#sometimes i think of the ‘she was his queen and god help whoever disrespected his queen’ quote when thinkin bout them

[whaliiwatching]

her throne is his lap

[justcallmenikki7]

BTS Reaction To: Your Boyfriend’s Alter is triggered by Jealousy

Summary: your boyfriend gets jealous, which triggers his alter ego.

Request: Can you do a SplitPersonality!au and mafia au were they are jealous because someone is hitting on their girlfriend?💗

Warnings: angst (especially in Jimin’s), fluff, smuttish? (only in Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s), splitpersonality!au, mafia au (so you know what comes with that).

Notes: life has been so hectic for me that I have barely any time to write, and it also has caused me writers block and I hate this stuff.

Note pt.2: I hate this title and couldn’t think of a good one.

Seokjin (Jin):

Seokjin was invited to a ball that was being thrown by one his gangs allies. Your boyfriend could not say no due to wanting to make allies with an upcoming gang, the intention of having more allies and future back up if something happens. Of course, your boyfriend was going to bring you along with him, wanting his companion with him. Seokjin always loved having you by his side, wanting to show you off and have people also see you as his equal, because you are his equal. With that, Seokjin also loved having you as his company, and he always has said that you make things a lot more bearable.

But sometimes, Seokjin regrets bringing you along because you always track unwanted attention from males. And this brings his alter ego, Jin, to the front.

You did not recognize the shift between Seokjin and Jin as you stood and talked with one of the upcoming gangs’ member. The both of you connected easily when you saw his wrist tattoo, which was a heartbeat tattoo that goes through a dove, something that raised your curiosity. You asked him what it meant, and he told you that it was the last beat of his mother’s heart and the dove was a symbol for his mom. This made you feel a little emotional, the meaning of his tattoo was something so beautiful in your opinion. After voicing your thoughts on the tattoo, the both of you began talking about other tattoos that you both. You also learned his name, which is Choi San.

Never would you think that this kind of interaction would trigger your boyfriends alter ego. But when you felt an arm slip around your waist, pulling you back into their chest, you knew that Jin was fronting. The scared look on the male’s face, you knew that he put two and two together, realizing that he was speaking to the deadliest mafia leader’s future fiancé. Wanting to spare a life, you turned around in your boyfriends’ arms.

Placing your hands on his cheeks, you caressed his cheeks. “Love, Choi San and I were talking about our tattoos, there was no harm done.” You began to explain in a soothing tone, “I showed him our matching ring finger tattoo.” You added, wanting him to know that you made it clear that you were taken.

This information made Jin relax, but not enough to allow Seokjin to front again. Focusing his attention on Choi San, he gave a deadly glare, “You’re lucky that she was here,” and with that, he dragged you back to your guys seat, wanting your full attention.

Yoongi (Suga):

In both Yoongi’s and Suga’s eyes, they view you as perfect. Anything that you do they think that no one can beat you in whatever you do. You could have drawn the worst picture ever and have it compared to a better one, and they would still think that yours is better by placing their opinions and pointing out things that the other one did not have. But they both agree on something – you are very oblivious. This can be both a good and a bad thing.

And right now, your obliviousness is bad – to the point where Suga was triggered.

Suga was standing against the hallway wall that led to his office, a hard glare on his face and his arms crossed, watching one of the newbies try and flirt with you. He trusted you, knowing that you would never allow something to go to far. But the person that he sadly does not trust at the moment was one of his men. Rolling his eyes at the cheeky compliment he gave you, he decided that he needed put an end to this conversation. Walking over to you lazily, he noticed that the newbie became aware of his presence, quickly bowing to him. Sliding his arm across your shoulder, pulling you against him, Suga gave a fake, tight lip grin.

“So, I see that you have met my girlfriend,” Suga emphasized ‘my,’ enjoying the newbies reaction, “if I were you, consider yourself lucky that I am not planning on killing you because you are a good asset to my gang. But if you weren’t, well …” Suga trailed off, a deadly smirk on his face.

“I am so sorry, Min Yoongi-ssi and Miss. Y/N.” He apologized before running off.

Suga looked down at you, meeting your glare. “What?” He asked, a frown on his face.

“You know what, Suga, and Yoongi,” you began, “Now, I want you apologize to him whenever you see him next or else, you’re going to sleep on the couch.” Was all you said before walking off to his office.

“No! Baby, wait!”

A smirk made its way onto your face as you heard him call out for you.

Hoseok (J-Hope):

Truthfully, Hoseok cannot control when J-Hope wants to make himself present. Hoseok always apologizes whenever J-Hope all of the sudden fronts whenever something becomes too stressful, hating that he cannot be mentally strong enough to control his emotions. This results in you comforting your boyfriend, telling him that J-Hope is there to make sure that nothing bad happens to him, because it is the truth. The reason why J-Hope was created, basically, is to help Hoseok cope with things.

But the one thing that makes both you and Hoseok worry is when Hoseok becomes insecure, or, jealous.

“God help anyone who disrespects his Queen,” was something Jungkook said one day when he saw Hoseok once again, worship the ground you walked on.

When you felt that possessive arm slip around your waist, and the harsh pull into a firm chest, and dark chuckle sound above you, you knew that this rookie will have a 50/50 chance of seeing tomorrow. You hate having this assumption, but it is the truth when it comes to J-Hope. The trauma that Hoseok lived through, and the reason why J-hope was created to protect him. But ever since you became apart of their lives, that protection stretches to you. So, whoever messes with you and Hoseok, they have to the deadly wrath of J-Hope.

You were knocked out of your thoughts when J-Hope began to mimic the rookie, “’I-I,’ what? Can’t talk?” J-Hope pouted mockingly, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Hope, stop it.” You demanded, looking up at your boyfriend, receiving a shocked look from both the rookie and your boyfriend. Turning to look at the rookie, you gave him what you hope was a comforting, reassuring, smile. “You can go.”

“T-Thank y-you, Noona.” He bowed to you and then your boyfriend before leaving you both. You noticed that he peed his pants, something that shocked you. You knew that your boyfriend was scary, but my gosh you did not think he was that scary. Upset at this knowledge, you gripped your boyfriends’ hand and began to drag him to a private area to give a huge ass talk.

And to say that J-Hope was shocked by your talk would be an understatement, because by the end of it the talk, J-Hope cannot deny that he has a strong leader to stand beside him in this dangerous world. And was also surprised to admit that there would be, for once, no killing on his part. And the rookie was also surprised to wake up not dead.

Namjoon (RM):

Namjoon is secretly a sensitive person who loves to be cuddled and have every ounce of attention that you can give him. Yes, his intimidating mafia leader vibe he gives out can be hard to believe that he can be very sensitive. You were shocked when you found this out because you were always met with his confident persona, not his sensitive persona. Not that it was a bad thing, it was just new to you.

But you were not shocked when you found out that he is a very, in hopeful good words, possessive. Kim Namjoon is not afraid to admit that he has a possessive, territorial side when it comes to you. When his alter ego is present, this possessiveness is heightened, especially if they are both jealous. One thing is, though, the jealousy and possessiveness is a way to cover up his sensitive side, and the worry that he has that you will leave him (them).

That is why the moment Namjoon, later finding out that it is RM, pulled you away from the conversation that you were having with his ally, you were not surprised to find out that it was from jealousy. You allowed your boyfriend to go through his process of jealousy, which is demanding to know what you were talking about, why you were talking about such thing, ask you if said person made you uncomfortable or force you to talk to them, and then apologize when your answers added up to be non-threatening.

“Are you sure it was a consensual conversation?” RM asked one last time, wanting the confirmation.

“Yes, love, everything was okay.” You smiled up at him, leaning up to give him a comforting kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” your boyfriend smiled down at you happily. He hugged you close to him, resting his cheek on top of his head. “Are you sure that I do not need to kill him?”

“Yes. I am sure.”

Jimin (Park):

Both Park and Jimin are very insecure. Some would think that a person’s alter would not have almost all of the same insecurities, but your boyfriend was very unique. The thing is, though, is that Park’s insecurities are worse. This makes it to where you always end up in a fight with Park sometimes at three a.m. after getting home from a party or ball because of Park overreacting about a conversation that you are having with a member of his gang.

Once you saw the change in personality of your boyfriend, confirming your suspicion of Park now fronting, you sighed and ended the conversation with his gang member. The sigh did not go unnoticed in Park’s eyes, something that brought him sadness. Biting his lip, he followed your irritated self out of the bar. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife when you both made it closer to the car. You stood irritated at the passenger door, waiting for your boyfriend to unlock the car, something that never came. Turning around, you were met with a conflicted Park Jimin. Instead of the accusations and yelling, something that normally happened when the both of you are stood outside by the car, you were now met with crying – more like sobs from your boyfriend.

“Park?” You asked cautiously, for the first time not knowing who you were talking too.

“It’s Jimin,” your boyfriend answered.

“Jiminie, what’s wrong?” You questioned, worried about your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry that I am a burden. I’m sorry that I cannot handle my insecurities a-and always get jealous and insecure. I’m sorry.” He sobbed, hands gripping his hair tightly. “I can’t lose you.”

Fuck, he’s about to have a panic attack, you thought, knowing that you needed to handle this and help him through his panic attack. You knew that there will be a lot of talking due to his confession. There was a silent agreement on where you both stand on this, that if this keeps on, then one day the line will be drawn and the actual possibility of you wanting to leave can happen.

Taehyung (V):

Taehyung sat in the VIP section, watching you intensely as you laughed with Hoseok. He could feel V pushing to front, but Taehyung tried to fight him off, knowing that the interaction was innocent and that he had nothing to worry about. But for some odd reason, he had a something close to a vision of you and Hoseok being together, and that thought triggered him, allowing V to become present.

To V, the interaction that you were having with one of his close friends was … unacceptable. You were his and Taehyung’s alone. The want to make that present to his close friend had him standing up, posture straight, but also cocky and relaxed.

You, on the other hand, did not notice V become present and headed towards you and Hoseok. But the look on Hoseok’s face told you that something has happened, and before you were able to turn around and see what was going on, you felt a very familiar pair of lips press against the skin of your neck. Gasping at the pleasurable feeling that you felt, you leaned into the touch of your boyfriend, completely forgetting about Hoseok.

You did not notice Hoseok get up from his chair to give you and V privacy, but V did. The smirk that he threw Hoseok did not go unnoticed by said male, making Hoseok blush in both embarrassment from witnessing that and from guilt of getting turned on by such actions. Giving you one more bite to your neck, wanting to create a mark so everyone can see, V pulled away from your neck unwillingly. Your protest was a whimper, wanting your boyfriend to continue his ministrations.

“I know, baby, I know. But I can’t just devour you in front of this whole crowd. I’m the only one who can see you in such ways.”

Jungkook (Jeon):

Jungkook did not complain when his alter, Jeon, wanted to front. The reason why is, is because in these kinds of situations, Jeon is much more confident that Jungkook is. So, leaning back in his chair, he watched you dance with your friends on the dance floor, the feeling of happiness overwhelmed him as he saw how happy you are. Your happiness is what both Jeon and Jungkook want from you. If you are happy, then so are they. He also could not deny how beautiful you look with your hair looking wild, your natural curls cascading down your back freely, genuine smile on display, and beautiful body moving freely to the beat of the music.

“Damn, she’s fucking hot,” an unfamiliar voice admitted to him.

Looking away from you and to the voice, he was met with a younger looking male, possibly a year younger than him. The feeling of jealousy had him shifting in his seat, not liking the admission from this random stranger. Taking a sip from his drink, Jeon nodded in agreement, not being able to deny the truth that the guy stated. But he did not agree on how the random guy said the words, and how he looked at you.

“Yeah,” Jeon nodded, “she is very beautiful,” changing the word into something more positive and polite.

“I wonder how she is in bed,” the guy thought aloud, causing Jeon to squeeze his cup in anger, the urge of wanting to kill this man becoming very close to being realistic.

But knowing that you hate that kind of stuff, Jeon decided to take a different route. “She’s fucking wild,” Jeon stated, smirking when the guy’s face paled in realization, “especially when I have her nails scratching down my back, screaming my name out to the point where she loses her voice.” Taking one last sip before standing up, he turned to look at the still pale faced male, “be careful to who you are talking too,” he winked, turning around to take make his way towards you, a satisfied grin on his face.

[mythologyfolklore]

Ares and Athena through the years - Ch. 18

Chapter Eighteen: The Roman Gods visit and Ares returns

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One day the Olympians were sitting at breakfast, when Iris came in with a piece of papyrus.

“Your Majesty”, she addressed Zeus, “The Italic gods have announced their visit. They will come next month and they're not taking no for an answer.”

Zeus retained his genial smile, but the sky outside grew dark with storm clouds.

“Also”, Iris added, “The sons of Mars have founded Roma – or rather, Romulus did¹. Looks like this new city is populated by fugitive criminals and other refugees. And they're already starting military campaigns to take over the rest of Italy.”

The King of the Gods grit his teeth: “It's only been a few mortal centuries, since Aphrodite's son Aineías arrived in Italy and the gods and mortals there are already getting dangerously ambitious, aren't they?”

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“Iupiter, Iuno and all the others! Welcome to Olympos!”, Zeus welcomed the Italic-now-Roman gods.

“Gratias ago²”, Iupiter replied tonelessly and let one of the servants help him out of his chlamys.

“It's a joy to see you all”, Zeus lied, “I hope you had a nice journey. How are you doing?”

Before Iupiter or one of the others could answer, Mars (Ares' Roman colleague) scoffed: “Don't slip on your slime trail, Olympian!”

The Olympians all were offended and glowered at him.

Iupiter saw himself forced to rein his stepson³ in: “Mars, hold your tongue. We are guests here and you have to be respectful to your host. Besides …”

The leader of the Roman gods whispered something in the war god's ear and Mars smirked.

Iupiter turned back to Zeus: “Do forgive my son's behaviour. He has been so proud of his descendants lately, sometimes he forgets his manners.”

“It's forgiven”, the King of the Olympians lied.

Nothing was forgiven, but no one wanted to start an argument.

Athena fumed at the disrespect towards her father and couldn't help throwing death glares at Mars.

By Khaos, I wish Ares was back!

Over the next hours the atmosphere on Olympos was so tense, you could have cut it with a knife.

Athena was not willing to let go the treatment of Zeus by the Romans.

For her father's sake, she was polite to them, but inside her anger was rising and she was plotting how to kick Mars' sorry arse without breaking the laws of hospitality.

She also really disliked Minerva. Her Roman counterpart seemed to be copying Athena in her mannerisms, while at the same time being pettier and crueller than Athena actually was.

The other Romans were behaving politely, but there was something about them, that put the goddess of wisdom even more on edge than she already was.

Like they were plotting something.

They're getting ambitious, her father had said a month before. And he seemed tense – nervous, even. Zeus was precognitive – whatever they were plotting, he had to know.

What do they want?, Athena wondered.

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After eating and drinking in moderation, their guests announced, that they wanted to discuss international politics.

The Italic-now-Roman gods were given the thrones the Olympians always kept for their foreign guests.

Zeus called not only the Olympians, but every single one of the important gods, even of the Theoi Khthonoi.

Once all gods were assembled, Hermes announced: “Present gods, goddesses and others, both Hellenic and foreign – the council meeting to discuss the future relations between Hellas and Roma is hereby opened! Everybody take their seats!”

Everyone sat, except for Hermes himself, who stood next to his father's throne as his herald.

After Zeus opened the council meeting with his mandatory speech, he asked the Roman gods to elaborate on what they wanted here.

It was Iupiter, who stood and spoke: “Our esteemed colleagues. We are here, because we couldn't help but notice, that there has been a change in your correspondence with us in the last centuries.”

“The tone in your letters to us has changed”, Mars clarified and glared at the Olympians. “You have grown rather condescending. Whoever is doing your correspondence now-”

“That's me”, Athena spoke up.

Mars' eyes narrowed. “You do the correspondence? Where is Ares?”

What he really meant was obvious: a woman was performing the duties of Zeus' heir?

Minerva, who was standing next to Mars, must have heard the underlying statement too and elbowed him slightly.

Athena took a deep breath, before answering: “Ares is not here. As for the correspondence, would you be so kind as to enlighten me what you found so condescending about my responses? I thought I was being nothing but polite and respectful.”

Now it was Roma (the goddess of the newfound city), who replied: “You can't expect a city, that has just been founded to already have a fully developed culture and set of traditions. Each and every one of your letters had that certain tone, which comes from someone who thinks their culture is superior in every way and that everyone else is a bunch of savages.”

Athena started at her. “How dare you! Such an accusation! I would never-”

Mars interrupted her: “We are willing to overlook this, under the condition, that you apologise-”

“What is this?”, Hera shouted suddenly and jumped up. “You just founded one new city (and one composed of criminals and fugitives at that!), the sons of Mars are distant descendants of one of us on their mother's side, you're already in political trouble and yet you act like you're better than anyone else and like everybody should do what you want? We Hellenes might be arrogant, but at least we mind our own business! Athens is inventing democracy, Sparta is a military power, we have great writers already and the Cretans invented ironmaking many centuries ago. While you people-” angrily she pointed at the Roman gods, “-are making your culture by stealing from others, robbed the daughters of other Latin tribes, because you had no female population and you're subduing the gods of the surrounding areas! You haven't even appointed a god of music yet! What do you have to show for your attitude?!”

“Hera, hold your tongue-”, Zeus began, but it was too late.

Mars was already standing up. With a seemingly relaxed grin, he strode up to the Queen of the Olympians, until he stood right in front of her.

Everything about him screamed danger and Athena instinctively went for her sword.

“What we have to show?”, Mars sneered. “The future, Queen. A glorious future. One day, everything from Palmyra to Britannia will belong to us – and us alone. The Mediterranean Sea will be our sea and all nations around it (yours too) will be our provinces. As for our want of a music god, we can easily fix that. For that I will gladly wait a few hundred years. What are a handful centuries to someone, who lives forever, am I right?”

“Don't be so cocky, Mars!”, A new voice spoke up, “Wait a few centuries more than that and your empire will break apart again. That's what empires do – they rise and fall.”

Everyone looked around to see who had spoken.

Athena was the first to spy him and she would rather have cut her tongue off, before admitting that her heart maybe leaped just a little: there, on a column beside the entrance leaned her long-absent half-brother, obviously enjoying how everyone was suddenly staring at him.

Ares smirked: “Ya guys just can't live without me for long, can ya?”

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Aphrodite cried out in delight and immediately glomped her long-absent boyfriend.

Ares chuckled fondly, but wound himself out of her embrace. “I missed ya too, gorgeous, but we gotta postpone it for now. Sorry.”

The goddess of love pouted, but let go.

Zeus stood up to greet his son. “My son! Welcome back! It's so good to have you back again. And your timing is perfect too.”

“I can tell!”, the war god laughed. “I heard about this conference and decided to come back a little earlier. But it's good to be back – even with those guys around”, he added with slightly less warmth and his smile vanished.

Then he walked up to the Roman gods.

“So you call yourselves Roman now. Loki told me, when I was in Asgard. Salve⁴, Iupiter”, he greeted their leader with reserve, before walking down the row. “Salve, Iuno. Minerva and Diana. Venus and Ceres. Mercurius, Neptunus and Vulcanus. Vesta’s stayed home, I see. And you must be Roma – it's a pleasure to finally meet you face to face, I've heard of you.”

Roma replied: “The pleasure is mine. Father told me about you as well.”

“Ah yes. Your father.”

Ares' red eyes grew cold, when he faced his colleague. “So we meet again, Mars. What gives my family and now me the dubious honour?”

“You didn't hear that part, then?”, Mars replied coolly.

“Nope. Just arrived.”

“It was Athena's lack of tact in her correspondence with us.”

“Again”, Athena piped up, “I don't understand what was so tactless about it.”

Ares intervened: “There is a solution to that problem. Come on, everyone …”

He strode across the hall and sat on his throne, which had been vacant for almost 400 mortal years. “Now it's time for politics.”

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Ares was actually positively surprised, when he was told what the matter was.

As it turned out, it had just been a cultural misunderstanding.

“You must understand”, he told the Roman gods. “Athena doesn't mean any harm or offence. She's not naturally tactless or arrogant, but you see … she's a homebody, our goddess of wisdom. She's never left Hellas before, except for the International High Council, during which she never really interacted with foreign gods, except for the Egyptians and the ones of the Middle East. This was the first time she was actually tasked with international affairs and she couldn't know about all the cultural differences. Maybe she assumed, that yours is like ours, because so many of your mortal kind descended from Trojans or Hellenes.”

“I did”, Athena admitted shamefully.

Ares went on: “These things just happen, when you interact with a strange culture for the first time. Remember how I acted during our first meeting? I admit, my own memory is a bit rusty on that one, but didn't I say something about Minerva being a petty little pipsqueak and Mars being a tight-ass, after Mars called me an 'illiterate psychopath'?”

Some of the Roman gods chuckled at the memory.

The war god finished his speech: “But I learned my lesson after interacting with you more and I know Athena will learn hers too. This won't happen again. For this once, cut her some slack and don't begrudge her social awkwardness. She just needs to get out a little more. These cultural miscommunications happen all the time – speaking from experience. After all, I did just come back from a world journey, on which I encountered people I never actually met before. Lots of awkward moments, I can tell you!”

More laughter on the Roman side.

Knowing that the waters were now soothed, Zeus entertained the Roman gods for just a bit longer, before they decided, that all matters were resolved and left Olympos.

After them, the non-Olympian gods also went home.

As soon as the Olympian gates closed behind all of them, Ares sighed in relief.

That was kinda close!

He just about got to finish the thought, before Aphrodite was all over him again and covering his face in kisses. Within seconds the other Olympians were also there and hugging their newly-returned member (except for Athena, Ares noticed – but she did look, like she wanted to).

Dionysos grinned up to his oldest half-brother: “Can we finally celebrate, that you're back? I already have the biggest party in millennia planned out!”

“I can't wait for it!”, Ares laughed. “I missed your parties and your wine, you have no idea!”

Then there was some more chatter and laughter, before Zeus backed off and cleared his throat.

“My dear family”, he began, “After almost four hundred mortal years of absence, my son has finally come home again. So it's only right, that we should celebrate it with all splendour and honour. Ares …”

Alright, maybe the war god got a little misty-eyed, when his father gave him that special warm smile, which he got so rarely to see.

“Welcome home, my dear son.”

And maybe Ares grinned like an idiot, when he gave his father a big hug.

“Thanks, father”, he whispered to the other.

“Blegh! I'm going to puke!”

Shut up, man, I'm having a moment!

The voice in his head shut up and now Ares could finally concentrate on the moment completely.

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1) According to tradition Rome was founded in 753 BCE, this chapter is set around 700 BCE. 2) Latin for "Thanks". 3) Iuno conceived Mars by touching (or eating, depending on the version) a magical flower, upon the advice of the goddess Flora, when she complained about Iupiter conceiving Minerva without a mother. Thus he's not Iupiter's biological son. 4) Latin for "Hello". "Salve" is used, when talking to one person, the plural is "Salvete". Another, usually more formal greeting formula is "Ave" ("Greetings").

[moviestorian]

Queen on Fire - Live at the Bowl 1982 concert (Hot Space Tour) LIVEBLOGGGGGGGG

As promised! :) Initially I was supposed to go directly from Montreal to Wembley, but dear @his-majesty-king-mercury convinced me to do Live at the Bowl before, and I’m glad she did!

Background: The concert is dated at June 5, 1982. As I wrote in the title, it was part of the Hot Space tour and was initially supposed to be played at Arsenal Stadium in Highbury. A day before the gig Freddie had a nasty fight with his then-boyfriend who had bitten him between a thumb and forefinger.

Let’s begin! - ugh Hot Space - but hey, it's gonna be fun! It's Queen, and Queen always puts the bestest live shows! - oh wowzie, this is mah first liveblog since April, long time not seen right? - my pizza's ready, my coffee's ready, my dip is ready - I think I can start watching now - Ooo wow, this concert lasts an hour and 43 minutes? I would die if I had to play on stage for that long - I can already feel the enthusiasm!!! The ENERGYYYY - FLASH AAAAAAHHH AHHHH - they're leaving the plane and look so hella cuuute - oh hi Crystal! oh hi Phoebe! Great to see you all! - gotta say... Freddie's outfit is fabulous. - Brian: plays the guitar and jumps the Crowd: HELL YEAH - I'm only 3 minutes in and my current mood is: fuck the critics whoever trashed Queen and disrespected their music skills - WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU - I love the fast version, slaps 100 times harder than the studio version - Deaky looks awesome in blue, I mean I already noticed that when I watched Rock Montreal, but let me reiterate - It's only been 5 minutes but let me tell you...not enough zooms for Roger - Freddie's in a good shape and form... not that I'm surprised - ROGER - cute red little scarf on mah boi's neck - THE FIRST FREDDIE AND ROG INTERACTIONS, I LIVE, I'M HAPPY - "hello everybody" "hey hey hey" good time to miss Freddie - Action This Time... Anyone surprised that it sounds better live than on the album? - ROGER'S VOCALS HOTDAMN - Brian's hair is floofy as usual... why am I acting like it's an unusual thing - I really really miss hearing Freddie and Roger together... POWER DUO - the synths get introduced... I neither love nor hate it tbh - okay not Queen related but the pizza is not bad, for a frozen one - Freddie, you feeling too hot for that jacket? And you Deaky, too? Get undressed, babes, I certainly don't mind - Play the Game! I love this song... Also Freddie playing on a piano is a blessing to us all - He really puts his soul into this one... Bless this man - Brian's backing vocals always sound so soft... My tenor angel - THANK FRICKING GOD THE SYNTHS IN THE BACKGROUND ARE BARELY AUDIBLE - LOL FREDDIE - he put a towel on his head I'm XDDDD what a legend - this and the famous plastic bag is a thrilling saga - AAAAA YOOOO - LMAO at Freddie throwing his...water?beer? at the audience - *Hot Space apologist speech* :P - we're at the funky part, I guess... - Brian and John's synchronized movements :)))) - ah okay it's Staying Power... I forgot what the song sounds like - Roger in black... I'm swooning - Roger has a nice closeup view on Freddie's butt, I mean back :D - This is not bad, but I'm gonna bet that I'll forget what this song sounds like again in less than two hours - John's haircut is cute and adorbs :D - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - Somebody to Love!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The intro...sounds so sublime, soft, and raw at the same time - I love that it sounds slightly different, depending on the concert - This is really emotional... We shall see how it goes, but so far it surpasses even the god tier Montreal version! - Forgive me for not saying too much now... I'm fully sunk in the sheer beauty of this sincere performance - Love Roger's drumming and the crowd clapping to the beat! - "I like it" ME TOO FREDDIE - I wish we could hear Roger a tiny bit better! I love the crescendo part - That was beautiful :') - Now I'm Here!!!! asjgashasashjgas - I love it when they perform it at higher speed - The jumping crowd fairly represents what my brain cells currently look like - I hella love Roger's drumming in this song - well not just this song but y'know - Freddie...what was that??? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THAT FINGER??? - hehe you can tell that Brian's very into it :D - Brian trying to get Roger's attention... Rog is, however, fully dedicated to his drums :D - Freddie lying down after the song is a post-exercise or post-dinner mood - "Let's play a game" YES SIR - yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - "Go pretty boy, go" I'm SOFT - hear that bassline? YES ME TOO - (it's Dragon Attack if anyone's wondering) - Freddie Mercury: lead singer AND fitness instructor - wish I could make some screencaps, alas I'm watching this online so it would take too much effort so here we are - Fred, let BRIAN PLAYYYY nooo don't distract him! - out of context those cuts and shots look like John is jealous of Freddie and Roger XDDD this is gif and meme worthy (around 39 minute) - btw probably no one is interested because you came here for the Queen concert liveblog, but I got my period and I'm starting to feel it - IT SUCKS - ooooo Brian speaking! His voice is so soothing, I could listen to him all day and it would probably calm my nerves - acoustic guitar...I'm already in - WHY SO QUIET THOUGH - Love of My Life, I'm cry - Everyone's singing along from the very first line... this is beautiful - Everyone united by this song's pure beauty :))))) I'm not crying you are - Do you sometimes think about Brian playing the acords for this gorgeous track and there is no Freddie sitting beside him? - Yeah, I hate myself for that thought too - I might be a little bit emotional - No wonder it was this particular song was the one that finally convinced Bri's father to FINALLY accept his son's career - Brian's gentle smile I'm :') :') :') - *clap clap clap clap* SAME - We're at Save Me now... Are we doing a crying compilation or what? - This is almost as bad as the Queen Forever album I recently bought.. TOO EMOTIONAL - Don't get me wrong, I ADORE Save Me - But this is too much - Almost 50 minutes in and Freddie's voice is still STRONG AS A BELL - Remember what I said about the "fuck the critics" mood? Yeah the mood is back - Even the cute Roger/Freddie interaction almost makes me cry I'm agsahjhsAAAAAAAAA - I need a more lighthearted now BLEASE - I'm a tough cookie but when I have Queen feels very little can help! - Is this Back Chat? OH GOD - Please bring me back to the crying mode, I DIDN'T MEAN THIS - (I'm sorry Fidan and all the Back Chat fans over there, I'm not a huge fan of this song :-*) - We get a nice view on Roger's back, though *Lenny face* - The synths sound like a main theme for some mystery-drama tv show from the 1980s XDDD - I forgot how long this song is... - Get Down Make Love *insert Lenny face again* - Okay I gotta admit... lyrically this song is a mess and borderline cringey in the first verse, but I really like it musically - I GIVE YOU HEAT - I GIVE YOU MEAT *three Lenny faces* - Okay, let's just listen to the song and pretend we all forgot the English language, maybe? - That mid parts always makes me feel like I'm about to be abducted by aliens - Thank God I don't do drugs, I would start thinking I might be hallucinating - I assume that Brian's guitar solo starts now? - Nice intro! - And Roger gets time to breathe, the boy needs his oxygen - Actually, this may be one my favourite of Brian's guitar solos? - Brighton Rock :))))))))))))))) - Brian's hands are very pretty - oh noooooo - an error? - poor Bri - that disappointed guy who screamed "No" when the guitar stopped playing :D - thankfully he issue quickly got solved! - hi Roger, nice to see you back <3 - It's Roger's time to shine! - YEs, Under Pressure! - The Montreal version is gonna be hard to beat, though - Let's see - uu I like Fred's red jacket! - ...do you have any shirt underneath, though? Naughty boi - he does not LOL - "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH" - let me tell you again...Roger's mic is definitely not turned loud enough - This is great but still, I prefer the Montreal one - That beer always amuses me XD - Freddie, you want us to slap your ass? - Oh no, he's just announcing Fat Bottomed Girls XDDDD - "I was just a skinny lad" the editing team: cuts to the camera angle which shows Brian first and Freddie after him - Roger's "oooh" is funny because he's really into it :D :D :D - Freddie is now a pole dancer, he changed profession - The crowd, always cheering when Freddie gets undressed :P - I sense Crazy Little Thing Called Love incoming! - yes it is Crazy Little Thing! - Freddie's joke about the three guitar cords XDDD - This song always slaps - "she drives me crazYY" - ReAdY fReDdIe - FREDDIE PLS STOP FCKING YOUR GUITAR - this is pretty - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY YEAH - he sounds so soft :)))) - and now so raw - "Momma UwU" - can't unsee this fricking meme now ajsdhjgdhjds - My favourite guitar solo :')))) - they actually played the video??? - I miss spaniel haired Deaky tbh - *instense drumming* *fireworks* - Oh Brian is wearing this cool shirt he also wore in Montreal! - jumpy Deaky...too bad you can onnly see him from the distance - GONG - that was sexy - Roger hitting that gong in the black outfit is sexier than shirtless Rog hitting the gong, change my mind - TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN - There's only some 15 minutes left... The time always passes so quickly when I'm watching a Queen concert - Another One Bites the Dust! I've been waiting for thiiiis - Deaky: happy jump - He knows it's his time to shine - wait a second, when did Roger change his shirt? - I need a good closeup - Freddie be like *imma slap my thigh now* - ooo I see Roger's Japanese shirt now! It's pretty cool! - Brian looks great too - Those flashing light are kinda migraine-inducing, thankfully I don't have an aura today - SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER heartattack - Looks like Freddie is flirting with Red Special :P - they're going absolutely crazy XD - WE WILL ROCK YOU DRUMLINE INTENSIFIES - LOL the sombrero on Freddie's head :P - ups mr editor dropped a frame - And now we're truly heading towards the end... I'm gonna start associating We Are the Champions with farewells soon - Well done, boys - I know I say it every single time - But you can't stress this enough - :)))) I'm glad I did this liveblog - They look exhausted but very satisfied :))) - Bye bye!

Next time I’ll be doing Wembley 1986, hopefully soon!

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Breathe with me. Chapter 17

Chapter 16b here

On the board of his jet Liam was trying to concentrate on the bunch of papers that required his personal attention but all his efforts were useless. He felt like some crucial part of his life were missing. He knew it was time to go back to his duties and his Queen but his only wish was to order jet to return to New York. He threw papers away, got up and began to pace a floor. 

Liam had difficult time imagining a life outside of the bubble he created for himself and Lina for a past month. He almost wished now that none of it would happen. 

I should have stayed away yet, instead, I let my heart to take over. Would I resist, it would be so much easier now. 

But despite his thoughts, he didn’t regret one single moment they spent together. Instead, now more than ever, he wished to be a regular man who is free to love whoever he desire and to spend a life with her. 

Damn Leo. For all my life I envied him but now I wish it would be him married to Madeleine, I wish it would be him on display for a whole country to watch. It HAD to be him. 

Despite early hour, Liam ordered to bring him a glass of scotch and downed it in one sip, then another one and another. Upon landing on the island, he was drunk enough to face Madeleine. 

Liam entered a living room where Madeleine sat going through some papers. Hearing his steps, she rose her eyes to look at him. 

-Oh, so you finally decided to honor me with your presence. I am flattered. - she said sarcastically. 

Liam didn’t grace her with an answer and took a sit across from her. 

-May I ask where have you been? I expected you to return in two or three days but you actually disappeared for a month! We had to return to Cordonia two days ago. 

Liam winced, the last thing he needed right now is Madeleine playing a role of a jealous wife. 

Not like she has any right to question me or my actions. 

Liam was never a cruel person but something in this moment was pushing him towards the edge. 

It shouldn’t be her. What did she ever do to deserve being a Queen or my wife? If anything, any other woman in Cordonia would make a better wife. 

-Not that it’s any of your business, Madeleine, but I don’t mind telling you. I spent OUR honeymoon with another woman. I’ll spare you details unless you really want to hear about her, about everything she has and what you will never have. 

Liam smirked sadistically. It felt good. He was quick to blame Madeleine for everything. For tricking him into this marriage, for her inability to be a woman he needed, for being here with him, for not being HER. Deep inside he knew that he is just as much to blame as Madeleine but he didn’t care. If his fate was to suffer in a hands of destiny, he believed that Madeleine deserved just the same. He wasn’t going to make it an easy ride for her. 

She wants to have everything not giving anything in return. We shall see if her dreams will ever come true. Never if I get any say in this. 

But Madeleine only indefinitely shrugged locking her eyes with Liam’s. A few moments passed in heavy silence. 

-You are right, I don’t need details. As long as the press and court won't  find out about it, you can have as many women as you wish. 

Grinning widely, Liam moved from his chair next to Madeleine and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. 

-I don’t need your permission, my dear wife. You are delusional if you think that court won’t know about it sooner or later. Nobody will judge me but you on the other hand…  People will pity you and something tells me that that’s not kind of Queen you want to be. 

Madeline shrugged his arm off her shoulder and abruptly rose from the couch. 

-Don’t you dare to embarrass me, Liam. Keep your dirty secrets under wraps. 

Despite all efforts, her face became a mask of anger, her entire life Madeleine spent focused just on one goal, only she knew what did it cost her,only she knew how much did she have to sacrifice on her way to the top. And now, when she finally was here, she won’t allow Liam to ruin it for her. She won’t be seen as a weak Queen whose husband and a King by birth frankly disrespects her. Madeleine had enough time to reconsider her behavior and if he needed her to pretend that she is enjoying sex with him, then be it. 

This Liam who came back to her wasn’t the same man that left this island a month ago. She had no idea what was happening but she sensed a drastic change in him. She observed his behavior since they were kids, this Liam was different and she knew that she needs to find a way to please him and stay on his good side or rather… to get there. 

Liam crossed his arms watching Madeleine with satisfied smile. He didn’t need to be a telepath to know what thoughts were running through her mind but it was to late for that. Sometime during a short time they spent together, in his mind Madeleine turned into the main obstacle on his way. He didn’t know what is it exactly he wanted but she was right here and he intended to make her his girl for beating. 

-Or else what? What will you do, Madeline?-he was now feeding of her anger. - Run to Regina? Complain to your father? Be my guest. -He rose from couch and closed a distance between them speaking to her now in low,  threatening voice. - I am setting the rules now and you will obey them or else… 

-Or else?… - she asked with trembling voice.

Liam laughed in her face lifting her chin to make her look directly into his eyes. 

-Actually there is no else. Why to hold back? First thing upon our return I will limit your power to basic social functions. You won’t be holding any real power and will stay out of my way at all times. I will also name a heir until we have a child, someone who will be out of your reach. Your finances will be cut off as well, I will control every cent you are spending. - Liam violently grabbed her wrist leaving bruises on porcelain skin and brought her palm to his mouth leaving a kiss on it. - Is that the life you wanted? Is that why you became a suitor again? Is that why you decided to play with my life?-He  dropped her hand and stepped away from Madeleine. - Well, enjoy it, I will make sure that you will drink this cup to the bottom. 

Dashingly Liam left the room leaving shocked Madeleine alone. 

He won’t do It. He CAN’T do it. 

With shaking hand Madeleine reached for box of cigarettes and walked out to the terrace lighting one. She smoked only when something would go terribly wrong, when stress would become to much to bear and right now she knew that nothing that ever happened to her could complete with today’s disaster. If Liam will stand by his words it will mean that her entire life she wasted for nothing.  

Hours later, Liam entered a dining room and saw Madeleine waiting for him with a drink in her hand. Her face was still pale and she didn’t even bother to change for a diner. Liam walked up to her and squeezed her wrist violently taking a glass out of her hand. 

-You won’t be drinking anymore, my Queen. - he said last words in sarcastic tone finding some kind of satisfaction in calling her that. - Now get out of here, I told you to stay out of my way. Don’t show up until it’s time to leave. 

Madeline ripped her wrist out of his hold, crossed a room and sat in the chair. 

-You won’t be treating me like this, Liam. It’s unacceptable. I am your wife for God’s sake! I will go to the press if I have to. You left enough marks on me to prove everything you’ve done. 

Liam’s face became a mask of anger, he walked up to the chair, bend down and placed hands on the both sides of her chair. 

-Go to the press, do me a favor. I will find my way out of it, but you on the other hand will never find your way back to the palace. Actually now I want you to do it. You will have your chance tomorrow morning, I am sure that press will be meeting us in the airport.-Liam lifted her chin with his fingers and stared intensely into her eyes. - Don’t you ever dare to threaten me again

Madeleine swallowed nervously before to reply. She smelled alcohol in his breath, her last hope was that it was alcohol speaking and tomorrow an old Liam will return. 

-We shall speak once you are sober, Liam. - she said with trembling voice. - Now let me leave, I will stay out of your way tonight. 

With victorious smile Liam stepped aside letting Madeleine to leave the room. 

After a dinner he walked out on the terrace, pulled phone out of the pocket, dialed Linda’s number and waited until she answered the phone. Her voice was sleepy and instantly Liam felt guilty for not thinking about time difference.

-I am sorry for waking you up, baby. I just wanted to ask how your day was. 

-Boring and lonely-he heard her reply. - I miss you. 

-I miss you too, baby. I will check my schedule tomorrow and will come to New York as soon as possible, I promise. 

-I plan to start looking for a job tomorrow. It should keep me occupied until I see you again. 

Liam imagined a smile playing on her lips when she was talking to him, a warmth of her naked body and his member hardened instantly from a longing desire to be with her, to be in her. 

-You don’t need to hurry with it, baby. Check your wallet in the morning. - he said smirking. - There is a card and a code. You can spend as much as you like, don’t hold back.-Liam laughed lightly. It felt good to take care of her, to know that she will have anything she desires when he can’t be near Lina. It felt right. 

-Liam! You are doing it again!… - he heard annoyance in her voice. 

Liam allowed her to speak for a few seconds before he placed a thumb on a red screen button. 

-Sorry, baby. Connection is really bad here, I am still on the island. I can’t hear a word you are saying, I’ll call you later. Miss you. 

He pressed a button and with satisfied smile shoved his phone back in the pocket. He felt like a naughty boy but he couldn’t help it, nor him or her should allow stereotypes to rule their lives. 

She will get over it, she will get used to it. She doesn’t have to spend her life in some dusty office if she can have it all. 

He didn’t like an idea of her finding another job a bit. That would mean that another asshole will boss her around, just like her old boss. He will make sure that she won’t have to go through it again 

People work for money,isn’t that so? Well, she doesn’t need them while she is with me. 

*

Next morning Liam and Madeleine boarded a jet and after a short flight arrived to cordonian airport. None of them spoke to another during a flight and Liam preferred it that way. 

Madeleine didn’t risk to check if his mood changed today, it was almost impossible to see any emotions on his blank face but Madeleine couldn’t help it but shiver anytime her eyes would meet his so much hate and anger she saw in them. 

Once royal couple left airport, members of the press and people immediately surrounded them. 

-Your Majesties, how did your honeymoon go? 

-Are you happy together? 

-Do you have any news to share with us? 

Liam wrapped his arm around Madeleine’s waist pressing her to his side and smiled happily to the cameras but didn’t say anything. All eyes turned to Madeleine expecting for her to speak. 

A ball was now on her side of the field. At first she didn’t believe that Liam won’t take her threats seriously but his actions proved her wrong. Now it was her chance to reveal his actions to the public but she knew that she can’t do it. Not many cordonian citizens would believe her and her words, Liam was loved by his people and the press, his good heart and kindness were well known to the public. Besides, it would give him a perfect excuse to get rid of her instantly and Madeleine didn’t intend to lose her position after going to it for so long. She couldn’t believe that soft hearted and normally easy to manipulate Liam would change so drastically within a month time. 

There must be a way. 

Madeline took a deep breath and smiled to the press doing her best to look happy. She greeted them and said a few words about how happy they are to be back home and that they intend to give Cordonia a heir as soon as possible. She assured people that herself and Liam are ready to work tirelessly on improving life of every cordonian. After that Bastien and guards cleaned a path to a waiting limo. 

Once both got inside and Bastien shut a car door, Liam leaned back on his sit and laughed locking his eyes with Madeline. 

-That went well, my darling, but what happened to your intention to reveal my behavior to the press? 

Madeleine didn’t reply and averted her gaze to look in the window. 

After a short ride to the palace, Liam and Madeleine left the car and were greeted by Regina, Drake and Maxwell among all the palace stuff who lined up on the stairs to greet their monarchs. 

Regina smiled warmly to Liam and Madeleine. 

-I hope that you both had a great vacation. 

Liam nodded to Regina returning a smile and before to move to Drake, answered her with a wide smile. 

-Oh, you have no idea. It was great indeed. How are you doing? I hope the country didn’t collapse while I was gone. 

-Everything is great, Liam. I am doing well, we all do. Duke Domvallier and Duke Castelsarreillan both made sure that things are running smoothly. You can meet with them later, both will be here in a few hours. 

Liam nodded and shook Drake’s and then Maxwell’s hands heading with them inside. 

Regina turned to uncommonly quite Madeline but Madeleine only greeted her politely and headed inside to her chambers. 

A few hours later Hakim and Ibrahim, Dukes of Domvallier and Castelsarreillan arrived and hurried to Liam’s study with their reports. After discussing everything that happened while  King and Queen were absent, Liam got to the main topic he had for this meeting. 

-Ibrahim, I want you to prepare a secret decree that will strip a current Queen of any power. 

Ibrahim shifted uncomfortable in his chair. 

-I will do as you say, Your Majesty, but may I ask for a reason? It’s uncommon decision for our country. Off course, as a ruling monarch by birth, that’s your right to decide what power your spouse and kids can hold but it didn’t happen for the past 180 years. 

Liam looked directly at Ibrahim preventing him with his commanding gaze from asking more questions. 

-My reasons are personal, Ibrahim and I would prefer to keep them to myself. Madeleine can’t be trusted with any real power so her functions will be nominal. All heads of ministries must be informed about this decree. Bastien and Royal Accountant will be informed by me personally.

Liam rose from his chair and thanked both Dukes for their work ending the audience. 

Next he called Bastien and accountant into his study informing them about his decision and new circumstances. At last, he called his secretary. 

-Stavros, I need you to find a best gynecologist clinic in Switzerland and make appointment for me and Her Majesty for a next weekend. Make sure that they keep it in secret. 

-Off course, Your Majesty-Liam heard reply and ended the call.

Next chapter

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Faint of Heart [Ivar x Reader]

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Summary: Nothing good comes after midnight.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language and violence, please read with care. Also, friendly reminder that  I don’t condone any of the messed up stuff happening on the show.

Word Count: 2901

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Gif’s not mine

You never really liked the formalities that came with the throne.

You hadn’t liked it back at your country and you didn’t like it now in this completely new Viking land either. It was even more intimidating when you were alone. Ivar was off to see the raiders on the other side of the Kattegat and that meant you would be alone with this group of newcomers for at least an hour if not more.

And that alone was scarier than you thought it would be.

“You don’t look very happy,” Hvitserk said and your head snapped up before you tried to smile.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Written all over your face,” he motioned at you as he sipped his drink, “I thought you would be happier for sure.”

“Why?”

“They’re your countrymen, aren’t they?” Hvitserk asked, “The group that’s coming to visit. Did you not miss them?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“No? I distinctly remember you comparing us to them and calling us… what was it?”

You tried to control your laugh, “Hvitserk!”

“No, I’m trying to remember. Something along the lines how we were all…”

“You’re terrible,” You made a face at him, giggling and he snapped his fingers.

“Barbarians,” he pointed out, “You were screaming at the top of your lungs in fact.”

You covered your burning face, then lowered your hands, “You will never let that go, will you?”

“No,” Hvitserk grinned like a boy, “And look at you now.”

“Look at me now,” you repeated, looking down at yourself with a sigh. Even though it had been difficult beyond words, you had to admit that you looked like a proper Viking now.

Except for your hair. You were still learning how to braid it. Ivar tended to tease you about that but considering it had only been a month since you got there, and everything was relatively new to you, you dared to say you were doing pretty well so far.

Until now.

Oh God.

Sorry. Gods.

Whoever it is up there.

“Y/N?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, “Hm?”

“They’re here.”

“Okay,” You took a deep breath and fixed your crown, “How do I look?”

“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were a proper Viking.” Hvitserk shrugged, that playful light gleaming in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to control your laugh and walked past him to the throne room, with him following you like a shadow and you stopped at the door, then turned to Hvitserk.

“I changed my mind,” You said, your heart beating in your ears, “No. I can’t do this.”

“I repeat, these are your countrymen.” Hvitserk tried to sound reasonable, but it was highly sabotaged by the cup he was holding, filled with ale.

“Yes Hvitserk, and do you know what that means?”

“They will be very friendly with you?”

“No, they will report everything to my brother.”

Your brother, who had lost no time using you for his political strategies as soon as he was crowned. Hence where you were now.

Hvitserk rolled his eyes and leaned back to the wall, “So what?”

“So plenty,” you hissed, “Do you know what will happen if they report back any mistake?”

He scoffed, “Nothing. We have the most powerful army in the world, and Ivar doesn’t like disrespect.”

That was assuming Ivar actually cared about you, an issue you still had no clear answer to. There were times you thought you saw a spark there but…

Considering you hardly spent any time together, and in addition to lack of-

You felt your cheeks burn and you cleared your throat, while Hvitserk shot you a look.

“Y/N. Come on, you can’t be intimidated by them. Where’s the girl who made a fuss and screamed in the throne room of her palace that she would marry no heathen, hm?”

“Actually ended up being married to a heathen,” you said slowly and licked your lips, “Okay. Okay, you’d save me if it got weird, would you not?”

“My sword is at your service.”

“Alright then,” You threw your shoulders back and walked into the throne room, the familiar noise of the crowd greeting you and the man standing in front of the small group that had different clothes than the rest of the hall.

“Well well, if it isn’t our beautiful Y/N,” he said and you tried to smile. The truth was, you had never really liked him, not even back at the palace. He was always way too condescending, and that night before everything started, you had heard him talking to your brother, and he had made his opinion about you clear;

Let her be the heathen’s whore if that’s what will save our skins.

You shook your head, trying to shake off the thoughts and let him kiss you on the cheek.

“Rowan,” you greeted him, “Had a nice trip, I hope?”

“Sea was merciful.” Rowan stated, “And all the troubles disappeared now that we’ve seen your beautiful face, Y/N.”

Liar.

“Gentlemen, you remember our little Y/N.” he held your hand as you both turned to the group, “But of course, she’s a Queen now. Who could’ve seen that, hm?”

Hvitserk’s hand was still on the handle of his sword as you sat down on the throne, now wishing more than ever that Ivar would be back already.

“How is my brother?”

“Praying for your health day and night,” Rowan said and you tried not to scoff at the blatant lie, “He misses his little sister terribly.”

Mm hm.

Almost convincing.

“Well I would appreciate it if you could tell him I pray for his health and the victories that will follow him surely,” the lie left your lips almost too easy and Hvitserk cleared his throat, as if trying not to laugh. Rowan turned to the men listening to you both closely.

“We have heard that Vikings entertainments are quite… different,” he said, “May I ask if we will be attending any?”

“Why of course,” you said “It would be cruel to keep such a thing hidden from you.”

“And do you still dance, your grace?”

You smiled slightly. “Yes, sometimes.”

“I remember one time-“ Rowan turned to his men with a smirk on his face, “At a masquerade, she danced all night,” his eyes turned to you, “Yet again, I assume you put your dancing skills to use on top of your Viking King now, do you not Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped up to his as you felt your jaw drop, and Hvitserk shifted his weight beside you.

Of course. That was what everyone thought. You were pretty sure even Ubbe and Hvitserk did not know about you and Ivar’s… lack of intimacy.

Everyone had told you so many fearful things that the first –and the last- night Ivar had tried touching you ended up with you almost hyperventilating, holding onto sheets for your dear life and sitting at the corner of the huge bed, your heart beating fast enough that you thought even he could hear it from the other side of the bed. If it were your own country, everyone would insist on the marriage to be consummated, but as you would figure out later on, Vikings couldn’t care less. Contrary to what you had heard about Vikings, Ivar didn’t seem to want to push you, and that was when your unspoken agreement began. The next morning at the breakfast, you would bury your burning face to Ivar’s arm, an embarrassed smile playing on your lips enough to boost his ego and make every doubt of his brothers –who had kept making innuendos- disappear.

You hadn’t really talked about it for the whole month, and now to think of it, you didn’t really spend so much time together anyway. Ivar seemed less than interested in you which made you think he only saw this marriage as a business came with the crown but…

But it did not mean that your brother’s messenger could be that outspoken with you.

“I hope you’ll like it here, Rowan,” you forced yourself to smile calmly, your cheeks burning with both embarrassment and fury, “We will surely do our best to keep you entertained.”

He bowed before he made his way to his men, and you gritted your teeth, then whirled around on your heels to go to your and Ivar’s chambers.

“Y/N-“

“Don’t,” You said through your teeth and you stormed into the chamber, slamming the door behind you but Hvitserk opened the door to get inside.

“I can just kill him if you want.”

“You can’t kill the messenger Hvitserk, it’s not very diplomatic.” You pulled the crown from your hair and tossed it on the table, while Hvitserk heaved a sigh.

“He humiliated you,”

“I’m well aware,” You tried to regain your composure, but it felt way too difficult and you started to work on your hair “I just need a moment, leave me be please.”

“If Ivar found out-“

“Ivar knows how diplomacy works, he wouldn’t care.” You told him and Hvitserk’s eyes focused on something over your shoulder before you heard that familiar drawl along with the sound of his crutches.

“And what exactly would Ivar not care?”

You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them and turning around to see Ivar as he sat down the sofa at the corner of the room , his leg braces half done as if you had just interrupted him undoing them. Hvitserk sighed behind you.

“Hello Ivar.”

“Hello brother,” Ivar’s lips turned upwards, “Wife. What’s happening?”

“Tell him,” Hvitserk told you “I’ll be outside in case we decide to kill him. Ubbe is back too, Ivar?”

“He must be in the hall right about now,” Ivar answered without taking his eyes off you, and you shifted your weight as Hvitserk left the room. This was one of the very rare moments you two were completely alone and for some reason, your stomach flipped with excitement before you gulped.

“You’re back.” You said weakly, taking a step towards him and he nodded,

“Mm hm. Just. What��s happening?”

“Nothing.”

He raised his brows, “Y/N.”

“Do you need help with…?” you motioned at his braces and he shook his head, crossing his arms.

“Who humiliated you?”

“It’s not important, Ivar.” You muttered as you sat across him, then reached out to help him out of the heavy arm plate but he grabbed your hand and stopped you, making you hold your breath as your eyes snapped up to his piercing blue ones.

“I think I deserve to know if someone upset you,” his voice was low and you bit down on your lip, holding his gaze for a couple of seconds before you averted your eyes.

“My brother’s messengers arrived,” you mumbled, “They do have a strange sense of humor.”

“Meaning?”

You shrugged, “Rowan, one of his closest men, he… made a bawdy comment.”

“Bawdy?” he repeated, as if he didn’t understand the word and you forced yourself to find the word in his own language, but came up empty, seeing that you were still learning his language.

“It means-“ you paused, “It means suggestive in a quite indecent way.”

Ivar’s brows pulled together and he nodded, “I see.”

“It’s nothing serious,” you tried to laugh it off, “It’s just… I have been away from them for a while, I’m sure he didn’t mean-“

“Did he make you uncomfortable?” he cut you off, as if the possibility just crossing his mind and you shrugged.

“To be honest, he has made me uncomfortable ever since I heard him and my brother talking about…” you motioned between you two, “He called me- um-“ you shook your head “Does not matter, really. I was thinking maybe we could throw a feast or-”

“What did he call you?”

“Ivar-“

“Y/N.” his tone was serious, “What did he call you, hm?”

“He didn’t know I was listening.”

“That’s not the answer to my question.”

The bitter taste appeared in your mouth but you tried not to make a face as you took a deep breath.

“Heathen’s whore.” You mumbled with distaste and Ivar’s brows rose, as if he was surprised to hear such a word leaving your lips.

“Did he now?”

You took a deep breath, then tried to pull yourself together,

“It honestly does not matter,” you attempted to smile, “But um- we should go out soon, I think. It’s not very polite to keep people waiting.”

Ivar nodded, then slowly, very slowly reached out to touch a strand of your hair, as if he was afraid you would push him away. When you didn’t move or even breathe with the concern of ruining the moment, he seemed to gather the courage to gently tuck it behind your ear before his fingertips slipped down to your neck and he withdrew his hand. You swallowed thickly, the sensitive skin of your neck which he grazed his fingers against tingling, almost burning.

“I like your hair like this,” he mumbled, as if speaking to himself, “Perhaps you could- you could maybe wear it like this more often?”

If you didn’t know better, you could swear this was as close to saying please as Ivar could get and you bit on your lip, your cheeks burning.

“I would like that, actually,” you spoke silently, “I don’t think I’m very good with braids and girls will grow weary of helping me soon I’m afraid.”

That seemed to make him breathe out a chuckle, “Is that so?”

“It’s very complex.”

“Not really. You can speak five languages and you think braiding is complex?”

“Four and a half,” You corrected him “I still don’t understand more than half of what your brothers say.”

“I don’t think my brothers understand more than half of what they say,” Ivar shrugged, making you giggle.

“That’s not very polite.”

“I’m not very polite,” Ivar rubbed his fingertips together, as if trying to make the feeling last longer, “And I could teach you.”

“Your language?”

“That. And braiding.”

“You would grow tired,” you made a face, “I’m a terrible student and you’re not very patient.”

“I can be very patient,” his voice was low, as if he was hypnotized but that lasted only for a second before he pulled himself together, “And you’re not a terrible student.”

You snorted “You all laughed at me when I couldn’t lift that sword. Even Ubbe.”

“Yes, because Ubbe said we should get you a smaller sword until you got used to it.”

You made a face, “No thank you. All shieldmaidens will make fun of me.”

“No one can make fun of you.”

“You do,” You shot him a mischievous look and Ivar shrugged before he made himself busy with his braces, then grabbed his crutches.

“I’m going to the hall, are they still there?”

“My brother’s men?” You asked and nodded, “Yes, they must be. I will be with you in a second, I just-“ You fanned your face with your hand, “I’ll be with you.”

“Alright,” he said as he left the room and you sat down in front of the mirror to look at your reflection, then pressed your fingertips on your neck, biting at your lip hard enough to make it hurt.

You had about five seconds of peace before the sounds coming from the hall distracted you and you pushed your chair back to rush to the hall, then covered your mouth as soon as you reached the entrance and saw the view.

Two men were holding Rowan by the arms as he struggled against them while the rest of your brother’s men looked too terrified to move. Contrary to them, all the Vikings in the hall seemed to have great fun as they watched Rowan while listening to Ivar, and you took a step but was stopped by Hvitserk.

“Hvitserk-“

“Told you he wouldn’t like it.”

“What-“ You swallowed as you tried to make sense of what Ivar was saying but he spoke way too fast and you could only understand a word or two.

There was something about his maker, and a Queen.

His queen.

“What’s he saying?”

“Did that man really call you a heathen’s whore?” Ubbe asked you and you looked between Hvitserk and Ubbe.

“Ubbe, what’s Ivar saying-“

It happened in a second. Ivar drove his sword right through Rowan’s chest, making you gasp and Vikings cheered before Rowan dropped to the ground, eyes open. You covered your mouth, unable to keep your eyes off him as Ivar stepped over, his face splattered with blood.

“We’re killing messengers now?”

“If need be.” Ivar answered his brother while you could only stare at him, your heart beating in your ears.

“You were saying something about a feast, yes?” Ivar asked you “Let’s throw a feast, it was about time,” he grinned, “Ubbe, Hvitserk. A word?”

They left your side and Ivar lingered behind only for a moment before his fingertips grazed your cheek. You could feel the sticky, warm blood on your cheekbone but you couldn’t even wipe it off as your arms felt too heavy all of a sudden and you felt as if the hall was spinning around you. You dug your fingernails into your palms, trying to regain your composure and he left the hall to follow Ubbe and Hvitserk.

And you watched as two men lifted Rowan’s body and carried it outside while you stood there completely frozen.

“Oh God.”

Read Chapter 2 here! 

[youngerdrgrey]

you’re gonna need me // a queen sugar fanfic

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written for day 9 of 30 x 31, prompt: song lyric as a title [also on ao3]

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notes: I am going to write & post the other days of the challenge, but this one’s done, so here it is! I read @bizeke‘s Charley/Remy fic and remembered how much I missed the Bordelons, but for some reason Ralph Angel wanted to shine through. + title comes from Usher’s “Throwback” 

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Ralph Angel knocks against the hood of the truck a few times. Not too many, not too loud neither since he don't want to grab anybody else's attention. Blue's in the house with Darla, and neither of them batted an eye when he said he had to go out and talk to Remy. No reason to get them all worked up when this whole thing should be over in a moment or two. So he knocks on the hood of the truck to get out a bit of his energy while Remy heads out and around to meet him in front.

This whole thing would be a lot easier if Remy had just stayed Remy. But no, Remy had to become their new farm advisor, then whatever it is that he's out here doing with Charley. And, all Rah's saying is that it'd be nice to talk to his and Pops' friend instead of having to also talk to the guy trying to get his sister through her divorce.

"Hey." Remy starts a shake that Ralph Angel finishes. It's easy, normal for a few seconds. Then Remy's hands drop back to his sides, and he sizes up the house with a glance. There's only two cars out here, Remy's and Ra's, so nobody else could really be around. 'Less Charley's starting up her runs again.

Ralph Angel checks around too, just in case. He says, "Just us today. Like you asked."

Remy nods. His shoulders come back level. "Thanks for having me over, man. I wanted to talk to you away from everybody else, you know, give you a chance to say what you need, and I'll do the same."

Of course. "You playing mediator now?"

Remy laughs at that. But he's careful with his words. "I'm just helping out. Doing what I can."

"Appreciate it. But --" what exactly is Remy going to fix with all this? Is he going to take the words from Ra's mouth over to Charley's ears and vice versa? He going to fly back and forth between them since Charley only listens to whoever can help her out the most? Ralph Angel circles his jaw around. "Now, I don't mean any disrespect by saying this, but I don't need you talking for me. Not to Charley, not to anybody."

Everybody out here seems to think Ralph Angel needs their help. That he can't get anything done without their say so and their contributions. But he's raising Blue mostly on his own now. He got the farm together mostly on his own too. So, could someone fill him in on when exactly he started needing help? Because he's been fine since Charley gave him the reigns and a pay stub. Been fine before that too.

"I hear you. Alright. And I will say, since we're being honest here, that I told Charley to trust you more. But that wasn't a hand out. You earned a little defense. What you've done out here, with all of this...." Remy turns to see the fields, but he never finishes the sentence. Never quite gets past the view of what they got out there. All that green that they made happen. Between the work and the cane, between a little faith and whatever sort of something carried over from the past generations.

But that's the thing, isn't it? They're building on top of a lot of history here. That's how this kind of farming works. The mother stalk, or the seed cane, helps with the next year, and the year after that, and the whole process plays out so well because of what people put into it long before their time. And Ralph Angel's like that strong mother stalk there. He's the base that carried over to keep the soil sweet and ready. He's what'll be here the next year when everybody else has moved on to something new -- be it grinding cane at their new mills, or boasting about how sweet their new strain is, or whatever it is Nova plans on doing. Saving somebody else's little brother he supposes. But Ralph Angel will still be right here, on this farm, and if all Remy wants to do is make sure that Ralph Angel's not gonna jeopardize all that for whatever fight he's in with Charley, then this can be over right now.

Remy turns back, and there ain't nothing but pride and affection on his face. "Your pops would be proud."

Ralph Angel grins, even lets out a bit of a laugh. "Not too bad for a first timer. And this here is just my first try on my own, but next year, all these hiccups not gon' happen. We'll bring in more than two hundred acres. Probably not all of 'em, but more. And by that time, Charley's mill should be running, so we can use it then."

"Then?" Remy's neck strains. The veins pulse a second or two. "What about now?"

"What about now? Nobody around here cares about my plan, so--"

"Your plan is a great plan. No one's denying you that."

"Charley is."

"Charley's short-sighted, at times. But she's more than willing to eat the cost if this whole thing goes wrong," Remy says.

Spoken like a true mediator. Like somebody too far up somebody else's ass cheeks to hear what they're saying. Charley's got everybody on her side on this one. All the other farmers, Nova, even Darla sounds like she'd rather Ralph Angel just give in. But why risk everything now on something that might drain everything Charley's worked for? She's already going through the divorce. Already leaving behind her whole life in California. And now she wants to do this? Why can't she ever just relax for a second? Sit back, see how something's done before running off to change it?

Ralph Angel crosses his arms. "You want my okay? Is that why you're here?"

Remy shakes his head. "I wanted to tell you what I see when I look at your family. Because," he chuckles, shakes his head again, and sends some kind of smile down to the dirt at his feet, "you Bordelons are a funny bunch. Brilliant farmers, and loving, kind people, but none of you ever listen. Not to each other and not to anyone else. You only do what you want to do. Not that I should talk. We all know egos run rampant down here. Got to be proud and daring to bet your whole life on the whims of the land. But I think you get caught up sometimes in the different visions you all have for the future."

"This is the future," Rah says.

"For you." Remy must feel like he's saying too much 'cause he leans back against the car for a spell. "Brother Ernest loved to talk about the future. I remember being out here as a kid. Barely taller than the cane, but that smell -- that grinding season smell, you know it." He smiles. "Like burnt sugar everywhere."

Remy hums. Licks his lips. "Best smell in the world. So I'd come around, help out if he'd let me. And while we worked, he used to tell me that if I worked hard enough, I could have something like this one day. He said we all had to nurture what we have, sometimes even break it down a bit, to get to where we want to be."

Yeah, Ralph Angel got the same speech. The farming metaphors never really got old for Pops. Rah figures he'll be the same way with Blue. He's got a bunch stored up, and if he puts those with his stories from being inside, then he can keep Blue on the right track.

He figures, one day, Blue could take over the farm. And if Blue doesn't want it, then somebody else. Somebody in the family of course. And then maybe Blue could go off to college, like what Micah's doing. He probably won't be growing up in private schools like Micah. But Blue can still get a good education right there in public ones. He doesn't even have to toughen up or anything 'cause he showed that he can fight. He'll be fine. And he'll go to some big school that has nice sweaters and shirts for the parents, and Ralph Angel and Darla can wear matching University Dad and University Mom jackets around the house. And the sugar in the pies at Christmas will come right from their farm.

Remy starts up talking again. "Now, I don't know about you, but I want to be able to do this for a long time. I want to point at the sugar in the shaker and say, 'you know, you can taste which strain is mine because of how sweet it is. It's special made for the soil out here in St. Jo. And it goes great in my morning coffee.'" He pushes off the car. "And, God willing, if we ever get our acts together, I figure I could say that to Charley, or Micah, or anybody else who wanders through the house. But that's my future. That's my dream. Do you know hers?"

Ralph Angel glances out into the land. "I don't know. Probably keep on building empires." Keep on ignoring his calls and ideas. Keep on disregarding everybody else in the family since they're too simple to keep up with her.

"Maybe you should ask. Maybe you should try getting to know her again as a person, then everything else will come a hell of a lot easier." Remy clicks his tongue. "She's more than just part owner. More than just your sister too. But if you two don't start recognizing how similar you are, or how you can help each other out with all this, then I don't think any of us are getting those dreams."

It's a good speech, but there's one little flaw in the plan. "How am I supposed to talk to her, Remy? She ignores every call, every text--"

"That's why I texted her. Told her to meet me outside the shed in an hour. She's in the dog house, so I figure she'll be pulling up pretty soon just to make sure that I know how sorry she is."

Ralph Angel really doesn't need to know all of that. "Your point being...?"

Remy pulls his keys back out his pocket. "I'm not staying. You and Charley are going to talk. By yourselves. About yourselves. And I'm going to catch up on my shows. With my phone turned off. And when I turn it back on, amidst the many messages asking me why I got involved, I hope there's one or two saying that you worked it out."

Rah stands tall, so he can look down his nose at Remy. "You're going to an awful lot of trouble over the two of us."

Remy shrugs. "What can I say? There's something about you Bordelons that makes me care." He slips out of their stare and heads back 'round the car. "Tell Charley we'll talk tonight."

Ra nods despite himself. "Yeah, yeah." He knocks on the hood of the car again. Not too loud, not too strong. Just enough to say the thanks he can't bring himself to say aloud. Ralph Angel might not need help, or even want it, but every once in a while, he could take it. He watches Remy pull off and makes his way over to the shed. If they've got to talk to get those dreams, then they could talk. Maybe she'd even listen.

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[sylviasitompul]

I am still what I am!

The problem is, HE DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE ME ALONE. He wants A FIGHT WITH ME, WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH IT? AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE A FIST WITH A GUY? A GUY WHO IS A PARENT, WITH A WIFE AND A DAUGHTER RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM, AND WITNESS HIM GIVING HER THE GREATEST EXAMPLE OF ALL. MAN YOU ARE DISTURBED, I AM WOMAN! IF YOU WANT A FIGHT WITH FISTS GO FIND YOURSELF THE SAME SO IT WOULD BE FAIR, YOU PUSSY! This is like 2019, and somehow I still meet with pricks out there, how lucky me.

I was reaching my limit, besides, I was not in the mood, my thoughts were not at that moment. So I was so proud with myself, I could pull myself together, instead of being triggered easily. So I said to myself when this guy kept making bad words at me, “NOT THIS TIME, NOT THIS TIME! I’M NOT HAVING IT OKAY!” I kept my mouth shut, and try to be really patience. Dramas dry me up and making me tired, enough for the day. Somehow my best intention was taken the wrong way for him. He thought I was being cold, mean and snobby, I want to stay classy you pig!

Besides, I had a feeling, which my intuition is always right, that even if I did say sorry to him, he would probably held me in captive (like forever), to channeling his inner guilt, and raining me with more of disrespectful words for I have submitted myself to him. Then I will get triggered with his non stop condescending words and finally be on rage. Even if I tried to explain my version he wouldn’t accept it, since he was disturbed. According to him, he was right and I am wrong, according to me, none of us is wrong. Parents don’t always mean they can perform perfect, THE DEAD OBJECT IS NOT HUMAN, YOU CAN’T BLAME IT, AND I JUST GOT IN LINE FOR GOODNESS SAKE! So what difference does it make, I REFUSE TO BE THE WILLING VICTIM THAT DAY. You picked the wrong target! I said that to myself.

But unfortunately I couldn’t stand it anymore, as I tried to find my way home, he tried to summon people POINTING AT MY FACE WITH HIS FINGER, THAT I SWEAR, I WAS REALLY REALLY PISSED EVERYTIME I TRIED TO RECALL IT, SO DISRESPECTFUL AND I HATE IT! “Why won’t you fuc*ing leave me alone”, I kept saying that. The mommy? The mommy enjoyed the scene where I was being put to shame, instead of trying to help her husband to calm himself down! What a dysfunctional family you have there.

So I YELLED BACK AT HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY, SWEARING AT HIS FACE, PUTTING HIM TO SHAME, TO SEND THE MESSAGE, “THE HELL WITH YOU, I DON’T CARE!” I PUT HIM ON THE SCENE, I TRIED TO TURN AROUND THE TABLE, SO HE GETS WHAT I FEEL. I don’t deserve this!

As I tried to get in to the car, this older guy shout back at me. She said like this, “you whore”, yet I got into my car anyways. If I am a whore, than what are you? Shouting me as whore doesn’t make him look like gentlemen. You know what funny is, oh my gosh, I am laughing, “he tries to chase me down to my car”.  Isn’t that supposed to be scary, well it was.

Imagine I’m inside the car alone with a psycho outside my window. HE WAS A MAN AND I AM A WOMAN. I am no former military or infantry or something like that. I didn’t have much skill when it comes to self defense in physical. But then it was funny, why? CAUSE HE LOOKED SO MAD YET SO SCARED AT THE SAME TIME, AHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT A PUSSY INDEED! He tried to chase me down the car I didn’t know what was his next step. I could only guess. It looked like he was trying to grab my car, yet SO HESITANT to put his hands on it. I didn’t want it to happen either. Yes, I was still scared but then my scared mixed up with everything.

Now look I wasn’t alone, I was alone in my car but not outside. The parking lot was filled with lots of people, cars, and securities! The securities are guys, in fact there were lots of guys in there. That if I would think back of it, I shall wait any longer to see his instead of being panicked. I should have let him to touch my car, yet not try to do anything more than that, like trying to ruin my car. Since he was like trying to unleash his anger towards my car. He took it on the car, well what else can I say about that pussy.

That’s why I decided to leave soon, because I thought he was getting disturbed, I don’t want to be in a public transportation to go to anywhere, since I am not that rich. I don’t own lots of cars, fixing car is not cheap these days. Neither do the crazy dad, since I watched the kind of car he ride in.

Why would I got panicked and scared of the pussy? I watched how the securities (the guys) were watching me from the crazy dad. But they are not allowed to do anything unless he touches me. If he lays his hands on me, I’ll kill him myself.

I should have take out my phone from my bag, watch him getting escalated, put him on the video, send it to my brothers. Because it was like only ten minutes or maybe less from where they were, and there was like family meeting where there were like many guys in there.  A video to show them I am on a threat, so they will rush to the scene, gather around to scare back at the pussy bullier, and let him have the lesson today. IF AN INTIMIDATION YOU ASKED FOR, THAN INTIMIDATION AS WELL YOU’LL GET. It was supposed to be fun, I should have post it online, it’s going to be a good memory, ahahhahhaha.

I wonder if the crazy dad deals with a big guy and tattoo on his body with police written on the shirt of the guy. Will he dare himself to react the same way? MY PROBLEM IS NOT HIS REQUEST, BUT THE WAY HE ASKED IT! Even though I wasn’t wrong I don’t mind just to say sorry! It’s not like a big deal. I’m not going to die the moment I say sorry. SOMETIMES IS NOT ABOUT THE GOAL BUT THE WAYS. IT’S NOT ABOUT THE END, BUT THE JOURNEY.

Even if he indeed tries to ruin my car, I’ll let him to be accountable on it, oh I swear God. He won’t let me to walk away from something I didn’t do, I will not let him away from something he does. The crazy dad doesn’t like her daughter to be disrespectful, so I like being disrespectful by you? How does he think my father will feel? You don’t bully a single woman yet alone got scared, lol!

Then after I felt bad for the people who work there. That they have to watch such thing, I was putting a very bad behavior. But I remember the look from the supervisor, she was like trying to give me the same condescending look without knowing the real story. Now I’m not a very judgmental person but I believe in see more than meets the eyes. I pray hard that she will experience the same thing. Oh believe me, I will! I Or perhaps I know nothing about her, like she has dealt with such things thousands times. Since she kinds of look like one. Well seems like the many years of enslavement got her stupid. I just hate how numbers (age) doesn’t confirm someone’s maturity (wisdom).  

But then I rethink again. Why I feel ashamed with people who work there, that I had put a bad scene in there for them. Incase if I decide to visit again. But yet, I was not doing anything like joining myself in terrorism, prostitution or maybe corruption that makes me be the most wanted. My problem is only with that single pussy crazy guy, not everybody.

Look no matter where you are, whether you are in the city of love Paris, New York, Boston or even in a small town where you are still nothing to be known of. Promise to yourself that you will never lose or leave yourself behind. Always take that “respect” along with you. I mean take my story as the example, who the hell this guy think he is, arrogantly pushing me to bow down before his words. He probably thinks that he is Queen Elisabeth or god. The thing is, I won’t even bow myself to God if he doesn’t give me any respect. I believe the creator will respect His creation by giving them the kind of life that they deserve. Let alone a psycho with a cheerleader guts. Don’t ever let anybody to disrespect or dishonor you.

When people are heading to a new place, or moving to a new place, or going on travel, they usually try to bring along them all kinds of stuffs that are necessary, they try to find out people in there and try to contact some relatives or connections to help them during their presence. They are so busy on doing that! It’s not necessary wrong, IT IS RIGHT! But let me tell you something, one thing that most people always forget to prepare for is themselves. Don’t forget to bring you along! You hold the most powerful impact in wherever you go, for you are the living one. Objects can’t make any changes FOR THEY ARE DEAD! Take me as an example, the crazy dad can’t accept the fact that a marble table can do that. So I took the chance, to make the change! Change to not LIVE IN REGRETS, AND FUC* WITH WHAT IFS! I’m going to turn around the world and make my own mark, I AM! The hell with whatever!

No matter how far you’ll go, or wherever you are, never ever try to lose yourself, always bring the same you to the new place, and that’s respect. If you really respect yourself simply being you! When you try to be someone else that you’re not that’s an indication that you hate yourself after all. I admit it’s easy to lose yourself in this world full of crazy things. Ain’t no money, objects, or the list of powerful people shall ever separate you from yourself. With whoever you’ll go, make sure you always bring you along, cause you may get lost in the journey. As I never regret to make any act and decision that I have made, for they that have made me who I am now. You are what you are for I am what I am. No matter what life throws at you. You’ll always be you! We’ll that’s it for today’s writing I hope there’ll be more later!