henry approach the cake with playful grins.

Henry (grinning mischievously): Do you remember the last time we were near a cake like this?

Alex (laughing): How could I forget? You started it because you shoved me!

Henry (mockingly): I beg to differ. I believe you were the one who pulled me into the cake.

Alex (leaning in close): Are you daring me to do it again, your Royal Highness? 

Henry (challenging): Maybe I am.

Henry gives Alex a gentle shove towards the cake. Alex stumbles but quickly regains his balance, grabbing Henry by the waist and pulling him in. They both crash into the cake, laughter echoing through the room. The guests burst into applause and laughter, capturing the moment with their phones.

Ellen (calling out): I hope you two have a backup cake!

Beatrice (laughing): They wouldn't be Alex and Henry if they didn't do something like this.

After the party, Alex and Henry return to their private suite, cleaning buttercream off of each other. They are still laughing, their eyes sparkling with joy.

INT. PRIVATE SUITE - NIGHT

Henry (still laughing): I can't believe we did that again.

Alex (smiling): It felt right. A perfect full-circle moment.

Henry (softly, looking into Alex's eyes): You always make everything feel right.

They move closer, sharing a tender kiss that deepens into a passionate make-out session. Their laughter fades into soft, contented sighs.

Henry (whispering): I love you, Alex.

Alex (smiling against Henry's lips): I love you too, Henry. Always.

They clean up and change into more comfortable clothes, then lie down together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Henry (whispering): No matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other.

Alex (nodding): Always. You're my home.

They lie together, gazing into each other's eyes, whispering sweet nothings that fade into the night sky, illuminated by the light of the moon and the twinkle of the stars, symbolizing their eternal love.

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[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Heart Killers episode 3!!!! Woot woot!!!

Well hello there Pepper... rocking the sexy glasses look, I see.

And JJ! Wait...what is happening?! Did they just have a moment?

Ok, I did suspect this was Mother.

Well this is quite the loaded line...

Because 1) it's telling us that Bison believes he is killing "bad" people, but with the double meaning that 2) he is also being naive about Mother herself, not to mention 3) the deception that is happening with Kant and Style. Layers baby!

I am getting the vibe that Fadel does actually have an idea of how dangerous Mother is, and that may be part of why he's such a hardass.

Also Parn looks frickin' gorgeous in that pantsuit. Rock it, lady!

Not Pepper wanting to murder people too, lol. Interesting career advancement path at this company.

Not the leopard print!!

For the predator seeking his prey, lolol. Costume designers, I love you.

Oh we know, Fadel. We all watched it last week.

Ok, this has to be on purpose.

Lol, Fadel's face. He is so thinking dirty thoughts.

A heavy metal concert where you can hold a conversation? This is requiring the largest suspension of disbelief so far.

Show, please don't murder me in the first 10 minutes.

Agreed Style, Fadel looks hella sexy tonight.

Always with the naked except for the socks with this boy.

I could watch First and Khaotung flirt endlessly.

Lol, add another bitey boy to the list!

Not the titty squeeze! Style!

Ha, Fadel, we all know you're lyyyyyiiiing.

Literally every line from Style at this point!

There's actually some cleverness in this too, as we know that Fadel is thinking of Style sexually, so that the fact that Style's dialogue has ramped up the innuendo is a way to also make the audience more keyed in to Fadel's inner struggle.

That Auntie is the most patient woman alive. Style must have really sold her a sweet love story.

The sign is clearly just a way for Dunk to show off his arms some more, and I am here for it. Also the burger outfit and the cow pants, I'm dying.

Style literally being the center of a sandwich because Fadel wants to consume him... this is wild.

Ahhhh, the lap-sitting!!

Going straight from sweet to spicy!

Considering he hasn't been in a relationship before, Bison is doing pretty good with communicating his needs.

Haha, Fadel is gonna break, y'all!

Fadel, he's not gonna guess assassin! No one would guess assassin!

Heh, I don't think Bison is used to people being like, "hey, slap me now!". He may like sadism, but he's still a soft squishy boy in a lot of ways.

I've seen some people complain about sound in this show, but my only complaint is why are the burger-chewing noises always so loud?!

Ohhh, Fadel thought someone else was going to help him once, and he was let down... oh my poor baby.

Penguin for the safe word? Is Kant watching Caged Again too?

Omg, it does describe Junior (and also Bison, I know)

Did y'all, ever in your life, think you'd be sitting and watching Khaotung nipple clamp First? I sure didn't!

On noooooo! Worst family member walk-in moment ever!

Fadel threatening Kant should not be this hot.

Perfect description for Joong's face

Lol, Bison nailing it with the "this woman doesn't like cuties" prediction.

Omg, don't tell me this is the one time Style is actually going to find Fadel by accident.

Also, not that I'm not loving the Fadel dancing, but when and where did he pick up this skillset?!

I...am officially deceased. This man has finished me.

Also love that Style is getting a little taste of his own medicine back.

Dude, the implication that not only does Fadel watch Magic Mike, but practices the dancing in his free time!!!

Hehe, you can totally see the "mark me down as scared and horny!" in Style.

Kant, this would be a good time to tell your best friend the truth.

I don't know if this was just at translation thing, but doesn't Kant saying he just needs to get into their house and then they can stop make his story about wanting to date Bison kinda sus?

Oh nooooo, not the tragic love backstory!

I don't know if getting you both plastered is the best strategy, Kant.

I want to be mad at Style for invading a support group, but his story is making me laugh, dammit.

But also, Fadel, if you did murder him, I would understand.

Oh Style, you are so in trouble.

Fadel has a lot more practice closing himself off emotionally, Style is not ready for this.

These brothers - I just have to laugh that Fadel practiced stripper moves, and Bison had his BDSM gear already set up in his room, despite the fact they had no reason to think anything would happen with any of it. These poor horny boys.

Also - kiddos, please practice BDSM safely! Don't just do it based on what you see in movies & tv!

First is doing a really good job at playing drunk, horny, and scared.

Hmm, Fadel, what are we up to?

This show is so unhinged, and so damn fun.

[not-goldy]

Hey Goldy! How are you? This is just super random, but someone shared a clip of Rosebowl Jikook, and can I just say how surreal it still feels that it actually happened? People were scrambling to explain that it was completely platonic, that it was an edit, that JK didn't suck JM's ear, that it was completely normal 🙄

I've heard about a certain clip where you could see a string of saliva, and yes, I saw it. Apparently, the big screen during the concert show you front and center when that happened and how you could literally see the string of saliva from JK's mouth to JM's ear. You could even see the sucking movement.

Imagine if Jikook have partners? Imagine seeing that and being okay w/ it?? And mind you, he did after towards the end of the concert, when they're sweaty and all.

People left and right, 24/7 camping on Jikook accounts writing long-ass essays and novels to say Jikook hate each other or whatever. You don't see us camping out on say tkk/yoonmin accounts to prove they're not real, don't you? I mean, sure, we correct misinformation when you're posting lies or manipulated clips for your non-existent ships (tkk/yoonmin/etc).

Even the companion system in the military still haunts these people until now. Suddenly, everyone is a fucking expert on Korean military?? If it was any other ship, I'm pretty sure we won't be hearing a thesis on why they're not together right now, how they're doing their things away from each other? Like, what happened to critical thinking and common sense? You'd think if Jimin and Jungkook didn't want to do their enlistment together, they wouldn't go through those damn hoops, including selecting the harshest division. They'd just do what everyone else did 😩

Do you think these uncultured and unloved people (haters/antis/toxic solos/tkkrs etc) would lose their mind even more once the Jikook travel show drops? Hope it drops this June 😭

If Jikook have partners they are the most non territorial non concerned non bothered group of people on the planet cos of if Jimin or Jungkook were mine I would have them quit their careers 😩

Like you can't be stressing me out with the constant dating rumors talking bout we just friends but you coming home every night with a hickey embarrassing me on the internet begging for a man's attention a man who looks like this by the way

Like where do I even begin to compete his ass is fatter than mine😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

You just friends but you out here having panick attacks when he puts you on voice mail

Boy didn't even eat the dinner I made him cos he's out there cooking for another man

He doesn't laugh at my jokes the way he does his and his jokes are not even funny 😤

In his spare time he's watching vlives of him with his fans and I swear I heard him call me Jimin one time when we were making love

I need a divorce. This is not working out

It's either me or him 😩

Mother fucker chose him 😩

I don't want to over sell the travel blog I'm very very curious about it but I know it won't disappoint.

And the way Jungkook had to come out here and tell us about the one moment makes it feel all the more sus to me

Feels like a preemptive strive so fans don't make a big deal out of them sharing a bed but baby boy WE WILL

It's jikook they send antis with into a frenzy with the barest minimum 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

I won't expect anything less from those numbnuts

[burnwater13]

Boba Fett speaking to the mayor of Mos Espa, Mok Shaiz. Quote and image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine. Calendar by DateWorks.

Grogu loved it when the Daimyo took the time to tell him stories. It wasn’t as often as he liked and because of his dad being a kind of impatient person when he wasn’t occupied with a task directly related to bounty hunting, like polishing his armor, Grogu rarely got to listen to more than one story at a sitting. 

Fennec had commented that it was due to the fact that the Mandalorian wasn’t much of story teller and hadn’t really done anything interesting. Grogu had giggled at that and was about to make a face at his dad when the Daimyo spoke up.

“Are you going to let her talk about you that way, Din Djarin?”

HA! Now his dad had to make a choice. Either agree that Fennec was right about his career as a bounty hunter being too dull to report on or tell a story that would impress not just Grogu, but the Daimyo as well. Grogu didn’t make a sound. Not a peep or a patu. He didn’t want to push things in either direction. Just watching his dad sit there and squirm a little was very entertaining. 

“Fennec’s right. I don’t tell stories. I don’t find the work all that entertaining. A typical bounty collection is pretty boring. It’s a fool’s tale and we end up being the people who have to listen to it, over and over. All those times you just walk into a tavern or cantina and there they are. The person who’s supposed to be hiding. Supposed to be aware of the danger they are in. Supposed to show some remorse at how they stole, cheated, or hurt another being. Instead, they are telling other fools about their exploits like taking credits from a blind man’s cup is some sort achievement. It’s boring, repetitive, and offers few challenges.”

Grogu sighed. His dad had found a way to scurrier out of the choice. The Daimyo had nodded his head as Din Djarin spoke and even Fennec looked thoughtful. Trust his dad to find a way to make the work they did, which could be very cold and calculating, sound like being a New Republic government official. 

“On the other hand, there was that one time, I had to go to Dagobah. Talk about a place that was just… wrong. From the moment I scanned it, the whole planet seemed to… I don’t have a better way of describing it… breathe. There were no population centers. No docks. No sign of civilization. But the place was teaming, absolutely oozing, with life.”

The Mandalorian paused and Grogu knew his dad was waiting for his audience to scoff or walk away. But no one moved. Especially not Grogu. He’d heard about Dagobah. Learned about it from Luke. Now he wanted to know more. 

“The puck I’d picked up was for some kid from near Anchor Head. How the heck they got from Tatooine to Dagobah was anyone’s guess. I didn’t pick up their trail until I bumped into an old friend on Takodana. Said they were too wet behind the ears to running from anything other than a wash cloth. They pointed me in the direction of Dagobah to save the kid from themselves.”

Din Djarin stood up and began to walk around the throne room as he continued to tell the story. 

“Once I found a place to land the Razor Crest, I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to just use the fob to locate the kid. As soon as I left the ship, the damn thing was pinging and blinking and doing everything to make me believe that I actually landed on them. I’d never had that happen before and, to make matters worse, I actually found a boot under one of the landing struts.”

Grogu cringed at the thought of that. He was small enough to have been stepped on by multiple people everywhere they went because he was too small to notice. Imagine a ship landing on you… yikes. 

“The boot was empty, which was good. I was able to collect scrapings of the kid’s ‘scent’ from it and programmed my helmet’s sensors to hone in on it. The fob had clearly scrambled it’s circuits, so it was no use.”

“With that done, I’d found a target and proceeded to go after it. Slowly, since every step I took, I sunk into the mucky, bug infested soils. I had to cut back brush with ever step too, because it seemed like the endless bog I was traversing wanted the kid to get away. I’d never seen anything like it. Vines, tree branches, bushes, even boulders, seemed to slip and slide into new positions as I made my way closer to the target. Then, what do I find? Another boot! I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to walk through that terrain barefooted. The mud and muck getting everywhere. Uff.”

The Mandalorian shuddered for dramatic effect and it worked. Grogu watched as he, Fennec, and the Daimyo all shuddered at his words. Grogu knew why he found it creepy. That much mud and the Mandalorian would make him take a bath. He had no idea why the other two former bounty hunters were bothered by his words or actions. 

“That’s how it went that whole time I was there, searching for the kid. Acquire a target. Fight with the planet to get to it from wherever I was and then I’d find another piece of clothing. I wondered when I was just going to find a carcass, or if I would ever find one. I spent three full days winding my way through and around that fetid pit of a planet and finally decided to call it quits.”

The Mandalorian sighed. 

“Not an easy decision, but the longer I stayed there the less likely it seemed that I would find that young fool. I recalibrated by sensors and made my way back to the Razor Crest. It was dark and raining and occasionally I was sure I’d heard thunder. The canopy was too dense to see anything like lightning, but eventually I thought I saw a fire burning. It was surprising since everything was so water soaked. 

That’s when I realized that the fire wasn’t from a lightning strike. It was the kid. Sitting just outside the Razor Crest. Fool had run away from a desperation of bogwings and lost their boots and laundry to the critters. Apparently they’d been dropping that stuff everywhere, while the kid was waiting for me to come back to the ship. I made them rinse off and then put the binders on them. Kid could have died of exposure out there. Took me two weeks to get all of the mud and muck out of my armor and weapons.”

Fennec shuddered again, as did the Daimyo. Grogu frowned. Nothing about that story seemed unusual to him. He jumped down from the table and scurried over to his dad and asked a question. 

“What happened then? They tried to steal the ship, ended up in carbonite and I brought them back here. Apparently their family wanted them to take up moisture farming and they decided to skip out on that. Apparently they dreamed of being a pod-racer. I haven’t seen them in years.”

Dank Farrik! What kind of story was that? Where was the danger? The pathos? The drama?

“Kid, when your life depends on armor everyday, you’ll find stories about mud and muck a lot more interesting.”

The Daimyo and the Mandalorian nodded their heads as Fennec stood there, looking smug. Dank Farrik.

[takemyrevolutions]

“Is it, er, possible for a woman to be, you know, a wizard?” she said eventually. Simon stared at her. She gave him a defiant look. His throat strained. He was trying to find a sentence that didn’t start with a W. In the end he was forced to make concessions. 

“A curious idea,” he said. He thought some more, and started to laugh until Esk’s expression warned him. 

“Rather funny, really,” he added, but the laughter in his face faded and was replaced by a puzzled look. “Never really t-thought about it, before.” 

“Well? Can they?” You could have shaved with Esk’s voice. 

“Of course they can’t. It is self-evident, child. Simon, return to your studies.” Treatle pushed aside the curtain that led into the back of the wagon and climbed out on to the seat board. The look of mild panic took up its familiar place on Simon’s face. He gave Esk a pleading glance as Treatle took the reins from his hands, but she ignored him. 

“Why not? What’s so self-evident?” 

Treatle turned and looked down at her. 

He hadn’t really paid much attention before, she was simply just another figure around the campfires. He was the Vice-Chancellor of Unseen University, and quite used to seeing vague scurrying figures getting on with essential but unimportant jobs like serving his meals and dusting his rooms. He was stupid, yes, in the particular way that very clever people can be stupid, and maybe he had all the tact of an avalanche and was as self-centered as a tornado, but it would never have occurred to him that children were important enough to be unkind to. From long white hair to curly boots, Treatle was a wizard’s wizard. He had the appropriate long bushy eyebrows, spangled robe and patriarchal beard that was only slightly spoiled by the yellow nicotine stains (wizards are celibate but, nevertheless, enjoy a good cigar). 

“It will all become clear to you when you grow up,” he said. “It’s an amusing idea, of course, a nice play on words. A female wizard! You might as well invent a male witch!” 

“Warlocks,” said Esk. 

“Pardon me?” 

“My granny says men can’t be witches,” said Esk. “She says if men tried to be witches they’d be wizards.” 

“She sounds a very wise woman,” said Treatle. 

“She says women should stick to what they’re good at,” Esk went on. 

“Very sensible of her.” 

“She says if women were as good as men they’d be a lot better!” 

Treatle laughed. 

“She’s a witch,” said Esk, and added in her mind: there, what do you think of that, Mr. so-called cleverwizard? 

“My dear good young lady, am I supposed to be shocked? I happen to have a great respect for witches.” Esk frowned. He wasn’t supposed to say that. 

“You have?” 

“Yes indeed. I happen to believe that witchcraft is a fine career, for a woman. A very noble calling.” 

“You do? I mean, it is?” 

“Oh yes. Very useful in rural districts for, for people who are—having babies, and so forth. However, witches are not wizards. Witchcraft is Nature’s way of allowing women access to the magical fluxes, but you must remember it is not high magic.” 

“I see. Not high magic,” said Esk grimly. 

“Oh no. Witchcraft is very suitable for helping people through life, of course, but—” 

“I expect women aren’t really sensible enough to be wizards,” said Esk. “I expect that’s it, really.” 

“I have nothing but the highest respect for women,” said Treatle, who hadn’t noticed the fresh edge to Esk’s tone. “They are without parallel when, when—”

“For having babies and so forth?” 

“There is that, yes,” the wizard conceded generously. “But they can be a little unsettling at times. A little too excitable. High magic requires great clarity of thought, you see, and women’s talents do not lie in that direction. Their brains tend to overheat. I am sorry to say there is only one door into wizardry and that is the main gate at Unseen University and no woman has ever passed through it.”

“Tell me,” said Esk, “what good is high magic, exactly?” 

Treatle smiled at her. “High magic, my child,” he said, “can give us everything we want.” 

“Oh.” 

“So put all this wizard nonsense out of your head, all right?” Treatle gave her a benevolent smile. “What is your name, child?” 

“Eskarina.”

“And why do you go to Ankh, my dear?” 

“I thought I might seek my fortune,” muttered Esk, “but I think perhaps girls don’t have fortunes to seek. Are you sure wizards give people what they want?” 

“Of course. That is what high magic is for.” 

“I see.” 

The whole caravan was traveling only a little faster than walking pace. Esk jumped down, pulled the staff from its temporary hiding place among the bags and pails on the side of the wagon, and ran back along the line of carts and animals. Through her tears she caught a glimpse of Simon peering from the back of the wagon, an open book in his hands. He gave her a puzzled smile and started to say something, but she ran on and veered off the track. 

Scrubby whinbushes scratched her legs as she scrambled up a clay bank and then she was running free across a barren plateau, hemmed in by the orange cliffs. She didn’t stop until she was good and lost but the anger still burned brightly. 

She had been angry before, but never like this; normally anger was like the red flame you got when the forge was first lit, all glow and sparks, but this anger was different—it had the bellows behind it, and had narrowed to the tiny blue-white flame that cuts iron. It made her body tingle. She had to do something about it or burst. 

Why was it that when she heard Granny ramble on about witchcraft she longed for the cutting magic of wizardry, but whenever she heard Treatle speak in his high-pitched voice she would fight to the death for witchcraft? 

She’d be both, or none at all. And the more they intended to stop her, the more she wanted it. 

She’d be a witch and a wizard too. And she would show them. 

Equal Rites, Terry Pratchett

[spidercat2099]

Strictly Business (Miguel x Reader)

This is a story I made based on lalazuli's "Cheater Miguel" bot in characater.ai so made sure to check it out!

Chapter 1: Shattered Dreams

The soccer field was alive with cheers and the sound of young voices calling out. Briella, my 10-year-old daughter, was at the center of it all, her passion for the game is evident in every move she made. Our youngest daughter, Sofia, who was only 1 year old, clapped her hands and giggled with excitement from the sidelines.

As I watched her play, a surge of pride and gratitude swelled within me. Miguel, her father and my loving husband stood beside me, his eyes gleaming with paternal joy.

But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing.

As the game ended I went to grab some food for Sofia and me. I made my way toward the bleachers, the echoes of Miguel's husky voice and another woman's flirtatious giggles reaching my ears. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach, and my steps quickened. My smile faded as I reached the source of the commotion, and my heart sank.

There, behind the bleachers, Miguel was planting kisses along the length of another woman's neck. His face flushed crimson with guilt as his eyes met mine, freezing him in place.

One hand flew to my mouth, stifling the urge to cry, while the other rested protectively on my belly as I let go of Sofia's hand. Emotions threatened to overwhelm me, and my feet began to move away from the scene without my brain even processing what was going on. My ears began to ring and all i could hear was muffled sounds.

Miguel was quick to catch up, his grip firm as he seized my arm, snapping me out of the trance I was in.

I turned to face him, feeling the weight of betrayal crush my spirit. I shook his hand off my wrist and held my chest as I struggle to even breathe "How... how... how could you?" I said my voice choked with anguish. "How could you do this to me? To us? To our family?" My friend, Emily, had heard the commotion happening and quickly rushed to get Sofia away from the scene.

"It's not my fault!" He said with frustration. "You haven't been there! You're too busy with your career that you forgot about me and MY needs! You put more work into your career than into your appearance now... Do you know that that's the reason we haven't made love in so long? On top of that, you come home every night and you're too tired to do anything. And me, being the kind and caring husband I am, decided to look for that spark somewhere else so as to not break our family apart. I never tried to force you to do anything you didn't want to! So can you blame me for going to Dana? She's the one who has been there for me..." He looks back at her.

"Por Dios... so suddenly this is my fault?" I swallow as my voice gets caught in my throat before beginning to rant "Do you think that I wanted a husband who just stays home all day and has it easier than I do? Did it ever occur to you that you could help me out more by getting a job, so that I don't have to pull all the weight of pushing us forward? I'm sorry I don't have all the time in the world like you do to go around fucking other— "

"Now you just wait a damn minute, I already told you why I was even with Dana. Plus, I'm the only one who's ever been home to be there for our kids, taking care of the household chores that you should be helping me with. You should be thanking me for all the hard work I do to make our home run smoothly!" he said with a scowl.

"Thanking you?" I laughed a little hysterically, appalled that he had the audacity to interrupt me with those disgusting accusations. "Thanking you? So I should be thanking you for going behind my back and sleeping with HER?", I say as I point at the home wrecker, "I wouldn't be surprised if you've let her into our house! I bet you've fucked her in our bed too, haven't you? You're disgusting. You don't deserve to be the father of our children!" I yell louder and louder as I begin to push him back with every sentence.

Miguel grabs my wrists in order to stop me from pushing him. "Cállate." he said a little menacingly and coldly. "Don't make this worse than it has to be. What about all our years together? What about the children? Are you really willing to ruin their life like this? You can't throw away everything we have right now for one mistake!" he says with his eyebrows furrowed in anger. His grip tightening slightly.

"So you admit that you made a mistake! Unbelievable! You're not even making sense, saying one thing and then contradicting yourself with something else", I screamed, my fists striking his chest, through his grip, but still very weakly since I could barely hold myself together. "You know you're the one who ruined everything, so don't try to put this on me!" I say with my voice breaking. I look him straight in the eyes. My voice is full of conviction, "I hate you, Miguel! I hate you more than anything and I will never forgive you for this, you selfish... piece... of shit! Púdrate." I couldn't take it any longer and I crumbled to the ground. My body turned fragile by the overwhelming events unfolding. I tried to catch my breath as tears began to form in my eyes.

"Ya para! Now you're just begging for attention! Get up right now." He says aggressively.

"I...I can't.." I say, trying to get up but my legs feel weak.

"What do you mean you can't? You were standing just fine a second ago, stop being dramatic." He continued.

I gasped, my breath heaving as I knelt on all fours. Tears began to stream down my face, and I felt something rise in my throat, causing me to cough. I wiped the vomit from my face with trembling hands. "Oh...shit..."

Miguel stood frozen, shocked by my distress. He had never seen me in such a state before. His eyebrows unfurrow, his face now with concern instead of anger. "¿Qué te está pasando, querida?" His voice suddenly gentle. "Somebody call 911! Please...We need an ambulance!" Miguel desperately called out. Are you okay? What can I do?"

Still gasping for air, I felt something warm trickle down my leg, and horror mixed with anguish. "You... you've done enough," I say in a sharp, cold, and frail voice before I began to pass out. He began embracing me tightly as he saw my eyes close, he carried me towards our car, his movements frantic as I slowly lose consciousness. He buckled me in, then slammed his foot down on the accelerator, speeding towards the nearest hospital.