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Writing Maureen and Gale stalag intimacy is like-
Here we have Buck and his Wife Maureen and Buck’s Husband Bucky and one of these three don’t share well and it’s not the most likely of them all
…or maybe it is
#or maybe Bucky#maybe Maureen us a female metaphor for you that Buck feels safe to mouthfuck have we thought of that my sad prince?#Gale is out here trying to juggle and harem and not get eaten by a German Shepard#the don’t teach you this in bootcamp#Gale Cleven#John Egan#Gale x Maureen#those who can
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That lil house, between your legs, where all my dreams wait
A Sarge & lil Mama fic -the Proposal
Summary: Elvis informs a certain girl of his dreams that she’s gonna marry him…she’s got some concerns and conditions, one includes him making sure his babies will fit in her lil house
Warnings: Umm, the mild usual with this universe? Themes of breeding, housewife and innocence kink, ill informed consent regarding a pussy inspection and said pussy inspection and descriptions of a vagina (ok, it’s Elvis being a creep and looking up her skirt on her request, but made cute ok?) mentions of Gladys’ death
-February of ‘58 timeline change
“It’s been decided.” is the first thing out of his mouth that morning as he strides up to Elaine where she stands in the shade of her father’s porch.
She’d been over at Graceland all day yesterday and the evening, too, -most days here lately- trying to make him eat, trying to keep him company, trying to get him out of his mother’s closet. It had been in the reverse order of all that, but she had done it. She was the only human that Private Elvis Presley would take orders from, though he reckoned she didn’t guess that. Sweetly, softly, efficiently, she’d gotten him out and gotten him calmed down and gotten him fed. Probably would have put him to bed if he hadn't given her a weak smile and told her to run on now, he wanted to discuss something with her father.
And now he’s here on her porch, looking like maybe he did sleep after all, judging by the rumpled state of his usually pristine hair. It’s growing out a little since they shore him of his prized locks. She thinks he looks better this way, prettier and sweeter without the gel and the sulk. He looks older, too, the way his arms bulge from push-ups and bootcamp, highlighted by the way they bracket the porch posts as the heavy weight of his gaze flicks over her.
“What’s been decided?” Elaine asks him from the gloom of the porch, squinting at his looming silhouette as it’s outlined by the white, bright, February sun.
She’s unable to recall a single loose end regarding the funeral arrangements he had charged her to oversee. It’s over and down with. Miss Gladys is six feet below the sod in Graceland’s backyard and the fans and family have been hosted with impeccable hospitality by herself, the obituaries and memorials written, the flowers preserved as long as possible. Elaine noticed a few petals had started to fall from the Peace Lilly spray when she was over yesterday. She’d picked them up hastily, hoping he didn’t notice that even those were dying. The decisions are all over and done with, he’s due back to the army in a month. And she’s back to teach and produce at RCA.
“It’s been decided and don’t you go objectin, it’s for the best.” he repeats insistently, but his jittering leg gives away the bold act. He’s nervous, she realizes.
“What is it, Elvis?” she asks, voice soft and encouraging as it’s been all week.
“You’re gonna marry me,” he says, “talked it over with your daddy an’ everything, it’s settled. Graceland hasn’t got a mistress no more, and you belong there. Saw it all week, you’re perfect for it.”
He informs her -not asks, ask would imply some free will on her part- like it’s her required duty to the nation or something. Marry him. Like taxes or the draft.
“You outta your ever lovin mind?” she whispers, genuinely worried he’s snapped under the weight of his publically analyzed grief. She’s seen how useless Vernon has been in comforting him, she knows how lonely it gets when one’s mama isn’t there to comfort you for her dying on ya. Elaine really feels for him, she does.
He was there for her when it happened to her, so she’s been there for him. But she knows this can’t be more than a half baked idea.
“I’m dead serious.” he growls, his ferocity taking her aback, she shifts her weight from foot to foot and eyes him warily, “I told ya, it’s all settled, your daddy said yes, you ain’t got anythin to object to.”
“Don’t I just?!” she laughs, “Elvis, you’re just sayin this cause I’ve been with ya during these last few days, and you’re hurtin and you’re lonely and it’s understandable and I’ll be there for ya, always. But you just had a girl, and this’ll pass sure enough. You’re Elvis Presley, your life’ll go on after this. And, and I-well, I’ve been wanting to get married and I want babies and I’ve wanted it for awhile now. I’ve waited on ya to help me like ya promised but I won’t be played with, I won’t! Not even by you. Not even when you’re sore.”
“You want babies?” he asks, his voice low and a sweaty hand leaves the porch post and cups her cheek, calloused fingers digging into her scalp when she goes to pull away, “I’ll give ya babies.”
“I’m being serious, Elvis!” she complains, neck craned away from his assessment of her lips. She never jokes about children, and she won’t let him.
“So am I.” his soft, boyish face looks hopeful suddenly, and rather capable. “I’ll give ya babies, far more than most men could manage.”
“How?” she whispers, his persistent sobriety throwing her into confusion.
“How?” he repeats, copying her quiet tone, distantly hearing the faint squeak of the porch swing chains as the breeze lazily rocks it.
“Yes,” she hesitantly goes on, “how do you know you can? How does anyone know if they can?” It’s something that's bothered her for awhile now. The idea of marrying a man who fails to give her children like Mrs. Myers husband down the street. Five years married and no kids, it’s the talk of the neighborhood. Or those starlets who manage to never have a child and disfigure their waists, no matter the amount of masculine company they keep.
Elvis cocks his head to the side, a puzzled glimmer in his eyes as Elaine’s bashfully inquiring eyes plead with him to understand her burning curiosity. And when he does -fully understand her naïveté, that is- he feels his cock twitch beneath his belt.
“Wellll,” Elvis draws the word out and she is swaying towards him now, that boiling hunger to learn coiling her tight as she hangs on to his every syllable, “I’m pretty confident, it’s just a thing that a man can tell, ya see, it’s a guess, but an educated one. But, we could make sure.” he’s winging it at this point, and shaming his heavenly mother while he’s at it, but he can’t seem to stop himself, not now that he knows he’ll be her teacher and her claimer if he can just make her agree, “We could check and make certain I ain’t overpromisin’, make sure the furniture fits the house, if ya get my drift.”
She doesn’t get his drift. That’s plain to see by the quizzical furrow of her eyebrows and the gape of her plump mouth as she tries to make sense of his euphemisms. Clever and bright Elaine Phipps looking a bit dumb as she blinks up at him in the shade of her front porch makes him smirk wickedly.
“You want children?” she asks, instead of taking him up on his offer just now.
“Most certainly do, we talked bout this before, Elaine.”
“You were complainin bout Anita, back then. Anything to find fault with her, doesn’t mean ya like children.” she crosses her arms and it pushes up her girlish bosoms, pale and promising beneath her gingham check house dress. He’s gonna make those bigger, so plump they’ll spill over that merely adequate neckline.
“Look here you got it wrong, Anita and the rest, they were nice gals, yeah?” he concedes, but it’s just to launch his next explanation, “But they weren’t mama material, ya see? My mama, she told they weren’t fittin, and she told me you were. Just as all the twiggy boys and sleek doctors and the artists fellers ya hang round, they either want your money or they’ll only make decent beaux -but they ain’t gonna make good daddy’s. Mark my words.”
“And what, you don’t want my money?” she teases.
“Now, ‘Laney honey, I’m the one who makes ya your money.” he laughs, tweaking her nose with his fingers and she bats his hand away with a giggle. “And conversely ya own my voice, you’re on my label as a producer, right next to your ole man.”
“Speaking of,” she grows earnest, “ya know Sam Cooke? Signed onto RCA right after ya?”
“Yeah, what of ‘im?” he frowns, impatient this conversation has gotten derailed from its original purpose -to the topic of another man, and a swanky one at that, “You gonna marry him?” he balks.
“No, no! though if he asked…” she winks and he squeezes her waist in warning, feeling the soft flesh give under her girdle from his pressure. That’s how it’ll feel to hold onto her when she rides him.
“What bout him?”
“So, he’s gonna start another record company,” she looks so earnest and invested in the topic he has to let her go on, “one where the artists will have control and rights to their music! And he’ll stay at RCA in the meantime but he’s tryin’ to find supporters and other to join him, a few have already this first month. And, well -“
“What?” he asks again, and it makes her lashes flutter as she gets shy under his stare, “Ya want me to join?”
“Well yeah! Though I doubt Parker would let ya. But that isn’t what I was gonna tell ya.” she bites her lip, “My point is, the point is -that Sam has offered me to be a producer! I mean -Elvis! We’re talkin Cooke, Redding and Smokey and well Burke and- lord it would work for you! But the point is, I’m gonna be doin that, I’m thinkin of taking him up on it.”
“Now hang on a second.” he shakes her gently by his hold on her waist, “One minute you’re objectin to marryin me cause I’m ‘Elvis’ and you say that as if babies an’ me don’t go together like cookies and cream -and now here ya are all talkin bout hangin with cool cats and producin and climbin the laddeh. Which ya want honey? Thought you wanted to be a mama?”
“I’m just saying,” she stamps her foot in the little bit of floor space his crowding has given her on the porch, “You’re talkin bout marryin and Graceland havin a missus and meanwhile you’re gonna be gone across the ocean! How’s that make any sense? Ya don’t need a wife for that, I could be house sittin for ya just as well, while producin with Cooke in the meanwhile and when you get back, I’ve no doubt you’ll fall in with some starlet or other. See? There, fixed. Sensible plan now. And I agree to it, yer welcome.”
“Little girl, yer not hearin me at all.” he raps his knuckles against her oh so sensible yet silly head, her startled indignance the cutest thing he’s ever seen, “I want me a woman to marry before God, to give my children to, to raise those children to a right legacy, to help me make a change for good in all this mess. And I want that to be you.” he articulates the last sentence clearly and prods his index finger against her chest, like the finger of fate marking her out for this.
“Elvis i-“she shakes her head adamantly, and he thinks it must be a little hard for her to understand that his every daydream, every evening prayer, every midnight spill into the sheets these last two years have been about making a family outta her. But she will get the vision, she’s gotta. She has to. Or else. Else he’ll do somethin rash and unchristian if she doesn’t relent to bind herself to him before he goes back to Fort Hood.
Somethin real rash, like wring her neck or admit he’s a goddamn slave for her. Embarrass them both. She probably can tell, the way he’s gripping her and nearly salivating over such close proximity to her lips and body and everything. He has to remember his mama, has to remember how to treat the gal she pointed out to him in the manner befitting a new Mrs Presley.
“You want babies? Hmm?” he’s breathing in her exhales he’s so close, as she’s bowed backwards as he leans in, her little head almost bumping her fathers front door in an effort to keep their lips apart, “I’ll give ya babies. You wanna make good music? The best in music is holdin ya right now, baby. You wanna make a difference? I know ya do, ya want power and ya want security and money and ya want love, don’t ya? Way I see it, I’ll give ya that. Better and more of it than anyone. Sensible plan, ain’t that what ya called yours? Well, here’s one, damn sight more sensible than yours and tryin all this solo.”
Her pretty lips are puffing with each labored breath she takes to steady herself and her eyes track over his face intently, and he knows she weighing the pluses and the minuses, his fame verses money and his moods over his devotion and his appetites over his loyalty and anonymity over influence. The hands she has pressed to his chest to keep them apart soften with each passing moment.
“But -do ya even love me, Elvis?” she asks, a note of something very sad but a little hopeful lingering in her voice. Like she’s mourning the fact that she’s considering this for all the reasons that make her so wonderfully practical, but the girl in her can’t help but wish for a little romance.
A gust of a breeze whips her hair around her in a swirl of brushed out curls and her eyes sparkle even in the porch’s shade. He cups that precious, brave little face in his hands and presses her against the screen door, neighbors and street traffic be damned
“Oh honey,” he gushes then, cool demeanor abandoned and all that lovely passion she adores in him coming out at last, “I have for a long while now. And I can’t think of a stronger way of showin ya than to give you my babies. To make a life with you, give ya mama’s house and my name. Please say yes, Elaine. Please, please I need ya to say yes.”
“Oh Elvis,” she breathes, feeling him hold her and promise to her and want her is every bit as naturally compelling of obedience as that night of the funeral, but she never once imagined it as his wife, “I just don’t wanna be alone Elvis,” she tries to make him see her true fear, “I’m real honored by this but, but I’m so lonely and I want all this so I won’t be! And you’re gonna be gone. Gone to Germany and then gone to make music and movies and-“
“I’m gonna take ya with me! Always, always together, I swear!” he closes the distance and presses his lips to hers firmly despite her lack of response, “I need me a wife, Elaine,” he pants against her mouth and she can smell the spearmint of his gum, “I need a good woman, and you’re the one mama pointed out to me. Shouldn't of put it off so long but I-I was a fool. I need ya with me everywhere I go, don’t send me across the ocean without you! Don’t, you wouldn’t be so cruel, please baby, please!”
He’s not sure how it happens but he’s slumping down the length of her body, hands sliding along the gorgeous outline of her and suddenly he’s on his knees, painted boards hard against his knees, begging like a groom oughta, his face is pressed to her womb. This womb he’s got such plans for and such right to and he has to make her see that in his head they’ve been married for years already. “I’ve taken care of ya, haven’t I?” he begs her to remember, “You trust me to take care of ya, to love ya, to cherish you, don’t ya, Elaine?”
The kicker is she does. And she’s not sure why she worries more is needed. All she wants right now is to be needed, and the crying, grieving young man clinging to her right now needs her badly. She runs her fingers through his hair soothingly and likes the way that makes him shudder. “Will you always need me, Elvis? Really? Even when good times come round again?” she asks what really worries her.
He pulls his face away and looks up at her, lips puffy and his dark lashes clumped from tears, “Always, Elaine, always.”
“And you’ll give me Graceland?”
“Yeah, course baby, you’ll be my wife, it’ll be yours!”
“I mean...legally, you’ll give it legally.” she doesn’t ask this time, she’s stating conditions.
“I-I-if it matters so much, sure. What’s some more papers?” he laughs. “Why?” he adds with a flicker of dread.
“You won’t divorce me if I’ve got Miss Gladys’ house, will ya?” she explains and has the audacity to grin.
It hurts deeply that she still doesn’t get just how badly he wants her for all eternity. “Why you talkin bout divorce, honey?” he asks wounded.
“So many people get them.” she says mournfully, “And mostly entertainers.”
“That's cause they marry icy bimbos and are selfish bastards.” he states, rising up to his own two feet again, the topic back on safe ground -ground he has the upper hand in. “See, darlin, there’s plenty of men who want wives, and cause the wives want children they tell the poor girls they want kids, too. But they don’t, so once the wives have got the kids they move on. Real dastardly thing to do and more common than you realize. And with your money and your looks, you’ll have a line of such good for nothin bastards linin up with fake promises. You understandin me?”
“Yeah.” she swallows thickly, knowing he knows far more about all this than she does.
“So it’s important to marry someone ya trust, right?” he prods.
“Yeah.”
“More so than even someone ya love, dontchu think?”
“I suppose so.” she nods, care creasing her face, “You don’t mind that I don’t love ya Elvis?” she asks worriedly, “Because I am really fond of ya, and I enjoy you I just -I don’t think I love ya.”
“I’m willin to bet that’ll come.” he says solemnly, “And I’m willin to put in the work to make it grow. Just as I will our babies.”
Her face softens at the mention of the longed for babies. A smile even plays around her mouth, beginning to plump up her cheeks. “Will ya check, then?” she whispers.
“Check what?” he asks, absently thumbing the beautiful line of one of her collarbones.
“If it’ll work.” she blushes, ignorance both emboldening and shaming her all at once, “Make sure we can make babies for sure, you and I.”
“Gotta do that before you say yes?” he laughs, disbelieving and feral at the prospect.
“Yes, it’s important to me, Elvis.” she remonstrates against his humor. “Most important thing of all.”
“A-a-alright, I-I-I’ll check.” his mouth runs dry at the prospect of seeing, smelling, maybe even wetting his fingers in that place he’s wrung himself dry imagining night after night and morning after morning. And the fact she’s asking, offering -under ill informed pretenses as it is. “Can’t do it out here.” he whispers, the depravity of his taking advantage like this actually taking a toll on his bravado.
“Come in then,” she whispers in turn, though from a different motivation, “but be quiet, daddy’s still sleeping, ya kept him up so late.”
She opens the creaky screen door with painstakingly slow care, and the large wooden one, too, with its familiar stained glass windows. It is cool and dark without a lamp on or blind raised inside their den, she’d barely gotten dressed and come downstairs to start breakfast when she heard his car peel out in the front drive.
She spins around just short of the coffee table, her circle skirt swirling and swooshing tantalizingly, no stockings on yet as she wasn’t prepared for guests.
“Where should I….” she trails off as she surveys the different flat spots upon which to perch for this examination, her devout ignorance of the socially condemned nature of it all giving her a chipper confidence that Elvis finds throbbingly attractive in an unschooled virgin.
His voice sounds gravelly and about three octaves deeper than usual when he croaks out, “Anywhere's fine -how bout here…” he picks her up by her waist to sit her on the high top, Oriental imported side table, a gift her father gave her mother as an anniversary present.
It’s taller than the couch and it lets her legs dangle apart naturally. He could easily take himself out and slide right into her at this level. It makes him dizzy when he hears her shaky exhale as he seats her, belying a real, deep seated nervousness on her part that he’ll find some abnormality with her that will crush her dreams. The fact he’s certain she’s not as nervous over a red blooded boy lifting her skirt and looking at her bare cunt makes him so painfully hungry to devour her that he has to gnaw on his bottom lip to keep from groaning. -And taking advantage of what’s not yet his. For his mama's sake, for his mama's dream of this, he’s gotta keep ahold of himself and refrain from anything God might find fault with. For them to be punished with barrenness because Elvis couldn’t hold back before the proper time would be too cruel. He can’t do that to Elaine or himself. He’s gonna be the man in her life, has already been so for awhile now, and he’s gotta do right by her. He thinks this even as he gives her lips another peck and sinks to his knees to give her pussy an inspection that is as futile as it is arousing.
He rubs at her thighs over her dress soothingly, though by her quick breaths he suspects she’d rather he hurry and give a verdict. Her eyes that have been turned towards the staircase, making certain father is still asleep, drop to his face expectantly.
“Here I -let me, I should probably-“ she says determinedly and suddenly she’s pulling at her skirt, the thin fabric sliding from beneath his palms as she lifts it and then he’s holding onto warm flesh instead as she gathers the fabric to her waist.
He chokes on his own spit at her innocent brazenness and has to glance away for a moment from the blood stirring sight of graceful thighs bracketing plain white panties, a wet patch visible on the crotch and a few stray wiry curls sneaking out from the seams at her groin.
“You ok?” she asks, and the genuine concern in his voice tells him that the agonizing need he feels is visible on his face.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re just so goddamn pretty.” he admits, truth the only thing he can manage to blurt and it serves him well.
She looks relieved and gives him a pleased smile and chooses to spread her legs wider. So wide in fact that she has her heels propped on the sideboard beside her hips. Who needs stirrups for an examination when a girl can bend like that? Bend…oh god he can’t wait to bend and bury and dump inside her…
Elvis has never wanted to dive face first into a muff so bad in all his life. The wedding is gonna have to be next week. He can’t wait longer than that, he doubts he’ll sleep a wink until he knows what she tastes like.
“Can you tell like this?” her soft voice reminds him he gave her a fucking excuse for this perverted cock tease torture and he reels through the options of backing out now or pushing this a little further. “Or do you need to move these?” she voices the second option for him, the barrier of her panties implied if not mentioned.
“Yeah, gotta look at the lil house.” his voice comes out wavering and wrecked, “Lemme just-“ he tentatively raises his hands to her precious place and hooks his fingers to the cotton panties and pulls them to the side.
She’s so goddamn pink. Glistening and swollen like she’s been freshly teased. Something about him excites her, without her even knowing. Her curls are sopping wet, they slick up his fingers as he holds her apart, and in their strands they’re trapping the most delicious essence he’s ever smelled in his entire life. She hasn’t shaved, she hasn’t primped, she hasn’t stretched herself out, she’s exactly as God made her and he’s the first man to see it.
It causes him to whimper, long and gut wrenched, his whole throat throbbing as he wiggles on the floor.
“Oh…Jesus.” he wheezes.
“What?” she demands peering down at him, and she’s the authoritative one here, now that he’s all but humping the floor in his delicious misery of viewing Elaine Phipps’ perfect, unused cunt. “Will it work? Is something wrong?”
“No no no.” he garbles out, one hand slipping from her slick folds and gravitating to his own lap out of natural instinct, crushing his twitching bulge into submission, “You’re perfect, Elaine, absolutely perfect.” he wants to cry, maybe because he's so horny, maybe because he loves her so damn much. He’s really not sure, nothing makes sense except that he was meant to live inside that perfect little haven of hers that is honest to God trickling before his very eyes. His thumb involuntarily swipes up and spread it to her clit, making her buck towards his attentions.
“It’s achey, Elvis, it’s always achey.” she informs him, “Does that mean anything? Is it wrong?”
And he knows she means wrong as in humanly abnormal, not morally incorrect. He’ll never let her know anyone would think differently. As long as he possibly can he’ll keep her eager and unabashed.
“Nah honey, nah that’s a good sign.” he breathes heavily, still stroking that dribbling, untried place, “Means you’re fertile, means you’re ready for a baby. It’ll keep achin till ya have one in ya.”
“Oh.” her mouth rounds childishly and she nods as if this were a sudden epiphany.
“We should give ya a baby, then, shouldn’t we?” he prods now that he’s got her attention and her arousal.
“I’spose so.” she agrees, tentative, her lip drawn between her teeth, still contemplating this marital bargain with the fabric of her hem crushed in her palms. “Your babies’ll fit?” she asks once more for good measure.
His babies. She’s no idea it’s his cock she should anticipate. “Yeah, perfect fit. Don’t think anyone else’s would.”
“Oh….good.” she lets out a massive sigh of relief she has been holding in for most of her teenage years.
“Gotta marry me, first.” he reminds, swirling his thumb faster and she keens a little before remembering her father upstairs, “I can’t go round givin babies to someone who ain’t my wife, ya know.”
“Alright.” she agrees to marry him in a soft whisper, her hand coming to cover his own tenderly as it works between her legs, stalling his distracting movements.
“What’s that?” he asks again, breathless with hope.
“I’ll marry ya Elvis, if you’re sure we’ll work.”
“I’m sure.” he swears, watching the way her pink hole flutters, “I’ll give ya a baby and fix the ache, darlin. Won’t have to fret over anything again your whole life.”
The floorboards upstairs creak and Elvis nearly yelps in shock, so far gone was he in their own little world he’d forgotten that he’s got her spread bare in her father’s den. He stands up abruptly and pulls her skirt down gently, making her proper again.
Wedding night. He’s gotta wait till the wedding night before trying anything, or even explaining the mechanics of it, he thinks. He doesn’t wanna spook her, and he wants to have her stuck with him before he drops that final little detail about the necessity of a man going inside and blowing his load in order for the miracle of life to occur.
Yeah, that’s not something you tell a skittish little girl who just barely agreed to marry you for your mansion and security.
He’s pulled from this scheming by the feel of her arms winding around his neck, drawing him forward gently and to the immense relief of his battered heart he realizes she is about to kiss him. It’s a sweet kiss, gentle and tentative and growing in surety as she decides she likes it, and it’s the loveliest one he’s ever had, made so by the relief that she must care for him somehow, even if it’s no match for the insane obsession he harbors for her. It’ll do, it’s a seed he can water and grow.
“You’ll stay for breakfast?” she asks him as they pull away, drowsy and a little cross eyed from how long they’ve smooched.
“Love ta.” he murmurs, pulling her off the table and drawing her close so he’s holding her to him, swaying gently and savoring the feeling of his soon to be wife as she nestles into his chest.
Father comes down shortly after.
“It’s settled, sir.” Elvis informs him, a respectful title tacked on to a declaration that leaves no room for argument from either of you, “She’s agreed. And I’m the happiest of men.”
Most fathers might tell him, “congratulations” or “welcome to the family” or if it were someone besides Elvis Presley they might venture a “be true to her.”
Father says not a word, all advice and remonstrance and conditions already expended on this headstrong young man the night before. He surveys the young people as they embrace with a genuine smile on his lips and a world of melancholy in his eyes. Elaine wonders if he is mourning the loss of his own bride, or mourning her future as Elvis’.
For Elvis, though, that day is remembered as the most joyful and blessed of days when he lucked out and snagged the loveliest creature living. And how he came to eat French toast and cantaloupe beside her father without having washed his hands.
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You have me in my feels lately with all these requests omg. If you can, I’d love to see soft Billy after a fight with a reader. Can you imagine him being all soft and puppy dog like trying to reconcile with the reader to take him back? 🥺💕 and even though he’s such a pain in the butt, who can resist him? I know I wouldn’t be able to lmao
aaaah yes i will give this a shot!! :) ps i wasnt sure if r would actually break up w him after a fight so instead of take him back its more like a forgive and move on situation !! hope thats ok:)
He appears in the doorframe, holding onto the knob as if expecting you to tell him to piss off. But you don’t. Of course you don’t, because that’s what he does.
Something inside of him twisted when you had spun on your heel to seek refuge in your bedroom. Your shiny eyes dissolved all his organs into a guilt-flavoured goop, and now it sloshes inside of him with every step, bubbling up and sitting not quite right in his stomach.
He shifts his weight from foot to foot, fingers twisting tighter around the knob. His cheek indents where he begins to chew it, and your sniffle breaks the silence. Your eyes sting and you sit with your knees to your chest for comfort, wishing that the awful hot shame and hurt inside you would dissipate at last. He inhales slowly, his eyes flit over to you.
“Listen, Y/N. It’s for your own good, if you’d just—“
“My own good? Billy, I’m an adult. I can make my own choices, and you need to respect that.” Keeping your voice steady is challenging.
“Yeah, I do, I do.” He says it fast, knowing it’s what you want to hear.
“No, you don’t. I can see it in your face; you’re more worried about yourself, Billy. You want to protect your feelings, not me,” more tears silently trail down your cheeks, hot to the touch. Your realisation is one that shatters your heart, snapping in two the idea that William Butcher might actually care about someone else.
He shakes his head, “No, no!” His walk forces the end of his coat to fly behind him, and the bed dips when he sits next to you, knocking you off balance.
He steadies you and his eyes are glassy. Veins of red poke through the whites and you’ve never seen this side of him before.
“That ain’t true. I ain’t gonna lose you over some fuckin’ scrap one day that wouldn’t’ve happened if you weren’t there. Been there before, and I ain’t doing it again.”
You hug yourself tighter, feel his fingers by your thigh.
“Teach me how to fight, then,” you say. “You were in the army, right?”
“I ain’t setting up a bootcamp underneath a bloody pawn shop.”
You’ve run out of words that won’t blow into another argument, so you opt to look at him, pleading for both of your sakes because you need to walk around without Butcher’s impending wrath and Butcher needs to work through his trauma.
He crumbles. Sighs and runs a hand over his face.
“Alright. Alright, you win,” you smile at him but then he takes your face into his hands. “But you’ve got to take this seriously. No jokes, no wasting time. This is for you.”
For you.
“Yeah, of course,” you say wetly, relieved at the outcome. He leans back against the pillows and takes you with him until your head is resting on his chest and his hand is stroking your hair.
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if you’re comfortable, could you dive more into your military family/background? like just lil facts or something, whatever you wanna share! i just love learning about stuff like this, learning about other peoples lives, especially because im a huge maladaptive daydreamer and into creative writing, n my current obsession is the military / SAS and im just curious about what things are actually like, from a personal perspective.
and if not that’s perfectly okay!! ❣️❣️
i cant say too much because the family members that have served, many of them have signed different kinds of NDAs (non-disclosure agreements, so i haven’t been told too much) but I can talk about some of my dad’s experience. My dad was in the Navy and he was a machinists mate nuclear. He worked on a submarine and worked on some things and witnessed some things he had to sign NDAs for. He managed to meet a couple of SEALs and had in depth conversations with them. My dad easily dehumanizes folks due to his time in the service, too. He was never special forces, but it’s very important even basic bootcamp teaches you to dehumanize folks. that’s the point of it!!
My dad’s dad was also navy, although i don’t remember his specific rate (rate = job, it’s the navy version of job/MOS or “military occupational specialty”) but i do remember it involved fighting, he was a ww2 if i remember right. My mom’s dad was air force, also a ww2 vet, he was a pilot of some sort, retired now. old bastard is somehow alive 😭 (my parents were born in the 60s).
a hard topic.. one of my babysitters (who is a family friend) is a veteran who went to afghanistan. (reminder im american). he didn’t come back the same and not all of him came back.. and he came back very.. violent if that makes sense?? he never hit me, his wife, or his kids, but he is very dehumanizing. he was some sort of special forces and this guy is messed up.
growing up, my dad wasn’t like.. strict, he wasn’t around too much, but you could tell the military changed his life. he always refers to the family as a team instead of individuals (the military does that to you, strips you of individualism and gives you the team mindset). he’s a great leader and he’s one of my role models as a human being in the real world. i grew up and got educated by him and the internet about the military, so i know quite a lot. if you have any specific questions about literally anything, i can try my best to answer!!!
i’m also going into the military and i’m open to questions abt that :-)
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Lope: That Mirelle can be scary.
Jackalope: Hah, it's hard work in maintenance huh? I can't even begin to relate. My prisoners love me.
Lope: Ever consider the only reason they like you is because you have a guard for them to hurl all their animosity at. They probably don't even consider you being responsible for their predicament as a possibility.
Jackalope: ... Nah, I'm incredibly likable. So, it's only natural that they'd like me too.
03/05/24 9:45 PM
Mirelle: Huh, those guys weren’t lying... The lockers in here do open once we answer the question on the card- how obtuse. Nayo: This is ridiculous who sets up a system like this. How does writing on a card unlock the locker? Mirelle: It’s not like I would know… Ina: I wonder what the guys got as questions. Mirelle: Hm you sure you don’t just mean you wonder what Daniel got. Ina: Wow…seriously that’s so not cute you know. Like honestly a girl can’t have some harmless fun anymore. Mirelle: At his expense, right? Ina: Ahn, details. Sides fun is best had when it’s not at the expense of yourself ya know. Nayo: Shh- Be quiet for a second… I thought I heard something. Ina: Eww! Mirelle: Hey- Get off me! Ina: Ew gross, gross something furry rubbed against my leg- I don’t want to see. I don’t wanna- Mirelle: Girl what do you think it was? Ina: This place is old what if it was- was- Nayo: A rabbit? Ina: Huh- No, a spider. If it was a rabbit that’d be fine. Nayo: No, I mean there’s a rabbit down the hall. It also took our cards. Mirelle: … Ina: Huh… Nayo that’s not a rabbit. Nayo: Yeah, it is. Ina: Uhn-uh. Rabbits don’t have horns. Or clothes usually. Mirelle: Guy…clothes. Nayo: Well people dress up their pets all the time. Um Mirelle- Mirelle: DIE! Ina: Ah- Nayo: . . . Mirelle: GET OVER HERE YOU PERVERT RABBIT I’LL GOUGE YOUR EYES CLEAN OUT! PEEK AT ME WILL YOU- Nayo: I think this may be a trigger of hers. Ina: No, what tipped you off. Lope: This girl’s fast! A passage, a passage where’s a passage. Mirelle: I’ll teach you the importance of privacy- When I get my hands on you I’ll shave off all your fur and put you on display like a show dog you son of- Lope: ! Nayo: It’s just a rabbit calm down! Mirelle: Let me go! I’ll get you rabbit- I’ll get you and all your peeping kind! Ina: Um…we still need to get changed. Nayo: You don’t think I realize that! Ina: Well, excuse me…
Q.02 What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen?
Mirelle: Pfft, this place for sure. What is this a bootcamp?
Q.06 Who are the worst types of people?
Ina: People who pretend to care about the rules or are super caring just to save face.
Q.10 What’s your worst subject in school?
Nayo: It's a toss-up between English and Art.
Previous Timeline Interactions
#milgram oc#Mirelle oc prisoner 002#Ina oc prisoner 006#Nayo oc prisoner 010#Lope milgram oc jackalope
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hello guys! i come with a plot call for the first time since... i joined wow! i have recently dropped almost all of my threads and kinda need to get back in the groove of it. unfortunately, we’re going to have to brainstorm together for non-event stuff, because my creativity has been drained by the trimester change is currently mia. for those who don’t know milan or don’t know her much, i’m using this post to make a small reintro, an update and a tracker all in the same place.
to make things easier, please leave a like if you are interested in plotting in general or comment debut preparation, novascope or nova iueventa if you are interested in a specific event ! i want to rp with as many nova girls and boys (yes that’s how i call yall) as possible lol !
good to know: milan (20) is a small town girl who moved to korea 4 years ago. she joined legacy in january 2021, and as of april 2023 is part of the debut lineup of nova. she’s extroverted, bright and strives to make people around her happy. she also doesn’t fear approaching new people... unless she biases them (current biases: type zero’s dowoon and nathan + nathan’s manager). she’s a big kpop stan but her ultimate groups are type zero and nova (biases everybody; mega girlcrush hayoung; puppy x koala of eunhye). on the other hand, she doesn’t like revealing too much of herself to others, especially her worries and negative traits. she doesn’t let people near and is likely too attached to the only person she truly can be herself with.
lately: future dreams hasn’t been an easy challenge for any of the contestant, and milan is no exception. since the debut bootcamp, milan has been painfully aware of how much she’s lacking, and future dreams has made her develop a full blown imposter syndrome (that she has kept to herself for now). making it in nova hasn’t ease any of that, quite the opposite
nowadays: after the finale, milan has only taken the time to meet with her best friend ( @lgcxnoeul ) before leaving for her hometown for almost the rest of the week. outside of noeul, the only person she has directly talked about the results of the finale is @lgcakio. during her time away, she’s been quite introspective and, being a practicing catholic, turned to the bible to find encouragement and teachings that could help her go through her currently worries. for now, she’s still seeking, and spends most of her alone free time reading her bible.
private matters: milan isn’t just seeking guidance for her worries concerning her career, but for heart matters too. she still has experience when it comes to flirting and relationships, but she does have feelings for someone who, unfortunately, she knows doesn’t and wouldn’t reciprocate her feelings. however, this knowledge is not enough to make her heart change what it desires, much to her dismay and, at times, sadness.
okay ! finally, here we are lol
CURRENT EVENTS
debut preparations: @lgcnayoung
novascope: @lgcminseo & @lgcmiyu
nova iuventa: @lgcminkyu & @hyunsoolgc & @leolgc ( could take one more ! )
peripera: @lgcnabi
OTHER THREADS
let’s toast to that - @lgcyeonwoo (let me know if you wanna drop ! )
sugar rush - @lgcaera
combo - @lgcyuuki
the stronger the rain, the stronger we become - @lgcareum
re:connect - @lgcxnoeul
tba - @lgcsena
i’m plotting with a few people already but only listed those with confirmed settings !
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Pale 6.7
When she’d been asked and quizzed back when they’d started the practice, she’d decided that more than water, than fire, than iron, wood, or air, the element that was most her was smoke. Smoke warned of imminent fire, and smoke lingered after those fires had gone out. Smoke could be abrasive, could be cleansing in some spiritual contexts.
this explains her glamour transformations
Stretching across the line, doing its own writing, was an arm, slender, black-skinned, and prickling with goosebumps. The nails were like red-tinted crystal framed in metal, the skin had a faint smokey texture to it, and the wrinkles at the knuckle and the crook of the elbow had deeper, almost tarnished texture within them.
this is cool! love the manifestation of the implement
Lucille Desiree Ellingson–-Practitioner and protector of Kennet.
I love the symbolic naming you get in rituals
By default, the most comfortable she’d ever seen him, he had the aura of a blustery, arrogant, alcoholic teacher or principal dropped into the middle of a gang-ridden school to be the counterpoint to the protagonist’s stern-but-gentle, world-wise approach. Man, she hated those movies.
I saw Stand and Deliver at least three times at school
(also, while trying to find that title, I looked up another inspirational teacher movie my school showed us, about teaching shakespeare at a bootcamp, which apparently has a rotten tomatoes score of 12%. why were we shown that.)
By contrast, Ted Havens looked like he’d picked up his clothes at a thrift shop and cut his own hair, but he wore it well.
Aspirational. I have decided I like Ted.
Much like world peace, unity among practitioners is not had by sharing, caring, and a leveling of the playing field.
I love that Bristow is trying to frame Alexander as some naive hippy feelgood teacher, despite Alexander's overwhelming rat bastardness
“Such a one sided education. More’s the pity, Alexander.” Lucy wished she knew what they’d said. Mr. Hennigar smiled.
oh cool, is the implement ritual retroactively letting Lucy eavesdrop?
You should have been here, Tymon, Lucy thought. Big brother’s responsibility. There’s too much going on.
I think Booker set the bar pretty high for older brothers
“I like you too much. Avery Kelly, I bind you by the names Pam, by Ms. Hardy-”
I'm glad Verona's having fun
She emerged, using the black rope, from smoke and flame, fire licking her as she came at Liberty from behind.
really like this visual, also a neat way of using the rope
“Better for who? Not me. My friends are my priority here,” Avery said, unflinching. “Play your shallow power games with someone else.”
fuck yeah!
“Your intention seems to be that you’re making yourselves very prominent wild cards, and then offering to take yourselves off the table.”
I think being powerful enough to not be worth messing with was exactly what you were arguing for at the beginning of this lesson
“You want me to trust myself?” Lucy asked. “I am an expression of you and your Self. I am made of the care and attention from two members of your triad. I am to make you shine, my practitioner. But you must meet me halfway. You know too many things and don’t believe them and you think you believe things but can’t know them. This is like a hurt, a flaw. At the heart of you. It threatens to shatter you. This internal war has settled and gone quiet, this far from home and familiar sentiment, but it’s not silent. It swells in your heart. It hurts.” “I tell you nothing you don’t already know. You have always paid attention. You know you are loved but you don’t believe it.”
i love this so much. The phrasing of "my practitioner"...
And the lesson here! That Lucy does know what's going on, that she's smart and attentive and good at social dynamics and figuring things out. But she second-guesses that, doubts her own intuition and knowledge, and the not-knowing eats her up inside. And since so much of what she deals with are racist microaggressions, she never gets closure on them, never gets a concrete answer of if she as right or just overthinking it.
But when it comes down to it, the people in her life who matter trust her. Not just that they love and support her and are willing to back her up, but that they trust her judgement even when she can't. Avery and Verona don't really parse when what's going on is due to racism in the way that Lucy can see it, but they take her at her word. Her mom isn't always physically present, but she trusts Lucy's judgement. And Booker listens to Lucy talk through her observations, her theories, the doubt that chips away at her, and says "You're right. Stop doubting yourself."
Trust your keen attention, trust your friends to have your back, trust yourself. You know this without hearing it or being told.
“Will you chase that, and run from the question of love?”
feeling a normal amount of emotions about this
Class_RankR.
this fucker again
“I kissed her at the end-of-year party, and I met her eyes and I couldn’t believe how pretty she was. I’ve been in the same classes as her from the start, how have I never seen her before?”
Wallace's internal monologue giving major romance novel love interest vibes
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TRAINEE EVALUATIONS 007
SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER ( PART 1 OUT OF ??? ) SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: Cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise. for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.
later in the afternoon on JULY 10, SEO YOUNGJAE and SON EUNHO are present in the practice rooms as they watch the selected trainees enter the room one by one. listed below were the trainees who were called privately to arrive at the practice room:
BAEK BYEONGKWAN ( @lgcbk )
CHA HYOSEOP ( @lgchyoseop )
CHOI KAI ( @lgckai )
KANG MAXIMILIAN ( @lgcxmax )
KWON BAEKHYUN ( @lgcbaekhyun )
KWON HYUNTAE ( @hyuntaelgc )
“good afternoon.” SEO YOUNGJAE begins by greeting the trainees present before introducing the idol next to him, EUNHO, and what they’re about to do. “recently TYPE ZERO has lost two members and while this is unofficial, we’ve decided to take this time to find out who will be debuting in that group. unfortunately,” YOUNGJAE exaggerates the last word, indicating that what he’s about to say is anything but good news. “we felt that none of you are prepared to debut. there are many areas that all of you are lacking at and with us having limited time, all of you are brought here to participate in what could possibly be the most intense bootcamp or evaluation some of you have participated in.” even after revealing the most important part of the news, YOUNGJAE’s facial expression doesn’t change, still showing his poker face to the younger individuals.
“while TYPE ZERO is expected to have their comeback in a few months, they have other schedules to attend to. in the case of EUNHO,” YOUNGJAE turns his head towards the man next to him. “since BOMIN mentioned how much free time you have compared to the other members, you will be spending your time mentoring these trainees and practicing on your assigned skills too.”
for all of the trainees ( and EUNHO ), they will be told by YOUNGJAE the following skills that they will be asked to work on during this time:
BAEK BYEONGKWAN: SINGING, DANCING
CHA HYOSEOP: SINGING, KOREAN
CHOI KAI: SINGING, MANDARIN
KANG MAXIMILIAN: SINGING, PERFORMANCE
KWON BAEKHYUN: DANCING, PERFORMANCE
KWON HYUNTAE: SINGING, ENGLISH
SON EUNHO: SINGING, DANCING
the trainees in this group will not PARTICIPATE in TRAINING MISSION 014 because they will start their bootcamp training from today until AUGUST 12. HOWEVER, they will still be a part of LGC BOYS and their project.
SCHEDULES
for the trainees, they will be asked to learn the following songs:
JULY 10-15: BEFORE THE DAWN
JULY 17-22: MONSTER ( ENGLISH )
JULY 24-29: DIAMONDS ONLY ( MANDARIN )
JULY 31-AUGUST 5: BAD ALIVE ( ENGLISH )
AUGUST 7-12: SPRAY
since none of the trainees are asked to work on rapping, all of the songs that they will have to learn and perform in front of the coaches will be singing AND dancing only ( for songs that don’t have dancing in the irl reference, the coaches will show a choreography created just for this evaluation only ). if a song has a language listed next to it, that means that they will be learning the song in that language.
during JULY 10-25, SEO YOUNGJAE will not be present because he will be involved in TRAINING MISSION 014 and will be substituted with another coach ( JANG INSUNG ). also, EUNHO will be teaching all of the trainees the songs mentioned above and giving tips to them on what they could do to improve and prepare themselves for the evaluation. whenever the trainees are not available ( due to other schedules ), EUNHO will be having private singing and dancing lessons with JANG INSUNG.
EVALUATION & AUDITION
during the week of JULY 24-29, all of the trainees will be told beforehand that legacy is holding a private audition where each of them will be asked to perform one of the songs from PROJECT ORIGINS THE MUSICAL. results for that will not be revealed until the family concert 2k23 post.
furthermore, for their evaluation ( AUGUST 12 ) they will each be performing SPRAY in front of all of the coaches.
POINTS
as mentioned before, each of the trainees ( and EUNHO ) are assigned skills to work on during this period. to make sure that people meet the expectations set upon them ( both ic and ooc ), everyone involved will be required to gain AT LEAST 30 POINTS per person. this means that you must put at least 30 POINTS ( can be all 30 in one skill, or 15 and 15 with the two skills; doesn’t matter as long as you put 30 POINTS in total in one or both of the skills assigned ). ideally it would be best to get more, but it’s up to you how you would like to distribute those points. if EVERYONE meets this requirement before AUGUST 12, 11:59PM EDT, they will be given additional rewards for their efforts.
A FRIENDLY REMINDER…
just like the past evaluations and bootcamps, all of the boys involved ( including EUNHO ) are forbidden to tell anyone about the details of this project. to the rest of the trainees, this project is perceived more as training for a lgc family concert’s special stage. since debuting is the end goal of this particular project, all of the trainees involved will be carefully supervised and monitored during this time. because of the intensity of this training, all of the trainees CANNOT participate in the youtube shows/podcasts ( whether it is being a guest or host ).
WRITING REQUIREMENTS
FOR EUNHO
INTENSIVE TRAINING: write a 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) thread with another trainee about anything happening with the training ( ex. teaching them the choreography, giving tips on how to improve, etc. ) for +10 POINTS TO ASSIGNED SKILL ( SINGING/DANCING ) ! ** can be done up to two times as long as it is with different partners **
FOR EVERYONE ELSE
INTENSIVE TRAINING: write a 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) thread with another trainee or EUNHO about anything happening with the training for +10 POINTS TO ASSIGNED SKILL !
BONUS: write a 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) thread with another trainee or EUNHO ( not the same as above ) about anything happening with the training OR continue a thread that originally started ( ooc ) from the previous term/Q2 with 4 additional replies between now and AUGUST 12 for +10 POINTS TO ASSIGNED SKILL !
make sure to use the hashtag lgc:bgtraineeeval for everything pertaining to this mission. you have until AUGUST 12, 2023 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog:
MUSE NAME ∙ TRAINEE EVALUATIONS 007 - INTENSIVE TRAINING: +10 ( assigned skill ) [ LINK ] ** for EUNHO, this can be done up to two times ** - BONUS: +10 ( assigned skill ) [ LINK ] ** for everyone except EUNHO **
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December 23, 2024
Hi love!
I started this on December 22, in the morning, but now it is the afternoon of December 23, I always want to begin writing you as soon as I read your beautiful words, and I often do! I just don’t finish it! I was saying that I think there will be a device that allows for seamless communication without anything other than thought. Translate and interpreting each other instantaneously.
It was a little emotional for me to hear that you are addicted to stress, because I know it is not necessarily healthy for you, and for your lifespan. It is interesting to me to think that you know that you are not going to live as long as me, and you don’t think you are going to live super long! I always want to take care of you. I will always want to. I think you can have a long beautiful life. I think that meeting your soulmate might lengthen your life! :)
New Year’s Resolutions
DarkMozart! Yes, my love, I want to get this off and running!! I really do! Definitely two performances are possible! Peter's house and Chembach in May/June!
I want to learn a new skill that can earn me a salary remotely starting January 2026 or sooner! At the party, I talked to a guy that I have seen a few times at Doug and Sarah's. I cannot remember his name, but he works remotely. From his home, for a company in California. He pointed me toward a website where I can take online bootcamps for different technological careers, cybersecurity, user design (UX Design), engineers, and computer programmers. Then it helps you network and create a portfolio that is attractive to recruiters. I will check it out. And I am also excited to get on Preply! I want to get good at teaching English.
Social Media- I want to start posting on social media!!! I want to discuss teaching. I want to discuss the psychology and business side of teaching on Instagram and TikTok. I want to put myself out there! Could be fun!
Save $3,500,000.00 ($3.5M) in cash. This is how much I want to have saved by December 31, 2025! I think it could be higher, but this is my goal. In 2026, I want to pay off the rest of the $1.4M mortgage that will be owed for Casa 5. That leaves us with $2.1M. We can put a deposit down on a other property, and invest the money you won't have to spend each month on the payments on the US market and/or use it towards the mortgage! It makes me breathe a little easier that we are okay. But I will work 7 days a week like I have been doing when I am not home with you.
Cut down on unnecessary spending. There is an online trend called NoBuy2025. People are posting about all of the things they will not buy next year. No new clothing: unless I need something replaced. Including shoes. Grocery and restaurant limits, etc. I need to think about what I want to include. Hahaha soulmate, you don't have to do this trend!
Get back into exercise ASAP. Starting this up tomorrow! I want to get back to walking. Soulmate, when I have taken off this much time from walking I don't feel too good about myself hahaha you might have noticed I am not shirtless as much hahaha
LEARN MUCH MORE SPANISH. This is super important to me, so I will make the time to do this. I want to communicate to the community, future students, your parents, friends and you at a much more proficient level!
Continue to cultivate the ability to calm my body and mind so I can always take care of us.
My love, I love your goals! I am not sure if you can make it to the United States 3 times next year especially if we travel elsewhere next year! My sister’s wedding in July or August for a road trip if the visa doesn’t come in time. And then Christmas/New Years next year? 13 days! Maybe we can figure out a way to make that higher!
Your English is really great my love! It’s getting stronger and stronger. I want you to talk to my friend Nathália. I told her all about you when I talked to her a week ago.
I am proud of your exercise and it inspires me! You look so beautiful and relaxed after going to Mouv! Yes I know you are exhausted but there is a glow about you. 💪😘
Less than 6 days until we are back together! Until I can kiss your lips, your neck, your legs, feet, and hands. Until I can hug you and rememorize my soulmate’s body.
Haha I would write more but I just got a message from you saying you want to read me right now! I will write you more tomorrow when I travel to Washington DC. Te amo!
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What I Learned from My First Year as a Web Developer: Personal growth and challenges
Starting a career as a web developer is exciting yet challenging. Like many fresh graduates, I had high hopes, ready to tackle complex coding problems and create stunning websites. But my first year in the industry brought experiences that extended beyond the technical aspects of the job. It was a year of growth, not just in skills, but also in mindset and adaptability. In this blog, I'll share my personal growth journey, the challenges I faced, and the key lessons I learned as a new web developer.
1. Learning Never Stops
As a new developer, I realized very quickly that learning doesn't end when you land your first job. Technology is evolving at a rapid pace, and staying up to date is essential. There’s always a new framework, language, or tool that promises to make web development easier or more efficient. I constantly found myself in a state of learning, whether it was through online courses, blogs, or advice from senior developers. This mindset shift — from learning to pass exams to learning to improve as a professional — was crucial in my development as a web developer.
2. The Importance of Problem-Solving
One of the greatest challenges I faced during my first year was learning how to solve problems on my own. While coding bootcamps and university courses teach you the basics, they don’t prepare you for the real-world debugging and troubleshooting that come with the job. It’s one thing to write a function that works in isolation, and another to debug why your entire site crashes because of one missing semicolon. I learned that patience, attention to detail, and persistence are just as important as technical skills in web development.
3. Collaboration is Key
In my mind, I pictured web development as a solo task — me, my laptop, and lines of code. But the reality was quite different. I quickly learned that web development involves a lot of collaboration, from working with designers to discussing features with project managers, and even communicating with clients. This taught me the importance of effective communication. I also understood that a successful web development team requires seamless collaboration to ensure the project meets both technical and business requirements.
4. Balancing Design and Functionality
One challenge I didn’t anticipate was balancing aesthetics with functionality. As a developer, I often focused on making sure everything worked. However, my work with website development companies in Bhubaneswar��made me realize that how a website looks is just as important as how it functions. User experience (UX) plays a crucial role in web design, and I learned to appreciate the importance of creating websites that are both visually appealing and user-friendly.
5. Time Management and Project Deadlines
In school, deadlines were straightforward: complete assignments by a certain date. In the real world, time management became much more complex. Client projects often involve multiple tasks that must be juggled simultaneously. There were times when I had to prioritize urgent issues while ensuring the overall project stayed on track. Missing a deadline wasn’t an option, and I learned that clear planning and setting realistic goals were crucial for keeping projects on time and clients happy.
6. The Reward of Building Something from Scratch
Despite the challenges, one of the most rewarding aspects of my first year was the satisfaction of building something from scratch. From creating simple landing pages to more complex e-commerce websites, the feeling of seeing my work live on the web made every difficulty worthwhile. It was incredibly motivating to know that the websites I developed were helping businesses grow and succeed online.
7. Looking Ahead
As I continue in my career, I know there will be even more challenges and lessons to come. But thanks to the experiences and growth I’ve had in my first year, I feel confident in my ability to adapt and improve. My journey with website development companies in Bhubaneswar has taught me the value of patience, perseverance, and continuous learning — lessons I’ll carry with me throughout my web development career.
Wrapping Up
My first year as a web developer was full of ups and downs, but it shaped me both professionally and personally. The challenges pushed me out of my comfort zone, but they also gave me invaluable skills and insights. If you’re starting your journey in web development, embrace the challenges and remember that every problem you solve brings you one step closer to mastering your craft.
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Unlock Your Future with NextGen Filly Camp: Empowering Young Minds for a Tech-Driven World
Are you a recent SHS or JHS graduate eager to learn new skills and kickstart your journey in the tech industry? NextGen Filly Camp is your gateway to a future filled with exciting opportunities. Our online bootcamp is specifically designed to equip young minds like yours with cutting-edge tech knowledge, giving you a competitive edge in the ever-evolving digital world.
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Discover the Joy of Starting a Software Business
Starting a software business is an exciting adventure! It offers the chance to create innovative products, solve real-world problems, and reach customers globally. The software industry is vast and constantly growing, making it a great field for new entrepreneurs. Let’s dive deeper into why starting a software business is so rewarding and what steps you need to take to get started.
Why Start a Software Business?
Creative Freedom: When you start a software business, you have the freedom to create whatever you imagine. Whether it's a game, an app, or a tool to make life easier, the possibilities are endless. You can turn your ideas into reality.
Global Reach: Software can be distributed globally with ease. The internet allows you to reach customers from all around the world without the need for physical stores.
Low Startup Costs: Compared to other types of businesses, starting a software business can be relatively inexpensive. You don’t need a large office or lots of equipment. Often, a computer and some software development skills are enough to get started.
Scalability: Software products can be scaled easily. Once you’ve developed your software, you can sell it to as many customers as you want without needing to produce more copies. This makes it easier to grow your business quickly.
Solving Real Problems: Software has the power to solve real problems and make life easier for people. Whether it's improving productivity, providing entertainment, or helping with daily tasks, your software can have a positive impact on people’s lives.
Steps to Start a Software Business
1. Learn Coding and Software Development
To start a software business, you need to have a good understanding of coding and software development. Here are some ways to learn:
Online Courses: Websites like Coursera, Udemy, and Khan Academy offer courses in various programming languages and software development.
Bootcamps: Coding bootcamps are intensive training programs that teach you how to code in a few months.
Books: There are many books available that can teach you the basics of programming and software development.
Practice: The best way to learn is by doing. Start small projects to practice your coding skills.
2. Identify a Problem to Solve
Successful software businesses often start by solving a specific problem. Think about the issues you face in your daily life or problems that other people have. Here are some ways to identify a problem:
Talk to People: Ask friends, family, and potential customers about the challenges they face.
Observe: Pay attention to the problems people encounter in different settings, like at work, at home, or during their leisure time.
Research: Look for gaps in the market where no good software solutions exist.
3. Develop Your Software
Once you’ve identified a problem, start developing your software. Here are some steps to follow:
Design: Plan out what your software will look like and how it will work. Create wireframes and mockups to visualize your ideas.
Code: Write the code to build your software. Start with a simple version that includes the core features.
Test: Make sure your software works correctly by testing it thoroughly. Fix any bugs or issues that you find.
Get Feedback: Show your software to potential users and get their feedback. Use this feedback to improve your software.
4. Market Your Software
Marketing is crucial to the success of your software business. Here are some strategies to consider:
Create a Website: Build a website to showcase your software and provide information about its features and benefits.
Use Social Media: Promote your software on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn.
SEO: Optimize your website for search engines to help people find your software when they search for related terms.
Content Marketing: Write blog posts, create videos, and produce other content that provides value to your audience and promotes your software.
Email Marketing: Collect email addresses and send newsletters to keep potential customers informed about your software.
5. Sell Your Software
There are several ways to sell your software:
Direct Sales: Sell your software directly from your website. Use e-commerce tools to handle payments and downloads.
App Stores: List your software on app stores like the Apple App Store, Google Play, or Microsoft Store.
Subscriptions: Offer your software as a subscription service, where customers pay a monthly or yearly fee to use it.
Freemium Model: Offer a basic version of your software for free, with the option to upgrade to a premium version with more features.
6. Support Your Customers
Providing good customer support is essential to keep your customers happy and coming back. Here are some ways to support your customers:
Help Desk: Set up a help desk to handle customer inquiries and issues.
FAQs: Create a list of frequently asked questions to help customers find answers quickly.
Tutorials: Provide tutorials and guides to help customers learn how to use your software.
Feedback: Encourage customers to give feedback and use it to improve your software.
Conclusion
Starting a software business is a fantastic way to turn your ideas into reality, solve real problems, and reach customers around the world. With creative freedom, low startup costs, and the ability to scale quickly, the software industry offers endless opportunities for new entrepreneurs. By learning coding, identifying a problem to solve, developing your software, marketing it effectively, and providing excellent customer support, you can build a successful software business. So, why wait? Start your software business journey today and embark on an exciting adventure that can change your life and the lives of others. Happy coding!
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08.02.21
by Pascale Potvin
after Seduced: Inside the NXIVM Cult
That gripe of the city women with the men that tell them to smile—I do sympathize.
I’d accidentally joined a cult, at about nineteen. The members had claimed they’d help me find myself; I’d had no clue what ‘finding oneself’ might even entail, and so I’d figured I was the ideal candidate.
The company had created all of these personal development programs, and healthy lifestyle bootcamps, and all the more countless intensives. I had come to find, in the decade following, that finding oneself should be right down to the bone.
A similar sentiment was expressed to me, too, in more literal terms.
It would just be like digging into myself for gold, I thought; I knew I’d be happy if I was as thin as the others, that they were keeping me accountable in a way I couldn’t alone. I had paid a small debt, too, when I didn’t do my readings; my friends were only paving the roads on which I could push inward.
They did stop pretending, eventually, that the digital parts of my debt weren’t going up the ranks to the one man in the company—the only man, of course, that we’d ever need. Kenneth even broke the gap by texting me directly and often, asking for more pictures whenever he’d heard I’d eaten more than appropriate.
Though it was all innocent I was also all the way attracted to him, I will admit. How couldn’t I have been, knowing his mind, an aphrodisiac? Kenneth was playing Mozart by the age of six; he’d invented a new mathematics at just fourteen; he’d written books of philosophy in his twenties and boisterous prose. He knew he’d solve the hunger crisis as soon as he had the right influence; which teenaged girl wouldn’t worship such virtues no matter how aged?
So, like the others, I stared at every movement of his mouth as one would the Louvre’s latest.
Still, something was inexplicably wrong within me.
You don’t look too happy about it, Kenneth had responded to one November photo, just as I was turning back toward the road home. He had me stop in my tire tracks, again, to keep trying for a grin genuine enough for judgment.
I couldn’t understand why I kept screwing it all up, in the first place. I’d thought of him for so many miles of drives, had often rocked too far into the gas pedal; this task, for me, should’ve been easy. And yet ever since the start of our one-on-one classes I could only hold heat in my stomach.
Even once I managed an acceptable photo (good, but shave yourself when you get home, he’d reminded), I couldn’t feel the same indestructible that I had after his first teachings. The first part of myself I’d sent him had left me high, really believing maybe I could do anything;
It was devitalizing, not reaching something I’d once so easily held.
“So, did you finish your journal?” Alice asked when she found me loading the fridge.
“Yes. Almost,” I mustered for her.
“You know that I wanted it earlier.”
“Of course. But you asked me to fetch the groceries.”
“You know that making excuses only holds yourself back more,” she spoke, in almost a song. “I think I want you to get an early start tomorrow."
Early starts were always exactly four, inconsiderate of night classes prior.
“That isn’t really fair. I just couldn’t do it today," I retried.
But Alice no longer acknowledged me—and so I only put food away as she ate toast.
In a predictable pattern, I couldn’t enjoy my bath that evening either. My skin was still much hotter than the water surrounding me, my eyes still wetter.
Why couldn’t I get comfortable with anything? I had to wonder. What was I missing? Why was I not by some universe allowed to have what the other women had much more?
For months I had tried to tell Alice that I needed intervention—some extra guidance (please, I really needed it)—but she only ever told me I should work harder. I was the only one who could ultimately decide my own fate, with some help from Kenneth whenever he spared it.
After that, things had only seemed more hopeless.
Yet I started to think that if I acquired some proof that my concerns were solid, or a concrete example of how deeply my mind was wounded, then I’d only have to wait for our next family photo and then, she would see. (It was as I was moving my razor up my thigh that I had the quivering idea.)
Nothing happened, initially, when I moved the handle the wrong direction; I did it again just before the blood appeared, bringing with it a ringing pain. I gasped, the water around me.
I was on earth again, escaping.
A different panic came shortly, of course: there was no way Alice should see what I’d done. What an idiotic idea had overcome my idiot head, in its upset; now, everyone would come to see the cuts, and whether she would sympathize would depend on her mood.
Leaving the tub, I held some wet toilet paper against myself and searched the cabinet for some first aid. There was just one bottle of hydrogen peroxide, which bubbled and burned along with my stifling throat.
Later, I settled for toilet paper held up with tape.
There was no group photo for a few days thereafter, and so the first to see my marks was Kenneth at our next meeting. I was surprised to find he didn’t respond to my disrobing but to ask,
"What is it that you were punishing yourself for? Did it help?”
At that, I didn’t want to say anything wrong. “Not smiling well enough,” I mumbled. “And yes, I think it did.”
Kenneth nodded, and the most surprising part—the one that spread up from its cage in my chest through my neck—was when he lifted his head from its place between my legs and stood.
It was the first time I’d seen something in his pants, aroused.
I practically ran when he dismissed me, my vision all in swirls. He was supposed to be celibate beyond human capacity; he’d claimed he never took pleasure from the techniques. They were only for my benefit, meant to help me solve my issues with my body, with general vulnerability.
What had made his hardness too hard to conceal, this time? Was it my cuts? The idea that I’d bled? That I’d bled for him?
If it was just pain that made him bloody in one place, then, how could it be true he wanted us all to find joy?
Alice approached me the next morning, told me she’d like to go over my cuts with a cauterizing pen—to prevent infections, because of our minimalist healthcare, she justified—and I suspected she was making an excuse to brand me for him.
“You finally went out of your comfort zone this week. Let’s keep that rolling,” she was saying, with a coffee-stained sigh at my resistance. “If you get through this most intense pain, think about all the pain that’ll be so manageable in comparison.”
If I were to deny her request or, God forbid, leave entirely, I’d be more punished and my photos spread like spider legs. The cauterizing collateral. That video of me, forced to moan for my deceased father—it’d release like my body never could since the filming.
I had no choice but to take Alice’s advice, one way or another.
So, I accepted it not quite the way that she’d described.
I cut again, much more in the bath that night—this time all over the arms, again showing skin, finding myself in all of my blood and of course bone. Should I have gone even further?, I am wondering. Carved myself into the tiny thing of a woman Kenneth so desired?
Had he been taking secret pleasure, too, every time he’d kissed all of our cheeks and then our lips?
I went to the backyard before dawn and pushed my arms into the wet dirt, digging. I ran some blocks north, did the same in the garden of Blair and Beth and Jenny. I repeated and repeated. Digging for tetanic treasure. Looking for some lockjaw.
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Tips for Data Engineering Interviews
Interviews can be nerve-wracking, but with the right approach, you can turn them into a rewarding experience. So, let’s dive into some real-world tips that will help you ace your next data engineering interview.
First off, understand the role. It might sound basic, but you'd be surprised how many people don't take the time to really get this. Data engineering is all about building systems that collect, store, and analyze data. So, make sure you’re familiar with the tools and technologies used in the industry, like SQL, Python, Hadoop, Spark, and cloud platforms like AWS or Azure. Do a deep dive into the company’s tech stack if you can.
Next, brush up on your fundamentals. I can’t stress this enough. Make sure your basics in computer science, especially data structures and algorithms, are rock solid. Platforms like LeetCode, HackerRank, and CodeSignal are great for practice. Think of this as training for a marathon—consistent practice is key.
Now, let’s talk about practical experience. Theoretical knowledge is important, but what really sets you apart is hands-on experience. If you’ve worked on projects, talk about them! Whether it's a personal project, something from a bootcamp, or your previous job, be ready to discuss your role, the challenges you faced, and how you solved them. Employers love to see how you apply your knowledge in real-world scenarios.
Moving on, communication skills. Yes, you’re interviewing for a technical role, but your ability to communicate clearly and effectively is crucial. When explaining your thought process, pretend you're teaching a friend who’s smart but doesn’t know much about data engineering. This shows that you can break down complex concepts, which is a valuable skill in any team.
Another tip: prepare for behavioral questions. These questions might seem like a break from the technical grilling, but they’re just as important. Be ready to talk about past experiences, how you handle stress, work in a team, and deal with conflicts. Use the STAR method—Situation, Task, Action, Result—to structure your answers. It helps keep your response clear and concise.
Don’t forget to ask questions. An interview is a two-way street. Asking insightful questions about the team, the company’s challenges, or the data infrastructure shows that you’re genuinely interested in the role and thinking about how you can contribute. Plus, it gives you a better idea if this is the right place for you.
Lastly, be yourself. This might sound cliché, but it's true. Authenticity goes a long way. Show enthusiasm for the role, be honest about your experiences, and don't be afraid to admit if you don't know something. Interviewers appreciate honesty and a willingness to learn more than someone who tries to bluff their way through.
Interviews are as much about you finding the right fit as they are about the employer finding the right candidate. With thorough preparation, clear communication, and a bit of confidence, you’ll be well on your way to landing that data engineering role.
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Conquering the IELTS: How IELTS Pro's Classes in the UAE Can Help You Achieve Your Band Score Target
Conquering the IELTS: How IELTS Pro’s Classes in the UAE Can Help You Achieve Your Band Score Target
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