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dfroza · 1 year ago

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the parchments, the scrolls

documenting the hope on which to stand

(A sacred work)

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 4th and closing chapter of the letter of 2nd Timothy:

And now I bring you this charge before God and Jesus the Anointed, the one destined to judge the living and the dead, at His glorious appearance and His kingdom: go out and preach the word! Go whether it’s an opportune time or not! Reprove, warn, and encourage; but do so with all the patience and instruction needed to fulfill your calling because a time will come when some will no longer tolerate sound teaching. Instead, they will live by their own desires; they’ll scratch their itching ears by surrounding themselves with teachers who approve of their lifestyles and tell them what they want to hear. They will turn away from the real truth you have to offer because they prefer the sound of fables and myths. But you must stay focused and be alert at all times. Tolerate suffering. Accomplish the good work of an evangelist, and complete the ministry to which you have been called.

For I am already being poured out, and the last drops of this drink offering are all that remain; it’s almost time for me to leave. I have fought the good fight, I have stayed on course and finished the race, and through it all, I have kept believing. I look forward to what’s in store for me: a crown of righteousness that the Lord—the always right and just judge—will give me that day (but it is not only for me, but for all those who love and long for His appearing).

Come to me, Timothy, as soon as you can. You see, Demas has fallen for this world, abandoned me, and headed off to Thessalonica. Crescens took off for Galatia. Titus has gone to Dalmatia. Luke is the only one left. Bring Mark with you because he is useful in this work and will help look after me. I sent Tychicus to Ephesus. On your way here, pick up the cloak I left with Carpus in Troas, and bring the scrolls—especially the parchments.

Keep your eye out for Alexander the coppersmith! He came against me with all sorts of evil—may the Lord pay him back accordingly— so watch your back because he has gone overboard to oppose our message.

When it was time for my first defense, no one showed up to support me. Everyone abandoned me (may it not be held against them) except the Lord. He stood by me, strengthened me, and backed the truth I proclaimed with power so it may be heard by all the non-Jews. He rescued me, pried open the lion’s jaw, and snatched me from its teeth. And I know the Lord will continue to rescue me from every trip, trap, snare, and pitfall of evil and carry me safely to His heavenly kingdom. May He be glorified throughout eternity. Amen.

Give my regards to Prisca, Aquila, and everyone over at Onesiphorus’s house. Erastus stayed in Corinth, and I left Trophimus in Miletus because he was sick. Try your best to come before winter blows in. Eubulus says hello and so do Pudens, Linus, Claudia, and all the brothers and sisters. May the Lord be with your spirit, and may His grace be with you. [Amen.]

The Letter of 2nd Timothy, Chapter 4 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Paul’s message: stay focused, suffer hardships, be confident, do the work. The church has always progressed by faithfulness of her saints.

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 11th chapter of the book of Ezekiel:

Then the Spirit lifted me up and transported me to the eastern gate of the Eternal’s house. I saw 25 men standing at the entrance of the gate. I recognized 2 leaders among them—Jaazaniah (Azur’s son) and Pelatiah (Benaiah’s son).

Eternal One: Son of man, these are the ones concocting evil plans and pushing wicked schemes on the city. They say, “This is not a good time to build houses. The city of Jerusalem is like an iron pot, and we are the meat inside it.” Therefore, prophesy against them, son of man; speak My message to them.

Then the Spirit of the Eternal came over me and said to me:

Eternal One: Tell them this is what the Eternal has to say: Those may be your secret thoughts, people of Israel, but I know what’s going on in your minds. You have murdered masses of people in this city, and you have filled the streets with dead bodies. The corpses you have scattered in the streets are the meat, and this city is the pot; but I will make sure you are taken out of this city. Since you fear war, that is exactly what I will bring against you.

I, the Eternal Lord, declare that. After I drive you out of the city, I will give you over to the control of foreigners, and they will punish you! You will die in battle, and My judgment will fall on you as you flee for the border of Israel. Then you will know I am the Eternal One. This city will not be a protective pot for you, and you certainly won’t be the meat tended within it. I will execute My judgment against you all the way to the border of Israel, and you will know I am the Eternal One. You have been careless with My laws and disregarded My instructions, mindlessly conforming to the standards of the nations around you.

As I was prophesying, Pelatiah (Benaiah’s son) died. Then I fell to the ground, face down, and exclaimed in a loud voice, “Hear me, Eternal Lord! Will You do away completely with the remnant of Israel?”

At this, the word of the Eternal came to me:

Eternal One: Son of man, your people in exile—your own relatives, your countrymen, and the whole nation of Israel—are the ones the citizens of Jerusalem have disparaged, saying, “They have been taken far away from the Eternal. This land is ours now. It has been given to us to keep.” But they are mistaken. It is those in exile whom I will redeem. Give the citizens of Jerusalem My message. “Tell them that I, the Eternal Lord, drove them far away from My temple and scattered them among other countries, but I have still been a sanctuary for them during this time in those other lands where they have gone.” Then deliver My message to the exiles. “Tell them that I, the Eternal Lord, will gather you and reassemble you from the places where I scattered you, and I will return your inheritance—the land of Israel—to you because you are My true children.”

Eternal One: When they return home, they will demolish all the disgusting idols and remove all the shocking images from the land. I will give them a new will—an undivided heart—and plant a new spirit within them; I will remove their cold, stony heart and replace it with a warm heart of flesh. Then they will follow My commands and uphold My laws and actually do as I say. They will be My people, and I will be their God. As for those who remain dedicated to their disgusting idols and shocking images, the very things they have done will be brought down upon them as judgment.

So said the Eternal Lord.

Then the winged guardians stretched out their wings, the wheels moved along with them, and the glory of the God of Israel hovered above them. The glory of the Eternal arose from the center of the city and began to move east, stopping momentarily above the mountain to its east called the Mount of Olives. The Spirit snatched me up and brought me in a vision given by God’s Spirit to the exiles in the Chaldea. Then the vision left me, and I told the exiles everything the Eternal had revealed to me.

The Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 11 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Ezekiel may seem like a prophet of doom and gloom, but like most prophets he sees beyond judgment to God’s restoration of His people. The only hope for the Judean exiles is that they be given a new heart and spirit from their Creator. The prophet receives this optimistic message again and again. Although divine punishment is severe, divine rescue will eclipse any tragedy because God will recreate His people.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Tuesday, november 7 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about a divine “choosing” of Isaac’s bride:

Our Torah reading for last week (i.e., Vayera) told how God was faithful to Abraham and Sarah by miraculously giving them a son (Isaac) in their old age. Nonetheless, Abraham faced his greatest test of all by being asked to offer up his promised child as a sacrifice on Mount Moriah, the place of the future Temple. On account of his willingness to obey, God promised He would multiply Abraham’s offspring as the stars of heaven and that in his seed (singular) all the nations of the earth would be blessed.

This week’s Torah portion is called Chayei Sarah (חיי שרה), the "life of Sarah," though it begins (paradoxically) with the account of her death, and tells how the first great matriarch of the Jewish people was buried in the Cave of Machpelah in Hebron, a burial site which Abraham had purchased from Ephron the Hittite (Gen. 23:1-20). Since the account of Sarah’s death is given just after the account of the near-sacrifice of Isaac (i.e., the Akedah), some of the sages link the events together, suggesting that the shock of the near loss of her beloved son at the hand of her husband was just too much for her to bear...

After Sarah was buried in Hebron, Abraham sought a wife for his son by commissioning his faithful servant Eliezer (whom Abraham had once thought would be his heir), to go among his relatives living in Mesopotamia to seek a bride for Isaac. Eliezer (i.e., אֱלִיעֶזֶר, lit., “My God will help”) then set out on the 550 mile journey to Haran (also called the City of Nahor and the place where Abraham’s father died), taking ten camels laden with gifts in search of a suitable woman. In answer to his prayer, as soon as Eliezer reached the city of Nahor he encountered Abraham's grand niece Rebekah drawing water at a well, where she graciously provided water for him and for his ten camels, thereby confirming that she was God's choice for Isaac.

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Gen. 23:1a reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/gen23-1a-jjp.mp3

Chayei Sarah Summary page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Scripture/Parashah/Summaries/Chayei_Sarah/chayei_sarah.html

11.5.23 • Facebook

from yesterday’s email by Israel 365:

When seeking signs of current events in the Bible, it’s important to do so with care and humility. History is littered with exciting yet false interpretations of scripture. Nevertheless, the Bible is not a book of history, but rather an eternal book that speaks to every generation. And so we must, despite the dangers, seek to understand the tumultuous times we are living in through the lens of the Bible.

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

November 7, 2023

The Common Salvation

“Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation...” (Jude 1:3)

The description of our salvation as “common” does not mean that salvation is “ordinary” or “normal” but rather that salvation is available to anyone who wants it. The term is translated “unclean” several times in passages that speak of items that are accessible to everyone rather than specialized foods or ceremonies available to just a few (Acts 11:8; Romans 14:14; etc.).

Right after Pentecost, the Jerusalem church experienced a quick growth in converts, many of whom were poor and needed practical help. The bond of the new church was so strong that “the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and of one soul: neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common” (Acts 4:32). That is the sense in which Jude speaks of a “common” salvation.

The salvation is available to all. “For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth” (Romans 1:16). None are excluded from the possibility of salvation—except those who refuse to believe what God has provided through the substitutionary death and resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ (1 John 2:2).

But this salvation is also necessary for all. “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved” (Acts 4:12). It has become popular today to couch the gospel message in moderate terms, making the message appear optional or a “personal” belief system. No, it is the only salvation, even if it is “common.” “Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me” (John 14:6). HMM III

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rosedouhwo · 2 years ago

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04/07/2023 Update

So here is an update on what is basically last week of this senior project. I am wrapping things up; editing the last few videos to upload, creating a couple posts, came up with a couple ideas to implement before the semester ends.

So I have about 5 more videos left but I've decided that three of them will not be used due to the quality and dialogue. I felt that the three that I do not want to use for my project had some issues such as loud noises, distractions, and just not looking as clean as I wanted to. I actually did plan for this which is why I planned to shoot 15 videos and hoped that I could get 10 out of this. I never formally wrote this down anywhere but it was in the back of my mind when I was planning my shoots and stuff(for in case people bailed or if the content just didn't end up being that good to use). I feel like even though I will most likely not be using three of those videos, I still have my work cut out for me in this last week of executing my project.

I still have to edit one more video(I have already finished editing 9; one waiting for approval), so I think this will be my tenth and final edit that I will be using for my Instagram page.

I also have been curating posts containing quotes and pictures of the interviewees so the audience knows who said what. I think that this adds a bit of character to my page and also gives people a shorter form content to view that will give them the gist of what the questions were, what the answers were, and overall what my project is about(how social media forms and maintains relationships. I have made two tonight and plan to curate three more before Monday, April 10th, so that I will be ready to post my remaining content.

I also came up with another idea to make my page look fuller; I plan to post the photos that I choose for my photobook. I created a photobook and used select photos from the photoshoots I did with the interviewees in it. So now I plan to post these pictures to my Instagram story so I can make highlights for each of the interviewee pairs that I posted and shot. This can showcase the photography I did and also promote the photobook that is coming.

Speaking of the photobook, the expected arrival date is April 11th so when that day comes I will have to make a couple more things to top off my project.

FIRST, I need to film a flip through and guide of the book as requested by the professor so that those who view my project online can see the final product.

SECOND, I need to share a PDF version of the file as well. There is a link online that shows essentially a PDF of the book but I am worried that after some time the book will disappear since it is on the website that I made the photobook on so to be safe I plan to scan the book myself and send the PDF copy to professor by APRIL 15th.

There is A LOT to finish off in this last week but I know it will all be worth it in the end and I honestly just can't wait to graduate!

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jikookuntold · 3 years ago

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I Can’t Believe We Are Still Talking About This!

Disclaimer: The post you are going to read here, is my personal opinions, plus some evidence. A part of the incidents I mention in this post, is my own observation and the rest came from some trustable sources but yet I don’t claim to be 100% true because first, the sources can be wrong, second, the human mind is tricky and a long time has passed so I can’t claim everything I remember is true. Some of the incidents could get fact-checked, but some couldn’t because the receipts are gone.

First, I had no intention to write about this controversial subject because many people don’t like to bring this up, and I was with them, but it seems people have many questions about it, and they don’t know the details of the incidents. So, I concluded that maybe it’s not bad if we open up a little bit and discuss this subject from different points of view with more details.

But again, I have to clarify this post is not factual, it’s just the things I remember about the subject in a ranting way. This incident had and still has so many unclear aspects, and everything we say or claim is just a theory. I’m not intended to shade or hate anyone, therefore I’m not going to mention any full names here.

TW: Rumor, Suicide, Scandal, Conspiracy Theory

The Break

You all might know about the break the members had in summer 2019. When their Japan tour ended, and they did some shooting and interviews (like Summer Package), the LDF concert on August 11th was their last schedule and based on BH statement, they were free for 30 to 35 days.

At this time, the members posted updates about being on vacation, but there was not much coming from JK and JM, except JK posting on weverse about staying awake and eating ramen and JM thanking him for eating ramen because of him (it was interesting that JM answered JK’s post about ramen at the same week we had the run episode moment where JK told JM “This is my heart” while putting ramen in his plate). After that, JM posted the videos of Run bottle cap challenge on August 26th.

Anyways, it was pretty clear that JM and JK were together on their days off for at least two weeks since JK mentioned in Bon Voyage 4 (their first schedule after the break) that he didn’t meet any of the members except JM and JH in his days off and since JH was the resident of the same complex, this kinda approved the theory of living with JM. JM also approved this theory, but we will go on that later.

The Rumors

In late August (27th or later) JM’s photos in Paris leaked, and JK was seen in Seoul eating churros, and a photo of his knuckle tattoos started to spread. Everyone was confused, and it was too soon to believe anything. After JM coming back from Paris for JK’s birthday, and leaving for Hawaii the next morning (as he explained in his 12th October Vlive, that year) things started to get weird. I know I didn’t bring up the Paris incidents, and I don’t want to, because it has nothing to do with the subject.

I still haven’t mentioned the subject directly, but I think most of you have guessed it right. In early September 2019, the rumors of JK going to a tattoo shop in Seoul started to spread. At first, the majority of the fandom didn’t take it seriously since the tattoo shop denied the rumors of JK being there, and even the photo of someone backhugging a short-haired girl claiming to be JK got mostly ignored because the photo was low quality and the man in it didn’t look like him that much. This was the time we heard the news about JK going to Geoje Island for vacation, alone, after visiting his family in Busan.

The real deal started when he appeared at the airport on September 16th (the day they were leaving for filming Bon Voyage4 in New Zealand) when we saw his knuckle tattoos, and the rumors turned out to be true. At first, we were excited about him getting tattoos without even knowing if they are permanent or not. But on the same day, the storm came. A photo of JK (this one was clearly him) sitting with that short-haired girl, (LM) eating lunch broke the internet.

The photo was taken from an angle to make it look like they were together alone, but at least two other people (later we found out they were more) were already there, and it was nothing like the date the person behind the camera was trying to make it look. The hugging photo which was taken from the CCTV of a karaoke room resurfaced along with the restaurant photo, and at this time, almost everyone in the fandom started to believe that they are dating.

The Statements

The mess on social media was getting bigger, and everyone was waiting for an official statement from both sides. BH released the statement a few hours later, denying the rumors and no further explanation. Almost one day passed, and there was nothing from LM, not even a single word. Finally, she posted a statement on her Instagram account (which gained a crazy amount of followers, and she didn’t even go on private the whole time).

The statement was extremely shady and been deleted a few hours later. LM claimed that she wasn’t ignoring the situation, and she was afraid to say anything because she knew we won’t believe her. “I am not dating JK” she used this sentence twice in her statement, and at the end, she said “his “J M” tattoos are not our initials!” and made the situation way worse. But the funny thing is, this wasn’t even the shadiest thing she did.

As I said, she got lots of followers (nearly 100k) and interactions on her account and started to delete the negative comments as she should, but she liked multiple comments congratulating her, saying she and JK look good together and things like that. I heard she even liked a fan-art post, but it didn’t end here. When the member came back from New Zealand she posted a selfie with the caption “I have missed you”. At this point, it was clear that she was enjoying the situation and acting shady to make it worse and fuel the rumors and stay on top of the news. But this wasn’t limited to herself because her colleagues at the tattoo shop weren’t any better.

In those days, one of the close friends of LM at the tattoo shop told an ARMY that LM has a boyfriend and there is nothing other than friendship between her and JK. And guess what? The Tattoo shop manager fired him the next day. What was the reason? Were those rumors a booster for their business, and they didn’t want them to die down? The number of followers and attention they gained at that time can approve my point. They were getting the best free promotion, any business could ever have.

Don’t Forget Me!

A few days later, when the public, started to forget the rumors, someone from the tattoo shop (I don’t remember if it was LM herself or her friend) talked to the media about the harassment they were getting from the ARMY to play the victim role. This again fueled everything and made us think over the situation. Was it all a frame for JK? The evidence suggests that it could.

Let’s go back a few days in the timeline of the events. Why JK chose that tattoo shop? Because his 97liner friends recommended him to go there (apparently this line of friends, have matching tattoos either) LM herself is a 97liner, and she is friends with plenty of idols, male and female, so they sounded pretty trustworthy. At the tattoo shop, they (LM and her tattoo shop colleagues) recommended JK to spend his days off at a guesthouse in Geoje Island, and based on LM’s Instagram posts, they were there days before JK, waiting for him, to make it look like they run into him accidentally? I don’t know, but this is a stalker's behavior

After having lunch with LM and her friends at the restaurant (where Sasaeng were there, ready to take photos), they went to a karaoke room and JK, who was pretty drunk (based on what the karaoke manager said later) backhugged LM. But the Sasaengs couldn’t be there to take photos, so they (allegedly) bribed the karaoke employee to show them the CCTV footage and took a low-quality picture of it.

The biggest question is, if the Sasaengs weren’t there, how did they know there is something worthy in the CCTV to check? The answer is they weren’t the main culprit, and karaoke or tattoo shop employees or both were cooperating with them. I mean karaoke employees definitely cooperated with Sasaengs, but the tattoo shop benefited the most. So why not? Anyways, that photo and that moment was the most “intimate” thing they could capture to use against JK.

JK went on that trip with his manager (The guesthouse manager gave out this information later, the part that was lacking in BH statement which could close the speculations way easier and earlier) and stayed at that guesthouse for two days to rest, but everything went wrong from there. This incident has three sides, LM and tattoo shop, the Sasaengs, who were following JK as their full-time job, and the media/industry which was trying to ruin JK’s image. I’m going to talk about all these three but let’s continue with the first one, LM and the tattoo shop.

Almost one month after the incident, LM’s friend interviewed with Korean media and claimed that ARMYs keep harassing her to the point that she wants to commit suicide. This was another attempt to bring everything back on top, but this time, it was disgusting because she did this interview right after one of the famous faces of Kpop committed suicide (October 14th, 2019). She used the situation and the public’s emotions to play the victim role on a higher level. Before this, many believed that she was a victim of some crazy Sasaengs, and she had nothing to do with the incident (I’m clearly talking about the people who didn’t think the rumors are true) but after that, it was clear that she is an attention seeker.

But I think she wasn’t just an attention seeker. She benefitted a lot from the situation. Her business blew up, she became one of the most famous non-celebrities in Korea (if not in the world), and she was literally shipping with one of the most popular men on the planet, who doesn’t like that? Anyways, LM had several friends, foreign older friends who were interacting with I-ARMYs for some unknown reasons, and one of them exposed something very interesting. She said she feels sorry for LM because she thought she had a chance with JK and that chance is long gone. Besides, people saw some conversations between LM and her friends on her Instagram comments about finding an idol boyfriend for her. These conversations happened before the incidents but it’s interesting since LM has several idol friends.

LM had another comeback to the media at the end of October and the next and the last update about the situation, happened in early December when BH stated that they (BH and LM!) are suing karaoke for leaking the photo. But after almost two years, we don’t know how this ended up. The last and probably the worst thing happened in the final episode of Bon Voyage when JK unnecessarily apologized for his behavior. I know JK himself, wanted to do this apology but he didn’t have done anything wrong and didn’t owe any apology to ARMY or anyone else, even if the rumors were true.

A New Ship on the Shore

After that, LM did nothing shady except posting photos of JK’s arm tattoos or someone with similar tattoos in December 2020 explaining their meanings, which was a weird action. After the rumors, JK didn’t visit that tattoo shop ever, and now, an artist who works with BH does his tattoos (the same artist who has done JM’s tattoos). LM announced on April 2021, that she has a boyfriend and some of JK/LM shippers, quitted their beloved ship after that. But not all of them.

We believed that the rumors weren’t true from the day JK and BH denied them, but many people didn’t. They were strongly believing that BH is hiding the truth because it’s Kpop and in this industry, idols are not allowed to date openly, so they had no choice but to deny any dating rumors. But this wasn’t their only reason for their denial. The main reason was the way JK was misunderstood and misrepresented by this fandom (I have a post about it, you can check it here).

At this point, there are people out there, shipping JK and LM. They bring several “proofs” for them being real such as:

1. Having similar tattoos: LM had designed and done JK’s tattoos, so it’s pretty normal for them to have the same style, especially the hand tattoos since he hasn’t changed or added anything on that part. But his arm tattoos have changed a lot, and you can’t see a similarity in them. Besides, knuckle tattoos are very common among tattoo lovers.

2. Having eyebrow piercing: This is another common trend. JK loves piercings and tattoos, and it means nothing, literally.

3. Similar drawings: This one is a little bit tricky and it needs a back story and a conspiracy theory. On 13th May 2020, BH released a Bangtan bomb from MAMA 2019 backstage, where JK drew a sketch of the moon and stars on a whiteboard. On the same day, people started to make a fuss, because LM had a design on her Instagram, very similar to JK’s improvised sketch. The date of her post was 11th December 2019, but the day JK drew that sketch, was December 4th (MAMA ceremony), and this means LM posted her design one week later. So who copied who? Does JK saw that design somewhere in that tattoo shop and had it in his mind, and drew it subconsciously? I don’t think so. Because JK improvised it in front of the camera, and it was originally his idea. Do I think BH has some insiders who took the photo of that sketch and showed it to LM, and she took the idea and made it hers? This is exactly what I think because I trust JK, not LM, nor BH. And the timing of the posts and Bangtan bomb is on my side. Preach!

That’s it. These are the only proofs people bring to say something is going on between them, and the funny thing is, this hasn’t ended even after April when LM announced that she is dating (apparently she had broken up with the last boyfriend right after the rumors started, definitely not sus, lol) The only reason people made a huge deal of those two photos, was one word: Heteronormativity. If LM were a man, none of this would have ever happened. But since this fandom is obsessed with the idea of het-JK, they bought these rumors eagerly. Back to the subject, as I said earlier, the other sides benefitted from this situation. I mean Sasaengs and the media/companies who had a part in the incidents.

Sasaengs always follow their targets and collect photos and videos of them, but they barely share anything publicly because they are criminals, and if they get busted they will be punished by the law. They have their isolated communities and share their information inside those communities. Of course, there are many accounts on social media that claim to be Sasaengs and gain lots of followers, but most of them are fake, and the real ones don’t share information for free, they sell them for high prices. So, there are two possibilities, in this case, someone bought JK’s photos from Sasaengs and published them, or Sasaengs did it themselves because someone asked/ordered them. I can’t see any other possibilities. Sasaengs wouldn’t gain anything from publishing these photos, but other people would, and they are the ones who made this happen.

Who were they? LM herself and tattoo shop? The fansite who wanted to destroy JK’s career? Or BH, who wanted to punish JK for his boldness about getting tattoos and make him more obedient? Or the media and rival companies, who wanted a scandal for their enemy? Or the people who wanted to revive the idea of het-JK? All of these are plausible and I can’t prove or disprove anything, but you can read more about this in the post I linked before.

Did This Affect Them?

Here comes the most interesting part; how did this affect Jikook? Did it affect them at all? Let’s review the timeline of the events again, from this point of view. As I mentioned earlier, we believe Jikook were together until 27th August and then JM went to Paris without any plans and came back for JK’s birthday. On the selfie, he posted that night he had written: “I’m glad to see you after not seeing you for a few days” which confirms that they were together before JM’s unplanned trip. At this point, JK had started getting tattoos and had most parts of his knuckle tattoos done.

When JM left Seoul for Hawaii the next day, JK went to Geoje, and the incidents happened, but nothing was public yet. Then he got arm tattoos and added some new parts to his hand tattoos including J which makes an obvious JM on his ring finger (The part LM claimed that is “not” their initials lol). JK’s completed hand tattoos were not exposed until September 16th when they were at the airport to leave for New Zealand. It was the day all the theories and rumors started. But in Jikook’s point of view, it happened on the second day of their trip.

Now we can start to analyze their moments on Bon Voyage 4. Of course, this series doesn’t show everything, but it gives us some clues about the dynamic of their relationship on those days. The first day of the trip when they were at the airport and Thailand (?) was pretty normal, but after that, at some moments I felt a strange atmosphere between them which I decided to not read too much on. But I found out I wasn’t wrong when in the last episode, JK talked about the awkwardness he felt about the issue with the members.

Jikook had many cute and domestic moments in the first two episodes but the grand gesture happened on the third one when JK climbed a hill without telling anyone, to bring a chunk of snow for JM as a gift, and we all know how much JM loves snow. This was an undeniable romantic act, but do I think this had anything to do with the situation? I believe Jikook was unbothered by those rumors because they completely trust each other, but the image you make for the others is different from the things you know and believe. Maybe this was a grand gesture not just for JM, but for us either.

After coming back to Seoul, there was no news from them for more than two weeks, and then they left Korea for Riyadh. The remarkable moment in the Riyadh concert was related to JM’s birthday. The members had planned a surprise for JM on the stage (The concert was on October 11th one day before his official birthday in Korea) and when it happened, JM said that he was happy because he saw JK happy and JK played a big role in that surprise. Honestly, you have to be deep in love to be happy just because your significant other is happy, even if it’s your own birthday. Let’s not forget the vlive JM did the next morning, and some pretty obvious moments happened that I can’t discuss here, but I bet you already know what I’m talking about. And also JM exposed the things he did for JK’s birthday that year.

A few hours later, on 18:22 (1+8+2+2=13) on local time and 00:22 on Korean time (only 22 minutes after JM’s official birthday in Korea started), JK tweeted one of the most amazing birthday tweets of all time which is comparable to a love letter. I’m sure you know everything about these tweets, so I’m not going too deep on this, I’m only saying that this tweet also was a grand gesture. And let me make another conspiracy theory here. After the rumors started, every time we had a big Jikook moment, something was coming from LM the next day. For example, when JK made this historic tweet, the next day LM's friend was interviewed about committing suicide. Or when SYS Seoul concerts happened (one of the biggest Jikook feasts of all time) and LM herself was at the VIP seats with her friends, the next day she did another comeback to the media. These can be just coincidences, but… never mind.

I Never Thought I Would Fall for a Man

Let’s not forget about the most obvious statements JK made on his first public appearance after the rumors. On JH’s vlive on 24th September, JK said: “I never thought I would fall for a man”. He said these words about JH dancing at CNS music video, and it clearly had nothing to do with Jikook, but it had a deep meaning. We know JK is not a shallow person, and lately, he stated that he thinks a lot before doing anything. So this didn't come out of nowhere, he didn't spit this out without thinking, in THAT situation. You never say such a thing when the internet is exploding with your dating rumors with a girl, do you?

His words can translate to “Do you ever consider the possibility of me not being straight?” This is what I read from his words and his facial expression. Maybe you think I say this because I’m a shipper, and I have this shipping goggle that makes me see everyone gay and debunk any girlfriend rumors. Some people even ask childish questions like “if they are dating why they didn’t travel together?” There are 100 explanations for that, and any couple who have been together for more than two years can answer you. When you date someone, you don’t stick together 24/7. Everyone in a healthy relationship has individuality, and sometimes they want to spend time with friends or alone, especially when they already had a world tour together lol.

Anyways, maybe I have a different point of view as a shipper, but this is not the problem. I never have a problem with my ship not being real (which they have shown enough to know they are). In fact, I will be delighted if any of them announce their relationship freely and publicly, but they haven’t done it yet. JK denied the rumors and gave us lots of hints about the truth, and I’m not delulu for believing him. But if you think he has to be het for backhugging a girl or having an eyebrow piercing, you are the one who is delusional because you are living in a heteronormative world where boys and girls can’t be friends and everyone is straight unless they come out in public.

I really can’t believe this post turning to be this long, and I thank you for reading it all. You might ask why I cared enough to write +4000 words about some stupid rumors that happened two years ago. This is the main question. This had to be ended in September 2019, but many people didn’t want it to end, because they loved it, they enjoyed it, they gained from it, so they protracted it as much as they could, and heteronormative people supported it blindly because of their homophobia or Y/N fantasies or whatever reason they had. I can’t believe we are still talking about this!

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whiskeyandwolfsbane · 2 years ago

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8/14 - 11:04PM

My final post-op appointment was on the 11th! The nurse took off the steri-strips covering over the incisions, and cut off any remaining sutures that hadn't ended up dissolving like they were supposed to, and said everything appears to be healing nicely.

I'll take her word for it; though I have been and still am kinda worried about how, to me, my nipples look like they're spaced unevenly. Like, too far apart. Everyone I've talked to about it so far though says, you're still healing, the swelling still hasn't gone down, give it time. So I'm trying not to stress too hard.

While there, I went to bring forms to the front desk. You know, the ones they told me to fill out that I had already filled out. (I didn't fill them out again, I just brought the original ones from home.)

The woman at the front desk, the very sweet one who helped me the first time I actually filled everything out, said she would take care of it and when I came out of my appointment, to come by and she would give me my paperwork back.

So I get out of my appointment and walk up to the desk. She tells me that she did some research - and apparently I was already approved for medical leave.

This was very confusing for me, since I never got any sort of notification: no email, no letter, no phone call. The only letter I got was for when I got denied.

We discussed it for a short time, but only really could come up with "maybe things got lost in the mail". She couldn't tell me where or who exactly allegedly approved it either. When I got home, I eventually called into SAW to ask about it.

According to the lady on the phone - I have never had medical leave approved. Only denied.

So yeah I have no fucking clue what is going on anymore and I'm so over it, lol. I'm trying not to bother thinking about it anymore. Later in the day, my store manager texted to ask if I could come back by the 3rd of September. I considered it, but since outside of having money again I would gladly stay away for months upon months, I decided to stick with the date my own surgeon originally gave me (that I sent to him and the HR team actually) and say it'd be best to wait til September 9th. So that's what I'm doing.

Other than that... yeah. Same old, same old. Just playing video games, reading, trying to get back into writing and trying to learn guitar and trying to learn to draw.

There has been trouble in my family. One of my grandmothers passed away suddenly and shortly after that, someone else in my immediate family had a near death experience that I'd rather not talk about as it's not my place. I only just found out about the second; I learnt about the first a few days ago after it happened.

My mind is... mush. There is a lot going on mentally and I'm not sure how all to handle it. So of course I'll handle it the way I've been handling my beloved cat dying, and how I've been handling my crippling fear of the future, and how I've been handling my general pining for past relationships that have changed drastically.

That is to say, refusing to think about any of it and throwing myself into multiple forms of media at once (i.e., a game going on my laptop and one on my phone, a book open on the desk next to me, music playing in the background, and notebooks scattered around) and never letting up until I'm no longer able to stay awake, thus being taken by the release of sleep. I am well aware that I'm doing myself a disservice and only delaying the inevitable, and that it will be all the worse for me when the foundation caves in but... I can't really help it. It's all I know how to do.

Anyway, sorry, that was a bit of a depressing note and nothing really related to my surgery, which is why this blog exists, and none of yall need to be burdened with my mental BS, so - sorry about that.

On a positive note to try and bring this back; so far, it's been really, really nice to be able to wear tank tops and not be super uncomfortable anymore. I'm still semi uncomfortable because of how large my stomach is but it is very nice to finally have a flat chest and not have to worry about that part of things anymore. I'm excited to hopefully lose weight and then be able to fit into all the old shirts and jackets I've missed so much.

And... yup, that's about all I got, surgery-wise. see ya.

#journal entries #addendum: i have had multiple people tell me i don't have much of a stomach at all #but firstly body dysmorphia doesn't care about facts #and secondly of course it doesn't look like i do; i've spent all of my teen and adult years learning tricks and ways of disguising it #many of the photos i post online are either edited or cropped very specifically #and as far as day to day life there are a multiple variety of ways i try and minimise how bulky i look #the most obvious one that i'm most known for being that i wear leather jackets or coats whenever possible specifically because #of how well they hide one's figure if you wear them right; there's other ways but like #all that to say that i appreciate the reassurances and such but sadly it is something i'm not going to be able to shake no matter how much #i'm reassured; not until i either.......idk get more therapy or get more fit

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alyss-spazz-penedo · 3 years ago

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Okay, so life has gotten STUPID stressful of late, and these days I have basically no time to indulge happy daydreams AT ALL.

Thus: screw pacing, I'm just gonna toss up this mostly-completed 11th part of the unedited v!Wind fic and then blow through the rest of this fic sometime in the next few weeks, bc I’m not adding any more content to what I’ve already got (or at least not anytime soon).

So yeah, @w1lmutt, expect a larger and more chaotic worddump than usual eventually! (I figure I can worry about proper scenes and editing nonsense if/when I ever move these words over to AO3 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

<<First Part 10 Final>>

(I made a Masterpost for this!)

They drag the big doors open.

The inside of the cave is poorly lit and offers little in the way of room to stand; a pathway of those monster-built walkways follows the wall around to the back of the cove, but otherwise the space is all open water with an impressive ship bobbing at the center.

Tetra lets out a grunt of approval when she sees it, though she scowls at the massive cage that's been built on its deck. It’s a crude thing, large and runed with ominous symbols meant to contain the imprisoned, but otherwise the ship itself seems surprisingly understated and not-evil for the primary vessel of someone who’d conquered as much of the sea as Phantom had boasted.

At first, things seem fine. Quiet. The ship is untouched, all gangplanks pulled up and cannons pointed out but otherwise unharmed.

Then one of the pirates peeks their head over the railing and spots them.

"Boss! Swabbie! Is that you?" Niko yells, and there's blood all down his side. "Look out! Monsters afoot!"

"Niko!" Tetra calls in alarm, and the pirates who are able to scramble to lay out a plank for them to board. Phantom doesn't bother waiting, yanking his mask on and clearing the side of the ship in a single bound.

"Who did this," he begins, voice distorted by magic and fury.

Then the monsters attack, dropping from the ceiling and rising out of the sea. Every one of them bleeds black.

The heroes fight, of course. The crew has taken a beating, and the gathered Links do their best to defend the exhausted sailors—Phantom most fervently of them all.

It's hard battle. What footing there is is unstable, and their enemies many. Most of them are not suited to aquatic battles, and the waters of the cave are treacherous. They take injuries, all of them.

But when he's standing between their injured and their enemies, when his eyes are clear and sharp and his strikes deadly precise—for the first time, the gathered Links can see the look of a hero about their youngest.

~o0o~

Of course, he proceeds to thoroughly ruin that impression by the time the battle draws to a close.

The monster he's chosen is not a type of creature he recognizes—green, reptilian, fast in the water. Phantom's cut it's legs out from under it, quite literally, and so it writhes on it's elbows and stomach across the wooden deck as it tries to escape him. Outside of their little corner of the ship, the last of its comrades fall to the blades of the traveling heroes.

"Who sent you?" Phantom demands. When he doesn't get a response he likes, he drags his blade through the side of it's belly, long and nonfatal. It squeals in agony.

"You're going to die here," he observes, soft. He stomps on the wound, heedless of the dark blood splashing his sandals. "But it's going to take time. Quite some time, if you so choose. Answer me: who is your master?"

The creature gibbers. Phantom tilts his head, somehow divining meaning from the nonsensical noises of terror.

"A shadow?" he murmurs. "What-?"

Someone steps in. “What are you doing?!”

And it's only because it’s Hyrule—Hyrule who tried to help, Hyrule who’s lightning magic Phantom can still feel painful echoes of in his bones—that Phantom stays his blade. “Get out of my way,” he growls, which is better than the stabbing any of these other interlopers would’ve gotten.

A hand lands on his shoulder. Phantom's sword swings around, action to reaction with no pause for thought in between. The edge stops a hair's breadth away from Tetra's scowl.

"That's enough," she says, and shoots the lizalfos in the head.

Phantom scowls at the dead body, then at her. "I was not finished," he growls.

Tetra yanks on his ear.

"Ow! Hey!" He flails. "Leggo leggo!"

"We have more important things to worry about!" She yells, dragging him around to look at the sorry state of her crew. "Genzo needs a splint! Niko needs stitches and more bandages than we have! Everyone is beat to shit! And only one of us can fly, idiot!"

She lets go of his ear to shove him forward. Phantom stops. He looks.

"Oh," he utters, and he notices for the first time that he has blood dripping down his shield arm. He shakes his head, once, like a dog, and clutches at the wound. He feels very cold. "...Oh."

As though it had merely been waiting for his permission, the lizal corpse finally explodes into dark smoke.

"Right," he breathes. "Right."

~o0o~

"What were those," Phantom demands.

The pirates have been left in the care of the brothers who'd first opened their dojo to the traveling heroes, recuperating from their various injuries. Fortunately, none of the damage seems permanent. A few fairies, some liberally applied first aid, and all the crew should be at least back on their feet within the week.

This, however, has left the group of heroes with nowhere to stay, which led to Phantom reluctantly opening his own home to them. They're packed in there now, sprawled about both floors and generally tending to themselves with experienced hands.

"What do you think?" Legend replies snippily. Phantom scowls at them all, pacing back and forth restlessly in the tight space by the front door.

His glare lands on Four, helping Twilight wrap his wrist—on Wild getting scolded while Legend rests his ice rod on the Champion's ankle—on Hyrule tutting over Sky while Warriors dramatically bemoans his black eye—

He takes in the group's injuries with a dissatisfaction that very, very poorly covers his unease.

"You're not weak," the boy asserts. Time wonders who he's trying to convince. "You wouldn't have beaten me if you were weak. Why was this battle so difficult?"

"You didn't get off lightly yourself," Time points out, nodding to the thick mess of gauze on the boy's arm. At a guess, the boy had tried to block a blow with his shield and forgotten he wasn't wearing one. Fortunate that there's a fairy fountain on the island, or Phantom might've lost strength in that limb.

Phantom waves him off. "I was handicapped," he dismisses, not denying that he wasn't fighting at his best. Time frowns at the excuse. "I'll figure something out to compensate for it, and this won't happen again."

He gets a lot of dubious looks at that; none of them have forgotten that what he's trying to 'compensate for' is the loss of that parasite. Time's almost dreading what the boy might scrounge up to replace that.

Phantom turns away from them sulkily, unable to defend himself and unwilling to look all that suspicion in the face.

"To answer your question," Four starts, with the air of someone steering the conversation back to safer waters, "that's just the kind of journey we're on."

Sky swings his previously-dislocated shoulder in a testing motion that immediately gets him a cease-and-desist look from Hyrule, before he adds, "Those were pretty standard for black-blooded monsters, I'd say."

Twilight, catching the look on Phantom's face, rolls his eyes. "Did you think something the goddess summoned eight heroes to fight would be easy?"

Phantom scoffs, arms crossed. "It took eight of you to fight me," he grumbles, and there's the arrogant little brat they'd met at the start of this. Hopefully that means the kid's feeling better, if he's up to sassing them like that again.

Time rather doubts that—Phantom IS a Link, after all—and so the one-eyed hero makes a mental note to follow up on that later.

#Vinked Universe #the unedited v!wind fic #linked universe #my writing #fanfic #me: tries my hand at action bc this is supposed to be a LU fic #Also me: drops it like a hot potato bc I have no idea how to Fight Scene #next part is just gonna be me turning my notebook upside and shaking it until all the plunnies fall out #I hope ur prepared #this has been a lot of fun but I am just. done #i think it's clear enough where I'm going with things at this point anyways

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parkjess · 4 years ago

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Can I request a childhood friends to lovers scenario with Sanha?? Thank you !! 💜

Friends to lovers/ Yoon Sanha

Genre: Fluff

It was 3rd grade when your best friend told you about the cute, nerdy boy she saw in her neighborhood, where both of you hang most of the time. She was so overwhelmed when she talked about him, and a precious smile appeared on her face every time his name came up.

“Y/n! Did you hear that Sanha is moving to our school next week?” She jumped at you the moment she entered the classroom, holding your shoulders to keep you steady. -“Oh! Really? I cant wait to meet your lover boy.” You tease her with a slight smirk and she blushes right away.

Time flew and you became best friends with Sanha, that bubbly-like-personality boy. You grew up together, he spent all his childhood at your place and you at his, growing taller with him until he became a tower and the one your heart desire.

Somewhere in the middle of the second semester in 11th grade you found yourself dreaming about him, every single night. Even on nights you couldn’t fall asleep, you used to think about him and it would calm you down and make you escape to dreamland. But in the mornings, it felt wrong, almost regretting your dreams you’re not responsible for.

School ends in a bit, and there’s the prom approaching too, which looks like the opportunity to confess your feeling to him, but those other feelings tell you otherwise.

“Y/n!” Sanha calls you from across the hallway, his tall figure can not be avoided and you close the locker when he approaches. -“Well, good morning to you, what’s up?” You ask and shove your hands to the pockets of your hoodie. He looks extremely happy this morning, not as he always feels this early.

“I finally got a suit for the prom, just like I used to tell you I want it to look like when we were kids, remember?” You smile at the excited boy, his lips are shaped perfectly for a wide smile as well. -“oh that’s great! I haven’t found a dress yet.” You pout and look down.

“You don’t need to worry, you’ll be pretty even if you’d wear a trash bag.” Your heart skips a beat at his words and you cough because you don’t want him to notice the blush spreading on your cheeks.

-“Shut up...” you playfully hit his chest, -“Uhm... so, are you gonna invite your date or what?” You were convinced he’s taking you to the prom, but only wanted to make sure you’re right and there’s no other girls in the line for him.

“I thought... we’re going together- I’m... am I wrong?” He stuttered, confused.

-“Exactly. See you later kid.” You heard what you wished to hear from him and kissed him on the cheek for a goodbye. “Call me when your class ends!” Sanha shouts to you as you disappear from his sight in excited jumps and throw a thumb in the air for approval.

As days went by and prom day got closer, you were more frustrated to find the perfect dress in your favorite color.

“How about this?” Sanha shows you a dress he finds cute and not more than this, for you, as you bring a huge bag of snack and sit on your bed. -“Are you kidding me? Do you not know me enough time?” You laugh and open a bag of chips, his favorite kind.

“Woah... y/n. This. You will look beautiful in this.” He opens his mouth in surprise, seems like he found the perfect one for you, while you only tried not to blush from his compliments.

-“oh shut up I’m sure it’s not even pret- oh my... I mean- it’s cute I guess...” you rub your neck nervously as he turns the phone to you, waiting for your reaction and you see the magical dress of your dreams you were looking for, but it was a bit exposing, not too much, but you usually don’t expose skin parts such as your lower neck-chest part near him, and you know you’re going to dance with him all night at prom.

“Cute huh? I’m buying you this...” Sanha teases and states, but you wouldn’t let him pay for this expensive, yet beautiful piece of clothing. -“Wh-no! You’re not.” You turn his shoulder for him to face you and he rolls on the bed and looks at you. “Says who?” He giggles, exposing his beautiful smile that never fails at erasing your serious face. -“Says me! Yoon sanha, you’re not buying this dress unless you don’t want me to come with you to the prom.” You found your manipulative way to stop him from adding the fairy dress to cart and he gives up. “Ok, fine. But it’s just because I want you to come with me, and I know that when you threat, you mean it.” He laughs but he’s right as well.

-“That’s right. Did it start yet?” You take the popcorn from the big plastic bag and open it as your other hand grabs the remote control, searching for the channel eunwoo’s drama is aired on.

Two days are left for the prom, and still you’ve been looking for a proper dress that doesn’t cost the same price as a kidney.

“Hello?” You answer the unfamiliar phone number from the unknown person who you couldn’t recognize by voice. -“Miss y/l/n?” He calls you by your last name, still no clue who calls people like that nowadays, and before you answer with something rude like ‘how did you get my number’, he says, -“I have a package for you, are you home now?” It sounds suspicious, so you run to the window where only you can see him through it, and realize it’s a delivery guy, still doesn’t look like someone you might know.

“I think it might be a mistake... I didn’t order anything.” You stutter in confusion. -“are you y/n who lives in (your address)?” He asks, looking for someone around. “Uhm... yeah...”

-“Then it’s not a mistake, I’m leaving it next to the front door, have a good day.”

You furrow your brows and watch him leave. When he’s completely out of your sight, you run to grab the big box, it’s not especially heavy.

Reaching your room, you throw it on your bed and rush to check the details, they’re all yours, except for the credit card number. That’s when you realize Sanha did pay for that dress, but having doubts, it’s been a while since you last talked about that dress, how come it only arrived now?

“AYO! I’m home!” Sanha shouts from downstairs, he’s like living at your place so he got used to calling it home. “Y/n, you’ll never believ-“ he gets closer to your bedroom.

-“Oh I’m gonna kill you YOON SANHA!” You throw a piece of paper at the big guy who just got home from school. “Holy- stop it!” You grab the pillow he use to sleep on with a picture of two of you printed on it, and about to throw it on him. “Oh you got the dress! Don’t you like it?!” He shouts back at you playfully. -“That’s the problem! I LOVE IT!” And with that last scream of yours, you both calm down and he approaches to give you a hug.

-“Why did you buy it?” Tears of joy and thankfulness fill up your eyes and stream down your cheeks when his shirt covers your face (if you’re tall, then you bury your face in his neck🙂👍🏻), your grip on the pillow releases and it meets the floor. Sanha caress your hair/back, not leaving your figure. “You know I couldn’t leave it there when I saw how your eyes sparkled looking at that dress, it’s perfect for you.”

-“What about my threats?” You lift your head to look at him, scanning his beautiful skin from closer. “You won’t miss the prom when you have a dress like this. We’ve been through a lot for me to not know you enough, y/n.”

It sounds like he was about to confess, little did you know you’re not feeling those strong heartbeats on your own.

On prom night it was the hardest. You couldn’t see Sanha for two days and had struggles falling asleep last night from being too excited. He only called once in those last days on face time to see you but nothing more, it was your decision because you wanted to make tonight special for both of you, and since you know each other, it’s not been more than one day without meeting.

My favorite boi: 7pm, bring yourself only😉

He sent you this text 5 hours ago, and you only replied with a short “k”, glancing at the same text from him every 10 minutes which makes your heart not beat in its regular beat, dancing with a different rhythm.

6:57pm, you look through the window to find his car in your sight, here it is, waiting for you. You only could see the light from his phone, and almost nothing else since it’s already dark outside.

My favorite boi: I’m here, call me when you’re ready😃

The moment he sent this text, you were already at your door, taking a last deep breath and walking out of your house.

“I’m also here.” You bend over to his car window and say quietly, scaring the hell out of him since he was focused on his phone. -“I- oh my god y/n you scared m...” Sanha’s phone finds itself on the car floor in seconds and you laugh at him, he rushes out of his car to approach you.

-“Wow...” his jaw is almost dropped staring at you with your new, fabulous dress he bought you. -“You look amazing.” He puts his hands in the pockets of his blue suit. “Oh stop, pick up your jaw and let’s go.” You tried to laugh the embarrassing situation off before you turn red and your makeup is ruined.

“You look amazing too though.” You shortly say as he opens the car door for you, trying to keep the straight face and not fall into a blushing mess.

You aren’t usually the type to dance insanely infront of everyone in parties, but when he asked your hand for a slow dance, your heart started jumping in a new beat, taking his hand while he walks you to center of the dance floor.

The lights are dark and there’s a romantic atmosphere. Suddenly you get lost in Sanha’s eyes and he get lost in yours, holding your left hand with his own, while his other is resting on your waist, gently, almost uncomfortably holding it.

“What? Do I look beautiful?” You roll your eyes when you can tell he’s about to compliment you.

-“You are.” He giggles and gulps at how fascinating you look with this dress, this close to him. “Ugh...” you sigh and roll your eyes again at him, try hiding your smile with biting your bottom lip. “It’s only because you can’t see me well, it’s dark here.” You brain is telling to stop distracting yourself and do what you planned to, confess. -“You’re always beautiful.” He says and makes you look at him again, staring into the flashlights in his sparkling eyes. -“Besides, I see you very well from here, and you’re all I can see.” He warms your heart more than he should do, and it feels like exploding soon.

“Sanha...” you say his name softly, feeling weak in your knees suddenly, but he holds you tighter as the song gets to its peak. Your arms wrap themselves instinctively around his neck and his around your waist.

-“I love you y/n.” The music is loud, your and his heartbeats are even louder, but his words are all you could hear. At this point you didn’t see anyone and nothing else but him. You say nothing but a shock attacks you and you only stare at him, not even blinking.

“You ruined my plans.” You joke to release the tension. -“huh?” He widens his eyes. “I wanted to tell you I love you, so I guess I just love you bac-“ you sound like it was normal talking about love with him, but inside, you were freaking out. He cuts you off before you finish talking with attaching his plumped lips against yours, kissing you softly while holding your neck.

You tighten the grip on his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kiss, as he smiles through the kiss and pulls away slowly.

-“It’s been years since I’ve fallen for you.”

“I’m so glad we feel the same. I love you Sanha.”

#astro #astro imagines #astro reactions #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #astro scenarios #Sanha #Yoon sanha #sanha imagine #Sanha imagines #Sanha scenario #Sanha scenarios #Yoon sanha imagine #Yoon sanha imagines #Yoon Sanha scenario #yoon sanha scenarios

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juuls · 3 years ago

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Pharmacist/Me = 1 🏆 Doctor/Nursing Staff = 0

Thank you in advance for reading this rant. I’ve been really frustrated and just needed to get this off my chest, and today at least I had a wonderful knight in a white lab coat. 🩺❤️‍🩹🥽🥼💪🏻

Content warnings and squicky squicks: (further down there is) an image of a medical vial with a clipped image of a more benign part of a syringe, health conditions (endometriosis, fibromyalgia), menstrual cycles and associated terms such as bleeding and other things, lack of empathy in my specific healthcare system, hysterectomies, pain, swearing and losing patience. Most important warning: self-administered syringes and injection discussions of legal medications (Depo-Provera) approved of by professionals and properly researched. P.S. this may sound rather Karen-like but I would never do this to someone’s face. Online ranting and acknowledging where I could do better is not the same as screaming in public for bossy requests or comps, etc. Ew.

Another ‘warning’… pharmacists being kick-ass allies and giving a damn about their patients.

I’m really annoyed because (and I know healthcare and scheduling is a clusterfuck right now, but…) for over a month now I’ve been trying to get an appointment in person to get this injectable medication that is, yes, birth control, but is also used for endometriosis in my case. And I have severe endometriosis (exacerbated severely by fibromyalgia, siiiiigh) to the point I bleed enough and lose so much I have to go to the hospital when my care is not properly preventative… like in this case, and the pain is unbelievably severe also to the point I’ve spent time in the hospital, including my 11th Christmas Eve and Day. I started this injectable medication at 13 because it was the only thing that came close to helping reduce my endometrial tissue. Even a hysterectomy wouldn’t help as much, unless they decided to go the super invasive route and remove all the organs (or parts of them) that had become ‘infected’ by the tissue. Again, tissue where it’s not supposed to be, and it causes extreme pain as the tissue tries to flush out of my body each period, even if it’s attached to, like, my pancreas. Just no. That does not work at all. No. That is not fun.

SO. I’m 31, nearing 32, and the doctor’s office knows this. I’ve had the same doctor since I was 10. Been on this medication nearly non-stop for just shy of two decades (with appropriate precautions such as bone density tests) because of the absolute severity of the pain and my inability to function when it hits… which can be months at a time of non-stop bleeding and morning sickness-level nausea and vomiting, migraines and the occasional complete inability to move—in other words, it’s debilitating.

My doctor (even the nurses, as it’s in large print at the top of my file in the system) knows all about this. They’re supposed to call me if I’m overdue by a certain margin (I get they’re busy but months and months???). But my doc’s also a bit of an airhead (albeit a smart one when he focuses) and takes forever to reply to anything on time, even when it’s a severe issue, but not severe enough to go to the hospital. But it’s gotten to the point where the nurses say to go to the ER and then the ER nurses and doctors there get SUPER pissed off (AT ME AND SOMEHOW NOT AT MY DOCTOR/NURSES AND THEIR ORDERS) at the ‘waste of time’, and it’s just a clusterfuck.

Oh yeah, and that ER visit while I was overdue for my injection? Internal intestinal bleeding along with a lovely, even if small, perforation in my fucking uterus from the growth of endometrial tissue. I MEAN COME ON — WHAT IN THE HELL. Totally preventable if they fit me in when I called literally over a month ago.

But I will not change my doctor (the other docs at the practice know what is going on and have offered to take me on, but they don’t have the experience with myself and my conditions or the history, but they can do little else because of professional conduct—it’s between myself and my doc) because he is the only one who treats me with humanity and understands fibromyalgia, endometriosis, pre-MS and pre-RhA/PsA, endo-related IBS, (ulcerative) colitis, and other neurological conditions with any degree of empathy. (See, I told you I’m a mess!) There is no way I’m switching offices in the perpetual shortage of doctors in Canada moving elsewhere for m o n e y (plus Covid-19 being a teen hooligan and constantly coming back to wreck more goddamn shit, including everyone’s sanity, then setting things on fire like the real hooligans in my village have been doing this summer — I mean… what in the hell!?!?), so with all that in mind I actually thank my lucky stars. So I put up with a lot of this shit because he treats me, besides him being an airhead, like an actual human being deserving of compassion and care and quality of life despite my severe disabilities and pain. So.

I’m usually treated really well (even if they often think I’m a nuisance for daring to be severely chronically ill/in pain all the time) so I try to be patient and good and understanding when I can.

But his STAFF (I know they’re busy and I’ve been patient but they’ve been so awful honestly to the point I cried hard enough my dad noticed my red eyes and frustration-tear fracks on my face)! And the doc himself’s inability to reply to notes on time even when urgent and when he knows the circumstances (I admit I am a bit of a hard patient so I can understand if he just kinda ignores me sometimes, honestly). But in this case I was THREE DAMN MONTHS LATE for my injection and they’ve always called in the past when I was coming due if it looked like I hadn’t scheduled an injection, so that I was all on time and squared away and didn’t risk severe pain and damage to my already-fucked hormonal system (learning I couldn’t have kids was absolutely heartbreaking, let me tell you, but even a hysterectomy in that case would solve nothing — this is by far the easiest option, especially considering how my fibromyalgia would fuck with my post-surgery recovery and leave me with lasting pain for years if not decades; sigh).

Anyway. So. After some ridiculous levels of back and forth and some truly remarkable levels of lack of compassion (she kept giving me the exact same, word for word response in a bored tone UGH) considering the severe pain I was in (I was told, in front of OTHER PATIENTS AND STAFF, that I could just wait until I talk to the doctor myself at my next phone appointment and then schedule my injection for my next MONTHLY followup — 4.5 months overdue at that point, it would’ve been — because, and I quote, ‘am used to dealing with pain because of my fibromyalgia and years of dealing with it and other conditions’ which they named in front of others!!!!!!!! what. the. fuck. But I kept my cool because I know all these people, my mom taught their kids music, they’re a fixture of the community, etc. and I refuse to be a Karen…. At least externally.

But here comes the nice part that makes me love our new (okay, he’s been here like 5 years but still, in a small town that’s pretty new lmao) pharmacist that much more. Rasik was aware of my frustration with the doctor and nurses and was even the one who brought to my attention that, at the time, I was 2 months late for my injection and he was a bit concerned since he’s privy to how much pain I exist in without throwing in one or more knives directly into my womb, ovaries, tummy, hips, and other areas my endometrial tissue has taken root. He’s such a sweetheart and he really does care for his patients— the work he does with my father’s diabetes (the tricky one where you’re not obese) management is above and beyond the call of a pharmacist and I will forever be grateful for that alone, never mind how he cares for me.

So I went in today to pick up another medication, after yet another frustrating stop-over at the nurses’ desks, and he suggested I ask for my injectable medication (it’s Depo-Provera, by the way) and the syringe plus the two tips necessary — I’m actually familiar with this since I had to learn epinephrine injections from an early age (not Epipen) and how to give testosterone daily to my ex-husband (sorry not sorry, dude, but congrats on your first kid *grouchy thumbs up*). But yeah! Legally he’s not allowed to suggest I give it to myself, but he was getting super fed up with the nurses and doctors dragging their feet and ‘being assholes with little empathy’ in his own words, so I took the hint and requested my vial plus syringe, as well as the drawing and injection gauge needles…. which he gleefully filled for me, and I reiterated that it was ‘fully my idea, not yours, Rasik, because everyone knows I’m dumb and would never think it’s you if something happened’ (I’m not dumb and I’ve given injections to others many times looool).

Long story short: HERE’S TO PHARMACISTS AROUND THE WORLD, BEING AMAZING AND CARING FOR THEIR PATIENTS AND ‘BENDING BUT NOT REALLY BENDING’ THE RULES TO MAKE SURE THEIR CLIENTS ARE CARED FOR PROPERLY. They are amazing and deserve every last bit of your courtesy, especially when they pull double duty every. single. day. because of Covid and their subsequent boosters. (i.e. boosters in the form of humans who are fucking stupid if they have no medical reason not to get the vaccine… I mean JFC.)

Rasik? You are amazing and I am 100% going to find you some Indian-Canadian (or North Indian; I believe that’s where he’s from originally) treats or desserts or make some myself after slyly asking his assistant what he leans toward liking.

Be kind to one another, yeah, but… my goodness: be kind to those who can truly make a difference in your health, sanity, and even life or death.

Pharmacists, volunteers, and frontline health workers: the true heroes of these times.

Thank you so much. So very much.

💜💙🇨🇦👨🏽‍⚕️❤️‍🩹🙏🏻

P.S. … now I just gotta stab myself intramuscularly after making sure there’s no air bubbles and etc., and swap out to the proper gauge needle (different, smaller, to draw from the vial, larger to inject so that it goes in more quickly and, oddly enough, hurts less haha). I don’t think air bubbles are as much of an issue as when injecting intravenously (ummm I have a doctor uncle and grandma nurse and nurse friends, so shush 😆). But I’ve done this for others and animals so I should be good! :)

I’m a smart enough cookie even if I’ve lost a few nibble-size pieces around the edges. 😉😘 buahaha

Cheers to my pharmacist!!!! You are amazing and I can’t wait for the pain and months and months of bleeding to settle down.

Remind me again why humans are the only mammals (animals?) with monthly fluxes? UGH wtf ever. 🙃

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sole-cuore-amore-e-droga · 4 years ago

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Cyprus brings shampoo to Rotterdam 2021

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I FELL IN LOVE, I FELL IN LOVE, I GAVE MY HEART TO PRODUCT PLACEMENT.

Though I do see where they come from. Everyone from Panik Records, from her to Eleni Foureira featuring Perfectil on the “Fuego” MV, gonna need that sweet sweet money all of the time. But has Greece’s economy not really recovered for them to constantly need to advertise products on music videos or am I just losing my mind overthinking things?

Eitherway, this review may or may not appear before or during their rehearsal day, so see how do I make a fool of myself by trying to estimate Cyprus’s chances!

ARTIST & ENTRY INFO

This year we have a 26 year old Elena Tsagrinou from Greece here (the way they were last represented by a somewhat Cypriot on 2017?). She did music early on in her age, also participated in the Greek version of Got Talent. Though, before breaking out as a solo pop sensation in ways you cannot imagine, she used to be in a pop band OtherView. Strangely enough, I’ve heard of them because of this song below but I could’ve NEVER estimated it was her and never could have I predicted she would land herself a Eurovision entrance all alone:

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The band has had quite a few successful enough singles with her, she did some music shows participation and hosting, her band switched labels midway through (guess into which one they eventually landed, hint: some of the screenshots in this review have this peculiar logo), and in 2018, she had to “withdraw” from the group to go ahead and pursue the aforementioned solo career, somewhat. She continued doing a lot of shows (particularly seen on the MAD music channel related events), and doesn’t have as many singles as she had with OtherView right now, but she’s possibly well on her way to blossom as an artiste. Some of those reading (lol who am I kidding who even reads these) may be familiar with this little song of hers:

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You’ve heard way too many things about “El Diablo”, her 2021 entry, so idk if I feel like explaining the technical side of things all by myself or you already know everything. But in these reviews I repeat everyone else regardless, so let me just say that “El Diablo” is an obvious pop song, with a lot of Swedish related touches to it, because at least one person on this song also worked on Alvaro Estrella’s Melodifestivalen 2021 entry that glorifies at least a handful of the same cliches that “El Diablo” does lyrically. Dear Eurovision lyricists, you can use more foreign languages than Spanish for your obligatory foreign language incorporations, thanks~

Although I’m not sure about whether it is more Laurell Barker’s fault as much as it is Joker Thörnfeldt’s, but it’s easier to blame them equally, because the former probably came up with “ta-taco, tamale” and the latter couldn’t get enough of the word “mamacita” they used for the aforementioned Melodifestivalen entry. Anyway, the lyrics, from what I get, is that she’s in love with an eeeevil guy because he’s sweet talking her, they do some sexy stuff together (presumably), pour sauce on their bodies for no explicit reason other than “obligatory-foreign-reference-itis”, she’s breaking the rules (and idk if it was “mama-mamacita” telling her to do it), got the icy edges that the spicy is melting for her, throws eyelashes on the floor when she’s got no wigs to throw (but that doesn’t matter because even without a wig, she can flip her hair and make him look twice), and there’s as much as you need to know about the song’s lyrics as I feel like I should show to you, because eh. Eurovision has suffered from worse cookie-cutter lyricism through the years, “El Diablo” is painful but not the worst.

REVIEW

But I do like the song somewhat!

“El Diablo” was initially compared to Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” upon release, and I totally kind of see why, because in all the right spots you can absolutely hum over the chorus to that over the one of “El Diablo”’s, it just exchanges gratuitous French translation of one of the already sung lines on the bridge for obligatory inserted Spanish terms just for the sake of being trendy with the crowds of the nowadays, because as we learned nothing these days, having a lot of Spanish in your song is apparently trendy. And Elena does nothing absolutely batshit insane on the music video (other than advertising) - no lapdance for the devil Lil Nas X style, no being forced into a bath, no person to sell her body to (not even the titular diablo), no dancers that rise out of their Christian sleep pods. Just Elena singing behind lots and lots of trash bin bag wrap.

Honestly the bigger issue for me than the song being “sAtAnIc because it is called “the DEVIL!!!”, aside from the lyrics, is that the MV does not come with any forewarning whatsoever for the people that are seizure prone when they see strobe lights? And that happens for some extended periods of this clip? I know you are indulged in your advertising and good for you but don’t just care for the companies that pay you if you use their products, do care about people’s wellbeings too, sometime.

But enough about the MV.

The song is decently sounding. It has interesting uses of what sounds like hi-hats during the verses (e.g.: a moment when this happens for the first time on the song is after Elena sings “tonight we’re gonna burn in a par-tY” the second time, and then there’s something that sounds soaring - that’s what I think that the hi-hats did.). It also has some sort of a synth piano on the second verse to boost the song’s sound rather than just relying on 808s and beats. I quite like how the chorus is so instant somehow, idk why but it is for me. Might have a gripe with that childish choir singing “I LOVE EL DIAB-LO” in the tune of standard kindergarten children teasing tune (aka ”NA NA NA BOO BOO”), as well as the constant breathing sounds, but they don’t distract me from generally “fucking” with this song, lol. It’s just that likeable imo.

I just can’t cope with the fact that Cyprus can’t seem to dare to go at least a little bit original with their song, yanno? Ever since 2019 they were called out as being a ripoff of something... hell, everyone since 2016 except Eleni was a ripoff of something. Alter Ego? “Somebody Told Me” by The Killers. Gravity? “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man. Replay? “Fuego” itself. Running? “Lose Control”, Meduza x Becky Hill. Now we have a Lady Gaga song wannabe that even caught the attention of another singer that the music video looked like it was ripping off, and the Eurofandom caught up in hysterics:

Heads up, folks: not EVERY short haired blonde with messy hair, silvery tank top and shortpants that writhes on the floor is a Zara Larsson clone. And I don’t know who stirred controversy first - her or the fans - but this was ridiculous to see, even for me.

Although for a second I saw where they were coming from.

Now see why I want Cyprus to go original for at least once? Because I guess that the way “Fuego” was conjured up, it brought Cyprus so much success with how the package was, how Eleni sold it, and how the song sounded. You know the first thing of everything potentially going wrong for you later on is if you find the formula you’ve been looking for, but you proceed to be using the exact same formula that got you this far in the first place, without realizing what was it in the formula that you needed to bank on to further to make it click, but instead proceed to copy everything like it was an easy, fill-in-the-blank form. You can and should do better than that.

Though that doesn’t stop me from ranking it 11th this year.

Thing is, I really expected it to be the one female pop song of the year I would have the constant impulsive need to replay, replay, yeah. Ever since the chaotic entry MV drop that occured on some random-ass Cypriot TV show where three guys talked a lot (and before that, we got a cooking show), and kept growing increasingly agitated that no one is liking their show, until at some point one of them erupted in “IN TWU MEENETS... EL DIABLO... ON UR TEEVEE”; I was really devastated I couldn’t be able to break the replay button because of Panik Records deciding to rather benefit for themselves to have the MV on their app, then on Youtube, THEN on Spotify in that order. So I listened to a few video rips that I received / had for myself, and it was a fun time... until I realized the desire to play it declined much faster than I thought it would when it actually dropped on Spotify, oops. So I can’t really let myself rank it higher, when there are at least some catchier female bangers with better overall sound, better lyrics, and better multiple-replay factor. But I can’t really settle for a much lower rank for her than 11th, anyway. Girlbanger 2021 power y’all!

That and vocally she’s actually not that bad, even if she has shown up singing her song drunk in a handful of Instastories for some event of some party house, and at the time people overreacted, but I think that at least a large audience of those same people has collectively dropped their “Cyprus obvious NQ” talks come the pre-parties.

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Panik Records, when will you put the yeehaw El Diablo on streaming? Now THAT’S a version that has replay value, and I might never get bored of it instead :(

Approval factor: Yeah, there exists some for me in it Follow-up factor: CyBC did one of the nastiest in terms of following up their 2020 arc of “Bring Your Artist Back for Revenge Year” that was 2021, straight up ditching Sandro probably right after Eurovision was done (well it doesn’t look like the case because CyBC published a statement later, but I sense that it might’ve been the case), because “Running” wasn’t doing so well with the “YAS QUEEN” branch of the Eurofandom. Which sucks because Sandro would’ve actually been down to be asked again for Eurovision, as he revealed it to NikkieTutorials during many of her interviews with last year’s class of. “Agreement from both parties” my ass, unless Sandro secretly realized that like Tom Leeb, he was too busy for 2021 Eurovision, which I doubt. It actually sucks imo that Sandro can probably be considered as even a forever non-returnee, because Sandro is more of German roots than Greek, and if we learned anything about the Mukuchyangate 2021, is that Germany will never send a returning artist, at least one that didn’t represent their country first and foremost. So Greece could only ask Sandro nicely only if the contest comes on to Germany, I guess? How do you think they decided on getting Stefania, who still ever so regularly appears on Dutch music, to represent them this year? So on that regard the follow-up from CyBC stinks, eventhough I think that entrywise the follow-up was rather decent, at least in the usual Cypriot way of sending female pop (going from “Replay” to “El Diablo” which I like more than “replay”), and eventhough I’m falling out of the hype for Cyprus I once used to have, their 2015-2021 entry streak had entries that I largely feel positive for overall, so in that regard, the follow up is decent. Qualification factor: In a year of Semi 1 Female Banger Slaughterhouse, Elena goes out in my eyes with several scratches, but not enough to completely kill her chances. If anything, given the divisiveness of Ireland’s rehearsals, Elena is likely to obliterate any last memory of Lesley Roy any first time viewer has ever had, except for her stage graphics. Even if Elena’s staging will not be as mindblowingly cartooney as the last, once a bop comes on, everyone forgets the slower song and gives into the bop, at least that’s how the draws work when choosing what insignificant song to put on 2nd and wedge in between the opening banger and some lesser-key banger, right? I know that “Replay” barely qualified, but I find “El Diablo” slightly better, and it all goes well, it will barely just as qualify as well. Because in a Semi 1 Female Banger Slaughterhouse, she can’t be the losing one, really.

INTERNAL CORNER

I already told everything that was noteworthy about Elena’s journey in previous sections, honestly.

• That I said that CyBC likely ditched Sandro right after cancellation just like Hooverphonic ditched “Release Me” should they have had a chance to keep or toss their entry. It doesn’t present itself as the case, but I just feel like it is.

• That the song was revealed on a Cypriot talkshow where three dudes were aware that we were waiting for “El Diablo”, trying to throw some gratuitous English our way, hating that we didn’t like our show, but promising that “El Diablo” MV will be shown in “TWU MEENETS”, which wasn’t but worth the wait eh?

• That people were cackling at Zara Larsson joining in the talks of Elena’s MV having aspects of her own song’s MV plagiarized.

• That Elena performed her song in a private-ish event when drunk and having heaps of fun and people cried that it was gonna be a NQ.

And do I really need to elaborate about the local Cypriot church scandal? It just so happened that a bunch of people read into a song’s title so much, thought it was rude of their country to sing about the devil (eventhough the bigger offenses made here is the gratuitous Spanish more than anything), and hoped that the broadcaster will disqualify the very song they okayed to be internally chosen because they are displeased with it - and if it’s not disqualified, they even threatened to burn the headquarters down. No, really. That’s like the most amusing part of that whole spectacle. Imagine burning a broadcaster headquarters down for a song... if I did it for every favourite of mine that lost to other broadcasters, the broadcasters would run out of locations to rent, because everything else good is pre-occupied or the ashes of their lost headquarters staring back at them.

Imagine being toxicly Christian in 2021... How long until Elena’s face gets photoshopped on the main protagoniste of The Unholy?

ANY LAST WORDS?

Even if I’m with this song, part of me kind of wants me to fail to make Cyprus realize that their formula is starting to wear thin and they got to be somewhat of a versatile nation in Eurovision if they want to be on the radar of not just one specific niche. But then again, they learned nothing when they flopped with Tamta, because she sneakily qualified as opposed to failing even harder than Tulia, ah well. Will they ever learn?

But why would I openly wish this to a top 11 song of mine, oh dear. Good luck Elena, may God be on your side, I guess. :P

#eurovision #eurovision 2021 #rotterdam 2021 reviews #cyprus #elena tsagrinou #el diablo

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afaithy · 4 years ago

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Takari Headcanons Part II

So here I come with my next Takari Headcanons. Once again I must remind you that these HC applied mainly into the context of my Universer, but some might be valid for the general series.

Let's get to it then!

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🌷 Takeru is a romantic fool due to his literary influences. He's the one who comes with the best date, proposal, confession...ideas, but in real life he's a little cynic about love due to the bad reference/ trauma he got from his parents' breakup. Due to this, he has never taken the idea of "dating" seriously, which is why he can easily go out on dates with girls he has no interests with. With Hikari the situation is different, since he denial originally mistakes his infatuation with Hikari as Pure Friendship interest.

🌷 Hikari is the first one to realize she has feelings for Takeru very early in their friendship. At first she choses to stay quiet believing that the feelings are onesided, but as time passes she figures that it is actually mutual and that Takeru's cynicism is to blame for his apparent denial of it. Instead of pushing the matter and confessing straight away, she teases him and often does things to ruffle his feelings in hopes that he will, once for all, fall into elightenment of his own feelings. The things she often does is commenting on his misadventures with random girls or some friendly flirting with Daisuke (sorry dude) or Shun who supports the cause of making Takeru aware of his feelings.

🌷 Infact, Taichi is the first one to suspect that Hikari has a thing for a boy (Brother's instinct!), but he originally thought that Hikari was crushing on Yamato, it is not until later that he figures that Takeru might be an candidate. Eventually he dismisses the whole thing. Ironically, he's the last one to find out that Hikari and Takeru were in a relationship

🌷 Takeru finally comes to terms with his feelings thanks to a pep talk from Taichi. Ironically, the pep talk came after Taichi was venting over his soccer team members (yeah he still plays in college) were trying to hit on his little sister.

🌷 Hikari seems to be magnet for soccer players lol

🌷Taichi actually approves of the relationship, but he likes to tease Takeru making him think that he will kill him if he does anything improper to his sister. Yamato is delighted with the news.

🌷 Mimi (and by default Koushiro) is the first to find out about the relationship after she casually caught them snogging during one of their secret dates. She eventually uses this to blackmail them to stay quiet about her own love life.

🍀 In my verse, Hikari's birthday falls on November 11th. I chose this date because based on months and personalities, November children are psychic, empathic and positive, but easily overwhelemed by the sensitivity which often causes them emotional burden. 11th, because using numerology, people born on the 11th day are usually very aware of their surroundings, intuitive and supportive; but they are also very secretive. This seem to suit her well

🍀 Takeru's birth day is on December 13th. December childre are loyal, generous, pretty boys and girls that are easily loved and admired, very active, outspoken and influential. Then can be very impatient but are always willing to give and help. People born on the 13th day are very hardworking, creative and optimistic.

🍀 Takeru introduces Hikari into the literature world and turns her into an avid reader. They reach a point that they use a secret code consisting of fictional language words, author names and quotes to pass messages between each other. No one understands them and wonder why they can't simply flirt like normal people.

🍀 At last year of college, Takeru receives a scholarship to take postgraduate studies in England (a writer's dream lol), so he has to go overseas. Hikari often goes to visit during vacations.

🍀 Takeru is pride boyfriend who always talks about his grilfriend, so the whole literature department already knows about Hikari before she is even introduced to them. She has earned the "MUse" nickname between them

🍀 Takeru proposes during "by accident" at some point during this time. He had been jugling with the idea for a while and during a field trip to Ireland he ends up buying the engagement ring in a celtic store. He gets a Claddagh ring with Topaz (Hikari's birthstone) and Turquoise (Takeru's birthstone) out of impulse, without even realizing what he had done

🍀 Taichi gave him a call and long pep, big brother talk after Hikari dropped the news. Takeru was absolutely terrified. Eventually Taichi is pulled off the phone by Sora, since everyone was impatient to give the congratulations

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀 This is it for the time being. Don't worry I still have lots of HC if you guys are interested lol ❤ but writing them all down in one single post would sure make a long post. So for now....

TO BE CONTINUED

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#takari #forevertakari #digimon #digimon 2020 #digimon AU #Fanfiction #takeru takaishi #tk takaishi #hikari yagami #kari kamiya #Headcanons #my headcanons

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disappearinginq · 4 years ago

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for the writers ask thing: (3) What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway) AND (6) What character do you have the most fun writing?

Hilariously, the first one is a Prodigal Son scene between the team (specifically JT) and I just wanted a...merger? scene between beginning season JT & Malcolm, where they just like to harass one another, to basically an embodiment of the Kink!Tomato explanation. I like that they’re not cozy with each other, but they go from purposefully hurtful banter to just off beat teasing, and I had a scene where that was spelled out. I wonder if I can find it...or possibly actually getting around to writing the fic that i wrote three lines of dialogue for when @rohanrider3 gave me a prompt for it. As for most fun -ooo. Hmm. Snarky ones. And family relations. I think one of my favorite things to write was between Bellamy and Kane for Left Behind, despite not watching the show for years now, and that fic sits languishing in writing purgatory.

And I really, really love to write unexpectedly smart/badass characters (or make canon characters into unexpectedly smart/badass characters, because no one can prove I’m wrong). Edit: FOUND THE PRODIGAL SON THING.

“No, JT, really, I want to know,” Malcolm snapped, holding his hand out – steadier than JT could remember ever seeing it – jabbing accusatorily at him. “What exactly was I supposed to do? Hmm? If you know, I’d love to hear it, because I haven’t got a fucking clue. I’m a bit of an outlier, you see – people aren’t good with things they can’t categorize. They want to stuff you in a box whether you fit or not, and I’m guessing as a Hispanic male combat veteran, there’s a couple boxes people like to tick off for you, right? Suicidal. PTSD. Temper problems. Into drugs and alcohol. Anyone ever tell you you’re a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off?”

JT didn’t answer – it was rhetorical and both of them knew it. Veterans today had a rate of suicide comparable to WWII, and instead of trying to curb the trend by digging deeper to find out why, Washington just swept it under the rug – denied treatment, refused disability claims, shoved people out on the street like Monday morning garbage. The only time people cared enough to even Google the statistics were November 11th and the last Monday in May.

“Oh look,” Malcolm barreled on. “Finally, something we have in common. We don’t like it when people try to shove us in boxes to make us something we’re not. But you know what? You’re at least not alone. You can feel it, and it can seem it, but you’re not – one point three million people in our military, odds are at least one of them feels like you. Can understand what you’ve been through, why you are the way you are. Wanna know how many serial killers had kids? Huh?”

Malcolm’s pointed finger became a splay of five.

“Five. In the last half century, with their kids still alive today – five. Six kids total. Ted Bundy’s daughter has vanished so completely not even the FBI knows who or where she is. Dennis Rader’s kids? His daughter fucking wrote him a letter forgiving him for what he did and that she ‘hoped to see him in Heaven one day’ and that she still loved him, and her brother told the newspapers that despite killing ten people in utterly horrific ways, he was a good dad. And nobody comes close to the Surgeon’s body count – maybe the ones he was convicted for, but not what he’s suspected of.”

“Look, Bright, I – ” JT tried to cut in. Bright’s glare stopped him midsentence.

“No, no, no, no, you don’t get to derail this train now,” Malcolm snapped. “Not when you’re the one who keeps looking at me like I’m only one conviction away from being Martin Whitly’s sequel because I’m good at my job. And you know what, literally anyone else who is a profiler, or a criminal psychologist, or even a forensic psychologist is supposed to try and interpret the criminal mind, but I don’t see you avoiding Dr. Tanaka. My father was the monster, not me. I was fucking ten years old when I turned him in. All the other Serial Killer Kids were adults when the police found out their fathers were killers, but I don’t see the FBI keeping tabs on them, waiting for them to pick up where Dear Old Dad left off. So why me? Because I annoy you? Because it bothers you that because I can’t solve my own problems, I try to solve others? I have twenty three lives that were cut short because of the Surgeon that I have to make up for, and yeah, there’s only so many ways I can atone for my father’s sins.”

JT wasn’t the only one who noticed the change in Malcolm’s voice as he almost choked on the word father in relation to Martin, his already pale features turning slightly green at the mention of being related to the Surgeon.

“Since you seem to have all the answers, why don’t you clue the rest of us in? Hmm?” Malcolm threw his hands wide to encompass the whole room. “What should I be doing that would make you believe that I am not my father’s son?”

Dani shifted in her chair, looking like she’d rather be anywhere but here, but gave him a side-eyed glare that clearly stated she was actually on Bright’s side for this one. Gil hadn’t said a word the entire argument, but then, if he’d known Malcolm since the day he’d turned in Martin, then he’d probably heard it more than once.

Malcolm must’ve said it more than once, because that was a lot of statistics to rattle off that fast.

JT sighed, picking up a pen and tapping it against the notepad just to have something to do with his hands as he met Malcolm’s eyes.

“It’s not what you think,” JT said. “It…” he considered his next words, weighing the sound of them in his head before he said them aloud. “I think you’re so good at this, it’s killing you.”

Whatever response Malcolm had braced himself for – because that’s exactly what he was doing, keeping his hands firmly over his chest, hunching slightly like he was expecting a physical blow – that wasn’t it. The kid’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline before they narrowed back in suspicion, and JT couldn’t really blame him.

“I knew these guys – combat guys, all of them. Saw some serious shit over in Syria. Afghanistan. Iraq. You name the shit storm, they were in it, boots on the ground. They didn’t fare much better than you. Nightmares. Depression. The twitchy hands. The mania. The insomnia. Insisting they were fine.” He absently let the pen in his hand doodle across the notepad, and he watched as Malcolm’s gaze couldn’t help but flicker towards the movement more than keep JT’s gaze. “Hyper vigilant. Some of them saw counselors, but you know how that goes…seeing them doesn’t mean they followed their advice. Sometimes it’s just a band aid on a bullet hole. A couple of them got jobs where they thought they could do some good – use those skills, those…habits, at work. Thought it gave them an edge. Kept them vigilant.”

JT clicked the pen, putting it down as he leaned forwards, his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers as he caught Malcolm’s piercing gaze. “It burned them out. One put a gun in his mouth Christmas Eve in his basement while his kids were asleep upstairs. The other one stepped in front of train during the morning commute. The other one gave himself a heart attack – he’s the one that lived. And you may not believe me, Bright, but I don’t want that to be you on the evening news. You may be good at this job, but I think it’s bad for you. Trying to make up for things you had no control over, keeping some tally in that head of yours of if the life you saved is equal to the one he took. That’s not healthy, and if your stupid habit of haring off after murderers without backup doesn’t kill you, then this life will. I don’t think you’re anything like the Surgeon, because if you were, this wouldn’t bother you at all, instead of eating you alive from the inside out.”

The room was quiet enough you could hear a pin drop.

Dani shot him her half smile reserved for special occasions and people she particularly approved of. Gil’s expression was still hidden by his hand over his mouth, but JT realized he wasn’t looking at him – probably hadn’t been for most of the conversation.

He was watching Malcolm.

Malcolm who was completely silent.

He didn’t think Bright did silent. He pretty much non-stop jabbered on, even when he wasn’t supposed to. Perhaps even especially when he wasn’t supposed to.

And now that piercing blue stare was levelled straight at him, and JT fought the urge to fidget under the intensity of it.

Malcolm’s eyes widened slightly, a funny little gasp that would’ve made more sense coming from someone who’d just had ice water dumped down their back passing between suddenly parted lips as he pulled his head back as if physically slapped. “You’re…not lying.”

JT frowned, glancing over at Gil who was still zeroed in on Malcolm. The older man hadn’t decided if this was good or bad, which put JT even more on edge.

“No, I’m not lying. Why would I lie about something like that?” He tried to catch Gil’s attention without getting even more of Malcolm’s, but the older detective ignored him.

#asks answered #games we play #prodigal son #prodigal son fic #sort of #one day maybe #malcolm bright #jt tarmel

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Falling in Temptation

Previous chapters || Sequel to Stars Dance

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 11th Doctor/ Female OC

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Ch. 7: The Wedding Crashers

Chapter summary: Avalon meets alien royalty only for it to blow up in her face! Now it's a race against time to stop a wedding!

Fairy Tale Memoirs (Companion story)

"Why do we have to climb up this hill when you could have just materialized the TARDIS up there?" Avalon groaned as she trudged up a hill behind the Doctor who, in comparison to her, had a much more positive attitude in their small endeavor.

He looked back to the ginger with a wide smile of his. "Where's the fun in that?"

"These shoes aren't meant for climbing hills," Avalon pointed to her current choice of shoes as well as then to her clothing, "Nor these."

"Amy once wore a nightie and slippers!"

"Well that's because I was under the impression that when you suggested a small trip to help me sleep I thought you meant something simple like...like watching some stars or something."

"It's either go big or go home," the Doctor declared then stopped. "Besides-" he had come to the hill side that overlooked something he thought she would definitely like, "-this was worth it." He turned around and reached down for her hands. "C'mon, just one big leap and you're there."

Avalon narrowed her eyes. "I hate you," she spat but took his hands anyways.

"Course you don't," the Doctor pulled her up a little too hard which made her almost fall on him. They ended up at a closer proximity than predicted. It wasn't that he minded the closeness - he could never - but it just...it brought these funny feelings that really shouldn't be happening. He was the first in letting go. Clearing his throat, he spoke up and even with a tinge of genuine excitement. "Close your eyes, Ava."

"...why?" She asked, obviously doubting of what would happen.

"Because I want it to be a surprise, now do it!"

Rolling her eyes, Avalon shut them. She allowed the Doctor to bring her somewhere further down the hill side, warning him that if she tripped she would smack him. The Doctor, used to those sorts of threats, positioned her without a response.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Mhm, let me at it."

The Doctor stepped aside and told her to open her eyes. When she did, she was met with a great glass dome that encircled a city of some sort. It was surrounded by crystal clear water where various boats floated, some with people heading for the city.

"Woah," Avalon soon began grinning. "This is like...Atlantis! OH! Are we in Atlantis!?"

The Doctor laughed, shaking his head. "No, actually we're not. This is the planet Kaay, home to one of the most progressive species ever."

"I still say Atlantis," Avalon crossed her arms. "So how was this supposed to help me sleep?"

"Well," the Doctor stepped towards the end of the hill, "That water down there contains ingredients that put people into a dreamlike state which, in turn, is a sleep medicine."

"Screw that I wanna go in there," Avalon pointed at the city, her eyes practically sparkling.

"I thought you wanted to sleep," the Doctor scowled. "It only takes a couple drops and then you're out like a light."

"No thanks," Avalon patted his arm and turned. "I'm gonna go get changed and then we're gonna go into the city."

"Avalon, I don't think that's a good idea. You really ought to sleep-"

"I'm gonna drive the TARDIS if you're not coming."

"Stay away from my console," the Doctor quickly pointed at her.

"She doesn't mind, she likes me more than you anyways. So bye!" Avalon waved and began a hasty retreat down the hill.

"A-Avalon!" the Doctor broke into a sprint behind her.

The ginger laughed all the way down, reaching the TARDIS first. She swung her way into the box then planted herself at the doorway with her hands on either side of the hinges.

"Say we're going into the city," she said calmly.

"What if I don't?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Then you don't get to go into your box."

A loud scoff escaped the Doctor's mouth. "Really? That's the best you can do? At least do something that can actually happen."

"I can and will close these doors on you," Avalon said, quite sure of herself that it amused the Doctor. It was one of the things he liked most from her - no matter the circumstances she stood tall and ready to fight against anyone.

"Oh, really?"

"Mhm. Watch me."

"You can't do it," the Doctor stepped into the entrance floor of the box, forcing Avalon to take steps back. "It's my box. She listens to me."

"Just take me already," Avalon smacked his arm.

"Where are we going?" They heard Amy's raspy voice behind them. Looking back they found her and Rory standing by the hallway threshold both in pajamas.

Avalon whirled around and excitedly announced, "The Doctor is taking us to an alien city!"

While she skipped to the console, the Doctor gaped and shut the doors behind him. "No he was not!"

"Yeah he is," Avalon assured and came to a stop near the Time rotor. "Aren't we?" She patted the rotor and instantly had an approving hum from the TARDIS.

"Amazing," the Doctor grumbled as he came up the stairs, calling to the TARDIS now. "Is this how you backup your own pilot?"

"Okay," Amy shook her head, in the process shaking off her sleepy demeanor, "What's happening? Where are we going?"

"And why were you awake so early?" Rory practically demanded.

"Because I couldn't sleep," Avalon shrugged. "But that doesn't matter anymore. The Doctor is taking us to an alien city on water."

"Really?" Amy glanced over to the Doctor who was still grumbling at the TARDIS for her lack of defense.

When she called him, he snapped his head up and frowned. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Oh shut up," Avalon jokingly told him, looking at him from across the console, "You know you wanna take us."

The Doctor rolled his eyes, giving up. "Fine, go get changed then."

Avalon beamed. "Thank you! C'mon Amy, let's get changed because I refuse to go out in a nightie!" Amy barely had time to say 'okay' when Avalon yanked her down the staircase into the corridors. "And we need to wake up the Sapling!"

"Might wanna get a change too, Rory," the Doctor warned, "People there are a bit nosy here."

Rory nodded and started for the corridor when he came to a stop midway, pensive, and with sudden determination he turned right back. "What are you doing?"

The Doctor looked up from the console, momentarily confused. "What?"

Rory wasn't accustomed to a stand off, both verbally or physically, but this was something important he couldn't just ignore. He'd been trying his best to deal with it on his own but it concerned Avalon and he would never be able to stay quiet when it came to her. "With Avalon. What are you doing with Avalon?"

The Doctor forced himself to look back down at the console, pretending to work a couple switches. That was the question, wasn't it? He'd been avoiding asking himself that question and now Rory was taking the initiative. "I don't understand."

"Yeah you do," Rory started walking up to the console. "You understand everything and I'm pretty sure you understand why you can't be with Avalon."

The Doctor stopped moving his hand over the console, swallowing hard. He wasn't even going to deny anything, why bother? Rory was too smart of a man to buy a lie. "Yeah…" He said so quietly that Rory barely heard it.

"Look, it's not that I don't realize you actually care for her. I see it. Amy sees it. But…" Rory sighed, "...who you are...to the world...puts Avalon in a very dangerous position. The Silence, for example, are still out there, and…"

"I get it, Rory," the Doctor finally looked up, clearly affected by Rory's words. "I'm no good-"

"I didn't say that-"

"-but it's what you meant to say," the Doctor began walking around the console for Rory, "And I agree. I'm no good for anyone - even you and Amy are in danger because of me. The poor Sapling was born because of who I am. I should stay away from Avalon."

"I know you don't mean for anything to happen to us, Doctor. I promise you that we get it, but...I have been with Avalon since we were kids. She hasn't had it easy and the last thing she needs is to be targeted by intergalactic aliens. You get that, right?"

The Doctor nodded. "And I completely understand that. I want her to be safe too."

"Okay," Rory nodded as well, feeling awkward with such an intense topic. He turned around and walked down for the corridor to get changed as well.

The Doctor returned for the console, silently and despondently. He couldn't argue, and he wouldn't, because everything Rory said was true. He was not a good man; he would only hurt Avalon. She needed something better than him and if he actually felt anything for her then he would do the right thing and stay away.

~0~

The city was large and busy. And shiny. Very shiny. Tall buildings lined the street, reaching almost to the top of the dome that was over the city. Humanoids and other more obvious aliens walked the streets.

"I like this place! It's so shiny!" The Sapling was dazzled by the crystal appearance of the buildings. "And look! There I am!" He stopped walking to point at the ground where, because of its shine, their reflections were clear as day.

"Are these actual crystals, though?" Amy stopped by a street pole to study its appearance. It was a baby blue and shiny as hell.

"If they are, I'm taking some of them," Avalon smirked and rubbed her hands together.

"No you are not," Rory was right behind her in case she started pulling jewels off places right there and then.

"Oh Rory!" Avalon waved him off. "I'm sure nobody would miss them!"

"Where are we?" The Sapling asked the Doctor.

"The city of Yalen, well, it's a kingdom actually," the Doctor barely finished when Avalon quickly remarked over it.

"A kingdom!? With actual royalty?"

"Well, yeah," the Doctor nodded. "The family in power are the Amethysts. See that?" He stopped the group again at an intersection and gestured to a building overlooking the city.

Avalon gasped so loudly it stopped a few of the civilians. "Is that...a castle!?"

"Oh boy, you've awoken the princess dreams again," Amy shot a look at the Doctor, not too pleased with him now.

"I want to go to the castle!" Avalon exclaimed. "Can we please go to the castle!? I haven't met an actual royal and we've been traveling for a year!" She turned to the Doctor with a huff. "What's that about!?"

"...you never asked?"

"Well I'm asking now!"

"Mother, Father, look," the Sapling had wandered to a nearby street pole that had a huge poster on it. The poster - as well as the street pole - was decorated with beautiful purple flowers whose petals seemed to be made up of crystals, Amethysts to be specific.

The group gathered behind the Sapling to see what the poster was about. As soon as Avalon saw it, she gasped again. "It's a wedding!" She almost screeched that the others had to cover their ears.

Amy leaned closer to the poster to read the headline. "To be exact, Princess Stella and Prince Zander's wedding this evening...at the Amethyst castle."

"I don't think we should crash a royal wedding," Rory looked at them all with concern.

"Why not?" Amy smirked. "The Doctor can get us in, and we could definitely have some fun."

"Now you're talking, Amy!" Avalon high-fived with her.

"It might be fun," the Sapling agreed with a big smile.

"Or we can stay out here and explore," Rory insisted the much safer option.

"I think I'm with Rory on this one," the Doctor surprisingly said. He received comical looks from both gingers and a disappointed one from the Sapling. "The Amethysts have a very strict way of living, kind of cling to the old ways if you know what I mean. I wouldn't like to get tangled with them."

"Seriously?" Avalon raised an eyebrow, now seeming at a cross between anger and confusion. "You pick now to be responsible!? Give me the psychic paper - I'll go on my own!"

"Sorry Ava, we're gonna have to sit this one out. But I'm sure there's plenty of other places you'll like."

"I wanted to see the big, flashy castle," she said slowly, folding her arms. "But the boring Time Lord said no."

The Doctor frowned. "I'm not boring."

"I wonder what kind of alcohol these aliens get into because I sure need one!" Avalon turned on her heels to walk away.

"Avalon, come back!" Rory called after her.

"In an hour!"

"Where is Mother going? And what's alcohol?" the Sapling gave a curious glance at the others.

"Something your mother is very fond of," Amy chuckled. "I'll go make sure she stays out of trouble," she hurried after Avalon before losing her.

"Aren't we going to follow them?" Rory waited for the Doctor to take the lead but the Time Lord shook his head. "What!?"

"Better let her cool off. Last thing I need is for her to nick the psychic paper off me. She has very sneaky fingers," the Doctor made a face and turned in the opposite direction. Twice already she had taken his psychic paper without him noticing until she herself would hand it back to him. It was not funny, no matter what she said.

~ 0 ~

"The Doctor and Rory's gonna kill us," Amy turned around from the bar counter to face the nice pub they had found only a few blocks from where they'd left Rory, the Doctor and the Sapling.

"Not if I slap them first," Avalon took her drink from the bartender - a humanoid male. "If I don't get to crash a wedding then I will at least have some alcohol."

Amy took a sip of her drink and crinkle her nose. "Eugh, this does not taste good."

"Tastes good to me," Avalon shrugged, sipping away yer drink.

Amy shook her head and put her drink down on the counter. "Nope, I need to go wash this taste out of my mouth."

"You're overdramatic," Avalon took Amy's drink and popped the straw out. She looked at the nearly empty place and spotted another ginger woman across the place looking rather...depressed? She looked at Amy's drink - which was still practically full - and then back to the stranger. "Well Amy's not gonna drink it and I can't go beyond one cup." The alcohol was far more potent on this planet and Avalon didn't want to be outright buzzed.

She got off the stool and took both drinks to the table of the ginger woman. "Hello, want a drink?" she plopped down across the stranger and set down both drinks.

The ginger woman looked up to reveal dark brown eyes. "What?"

"Don't get it wrong, but you really look like you could use a drink. So drink." Avalon slid Amy's drink down the table.

The other ginger eyed the glass suspiciously. "You expect me to drink a glass a stranger is offering me?"

"If you don't I don't care. I just didn't want it to go to waste," Avalon shrugged. "My name's Avalon, by the way."

The casual demeanor of Avalon gave the other ginger a vibe she didn't feel so uncomfortable with. Against all her education, she nabbed the glass offered to her.

"So, what's the problem?" Avalon suddenly asked, causing the ginger to momentary freeze. "Bad one? Gotcha. But whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that bad."

The ginger scoffed. "Wanna bet?"

Seeing this was the way to get the woman to talk, Avalon smirked. "You want to play that game? I can play. I recently just mothered a tree with a man of a different species. And that's right, you heard me, a tree."

The ginger raised an eyebrow. "Okay, kind of bad. Here's one of mine: I'm not allowed to be in the city without guards. I have literally never seen the city."

"Oh, locked away. That is a bad one, but...I can definitely win this. I found out my mother may have not even been my mother - I could've been adopted but my dad, who might not even be my Dad either, never told me. I've been living a lie all my life."

"Terrible," the ginger blinked. She thought for a second then sighed. "Well, here's my biggest one: my Dad's marrying me off to some guy I barely know. I'm like a piece at the market going to the highest bidder. I don't even like the guy but my Dad doesn't care."

"Okay that one's sad," Avalon admitted. "Want to hear my last one? We can mourn for our love lives together." The other ginger smiled a bit. "I...might be falling for a man who is way out of my league. And when I say 'might' I mean...it's already happened. But it's never going to happen because I'm me. No one special."

"Well, this game did make me feel a little better," the ginger bobbed her head. "We both have terrible lives."

"You know what you should do?" Avalon asked her with a rather devilish smile.

"What?"

"Run away."

The stranger ginger raised both her eyebrows as she contemplated this new idea. "You're telling me to run away?"

"Why not? It works, trust me. I sort of did that - I mean, it wasn't the main reason I left home but it was also useful to get away for a while. Plus, my parents - if the parents I know aren't my actual parents - ran away from me years ago and no one has found them since. It works."

"No it wouldn't, they would be searching for me non-stop," the ginger said, her eyes drifting to the side in thought.

"Avalon?" Amy had come out of the restrooms and found her friend sitting with a complete stranger. "What are you doing?"

"Having a drink with my new friend-" Avalon's cheery smile faded when she realized she still didn't know the other woman's name. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Leave it to Avalon to make new friends like this," Amy rolled her eyes and took a seat between the two gingers.

"Hey, I'm helping," Avalon frowned. "I'm telling her to run away from her marriage."

"Oh yeah, we're so leaving," Amy said with a straight face then looked over to the still pensive ginger. "I'm sorry for my friend's bad advice."

"It wasn't all that bad," the ginger said, eyes locking on Avalon who was sipping her drink again. "Except for the part where they would be looking non-stop for me."

"Yeah, so it's best not to do that," Amy said like it was logical.

"Except…" the ginger began reaching inside her jacket, "...they wouldn't be looking for me if they thought that I was there with them."

"That doesn't make sense," Avalon put down her drink on the table. "I don't think you're getting this..."

Amy rolled her eyes, concluding this was all just too dramatic. "What's the big deal?" she asked. "You're getting married to who exactly?"

"A prince," the ginger whipped out a blue wand-like device.

"No way!" Avalon's eyes widened. "Lucky! That's been my dream since I was like 5!"

"Then let me help you with that," the ginger pointed the wand at Avalon in a threatening manner. Amy immediately pushed herself out of her chair and backed away at the same time Avalon did.

Avalon raised her hands up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I just can't do it," the ginger shook her head, already standing herself. "I can't get married to Zander. I don't love him."

"Zander?" Amy studied the woman carefully before realizing who she was. "Wait, you're the princess. You're Princess Stella!"

Stella nodded. "Yes. And I've been trapped in this pub for over an hour because of the guards ransacking the streets. Well I won't do it. I won't get married."

"Okay that's fine with me but will you put down what ever the hell that thing is?" snapped Avalon.

"I can't do that," Stella shook her head, discreetly flicking a small switch on the wand. "I'm taking your advice, I'm running away. And it'll be a lot easier to do if you wear my face."

Avalon frowned. "What?"

Stella didn't respond anymore and instead activated the wand, causing a great blue flash of light. Avalon fell back as if she had been struck while Stella pushed Amy away to make her escape. Amy rushed over to Avalon - who'd fallen face first on the floor - and started calling for help from the nearby customers.

"She's outcold! That princess - the princess! She did something to my friend!" Amy turned Avalon over and saw Avalon's pale face.

A couple of people began crowding around them, and while Amy fished for her phone in her pocket she missed the awestruck looks on their faces.

"C'mon, c'mon, pick up Rory!" Amy impatiently said, looking over Avalon. Behind her, she began hearing strange whispers.

"It's the princess!"

"...they've been looking for her…"

"...someone call the guards - I heard there's a reward…"

"What are you talking about?" Amy angrily looked up at the last person to have spoken. "Your princess just ran out that door! She's the one who did this to my friend!"

But no one listened to her. All they saw was Princess Stella lying out cold on the floor.

"Amy?" Rory's voice relieved Amy somewhat.

"Rory! We need help! Well, Avalon needs it more than I do actually!"

"What happened?"

"Well, um, we went into this pub and Avalon found the frikin princess who them turned out to be cruel as hell because she-"

There was a sudden burst of the entrance doors. Amy quickly stood up to see several guards rushing inside the room. "Woah, what's going on?"

"There she is!" The male bartender was leading the guards inside the room, frantically pointing at the 'princess' on the floor. "Princess Stella! Where's my reward?"

Amy made such a face while trying to explain that this was not their princess. Meanwhile, Rory was still listening in from the other line.

"This isn't Stella! Her name's Avalon Reynolds! She's been struck with something and - put her down!" Amy urgently pushed her way through some guards as she saw one of them picking Avalon up into their arms. "Where are you taking her!?"

"Back home where she belongs," one guard holding onto Amy answered. "She's got a ceremony to attend to."

"But that's not Stella, I'm telling you!"

"Ma'am if you don't quit acting against orders from the King himself, we will take you in as well," another guard warned.

Amy knew when she was at a loss, and unfortunately this was one of them. She knew the best way to help Avalon was finding the Doctor and explaining to him all that happened. Avalon would surely be brought to the castle where they could easily get in via psychic paper. So after Avalon was taken away, Amy resumed the phone call and dashed out of the pub - not before punching the bartender to the floor - and went to find the Doctor and Rory.

~0~

"But I'm telling you I'm not her, I'm not princess Stella," Avalon got tired of saying as two maids walked out of 'her room'. For some reason, everyone who saw her believed her to be princess Stella Amethyst. And no matter how many times Avalon would tell them she wasn't Stella, no one would believe her. In fact, most employees wouldn't even talk to her. It was like taboo or something.

As soon as the maids locked the room, Avalon jumped out of the big (and admittedly comfortable) bed and made a run for the window. She tried pushing it up to escape but found it was also locked. She raised her head up and came to the shocking surprise of her reflection. "That's not me!" she cried, slapping her hands to her face.

She dawned the ginger hair but it was straight and her eyes were not blue - they were brown! Her entire facial features were not there. She really did look like Stella.

Avalon didn't know whether to cry or be angry and probably throw some stuff. She didn't have time to decide because she heard someone unlocking the door. She turned to find the two maids from before accompanied by a much older woman dressed in royal garbs - the Queen.

~0~

"Why did you go into a pub? Why!?" Rory couldn't finish understanding despite hearing Amy's story.

Amy deeply sighed, already blaming herself for all that happened. She should have known better than to let Avalon bring her into a pub, much more an alien pub. "I don't know, alright? I was bored."

"You were bored," Rory mimicked before angrily beginning again, "Amy you know Avalon needs someone to guide her so that she doesn't end up in situations like these!"

"Well excuse me but I tend to think of Avalon as a friend, not our daughter!" Amy couldn't help snap.

"If you two are done arguing-" the Doctor came up to them after having exited a small shop, "-perhaps we should get to the part where we help Avalon."

"Yes, we should save Mother," the Sapling gazed up at the big castle in the distance. "She's probably inside the castle she wanted to go to."

Rory sighed. "Yeah, you're right. What do we do then?"

"Well, it appears Stella was against the arranged marriage and decided to leave someone else in her place while she got to run away and be free…"

"Yeah, that much we got," Amy nodded, crossing her arms. "She had this little wand thing that she used on Avalon."

"A face matriculator - very popular in the black market," the Doctor mused. "See it adapts everyone's eye nerves so that they see the face of the criminal on someone else's face."

"You mean everyone sees Princess Stella's face on Avalon now?" Rory asked.

"Well yes and no," the Doctor shrugged. "The effects are temporal, one of the drawbacks, but if they're going to marry Avalon off by mistake the results could be disastrous. The Amethysts do not tolerate mistakes."

"...what do you mean?" Amy slowly asked, exchanging looks with Rory before. They were getting the same bad feeling.

"Well, I imagine the effects would last up to…" And even the Doctor was having trouble finishing his sentence, "...the Wedding Night."

It was like a bombshell had gone off.

"N-n-n-no, she can't have that," Rory was the first to speak after a very awkward moment of silence.

"Why, what happens?" the Sapling innocently looked between the trio who could no longer return the favor.

"Okay, moving on," Amy said hurriedly. "I think the Doctor what trying to say that this family doesn't do mistakes. Imagine their brand new son in law bringing back a girl that was supposed to be Stella? They're gonna want to…"

"Eliminate that mistake before anyone got word of the runaway princess," the Doctor finished, forcing himself to focus on that reason and not the...well, the wedding night part.

The sense of urgency was quick to rise within the group and so they set off to figure a way out for Avalon.

~0~

"Sit down!"

Plop! went Avalon down on a garden chair the Queen - or her mother apparently - had set her on.

"And if I hear one more peep out of you in regards to this marriage you will regret it to the fullest extent," the Queen warned Avalon while casually creasing Avalon's burgundy silk dress over the shoulders. "Am I understood?"

It took everything in Avalon not to make a snappy response. She learned that was not the way to speak to the Queen - Queen Chan - less she wanted to have another hurtful response back.

"Yes," Avalon mumbled. Queen Chan glowered down at 'her daughter' until Avalon noticed. Coughing, she added, "...mother."

Seemingly satisfied, the Queen walked away, leaving Avalon alone for a moment. She picked at the outrageous hair pin sticking out of her untamed curls. It felt like something was pulling her hair constantly but Queen Chan hadn't listened. She saw Stella's straight manageable hair so that was that.

"You shouldn't touch your hair Stella," a petite blonde woman called out. Avalon looked up and saw the woman approaching the table. Judging by the slightly less royal clothing, Avalon assumed this was one of Stella's friends or lesser status family member. The blonde giggled as she reached the table and moved over to Avalon's hair where she began fixing the pin. "Your mom put it on too tight, huh?"

"Um...yeah," Avalon cautiously looked up to the woman.

"Well, maybe it was a little punishment for running away like that - What were you thinking!?" the blonde stepped back and smiled appreciatively at her work.

"That...I didn't wanna get married?" Avalon said what she believed was fairly obvious.

"Why not? Zander is a really good guy. And I'm sure he would make a fine husband," the blonde took a seat across the table. A thin wide smirk spread across her face as she leaned forwards on the table to add, I'm a much quieter voice, "Plus, let's be honest, he seems like the kind of guy who would definitely make your night if you know what I mean.. "

"Unfortunately I do…" Avalon nervously smiled at the blonde. She nicked at her hair for a minute before asking, "Is there a cellphone I could use?"

"Phone? Why would you need a phone?"

"I thought it was obvious what a phone was used for."

"You don't need to be sassy," the blonde frowned. "I'm your cousin, remember that."

"I'll honestly try." Avalon bit her lip. "Look, I just need a phone so that I can call-"

"Zander!"

Avalon's eyes widened "What!?"

She spotted an admittedly handsome young man coming towards them. He had curly brown hair and matching dark eyes. With muscular arms, he directly went for Avalon's hands to raise her from her seat.

"Hello, beautiful," he greeted her with.

All Avalon could for a moment was blink, and rapidly.

The blonde woman mildly giggled and got out of her chair. "Well I think I'll leave you two alone."

"Thank you, Isabel," Zander said with eyes glued on Avalon. After they were left alone, he gently pulled Avalon away from the table. "Glad to see you're back home."

"You...you know about...me me...running away, right?" Avalon thought it best to just rip off the bandage right there at first.

"Of course, and I'm not very pleased," Zander gave a light shake of his head.

"Well I wasn't aiming to please anyone but myself," Avalon snapped. Zander gave her a look of surprise, as if Stella had never done such a thing. "I don't want to get married."

That one was for her and and Stella.

Zander let go of her hands, seemingly irritated. "This marriage is to solidify our divided kingdoms, Stella. I thought we went over this."

Avalon narrowed her eyes at the man. "I get the feeling you discussed, and Stella listened."

"Well, Stella should remember all the benefits this marriage is gonna bring."

"To everyone else but her - me!" Avalon exclaimed. "There has to be other ways to unite kingdoms. This is like...medieval talk. No one should be married against their will."

"You're acting as if I would be the worst husband," Zander now angrily declared.

"Maybe you could be, or maybe you wouldn't. All I know is that you are not the man I want to marry." Avalon looked down at her gown and rolled her eyes. "Even if this could be a perfect princess story. It's wicked and outrageous."

Zander looked like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He started pacing back and forth, his voice growing angrier and impatient. "You have no right to insult me that way. I've done nothing but be thoughtful and patient with you-"

"Patient?" Avalon was quick to scoff, once more surprising him. "This doesn't sound very patient to me. It sounds like you just expect me to swoon over a couple of gestures that weren't even genuine. I've got news for you fancy boy, I won't marry you and there is nothing you can do about it."

Zander's face went entirely red after that. But Avalon didn't exactly stick around to see what happened next. She hastily walked down the garden into the palace. Unfortunately for her, Zander wasn't the kind of man who let things go.

"Stella! We are not finished discussing this!" he repeatedly shouted at her, yet she kept going without a single glance back.

"But I am, so leave me alone!" She called back, making a quick turn down an intersection of hallways. Soon as she did, something latched onto her arm and pulled her into a closet room. "Amy!" Avalon was so relieved to see her real ginger friend with her.

Amy put a finger to her own mouth as she hurriedly locked the door. They both heard Zander passing by, angry as ever. When Amy sighed Avalon knew the danger had passed.

"I am so happy to see you!" Avalon hugged her. "You've no idea what kind of hell this is!"

"Playing princess?" Amy raised an eyebrow. "That must be a hard job to do."

"You would think but no. This is a shitty palace I mean look!" Avalon rubbed some makeup off from her cheek to reveal a purple mark. "Mother dearest - the Queen - did that to me for talking back!"

"Oh wow…"

"And that husband-to-be is a lifetime jerk! I want to leave now!"

Amy turned back for the door and unlocked it. "Doctor's working on it." She opened the door a smidge to peer out.

"Where is he? And Rory?" Avalon waited for Amy to give her the okay sign. "And how'd you get in?"

Amy motioned to be followed. "They're out trying to find you too. We snuck in as the help and then split up to find you."

"How'd you know it was even me, though?" Avalon suddenly thought, motioning to the face area.

"I was there when you were knocked out, remember?" Amy gave her a look. "I was the first to see you as Stella."

They stuck to one part of an empty hallway so Amy could phone Rory. Meanwhile, Avalon would keep watch. Eventually, the two gingers hurried upstairs to Stella's bedroom where the others would be waiting.

"Now show of your snobby fiance," Amy joked and opened the bedroom door for Avalon.

"Quiet," she snapped.

Amy walked in behind and closed the door with lock.

"Avalon!" Rory rushed to hug the woman first. Despite she looking like Stella, he knew exactly who she was for real.

"It's Mother!" the Sapling beamed and rushed to hug Avalon next.

"So you guys know it's really me too?" Avalon inquired, hugging back.

"We heard rumors from the other employees the princess was unusually snappy this afternoon. We figured it had to be you," the Doctor shrugged.

Avalon rolled her eyes. "Oh, ha, ha. Thank you for coming for me, Fairy Tale Man." She moved on to hug him next and tightly.

Hugging her back, the Doctor smiled. "Did you doubt I would?"

"Weeeell…" Avalon laughed and back away.

"First thing's first," Amy marched up to them, "Doctor, get that face off her already."

"Yes, it would be much better to see Mother's real face," the Sapling nodded.

"Can you really do that, Doctor?" Avalon almost put her hands together to beg him to do it right there.

"Sorta," the Doctor reached for his screwdriver inside his jacket. He pointed it directly at her and activated it. Seconds later, Stella's face disappeared leaving Avalon's true face behind.

He pressed around more controls on the screwdriver before pointing it at her again. This time, the Sapling, Rory and Amy could see Avalon again. One more time would have Avalon left puzzled until the Doctor brought her up to the vanity mirror.

"My face! I can see my face again!" She cried happily, touching her cheeks.

"I can't do the same for the others though," the Doctor explained, quickly getting all eyes and ears on him. "The Amethysts are a different more reserved species and I don't have the frequency to change their optic nerve vision again."

"Okay, and what does that mean?" Rory cane up to the two.

"It means we can take her off this planet but everyone else in the world will keep seeing her as Princess Stella Clarke."

"So what do we do?" Avalon quietly asked, no longer looking so excited. Leaving was not an option for the moment.

"We have to find the frequency used for this planet. And the way to do that is by searching for the palace's engineer room."

"How long could that take?" Amy raised an eyebrow.

"Couple hours...maybe…" the Doctor regretted to say, for Avalon's fear had resurfaced on her face.

"N-n-n-n-no, it can't take that long!" She shook her head, growing frantic. "The wedding is at seven!"

"That gives us two hours," the Doctor tried being optimistic for her but it didn't work.

"But what if you don't find it? Doctor this guy Stella's supposed to marry is a jerk! I've no doubt he only sees Stella as some object he'll be owning in a couple hours. Don't let me marry him, please."

"Listen," he placed his hands on her shoulders, "Right now Rory, the Sapling, Amy and me are going to start searching this palace for that room and nothing - absolutely nothing - is going to stop us from finding it. In the meantime, you just be a princess. I promise you that you will not marry him, okay?"

Avalon slowly nodded, quietly answering, "Okay."

Rory eyed the two's proximity and immediately disagreed with it. He cleared his throat and reached for the Doctor's arm. "We should get going, then."

The Doctor understood Rory's meaning and let go of Avalon completely. He even took a couple steps away from her, something that didn't go unnoticed by Amy. Avalon was still dwelling on her situation.

"We'll be back, Ava," Rory kindly assured. "Trust us."

With nothing else to do, Avalon nodded. The group split up again afterwards. The remaining trio slipped into an empty room nearby to discuss their next move.

"Do you actually have a plan?" Amy inquired.

"It would be good to know it in case we get split up," the Sapling said.

"Right, working on it..." the Doctor said.

"Doctor, do you have a plan?" Amy asked him again, giving him a look that warned him he better answer.

"No, but let's not tell Avalon that," the Doctor warned and ignored her rolling her eyes. "What we need to do is find the control room in this place. We find that, we can knock down practically any signal no matter how small."

"Why don't we just try finding Stella?" Rory asked, thinking it'd be an easier task.

"Because finding one woman in the entire universe is a bit tricky, Rory," the Doctor sarcastically responded. "I'm gonna try to find the room I know know is in this palace."

Rory resolved mentally it really was the best option. "Alright , so how do we find the room?"

"Yeah, can't you use your sonic or something?" Amy had remained by the bedroom door in case anyone tried getting in.

"I don't have anything for the Amethysts," the Doctor reminded. "It's basically trial and error."

"Right then, we better get started," Amy pulled open the door and motioned the men to follow her out.

Amy was tasked to find the engine room downstairs first. They hoped it would perhaps be in some sort of underground room. Rory was tasked with the middle level, the idea being the engine room could be in a simple, regular room somewhere there. And finally, the Doctor and the Sapling took the higher rooms in the chance the engine room was located in one of the towers in the palace.

This left Avalon to continue the pretense of being the engaged princess. The more she got to know her husband-to-be, the more terrified she was for the wedding. She already disliked the situation of wearing someone else's face, now add on the fact she was marrying a shitty prince.

"What if I don't get married?" She asked desperately to one of the women doing her hair. Even as the woman giggled, Avalon insisted on getting her answer. "What if...what if the kingdoms make some sort of treaty instead?"

"Princess Stella, your marriage is the treaty," the woman finally said.

"But that's so unfair!" Neither women doing her hair made a response afterwards. Avalon bit her lip and stared at her reflection in the mirror. "I'm not getting married," she mumbled.

The door of the bedroom opened up and in came Stella's cousin, Isabel, already dressed for the occasion. Her baby pink, silk dress swayed as she walked for the vanity desk. "You are looking gorgeous," she remarked cheery.

Avalon failed to show the same emotion back. It was hard accepting a compliment about appearances when she knew Isabel was seeing Stella instead of Avalon.

"I'm having your dress brought up as we speak," Isabel said distractedly, much more focused on the hair work instead.

The blonde woman working settled a silver pin embroidered with purple stones in Avalon's more-curled hair. Avalon flinched as it pulled a couple strands of her hair but said nothing about it.

"Voila!" Isabel said enthusiastically, clapping her hands afterwards. "Have I mentioned you look gorgeous?"

Avalon looked away from the mirror, turning sideways on her chair. "Yes," she answered softly.

Isabel's smile faded. Silently, she shooed the two stylists out of the room before speaking to Avalon. "Stella, don't tell me you're still upset about this marriage."

"It's only a marriage I'm being forced into without zero chance of love - why should I be upset?" Avalon looked up bearing a look of utter deception.

"But Zander is a good man-"

"No he's not. If I know anything it's that he is not what a husband should be. Apart from not loving him, he is rude, he is insulting. He thinks of me as a possession he's about to own. Why would you force me into this?"

It seemed like Avalon's words had made some effect on Isabel, but the woman cleared it off by simply saying, "I'm not the one forcing you."

"I know," Avalon mumbled and turned back to the mirror.

Isabel stared at her for another moment before announcing she would go check on her wedding dress. Avalon was left alone to wallow in her sadness for a couple minutes before Isabel returned holding the most beautiful, purple-gemmed, white wedding dress in her arms. Avalon could not lie and say she hated the dress. As she was helped into it she discovered it was in a ballroom style complete with an off-the-shoulder model and long-sleeved laced sleeves. The purple gems were patterned off as flowers.

"There," Isabel gently fixed the veil under the silver pin on Avalon's hair. She leaned down beside Avalon's chair to see the reflection and smiled widely. "Wow! Am I right?"

Avalon leaned forwards, barely grazing her cheek. "Wow…" she whispered. There were so many things running through her mind but not one thought was one that wouldn't make her cry.

"I'll be back," Isabel straightened, "I'm going to see if everything's ready downstairs."

When the door was shut Avalon stifled a sob and covered it with a trembling hand. She did not want to get married, not this way. Someone opened the door and she gasped thinking it was someone from Stella. She relaxed only slightly when she saw it was the Doctor but her tears only welled in her eyes as he looked at her.

"Wow…" he came up with after deciding his mind wouldn't be able to come up with something better suited for her appearance. She looked beautiful in the wedding dress - a complete princess. Of course, a princess shouldn't be crying on her in wedding day. That had to be against the rules.

"I'm getting married in thirty minutes," Avalon barely kept it together when she spoke. "Doctor, please help me, please. I am properly scared here."

The Doctor snapped out of his stupor remembering the time was ticking by and she needed his help. He hurried up to her, firstly taking her into a hug. He rarely saw Avalon scared and he decided that he couldn't take knowing she was in fear. He had to do something, no matter what it was. "We're coming up with something, I promise you."

"You still haven't found the room, have you?" She pulled away to look up at him.

"It's a big palace...and a guarded one…"

"Oh my God I'm getting married!" Avalon nearly lost it with the next sob that threatened to come out. "I didn't think the worst thing that could happen to me, while travelling with you, was getting married! I'm gonna end up getting married to some jerk!"

"H-h-hey-" the Doctor cupped her face, "-I am not gonna let that happen. You are getting that fantasy wedding when the time is right, and it's not today. I'm getting you out."

"How?" Avalon was in between tears. She blinked fast to keep them from blurring her vision.

"I'm coming up with something, you watch. It's probably going to involve a lot of running…"

"I hope it does," Avalon tried to smile like he was. "Back to the TARDIS?"

"All the way back to the TARDIS," he agreed, giving her neatly-made hair a kiss. "You'll be fine," he promised and began to backtrack. "Fine."

Avalon repeated the word like a safe guard and watched him leave the room. She swallowed hard and turned back to the mirror, the tears unable to stop themselves from falling down her cheeks.

~ 0 ~

This was never the vision she had for her wedding day. Avalon wasn't sure what was going on as different people came by to set her in a specific position for when the large, beige double-doors would open. Her heart beat wildly within her chest as she heard the director of the procession call out every minute how much time they had left. The Doctor was nowhere to be seen, and thus this 'plan' of his was much more obscure.

"Cheer up already, Stella," came Isabella who gingerly tapped at Avalon's cheek to clear off some of the makeup Avalon had worn off from tears. "The ceremony will be beautiful and you will be a beautiful wife."

"Do you honestly believe that?" Avalon asked with a deadly tint in her tone. Isabella gave her a crazed look but Avalon went on before she could say anything back. "Do you honestly believe that I could be happy when I have done nothing but sob because of this wedding?"

Isabella opened her mouth and closed it various times, seemingly unable to come up with a good answer. "I-I don't…" she forced herself to smile in a ditzy manner, "Stella, you will be beautiful," she said instead and made a hasty departure like she was afraid Avalon would continue this awkward conversation.

When she heard the church bells toll above, Avalon swore her legs became like pudding. It was difficult to remain standing as the double-doors began to open. Her hands gripped the bouquet so tightly she could feel some of the leftover thorns poking through her skin. But it was nothing to her at the moment.

Someone behind carefully pulled over Avalon's veil to cover her face.

When she saw everyone inside the church standing and waiting for her go in, Avalon forced herself to walk in that direction and not run away like she was envisioning. She could barely see anything in front of her, but she could feel the boring eyes from the guests. She swore she had never seen such a long aisle to walk down.

The choir was traditionally giving the song of all marriages, and while Avalon could see no such priest, she could clearly see the figure of her husband-to-be, Zander, expectantly waiting for her at the altar. She felt like a robot doing the instructions left behind with her as she came to a stop at the altar and automatically gave her hand to Zander. As she stepped onto the small platform meant for them two, she heard the priest coming towards them.

Zander carefully lifted her veil - revealing Stella's face for him - and rested it over Avalon's ginger locks.

"Please remain standing," went the priest.

Avalon's eyes widened instantly after hearing him. She snapped her head in his direction and could have practically laughed to tears of joy when she saw Rory standing there. Rory gave her a meaningful look, one that told her everything would be alright now.

"Today is a celebration," began Rory, surprising Avalon with this sudden knowledge of priest skills. "A celebration of love, of commitment, of family, and of two people who are in it for forever." He took a long pause that left much of the crowd questioning his action. Suddenly, he pulled off the minister collar and let it drop to the floor while speaking, in a very bored manner. "Unfortunately this is one ceremony that doesn't follow any of these requirements. And I would know."

There were several gasps in the crowd, confused ones as well.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" snapped Zander.

Rory flat out ignored him to hurriedly give someone else an instruction. "Avalon put your veil back on - quick!"

"What!?" She blinked, her hands instinctively dropping her bouquet and reaching for her veil.

"Just do it!"

"Who's 'Avalon'?" Zander barely had time to process when two things happened right afterwards.

Avalon pulled her veil just as she had been instructed to when the emergency sprinklers in the ceiling began to spur water down. "What's - what's going on!?" Avalon turned around to see Rory using a jacket to cover his head.

"RUN!" he shouted and she quickly went to do it. She'd only made it two steps away from the altar when several soldiers burst into the room with aimed guns at them.

"Stop!" one of them shouted before shooting towards Rory.

Rory ducked and turned back for Avalon, the latter momentarily frozen in her shock of what was happening. "We gotta go!" he told her and made both of them duck as the soldiers shot again.

"I don't-I don't understand what's going on!" cried the poor ginger as she began to see the entire guests, and Zander, dropping to the floor unconscious.

A door behind them, from the altar, opened up to reveal the Doctor and Amy coming inside with hoods over their heads. They each held what looked like guns but Avalon was willing to bet they were stunt guns. The Sapling, however, came running behind them with nothing to protect himself. He seemed immune.

"They're blocking the entrances!" Rory told the Doctor as they gathered at the altar. While the soldiers who arrived first had been knocked out by the water - as Avalon assumed this was the reason everyone was falling - later soldiers were staying by the threshold where they could continue to shoot.

"Then we make one!" Avalon cocked her gun at the nearest color-stained window on their far right.

"That's a stunt gun, we're gonna need something better," the Doctor lowered it and inadvertently ducked when he saw one of the guns' shots heading his way.

"I got it!" the Sapling excitedly announced and thrust his branch arms forwards. Both arms extended towards the color-stained window and smashed through it.

"Alright, Sapling!" Avalon cheered for her tree son and hugged him on the side.

"Careful with your veil!" the Doctor quickly warned. "The water can't touch your eyes or you'll fall asleep!"

"Let's just go!" Amy made a motion towards the smashed window.

The group made a run for it and did their best to avoid the guards' shootings. Avalon had to grab the sides of her dress in order to run a bit easier, but it turned out the gems on the dress were heavier than she thought. "OW!" she clapped one of her hands to her mildly injured arm - a bullet had grazed it.

"Mother!" the Sapling growled at the soldier who had hurt Avalon.

"Oh no!" the Doctor saw exactly what was going to happen and ran for the two. They certainly didn't need a repeat of the Sapling going full tree-monster right now. "Sapling, go right now!"

"But Mother-"

"-I will take care of her! You go follow Amy and Rory!"

The Sapling almost sounded like he had huffed as Avalon would, but he obeyed and rushed towards the open window. Meanwhile, the Doctor ran to Avalon to get her moving again.

"He shot me!" Avalon glared back at the soldiers, completely outraged. "He actually shot me!"

"Yes, yes, I know! Now let's go!" the Doctor grabbed her by her uninjured arm and headed for the window.

"I want to get him back!"

"So not the time!"

"Where are we going!?" Avalon panted for breath as they came to a momentary stop in the middle of the hallway.

"The TARDIS, it's that way!" the Doctor pointed to the next coming hallway, on the right. "We gotta get there and fast!"

A bullet rang and all of them instinctively ducked, flinching when a nearby vase shattered.

"Let's go!" Amy nodded and began to run with Rory right behind her.

"I can't - I can't run anymore!" Avalon complained as she felt her dress getting caught in her shoes as she ran. She yelped when she nearly slipped after making a turn into the new hallway.

"Maybe I can just grow a little bit and scare them?" The Sapling thought his idea was really good, but the Doctor fervently shook his head at him.

"No!"

"Dammit!"

The Doctor shot the Sapling a gaping glance. "Definitely your tree son, Avalon!"

Avalon gaped at him now. "Oh shut up!"

"Run faster!"

"My dress-" Avalon pulled her dress while the other hand tried accommodating her veil again that had fallen from her running, "-it's not letting me!"

"C'mon, Donna was good at this!"

"Who the hell is Donna!?"

The Doctor loudly groaned and stopped. She yelped when he swiftly picked her up in a bridal style. With her arms secured around his neck, the Doctor bolted into another run, this time determined to go all the way without another stop.

The TARDIS had never looked so beautiful to the travelers. It stood inside a small supply closet and was automatically unlocked when Amy hurriedly came up to it first. She opened the door and was pushed inside by Rory. He then ushered the Sapling in as well and looked back to see where the Doctor and Avalon were. He was a bit concerned that he didn't see them in the beginning.

"Rory!" Amy called from inside, coming back to the threshold where she grabbed his arm. "Let's go!"

"But Avalon-"

"She's with the Doctor-" she looked up and indeed saw the Doctor coming with Avalon, although in a peculiar position (that Rory most certainly disagreed with), "-now c'mon!" she yanked Rory inside the box.

Avalon yelped each time a bullet went off and thanked the stars the Doctor was a master at dodging bullets. Thankfully, the Doctor made a swift run into the TARDIS. The doors shut immediately after them.

"Here," the Doctor set Avalon down near the console so that he could finally get them out of there. They could hear the bullets growing closer but within the next minute everything went silent!

"And that ladies and gentlemen is why I am not into royalty," Amy dropped into the chair beside the console with a loud sigh of relief. She brought a hand to her forehead and rested.

"Avalon, you're hurt," Rory quickly went to inspect her grazed arm that, while no bullet had been lodged, was bleeding.

"It's fine, Rory," she assured with a genuine smile before surprising him with a gun. "Oh, you have no idea how relieved I was to see you were the priest!"

"Looked funny, didn't he?" Amy smirked from her seat. "Kept telling him he looked like a dork!"

"Oh but he was my saving dork!" Avalon planted a kiss on Rory's cheek then went to hug Amy as well. "Thank you!" she grabbed the Sapling next. "And thank you!" she then turned to the Doctor. "But you - you took longer!"

"I know," he sighed but was surprised to find he also was getting a hug.

"But in time to save me as usual! Thank you!" Like with Rory, she planted a kiss on his cheek. With a sigh, she withdrew - wearing a blush she would not admit to - and expectantly looked at him. "So, my face, how do we fix that?"

The Doctor smirked, making a round on the console while inputting new coordinates. "I have a source that says there's an antidote within the black market."

"You know the black market?" Avalon's eyes widened with surprised.

"I know everything-" but Avalon scoffed at that statement, making the Doctor roll his eyes. "I do. And I got word they have it there. I'll get it for you in a bit."

"Okay," Avalon said, pretending to give him a warning pointed finger at him. "I'm gonna go get out of this stupid dress."

"Aw, but it's actually pretty," Amy began to examine the gown that had miraculously remained untorn. "Hell, you even got carried like a bride in it." She winked and made both Avalon and the Doctor go bright red again. "You got the whole wedding and the kid! You guys work fast!"

Rory looked at the two in question and shook his head, urgently moving the subject along. "Don't be ridiculous, Amy, it meant nothing. C'mon Avalon," he walked up to his ginger friend, "We need to get you cleaned up from that wound."

Avalon nodded her head. "Okay." But before she and he left, she called to the Doctor, "Will you bring me the antidote when you get it?"

"Of course," the Doctor assured.

"I'll be waiting then," she gave a half smile but was promptly pulled into the corridor by Rory.

The Doctor coughed awkwardly and returned to the new destination he now had. Amy silently looked at him and then to where Rory and Amy had been, while also throwing in the day's odd behavior between the trio. "Sapling, why don't you go make that hot chocolate Avalon likes?"

"I can use the stove!?" the Sapling blinked.

"Er...maybe let the TARDIS do the stove," Amy ushered the tree child into the hallway. Okay," she turned to the Doctor, "You want to tell me why you and Rory suddenly have this new tension?"

"Tension?" the Doctor looked at her oddly. "What tension?"

"About Avalon," Amy said as a hunch and smirked when the Doctor quickly dove back to the console. "Oh it's so about Avalon, isn't it? Course it is. My husband's so overprotective of our single friend Avalon. Care to tell me what he said?"

"Nothing important," the Doctor mumbled.

"But he did say something - aha!" Amy exclaimed triumphantly.

The Doctor sighed and looked up to face her, completely serious. "Yes, Rory and I did have a talk about Avalon, an he didn't say anything that wasn't true. That's it."

Amy scoffed. "Be more specific, will yah?" She inched closer to him, gently nudging him with a smirk. "You like her, don't you?" The Doctor refused to look up from the controls. "C'mon," Amy nudged him again, "It's just us. You like the girl from five minutes ago." She quietly laughed. "I can't believe it. Do you know Avalon's had a crush on you since we were seven?" The Doctor's head snapped up to meet her eyes, allowing Amy to see the disbelief in his own. "You didn't know?" She had to laugh again then. "You were a story for her ever since she was born. The hero coming to save the people in need? Honestly, how could she resist? So whatever Rory told you, throw that out the window, Raggedy Man, because Avalon is the only one who can make a decision."

There was the tiniest of smiles on the Doctor's lips for a minute that Amy was glad to see. But then he shook his head and moved away from her, once more pretending to be working on the console. "Rory's right. And that's my final word."

"When does Avalon's 'final word' get to come in, then?" challenged Amy who then heard him sigh. "Instead of making decisions behind her back, talk to her and see what she thinks, and that's exactly what I'm telling Rory too." With that, she walked down the console platform and headed for the corridors.

~ 0 ~

In a silk, pink robe Avalon stood at the end of her bed, intently staring down at the wedding dress she had placed on it, along with the veil. After getting properly patched up by Rory and showering, she felt it was time to get rid of Stella's dress.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it yet.

There was a soft knock on her bedroom that turned her attention away from it - momentarily.

"Come in," she said, sincerely hoping it was her antidote coming. She beamed with delight when the Doctor walked in holding a small vial of golden liquid in his hand. "Is that…?"

"Your antidote, Miss Reynolds," he walked up to her and held the tube.

"Oh my god," she sighed with such relief as she took the tube into her hands.

"Just drink that and no more will you be Princess Stella."

She didn't have to think a moment more. She tore off the cap, chucking it to the side, and drowned the entire liquid down her throat.

"Wow," the Doctor blinked.

"I'm a professional drinker," Avalon laughed and walked to put the glass on her vanity desk.

The Doctor smiled at her then noticed the wedding dress still on her bed. Avalon turned around and saw where his attention had drifted to.

"You know-" she began walking back to him, "-when I was little I used to dream of the perfect wedding day with the perfect wedding dress and husband. Never in my life did I think that the first wedding dress I would wear would be for a ceremony like this."

"Avalon, I'm really sorry about that," sighed the Doctor, running a hand through his hair. He tried his very best to keep her safe and it never worked. "I should have just given you that water to to help you rest and-"

"I wanted to go, Doctor. How were we going to know some crazy princess was going to switch faces with me?" Avalon laughed. "Even you can't see that. Can you?"

"No," he admitted.

Avalon leaned towards the dress, passing a hand down it. "I have to admit that this crazy day made me think about my actual wedding. Would I still get to have one?"

"Wh-why wouldn't you…?" the Doctor asked, suddenly nervous.

She threw him a smirk. "Have you met me, Doctor? You know what people in Leadworth thought of me, I think it's safe to say that no man in that town is going to be marrying me. Do aliens have a rule against marrying a human?"

"What!?" the Doctor nearly choked.

"You know, in case I were to meet someone," she said, eyeing his strange behavior.

"I think you are going to find someone that actually deserves you," he cleverly came up with.

She sighed and looked down at the dress again. "I sincerely doubt that." Her eyes flickered to the side where he couldn't see her true meaning. "I foresee that...it might be difficult - if not impossible - to marry someone I would like. I'm not exactly deserving."

"You know that's not true," the Doctor said back.

"Is it?" she looked at him inquisitively. "Because maybe I've already met that person...somewhere along the way...but he's so...different." She walked up to him, her eyes never leaving his. "And he's...he's great, he's so great that I...I don't think I could match up to him. Could I truly say that I deserve him?"

The Doctor felt his breath leave his exhaustive lungs with that intent stare on him. He had to put all his will and bravery into it before he lost it. "I think-" he put his hands on her arms, "-that anyone who could catch your eye should consider himself the luckiest man alive." He moved one hand to brush a ginger lock from her face, eyes locked on hers to not see her growing smile. "And one day, you will have the wedding of your dreams with the man that actually deserves you. I think...he will be one fantastic...human...man."

Avalon's smile faded from her lips.

Upholding a soft smile just to pass through, the Doctor kissed her hair and backtracked. "I'll leave you to rest."

Avalon didn't say a word when he walked out. Her eyes, mildly with tears, flickered to the wedding dress on the bed.

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