#share bazar

[subir-astrologer]

CAN A PERSON WITH A WEAK 5TH HOUSE STILL EARN THROUGH THE SHARE MARKET/TRADING

The definition of weak has to be understood after reading the horoscope only. Merely by one’s saying weak house means nothing as there are many parameters that has to be considered in studying a horoscope.

AS PER THE DEFINITION OF THE WEAK HOUSE OF HOROSCOPE, IT DOESN’T DENY AN EVENT THAT ONE NEED TO UNDERSTAND FIRST.

A single house do not give any event, it’s the combination of different house with respect to the planets gives an event.

So there is always a possibility of earning from share marketing if there such combination in the horoscope which favours that event.

There is no place for general prediction in such type of question. A dictum of astrology is such that it will be applicable for all, irrespective of any caste and religion.

So it is advised to get the horoscope analyzed by a good astrologer and understand about the said event and then make your own decisions about the event, rather than making wrong assumptions with a bit of information.

[harmonysanreads]

Thinking about Yandere!Sumeru Boys and the sweet, lovely bartender who's become the talk of Sumeru recently.

After receiving the news of the Sage's downfall and Lesser Lord Kusanali's rescue, you, who'd been out venturing Teyvat to learn about its global gastronomy and arts, decide to return to your homeland and help your father's busy Tavern. The knowledge you've gained from your travels prove to be fruitful as Lambad's Tavern reaches a new peak of popularity. Though, not everyone's point of interest is the menu — no no, in fact, many have become frequent patrons simply to get a glimpse of the new face behind the counter.

You and Kaveh click almost immediately. Your shared views on arts and beauty is one thing checked off, but the way your actually understand him? Unlike most people when they hear his story, you're not quick to put a lable on him ; instead, you make him feel heard and normal for the very first time. Listen patiently and don't throw factual advice on how to fix his life. No wonder he poured out his entire life story to you, all on his first conversation. He's left wondering where you've been all his life as you share a portion of your own struggles, views on life and snippets of your adventures. To this day, Kaveh recalls the conversation along with your benign smile and feels his heart thump as if he's become a teenager again.

Every ensuing visit to the Tavern has his belief strengthen as well : you two must be soulmates. He's even started (half) jokingly calling you one as well, which never seems to move you the way he wants though as, all you do is adorably giggle and ask him to pay for his order. Oh well, he supposes that's an indication that you do not pity him solely because of his financial status. Kaveh's life had gotten a lot better with your presence ; he no longer drinks himself to oblivion, sleeps better than before and doesn't even pay heed to his roommate's sharp comments that'd otherwise end in a massive argument, thoughts preoccupied with what kind of trinket he could bring to impress you. For a brief period, Kaveh had felt like he'd finally found his light, his reason to keep living. He'd only wish he hadn't introduced his friends to you.

You first ‘officially’ met the dusty-rock-of-a-roommate of Kaveh (his words) when you took the responsibility of dropping him to his place of residence after the architect had passed out from taking a sip of the Sneznayan Fire-Water. You weren't sure what you were expecting from Alhaitham, but a talk over books that spiralled a little too late into the night and ended with him walking you back home certainly wasn't it. You can see where Kaveh came from, The Acting Grand Sage did not have the countenance that invited friendships. You'll have to thank your profound interest in all genres of books and an equal ease to share your opinions to not be at the recipient of that attitude. It takes you a little too much time to notice that since that night, the Scribe has found himself a second home in your radar. You see him at Puspa Cafe, the Grand Bazar, the streets and after a little while, even at your father's Tavern almost frequently. So much so, that calling him something of a friend might not be as far-fetched now.

In Alhaitham's defense, he's simply intrigued, it's not everyday he meets someone who can keep up with him. It took him only a glance at you to realize you're the person who has Kaveh blushing and giggling like a madman at random times. The architect's creepy behavior aside, at least, it seemed as though some of your sense of responsibility had rubbed off on him so, less headache for Alhaitham. You're easy to talk to ; granted, you don't always have agreements but that doesn't pose as an impediment from keeping the conversation flowing. In fact, you treat him no different ; neither his status nor his prolonged disappearances that'd no doubt affect anyone else can change your easygoing persona as he approaches you, the coffee and dishes you make are rather good too and— ah. Alhaitham understands now why Kaveh is so smitten with you.

Lambad's Tavern is a prominent destination for fans of Genius Invocation TCG, you like the game, too. But because of your duty, you can only resign yourself to watching from the counter as some rejoiced in victory and others had their heads in their hands from loss. It's entertaining to a degree, frustrating to another as you have to remain silent while the players make dumb choices. You digress, whatever they do is none of your business. But if you had to pick one group that produced the most entertaining show out of this game ; it'd be the friends Kaveh brought along with him. Most of the times, they'd just be reduced to Kaveh's ranting pillows and really, only one of them—and by that you mean the General Mahamatra who seemed to truly care for the game. You're curious about him, actually. He seemed so different from the rumours that were floating around. And thanks to Kaveh's impulsive announcement that you'd be dueling Cyno one night, you had the opportunity to satiate that curiousity — and flex a win against the master of TCG altogether.

To say Cyno was flabbergasted would be the understatement of the century. He'd repeatedly demanded for a second match that time (all the while Kaveh looked like he could die of pride) but you'd shut it off with the (not really) threat of charging extra for your lost time. Since then, he'd been hot on your tail, too. Trying to coax you into a second match with every strategy he can think of : bribing, bargaining, cracking awful jokes to befriend you — his hard work paid off, but the sight of a win against you still seemed to be far. At one point, those concerns were lost as you both simply found fun in each other's presence. Cyno, in the meantime, had noticed that your amiable personality was both a blessing and a curse. Do you not see the corrupt glints in their eyes? The wanton touches and disgusting saccharine lacing their words? No can do, they do not deserve your courtesy. Do not blame him for taking matters into his own accounts or show any semblance of concern after the personnel mysteriously disappear the next day ; its just a little favor for his TCG buddy.

Out of all of them, Tighnari took you the longest to get to know properly. Given his usually passive personality in the presence of others, no wonder he'd strayed a little from your attention. The forest ranger wasn't behind in knowing you, though. In fact, it seemed as though he had been picking up on clues his other friends were missing. Tighnari had been the first to take notice of your ennui, which he had surmised to be a result of all the people you have to deal with everyday. Turns out even you have your moments. One evening as Kaveh, Cyno and Alhaitham were preoccupied with debating over who-knows-what, Tighnari took the opportunity to approach you about it. He couldn't ignore the darkening circles under your eyes or the brightness in your optics dimming any longer — he's glad he did ; in truth, your life had gotten crazier than it was back when you were traveling, you'd confessed. You no longer felt truly...alone, even in moments that you're sure is securely private. Tighnari listened intently, for once the roles being switched. He sent hand-made remedies to help with your stress, frequently wrote to you to check your well being when he couldn't visit personally, anything within his power.

He felt sympathy for your state, such a precious person like you doesn't deserve this, you should be treated better, he could treat you better — now if only you're at arms reach to the forest ranger. Alas, for now he'd have to be content with this development. Tighnari has an inkling about who is, or are, responsible for your building misery. Does he intent to do anything with that knowledge though? Yes, coaxing you to his side, preferably.

The innocent, nameless wandering boy you'd taken with you on your return to Sumeru, suddenly returned home with a glowing anemo vision in the span of a few hours one fine afternoon. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary though, he was still as glued to your person (though nowadays he seemed to venture out more than usual), he was still the harmless boy you'd grown accustomed to. So then, why did it feel like something was amiss? Was it how often he'd find himself at the brink of an angry customer's fist? Or was it because that only occurs when you leave the counter to get something and that same customer just so happened to have been pushing you for a date beforehand? Your suspicions always end up fleeting though, you can never even raise an eyebrow at the boy, not when he looks at you with those glossy puppy eyes. In the end, it's always the other man that's handed over to the guards, it's always the others, in general at the face of your displeasure — not Wanderer, never Wanderer. If only you could see the same grin he directs at the retreating men behind your unassuming back.

You never did regret letting him trail behind your person (except maybe the bombarding allegations from your family of him being your significant other, it took one whole week to convince them otherwise, after all.) ; he was sweet and so.. clueless, as if he were but a newborn child. Your heart couldn't resist the poor thing and that's what brought you to this situation. Wanderer revels in the others' jealousy at the sight of you two's closeness (who could guess this same man had tried to take over Sumeru). He can do many of the things your other admirers can only dream of ; lean on your shoulder, fall asleep on your lap, play with your hair as you prepare a drink, whisper things in your ear with a purposefully lowered voice and get away with anything. All is well with the lost boy you'd picked up from the last turn of your travels, it's just that, you can't quite shake off the feeling of a strange familiarity everytime you look at his otherwordly eyes.

what do you call this? a love hexagon? 🤔

[ au masterlist ]

[chaptersleftunwritten]

Hi love!!! It’s absolutely been toooooo long since I set a request but I read your prompts & had to send this in!!!

Neighbor Eddie? Maybe he sees the new neighbor moving into the apartment next to his & gets a little obsessed with her? Constantly timing it out to see her in the halls or at the mail room, knows where she works so he “accidentally” stopped in, knows her favorite coffee shop, he’s just always “accidentally” bumping into her , possibly dark sorta stalker-ish story?? Idk Halloween got me in spooky vibes lately & i loved it!! if you’re not comfortable writing this I totally understand but as always I hope you’re doing good!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

(11. New Apartment and 16. A flock of crows) with Eddie Munson. Thank you for your request lovie, I hope this is deliciously spooky!!

Warnings: Stalking, obsession, Dark!Eddie, mentions of homicidal thoughts and torture, mentions of sexual content, 18+ content!

Days were becoming shorter and shorter— darker and gloomier. Through the bleak winter clouds your eyes were drawn to the inky crows circling above your head. Their squawks and wails so violent you could have mistaken them as alarm bells ringing in your ears. They knew something you didn’t.

It was evident that something wasn’t right. An ominous darkness that lay festering beneath the surface of the deceiving ordinary. You had felt it since you moved from your home town— since you had laid your head down to sleep that first night in your new apartment.

It was comparable to a pair of beady eyes staring at you from a shadowy corner. The coat rack that your brain had convinced you was a man looming at the foot of your bed. The feeling made itself known. It demanded to be felt.

At first, you couldn’t have possibly suspected the curly haired metal head who cozily lived across the hall was to blame for your bazar paranoia.

But then you began to see more and more of him…

Eddie was his name. Eddie Munson.

Time continued its endless march onward and you hadn’t noticed the pattern because you had blindly narrowed it down to mere coincidence that you were seeing him so often. And that’s how Eddie wanted it to be. Undetectable. Like micro dosing you with a highly addictive drug. He wanted you to think of him often, but he had to be discreet about how his practices were played out.

It started in the laundry room in the basement of your shared apartment complex. You would be waiting on your load of laundry to finish in the dryer whilst Eddie would be waiting for his things in the washing machine. This was the first of many evenings shared this way. You and Eddie stood silently whilst the clink and clank of fabric shook in the operating machines in front of you. He had clearly left some loose change or maybe a lighter in his pockets.

Until you decided to try and spark the first conversation, “You’re in apartment E, right?”

And that’s all it took for the poison to seep penetratively deep into Eddie’s psyche. He was enchanted by you. Blanketed in a fog of your perfume. Your voice like a siren song lulling him to a watery grave. You had bewitched him. He was hooked.

“I live right across the hall from you in letter F. I moved in last week.” Most people mistook Eddie’s silence as ignorance, but not you. You could see that he wanted to talk to you. You understood him.

“Eddie. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He replied sheepishly and you would be lying if you said that his voice hadn’t caught you off guard. Gruff with a hint of softness— like he hadn’t spoken aloud in a while.

There was an allure to him that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. The way his cheeks heated and his eyes darted everywhere but your face. It’s almost as if he was being seen for the first time. Like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been…

“I heard you play guitar? Sounds pretty cool. I can hear it through the walls sometimes.” You offer him a polite smile to try and coax him out of his shell, but he remains reserved. His arms crossed over his chest and his wild hair falling into his eyes. His eyes that seemed to be the deepest shade of brown you had ever seen. Swallowing light and offering only darkness.

“Didn’t mean to bother you. I’ve been needing to sound proof my walls.” His voice remained lodged in his throat, strangled. He wanted to keep the words unspoken. Thoughts that were meant only for him.

You wave away his worry with a flick of your wrist, “It doesn’t bother me. I do enjoy a good thumping base when I’m doing the dishes. Gives me a reason to dance around and not look clinically insane.”

Your laugh left him stilted— like a deer frozen in headlights. It was a sound he had only dreamt of. Something pulled straight from a fairytale. Your claws sunk into his skin further and his entire body erupted in an itch to run away from you.

“Sorry, I sometimes get ahead of myself, my name’s—“

Before you had any time to even just simply introduce yourself, the brunette was taking off out of the room. Like a criminal fleeing a crime scene. Full of panic and spontaneity.

“Wait— you forgot your… laundry…” And at that point you were meekly talking to empty space. Bumbling like a desperate fool.

If only in that moment you had taken the opportunity to look inside of his washing machine to discover that it was actually empty all along…

Eddie’s uncontrollable fascination with you only worsened with time and he found himself dressed in a dark zipper sweatshirt and a black baseball cap— premeditating his plans before he saw them through. He followed you to and from where you worked at a small bookstore near the edge of town. His breath breathing a thick spread of condensation onto the window pane as he searched for you through the glass. He would stand there for ridiculous amounts of time, sometimes for hours.

However he knew that to avoid suspicion he had to come inside at least a few times. Just to be safe.

He would trace his painted fingertips along the spines of books in the music section of the library and he would pick up one or two of the hardcovers and glance at the front page and the blurb on the back. Just to try and show some sort of faux interest. He would do this all whilst keeping his intense gaze fixated on you.

Your warm smile that always met your eyes. The way your nose scrunched slightly as you concentrated. He appreciated each article of clothing you wore and how the colours contrasted and complimented you beautifully. He longed to hear you laugh and he despised whenever another man would talk to you.

It caused his mind to darken to places it never had before. He would contemplate torture and homicide. He would indulge in fantasies of tying the men up to chairs, beating them into puddles of blood and drool and then making them watch as he fucked your sweet pussy silly. It drove him insane. You drove him insane.

He blamed you for what he was becoming. This animalistic hunter who only had an appetite for you and only you. Nothing could quench his thirst. There was nothing strong enough to drown out the thoughts he had about you.

It’s how he found himself standing behind you in the queue at your favourite cafe. Eddie found the coffee shop to be incredibly basic and he couldn’t quite understand why you loved and preferred it over any other, but if it meant that he got to see you more often then he would come here for the rest of his life.

Eddie hated coffee. He couldn’t stand the stuff. But just because he bought one, didn’t mean he had to drink it. All he had to do was to look like he was. So he nestled himself into a small crook at the hidden away corner of the store and left himself the perfect view of you from afar. He had your order memorised. Alongside the scent of your shampoo.

One day he promised himself that he would work up the courage to let himself into your apartment and see what trinkets of yours he could take but it was something he appreciated that it needed intricate and precise planning. Perfection took time, after all.

“Eddie?” You beamed down at him, your small and white ceramic mug and saucer balancing in the palm of your hand steadily, “What a pleasant surprise! How are you?”

Eddie gulped thickly at the thought of being caught and his trained and alert eyes follow your movements as you take a seat in front of him, welcoming yourself at his small table for one.

“I’m good. How are you?” His answers were always clipped and short. Nothing too interesting to draw you in, but enough mystery to leave you wanting more.

“Same old, same old!” Your shoulders bounce in a quick and dismissive shrug but he already knew what you had been doing prior to this interaction, “Do you come here often? I swear I’ve seen you in here a few times…” You weren’t confident in your allegation which caused Eddie’s heart to settle in his chest. He had you right where he wanted you. Dumb and sweet.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He cocks one of his eyebrows at you challengingly and his lips curve upward into a sly smirk. In just a sentence he had disarmed you and you melt into your seat comfortably.

“I’ve become quite the regular here…” You sip at the rim of your cup, leaving traces of your lipstick behind on the pristine glass which Eddie knew he would be taking home with him later, “It’s just so cozy! I love it.” You snuggle down into the collar of your cableknitted sweater, the one Eddie had watched you buy from the second hand store just a few blocks over.

Eddie knew you so well. All of your cute mannerisms and your nervous tells. But you hadn’t the faintest clue about him.

Everything seemed to shift one morning when you had stumbled into Eddie when you were retrieving your mail from your post box. It had become a theme for you both to be grabbing your mail at the same time, and somewhere inside of you, a part of you that existed deep down, began to feel uneasy around Eddie.

You began to take notice of the look in his eyes. He always seemed to be somewhere else. Miles away. You could always feel his presence so close behind you, an eerie existence that you couldn’t ignore. His breath would sometimes tickle the hair on the back of your neck and you could have sworn you had felt him sniff your hair at least once of twice.

You started to try and avoid him at any given opportunity. You thought that because he never spoke to you much anyways then there couldn’t be too much harm in the matter.

The only problem was the double edge to your sword. You thought Eddie wouldn’t notice… but of course he did. And it angered him to a point of no return.

“Jesus Christ!!” Your hand clutches at your heart, your fingers fisting at the fabric of your sweater, “I didn’t even hear you come down the stairs…” Your breathing is erratic at the discovery of Eddie standing behind you. It was his intention to remain quiet— to catch you off guard. He liked to see you scared and riled up… it.. excited him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Although his words sounded sincere, they weren’t. But he knew that you couldn’t tell the difference, “You okay?” He is closer now and he is nearly fleeting at the reflection of himself mirrored in the irises of your gorgeous and blown eyes.

He hears you gulp down a pool of saliva and it causes his smile to widen further, “It’s awfully early to be downstairs, is it not? Where are you off to?” He nearly pins you against the wall of metal post boxes but quickly reverts to opening his own locker. It was empty inside but you didn’t have to know that. He enjoyed toying with you. Puppeteering your feelings like a master of strings.

“I’m going to work.” You were struggling to deflect the annoyance and fear in your voice and Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle to himself lightly. It was a Sunday morning— you weren’t going to work. Actually, you were only down here to try and avoid running into him later on. You couldn’t hide from him anymore. He saw right through your charade.

“You’re going to work at 7 a.m. on a Sunday?” He pried further just so he could see you squirm. And the view was fucking delicious.

“Yes—“ He didn’t allow you to finish.

“In your pyjamas?” He takes his time as his eyes drink in your appearance from head to toe and you are suddenly under the impression that you may be in terrible danger…

“Well… I’m just about to go and get ready so… yes.” You slam your locker closed, twisting the key hurriedly and darting toward the staircase.

“One sec, I’ll walk up with you.” Eddie’s stern voice stills your movements and you shake your head, smiling uncomfortably. The corners of your mouth don’t meet your eyes. Eddie notices this.

“I really should get going—“

“And done.” He closes his locker with such gentleness that it makes your head spin and as he walks over to your rigid frame empty handed you feel your heart shudder in your chest.

“You didn’t have any mail?” Accusation is clear in your voice as you stare at his hands knowingly and Eddie stops dead in his tracks. His once warm smile falls from his lips and his eyes harden to as cold as ice as they meet your own.

“And you don’t have work today.” You watch his head tilt off to one side, like an interested dog listening to its owner for further command and your skin crawls with horrid goosebumps. Your stomach twists into anxious knots and your heart rattles so loudly in your chest that you are afraid he will hear it.

A dreaded silence falls over the empty hall, nothing to be heard but laboured breath. Your voice tremors with anticipation as you bring yourself to ask the question that you already know the answer to.

“How do you know that, Eddie?”

He offers nothing but a vacant stare, almost like he is waiting for you to make the first move. If you run, he will be sure to chase after you. But once he has you in his clutches— he won’t let you go.

“How do you know that.” You ask again, grasping the paper envelopes so tight to the point that they begin to crinkle in your grip. Eddie’s fingers twitch, longing to touch something. To touch you. To hold you still. He couldn’t handle much more of your minuscule frantic movements.

“I think you know how, sweetheart.” Groomed eyebrows perk up on Eddie’s forehead, beckoning you to antagonise him further. His eyes look scarily black now, lifeless like a shark circling its prey. He takes tedious and careful steps toward you but you match each one with a step further up the stairs.

“Well… I… I need to get going. Time is ticking.” You flash him one of your forced smiles again and it’s enough for Eddie to finally reach out and grab you from behind.

His fingers tangle through your hair and he yanks you back down from the staircase. Your envelopes aeroplane across the room and his fingers clasp firmly over your lips before your horrified blood curdling scream can leave your throat.

Eddie moans erotically into your ear as his nose tickles up the nape of your neck. His nostrils whiffing in your scent deeply like a bloodhound on the hunt, “Oh, baby. So soft. So beautiful.” He groans again as his fingers indent into your skin harshly and your thrashes against his restraint fail. Your back is flush against his hard chest and only one of his arms is strong enough to keep you there, “Finally I can have you all to myself…” His voice had shifted downward an octave and you can feel his wolfish smile against your neck before he starts to gnaw and nibble on your skin, “Hope you’re ready for the time of your fucking life…”

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[his-heart-hymns]

When Fyodor Dostoevsky wrote:

He does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing than open his heart freely.

And when Muneer Niyazi said:

janta huu ek aise shaḳhs ko mai bhi muneer

gham se patthar ho gaya lekin kabhi roya nahi.

And when Ahmed Faraz said:

ham ki dukh odh ke khalvat (solitude) me pade rahte hai

ham ne bazar me zakhmo ki numaish(exhibition nahi ki.

Each of us has pondered a universal question: Is it safe to share our vulnerabilities and sorrows with anyone? Personally, I find it challenging to express my feelings to others.

[watatsumiis]

I wanted to share if u dont mind?

Just imagine saving/helping greatly to someone Capitano values/cherishes and now not only u have goodwill of one of the Fatui Harbingers, but u also will gain a potential boduguard if u picked his interest. It will start as a sign of appreciation, theres not much people he holds dear, obviously, and if not your helping hand, maybe things might ve gone not so smooth.

But u are not fool, after some time u cant ignore rare calls for your company, him visiting u absolutely randomly, stumbling on a big bazar or some market "without meaning to". Neither can u stop him from making u at least some small gifts.

Only after u confront him and say that he sends mixed signals and u deserve as much gratitude anymore, at least not dirrectly coming from him, will he say in most deadpan, albeit smooth and calm voice.

"That was my intention to pursue u.. Thank u for noticing, btw. "

Wait this is such a cute idea though like... Capitano trying to be all sneaky as he shows his appreciation to you for saving one he cares about. Subtlety is not his forté so more often than not you just end up catching him standing nearby and staring at you intently.

I'd imagine that because of how hard he is to read, you quickly begin to think there's something wrong, but don't approach him first because of his high ranking and such. But then he starts doing small things in return, and you find gifts left out for you.

Finding out he's actually trying to court you would be such a sweet moment of realisation, I feel like he'd be almost bashful about it and it's so adorable when he's standing there waiting for your response looking as close to nervous as you've ever seen him omg.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Get Along Better

Probably add a pic later tehe

Pairing: Hongjoong X Fem Reader X Yeosang

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Cursing, feelings of abandonment, cheating, acts of aggression (no one is hurt), Oral sex (male receiving), angry sex, Dom reader, sub reader, angry dom Hongjoong, Sub??? Yeosang, spit, drool, choking, cum swallowing

Lemme know if I'm missing anything.

Word Count: 4.2K

A/N: This was a wild ride lol, sorry it's not really fluffy, wanted to do something kinda serious :P I was listening to this drake song and thought of this lol

MINORS DNI

This wasn’t supposed to happen, this isn’t what you wanted to do, you know it sounds cliché, but it was true. You didn’t expect that you would be under your ex on your 2-year anniversary with your boyfriend. This wasn’t supposed to be how your night ended, and Hongjoong didn’t deserve this.

It all started about 4 months ago, Hongjoong had gotten promoted to head of production for his label and you were so proud of him, you watched him make his dreams come true. However, with his promotion came long nights, which for you meant lonely nights in your shared apartment, being kept company by the gifts he gave you as “apologies” for the missed dates. You spent most nights alone in your cold bed, you missed his warmth, but you had to be understanding, this was his life now, this was your life now. It may be unfair and even saddening but all you could do was suck it up. Then again was it all you could do? One night you got a late-night text, you smiled hoping it was Hongjoong telling you that he was on his way home, but it wasn’t, it wasn’t even a text, it was an Instagram DM, that’s weird. You clicked the message and knew exactly who it was, you didn’t follow the account, but you knew just off the lame name. “y30_d0ber_”, yup, that was for sure your ex, Yeosang, you thought what he could possibly want, when you went back into the message all it said was “Are you awake? Can I please call you?” you thought the smartest thing was to say no or just block him, but you somewhat craved some human interaction. You could blame yourself for having no other friends except your boyfriend, but you’d rather blame Hongjoong for not coming home. 

“Sure” was all you said when you replied, you sent him your new number and not even 2 minutes later the phone rang. You looked at the unsaved number appear on your phone screen; you could still decline and say never mind but your finger moved faster than your mind and you swiped your thumb across the screen to answer. Yeosang called you to tell you that the girl that he started dating after you, had broken his heart, it was strange how comfortable the conversation was, then again before you two dated you were best friends, so it wasn’t too bazar that the chemistry was still there. It was all a big friend group with you Yeosang, Hongjoong and some others, you all were friends since high school, no one really knew you and Yeosang dated, everyone just thought you and him were close. He was close to Hongjoong for a while but then you and Hongjoong started dating a while after you and Yeosang broke up and Yeosang distanced himself from the group, he rarely spoke to you or Hongjoong. You two sat on the phone for 3 hours catching up and giggling and smiling, it had been quite some time since you felt happy to hear someone’s voice besides Hongjoongs.

“Sorry if this is overstepping but I just wanted to say that you’re even more beautiful Y/N.”

Your heart dropped and your face heated up over the compliment, you started to get a bit flustered, it had been so long since you were complimented, you knew that Hongjoong thought you were beautiful, but it’s been forever since he told you. You and Yeosang had wrapped up your conversation at around 1AM, you stayed in your bed smiling like a little schoolgirl. Like clockwork you got another call from Hongjoong, you immediately answered it.

“Hey baby, are you going to be home soon?”

“Hey baby…I’m so Sorry to do this but…”

He paused and your heart started to sink.

“…but what?” you said, it was still silent for a moment before he finally replied.

“I have to go out of town for a while, there is a singer that has specifically requested me to produce her album, this is a huge opportunity I can’t miss out on.”

He continued to give you the details of the job, but all your mind heard was “she”, why did it have to be a “she”. You knew that Hongjoongs career had him working with all genders and walks of life and you weren’t the jealous type because you knew that Hongjoong loved you enough to come home at night but that was the issue right there, he wasn’t even coming home anymore, in your mind you had no more security. Some other woman was about to be spending the time you deserved with your boyfriend, this wasn’t fair, that was supposed to be your time with him, those were supposed to be your late nights, why did she deserve them, you got out of your head to interrupt him.

“When are you leaving?”

“Her company is sent a private jet to pick me, Maddox and Eden up tonight.”

There is no way this was all discussed in one night; this was already planned.

“Our anniversary is in 4 months; will you be back then?”

You could hear him say “fuck” under his breath.

“Y/N, it really is out of my con-“

“But it’s not though, this is what you wanted, you could have said no, and you didn’t Hongjoong.” you got mad, he didn’t even discuss things with you, he didn’t even try to offer to take you with him, he was just going to pack up and leave you behind and alone just like he did every other night.

“Y/N, don’t be upset please, we both knew what this would be like when I got this position.”

“Yeah, I thought I would still have my boyfriend though Hongjoong, not some guy that sends me gifts instead of spending time with me or taking me out on dates, you know how long it’s been since we kissed? Since we went out, since we held hands, hell since we had sex? What about what I want Hongjoong?” you started to get more upset, you were seeing red.

“I thought me being happy was what you wanted Y/N?”

“Not if it meant me being miserable!” Your voice cracked and tears started to stream down your cheeks, there was a deafening silence over the phone, no one said anything for 2 minutes, how could he not say anything, you chose to break the silence.

“Whatever, enjoy your trip Hongjoong, I’ll be here, I guess.” You hung up and 1 minute later a text saying “I love you, I’m sorry ☹” from Hongjoong was all you got, you scoffed and went to bed with your heavy heart.

The next few months without Hongjoong was hard, it was long, but it wasn’t lonely. You and Yeosang had started to talk more, going from occasionally, to a couple times a week with texting and then to talking every night and texting throughout the day. You got text from your actual boyfriend still and could facetime for about 10 minutes but most the time he was either in his hotel room about to go to sleep or in the studio working. You had learned to be content with it, you became comfortable with it and had to accept that this was your cross to bear if you wanted to be with Hongjoong. You were grateful that Yeosang was there to keep you company though.

The day of you and Hongjoongs anniversary rolled around, and you called him as soon as you woke up, excited to just hear his voice. He answered after 2 rings.

“Good morning baby, how are you?” You said eagerly.

“Good morning” he said in a raspy voice, he yawned which indicated that your call had woke him up.

“I’m sorry, do you want me to call you back later?”

“Nah, it’s fine I’m up now, what’s up?” He said looking uninterested at the camera.

“Well, I just called to say, Happy anniversary…”

“Right, yeah, sorry, happy anniversary Y/N.”

You flashed a fake smile, and he gave you one back.

“You...you forgot, didn’t you?”

“Y/N, don’t start with me this early you know I have been busy; the days are kinda just going by fast.”

You tried your best to be supportive and you tried your best not to get upset but you just couldn’t help it.

“I get that Hongjoong, but would it kill you to remember our anniversary? It’s just one day? I bet if it was a deadline or something to do with her you would have remembered.”

He rolled his eyes and dramatically dropped his head on the headrest.

“It’s not like me and you are married Y/N, this is not that serious, it’s not even a milestone.”

Not that serious…not that serious… that’s the part that kept ringing in your head.

“You know what you’re right, it’s not that serious, just like you said we aren’t married, have a great day.”

You hung up, since it seems like this relationship isn’t serious for him it was time that it became not that serious for you. You decided to spend the day treating yourself and not replying to Hongjoongs messages are calls. You got your nails done, bought yourself a new outfit and even set up dinner plans, and no, not by yourself, you invited Yeosang out to dinner that night, on the night of your anniversary with Hongjoong. He was nothing short of a gentlemen the entire night, he looked so gorgeous, Yeosang had always been a pretty boy, but the black wolf cut he had done him even more justice. He asked if you were tired and offered to let you stay at his apartment since it was close to the restaurant, you should have said no, you should have just gone home, your pettiness was already done, why take it a step further? There was no logical answer to that question, you just missed being wanted, missed being held and Yeosang was there to do that. You two went back to his apartment, and you watched some random movie on his couch, you put your head on his shoulder and vented about how sad you were about Hongjoong.

“Y/N, he doesn’t deserve you, you do everything for him and sacrificed so much, why should he just get to be happy, I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

You gazed into his brown orbs before leaning in and attaching your lips to his. He said everything you needed to hear, he said everything you wanted your boyfriend to say and best of all, he was here with you. That’s how you ended up here in Yeosangs bed, bare underneath him as he kissed along your body. He kissed up the sides of your body trying to show you the attention you had been missing in your relationship, when he made it to your hardened nipples, he wrapped his pretty lips around and sucked them while his hands gripped the sides of your breast. You had to admit that the sensation wasn’t the same as when Hongjoong touches you because that was making love. This wasn’t that, this was revenge, this was payback, this was a long overdue fuck that you needed and had no one to give it to you.

As he sucked your nipples you moaned, your body was sensitive from the lack of care, he was so gentle and you were so upset, you just wanted him to fuck you, hard. You pushed him off of you , he fell to the side of the bed, and he looked up at you confused. You decided to take matters into your own hands, you gripped the base of his dick that he already put a condom on, he hissed at your roughness, he put one of your legs on the other side of him as you lined him up with your entrance.

“Wait Y/N let me prep you first.”

But you didn’t want that, you didn’t want to be cared about anymore in that moment, you just wanted to feel something to get the anger out. Once again you didn’t know if you were madder at yourself for doing this or mad at Hongjoong for pushing you too this breaking point.

“I don’t deserve it.” Was all you said before you sunk down on his length, helpless and needy moans came from your lips. The stinging pleasure hurt in the best way, Yeosang gripped your hips as you moved up and down on his dick, his heavy breathing, your moans and the squelching of your pussy was the only thing that could be heard in the room. You thought back to the time you and Hongjoong first had sex like this, you remember feeling shy with him seeing you in such a vulnerable state, you used your arm to cover your body and he giggled at you. He guided your hips up and down while telling you how beautiful you looked.

“You feel so good Y/N”

Deep in thought you heard the voice that wasn’t Hongjoong say this.

“Fuck, please go faster.”

Yeosang said as he dug his fingers into your sides so hard that it was going to leave a mark.

That’s right, it was Yeosang here with you, seeing your body, feeling you in the most intimate way. What were you doing here? Why were you doing this, you were covered in regret but then you are reminded of Hongjoongs actions since he was promoted, sure he was in the running for boyfriend of the year before that now he’s just a grumpy man that didn’t give you what you wanted, and all you wanted was him. So why not bounce on your ex-boyfriend’s dick.

You placed your hands on the sides of Yeosangs rock hard body and moved his dick out of your wet folds, he was puzzled but then you got on your toes on the bed and slid his dick back in. You started to quickly slam your hips onto his hard dick. Your pussy was so wet the sounds it made were pornographic, you moved your hands to Yeosangs buff shoulders to get more stability. He was barely hold on as he was roughly biting down on his lip trying to keep himself from cumming.

“Tell me I deserve better again Yeo.”

He couldn’t help his little whimpers and moans that came out, your pussy was tightly gripping him, he felt like he was going to go insane.

“I said tell me I deserve better again!” You didn’t mean to yell, but you just needed to hear it again, you needed the validation.

“You deserve so much better Y/N, you deserve this.”

You mean at his words, it made you feel empowered, made you feel like you had meaning.

“Yes, Fuck, I deserve to cum.”

Your pace got wilder as you started to scoot your hips back and forth, it had not rhythm of specific flow, you were just chasing your high at this point.

“Yes, cum Y/N, cum for me.”

A few more bounces and you were seeing stars, you and Yeosang both came as you held his throbbing dick deep inside of you. You swear post nut clarity was something men made up as an easy way to ghost women but that’s the only way to describe how you were feeling once you came down from your peak. A horrible strain of guilty washed over you as you removed yourself off Yeosangs now soft length. How could you do something like this to Hongjoong? Yes, he hasn’t been the most perfect partner, but he didn’t deserve this, no one did. You hurried and started to collect your clothes as you quietly spoke to yourself.

"Y/N, wait, you can clean yourself up and stay here if you want."

"Why, why...?" you said under your breath as you frantically put on your dress.

"Y/N"

"No...no...how could I?" you continued to talk to your self, Yeosang started to get concerned so he got up to check on you. He placed his hand on your shoulder, and you snatched your shoulder away, he jumped back.

"I'm sorry I have to go...this was a mistake." You left before Yeosang could convince you to stay. You headed home once you walked through the door of your apartment that was once filled with the atmosphere of love you started to feel sick to your stomach. You went to take a shower but no matter how hard you scrubbed you couldn't undo what you did. Once you were in bed you cried yourself to sleep.

The morning came and you were woken from your sleep by the front door opening, your eyes fluttered open, and you slowly rose from bed. You didn't even care who it was,  you just felt dull and numb. The door to your bedroom opened and Hongjoong stood in the frame. You got up quickly hurrying to go hug him, you wrapped your arms around him tightly.

"I missed you so much Hongjoong, what are you doing here?"

"I took a break from the project I'm going back tomorrow..." he said in an emotionless voice.

You released him from your grasp and smiled at him.

"Perfect I'll pack, I need to come with you." you walked to the closet happily, was this your get out of jail free card? You could go with Hongjoong and forget this ever happened, completely cut all ties with Yeosang and just move on with your true love. You grabbed your duffle bag and started to put your clean clothes in. Hongjoong stood there watching you silently with a blank face before saying something.

"Y/N how fucking stupid do you think I am?"

You froze in place, there was no way he could possibly know, no way.

"W-what are you-"

"Don't fucking bullshit me Y/N!" He yelled as he slammed his fist into the wall, you winced at his sudden anger.

"How the fuck do you think I feel getting on to a private jet to fix things with my girlfriend just to check her location and see she’s at her exes house?"

"...who told you he was my ex?"

He rubbed his face, stressed that that was what you chose to focus on out of everything he just said.

"Oh, my fucking God Y/N I'm not a fucking idiot, EVERYONE KNEW! YEARS AGO! You don't think I put two and two together when he conveniently stopped being both our friends when we started dating? Why does that even fucking matter? Why the fuck were you at his house that late and for that long?"

You looked around and started to hyperventilate, what can you do to get out of this? What can you say?

"Y-you- this is your fault! You pushed me to this point!"

This isn't what your brain was telling you to say but you had to defend yourself somehow.

"I pushed you to your exes house?! Y/N I get it I'm working a lot and I'm so sorry I have neglected you, but you can't possibly believe that whatever you did over there was excusable!"

"It's not but...what was I supposed to do Hongjoong? You gave me no other choice. You didn't spend time with me, you didn't talk to me, you weren't giving me attention emotionally or...physically."

His eyes were like daggers as he walked up closer to you, he was inches away from you as he stared directly into your soul.

"What the fuck do you mean...physically?"

You licked and bit your bottom lip as you started to babble before tears started to fall out of your eyes once again.

"...did you sleep with him Y/N?"

There was a silence, you could hear a pen drop in that moment, you looked up at him, eyes filled with tears.

"...I'm sorry...It wasn't supposed to happen...I'm so sorry Hongjoong."

You dropped to your knees, you were so emotionally distraught you didn't know what to do. You wanted to fix this, this was a mistake, a stain that needed to be washed away. You cried so hard you could barely breath, then you felt Hongjoongs hand pull your wrist harshly, yanking you upward. He pulled you over to the bed and pushed you down on to it. He grabbed you by your throat, you could feel that he wasn't trying to hurt you, but the amount of anger coursing through Hongjoong could be felt in his gaze.

"I don't give you what you want because I have to work to provide for us and you go and do whatever the hell you want like a spoiled fucking brat?" his grip got a bit tighter.

"You’re such a fucking slut, so eager to hop on the next dick that you find."

You whimper in his grasp, though his words were harsh you couldn't help feeling turned on, your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing while your clit throbbed. This was what you deserved, you deserved to be treated so roughly, what you wanted from Yeosang Hongjoong was giving too you right now.

"You just want to be fucked like a little whore then I'll do that." he released you and you coughed a bit.

"Get on your knees."

"Hongjoong I-"

"Don't speak to me, get on your fucking knees."

You listened and got off the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him. He stood there staring at you for a brief moment then grabbed your chin. He brushed your wet lips with his thumb.

"Did you let him fuck your pretty little mouth?"

"No, I swear."

"Open your mouth."

You obeyed him and opened your mouth, he stuck his thumb into your mouth and pressed your tongue down.

"Say sorry to me."

You tried your best to apologize to him with his finger in your mouth, but it just sounded like nonsense. He wanted you to feel stupid because what you did was stupid.

"You're so pathetic." He laughed at your efforts, a laugh you never heard from him. He tilted your head up and bent down a bit, you knew what was coming next. He spit directly onto your tongue, the cold saliva quickly turning warm in your hot mouth.

"Swallow."

That was all he said, and you closed your mouth, wrapping your lips around his digit and swallowed while you looked him in his low eyes.

"You want my dick in your throat?"

You nodded.

"Use your words, you're not that dumb."

"Yes, Hongjoong please fuck my throat."

"Take it out since you want it so bad."

He took his thumb out of your mouth, and you immediately reached for his jeans, you undid his belt, pants button and zipper and pulled his pants and underwear down. His hard dick sprung out, it was red and ready with precum drooling from it, degrading you really turned him on. You gripped the base of his dick and pumped it a few times before wrapping your lips around the tip. You started to bob your head up and down slowly like you usually do, but this wasn't a usual situation. Hongjoong grabbed the back of your head to hold it still and pushed his dick to the back of your throat making you gag. He pulled it out and slapped his wet tip on too your lips.

"I want you to fucking choke on my dick got it slut?"

"Yes."

You opened your mouth, and he slid his dick back in, Hongjoong was more on the average side when it came to length, but he had a good amount of girth, he could reach the back of your throat with easy and stretched your mouth while doing it. He rocked his hips as his dick fucked your hot mouth, he sped up the pace as you started to gag every time the tip hit the back of your mouth. Drool started to come out the sides of your mouth while he groaned and bit his bottom lip.

"You want me to cum down your throat, don't you?"

"Mm" was all you could say with your mouth stuffed, your eyes were watering and full strings of spit was coming out and dropping on your knees and the floor.

"I know you do whore, and you better fucking swallow all of it."

He started to pound his dick into your mouth, you whimpered at the unforgiving speed of his thrusting. You grabbed the sides of his hips to try to slow him down, but it was too late. He held his dick deep in your mouth as he shot his hot load down your throat. You immediately started to drink his seed as it came out. He pulled his member from your mouth, a string of spit connecting his dick and your tongue came out as well.

"Get up."

He started to pull up his underwear and pants, you got up confused. Even though you didn't deserve it, you were hoping that he would still give you the satisfaction of fucking you.

"I'm going back to work." Was all he said before he walked out the bedroom, you hurried to follow him to try to plead your case and hopefully fix your relationship.

"Hongjoong please understand that this was a mistake, I love you so much."

He didn't reply he just stayed silent as he walked out the door.

Leaving you there.

You were alone again.

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[seoul-bros]

"Intelligent, sensitive and loving" Harper's Bazar, Japan

"I was shocked and fell in love with him because he was not only perfect, but also exposed his vulnerability."

"You can feel his humanity from every moment, and you can see all of it blending into his stunning performance on stage."

The visuals are just wow but anyone looking for new information on what might be coming from Jimin in terms of music will be sorely disappointed. This article is decidedly lacking in new information.

Still I like the idea of reinventing yourself every time you put on new accessories. When I buy things for myself they usually have an intention and a meaning behind them even if I don't reveal that to the people around me.

When I wear them, as well as feeling happy, they make me feel that I am sharing a secret, if anyone is observant enough to notice.

I also love this suit with the wide leg pants. Wouldn't mind having one of my own if I had the dosh.

Post Date: 19/01/2024

[subir-astrologer]

CAN A PERSON WITH A WEAK 5TH HOUSE STILL EARN THROUGH THE SHARE MARKET/TRADING

The definition of weak has to be understood after reading the horoscope only. Merely by one’s saying weak house means nothing as there are many parameters that has to be considered in studying a horoscope.

AS PER THE DEFINITION OF THE WEAK HOUSE OF HOROSCOPE, IT DOESN’T DENY AN EVENT THAT ONE NEED TO UNDERSTAND FIRST.

A single house do not give any event, it’s the combination of different house with respect to the planets gives an event.

So there is always a possibility of earning from share marketing if there such combination in the horoscope which favours that event.

There is no place for general prediction in such type of question. A dictum of astrology is such that it will be applicable for all, irrespective of any caste and religion.

So it is advised to get the horoscope analyzed by a good astrologer and understand about the said event and then make your own decisions about the event, rather than making wrong assumptions with a bit of information.

[trustymikh]

I see you posting crk stuff sometimes so I feel like I gotta ask-

Do you have a favorite cookie? Or lore-bit?

And do you have more art to share 👉🏼👈🏼?👁️👁️

Phhh well, if we are talking vibes/aesthetics, Financier is my absolute queen 👑 with Prune Juice being close second.

Narratively Hollyberry's special event story (the dragon one) is my favorite (I adore the way Holly is written and the way she motivates people to love, care and believe). Otherwise very normal about all the bazar scenes with Chip and Wildberry in Odyssey

Sadly I don't have anything decently finished at the moment, but I might post sometime soon!

[mak3itr7ght]

Pair: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader (Aladdin Au)

'Dad! Dad! Tell us one of your stories!!'

I see my little children running towards me and hugging me.

'Kids! IIt's bedtime. Don't disturb your father'

With a nod, I look at Y/n, who is trying to convince our little ones to go to sleep.

But they don't seem to give up, they are my children, after all.

I invite them to sit next to me.

'Let's have a deal... I'll tell you the story, but then you'll have to go straight to bed, okay?'

The little bipeds nod, sitting next to me.

I clear my throat.

'This.. is a romantic story, the story of two dreamers, and.. a genie!!'

I say, doing this move:

The kids start laughing. Me with them.

'Once upon a time...'

BEGINNING OF STORY

Jungkook's POV:

'Sire! It's not possible that every chance you get, you try to escape from the palace!'

'Come on, Karim, don't you think you're exaggerating?... I don't do that..often'

'it's the 24th time...this month...'

'oh... I think you're wrong, I count 25'

'25? Impossible- HEY!'

Luckily Karim didn't notice the open window. Sometimes I feel sorry for that poor guy, but I can't stay enclosed in that building, it goes against my nature.

My sister recently became the sultan, she has always been my source of inspiration, but first, I have to find my path, my purpose, and for now, I want to know what is outside the palace, what she thinks our people, what do our people dream of!

By climbing along the buildings of the town, I manage to elude the guards who are looking for me. Finally, I can enjoy the bazar, my absolute favorite place: hearing people's laughter, their conversations, the smells of spices, the sand in the air, the children running and playing, the bright colors of the fabrics and flags, because here there are not only peoples from Arabia, this is a place full of travellers, who come from every land and... the most beautiful thing, the music, which transports me with it every time, makes me travel, makes me dream , makes me dance, makes me sing and frees me from every chain, from every role, from every responsibility.

I start singing a song and, together with all the other people, we start dancing among the stalls! it's always so nice to share these moments with my people.

Once the song is over, a huge applause starts. I look around, but one stand in particular steals my attention. I get closer to take a better look at what was displayed on that table covered with a beige tablecloth. Jewels. Not even in the palace have I ever seen such beautiful ornaments, enriched with such colorful and shiny stones. One ring particularly attracts me, adorned with a blinding red ruby.

'Excuse me, ma'am, how much do you want for this ring?'

I turn towards the hooded woman, owner of the stall.

'It's 22 denarii'

She tells me, coming closer and lowering her hood.. who would have thought, I was wrong, she is a girl and.. she is beautiful, I might add. I remained enchanted by that charm for a few seconds, as if I had ended up under some magic spell ..

'Mh? Everything's alright? Did you see anything strange?'

The girl says, waving a hand in front of my face, unlocking that state of Trance into which she herself had led me.

'Oh.. yes yes, here you go..'

I take out my trusty bag where I keep the coins and then hand the 22 denarii to the girl, while she, in turn, hands me the ring.

'Thank you! it's a really beautiful jewel... did you create them?'

The girl shows a slight smile.

'Yes, just me, I often find these stones along my travels and make them into jewels'

'You're a traveler then. It's obvious you're not from here haha'

'Actually, my mother has Arab origins, while my father comes from the distant West'

Uhh.. exotic, I like it. Probably she inherited those expressive eyes from her father’s side.

'You know.. I found that ruby not too far from here, near a very unique cave.. I hope it will bring you luck, Your Highness'

I widen my eyes in surprise.

'H-how did you know-'

'SIRE! FINALLY HERE YOU ARE!’

Oh Karim... always at the wrong time..

I hide the ring in the pocket of my robe and am forced by the guards to return to the palace. Before going, however, I turn my gaze towards that girl, who I forgot to ask her name. She was already observing me, and once our gazes align, like the sun and moon during an eclipse, we exchange a smile, while then she raises the hood on her head, going back to rearranging the necklaces on her stall.

Y/N's POV:

I Sigh. Putting the jewels I couldn't sell today back into my bag. Today was different from the usual.

I return home, noticing my mother cooking in our kitchen.

'I'm back!!!'

‘Darling! How was your day? Did you manage to sell anything?'

'Something..yeah. In particular, I sold the ruby ring.. to the Prince Jungkook'

I see my mother jump.

'Prince? Did the prince himself buy one of your jewels?'

I nod, chuckling.

'and tell me.. what he said to you??'

'Nothing that interesting, mum. Sorry but we can't talk now, I have to rush to the workshop, I still have some stones to cut and tomorrow will be another busy day, many travelers will arrive and therefore more chances to sell!!!'

'Y/n! My baby! But don't overdo it with all this work...'

I immediately run upstairs, straight to my work table. I take out of my bag an ocher stone that I found a few days ago, I was thinking of dividing it in two and making a pair of earrings.

'Oh.. where did I put the razor blade.. Here it is!'

I stop for a second, looking at some old canvases that are near my bed, I stop for a moment, but then, shaking my head, I return to my work.

Who knows if, when the prince looks at the ring, he will think a little about me.. pff.. what am I thinking? He is a prince, he will have an infinite number of rings, what he bought today must have been one of the many whims that nobles have...

Jungkook's pov:

'Jungkook, now you're exaggerating with these constant escapes from the palace.'

'But, Jasmine, I-'

'Listen to me, it's not that I don't want to get you out, but, don't you think it's time you start studying? Acculturate yourself? One day, you will be the sultan'

'Jasmine, I don't want to lock myself in a library and waste my time there, I.. I'm a-'

'yes, a dreamer, you always say it..'

'Wasn't it your desire to escape from the palace that made you meet Aladdin? Or am I wrong?'

'no but..'

'Then why don't you let me out?'

My sister doesn't respond.. it's the first time I've managed to dismantle her, I stay and watch her while she turns and leaves my rooms, apparently annoyed.

I don't understand what's wrong with her. Since our father died, she has changed, her husband also thinks so.. however, it is not easy to manage an entire nation alone, being a woman, many ""people"" sometimes don't believe her and even allied countries tend to always put it in the background. Maybe that's why she doesn't let me out, because she doesn't want me to become like her... but it's senseless. I sit on the bed and the ring I bought this morning comes out of the pocket of my dress.

'I forgot about you'

I'm starting to talk to objects... good, I'd say.

'I wonder what the name of that girl who sold you to me is.. I can almost see her angelic face in the reflections of your scarlet shades..'

I lie down on the bed, still observing the jewel, and then my sight look out the window... it's the ideal evening to walk in the garden, with the light of the full moon illminating the landscape, a light which, colliding with the ruby of my ring , causes a blinding glow emanate from it. I'm probably going crazy, but I feel some sort of strange energy coming from the jewel.

'I have decided! Tomorrow I will go to the market again, with my sister's permission, and I will visit that girl!'

I smile, and then, instinctively, give the ruby a light kiss.

As soon as my lips left it, however, the glow that had appeared before, reappeared, but this time, it couldn't be thanks to the moon... A pink cloud begins to emerge from the ring, spinning around me. Surprised, I throw the jewel across the room, while the cloud continues to spread across the room.

I continue to observe the scene with my mouth open.

The cloud takes the form of a creature... or it would be better to say, a lady, more precisely, and my surprised look soon becomes a confused one.

I observe the creature, when it begins to speak to me.

'At your service, master! Tell me, what is your wish?'

'Oh...but you, you are a genius!?!?!?'

'Who else should I be? A pink unicorn?'

I burst out laughing, above all, at the joy I'm feeling.

'so I have the three wishes available, right? Okay, so the first-'

'STOP STOP STOP boy!'

The female genius looks around.

'You have to be careful what you wish for, I'm not the lamp's genie..'

My gaze returns to confusion.

'What do you mean?'

'Well... unlike him, you can ask me more than three wishes, but... I can only help you when, to make that wish come true, there is no other way out'

I still don't understand... that's why I limit myself to looking at the creature with the same disoriented look.

'Pff.. you princes.. you are all the same.. Let me explain better, then..'

The genie makes a blackboard appear with some doodles.

'if you were in prison, sentenced to death, you call me and wish to escape, I can do it with just a snap of my fingers! However, if next to you you have the bunch of keys to your cell or a file to cut the bars on the window, I can't help you..'

'Oh...'

I finally understood.

'But then you're useless...'

'USELESS?! WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK, SIR!'

'Yes, sorry.. but.. listen, the only wish I have in mind right now is to want to meet a girl-'

'Ah and I can't grant wishes related to love! It would undermine free will, don't you think?'

'I don't want to make her fall in love with me. I just want to meet her and talk to her, I don't feel like I'm affecting any free will. Furthermore, objectively speaking, now I have no other methods to reach her because I don't know where she lives, I don't even know her name.. '

The genie looks at me, confused.

'So you fell in love with a girl you don't even know?'

'she was the one who sold me the ring with your ruby, do you understand?? This is destiny! And..for the record..we spoke this morning, so..I know her..I know her enough to say that..she has a soft voice, delicate skin, big expressive eyes and hair that looks so soft.. it's perfect!'

'and you're head over heels for her...alright, Prince Charming, I'll take you to her, I understood who she is'

Y/n's pov:

'They're wonderful eheh'

I take the ocher earrings I just made, holding them up in front of the window so the moon can give them some light.

'but now it's late.. I'd better go to sleep..'

I put away my tools, and adjust the for tomorrow.

Suddenly, something bursts through the window of my room, which makes me jump in fear. I hold myself against the wall, petrified, trying to understand what has just entered the room.

'it was crazy, genie!!! We have to do it again!'

'Will you calm down!? Look who's in front of you!'

That male voice is not new to me... the shadow of the male figure who is hidden in the room, approaches me towards the moonlight coming through the window, revealing his identity.

'Your Highness.. what are you doing here? And.. and what is that??'

I say, in panic, trying to settle down a bit.

My eyes widening at the sight of that pink human-shaped cloud..

'Hey hey hey, calm down, don't be afraid. I understand that you feel disoriented but I will explain everything to you! She is the genie of the ring!'

I remain silent, still not understanding.

'Oh.. well.. she's basically a very powerful entity, who can make anything you want come true, she popped out of the ring I bought from you, this morning'

I let myself slide along the wall, with my mouth open, ending up sitting on the floor. The prince laughs, and comes to sit next to me.

'I know it all seems like a dream.. and I'm sorry to have surprised you like this, at this time, but.. I wanted to meet you so much! Taking you to the palace and maybe getting to know each other a little, what do you think?'

The boy approaches me, dangerously, and slightly arrogantly. Annoyed, I get up and look at him irritated.

'but how dare you? Alright, you're the prince, but doesn't that give you the right to barge into my house, into my room, at this hour, aided by this... being and then order me to come to the palace with you and get to know each other better? You nobles are all the same, arrogance comes out of every pore. Get out of here!'

I say, pointing to the window.

'But I-'

'I said out!'

'but at least.. you could tell me your name'

'NO'

So the prince, silently and apparently mortified, approaches the genie, and once the latter snaps her fingers, they disappear before my eyes.

'maybe I exaggerated...'

Jungkook's pov:

What happened shocked me almost more than when they told me that my father was no longer here, maybe now I'm exaggerating the situation... but really...

'What did I do wrong, Genie!?'

I say sitting on the ground, frustrated. The genie sits next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder.

'Prince, I think you made the wrong approach to that girl..'

I turn towards her, with a confused and... annoyed look.

'She called me arrogant! I didn't do anything wrong!'

'Maybe not everyone fully understands your behaviour, what for you may have been an innocent invitation, for her seemed like an order...'

'So what should I do?'

'Maybe tomorrow you should go back to her stand and apologize'

I nod..laying on the bed and praying that the night would pass quickly.

the morning

As soon as the slightest ray of sunlight caresses my eyelids, I open my eyes wide. I have to run to the bazar. I get ready, take the ring and start to go out the window, when something stops me... maybe it's that "common sense" I've always heard about... I decide to go to my sister.

'Jasmine.. first of all, sorry about yesterday.. I promise you that I will start studying and stop running away.. but you have to allow me to go out, only today.. please'

I bow before my sister, begging her to give me permission to go out. Raising my head, I see Aladdin placing his hand on Jasmine's hand, urging her to grant my wish.

'Okay, Jungkook, go, don't worry, it won't be the last time I'll let you out, but lessons will start next week'

Out of joy, I run to hug my big sister and her groom. Then i run out of the building, straight towards the market. People sing, dance, but in that moment, for the first time, the music fails to captivate me. Among the crowd, I manage to glimpse the girl's stall and... her! With her hood, with her back turned...but still her!!! I smile and move closer.

'Hey hey hey! Sorry about yesterday... I was a fool, I exaggerated, so much that you misunderstood my intentions-'

The girl turns around, lowering her hood... it's not her.

'Oh.. sorry, maybe you are looking for my child- But.. sire..'

The woman raises her hand to her mouth in surprise. I grab her other hand, squeezing it.

'Ma'am.. can you tell me where your daughter is?! I have to talk to her..'

The lady, still a little shaken and confused, hesitates for a few words.

'I think she went to the stand where Omar sell the paintings... it's right over there'

'Thank you very much, ma'am'

I say, kissing the woman's hand. I move towards the stall of paintings, I know the good man who creates and sells them... now that I think about it, yesterday, despite the mess that happened, I noticed some paintings placed in a corner of the girl's room..advancing among the people, I finally manage to glimpse my mysterious girl, without a hood, focused on admiring a painting of a starry night.. the people seem to advance from the opposite side of the market, allowing me to get closer to her. I remain there, next to her, observing that painting..

'It's a really nice painting, don't you think?'

The girl slowly turns towards me.

'Youe Heighness..'

'I'm sorry about yesterday..'

'No.. I'm the one apologizing.. I went too far.. I thought about the words you said to me, and there was nothing arrogant about them..'

'I was the one who let you misunderstand'

I approach her.

'Anyway.. my name is-'

I put a finger in front of the girl's mouth, not letting her finish a sentence. I smile, then give her a note.

'I hope you will come..'

I turn, walking towards the guards who escorted me, feeling my heart lighter.

Y/n's pov

I remain petrified by the prince's gesture, but, at the same time, it makes me chuckle. I look at the folded note in my hands. I open it and read the contents.

In seven moons, in the royal garden, don't worry, there will be guards to take you there, wait for me at the gazebo at the end of the path. I hope you'll be there...my dreamer.

No one has ever called me that..

'Okay, your highness, I'll play along' i said to myself, carrying the note close to my chest, almost as if I'm hugging it.

One week later

I arrive in front of the door of the immense palace, there are two guards there, I approach them.

'Name.. please'

The prince doesn't know my name.. how can I make them understand that I have to meet him.. what if..

'Dreamer..'

The two guards look at each other, exchanging a few glances, and then nod and open the door to allow me access. Smiling, I advance, heading towards the garden that his heighness told me about in the note. I can already see the gazebo, adorned with an limitless variety of flowers and illuminated by moonlight. Once inside, I find a canvas, some brushes and a box full of colours.

'But..'

'So you came!'

I turn towards that voice, which I now recognize immediately... seeing a beautiful and elegant boy coming towards me. Now that I think about it, every time I've met him, he's always wearing ordinary clothes, never anything that fancy. He approaches me.

'I noticed that you like painting, and that you used to paint in the past... tell me, what made you stop'

We sit on one of the benches in the gazebo, looking at that empty canvas makes me think of my childhood... this makes me move.

'My father was a painter, when I was little, I hoped to become like him, until a few years ago, I painted an indecipherable number of canvases... I took some to the market, but I couldn't sell even one... my dream is always been to portray the most beautiful moments on a canvas, so as to be able to ensure true immortality for those memories... but, when I lost my father, I decided to give up that dream, both because, due to my origins, it wouldn't have made any money, and because I had to take care of my mother..'

The prince wraps his arm around my shoulder and brings me to him, instinctively, I rest my head on his shoulder.

'I'm sorry about your father...I really am, but, in my opinion, you should start painting again, it's your dream in the end, and isn't it the very act of doing it that keeps your father's memory alive? You know... sometimes it happens that we are forced to put our dreams aside... it's happening to me, right now, you know... before, I didn't have a real dream, on the contrary, I wanted to find one. Before meeting you, I understood that my dream is probably to dance, sing, compose music... but now, like a good prince, I have to put all this on the back burner, because I have to prepare to become the future sultan.. but.. do you know the beautiful thing about being a dreamer? They manages to make their dreams come true, because they believes in them, because they sees them, because they maintains their passion for them..this is my path '

'ours...you mean.'

I say looking into the boy's eyes, while I caress his hand with mine. He smiles, and then turns his gaze towards the canvas... then, I get up, start taking the brushes and colours... and off we go. Hours pass, the night gets deeper and deeper. I can feel his tall gaze as I paint. Once finished, I look at my hands, now smeared with colour, together with the white dress I had worn for the occasion. The prince approaches, taking my hand.

'Heighness! There was paint on my hand'

'Well then?'

The prince states, dipping a finger into the purple paint and then running it along his right cheek. We burst out laughing, and then we look at the canvas..

'what do you plan to name it?'

'I think the most suitable name is... Dreamers'

Present Jungkook's Pov:

By now the night was fading, giving way to dawn...and a new day...the two remain observing each other for a few minutes, in silence, when suddenly the girl takes the boy's face, bringing it to hers, zeroing the distance between them, with a kiss full of love and sweetness. The guy wraps his arms around the girl's waist, while she does the same around his neck, after their lips part, they bring their foreheads together, closing their eyes.

'And by the way.. the name is Y/n..'

'it's beautiful..'

'Thank you.. haha..'

'But I'm not just talking about your name, I'm talking about all of this'

'I had guessed it, your highness'

The two laugh.

'So... that means you and your mother are coming here, right?'

'As tall as you wish'

END OF STORY

'At that response, the boy, whose name was Jungkook picked the girl up, hugging her and kissing her again. Luckily, her sister Jasmine had already removed the law that forced nobles to marry other nobles. So, the two prepared a stylish and colorful wedding, where everyone danced and sang and then... the two dreamers had children...'

'Stubborn like their father'

Y/n says, crossing her arms and looking down at us.

'But with their mother's temper'

We all burst out laughing as my babies start climbing on me.

'but dad! And the genie? Where has she been?'

'You didn't tell us how the painting was made!!'

I get up from the couch, picking up my two puppies.

'Am I wrong or did you promise me that once the story was over you would go to bed? If I don't see you in your bed in five minutes, tomorrow I won't tell you what happened to the genie and I won't show you the painting!'

'You mean the painting is here!!! LET'S RUN TO SLEEP COME ON!!'

The two little bipeds immediately run into their little room, while I fall back on the sofa, tired, but happy, with my Y/n, leaning on my chest.

'Is it possible that they never noticed?'

'I think they'll pay attention to it tomorrow, my dreamer'

The painting is located right in this room, on the wall in front of us, it portrays me and Y/n, under the gazebo, accompanied by the bright colors of the flowers and illuminated by the moon. Yes, that is a moment that will never die. I think, hugging my sweet Y/n even closer to me, and observing for a few seconds, the ring with the red ruby, on the table near the sofa, which shines more than usual..

[mariacallous]

The brutal rape and murder of a Belarusian woman in Poland has highlighted the issue of women’s rights in a country where the legal definition of rape was laid down almost a century ago, and abortion is difficult to access even for those who were raped.

Liza was returning home through Warsaw city centre around 05:00 on a February morning after meeting a friend. As she was passing a residential building, a man approached her from behind, pressed a knife to her throat, and dragged her behind the building’s gate. What happened next, we know from CCTV footage: he violently raped her while strangling her, leaving her lying on the ground naked. Liza was found several hours later and taken to hospital, but she never regained consciousness and passed away on March 1. The man, a 23-year-old Pole with a history of drug offences, was identified the same day and arrested. He now faces a life sentence in jail.

The rape and murder of Liza, a 25-year-old Belarusian woman, shocked wider Polish society as well as the large Belarusian expat community. The tragedy prompted Belarusian women to share their own stories of sexual violence, launching the trending hashtag #хопіцьгвалціць (#stopraping), which is already being referred to as the Belarusian #MeToo movement.

Simultaneously, it has provided momentum in the ongoing struggle by the coalition party New Left (Nowa Lewica) to change the definition of sexual violence in the Polish criminal code, where rape was legally defined for the first and last time in 1932, while giving fresh impetus to multi-party efforts to reverse the previous conservative government’s virtual banning of abortion in 2020.

Victim-blaming

News about Liza’s rape and hospitalisation first began to appear in the Belarusian media on February 25, provoking reactions that showed the scale of the task to change some attitudes in Polish society.

Some expressed sympathy and were eager to help; after reports surfaced that the woman lacked medical insurance, people raised $80,000 (around 319,000 zloty) in a single day for her treatment. However, other articles garnered dozens of judgmental comments and musings about whether the woman had acted correctly by returning home alone after a night out.

“I was shocked by the comments because they were all about ‘she shouldn’t have been there’, ‘why was she walking alone at night’ – all that traditional nonsense,” says the Belarusian feminist activist, Nasta Bazar. “When it became known that Liza had died from rape and strangulation, I scrolled through the comments and this time I saw ‘poor girl’. It made me really angry, so I urged people to share their stance [under the hashtag #stopraping].”

“My aim wasn’t for women to share their own stories because I understand it’s re-traumatizing,” Bazar continues. “I just wanted people to state their position, like, ‘I’m against violence… Instead, women started sharing their stories. I’m incredibly grateful to them for doing so because it highlights the scale of violence in our society.”

The hashtag united many posts on Instagram and Telegram. Women who had experienced sexual assault also shared their stories anonymously with popular Belarusian outlets. The scale of the movement  has already been compared to #MeToo. Belarusian political and public figures also expressed their support, among them opposition leader Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya, who urged her compatriots in Poland to take a stand against violence towards women and join the memory march for Liza that was held on March 6. This gathered around 2,000 people at the site of the tragedy. Symbolically, it was called the Silent March, named so because Liza didn’t scream or show any visible resistance during the rape. She was almost unconscious during the attack, as the perpetrator was strangling her.

This fact sparked new discussions around changing the definition of rape and its punishment under Poland’s criminal code. Currently, rape is legally defined as forced sexual intercourse using threats, force or deceit. But to meet this legal threshold it requires the victim to express opposition to the unwanted sexual behaviour.

“If the raped Liza had survived, the perpetrator would probably have escaped punishment for rape because she didn’t scream – that’s why we want to change the definition [of rape],” says lawyer Danuta Wawrowska, the author of a draft bill, sponsored by New Left, currently wending its way through parliament that would amend the definition to one that interprets rape as sex without consent.

There have been attempts already in the past to change this. In 2016, a high-profile trial against a 26-year-old uncle charged with raping his 14-year-old niece began. The now 22-year-old niece and her lawyers argued that the man should be tried for rape, while the prosecutor’s office insisted on a charge of having sex with a minor. The prosecution struggled with acknowledging a case of sexual violence since the girl did not scream.

The first-instance court found the man guilty of rape and sentenced him to three years in prison. But the appellate court overturned the verdict and brought forward a new charge, this time solely for having sex with a minor. According to Polish law, such a crime carries a penalty from two to 12 years in prison. But because the incident occurred just a few days before the niece’s 15th birthday (which is the age of consent in Poland), the man’s sentence was reduced to one year in prison suspended for three years.

At present, many convicted rapists in Poland frequently receive suspended sentences. Over the period from 2010 to 2016, between 31 per cent and 41 per cent of convictions for rape concluded with solely suspended jail terms. Only 13 per cent of those convicted of rape received sentences of between five and ten years, according to Dziennik Gazeta Prawna.

Furthermore, while the latest police statistics show that in 2021 Polish law enforcement solved 88 per cent of the 1,081 rape cases pursued, during that year another 1,176 cases were opened but ultimately closed because the police could not find evidence of rape having occurred.

This poor conviction rate, along with the weak sentences handed down to rapists, is believed to discourage many victims of sexual violence from reporting the crimes.

“Today, in Poland many women are afraid of going to the police to report rape because they know that they will have to answer questions about whether they screamed or tried to fight. Women have to prove that they actively resisted. This is humiliating, and I think it makes it even harder for women to report rapes and seek justice,” says Dorota Olko, spokesperson for New Left.

Lack of consent

New Left’s bill to change the definition of rape and strengthen the punishments for it was submitted to parliament in mid-February. In line with other countries like the Czech Republic, which is also in the process of updating its rape legislation, the reform looks to define rape as sex without consent and increase punishments for the crime, raising the minimum term of imprisonment from two to three years with a maximum term of 12 years.

The bill was signed by 21 MPs from coalition parties New Left, Civic Platform, the agrarian Polish People’s Party, and the Christian-democratic Poland 2050, though there has been some pushback from those on the opposition right, particularly among the far-right Confederation (Konfederacja).

“There are still people in the Polish Sejm, who see this as an ‘anti-men’ bill. Even despite such a horrific and fatal rape of the Belarusian woman, there are still doubts about whether such a law change is needed in the Polish criminal code,” laments Olko.

Nevertheless, during its first reading the bill didn’t spark any major debates. New Left intends to develop the legislation, taking into account MPs’ comments that mainly concern details and clarification of some points, such as in cases involving minors. The revised bill will be presented by New Left for its second reading on April 9.

Abortion on the agenda

The case of Liza has also brought attention back to Poland’s stringent abortion laws.

Even after the previous conservative-populist PiS government tightened the already strict abortion law following a ruling from the Constitutional Tribunal in 2020 to one which also banned abortions in cases of foetal abnormalities, victims of violence are still one of two categories of women granted the right to an abortion. The other is for those women whose lives are endangered by the pregnancy.

However, even when meeting the permitted criteria, Polish women can still struggle to access abortion services. For example, last year the family of a 14-year-old girl who was raped by a relative fought for the right to have an abortion. Yet a doctor refused to perform the procedure on the grounds of conscience. Later, the procedure was carried out thanks to the intervention of a women’s rights organisation, as reported by the Polish Press Agency.

In the same year, a 33-year-old woman who was five months pregnant died on the operating table. She had been brought to the hospital after her water broke. The following day, she was diagnosed with septic shock, but doctors still would not perform a life-saving abortion. It turned out that the hospital where she was being treated had not performed any abortions since 2018, according to Rzeczpospolita.

It is evident that some doctors remain afraid of the strict penalties imposed for carrying out or organising abortions later deemed illegal, which includes imprisonment of up to three years. In the years since the Constitutional Tribunal ruling in 2020, the number of legal abortions has decreased tenfold, amounting to only about a hundred cases per year since 2020, according to Statista.

After the liberal-democratic coalition government took power in December, two of the parties in the coalition – Prime Minister Donald Tusk’s Civic Platform and New Left – presented bills to decriminalise the procedure to the Sejm.

New Left submitted two bills: one proposes to decriminalise abortions, keeping only two exceptions but removing responsibility for conducting a procedure; the second proposes to allow abortion on demand up to 12 weeks. Civic Platform presented a bill that resembles New Left’s proposal to legalise terminations on demand up to 12 weeks.

However, the more conservative Third Way alliance in the coalition – Parliamentary Speaker Szymon Holownia’s Poland 2050 and the Polish People’s Party – want to revert to the law before PiS tightened it and merely re-allow abortion in the case of foetal abnormalities.

“We have four bills to be considered during a single session. The situation is complicated by the lack of consensus among the parliamentary majority on this issue,” says Olko.

The bills will be considered by the Sejm at a session in mid-April, though the PiS-allied president, Andzej Duda, has the power to veto any bill he doesn’t agree with. He has already commented on the abortion bills, describing them as a demand for “the right to kill”.

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Monthly Roundup January 2024

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@so.informed

@letstalkpalestine

@euromedhr

@humanrightswatch

@amnesty

@red_maat

@cjpmeoffical

@unicef

@sulalanimalrescue

@savethechildrencanada

@oxfamcanada

@oncanadaproject

@wearthepeace

@devthepineapple

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"The long-awaited trial of a child soldier-turned-commander in the notorious Lord's Resistance Army (LRA) has begun in Uganda.

Thomas Kwoyelo faces more than 70 charges - including murder, rape and the recruitment of child soldiers. He becomes the first LRA commander to be tried by a Ugandan court, marking a watershed moment for the country's judicial system."

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Heart Month 2024 is an annual observance in February dedicated to raising awareness about heart health and cardiovascular diseases.

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Every year on February 12th, Red Hand Day encourages political leaders to stop the use of child soldiers. This day is also referred to as the International Day against the Use of Child Soldiers.

Hundreds and thousands of handprints have been collected in more than 50 countries and handed over to politicians and to responsible parties, including UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon. There is progress, but there are still 250,000 child soldiers in the world.

Help to stop this abuse of children. Show your Red Hand to the world!