#the winners of being stuck in a chair for 10+ years

[hgmason-hellion]

I'm the worst but proud of it

The Lavi image is from this joke post I made on my main

Froggy Chair is now Coma Chair 🌟

[d2kvirus]

26/1/24 Fact or Fiction

Statement #1: Bayley will win the 2024 women’s Royal Rumble. FACT - It makes perfect sense from a storyline standpoint to have Bayley vs Iyo at WM, and given the Rumble and MITB are effectively treated as ersatz titles these days it also fits to have Bayley get a clean sweep of all women's titles, Rumble and MITB

Statement #2: You spell battle royale with an “e”. FICTION - Only when talking about that Japanese film given that's, you know, the title and everything

Statement #3: There should be a Tag Team Royal Rumble match. FICTION - Mainly as it will be a logistical nightmare to a match where the only finish would be one babyface Ricky Mortoning their way through one or two heel tag teams in the final four

Statement #4: For Cody Rhodes to “finish the story” he must defeat Roman Reigns for the WWE Title in a WrestleMania main event. FACT - If he wins the title from Not Reigns that would be a consolation prize at best, and if he's not even in a title match at WM then he's a punchline for the remainder of his time there

Statement #5: You will consume alcohol while watching this year’s Royal Rumble match. FICTION - One time a few years back my local pub showed the Rumble live. Give the show started at 1am, and that was the 2013 Rumble where the booking went into full "Sod you, you're getting Rock vs Cena II" mode, it was not fun walking home at 4am with a few beers in me while being PO'd that the last two matches of the show were effectively Vince sticking his middle finger up at his audience. But he's stuck worse things in worse places, from what I hear...

Statement #6: Draymond Green has a WWE career waiting for him after he retires from the NBA. FICTION - Given he's a dead ringer for Ledley King, Tottenham will surely ask him if he can play centre back as that couldn't be worse than Eric Dier

Statement #7: You recognize The Big Show as the real winner of the 2000 Royal Rumble match. FACT - Because he did. At least Cena & Batista's botch managed to work out in such a way it was obvious the booking was telling the fans to ignore the evidence of their eyes and their ears

Statement #8: An “Even Greater” Royal Rumble with 60 entrants would be fun. FICTION - The 40-man Rumble was pretty bad, so adding 50% more entrants to that would be as terrible as me beginning this response and forgetting that one time they did a 50-man Rumble...

Statement #9: Jinder Mahal’s WWE championship run was underrated. FICTION - It wasn't even rated due to it being the booking equivalent of The Great Molasses Flood of 1919: slow, painful, and horrible to witness

Statement #10: Tony Khan’s tweets are fun. FICTION - While the whole "I can't support AEW as the owner is a bit cringe on Twitter" discourse is almost entirely performative garbage from garbage performers on forums and social media alike, Tony really needs somebody hovering over him to keep him from making the story about him instead of AEW

Statement #11: Santino Marella’s “I wasn’t ready!” elimination from 2009 Rumble match is the funniest moment in Royal Rumble history. FICTION - The ending of the 2005 Rumble is best for its unintended hilarity, not least due to Vince's comedic tumble as he realises he blew out both quads and having to sit there like a toddler giving instructions

Statement #12: You are more interested in what Nic Nemeth does post-WWE than Matt Riddle.  FICTION - If Nemeth bet on himself when his contract was up in the mid-2010s I certainly would have been interested in what he had to offer, but after a decade of forgetting he was still employed at various points I'm far less interested, so Riddle wins by default

Statement #13: Here’s a good idea, a TLC Royal Rumble: entrants can be eliminated by going over the top OR by being put through a table, chairs are ladders are legal, and after all 30 entrants have entered then the remaining wrestlers are able to go after a WrestleMania main event contract hanging above the ring. FICTION - I'm sure that a table battle royal exists somewhere, but there's two obvious problems with using tables for eliminations: the table not breaking, or the table breaking when it's not supposed to. Either way, any stip involving something which can't follow booking instructions like tables, glass or Koji Kitao is destined to have a botched finish sooner or later

Statement #14: In pro-wrestling, a good punch is better than a good chop.  FICTION - Not that I'm against a good worked punch, but what puts a chop over the top for me is the sound when somebody who can really lay them in, be it Gunther or Go Shiozaki or Pentagon Jr

Statement #15: In the next 20 years, someone will break Stone Cold Steve Austin’s record of 3 Royal Rumble match wins. FICTION - Most of the men on two wins have already retired so if they have (for the sake of argument) Cody winning four in a row it will be forced as hell just to create a record for the sake of creating a record - which is why I can't see them trying that with the women's Rumble, given that match is so young that it would look especially obvious if they have Bianca Belair or Rhea Ripley win it every other year to get her numbers up

Statement #16: Kazuchika Okada should go to the WWE. FICTION - Okada should go wherever he feels would be the best place for his career. That might be WWE, that might be AEW, that might be a company which isn't even in the conversation at the moment, but saying he "should" join one company or another is just like the worst part of football discourse for decades before social media became a thing and made it even more irritating

Statement #17: WCW’s three-ring World War 3 battle royale concept should be brought back. FICTION - The main issue with both WarGames and Blood & Guts is there's always the chance the camera misses something in the second ring as it's focusing on something in the first ring (or, in B&G's case, outside the ring or on top of the cage) so a third ring increases the chances of the production truck missing something

Statement #18: If The Rock wrestles at WrestleMania 40 it will NOT be his last match. FACT - Mainly because of the genuine concern that, if he does win at WM, it will be the second time in recent(ish) memory he's come back to end a lengthy title reign, meaning he has to stick around to drop the belt...right?

Statement #19: You prefer to watch actual wrestling over movies about wrestling, like The Iron Claw. FICTION - At no point when watching The Wrestler did the film cut to commercial mid-match, nor did I question Darren Aronofsky's booking decisions...until Noah, anyway, but the point I'm making...

Statement #20: Playing the Royal Rumble mode on the early ’90s WWF WrestleFest arcade game is history’s greatest wrestling video game experience. FICTION - As fun as the Wrestlefest Rumble was, the greatest wrestling game experience for me was borrowing someone's GameShark so I could actually use Jake Roberts in SDvsR 2006, as that was locked behind needing PS2 & PSP crossplay otherwise and I didn't know a single person with a PSP

Statement #21: If the top rope breaks during a battle royale, wrestlers should still be legally eliminated by being throw over the 2nd rope. FACT - Makes sense, as if the top rope breaks the middle rope becomes the top rope. Just don't ask if the top rope breaks on one side but not the other three, that's a headache waiting to happen

Statement #22: 2x Royal Rumble winner John Cena is the greatest wrestler of all time. FICTION - Mitsuharu Misawa is spinning in his urn

Statement #23: Here’s another good idea – a Reverse Royal Rumble: the match starts with all 30 entrants in the ring and every 2 minutes someone is randomly eliminated, but you can can be safe from the random countdown eliminations if you eliminate someone else first. FICTION - New rule for 411mania: anybody suggesting reverse battle royals must post photo ID to prove they aren't Vince Russo - and if they aren't, that makes it even worse

Statement #24: No one ever retires – the Undertaker will wrestle again. FICTION - Plenty of wrestlers retire for real, be it due to injuries which can't be rehabbed or because nobody noticed that they retired. More than anything else, though, since retiring Undertaker has removed the mystique he had for decades with his podcast appearances and so forth, and that genie isn't getting put back in the bottle

Statement #25: IMPACT Wrestling changing their name back to TNA will make you watch again. FICTION - It's not airing in the depths of Freeview in the UK anymore, which is why TNA had a surprisingly large following in the UK 15+ years ago, so unless there's some really good word of mouth that will send me to WatchWrestling I will likely not be actively looking to watch it

Statement #26: WWE should bring back the ECW brand again. FICTION - If there's any brand which WWE bought and then euthanised they should consider bringing back it's Evolve. No, wait, hear me out: the thing with Evolve is there's little to no emotional attachment or cultural cache attached to the brand as there is with ECW or ROH, so if they rebranded NXT LVL UP to Evolve it wouldn't hamstring the show before a second had aired, given the name is mainly associated with Gabe Sapolsky booking shows for DGUSA talent when the Dragon Gate wrestlers weren't available

Statement #27: You would be excited to see Shane McMahon as a surprise entrant in the Royal Rumble match this year. FICTION - I'd rather he was a surprise entrant in MITB or the Elimination Chamber, as that means we'd guarantee somebody taking an utterly ludicrous bump in matches which sort of require it

Statement #28: WWE already has too many international PLEs scheduled for this year. FICTION - Actually having PPVs for overseas crowds, and not the UK-only PPVs that WWE used to fob off their UK audience with which HHH always seemed to be "injured" for yet healthy to appear on Raw a couple of nights later, is something WWE needed to consider for the longest time. Remember, that's actual crowds, not Bonesaw McGraw's mates...

Statement #29: It’s sad that one year ago Sami Zayn was the hottest wrestler in the world, but now no one talks about him, he has no chance of winning the Royal Rumble or ever main event-ing a WrestleMania again. FACT - Especially considering that Sami did the impossible and made the Bloodline actually interesting and not JBL's Cabinet with Polynesian tattoos, and he deserved to be rewarded for that with the booking Jey Uso is currently getting

Statement #30: CM Punk will win the 2024 men’s Royal Rumble. FACT - Seems like the wisest call to make: if Rollins is healthy come WM, Punk vs Rollins will go ahead while Cody/Reigns is for all the marbles, but if Rollins isn't healthy there's a story for Punk/Reigns or potential for a Punk/Cody/Reigns three-way - so all Punk has to do is not break his foot doing a spot that makes no sense to wreck those booking plans, or lose his rag on a habitual basis to wreck literally everything around him

[white-eyed-girl]

My personal top 37 for Eurovision 2023 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 I dont' even know what to say anymore, it has been the most exhausting ESC season ever for me and I just want this Saturday to come and go

11) Italy - song is alright (it actually grew on me in these weeks), Marco is a great singer and a cool guy, but half because I didn't want it to win Sanremo and half because I have actual favourites I'm spending the season worrying to death about, I have exactly zero interest about what happens to Due Vite in Liverpool

10) Moldova - how often does it happen to have two returning artists from the same year? Seeing Pasha and Loreen meet again was so cute! (and the fact that Ivi Adamou was there as well made the whole thing even better asdfghjffg) Anyway lol the song is awesome, Moldova incredibly managed to find a middle ground between genuine ethnodance and the amateurish country fair performance from last year, and I'm happy about it Lautar is also one of the few songs I actually love from 2012 btw, just as an add-on :'' He looks hella fine too but shh

9) United Kingdom - purely and simply a bop, it almost makes me forget how much of a tamarrata* it is asdfghjk As for its chances in Liverpool, if the pre-parties are of any indication, there's no way in hell this will get a top10 like many seem to predict, more like it will be lucky to get out of the bottom 5 :'' (*tamarrata = something camp and cringy and excessive, that sometimes you like exactly because of that lol)

8) Czechia - I usually adore songs with a women-supporting-women narrative, this one is no exception, and it also has a double reading which makes it even cooler I was a bit afraid that if they kept the aesthetic of the video on stage it could end up looking messy and uncoordinated, but luckily they decided to make it tidier and in fact their performance on Tuesday was amazing

7) Austria - This, this is how you do clever and funny This could have ended up being an apocalyptic level of trash but, ironically, the nonsense narrative keeps its feet on the ground Thankfully it seems like it's not a Halo 2.0, though the performance could have used being a lil bit more whimsical and energetic

6) France - I love how this starts tango-ish and then catches rhythm! I have no idea how it will go, France was my winner last year and I never would have imagined an almost last place for them, so yeah :'' I don't think they can snatch the win but I'd be on board with them trying purely because that would mean a new Sweden vs France death match which, like, AAAAAAAAAAAAA

5) Norway - this is the first song from this year I listened to and I'm still bobbing my head from that first time ahah This sounds like a song KEiiNO could have sung, which in my book is always a compliment We'll give her a wagon of points as soon as the commentators let it slip that she's Italian lol

4) Finland - This is me having a drunken dream while also never having been drunk in my whole life :'' Look, I love this song, or it wouldn't be in my top 5, it's a banger, it's fun and it's been stuck in my head since the first time I heard it in the studio version (the live rendition sucks, I know you all know but choose not to acknowledge it c:), I actually like the way it has two very different styles and the moment it leaves the rappish part to basically become the Carameldansen makes me fall from the chair every time It does deserve to do well. Does it deserve to win though? Ehhhh personally no, I don't think this is enough

3) Serbia - This year every time I think I have listened to the most feverdream-ish song of the line-up there comes another right after to prove me wrong lmao This is so weirdly composed, it pulls my nerves right out of me but like in a good way?? The part where Luke starts ''unplugging'' the dancers and his voice becomes low and rough gives me such a fine tingle in the stomach AHHHHH Serbia wants a win and it damn well shows, and maybe it won't happen this year but if they keep this up I don't think they will have to wait for much longer

2) Spain - this is genuinely amazing and I think it grew to be the only song that wouldn't make me want to set fire to the universe if it won in Sweden's place lol just because it's so ethnically artsy and well-sung and it has such sad melancholic good lyrics, plus I think Blanca would actually make a good winner ''Ay child, when I die let them bury me on the moon so that I'll see you every night, every night except one'' Best damn lyrics of the year hands down! This >>>>>>>>>>>>>> booty hypnotic

1) Sweden - The way she claims exactly every bit of the stage that she needs to, the way she shapes sound between her teeth, the desperation in her voice in the final part, the actual tattoo element which is important in her Berber culture, the creativity in the desert environment with both sand and sky, the double reference to the Atlas myth and the Atlas mountains, there's so much cool shit around this even if you don't like the song and so much to be happy about her participating again and so many people are choosing to stay mad for some of the most ridiculous reasons I've ever heard Unbelievable Not to mention that ''it's a song contest!!'' only when it fits their narrative I know she probably won't, it would be way too perfect and eurofans this year have decided that making literal history isn't cool, but IF she does…

[frightfurtabby]

Himikiyo Week 2021 Day 5: Anniversary Party

// Cute and fluffy, make-up smearing kissies, slow dancing, and awards... enjoy~

Word count: 1434

Links

AO3- https://archiveofourown.org/works/34196977

Amino-  (coming soon)

I need to catch up on cross-posting to amino so I’ll be doing that too.

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The anniversary party was an important occasion. All actors from the danganronpa franchise were coming together for this event. 10 years ago was the release of the first series starring Makoto Naegi as the protagonist, since then there have been 3 further series and a spin off that took place between the first 2, though it had aired afterward. And they were all gathered together.

There were already plans for another spin-off that was summer camp themed and would be finished later the next year. It was really big but sometimes there were years of waiting between new productions and that led to a lot being covered by tabloids and other media outlets. Korekiyo moved up to a small town in Aomori prefecture with Himiko to stay as quiet as possible, keeping in contact with certain people from among their castmates.

The couple were sitting together in a backstage private dressing room once again, Himiko taking time to brush Kiyo’s hair. Most of their outfits were already in place, a puffy purple dress for Himiko, her matching magic hat sat on the table in front of them.It was so pretty and only a little bit difficult to move around in at first before she was getting used to it. The anniversary celebrations included a dance in the ballroom and awards for the newest batch of fan popularity polls.

“Babe are you sure you want to go for that hat, I don’t know if it fits with the rest of what you’ve got going on.”

Kiyo was wearing a white button-up long sleeved blouse with a burgundy vest, a green coat over both and a long black skirt. Near Himiko’s hat was their own for this occasion, a black fedora which was what she was referring to in her comments..

“I personally think it looks nice.” Kiyo gave an exaggerated pout.

Touching up both their make-up was all the couple needed before they got to head out to the event proper. Kiyo hadn’t decided on lipstick before they had to go to avoid running late. They could do without that but not without eating, which they had to finish on the way out.

When she was finished brushing she helped gather their locks together and band it to make a ponytail.

She chuckled. “Of course you do, well since you insist. Here, have this one, I think this color will compliment everything nicely. Now come closer!” She grabs a nice dark blood red shade. Kiyo had used it plenty of times, including the year they dressed up as a vampire for Halloween, so it was a classic go-to.

Kiyo leaned in like she asked. Puckering their lips out to give her a more complete canvas for her to work with. However, before Himiko touched the tip of the lipstick onto their lips, Kiyo stopped for a moment.

“I wouldn’t want to smudge this so soon, so please give me a kiss?”

Himiko giggled. “Alright, okay. But first…” Her free hand extended and her pointer finger booped them right on the nose.

The former Ultimate Anthropologist feigned shock. “What did I deserve that for?”

“For being cute, ya silly goose.”

They were gearing up for a follow up joke but they were pulled in by the collar and smooched. They leaned into and savored it. Even if it did ruin the set-up, it was fine. Any time was a lovely time to smooch Himiko.

“Okay, now we can do it.” she chirped.

Kiyo re-assumed the proper position and reached out, gently caressing Himiko’s cheek. A deep look into her eyes. “Alright, go ahead.”

She reached up to hold them still with one hand and eased the lipstick close. Drawing it, focused as close as she can on the precision. Even though they had just kissed, she was tempted to ruin it again.

So she did.

They giggled as soon as she let them go. “God I’m so lucky wearing a mask is my trademark. I’m sure people would have a field day if they actually saw how smudged you always end up making this.”

“Yeah well, I’m lucky to have you.” She said, making cute faces in their direction.

Kiyo pulled their mask up and put the fedora on, taking Himiko’s hand as a way to get up out of the chair.

They turned and exited the door. Upon entering the hallway they met up with Shuichi and Rantaro, spending time catching up. Talking about how the cats were doing, how busy it was lately, more recent gigs they’d lent their talents to, that kind of thing.

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Upon entering the ballroom, the couple noticed there were danganronpa themed decorations all over. A big banned reading “Happy 10th Anniversary'' went along the rafters. It was certainly doing its job of seeming like a mix between prom and a high school reunion.

At least this one was full of people both of them liked better than most people who’d been at either of their actual proms from back in the day. Even with personal problems here and there it was still more tolerable than that.

A slow waltz tune echoes around the ballroom. All the couples were paired up, most having stuck together pretty much the whole time up to this point regardless, but the Junko was making a big deal up on stage about how  “If you’re not already, couple up and dance!”

Kiyo’s hand was around the back of Himiko’s head. They took time to pet her and look into her eyes as they performed slowly just like they had practiced. It felt nice and warm. Both could close their eyes for a bit and had a good amount of space to nuzzle up.

“I love you dear.”

“I love you too.”

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A few dance tracks later, Junko Enoshima got up and did a little bit of MC’ing. “And now everyone, having a good time? Well, it’s time to announce the first batch of winners from the polls! And here to read those names is someone we all know and love. The mysterious…”

She started getting a head count of all the danganronpa alumni, dragging it on for comedic effect. “The mysterious 40-somethingth student that was lying hidden somewhere in this very building… Mukuro Ikusaba!”

The crowd of students clapped, Himiko and Kiyo included. As Mukuro took time to further introduce the concept, showing off the envelopes for good measure, the lovers had a small conversation.

“Do you think we’ll win anything this year?”

“I hope we do. I’m not sure though, since competition is very stiff in all categories.”

“It’d be really cute if we won the couples one” she smiled, holding their arm close. “We may not have won it yet, but there's always a chance.”

“I’ve seen a little bit of buzz online telling fans to vote for us. So we might pull it off.”

It came time, the third category: the cutest off-screen couple. The options were always more open, as there were very few canonical on-screen romances in the show. Mukuro cut open this envelope, like she had done the previous two.

The MC cleared her throat. “Ahem. The winners are… Shinguuji Korekiyo and Yumeno Himiko”

The V3 cast members hooted and hollered. The other 2 main series had just picked up 1 win each and usually SDR2 would sweep these anniversary award contests. Picking up a surprise win would hopefully be a sign.

Escorted by several classmates like they just scored the winning points in a sport together, Himiko and Kiyo went up, and had to make up a speech off the cuff. That’s how much of a last second blindside actually pulling it off was.

Himiko took her spot close to Kiyo’s side and they both stood in front of the mic. Kiyo gently taps it and clears their throat.

“Thank you all, I’m… surprised. I thought for sure it would be another year of us being passed up.” they said

She added “The fans really pulled through!” She raised her award and held it up to clink it with Kiyo’s. “I’m not sure what else to even say.”

“We are grateful for the nomination, and thank everyone who cast a vote.” Asked if they had anything more to say, Kiyo finished with “As difficult as some fans can be, it's always good to feel appreciated.”

Everyone went back down, further winners were to be announced. Neither cared much, but would support friends who could get it. For now all they wanted was to cuddle up together on the bleachers. The rest of the night was for relaxing.

[86-was-his-year]

Say My Name | Park Seonghwa Smut |

Warnings: Dom/sub relationship, swearing, selfcest (basically fucking yourself you'll see), oeal (female receiving), anal, male x male, voyeurism, hair pulling, chocking, use of belt as leash (?), crying (again), orgasm denial, orgasm control, Seonghwa being a dom, consensual non-con (but like not?? Idk if this falls in that category,everyone agrees but like non-verbally? Gonna put it here for the peeps who can't read things like this it's okay and of you need to talk I'm here), brief violence 

Summary: Seonghwa has to beat his dark alter but it's not in the way you'd expect.

A/N: if you're not comfortable with selfcest you don't have to read and if you don't know what it is then I suggest you look it up so you know if you want to read this. Idk it's been stuck on my head lately and I wanna share my wonderful ideas with you!!

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Everyone had a dark alter. You could meet them anywhere, at any age, and at any time. No one knows how it happened but the elders speculate that sometime somehow our two universes collided and pushed our dark alters into our world. There was chaos at first, no one knew who was the dark and who was the good many people went mad. People became obsessed with getting the dark alters into their own universe, scientists even dedicated their lives to it.

The dark alters roamed our world until we found a way to get them back. A man found his dark alter and fought him making sure that he made the dark alter recognize that he was the fake, that he was the copy. And he disappeared the dark alter went back into his own plane and the man was free, but that was ages ago it passed into legend and most people who met their dark alters never lived to tell about it, the dark alters taking their place in our universe.

I met my dark alter when I was a child at the age of 10. My parents were shocked but they couldn't help. To get rid of my dark alter jihad to make her see that I was the real one. I had to make her see that I had a real identity and she didn't belong here. My ten year old brain could only think of one thing that could take her down. A game of rock, paper, scissors. It was a risk but at the same time I was the reigning champ in my 4th grade class.

Well, the game went by easily. Loser had to say the winners name to show that they were the real identity and she faded away like dust blown off an old book. After that I was never the same. I became the youngest female to defeat her dark alter but if I was being honest the publicity and fame didn't make it worth it. Watching myself fade away like that is something I would never forget the pain in her face as she grasped her throat was something that has haunted my dreams almost every night. I was depressed and couldn't regain the happiness I had felt before watching her die, before I met Seonghwa.

His dark hair and dark eyes lured me in and ever since I've been in love with him. We met in freshman year of high school immediately bonding over a certain teacher we hated, convinced that she was actually the dark alter. No one with such a pretty face should be so evil. We figured out that We had most of the classes together and became friends, rumors spread and people talked and it all came back to us in the form of blushed cheeks and quiet giggles in class.

We went to college together and had been dating ever since we occasionally had our fights but who didn't. We always loved each other in the end and then we met his dark alter. Seonghwa had lost his cute boyish charm and was a man, the dark hair was no more and blonde hair took it's place. I personally loved it and I think he knew because every time his roots came in he would touch them up and make sure they were blonde as well.

I was walking around campus when I saw a familiar blonde boy walking with a girl. She was someone that Seonghwa and I had always hated. She had made fun of our relationship a multitude of times and I could feel the anger well inside me as I saw him slip his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, Y/N!" I heard Seonghwas voice and looked further up. He was still talking to her but I couldn't hear him. A hand wrapped around my shoulder and turned me around. I saw Seonghwas bright smiling face and I immediately knew what was going on.

"S-Seonghwa?" My heart dropped when I saw the worry in his face.

"What's wrong babe? Are you okay?" His hands went up to my face and looked into my eyes. I could feel them start to well up, he would have to go through what I went through. He would have to defeat his dark alter. Once you see them one cannot live while the other walks in the same plane. There was a chance that I could lose him.

"I-He is here." He looked over at the pair and they haven't moved. Still talking and giggling together.

"Who is baby?" He was rubbing the fresh tear from my cheeks.

"Y-Your alter." I instantly saw his eyes darken. He looked around the hall and immediately sad him leaning against the wall, twirling the girls hair in his finger. He looked back at me before pulling me in for a tight hug. I could hear his heart beating against his ribs. He knew that he could lose, that I could lose him and we were both scared.

"It's okay baby, go home." He rubbed the back of my hair before pulling away. He handed me his bag and escorted me towards the door.

"Seonghwa what about you?" I turned in his grasp and stared at his dark drown eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him and he home before you know it." He pecked me lips and help the back of my neck. "You go straight home, do you understand me?" The authority came out in his voice and I bit my lip.

"Yes sir." He knew it was the only way to get me to do the things he asked and I knew I couldn't deny him in this state.I gave him one more kiss and walked out the doors to my car, regretting every step I took. Knowing that may be the last time I ever see him again.

The house was quiet. I had set down my stuff long ago and I was on the couch finishing some homework. It had been 2 hours since I last saw Seonghwa and my heart raced as I thought of what is happening to him right now. He could never walk through that door or he could but it could be the wrong one. Not my loving Seonghwa but his alter, someone who I wouldn't want to be face to face with ever.

Tears filled my eyes as I shut the book I was working on. I couldn't lose him, not to someone like that. Just as I was thinking about going to the school and finding him the door latch clicked and the door opened harshly.

"Seonghwa?" His hair was disheveled and he had small amounts of blood on his grey sweater. But that wasn't the worst part about it. He went further into the house dragging his alter by the hair. His nose had traces of blood on it but that's the only thing that was wrong with him.

I watched as the scene played out in front of me. Seonghwa shut the door and slammed his alter up against it. The shock I'm the dark alters face was evident. He thought that he was going to win the fight and here he was, pressed up against the door like an animal in a steel trap.

"You thought you could beat me?" Seonghwas voice was rough and scratchy. His hand slammed on the door behind his alter and I could see the fear in the alters eyes. The way he acted in the hall was nothing like I saw now. The wave of confidence had dried out and he was in the low tide.

"I-I" the alter had nothing to say his face winced in pain as Seonghwa pulled in his blonde locks. The alter grabbed at Seonghwas wrist and shuddered.

"Are you liking this? You like me pulling on your hair? Roughing you up like you deserve?" He took his hand from the door and put it to the alters throat and that's when I lost it. I was standing up at this point rubbing my legs together to get any kind of friction at all, the scene that was taking place too much for me. I whimpered and they both seemed to remember that I was here.

"Seonghwa?" I gasped out and he turned to me. His eyes dark and his face set, his dom face. I almost immediately wanted to call to my knees but I held myself up as he walked them both over to me, his hand still in the alters hair.

"Look baby, he submitted just like you did." He leaned into the alter pulling his head up to look Seonghwa in the eye, "all he needed was a few hits and he was on his knees begging for it to stop." Seonghwas mouth was so close to his alters that I could almost feel them on my own. He was teasing the alter and it was so fucking hot. The alter opened is mouth and fluttered his eyes shut. Seonghwa brushed his lips over the alters before pulling away the later trying to follow before Seonghwa pulled back on his hair, getting a tiny hiss out of the alter.

"Sir?" I watched as he turned to me, his aura demanding submission.

"I want you to go into the room, strip, and sit on the chair. Keep your legs apart." I shuddered as he grabbed my chin gently kissing my lips before setting me on my way. "As for you, I'm going to fuck you. Hard." I heard his words as I walked to the bedroom and I found myself moaning to myself. I was in for a show.

The cold air wasn't something to be desired but I heard them wrestling around in the living room and I began to pout they were doing something in there and it sounded like fun but I stayed with my feet planted to the floor as I imagined the scene that would happen in just a few minutes. He was going to fuck himself and I couldn't be more excited.

The footsteps became louder and louder and I gasped when they entered the room. His later was in nothing, his cock spring out onto his stomach leaking precum all over. Seonghwa had his shirt and his shoes off leaving him in nothing but his black jeans. The sight made my mouth water and I couldn't help the twitch in my leg as I saw what Seonghwa had done to his alter. His heavy black belt was around the alters neck and he was using it as a leash, the poor doppelganger looked helpless as Seonghwa pulled him along. 

Seonghwa turned and looked at the man, he was shaking and I don’t think it was form the cold. His thighs and stomach tensed and relaxed in a spastic movement like he didn’t have any control over his body as Seonghwa rolled is hand around the belt, pulling the boy closer and closer to him until their naked chests were touching. The alter sighed at the contact and Seonghwa chuckled darkly. 

“What a pretty boy,” He traced his forefinger along his jaw and held his chin in between his fingers. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” Seonghwa yanked on the belt and the alter came forward before he was pushed back by his chin. 

“I-I’ll be a good boy for you.” His voice was broken the weak sound of it had Seonghwa smirking. 

“Wow, using his words. Y/N? What do you get when you behave?” He turned to me and that caused the alter to look at me as well. Two of the same face looking back at me yet one was significantly more wrecked than the other.

“A reward, Sir.” I put my hands on my thighs and dug my nails into the soft flesh there. Not touching myself was proving way harder than I thought. Seonghwa smiled at me before turning back to the alter. 

“Good girl. You get a reward.” Seonghwa tilted the boys head up once more and planted his lips gently on the alters. He let out a breathy whine and it went straight to my core, the sound coming form the alters mouth desperate and choppy. The alter placed his hand on Seonghwas bicep and he pulled away ‘tsking’ at the boy. 

“Please?” The alter leaned up again only to be stopped by Seonghwa.

“No touching, remember?” He gently took the alters hand off of his bicep and put it behind his back, the other following shortly. “Stay.” He ordered the dark and went back to his lips. He grabbed his jaw and tilted his head to get a better angle. The sound of their hard breath and the slight mashing of teeth and lips had me aroused all over again. Seonghwa was soft with his kiss yet I could feel the intensity from all the way on the other side of the room. 

Seonghwa let the belt go and trialed his hand down the alters chest, flicking his nipples to get another heavenly sound out of the other boy. He smiled into the kiss and continued downward, scraping his blunt nails onto the boys torso. The alter let out a shocked gasp before searching for Seonghwas lips again. He seemed drunk off of his kiss, wanting more even though he already had what he wanted. It wasn’t until Seonghwa touched his cock that the alter backed away. Seonghwa was quick to grab the belt and bring him back in. 

“What did I tell you to do?” Seonghwas voice was dark and I could tell that he wasn’t happy with the boy moving. I winced at his mistake, it was rookie but it was one that could easily be dismissed as inexperience. I know I did it in the beginning. 

“You told m-me to stay.” His voice was shaky and his breath was increasing by the second. 

“And you didn’t.” Seonghwas jaw was sharp and focused, he was gritting his teeth at the alter and I began to roll my hips as I watched it flex. 

“But you-”

“Are you shy because I touched your cock?” My thighs twitched at his words and as I looked over them so did the alters.

“I- You.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “Yes, sir.” He looked at the ground like he was ashamed. 

“It’s okay, pretty boy. Just relax.” He led the alter towards the bed and he sat on it, face to torso with the alter. If he bent down just three inches the boys cock would be in his mouth and my breath hitched at the thought. “Hands behind your back. Now, stay still. I’m not telling you again.” The soft encouragement in his voice was gone and he was commanding once again. He gripped his cock again and the alter whimpered, his fingers squeezing his forearms for support. 

Seonghwa smirked up at the boy and I could see the enjoyment in his eyes. The little sparkle that popped in them when someone followed his orders correctly. He was stroking his cock firmly drawing it out as the alter whimpered and cried out, the sound of his precum sliding in between Seonghwas fingers became addicting. The boys whimpers got louder and louder, my whines following his. 

“Are you going to cum?” Seonghwa stroked the boy faster, appearing to help him reach his high. 

“Yes, Sir. I’m gonna fucking cum!” His cries filling the room. Seonghwa pulled off of his cock and put his hand on his thigh.

“Hold it. Don’t cum.” The alters cock was red and engorged. It wanted to release so bad and by the way he was rolling his hips into nothing he was almost there. Seonghwa had this evil power of knowing exactly when to stop touching you if he didn’t want you to cum. He’s done it to me multiple times and I could only empathize with the alter. The pain of not being able to cum when you know you could just unload is the hardest thing. 

“Please, Sir. Please let me cum.” Seonghwa was moving his forefinger around his head pulling his finger off the watch the streams of precum connect his finger and the boys cock. The alter seemed out of breath and desperate as he pulled his hips away from Seonghwa only for Seonghwa to pull his hips back and continue his torture

“No,” Seonghwa stood up and cupped the boys jaw once again tilting his head before kissing him, his favorite distraction. “I want you to lay on the bed hands and knees. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir.” The dark alter hiccuped and let his hand fall to his sides. Seonghwa walked over to me and grasped my chin smiling when I looked up at him. 

“You’re being such a good girl today.” He bent down and kissed my lips tenderly. “Keep it up for me.” I nodded and he kissed me one last time before moving back to the bed. The dark alter was positioned exactly as he was told. Hand and knees with the belt dangling between his neck and the plush covers of the bed. 

I watched closely as Seonghwa got what he needed form the bed side drawer. Lube and condoms. He was possibly the most responsible dom I’ve ever met and I smiled as he put them on the bed neatly before stripping completely. The control this man had amazed me sometimes, his cock was hard and at attention but it wasn’t red and touch starved like the alters was. I guess that was one thing that separated them. 

“You have to relax for me baby boy.” Seonghwa was behind the boy, lube in one hand while the other rubbed up and down his back. The boy had his head down and was breathing shakily. He nodded his head and let his back arch instead on holding up like he was. His head came up and we made eye contact. The blush on his cheeks was amazing and I watching his eyes roll back as Seonghwa inserted the first finger. 

“F-Fuck.” It was like the alters voice went up 10 whole octaves, nothing compared to Seonghwas dark tone that he was using throughout the night. 

“You’re being such a good boy for me. Just relax let yourself feel it.” He was rubbing up and down the alters back, encouraging him to do the best he could while rewarding him for his efforts. Seonghwa had picked up a steady pace and the boy didn’t care what he looked like anymore. He was moaning and fucking himself back on Seonghwas fingers, his cock twitching and his voice raising every time Seonghwas hit that special spot inside of him.

“Can I have your cock, please?” The alters voice was sharp and cut off by moans but he made his sentence out. His eyes were permanently shut for the time being and I watched as pleasure rolled off of his face every time Seonghwa pulled out and pushed back in. 

“You want my cock? You think you can handle it?” He was teasing the alter but he was also stalling. He wanted to make sure he was stretched out even before he tried to put his cock anywhere near his ass. The alter was getting impatient and Seonghwa would let that happen as long as it didn’t go to his head. 

“Yes, sir I want your cock. Please.” The alter whimpered as Seonghwa pulled his fingers out. The alter was a  panting mess, his eyes were glossed over and I wanted nothing more that to come over a tell him how good he was doing. Seonghwa was gently rubbing the swell of his ass and I guess that was acknowledgement enough, I watched as Seonghwa rolled a condom on his eyebrows drawing in the middle of his forehead with pleasure. 

“Are you ready?” Seonghwa was asking a serious question but it had a teasing lift to his voice to keep the mood up. The alters back was arching and shaking at the same time. He was trying to run away from the feeling but he was also trying to go towards it, his thighs trying to push together.

Seonghwa was the master of going slow, letting whoever he was fucking to adjust to him however long they wanted. It was no different when he was fucking his dark alter he let him take some deep breaths before putting the head of his cock against the alters puckering hole, pushing in when he felt the alter was ready. 

“Fuck!” The alter let out a loud yell and threw his head up. It was hard to tell whether it was from pleasure of from pain but Seonghwa stopped and rubbed the boys back encouraging him to relax once more and let Seonghwa continue. It was so hard to see but I could tell that Seonghwa bottom out when he bit his lip. He doesn’t like to let out moans when he’s in charge showing that the person didn’t make him weak even if they did. The alter shuddered and let out the most beautiful sounds. I couldn’t help but close my legs and hope that it would give me some type of friction.

“Baby, what did I tell you to do?” Seonghwas voice wasn’t strained or held back and I whimpered at the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“To keep my legs open.” I complied and opened them back up, putting them on the arms of the chair this time. 

“So good for me.” He looked down to the area that his dick and the alters ass met and pulled back just a bit before slowly pushing back in. The alters arms began to shake and he just gave up his face falling into the mattress as Seonghwa continued his shallow thrusts. His whines and whimpers were concealed by the thick cover on the mattress and I guess Seonghwa didn’t like that because he bent down and grabbed the alter by he hair, pushing his head up and his back automatically went into a smooth arch. 

“Fuck, I can’t take it. Please I want to cum.” His voice was high and whiny, the sound of him crying out echoing around the room. 

“Oh baby are you crying?” Seonghwa pulled back again and then pushed forward, moving the alters whole body as the sound of skin slapping on skin continuing to echo around the room. 

“Yes, I need to cum please fuck me.” His words were coming out short and jumbled. 

"You shouldn't be crying we barely begun." The alters eyes rolled back into his head and his cock began to leak profusely.

"Please, please, please!" His begging was only getting him so far, Seonghwa was a sucker for begging and I could tell it was really getting to him. His speed picked up and the alters breath began to hitch in his throat.

"You want to cum?" Seonghwa slowed down again and was lightly rolling his hips into the alter.

"Yes, please Sir! I want to cum so bad." The alter looked up at me almost begging me to let him cum and I gave him him a sad smile.

"You gotta do one thing for me," Senghwa pushed in quickly and the alters jaw fell open, "Say my name." The alter gasped and went to look back at Seonghwa only to be stopped by the hand in his hair.

The alter swallowed and nodded and that was Seonghwas invitation to start pounding into the boy, his hips meeting the alters ass with such force. Seonghwa pulled him up by his hair and put one hand around his throat while the other went straight to his cock, stoking it smoothly.

"You can cum, baby. You did so fucking good for me." Seonghwa bit the alters shoulder and the alter finally released.

"Seonghwa!" His voice was broken but he said his name. Seonghwa pulled out and peeled off the condom before throwing it in the trash bin by our bed. The alter was laying scrunched up in the bed as he began fading away. His eyebrows went together and he sighed before completely disappearing.

"Fuck," Seonghwa ran his hand through his hair before looking up to me. "You're glistening, sweetheart." I looked up at his smirking face and blushed. I felt so vulnerable as my juices flowed put of me and onto the chair.

"It hurts." I put on my best whine for him and he shook his head while getting up and and walking over to me.

"It does, doesn't it?" I nodded and he grabbed my chin, images flashed in my head of Seonghwa grabbing his alter by the chin and I whimpered. "Would you like your reward?"

"Yes please, Sir." He chuckled and let me stand up, the feeling of my thighs touching has my head spinning. It was giving me the friction I wanted and I indulged in the feeling. The room was hot and both Seonghwa and me had a thin layer of sweat on our bodies. I mean Seonghwas was a little more understandable because he just fucked someone into oblivion, literally. As we laid on the bed I thought more and more about the dark alter. The way his face scrunched and he just disappeared. 

“What’s wrong baby?” Seonghwas head was already in between my thighs and he placed light kisses on my calves and thighs. 

“Do you think he’s dead?” I took a deep breath as Seonghwa nipped at the soft skin of my thigh. He nuzzled his head into my leg and looked up at me. 

“I think he’s okay. I think he’s back where he belongs now.” His dominate persona was gone and it was the loving Seonghwa. He didn’t let his loving side come out when we were in the bedroom but I think he could tell I was struggling  with the alter and he just wanted to be himself.

“How do you know that for sure?” I asked while grabbing the sheets under my fingers. 

“I can feel it. He’s okay, I think they were just here by mistake. A chance meeting." He kissed up my thighs again and my breath hitched.

"Please make me cum." The confirmation that the alter was seemingly okay helped me relax and I gripped the sheets below me. I had been waiting for him to do something the whole night and I was aching at this point.

"You don't have to hold it today baby. I give your permission to cum." That meant I was a really good girl today and he was impressed. Getting permission to cum beforehand was the biggest acknowledgement of my good behavior and was indulging in the non verbal praise.

Seonghwa went right for it, giving my clit small kitten licks before finally just going at it. The sounds were the dirtiest things ice ever heard, Seonghwa moaning against my clit as his tongue smeared my juices everywhere. It could be something out of a porno and I bucked my hips into his mouth. He gave my clit a light nip and it had my eyes rolling backwards, it was a warning for me to calm down and stay still but it felt so damn good. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pushed them open more while holding them down, giving him better access to his work. After all this time watching him fuck his alter I could burst, the vibrations and the sucking of my clit al.kst pulling me off the edge.

"Please please please. I'm so fucking close. I need to cum please, sir." I knew I had his permission but I couldn't help but ask. It was so ingrained in my brain that, 9 times out of 10 I wouldn't cum without it.

"Be a good girl and cum for me. You can do it." He stopped briefly to encourage before going back a nipping my clit before sucking on it and that's what pushed me forward. It needed that one bit of praise, that one bit of encouragement and I could do it.

My vision went white and I squeezed the sheets with all the strength I had left. After an hour of sitting with no friction the orgasm tore me apart. I could feel myself screaming and I could feel my legs shake around his head. As he continued to push me through my orgasm, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me until I was flinching and bucking my hips from the sensitivity.

"You're such a good girl." He kissed up my body until he found me lips, slowly molding then together until I could taste myself in his lips. I moaned and my legs closed around his hips, the throbbing of my clit making it hard to focus.

"I'm sleepy." The orgasm had drained everything in me and I just wanted to sleep. He chuckled and got off of the bed letting the cold air assault my most sensitive areas. He came back from the bathroom with a pair of boxers on, and washcloth, and an extra t-shirt. He wiped me up gently even though I closed my legs around his hand a couple of times, and put me in his t shirt before covering us up.

"Good night, baby. I love you." He whispered into my ear as he pulled me closer to him, my head on his chest.

"I love you too."

It was a good night but the thought of the alter swam around into my mind, clouding my dreams with the thought of him and Seonghwa.

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Biden Law, Five Years Lockdown Monday the first day of February of 2021. Canada Kidnapping Themselves Tuesday. All About Hive Blog Wednesday. Alex Jones and DR. STEVE PIECZENIK Thursday. Are you ready for Weapons of Mass Distraction Friday. Amazon Spies Saturday.

Instagram Rising

I was banned on Bittrex Sunday the 8th. My Cash App is $joeyarnoldvn Monday. Cronyism Sucks Tuesday. Gold-Backed Crypto Wednesday. Protonmail problem on my 36th birthday Thursday. Just kidding. Brother Joined Hive Friday. Shoveling Snow Saturday.

Ice Killed Texans

Happy Valentines Day Sunday the 14th. President's Day. Party at Five Monday. Texas Freezing Tuesday. Vietnamese pho dinner was yummy. Travel Post Banned For Not Being a Travel Post Wednesday. Photoshop Funny Thursday. We Need County Coin Friday. Why is Sweden banning masks Saturday.

Can't Disrupt Commerce lol

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Biden Law, Five Years Lockdown Plan

2021-02-01 - Monday

Hello Pocahontas

Americans to be placed under Extreme Lockdown House-Arrest for at least 12 months, that is the plan. You will be stuck in your house like they did in China. You will starve to death and die. The plan is to begin this before 2022, as in as soon as possible. Your loved ones will die from Covid Vaccines which is already murdering hundreds to thousands of people. This is a hole straight down to the pits of Hell.

Canada Kidnapping Themselves

2021-02-02 - Tuesday

Biden, Harris, Napoleon Dynamite Voting Meme

When Canadians return to their home country, Canada, they're federally kidnapped, imprisoned in Covid Concentration Camps for many days, and then charged at least $2,000. Wow. Justin is so liberal. Let's all move to the Land of the Moose. 2 masks at least says CDC. Go to their website and read the article.

Try To Withdraw Money

If you try to take your money out of your bank, they'll flag you, stick the IRS up your butt. Just try it, I dare you. When you try to withdraw cash, watch what happens, and don't get me started with if you ask for gold when you try to cash out. Paper money was supposed to be an "I-Owe-You" check which is supposed to be exchangeable for actual gold, a place-holder.

All About Hive Blog

2021-02-03 - Wednesday

Picture of Joey Arnold

Hive is like Facebook except it pays you to post. Did you know Covid is also called SARS-COV-2? Wait a minute, whatever happened to SARS-COV-1? Did we have a pandemic for the first one? How are we already in the second one? Was I sleeping while the first one was going around? How many years ago was the first one? Is China stealing oil from Texas? Why was Joe Biden refused a Pentagon security clearance? There has been documented cases where people were missing over 90% of their brain tissue but where still able to function like a normal person. One person to even had just a thin layer around the inside of the skull. Literally an empty head and yet could still function as a human. They are destroying the second amendment right now. You have no idea.

Alex Jones and DR. STEVE PIECZENIK

2021-02-04 - Thursday

Trump Terminator

Big interview between Alex Jones and DR. STEVE PIECZENIK today, 2nd hour of the show. The dollar could lose over 20% of its value under Lord Biden before 2022 and much more the following 12 months. It is likely the dollar will die sooner or later meaning you must convert your dollars into something else while you still can. This is financial advice. You have been warned. Your money is on fire but not in a good way. You're leaking value each day. You might as well give me your money as you're losing your money each second. You're wasting your money as you let inflation destroy the value of fiat. Was the Burma Election stolen like it was in America? If you think Biden won, then you do NOT know who won in Burma. I don't care what military is doing. Who won the election in Burma? I'm asking who got the most real votes excluding the fake votes. I want to know who really won. Please let the REAL WINNER be the leader of what you call Myanmar. Whoever actually won should be allowed to run that country, period. Military should help whoever got the most legal votes in that nation. Period. I don't know who won. I am just saying let the real winner have the power, good or bad.

Fall or Rise of Empires

This is what Mike Adams said today. He said something bad could happen over night, that is to the extent the dollar crashes, they'll try to blame the crazy Redditters, the conservatives, for destroying the money, they'll come up with crazy excuses, conspiracy theories, and then say how they saved us by giving us Biden Coins or whatever they want to call it. They are trying to have one centralized global digital currency, no cash, no decentralized cryptocurrencies. So, I agree this could happen at any time, especially if three or more stimulus checks come out in 2021, as they spend more and more money, as people demand silver, gold, etc. The centralized banking system could fall in the next few years or sooner. As that happens, either the good guys or the crazy globalists and baby eaters can take over as that happens. So, in other words, we are in a major transition in global history similar to the rise or fall of other great empires like that of Rome, Babylon, Persia, England, China, etc. But I can't say if we are in the middle of the fall or the rise of an evil authoritarian regime.

Are you ready for Weapons of Mass Distraction?

2021-02-05 - Friday

Alex Jones

Happy birthday brother. Are you ready for Weapons of Mass Distraction? In order to buy guns in 2021 in America, you either have to right now or potentially soon will have to pay too many taxes, additional taxes, including gun related taxes, and pass a test which includes questions relating to if you want to own a gun. If you answer you want a gun, you fail the test because only crazy bad guys want guns. If you want a gun, pass a test. The only way to pass the test is to answer you do not want a gun. Once you answer you do not want a gun, then the genie in the bottle comes out and says in the voice of Robin Williams in Disney's cartoon movie, Aladdin, "As you wish." There were at least two 2020 USA General Election court cases which heard evidence meaning the other dozen or more cases were unconstitutionally dismissed by compromised judges. There is one case in Arizona which is leading towards potential ballot auditing. There may be other legal cases pending in other states in the United States of America. New court cases may rise. Others are ongoing. Some may be, if they haven't yet, potentially, refiled or retried. In some cases, you can do that. It's not double-jeopardy in some cases. It depends but you can sometimes do this depending on the details. A federal case for example could be then tried on the state level. That is not double jeopardy. You can pressure your local counties to call for ballot audits today. Join the revolution.

Nullifying Federal Executive Orders

North Dakota is planning to nullify (on a state level) unconstitutional federal executive orders. If you're not living in this state, you should either go there or encourage your state to call up North Dakota. Hello Texas, Idaho, Wyoming, Arizona, etc. In the world of rock paper scissor, you can see state and federal power. However, never underestimate the power of the county sheriff which trumps over them. You should make friends with your local sheriffs and talk to them about the rule of law regarding what you have to do in your county, legally speaking. Don't go against the sheriffs. Find out what they expect from you as a citizen of the county you're living in.

Amazon Spies

2021-02-06 - Saturday

Trump

Amazon vans have cameras actively spying on people, as in anybody and everybody as they drive around delivering packages, not just their customers but also neighbors and everyone else as well. They collect the data in order to develop a China Social Credit Score Database. Even if you're not on Facebook, they'll still have your data. If you do something that our overlords deem not right, your social credit score begins to go down and down. A lower Social Credit Score means you will not be able to buy and sell, travel, have food, have protection, have safety, have a job, have schooling, have a house, have children, have parents, have organs, have water, have power, have Internet, have apps, have trash, have doctors, have hospitals, have health care. When you call 911 and say somebody cut off your arm and you are bleeding to death, the operator will answer the phone and say, "Sorry, your social credit score is too low, please raise it to an acceptable level and try your call again. Have a good day. Good bye."

I was banned on Bittrex

2021-02-07 - Sunday

I was banned on Bittrex

Banks and big tech companies are making special cities all around the world. Covid to End on the 31st of March of 2025 according to WorldBank.org.

My Cash App is $joeyarnoldvn

2021-02-08 - Monday

Facebook Restricted

My Cash App is $joeyarnoldvn and what is yours? Let's have a party before the dollar dies. Let's come up with backup plans and come together in local communities while we still can. Now is the time.

Cronyism Sucks

2021-02-09 - Tuesday

Cronyism Sucks

George Washington did NOT say, "My fellow Americans, read my lips, I hereby grant you some rights which we can then take away if there is a pandemic or if you feel a little unsafe regarding your neighbor's cannons." You can either help your state leave the United States of Satan or you can leave that state. A woman in Vancouver, Washington went to a hospital. Nurses and doctors tried to stick a needle in her arm against her wishes. She said no. The hospital called the police who came and kidnapped her for not breaking the law. No crime. The hospital and the police committed crime against her. And believe all women. And what if I told you she was black and black lives matter. And police are bad. The police might as well sell her to sex trafficking. Don't we want to defund the police? And I am Pro-Choice too. My Body My Choice. And none of your business. Thousands of people go to Oakes Farms Market in Florida daily without masks in 2020 and many of them go there seven days a week because it's the new Disneyland, the happiest place on earth, even some of their staff are 80 years old or older and yet are not getting sick. But if you do want to wear a mask, have at it. Hundreds of new customers come in each day from out of state, some come as far as like New York. You can tell they're new because when they enter the store, their jaws drop like as if they're cartoon characters.

Cash App

My Cash App is $joeyarnoldvn and what is yours? Let's have a party before the dollar dies. Let's come up with backup plans and come together in local communities while we still can. Now is the time. I will invest in a gold-backed cryptocurrency, as much as I can. Is there such a thing yet? Sign up to be a First Responder today, just call, not toll-free, at 1-800-Get-A-Gun-Duh. Don't kill your chickens, wait until they die of old age, say a little prayer to remember the wonderful life Chicken Little had and then get out your knife and prepare for a feast in honor of the life of the little guy. Study shows over 80% of Covid-19 Patients have vitamin D deficiency. Nurses stick stuff inside babies causing hearts to stop. After that, they try their best to restart the infant's hearts. Too many do die. It is covered up. You don't hear about it. Most viruses die in the air within seconds. Over 85 percent of child trafficking related things seem to be happening on Facebook Messenger.

Gold-Backed Crypto

2021-02-10 - Wednesday

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Gold and silver are accepted as legal currencies in Utah, Oregon, Colorado, Oklahoma, and Missouri. Before 2030, globalists will most likely murder over 6 billion people. The good news is, number one, we can try to stop some of that, and, number two, regardless, you don't have to be one of them, you don't have to die, there may be only a billion people left on our planet soon. Come join me and survive this coming Holocaust. The greatest Holocaust ever. Save as many people as you can. But at the same time, you don't have to die. Get out of the big cities. Find a farm while you still can. You are running out of time. Find a community of like-minded people and get a room, I mean a community, a neighborhood, a state where you can find like-minded people. Do it while you still can.

Genocide Coming

Because there may be over 7 billion people who support the globalist agenda, they will end up dying most likely in the next few years. You must be prepared for this probability or worst case scenario. Every day you're still not dead yet is precious. You get what you promote. Justice is coming. There are consequences and rewards for the actions we take in life. Will you buy smart underwear which will be connected to the NSA? How do we detox from the lead which is in the soil? I have a friend named Tim Osman. Please don't Google his name. You can make money posting to blockchain social networks, I can help you sign up for free, no credit cards, no money required. I post on these websites and I make money. I did not put any money into them. You can take the money out. You can wire the money to crypto exchanges, banks, wallets.

Protonmail Banned Me on my 36th birthday.

2021-02-11 - Thursday

Protonmail Banned Me on my 36th birthday.

Protonmail Banned Me on my 36th birthday. Step one, find out how many people died annually for the last ten years in your country. Step two, please post those statistics for each individual year including 2020 in your report. We will copy and paste what you find everywhere. Thank you very much. Leftists say you have to say chest, can't say your baby is sucking on your breasts. You have to say human milk. You cannot say it is the milk of the mother. Oh My God. Russia killed the ALL-MIGHTY DOLLAR! I hate you RUSSIA! Are you happy America is becoming Venezuela in the next few years or much sooner because you do nothing, isn't that really cool that you're helping this republic and the world crumble? Are you excited as millions of people die? Do you wake up each morning happy that you don't care about this? Covid Vaccine has over 5 different viruses which it programs and mass produces in your cells to eat up your body from the inside-out, to attack the proteins, to kill your babies, to give you HIV, to kill your immune system and cause you to die from the common cold within months to the extend you're lacking enough essential vitamins.

Regarding Gold-Backed Cryptocurrencies

But the idea of a gold-backed cryptocurrency could at least in theory become a 2-in-1 deal where it might be backed by gold and yet as a fail-safe if all else goes wrong, if governments and others come in to confiscate the gold, you would still have something like Bitcoin or whatever type of cryptocurrency it may be. I see that as a potential two in one deal. Of course the risks, liability, privacy risks of having governments seek to imprison people for having gold which might be connected to a cryptocurrency, I understand that might be too big of a risk in some situations, it may be harder to be anonymous if police were to spot you holding some gold. Finding ways to stay as anonymous online in the mist of tyranny is a worthy cause and that is why I value the 4th amendment of the U.S. constitution. Cartoons and other children shows are actively singing songs and otherwise encouraging toddlers to wear masks, to not shake hands, hug, or get close to other people; to simply not be humans at all, this will scar these kids for the rest of their lives, deep intellectual abuse.

Brother Joined Hive

2021-02-12 - Friday

My brother joined Hive - When I Was Young, Busted Knees, No Helmets, No Limits

Mother cries as insulin for his son who could die without it costs more than $500 even as it only costs pennies to make. Biden did this. Watch the video of this mother in her car video. Listen to her passion as she speaks truth. They say even after everyone on the planet is vaccinated, we still must have lockdown globally, even in ten years from now. Are you happy for living on Planet Wall-E as Fat People stuck in The Matrix? Over ten million starved to death in 2020 thanks to people staying at home and being safe. We kept ourselves so safe, we ended up dying because we had no food. We are so scared, we make the problem worse. The odds of coming up with the exact numbers of the 2020 U.S. General Elections, Mathematician Expert Edward Solomon says there aren't enough stars in the known universe to have it come up by chance apart from electronic manipulation, statistically, it's astronomical, he went on to say there aren't even enough atoms in the universe. Biden won exactly the same percentage points across multiple precincts at designated times a day just long enough to put him in the lead. One example in Fulton County, Georgia on starting at 12:54 AM on Wednesday, the 4th of November of 2020, the percentage was set 5.5555%, and every 30 minutes to an hour plus a few times on Thursday, that is eleven separate times, each time it was exactly 5.555% percent, and that is humanly impossible to replicate by hand without the help of voting software.

Elmo Vaccine

Elmo got the vaccine and people on Sesame Street are locked in their homes like as if they were living in China. Children are being brainwashed. This is worse than sexual abuse. Green means you can travel. Different colors means different things under the Chinese Credit Score which is going to Europe, Australia, Canada, and is also slowly getting into America. If the centralized powers don't like you or your friends, then you can't work, school, travel, buy, sell, have your kids, have Internet, have a phone plan, health care, police care, fire care, water, sewer, garbage, food, etc. There is an alleged James Clapper interrogation audio tape which I'm listening to right now.

Shoveling Snow

2021-02-13 - Saturday

Michelle Obama, "Joe Biden, get your hands off my dick."

Before getting the Covid Vaccine, read the ingredients, the insert. And tell yourself, oh, I am putting this thing in my body, that is awesome. And oh, I am putting this other thing in my body. It is not a vaccine. Ignorance is Bliss. It's cool when you don't know you don't know something. It's cool when millions of people are likely to die or very close to it in 2021 because of Covid Vaccines.

Money is Dying

Cannot wait for the dollar to die. A study found that over 80% of those who got Covid were vitamin-D deficient. And the Flu magically disappeared during the winter. If you're going off the CDC website, you should make a list of the exact numbers.

Happy Valentines Day

2021-02-14 - Sunday

Joe Biden in like 2003

Happy Valentines Day. America has been dead for 209 years. They try to kill people via nano bots which goes into the body to cause flu like symptoms. That is fused with 5G, geoengineering, chemicals, waves, a variety of things working together. You must actively try ten times harder to counter as much of it all as you can, your ignorance is bliss, your children will suffer to the extent you try not to counter things you are yet to know. I repeat, things you are yet to know. Apple cider vinegar, 2 tablespoons a day but broken up gradually throughout the day, can help you. Encouraging healthy pH blood level balance minimizes cancer, detoxifies the liver, dissolves viruses, and helps the heart. The brain-gut connection. Is it true the last U.S. President to take the oath for the united states for America was back in around 1812? Has America been dead for over two centuries now? Did you know there is a star inside our earth? Biden is telling Americans to wear masks until 2022.

Reducing Zombism

Candida is a type of fungus which helps decompose dead bodies but the problem comes when the people are still alive while Candida is excessively growing and eating up your body even before you are actually dead. Therefore, you want to look at fasting, at starving those little guys at least once every ten years if not as often as you can to minimize how much of them you have inside of your biology. Borax detoxes fluoride from the brain. Inside your body are the bad guys, the fungi, which wants your body to die, and the good guys, which are the bacteria which wants your body to live, that is the civil war within your chemical makeup. The pineal gland in our brain is a spiritual window into the Supernatural Internet which transcends space and time, it truly is the third eye, but fluoride blocks it. Does the earth have two moons?

Party at Five

2021-02-15 - Monday

Star Wars Luke Kenobi Father Vader Anakin Floor is Lava Game Sucks He Was And Died Hahaha Meme

Party at Five. RINOs are Republican In Name Only and PINOs are Patriots In Name Only. Thousands of refugees are being allowed into California and Texas from Mexico but without being tested for Covid, no masks, no safety. But if you want to go anywhere or do anything, you have to get tested. When immigrants come in, as they do right now, they are NOT being tested for anything really, they can pass on diseases to you and you are not allowed to do anything period.

Texas Freezing

2021-02-16 - Tuesday

Girl from Firefly show

A 28 YEAR OLD WISCONSIN MOM DIES DAYS AFTER SECOND PFIZER SHOT. Why are kids sneaking out of the White House? Is Tom Cruise part of an off-planet corporation called Umbrella? You can find really old videos on the Internet of really tall people, some of them may be 14 feet tall or taller as you can see people and horses almost reach the height of this man's knees. Did you really think those videos were fake? Many times you'll find truth hiding in plain sight. Truth is often lying underneath your nose all along. This takes the Mandela Effect to a whole new level. Is the South Pole actually the North Pole? It's below zero degrees in Texas right now, they refusing to turn the power back on as people freeze to death, they're shutting down stores as people starve to death, and they're refusing to plow roads. You can literally watch videos of giant semi-trucks crashing into other trucks, at least three giant trucks, one which was going at least 70 MPH and the others were going pretty fast too, several people died in just that pile up alone.

Who is Oatmeal Joey Arnold?

I am single, 36 years old, I live in Shelton, I am Christian, no kids, I live with my parents, I don't wear a mask ever, I listen to Alex Jones, I love Trump, I am a little bit crazy, I don't work. I don't have a job. I just sit on a computer all day writing on my blog and that is it. Was the inspiration behind the Star Gate movies and shows stolen from the Native American Indians? Weather manipulation meetings at your local town hall in a county or state near you, why are you not there to ask them questions? Things got so bad in India that they created a task force and then ended up banning the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. That's how EVIL India is. Hey folks, how could India keep out our SAVIORS? We all know Bill Gates is the second coming of Jesus Christ. Kissinger wrote a report back in the 1970s regarding how to control the African population.

Travel Post Banned For Not Being a Travel Post

2021-02-17 - Wednesday

White Culture Dont Have Any Joke Yes We Do

Texas Dark Winter to last for weeks, people are freezing and starving to death, people are so excited as the globalists take over the world, Biden said the Dark Winter was coming, he was right. Be prepared for a new biological weapon, a new Covid disease, coming either this year in 2021 or at least before 2025. It will kill at least 4 billion people. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. I'm on record trying to tell you how bad things are. If you're reading this, you're guilty of not caring. Please, do something. The clock is ticking. Will China be aiming nuclear weapons at 24 targets across the globe, will it be real, will it be staged, will it be an excuse to lockdown the world, what is going to happen? Will it be exactly 24 different places in different countries around this planet? Will this be a good thing or a bad thing? Will the good guys or the bad guys be able to take control of whatever that might happen in February of 2021? Will it be any day now? Will people fall for false flags? Is there anything we can do right now?

Bill Gates Over Biden

Biden won't speak to world leaders. Boris Johnson said Bill Gates is really the head of the G8. This is how globalism works. They're getting the general population used to the world being run by technocracy. In a secret video, Mark Zuckerberg told his Facebook staff he didn't trust the Covid Vaccine. So, why isn't Mark telling his 2 billion users this? Why keep such a thing a secret? In the 1960s, America asked Russia to start a world war against China but Russia declined. That was declassified.

Photoshop Funny

2021-02-18 - Thursday

1776 Put Mask On Americans No Way

Funny story today, somebody used photoshop to try to fool me ahahahahhaaa! Biden is taking over the Texan Power-Grid, red alert, warning warning. We know their plan. We know the patterns. They'll say deadlier strands are out there now. This will likely be by the fall of 2021 if not a lot sooner. The strands will generally be less deadly. But it's extremely coordinated, scripted, they will all try their best to make you gulp down this Kool-Aid of Death. Shifting into Techno-Scientific Dictatorship, they're phasing the general public to accept this shift in world history globally, most people are stuck in a trance and they do NOT even know it. Even if you tell them, they will say to you, "You are crazy." THEY'RE PUTTING CHEMICALS IN THE SKY THAT MAKES THE SNOW GAY. The power grid was an attack on water-power devices, especially in the 1930s. Some people had water-powered devices. They didn't need electricity because they water-powered devices.

Scaring Children to Death

A ten year old was admitted to the hospital because he was losing weight because he was refusing to eat for so long because he was afraid he would get Covid and die. Sergeant Major said they don't call it a Lie-Berry for nothing. Did you know they used to have water-powered mechanical devices? You were not told real history. A lot of stuff covered up. Why not get back to water power? Aren't you even just a little bit curious? People had free electricity thanks to tap water in the early 1900s. So, why would people give that up? What happened? Why trade that in for a monthly electricity bill?

We Need County Coin

2021-02-19 - Friday

Lauren Chen was on Friday Night Tights

Steele mentioned the idea of CountyNet. Also, he mentioned an idea of a CountyCoin which loses value the farther away from the county the coin moves in order to incentivize investing back into the same community as opposed to going excessively and obsessively overseas aggressively, as in too much and too often. I confess I fell for fake news when I thought Babbit died. I was wrong. Steele says Wall Street and others stolen 100 trillion dollars. People in power plants in Texas were ordered to lower down, to power down to zero percent in most cases, the documents are here, you can read the documents, they were ordered to do this on purpose, this is KILLING PEOPLE, and YOU DO NOT CARE. Do you have no friends or family in Texas? 2021-02-14 - Sunday - 08:51 PM EST - The 14th of February of 2021 - DOE Order Number 202-21-1 was issued for Texas (ERCOT), for more info, go to Energy dot gov, their official government website.

Texas Being Murdered

The Department of Energy (DOE) was ordered to turn off the power in Texas which is causing people to die. They're literally murdering people and nobody cares. The evidence is right there, we can all grab and share it. But nobody cares that thousands to millions of Texans are starving and freezing to death. I said, to death. The Department of Energy told Texas they CANNOT produce more energy, that is why people are dying. DOE Order Number 202-21-1 mentions ERCOT (ISO), this document can be read on their official government website, you can go there, you can read it, you can pass it on to your friends, or you can let your friends die in the cold in Texas with no power. Texas electricity bill for your power, just this week now, went from $50 per Megawatt to over $9000 per Megawatt. Breaking News,  Megan Fox is an Anti-Masker which means she is Pro-Vitamin, we are all going to die.

Why is Sweden banning masks?

2021-02-20 - Saturday

Alpha Heater

Why is Sweden banning masks? Many times, they ban people from YouTube but then let other upload the same videos or similar videos and profit from them. The Covid Vaccine is not a remedy but an operating system.

The Healthy American

2021-02-21 - Sunday

We Stole It Fair & Square

Stores are not legally allowed to discriminate or disrupt commerce which comes from even the customers who refuses to wear masks. Stores can say it's private property. However, because the stores are open to the public, thanks to the 4th amendment, thanks to other things as well, prohibiting customers is discrimination among other things as well. The maskless buyer is not trespassing if he or she is not disrupting commerce. Moreover, when you prohibit customers from stores, then you are engaging in the disruption of commerce which may be illegal among other things as well partly because the customers are part of the free market exchange system which we call commerce. Stopping customers means you are disrupting commerce. That is illegal. You should go to jail for disrupting commerce. It may be many different things, not just that. Stores and states must be held accountable for violating laws. Stores are public. They cannot enforce masks. Churches however are legally considered to be private and can enforce masks.

Weekly Oatmeal Show - Episode 001

2021-02-22 - Monday

Coco Cola White Polar Bear Fired For Being Too White

Sound of Freedom is a great movie. The only preparedness that counts is the preparedness that happens when you don't yet need it. One day without notice, you will wake up and you will go to an ATM and it will not work. You will have no food in your house for many weeks to many months or longer. It takes less energy to walk on two legs than it takes to run four legs. The majority of suicides are from white male adults. Second spot is held by black male adults. Why was Bill Gates thrown out of 32 countries? New monthly vaccines for the virus of the month. Are you excited? He said now we have to difficult work of "Untying this knot," that is code for crazy people have to be sent off to re-educational FEMA camps where they will either recant or be murdered.

Gina Carona Interview with Ben Shapiro

2021-02-23 - Tuesday

Gina Carona Interview with Ben Shapiro

Gina interview. Why did NASA stop looking for life on Mars in 1976, why did they transition after that to geology, to looking for rocks? Trump got over 80 million votes while Biden got less than 40 million. Why are so many world leaders saying Covid-19 is permanent? They refuse to test it on animals because it kills animals or worse. No animals were harm in the making of this post. God save the animals. I'm glad we skipped animal-testing.

Being Dead Due To Birth

2021-02-24 - Wednesday

Tell Me Your Secrets

The only time your name is written in all uppercase capital letters is on your tombstone and yet that is how it's formatted on birth certificates, when parents sign it IN CURSIVE LETTERS when you are born, that is necromancy. When they say you can't leave the hospital with your own newborn infant baby without signing it, that is theft or worse. Legally speaking, it is a literal death sentence as you are literally selling away your baby. You need to live in groups of at least ten people. Zombies will be coming from the big cities. Protect your family from the walking dead. Why are so many big people being arrested around the world each day? Why?

Who Controls The Military Right Now?

Was an executive order or other items signed officially in 2019 authorizing a former (allegedly incumbent) U.S. President full control of the military even up to 60 days after an alleged inauguration of a alleged new administration (that is the new but fake President of the possibly defunct United Corporate States of America) which would end in or around, approximately, on the 20th of March of 2021? Please let me know such things were not signed. Please let your friends know nothing at all happened in 2019 at all. I'm only asking. I have no idea what happened.

Captain Biden Flying Around Zapping Brown Kids

2021-02-25 - Thursday

Captain Biden Flying Around Zapping Brown Kids

My gender is oatmeal. That is the kind of sex or gender I am. In India, doctors are saying women who get the Covid Vaccines are showing signs of the beginning stages of sudden breast cancer. Wow. This is amazing. Sign me up. Now we can all be Booby-Free Angelina Jolie. Please stick ten of those things in my arms today. Quick, this cannot come fast enough. Make boobs not great again. Please tell your friends how awesome this is. Learn To Say No Just For One Day Article. Tree Court Article.

Globalist vs Brazil

In Brazil, they're trying to force the government to not only waive all liability for the Covid Vaccines but also to sign over military bases over to them as well, it's insane but crazy things happen daily if only you knew the half of it. Back to American news. The Supreme Court has committed treason against the constitution and the republic of these American states. They've ruled saying whoever cheats the most in an election gets to be the alleged president of this defunct fake corporation which we illegally call in all caps THE UNITED STATES OF [not 'for'] AMERICA. Cheating is not only allowed but now also endorsed by the highest court of the land.

My-Body-My-Choice No-Mask Sign

2021-02-26 - Friday

My-Body-My-Choice No-Mask Sign

Masks Causes Bacteria Pneumonia. My-Body-My-Choice No-Mask Sign. Their goal is to make all humans unable to naturally reproduce by 2030. Why is South Africa cancelling the Covid Vaccine? There is also related news in Brazil, India, etc. See, people are dying from vaccines. They've been spending billions to trillions of dollars covering up vaccine deaths for decades globally. They murder people who expose this or worse in most cases. You have no idea how bad it is. Bill Gates and others are involved in giving vaccines to people around the world. That is why Bill Gates is banned in so many countries. In other news, there may be someday selling cloned synthetic children meat to encourage people to eat. Hell, they may have it ready already. Celebrity meat actually. The only we defeat this invisible enemy is to decide our own destiny. 80% of people who died of Covid in Canada were in nursing homes. 101 Pocketball Journal Scans Uploaded.

Covid Vaccines Are Murdering People

Why are over 75% of U.S. military troops refusing the Covid Vaccine? Because vaccines kill people. But more than that, the Covid Vaccine is not a vaccine. It utilizes mRNA which turns your cells into virus factories. That is what mRNA is. See, the M on mRNA means MESSENGER. This is Basic Biology & Science 101 For Dummies here. The vaccine literally sends messages or mRNA into the cell nucleus to tell it to make specific items. Covid-19 and the alleged vaccines in response to it are both GMO-like chimera monsters. They're a combination of different viruses, different things, I'm talking Frankenstein on a microscopic level. I've been talking about this many times. That is why so many people and so many countries are saying no to the vaccines. And again, the Covid Vaccines are not even vaccines to begin with. I wouldn't even be surprised if nano-tech is involved among other things in regards to these things which are murdering people right now. Sadly, they're blaming the mRNA deaths on Covid. So, they're trying very hard to make you think that you need to take monthly vaccines. And the more people die, the more they'll say, "Hurry up, you need even more vaccines, etc." Remember, they have spent billions to trillions of dollars covering up vaccine deaths. They murdered many people who tried exposing them. Fake news would never tell you all of this because they're fake news.

Cleaned Out a Chicken House

2021-02-27 - Saturday

Alex Jones Predicting Covid-19 Back in 2010

Wear a mask or I'm calling the cops. Alright, call the cops. I'm suing them. In 2020, over 40 million alleged votes for Biden were fake. In 2008, it was reported that HAARP was learning how to steer hurricanes via high-atmosphere heat injection, kind of like guiding a kitten with a string. Watch out for Bioterrorism says Bill Gates. Which reminds me, kind of funny how Texas was suddenly colder than Montana. Wow. Out of nowhere. What happened on this day in 1933? Reich Fire. Hitler. Germany. Klaus Schwab says you will ONLY ONLY ONLY eat bugs and will love it.

What is in the Covid Vaccine?

Some of the ingredients for the mRNA Covid Vaccine includes some of the most commonly consumed things including vinegar, salt, sugar, plus a few very common preservatives found in so many food items. Too many people buy processed foods which includes preservatives in them. So, why are these commonly consumed items in the vaccine? It is there to trigger autoimmune responses in your body's immune system. It may takes years for your body to get there, but slowly over time, your body will begin to develop allergies to salt, sugar, vinegar, etc. These allergies may spiral out of control into even worse problems over time. Now, that is just the tip of the iceberg. But it is a good thing to start with and share with others. Don't believe me. Don't take my word for it. Go get a list of the ingredients to these vaccines and post them here. I will wait for your awesome responses. Thank you so much in advance for responding with the real list of ingredients. Prove me wrong. Easy to do. Just show me the ingredients. Show me these items, like salt, is not in the vaccine.

DEADLY-ALLERGIC to YOUR-OWN-BODY

2021-02-28 - Sunday

Covid Vaccine Ingredients

Your body will become DEADLY-ALLERGIC to YOUR-OWN-BODY. Why is Pfizer giving their customers one thing but their staff a different thing? Pfizer got a new drug out which is going to help people deal with one of the side-effects of their own vaccines. So, they make money trying to fool you into getting one and then even more money when you have to come back to take some of their drugs to deal with the deadly side-effects. Have fun, kids. You WILL swell up like a balloon. I warned you. Why were thousands to millions of 2020 ballots had computer-printed vote marks as opposed hand-written vote marks all for Biden and none for Trump?

Trump 2024 is Retarded

Downvote because Trump won in 2020. See, they can steal it from Trump in 2024 too. We have to call for FORENSIC-STYLE ballot audits in each county each day. Call people. Email people. You can make a difference. Call the military. Call Congress. Call judges. Write letters. Protest in person. Make videos. Write articles. Share things everywhere. Do something. If you are reading this and you are doing nothing, then you deserve Biden and the Chinese takeover of America.

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Cleaned Out a Chicken House

DEADLY-ALLERGIC to YOUR-OWN-BODY

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𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: lee jeno x reader

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𝕒/𝕟 :: this took ages, and i’m pretty happy with it. It started off as a timestamp and then evolved into this mess. enjoy !! i’d listen to one ok rocks “eye of the storm” album.  

[ 10:50 pm ] you could feel the warmth radiating off the stage lights as they focused on the two boys in front of you. their faces shone with sweat, that was seen through the large led screens that had been placed all around the rink. the white haired boy held joy, and amusement on his face. his eyes shone with pride, and the warm lights that shone changed his eyes from the dark brown color you had gotten used to daydreaming about to a light caramel one. the almost blinding white lights shone on the boxers' faces, making Jeno’s face, though much healthier than the black haired boys that stood next to him, looked deadly pale and the cuts he had were much more prominent. the two boxers, still trying to catch their breath from the boxing match, looked at each other and though there had only been one winner the both smiled. Jeno's lip had been split open, remnants of dry blood still lingered on his lip and stained his cupid's bow,  and his cheek had begun to bloom a black bruise by the side of his right eye. but the boy didn't seem to care, as the referee pulled the two fighters to the middle of the ring. The man was small and short in contrast to the muscled boxers that stood next to him, a stark contrast between the two boxers as Jeno, his white wraps tainted with blood from when he broke the dark haired boy's nose. you tried to signal to the boy you were hopelessly in love with, who you had been best friends with for more years than you could count but the crowd was too thick. and the referee raised Jeno's hand, declaring him the winner of the match and declaring him winner of the tournament.

Jeno looked around the arena, a weak attempt he knew to find you. He had wanted to win for you. He had wanted to win for you. would win every fight for you, if it meant that he could see your eyes shining from pride and joy. he’d give it up too. if it only meant that you’d continue to look at him with those eyes that beheld galaxies, and millions of memories the two of you shared. for you to be by his side always ready to make him laugh and laugh at his jokes. It scared him when he realized months ago that he had fallen in  love with his best friend. The feeling that continued to grow in him, the need to see you smile and how everytime the two of you would hug would leave him with butterflies, the places where bare skin met bare skin when you would lift your hand, or change position so that your arms or legs would no longer be touching left him feeling the ghost of your touch for the passing seconds. it quickly dawned on him, that as much as he wanted to suppress the growing feelings he harbored for you the more they grew, and everytime you laughed at one of the dreamies jokes or would, though rarely, choose to sit next to them or hug them it would take all of his self control to not pull you away and bury you in his embrace. But as much as he wanted to hold you and be one to make you smile, his fear towards love and the effects it had on people scared him more. 

Jeno had grown up in though not abusive house, his parents were in a constant state of argument, whether it was his father blowing through a pack of cigarettes the stench of the carcinogenic materials lingering long after the argument had happened, and making young Jeno cough and gag even after the stench had passed. An attempt he told himself to let his father know that the smoke that by his teenage years seemed to live in the house, wasn’t doing anyone any good. From a small age he had observed what he believed love to be, and he had experienced first hand that it wasn’t what the hallmark movies would advertise, where the woman would work her way up in a company, or the protagonist would get stuck in a cabin together because a random snowstorm from god knows where had magically appeared, and through a magical series of events the two main characters would fall in a love that was nothing what Jeno knew. Jeno knew about a love that showed little affection. a love that mostly consisted of drunken confessions where his mother would criticize his father for being worthless and never giving anything for the family while she was stuck at home caring for the child they bore. His father would either leave the house after the late night drunken confessions, sometimes he’d spot his ten year old son on the front steps to their house, a mask of dimission and carelessness at the falling apart of his family etched onto his face. Jeno, had only known the toxic, break down your walls and slowly feel the million paper cuts constantly cut into your heart, love where he’d had to build up walls of brick and marble so that no one could make him feel the way his parents had made themselves feel. The only love he’d known to be pure, was that between the cat he fostered and would sneak into his room, the nights were the shouting and smoke lingered to thick, that at time he swore the smell would never be leave his nose and then gray cloud that would hang around the kitchen would be permanent. On those nights he would cuddle up with the black and white cat he had found, and had given food everyday he walked to school, until it followed him back home. Romantic love wasn’t something he believed in. a love so deep and pure between two people wasn’t something that he could wrap his head around, it seemed so far and foreign from everything he knew, that is until he met you in the designated ninth grade gym class. Where he had raised his hand, fists formed and ready to be taught to fight because he believed if he looked intimidating enough, and was able to physically beat someone up then there was no way that he could get his heart broken. He hadn’t expected for the new girl, who’d come from a foreign country, to be the first to support boxing, he hadn’t expected that in the years to come the two of you would go close and that you would be the one to slowly, that he hadn’t realized until his walls had been broken down that he had fallen deeply and madly in love with you. 

he thought he would need to give up fighting, from your last fight, when the girl he had sworn himself to protect and barely showed emotion, had started to cry in front of him. he remembered hazily how your argument had started, something about the purple black bags that adorned his arms and waist. It had surprised him, because though you’d always had a worrying personality you had never pointed it out specifically and scolded him for the injuries he’d get when fighting. The fight hadn't even begun because of his boxing, but because he had clumsy fallen off his chair.

Jeno had made a horrible joke, something that resembled Jin’s “why are we all trapped in a bubble?” “unbelievabubble” and though he knew the joke wouldn’t have gotten anywhere with the rest of the dreamies you couldn’t stop laughing. He could see the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, a never dimming smile placed on your face and contagious laughter that had made him laugh so hard that he’d fallen off his chair. Leaving him grabbing his stomach, tears of laughter threatening to spill and you continued to clap your laughter still echoing in the room. He’d wanted to continue the joke, continue to hear your laughter fill his ears and never see you upset. That, he later figured out was what went wrong, when he’d taken the joke too far pretending to be hurt. He’d laid on the floor and the laughter turned into more of a grunt, and quickly did your laugh die down to worrisome when you pushed back your chair the screeching noise a painful contrast to your laughter. You had rushed to his side, and when you’d heard the grunt, which had scared you as he’d recently gotten a concussion and it seemed as if the bleach and bright white lights still hadn't left your body. 

You had known, had really been the first to support Jeno in his pursuit of boxing, as long as you could in some shape or form continue to keep an eye out on the boy who had stormed into your life. It had become normal to spend a day at the hospital, and days later making sure the idiot wouldn;t overwork himself, as he always seemed to be ready for the next fight. Days were all you would do was cuddle, his arms wrapped around your waist or shoulders and the cat he had finally adopted after fostering it for years would sleep on your lap. Those days you cherished most, where affection from Jeno would come easily and you’d let yourself imagine the impossible. 

But when Jenos contagious laugh had changed to a grunt, you panicked. Scared that the last knock out he’d suffered had finally broken him, had broken something and he would no longer be able to fight or be no the boy you would always love. The moment you realized that it had been a joke, something snapped. Your feelings of worry and anxiety towards the boy with mixed white and black hair, his roots starting to show, changed to fury. The movement was quick, as you shoved the boys arms away from you and into the floor, his face losing all hints at the laughter and happiness that had graced his face a mere second ago. 

“What’s wrong?” Jeno asked, confusion and worry laced in his voice. He hadn’t expected you too suddenly back away from him, fury gracing your features and he could see the light water that had started to form. Sitting up  he tried to grab your arm, an attempt to comfort you but all he managed to do was push you farther away. 

“Don’t do that” your usually strong and determined voice came out a small quiet whisper and Jeno couldn’t help but feel his heart break. 

“Do what?” he sighed, confused and becoming a little annoyed that you wouldn’t be clear about what was happening. 

“Just-” you threw your hands up in frustration, “just don’t do that” the boy was still confused. He knew you weren’t good at communicating when it came to your own emotions, he knew that but it had tended to be different with him. Normally he wouldn’t begin to feel annoyed and angry at the fact that you wouldn’t just tell him what you were thinking. 

“Ve, you’re going to have too you know tell me what that is” you glared at him, and his response was to grin back at you. He should know you thought bitterly. But you wouldn't get anywhere if you just stood there staring, so you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, folding your hands together to stop them from shaking. 

“Pretend to not be ok, because the last time you fought you…” the image of your best friend on the floor flashes in front of you, knocked out, blood a constant spill coming from his nose and lip. You yell his name over and over, pulling his head up into your lap, his breaths shaky and shallow before the medics pull him away from you. In those moments your world fell apart when he didn’t respond to your screams, and pleas to wake up. It had never been that bad, it had never gotten to the point where it felt like you might never be able to see him again, feel the warmth of his body next to yours as you watched a bad movie, or feel the butterflies in your stomach everytime he held your hand for comfort. 

It was too much, you pushed the memory too overwhelming and you felt the water that had been pooling up spill, warm tears falling down your face, the salt of them filling your mouth. 

Jeno hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected for you to break down over him pretending to be hurt, he hadn’t expected for you to ever say no to his fighting, and though he knew he shouldn't be mad. Knew that he should, after everything that you two had been through, from the divorce of his parents to the death of your grandfather that had been one of the only few times you had allowed yourself to cry in front of him, that he should comfort you but he couldn’t bring himself too. Fighting, he thought, was the only thing that kept him alive and sane on most days. So he laughed, a laugh that mocked what you had told him. 

“You can’t tell me to not fight Mave. It’s like telling me to not breathe, you can’t just do that, can’t tell me to not fight, not get hurt, because you're scared? Scared of being alone like you were? You’ve already been alone, and if you try to stop me from doing what I love I don’t know if I can be here” he hadn’t really processed everything we was saying until the last word had left his mouth, and instead of punching him, which is what you’d usually do, you walked away. Tears still spill from your eyes, your heart that like Jeno had tried so hard to protect shattered and broken. 

Alone. You were alone again. 

The doors slammed shut, the bang against the wall leaving an echoing thud throughout the apartment complex. Jeno was left on the dining room floor, hands running through his hair. You didn’t come back. Not in an hour, not in a day. 

You didn’t come back. 

The memory was now foggy in his mind, he had tried to put it past him. Especially when he’d found out that you’d been staying with Mavi, a mutual friend, who he’d been jealous of since the day you told him you thought he was cute a year ago. The moment you’d left he realized what he’d done but he didn't know how to not fight. It’s what had gotten him through his parents and the countless scars we wore both physically and emotionally. Yet when he’d seen you go, and become a ghost, it had him do a double take. he thought he would need to quit it, but he would miss the adrenaline he would get every-time he got ready for a fight, the feeling the crowd would give him, and the pride that would swell up in him every-time he won a round. he looked around the crowd again, a smile permanently etched on his face the moment he spotted you. his left hand was still raised by the man in stripes next to him, a small “thank you”, and “good match” was exchanged between him and his opponent who looked as bad as he thought. the taste of blood filled his mouth from his split lip, but that didn't falter his smile when you caught his gaze. The next few minutes went by painfully slow. the award ceremony as he was congratulated and named the new champion, he had to make a speech, and as much as he wanted to make it thoughtful and thankful because he truly was honored and grateful for everyone that had supported him, he was most thankful to you. you who had never given up on him. So when he was handed the mike his speech went, “i would like to thank you, everyone, who has supported me this past year. my team who never fails to get me ready for my fights or hype me up so that my energy goes up. thank you all for your support even when I complained about your nagging. but most of all i’m thankful to my best friend Mave” 

your head snapped at the sound of your name. you were already about to burst from joy and pride at the sight of your best friend accomplishing his dream. something he wanted since you’d first met him all those years ago in ninth grade gym class. where the gym teacher had asked what they wanted to do that year and Jeno had automatically raised his hand and shy smile grazing the small boy's features when he proposed boxing and you want to learn more about martial arts had immediately supported the idea. Jeno had looked at you with a puzzling look surprised that you were so keen on the idea of punching people, but when the two of you paired up and you had been more interested in the art form of it and technique while Jeno was more interested in the brute force a companionship and pair had formed. the memory came to you, and you felt the tears well up in your eyes, as Jeno looked at you with so much pride and joy. “Y/N thank you for supporting me since the day we met back in gym class. this prize goes for you, the person who has never failed to make me laugh or smile, or be there for me. thank you for being my rock, ja”

Jeno finished his speech and you had made it to the front of the stage. the crew clearing a path for you. you who walked with your head held high, his leather jacket hanging loosely around your shoulder and looking at him with an emotion he couldn't quite place because for the first time he couldn’t read his best friend's eye. but when you placed your hands in his between the rails of the ring he couldn’t help the burst emotion that coursed through him. the crowd cheers and woops, faded. the cameras that captured his every move as he raised you onto the rings platform, the belt he had won hung lightly from his shoulder but the noises faded and so did the crowd and the cameras and Mark and Jaemin and Haechan whopping him and it was just the two of you. your arms wrapped around his torso and he held onto your waist, strong and steady, and when you pulled away just slightly from the hug your hands coming to rest at the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the locks of dyed hair that he couldn’t stand it anymore. he couldn’t stand the weight of what he felt towards you weigh him down even if you were to reject him. and just as he opened his mouth to mutter the three words that would change your relationship you leaned in. lips catching onto his, fitting perfectly against his when he kissed you back with as much love and joy that you had. it was short and brief, but when you pulled away from the tears in your eyes had managed to escape your eyes, small droplets running down your face as you smiled at your best friend, the boy you loved and would do anything for. 

“i love you” you both breathed out at the same time, giggling even though Jeno’s face had begun to throb and could finally begin to feel the pain shooting through his rib where his opponent had struck him repeatedly in the third round. 

“i’m done” he breathed. and the look of shock and confusion you gave him left him startled. He swallowed, trying to form words again but the cameras were on full focus. and the reporters had managed to push past the bodyguards and crew that pulled the two of you apart. the questions bombarded him, startling him with questions like “what’s your next move?” “are you planning on taking on the next class?” “is this your girlfriend?” he wanted nothing more than to talk to you first before taking any decision he might regret. but the reporters were ongoing and you had left the ring, standing by the team's side, pushing aside and voiding any questions that you wouldn't want to be answered. the reporters didn’t give him much time to think, so he answered what he was going to tell you the moment he was given a chance 

“tonight.” he breathed, “tonight, was my last fight,” Jeno stated. the crowd went quiet and you who were always supportive, you who understood him better than anyone looked at him with disappointment. that isn’t how you expected this to go, especially after your confession, he didn’t think you would give him a death glare and hit him when you found him in the locker room of the stadium. 

“what the fuck was that?” you questioned, annoyance and confusion were written all over your face and even though you were mad at him he still thought you looked hot. you wore his leather jacket, and the ripped jeans you wore hugged your curves. get yourself together, he scolded himself.

“what was what?” he asked, confused as to what you were referring to, arms crossing across his chest. 

“don’t play dumb Jeno” he continued to look at you with a confused expression on is face, not understanding exactly what he’d done wrong. “i really don’t know what I did wrong”

That wasn’t the answer you were expecting or wanting, throwing your arms up in frustration, the sleeves of the jacket pulling down enough so that one of your tattoos was seen. the dark ink contrasting with your skin, stop. stop. 

“You really don’t know?” you almost yelled at him, exasperation clear in your voice, “you just threw away the thing you love the most! Why? WHY would you say that you aren’t fighting anymore? I just...I don’t get it?” 

Your anger and annoyance had led to poking Jeno’s chest, a light shove that made the boy in front of you, who was still confused falter back slightly. The day's emotion had made you burst, and Jeno’s decision didn’t help the rollercoaster of emotion that you had felt during the past couple of hours. From getting ready for the fight, which mainly consisted of you two blasting music as loud as you could and proceeding to do weird dance moves, hyping your best friend out and giving him reinforcements while the dreamies teased the two of you to get a room. Your cheeks flushed every-time Nalo or Nick would mention that the two of you should be a couple, and the feelings you harbored for No only strengthened. So when he’d kissed you, or you’d kissed him it was a blur of joy and excitement and nervous butterflies you were on a high until he said that he wasn’t fighting anymore and you felt your stomach drop. 

You could feel Jeno’s gaze on you, and you lifted your head up, eyes meeting when he mumbled “for you” and you were pretty sure you stopped breathing for a second. it took you a second, a long second where Jeno felt like time would never start again when you didn’t answer him. and you didn’t answer him verbally no you punched him right in the ribs where you knew felix had hit him repeatedly. 

Jeno grunted, a flare of pain rising from his chest, but held managed to grab your arms. You struggled against his grasp, but he was much stronger, and managed to place your arms at your sides, hands intertwined with yours, the callouses rough against your skin. He took a deep breath, trying to ease his nerves, “for you” he breathed. 

Now it was your turn to be confused, not understanding anything “what do you mean for me? I never asked you to stop, you know I never would”. 

Of course he knew that, because since he’d known you all you had done was look after everyone else, even those that you weren’t close to, it had always been them over you. So he knew you’d never ask him, but he had chopped it up to your overly selfless nature. 

“I know, ja” the old nickname, meaning yes, it was contrast to his, when you tended to call him no, tugged at your heartstrings, “but from our last fight, i rather stop fighting than lose you” he confessed. The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, but his shoulders relaxed slightly, finally letting you know what he was thinking. 

You were shocked by his words, touched and a little annoyed and proud. He’d changed and grown so much from the boy you used to know, who would let no one in, and those he did let in would only see a small part of who he was, never truly showing what he was feeling. You slowly remove your hands from his, coming up to cup his cheeks, he turns his head slightly, white hair falling over his eyes. 

“Never, and really listen to me, No” you say, voice slightly strained with an overwhelming mix of emotions, “would i want you to stop fighting. It would be like if you asked me to stop loving you, it isn’t possible” you give him a smile, and the right side of his lip begins to curl up. “You won’t stop fighting because you love it. You won’t stop because I see how much it helps you, you know the joy and pride it brings into your life. And you most definitely won’t stop fighting because you're trying to protect me, because as much as at times I’m scared to death at the thought of losing you, I am more scared, that I’ll lose you if you don’t fight”.

The silence that followed lasted, a minute, five, you weren’t sure and neither was he. But neither of you spoke, holding onto each other, in a mutual understanding. No, looks at you, eyelashes grazing your hand, his eyes that you loved so much, had slightly disappeared into small crescent moons, as he smiled at you. When they opened again, they were bright, reflecting the dim light in the locker room, speaking the millions of words and emotions neither of you could tell each other because you didn’t know how too. 

A nod, and his hair falls into his eyes, and you reach to push it back slightly. He looks at you with a lovestruck smile that his friends would forever tease him about in the days to come, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t really care about anything except the fact that you’re looking at him with the same lovesick smile, that reaches your eyes, and that he can do what he loves. 

The crowd has long left, both teams have left too, and the lights are beginning to shut down, as the two of you finally walk out, hand in hand, never fading smiles on your faces, even as Jeno’s bruised cheek has fully bloomed, the full moon shining as the two of you walk together, happier than you’ve ever been. And Jeno thanks the stars for the day his walls were torn down, by you, the light in his life.

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[douchebagbrainwaves]

EVERY FOUNDER SHOULD KNOW ABOUT CONTACT

There was no protection against breakage except the fear of looking bad than by the hope of getting millions of dollars, and you get. Because few of us know any alternative, we have no idea what our average returns might be, and won't know for years. And it can last for months. The language offers abstractions only as a way to get a big program is to start with. The problem is the real one. Treat the first few months comforted ourselves by treating the whole thing onto the shoulders of a big company, it's good news. Actually I was being conservative. When Mark spoke at a YC dinner this winter he said he wasn't trying to start a startup.1 Whereas fundraising, when you're in a very strong position, you not only won't get that but won't get anything.2 But at least you know where these facial expressions come from.

Startup funding meant series A rounds.3 In phase 2, on top of whatever you sold in phase 1. What this means in practice is that they are compulsive negotiators who will suck up a lot of new software, because you're paying for the hardware, just as we can become wiser.4 What nerds like is other nerds.5 Often as not a startup at all.6 Maybe some aspects of professionalism are actually a net lose. Perhaps it's in the sweet spot midway between. TV.

So let that satisfy your competitiveness. Two years from now, you'll be able to use their control of the desktop to prevent, or constrain, this new generation of software?7 I wouldn't claim it's painless.8 So I recommend being good. His mom probably has it on the fridge.9 In the process we may decrease economic inequality. Convergence is probably coming, but where? The conventional wisdom in the Lisp world is that the first problem is the same reason they had to work at another job to make money.

You can't blame kids for thinking I am not like these people; I am not like these people; I am not like these people; I am not suited to this world.10 The key stage is when they're three guys operating out of an apartment, and a Web browser. Ignoring any trend that has been operating for thousands of years is dangerous. The best investors are also the most liberal. The language is built in layers.11 It took me years to grasp that. There are ideas that obvious lying around now.12 If one woodworker makes 5 chairs and another makes none, the second seems as strong as ever.13 The floors are constantly being swept clean of any loose objects that might later get stuck in something.

That's how the two are only loosely coupled.14 If you try writing Web-based applications. If you take a boring job to give your family a high standard of living, as so many people do, you don't have to force yourself to work, just as there was in the early days of microcomputers. With Web-based software will be less stressful.15 Prestige is especially dangerous to the ambitious. Tell yourself you can be in close contact with support. They say they're going to work on your projects, he can work wherever he wants on projects of his own. When you can ask the opinions of people you don't even know?

If everyone's filters have different probabilities, it will be, for users and developers both. The problem is that once you start raising money, but also connotations like formality and detachment. Hardware is free now, if your software is reasonably efficient.16 I'm an investor, the deal flow, as they were with desktop computers. You can usually call their bluff, and you willingly give him money in return for it.17 And yet all those people have to make a language that might go away, as so many programming languages do.18 Languages are for programmers, and libraries are what programmers need. The list of what you want in a startup hub. You can use whichever is best for each. Some such investors have value, but the curve is just as bad. In How to Become a Hacker, Eric Raymond describes Lisp as something like Latin or Greek—a charming college town with perfect weather and San Francisco only an hour away.

Notes

Com/spam. Again, hard work.

This is actually from the most demanding but also the fashion leaders.

Parker, William R. Digg is Slashdot with voting instead of a city's potential as a process rather than given by other people the freedom to they derive the same trick of enriching himself at the outset which founders will seem to be promising. If an investor pushes you hard to grasp this than we realize, because for times over a hundred and one or two, and since you can hire skilled people to claim retroactively I said yes.

Robert in particular. And it's particularly damaging when these investors flake, because at one point in the 1990s, and as we think. I've omitted one source: government grants. Record labels, for the next round.

If they want. The second biggest regret was caring so much on the scale that has a similar logic, one variant of the accumulator generator in other Lisp dialects: Here's an example of a running back doesn't translate to soccer. The Price of Inequality. There are people whose applications are perfect in every way, because they believe they do, so that you have to put it this way.

The problem with most of the kleptocracies that formerly dominated all the mistakes you made. More often you have to solve a lot of reasons American car companies, summer jobs are the usual way of calculating real income, they have to give up more than that total abstinence is the proper test of intelligence or wisdom. They assumed that their experience so far has trained them to get fossilized. The point where things start to rise again.

And say that's not the type who would make good angel investors.

I preferred to work like casual conversation. Stone, op. Default: 2 cups water per cup of rice. I don't know enough about big markets, why is New York, but that's what they really mean, in both Greece and China, many of the words we use have a browser and get pushed down by new arrivals.

This is a flaw here I should add that none who read this to users than where you wanted to than because they have because they had that we wouldn't have. After a bruising fight he escaped with a company, and Fred Wilson for reading drafts of this model was that professionalism had replaced money as a company grew at 1% a week for 19 years, it causes a fundamental economic shift away from large companies.

I became an employer, I mean type I startups. If Ron Conway, for example, probably did more drugs in his early twenties. If you have to go deeper into the work of selection.

Progressive tax rates will tend to get the people who get rich by creating wealth—wealth that, go talk to mediocre ones. Never attribute to malice what can be said to have invented.

27 with the founders lots of potential winners, from which they don't.

When he wanted to. Yes, I suspect the recent resurgence of evangelical Christians. Sofbot. The person who understands how to be tweaking stuff till it's yanked out of just doing things, you may as well.

Giant tax loopholes are definitely not a promising lead and should in some ways First Round Capital is closer to a later investor trying to meet people; I was genuinely worried that Airbnb, for example, if the growth is valuable, because a she is very polite and b the local builders built everything in it. Where Do College English 28 1966-67, pp. I remember are famous flops like the difference between us and the super-angels. I was not in the US since the mid 1980s.

A scientist isn't committed to rejecting it.

See Greenspun's Tenth Rule.

I realize this sounds like something cooked up, but the distribution of good startups that get funded this way is basically zero.

Most employee agreements say that intelligence doesn't matter in startups. I agree and in fact the decade preceding the war, tax rates, which has been decreasing globally. We didn't try to make money for the same work, but that they either have a bogus political agenda or are feebly executed.

Thanks to Trevor Blackwell, Marc Andreessen, Robert Morris, and Jessica Livingston for the lulz.

[all-might-blog]

Back in kindergarten

Summary:

Things don't go as planned and soon the students of Class 1A are back in kindergarden... and guess who are the people who have to take care of them...?!

Notes:

This is gonna be fun to write! Technically, this fanfic was inspired by a funny fanart I came across today. Technically, all the students are (drumroll please!) kindergardeners! The teachers (in the fanart, it's only All Might and Eraserhead, but here I am also gonna add in Present Mic) are wearing pink aprons. Oh, and it's made in the form of a comic strip. In the first panel, Eraserhead is holding an apple and saying: "You have five apples and your friend asks for three apples. How many do you have left?" In the second panel, it shows All Might, Todoroki and Izuku in the background (All Might is holding a tray of baked goods and the other two are looking up at them) and Bakugou is sitting at a table. He says "Five.". Guess why? XD In the next panel, we see Eraserhead looking very annoyed. He sighs and says "... You have five apples and your friend asks BY FORCE for three apples. How many do you have left now?" The next panel is by far the funniest. Why? "Fives apple and a corpse." Bakugou says. In the background, the other three are looking very surprised and shocked to hear this. So... I am gonna write something including this scene, but I am also gonna add in other bits with the rest of the students :D Enjoyyyyy!

This is the picture: 

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“This is bad.” Eraserhead said, looking at his class. Or what had been his class. The group of laughing, screaming kindergarteners he had had to tie up with his scarf were not his students. Or at least, they had been…? It was all confusing.

“The effects should wear off in an hour or so, according to the villain…” All Might said next to him, looking down at the kids with a thoughtful expression.

“According to the villain.” Eraserhead repeated. “We don’t actually know if what he told us was true. At least none of us were affected.”

“What should we do?” Mic asked.

“Well… until the effects wear off…” All Might said.

“Wait… are we gonna be nannies for them or something?”

“I am afraid that that’s what’s going to happen.” Eraserhead said, already dreading what was to come.

“Aw, come on, you guys! I am sure it won’t be that hard.” All Might said, looking down at the kids. Mic and Eraserhead exchanged doubtful glances.

“Whatever you say. What should we do? We have to find a way to entertain the lot of them.” Mic said.

10:09 pm

"You have five apples and your friend asks for three apples. How many do you have left?" Eraserhead held up the red apple for Bakugou to see. He was dressed in his usual clothes- with a pink apron over it, since they had just been doing a short baking session. He, Bakugou, Iida, Kouda, Jirou and Ashido were seated at a small table that the teachers had set up. All Might was holding a pan lined with freshly baked muffins and a smile on his face, with Kaminari, Izuku, Todoroki, Satou, Kirishima, Hagakure, Asui and Ojiro crowded at his feet, asking for muffins in their squeaky voices. Mic was entertaining the rest of the class in the other room by tuning his voice and singing.

“Five.” Bakugou said. Eraserhead sighed.

“You have five apples and your friend asks by force for three apples. How many apples do you have left now?”

“Five apples and a corpse.” Bakugou said with a grin on his face. There was a long silence in which the kids at the table stared at their classmate with horrified faces. The others had also fallen quiet, staring at Bakugou with similar expressions.

“What?” Bakugou said, crossing his arms. “Everyone knows that no one should take stuff from me.”

10:18 pm

“Carry me too!” Sero said, jumping up and down excitedly. All Might stood in his flesh form, more than half of the kids sitting on his shoulders, head and arms.

“Sero, my boy, I don’t think I will be able to,” All Might said. Not because they were too heavy, but because it was hard not to accidentally drop them with how much they were squirming.

“Pleaseeeeeee?” Uraraka begged, pulling at his pant’s legs.

“I can’t-”

“ PLEASEEEEEEEEEE?! ” the two children begged as one. All Might sighed.

“All Right. Denki, Kirishima, would you be kind and let your class-”

“NO!” the two boys shouted in his ears. All Might let out a long suffering sigh.

“I shouldn’t have fed you guys muffins…”

10:26 pm

“Aizawa?!” Mic shouted.

“I am teaching the kids the difference between villains and superheroes right now, Mic. I’m busy.”

“Yeah, but Mineta might get torn apart by the girls.”

“WHAT?!”

“He tried to look under Momo’s skirt. I told him not to- NO! MOMO, I TOLD YOU NOT TO THROW KNIVES! PUT. THEM. DOWN !!!”

10:37 pm

“I take back what I said about this being easy,” All Might said, collapsing down on a chair.

“See?”

“Since when could little children get so… hyper after feeding them a tiny muffin?”

“That is a mystery unknown to us adults.” Mic patted his shoulders before going back to tying Momo, Denki and Mina with a piece of Eraserhead’s scarf.

“What…?”

“Mineta did it again. I had to do something , right?”

10:38 pm

“No, Bakugou, just because they have cool quirks, it does not mean they are heroes.” Eraserhead said.

“So are you a villain?” Shouji asked.

“Wha- what makes you think that?”

“See, you are dressed in black.” Shouji said.

“And you are grumpy.”

“And boring. Boring too!”

“And not a little bit of shine!” Aoyama added, flicking a strand of hair from his head.

Eraserhead exhaled a shaky breath, trying very hard not to slap them into tomorrow.

Patience, he thought, they are just kids.

“And this class is boring. Can we play or do something else?” Fumikage said.

“All right then.” Eraserhead towered over them.

“Yep, he definitely reminds me of a villain,” Hagakure said as they all shrunk back.

“Mr. Eraserhead?” Midoriya squeaked.

“Let’s play a game. Let’s see who can stay quiet for the longest time. Winner gets a muffin. Got it?”

“YES!” they all shouted.

10:46 pm

“How the hell did you manage to keep them all quiet?” All Might whispered with awe, looking around at the peaceful kids that had been absolutely hyper not long ago.

“I bribed them. And we have ten minutes to go before the hour finishes.” Eraserhead replied.

“Did any of you get any pictures of them?” Mic asked.

“I might have snapped just a few…” All Might admitted.

“Same.” Mic held up his phone and showed them a pretty cute picture of Todoroki, Tsuyu, Mezou, Momo, Midoriya and Bakugou all sitting on All Might’s lap when the ex-hero had been in his flesh form. He then showed them a picture of Jirou plucking at the strings of a guitar she had found.

“Yeah, you have to admit they are kinda cute when they are not… is it right to call them little monsters?” All Might asked with a nervous smile (this got him furious glares from Kirishima and Bakugou, the latter giving him a kick in the shins).

The door opened and Eri came in, followed by Mirio.

“Well, what happened here?” Mirio asked, looking around at the quiet kids. They all looked up at him with curiosity, but not one of them opened their mouths to say a thing.

“It’s… a long story.” Mic said.

“Yeah… I can see that.” Mirio said.

“Wait, is that Mister Deku?” Eri pointed at Midoriya, who was drawing a scribbly All Might on a paper with a few crayons, lying on his stomach and tongue sticking out with concentration.

“Like Mic said, long story.” All Might said, looking at the picture and considering asking Midoriya if he could keep it or to just take it with the account that his successor wouldn’t get mad.

“Then… I won’t ask.” Eri said.

10:53 pm

“Wow, none of them have said a word.” Mic mused. “Looks like we will have to bake a new batch of muffins.” All Might said.

“That depends on if any of them will actually make a sound.” Eraserhead said, crossing his arms.

“But… what if one of them does and he or she is the one getting left out?” Mic asked.

“Logical rouse.” was Eraserhead’s only reply.

“Ah…”

10:57 pm

“Okay, the lot of you were really quiet.” Eraserhead said, standing up. They all looked at him, the question in their big eyes. “Yeah, you can speak now.”

A billion questions related to the promised muffins were suddenly shot at him. He silenced them with a single look.

“You will all get your promised prizes, but first we are gonna have to bake them.” he said.

“Wha-?” Ojiro suddenly clamped his hands over his mouth, tail curling around his legs. He was growing green.

“He’s gonna pu-”

Ojiro suddenly let out all his lunch on the carpeted ground.

“-ke.” Mic finished. Ojiro coughed.

“I don’t feel so good.” he mumbled. Then he suddenly began to change, growing larger and different until he was back to being his old self.

“Wait- they are all gonna go through the same!” All Might cried, jumping to his feet. “Kids, follow me! And be quick about it!” he ran to the toilets, the rest of the class trotting after him. Many of them already looked sick as they clamped their small hands over their mouths. One by one, their students returned from the toilets, looking tired, sick and worn out.

“I feel like I could sleep for days on end,” Ashido said, collapsing on the couch with a groan. “What the hell…?”

“I feel you, sempai.” Sero said, collapsing next to her with a sigh. Soon their class was back to normal. All Might returned with a mop and a bucket and Midoriya and Ojiro (who felt guilty about it) helped him scrub Ojiro’s lunch from the floor, noses scrunched at the smell.

“That was a nightmare. I was stuck as a five year old…” Kirishima said.

“The nightmare was for us ,” Mic said, arms crossed, “you kids must have worn your parents out as children.”

“Do we still get the muffins you promised?” Satou asked.

Eraserhead sighed. “A promise is a promise, isn’t it?"

[deanieweaniewrites]

A Party and a Stripper Truck

Rated: E

Words: 1917

For the @supernaturaltropecelebration Halloween mini! My trope was ‘Sexy Costume’

Also shoutout to the Profound Bond Discord for some help with this. Thanks to @nickelkeep for telling me to write about the Stripper Truck, because that made this about 10x better so ily

Read on AO3

Tags: Sexy Costumes, Unestablished Destiel, First Kiss, First Time, Early-Season Vibes

“Dean, why don’t you wear a costume for Halloween?”

Dean nearly jumped out of his seat when the familiar deep voice of his best friend came from behind. He thought he was alone in the motel room, Sam being out for a food and beer run. He turned around and saw Castiel standing right behind his chair. “Dude, first of all, you scared the shit out of me. Secondly, I hate Halloween. I have to live through Halloween every day of my life.”

Castiel took a moment to think about that. “I thought you were telling Sam about crashing that college girl’s Halloween party and wearing a costume.”

“Okay, I was mostly joking. I’m not gonna wear a costume. Also, she’s a grad student.”

“Are you still going to go?”

Dean shrugged. “Probably. What’s better than free booze and a bunch of grad student girls in sexy costumes?”

“I could name a few things…”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Right, ever the heavenly prude.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes at Dean before disappearing with the sound of flapping feathers. Dean turned back around in his seat and took a swig of his beer, frowning when he finished it off. Oh well, Sam would be back with more soon.

Dean just grinned and ignored Sam while he was lectured on why going to the party was stupid. Dean was an adult, he could do whatever he wanted. Maybe he actually wanted to enjoy Halloween this year. Screw research, he wanted to have a good time. 

When the evening came around, Dean just shrugged with a smug smile at Sam, who was pulling a major bitch-face at him for leaving. Dean checked the address he had scribbled on a napkin when the woman throwing the party had given him. He usually didn’t interact this much with people involved with cases he was working, but who was he to turn down this opportunity?

Dean didn’t even remember her name. She was an acquaintance of the family who was being haunted, and she had recognized Dean and Sam in a diner, having seen them at the family’s house when the police were investigating. Dean had put his charm on and earned himself an invitation to her Halloween bash.

Dean took a cab to the party, knowing damn well he’d be too inebriated to drive Baby back to the motel room. The house was already booming with bass, and young adults were pouring out of the front door onto the lawn. Even in the cool Tennesee evening air, almost everyone was in extremely revealing costumes. Dean took in the sight of all the exposed skin with a smirk as he stepped out of the cab and handed the driver a wad of cash.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and waltzed up to the front door, slipping his way inside to find the booze. As he made his way inside, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Hey, you made it.”

Dean’s head snapped around and he grinned when he saw his inviter standing there in a sexy cat outfit. Basic, but sexy. The black bodycon dress hugged her curves nicely. “Hey, yeah, I made it.”

“Where’s your costume?”

“Eh, I’m not really a costume guy.” Dean shrugged. “Where can a guy get a drink around here?”

“Over here.” 

Dean followed the girl into the kitchen and found an array of drinks. He poured himself a rum and coke and surveyed the area. There were a few couples making out in dark corners, girls in little groups, chatting up a storm, and guys stalking the floor, looking for a lay for the night. Dean almost wished he went to college just for nights like this.

“Do you remember my name?” The girl asked, taking a swig of her beer.

Dean chuckled. “You remember mine?”

“Nope.”

“Dean.”

“Sarah.” 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, again, Sarah.” Dean grinned. “Got anything planned for tonight.”

“Well, there’s the costume contest, and then the winners have to perform on the stripper truck.”

“The what?” 

Sarah chuckled. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s a big truck with dancers in it. You get in the truck and watch. It’s a stripper truck. The sexiest costumes have to dance. I think I’ve spotted a couple winners already. The dude in assless chaps is really killing it.”

Dean laughed. “Please point him out if you see him, I’ve got to see that.” He knocked back the rest of his drink and picked up a shot off a tray as it passed him, throwing it back. “I think I’m gonna survey the field a little more. Come find me if you need anything.” Throwing Sarah a wink, Dean disappeared into the crowd to see what other kinds of costumes he could find. 

All of the standards were there. Sarah had the sexy cat, along with at least five other girls. There were devils, angels, and zombies everywhere. The men seemed to all go along with careers rather than creatures. There were sexy policemen, firefighters, priests, and even some guys that were just shirtless.

Dean mingled around the party, laughing at the drunk shenanigans. He played beer pong with a group of guys and beat their asses at it. They challenged him to a game of pool, and Dean only agreed to it with a bet. Dean walked away from the game $100 richer. 

A few hours into the night, a voice came on over the speaker system announcing that the winners of the costume contest were being crowned. Dean slowly made his way back to the living room, the voice continuing on the microphone. By the time he made it to where it was being announced, the winners were being sent to the stripper truck. Dean huffed and walked outside to see a line forming behind the truck. It was about five people deep now, so Dean hopped in on it quickly. He had to see what kind of costumes won this contest, and the idea of a stripper truck was too good to pass up on.

Unfortunately, there was a $10 admission for the truck, but Dean just used some of the money he won from pool to get his spot. There were three costume contest winners, so seven spectators were allowed in at a time. Dean hopped into the truck with a grin. The first thing he saw was a girl in an awesome Lara Croft costume. She looked the part and nailed the costume and makeup. The second winner was a classic playboy bunny costume on one of the bustiest, curviest girls Dean had ever seen. All Dean could see of the last one was from the waist down, and he was in assless chaps. 

Dean grinned widely and took his spectator seat. It was then that the man in chaps started turning around, and Dean’s face paled. “Cas?”

Castiel turned quickly towards Dean, nearly knocking his own cowboy hat off of his head. “Dean?”

Dean stood up. “Cas, what the hell are you doing here in...that?!” He gestured to Castiel’s outfit, which consisted of a cowboy hat, a brown leather vest with fringe, and chaps that only covered his legs and crotch, leaving his ass fully exposed. 

“I tried to find you here, and then these girls, they said I needed a costume, so they gave me this and...now I’m here.”

Dean buried his face in his hands, trying not to stare at any of Castiel. “Oh my god, dude. We’ve got to get you out of here.” Just when Dean was about to start pulling Castiel out of the truck when the door closed and music started pumping. The other two winners pulled Castiel to the middle and started dancing around him. 

Castiel looked like a deer caught in the headlights until one of the girls whispered in his ear and took his hand, urging him to dance. It took a few seconds, but soon Castiel started bouncing a little to the beat of the music. The angel turned to Dean, following the girl’s movement of swinging his hips back and forth to the beat. 

Dean met Castiel’s eyes and his cheeks went beet red. It was hard not to notice how hot Castiel looked in the costume. He tried to avert his gaze, but Castiel’s stare on him was too heavy. Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol or the atmosphere of the stripper truck, but Dean really wanted Castiel to himself right now. The look on the angel’s face was certainly giving Dean clues as to what he wanted. 

The truck drove around the block before returning in front of the house. Castiel had gotten into the dancing by now, grinning as he swayed around between the two girls. But as soon as the truck stopped and the doors opened, he was being pulled away by Dean. 

“Dean, I-”

Dean pulled Castiel behind the truck and grabbed his vest. “Please tell me I’m not seeing things and that you were starin’ at me how I think you were.”

Castiel paused, hands moving to Dean’s sides. After waiting for a moment, he leaned forward and captured Dean’s lips in his own, pulling him closer.

Dean let out an internal sigh of relief, his eyes slipping closed as he kissed Castiel back. When the angel pulled away, Dean opened his eyes, slightly breathless. “Come back to the motel?”

Castiel nodded quickly. “I think that would be a more appropriate setting than behind a truck.”

Dean laughed and rolled his eyes. “Dork.”

~~~

Thirty minutes later, Dean and Castiel were tumbling back into the motel room, hands all over each other, making up for all the time they insisted that they were “just friends”. It was heated, passionate, and a declaration of unspoken love. The door slammed closed and the bed squeaked from their weights underneath it. Breathless moans began when Castiel started opening himself with lubed-up fingers. Breathless moans turned to grunts and groans of pleasure, the bedsprings moaning their own complaints. 

Dean held his lover’s hips and swore at the feeling of leather against his thighs. The fucker didn’t even take the chaps off. The pair desperately grabbed at one another, catching each other’s lips at every chance they got. Castiel came unraveled on top of Dean, all of that angelic poise and grace slipping away.

When Castiel came, light filled the room for a brief second. Dean’s brain short-circuited when he came as well, fingers digging into the angel’s hips. After something as life-altering as that, there wasn’t much more they could do except strip off Castiel’s chaps and curl up together under the blankets.

That was, until the bathroom door opened and a mop of brown hair poked out. Sam had a hand over his eyes. “Don’t say a word. I’m getting another room.”

Dean snorted and laughed hard enough that he threw his head back against the pillow as his poor brother ran out of the motel room. “Aw, poor Sammy.”

Castiel looked to Dean. “You think he’ll be okay?”

“He’s fine. Not the first time he’s gotten stuck in a bathroom while I’ve gotten down and dirty.”

“So, it was good?”

Dean hugged Castiel close. “Cas, that was awesome. Hey, happy Halloween.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes. “I thought you hated Halloween.”

“If you’re going to dress up like that, it’s my new favorite holiday.”

“Ah, so this is a tradition for us now?” 

Dean chuckled. “Guess so. Night, Cas.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

[seouledbysisi]

New World

Chapter 11

The ladies had just arrived at Incheon Airport. It was so different. Everything. The people, the scenery, the atmosphere. Super busy. It was like they had stepped into a new world in a different dimension.

They took a look around hoping that it wouldn’t be hard to find the person who was supposed to show them to their new apartment or dorm as the company had called it. Honestly they had no idea what the true difference was.

Suddenly they saw a lady with a big sign that read SM Ent. on it.

“I think that’s our cue.” Mia voiced beside Gianna.

Gianna was a bag full of nerves. “What if she doesn’t speak English?”

“Well then I guess we just won’t be conversing.” Mia giggled and pulled Gianna with her.

The woman waved with a huge smile. “Mia? Gianna?”

The ladies both nodded eagerly.

“I’m Mia and this is Gianna.” She held her hand out.

The lady quickly shook it. “Hello. I’m Minji, Johnny has told me all about you. I hope you live up to the hype!” She smiled.

Mia’s heart began to beat faster. “I hope so too.” She spoke under her breath.

“C’mon! How was your flight?” She showed them to black Tahoe. A man was standing outside of it. He grabbed their bags and placed them in the vehicle. The girls climbed in.

“The flight was long. Very long.” Gianna finally spoke.

Minji giggled. “Sounds about right. Well your dorm is fully furnished but you’re welcome to buy anything you want to add to it and make it your own. It’s only four miles away from the SM headquarters, so getting to work won’t be a hassle. Any questions?”

“What all does a broadcast director do?” Mia asked. She knew Gianna was dying to know what all this job entailed. Especially since she wasn’t even the one who applied for it technically.

Minji laughed a little. “It’s pretty cool. Basically when artists have a show or concert. Some form of performance, the broadcast director makes sure that everything onstage is proper. The camera footage, choreography. The whole thing. Gianna’s job is basically to make sure everything runs as close to perfect as it can.”

Gianna stared out the window as she took everything in. “So basically if something goes wrong, it’s my fault?”

“Basically. It’s a dog eat dog world but you won’t be alone. You’ll have a team. The cool thing is that you won’t be assigned to just one artist. It will rotate. So sometimes you may have to travel outside of Korea for performances, it just depends on where you fall in the rotation.”

Gianna nodded.

“Will my assignments ever rotate?” Mia asked.

“Yes and no. It just depends. You’re with Red Velvet and lets just say that they change stylists often. If they love you then you’re stuck with them but if they hate you then we’ll try to find you a new fit.” She laughed.

Mia felt bile starting to rise up in her throat. Her anxiety was starting to overtake her.

Gianna grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Are they difficult to work with?”

“No. Most of them are really nice but some are particular about certain things.” Minji stated.

The vehicle came to a stop. It was a tall building. Outside the glass double-doors was a pin-pad and intercom system.

“Wow! This is high tech.” Gianna admired.

Minji put in a code and they headed to the elevator. She showed them to the entrance of their dorm. They could only imagine what the inside would be like.

They were astonished. It was nothing like the apartments in the states. It was loft style and had a bedroom downstairs and upstairs.

“I’ll let you girls get settled in. I’ll come get you in the morning at 10 and show you around the SM headquarters.” She left.

They admired the apartment.

“You want upstairs or down?” Mia asked.

Gianna shrugged. “I’ll take upstairs I guess. I’ll probably be in your room all the time anyway, unless you’re with lover boy.” She joked.

“Johnny isn’t thinking about me like that!” Mia was being modest.

Gianna smiled. “You don’t have to lie, I know y’all talk quite a bit.”

“I just don’t want you in your feelings over Taeyong. That’s why I don’t talk about Johnny much.” Mia sat on the couch.

Gianna sat beside her. “I’m good, Mi! I wanna hear all about Johnny. I think it’s pretty cool that you’re living every fan’s dream.” She tipped her chin.

“He said he wants to see me when he gets back.” Mia clapped her hands.

Gianna squealed. “Oh my gosh! Really??? What are y’all gonna do? When will he be back?”

“You’re more excited than me girl!”

“I’m living vicariously through you!” Gianna giggled.

“Well they come back next weekend and they have some sort of fan meet and mini concert.” Mia told her with a smile. “You might be working it.”

“God, I pray not. I’d rather not work with them directly for right now.” Gianna grabbed her suitcases and headed up the stairs.

Mia pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Johnny on FaceTime. He answered quickly.

“Hey gorgeous!” Johnny seemed overly happy.

Mia eyed his background. “Are you outside?”

“Yeah. There’s a festival here and everyone is walking the streets and bar hopping and stuff. I think it’s October fest?”

Mia nodded with a smirk. “So you’re getting lit?!”

“A little bit. We had a good show and some of the fans told us about this fest.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Mia questioned.

Johnny flashed Haechan, Mark & Yuta on the screen. “The others are around somewhere.”

Haechan smiled with a wave. “Johnny-Hyung who is she?”

“A friend.” Johnny chuckled.

“Pretty friend. Do I know you?” Haechan asked as he stared at the screen a little while longer.

Mia didn’t know what to say.

“Vegas winner.” Johnny answered point-blank. “That’s between us though, okay? No managers need to know.”

Haechan held out his pinkie. “Pinkie promise Hyung.” He hugged him. It was clear that alcohol was in his system. They seemed like they were having a good time.

“I hate to bother you while you’re having fun.” Mia pouted.

“You’re not. Did you make it safely?”

“Yes. Want a tour of the dorm?” She asked with a huge smile on her face.

Johnny nodded.

She showed him the living area, the kitchenette, and her bedroom. “You like?”

“It’s cute. Looks similar to our dorms. Are you and Gianna sharing or she’s in a different space?”

“She upstairs. I’m sure she’ll want to see you.” She rushed you the spiral staircase. Gianna was laying on her bed staring at the ceiling. “Say hi to Johnny!” Mia yelled.

Gianna’s eyes widened. “Hey John Suh!” She nodded her head at him.

“Hey GiGi! How you been?”

“Pretty good. Can’t complain. I have a job, a grown up job so that’s a plus.” She smiled.

Suddenly Taeyong appeared behind Johnny handing over a beer. “Try.” He spoke.

Johnny sipped the bottle. “It’s good. It’s different from what I’m drinking. How many have you had?”

“Just this one. No more. Can’t handle it.” He sat beside him, not even noticing that Johnny was on FaceTime.

Johnny stared at him for a moment. “Not gonna say hi?”

Taeyong raised an eyebrow. “To who-“ at that point he knew exactly who Johnny was talking about. He saw Mia first but in the background was Gianna. He waved towards the camera. His heart had dropped in his stomach.

“Hey Tae.” Mia spoke.

Gianna simply nodded back.

Taeyong and Johnny began conversing in korean. They obviously didn’t want the girls to know what they were saying. The funny thing was that the girls had been listening to korean music and watching k-dramas for years to have picked up on a bit of the language.

“He asked him why he didn’t tell him that he was on the phone with us. ” Gianna giggled sarcastically.

Mia rolled her eyes. “I figured he would. He’s being weird.”

The guys looked back at the camera. “Y’all understand korean?” Johnny asked.

“A little. Not as much as we should but we picked up on some of what y’all said.” Mia responded. “Burst your bubble?”

Johnny chuckled. “A little bit.”

Taeyong moved next to Mark.

Gianna’s phone pinged. TY💚 So you moved to Korea?

She showed her phone to Mia. “What the fuck is happening?”

Mia shrugged. “Strange things.”

“We haven’t talked since the other day.” Gianna laughed. Yep. She texted back.

Mia and Johnny continued to talk.

Gianna’s phone pinged again. Did you not want me to know?

She rolled her eyes. No, it just never came up. You would find out anyway because we work for the same company.

SM? He texted almost immediately.

Gianna sighed. Yes. I’m a Broadcast director now.

Wow. Congrats. Sucks you didn’t tell me.

Gianna shoved her phone in Mia’s face. “He’s acting like he didn’t know!” She laughed.

“Maybe he really didn’t, Gi.” Mia was giving Tae the benefit of doubt.

Thought you knew. She responded.

Her phone pinged a few minutes later. It was a simple ‘👍🏼’ from him.

“Hey Johnny, where’s Taeyong?” Mia asked.

He looked behind him and noticed that the chair beside Mark was vacant again. “Where TY?”

“He said he was going to the van and waiting with the managers.” Mark shrugged. “He seemed mad.”

Mia looked over at Gianna. “You did this so now you gonna fix it, right?”

“There’s nothing to fix.” Gianna stated and headed downstairs leaving Mia behind. She wasn’t in the mood to have a conversation about Taeyong or anyone else for that matter. She was more interested in preparing for her first day of work.

[eris0330]

Hiraeth - Twenty one

☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader ☽Genre☾ ; Angst

☽Word Count☾ ; 2.5k

☽Summary☾ Returning back to Korea after years of being under the ground, to see your parents. You wished it was all it took, to feel complete again. The aftermath of confusion, betrayal and sorrow was the reason to never come back into the boys presents. But it wasn’t until, seeing one them enter the same cafe, at the right time.

☽Warnings☾ Mention of suicide and along those lines.

☽M. List☾ ;  1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // 18 // 19 // 20 // 21 // 22 [ongoing]

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Present…

In the early mornings of brewing hot water and coffee, with different variants of oatmeal while the eggs are sizzling on the pan. Hoseok had awoken earlier than the others and decided to prepare breakfast, as the others were resting out the alcohol. The boys had stayed up to late night, watching different youtube videos, of them, you and others that could be close to your case. The drinks refilled quicker with lousy dancing and bantering, while the music soothed in the background. It was a night to remember, unfortunately it was only Hoseok that kept the alcohol to a minimum. Secrets were shared, confessions of lonely boys, future worries got thrown back and forth.

“Ooooh smells gooood~” Jimin chimed, sitting at the breakfast bar to look at Hoseok setting up the table. Jimin yawned fondly while cracking his tense bones, to then see Namjoon join beside him. Polishing his glasses, his lips were swollen from a deep sleep in his own room. “Morning~” he spoke with a rust voice, while clearing the smudge off his glasses. 

Taehyung slowly approached to snack on a banana, not waiting further for the boys to arrive. His smacking of lips grows in the room, while nodding a firmly ‘good morning’ too.

Jungkook stepped forward from the deep hallway to help Hoseok put the food ready on the table, letting it be in the centre for everyone to grab. “Are the others up too?” Jungkook questioned curiously, seeing Namjoon and Jimin shrug appropriately while Taehyung pointed towards the hallway. After two seconds, two men with rough morning hair were standing at the entrance of the hallway while giving each other a glance. There weren’t exchanged a word and they each found a spot at the table, while Jin stretched his arms along the way.

“You’re all such early risers” Jin yawned deeply, pouring oatmeal into a bowl. The others chucking at his remark, thanking for the food before indulging into the breakfast. The sound of munching and juice poured into glasses, reminding some of the boys of last nights ‘party’. After a quiet breakfast the boys helped with the dishes, while some were lounging on the couch to dwell on a filled stomach. It took some time before they decided to go wash up and getting their cozy outfits on, because even though it was an off day, they felt this strange urge to have somewhat ‘decent looking’ clothing on.

“So, any news?” Jin spoke, settling himself on the floor to stretch his body in various positions. His long legs spotted any angle of the room, while Yoongi positioned himself as a ball in the lounge chair. The boys following troop to find a spot at the couch or empty chairs looking at their phones, while Jungkook put on some background music. Hours passed and it was almost noon. Their stomachs were about to rumble of anger, or rather hunger, to be exact. Jin was chosen to cook lunch, with two of the others from the group. Though, no one was volunteering with a cheer, so they decided to play a game of who picked the shortest straw. Back in the days it was about to find something useful in the house, to have long sticks and one short stick. Now in the futuristic days, those things are mounted into their phones. So, the game didn’t take very long and the lucky winners, were Jungkook and Taehyung. Thankful for the errands of the day before, they had all the ingredients that they needed, though they were confused why they decided to buy extra but something told them it was the right thing to do.

It was a chaos in the kitchen, with magic tricks involving caramelized potato and different ways to cut the vegetables in shapes. That’s how it usually went, cooking as a trio in a small kitchen. Jin always taught Jungkook new things and skills to prepare the food, or know when something is cooked and even what to do when the food taste bland. Taehyung always admired Jin’s skills in cooking and were doing his best, to show how good he has become in his cooking skills.

Yoongi and Jimin decided to put the plates on the table, while Namjoon were grumbling by himself in the lounge chair. His thoughts anywhere else than in the room, or to be heard by others. He felt strange, sitting by himself but also a snitch of happiness looking back at the others. The way they chuckled, played around and helped each other, felt remising. He couldn’t help but smile and Hoseok seemed to notice, as he nudged Namjoon on his thigh.

“Don’t get lost now” He chimed, before inviting himself to sit at the table. The delicious scent of food was growing in the room, making the other join the table in the speed of light. As the last things were placed, they all thanked for the food before indulging themselves. The sounds of munching and happy murmurs of their taste buds cheering, made confidence grow within the cooking masters.

“So, since we got here, we might as well talk about our plan” Jungkook spoke, with rice stored in his cheeks making them puff larger than usual. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile of the cute sight, that were lining up to a bunny.

“What plan? It’s not like we can do much than roam around on social media. Out of all places, I doubt she would be here in Jeju” Jimin added, fetching a piece of meat from the pan. The others knew why they had to come here, but they didn’t know if it was the real deal or just an excuse to get away from work.

“Never say never” Yoongi muttered, munching on a chewy piece of meat. Namjoon sighed loudly, before taking a big bite of his meal. His hands clapping softly, gaining the other’s attention.

“Right, before we got here, I had a talk with Bang. About the articles that is flowing around” He spoke softly, making the other slow down their eating process.

“Those articles are still up everywhere on social media and even the dating scandal between her and Wonho, but it’s like people don’t want to stop talking about our disbandment” Hoseok mentioned, poking at his meat as he watches the other’s reaction.

“It’s not like they are dumb. I have read a lot of theories online about the whole disbandment and they aren’t far from the truth, even now it has gotten better after the dating scandal article.” Jungkook added, remembering that single theory article about the cover up a disbanded member due to medical issues. Even though the article had faults, it was almost true as it could be.

“Come to think of it, how did Wonho know about the whole thing with Jimin and Y/N?” Taehyung questioned curiously, munching on a piece of bread while looking at Jimin with big eyes. Jimin could only scoff of the question, feeling the pain return that he once experienced in his own home.

“Wonho sleeps around with Jisu” Yoongi answered annoyed, taking a toothpick to take out the piece of meat stuck between his teeth.

“Wonho?? Jisu??? Are you serious??” Jin almost yelled in shock, thinking of the love that was once shared between Wonho and you, but also the hatred that was formed with Jisu.

“So Jisu is with Wonho and Soomi is a Youtuber. How did it end up like this?” Taehyung questioned in disbelief, that it felt like everything went better for everyone else than themselves.

“Also, when Soomi isn’t under contract anymore, she’s pretty much free to speak about everything that happened years ago” Jimin mentioned, clenching his jaw of the thought.

“Will that even matter today?” Jungkook questioned, switching his concentration on the food and the boys.

“Of-course it will. Media will do everything to get a good story, even if it’s years ago.”Jin answered, leaning back into his chair.

“And our agency will be in shambles.” Namjoon sighed loudly, looking down on his empty plate. His eyes lit up, putting his elbows on the table to lean his chin on the back of his hands. “Alright. Let’s get our story straight. If Soomi suddenly decides to spill the beans about us, or the industry. We know what happened and if we keep our cool, no one will pinpoint it. We told them that Y/N disbanded, due to private issues. That’s personal information and WE still have contact with her. There is no bad blood between us and neither with other groups, because we don’t act any different. Soomi doesn’t have any proof, that we are connected with her. She doesn’t know what happened to Y/N before she was sent away, so therefore she has nothing on that matter. If we keep saying to the public that we still have contact with Y/N, they will believe us over some Youtuber. Alright?” His deep voice was booming in their ears, of his solid plan about you. Namjoon was worried, whether Soomi would keep her mouth shut or publicly slander their name around.

“What if they want proof? That we still have contact with her? She’s here, but we haven’t even gotten the change to meet her…” Hoseok questioned softly, making Namjoon gulp. He didn’t know what to answer, than to either keep it a secret from the media and hope it will lay down, or finally tell the truth. It was eating him from the inside, with the lies he had to live with. To protect the boys, to protect the agency and to protect himself.

“We give them proof.” Yoongi finished, with a dead face towards the boys. Yoongi was tired of hiding and accused of doing things that was false. The boys became silent, looking at Yoongi who’s eyelids lowered and the aura changed. His hands were shaking, as if he was anxious and no one knew why.

A faint knock on the door interrupted their silence, making their bodies jolt of the sound. They each looked at each other, thinking of who the person could be. Their manager was staying in a different residence, but it was even then strange for him to knock.

“I’ll get it” After a few seconds of contemplating at the sound, Yoongi decided to go fetch whoever was at the door. As he vanished to the hallway, the boys were sitting patiently stacking the plates.

“If it’s cookies, I want 3 boxes!” Jungkook yelled, making the others laugh in the midst of silence. The sound of steps approaching made their heads turn and freeze, hearing that it wasn’t only one pair of feet hitting the wooded floor. A female like figure came into their view, with a black gym bag sat neatly by the side. The others were frozen in shock, with Yoongi staring in silence behind the female figure. The significant scent crossing their noses, to each second feeling like an hour.

“Y/N….” Your name colliding with their cries as they all rushed to embrace you, with your own tears mirroring. Jin and Hoseok was the quickest to come through, feeling your warm bodies against them. The others joining a split second after, forming a big group hug. Their arms tightening around you, staying like this for a few minutes. Swinging you back and forth, as if they tried to make a baby fall asleep. Their own bodies in shock, not able to know what to do in a situation like this. It was first Namjoon to let go, before the others followed troop. Their eyes were blood shot, while Jin stammered to find words. His eyes swinging between the table and you, not realising how close you are to him.

“O-oh god it’s a m-mess in here… T-that’s so r-rude of u-us. I’ll g-go clean it u-up” It was like everything stopped him from speaking thoroughly to you, but the wide shouldered man was quick to grab the plates while Hoseok hurried to help Jin. Namjoon came close to cup your face, feeling your tears stream upon his hands.

“God I missed you, Y/N” He cried, taking you in for another embrace. Your nose digging into the crook of his neck, feeling his warm skin against your own. Your body shaking within his touch, but soon let go, to see Jungkook approach. His eyes big and curious, just like the first time you met each other in the BigHit building. His finger stroking along your cheek, feeling the scar run under his fingertips. Tears pooling in his eyes to fall upon his black t-shirt, feeling you pull a smile.

“Looks like we’re twins, huh?” You commented softly, making his cries louder with whimpers to hug tightly. The sound of your voice is so delicate to his ears and he always thought, that he was never able to hear it again. Your fingers grabbing tightly onto his shirt, letting him know you’re real and never leaving again. Jungkook let go of you as he was choking on his own breath with cries, letting Taehyung come close. His body taller than yours, almost staring you down with watered eyes. His locks were wet from the tears, letting a hand run through your hair. Your eyes observing him, letting him examine you like a piece of art. His hands were shaking, feeling the strands of hair run between his fingers. Your own hand, meeting up with his to tie them tightly together. Forming a light smile, you caught his shaking eyes.

“I’m real, Taetae...” You whispered, sending electricity through his body to indulge you. His arms wrapping you like a Christmas present, to almost lift you from the floor. He couldn’t speak, his cries were loud and clear. They were used to tears, when they were sad but it was rare, they cried this loudly due to happiness. After a while, Taehyung could finally let you go. Looking at you for answers, or even questions that he always had within him. Jimin was standing a few metres away, crying like others but shaking of fury. The veins on his arms were big and pumping, as if he had been working out for hours. His lips were pursed into a thin line, while watching Taehyung step away from your body. Jimin’s eyes examined every curve, every piece of motion of your breath. You waited for him, to come close but he never came. He stood still, like a rock and watching your every move. You decided to come closer, but his body jolted at your step.

“Jimin…” Your call for him in a whisper, sent shivers down his spine. Running a hand through his hair, frustrated of how he felt of your return.

“No-…. I-I-I need to-… I need to get away.” Jimin spat quickly, walking with heavy steps towards the bedroom to close it shut. Your heart shattering of his words and not getting the reaction that you wished, seeing the fear happen before you. Yoongi came close, putting a hand on your shoulder to assure you that this isn’t a dream anymore.

“It’s okay, give him time” Yoongi whispered, clenching your shoulder of comfort. Hoseok and Jin hurried back after cleaning the table, to watch Yoongi stand beside you.

“You knew about this, didn’t you?!” Hoseok questioned loudly in shock and confusion, looking at the man furthest away. The others looking equally confused and furious, of how Yoongi could keep this a secret from them. Letting them be in pain for so long, as he was the only one knowing you were going to meet them again. Yoongi stepped in front of you, holding his hands up in defence. His eyes examining the blood shot eyed boys, knowing that he was in trouble but needed to explain himself.

“Let’s sit down and talk, alright?”

[rue-by-another-name]

“Late Night Lobby Flirtations” - h.s. one shot

Okay so this is almost 9,000 words ... so you all better appreciate the time I spent working on this haha. I wrote this as a thank you for the donations given to Marlie ( @hey-marlie ) for her grad school application funds! I took a bunch of different suggestions through the requests you all gave me so I hope it’s a winner for the books! 

If you’d like more of this story (maybe some smutty fun ya know? ;) oh la la) then you can always donate to @hey-marlie to help her out! And read her novel while you’re at it. It’s a heartbreaking slow burn that seriously is giving me heart palpitations every single chapter I read. Highly recommend. 10/10 you’ll fall in love. I’ll put the link at the end! 

AND I’M SORRY IF THE KEEP READING FUNCTION DOESN’T WORK OKAY THIS IS REALLY FUCKING LONG SO I’M SORRY IN ADVANCE. 

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Being a lobby receptionist was not your ideal night job. If it were up to you, you’d be waiting tables for tips, or even maybe working as a shot girl at a club (also for the tips). But when the prestigious building around the block from your not-so prestigious building had put up the job listing it had seemed like the perfect time to fit a nightly job into your life.

You were in your last semester at uni, so you only have one class you were taking to finish off your degree in hospitality and business. Working in a building like this was only fitting, really, considering your next couple years would most likely be in receptionist positions. The class was an afternoon class, which meant on Mondays, Wednesdays and Friday you were up at 4pm for your one class that ended up at 6pm. That was it. That was all you had.

So taking an all-night job position starting at 7pm was kind of ideal, when you thought about it.

The building was super nice too. There was a small fridge under the desk that you filled with your favorite coconut water, and the uniform wasn’t ridiculous – a white blouse and black capris dress pants and black heels. You sat behind the desk or stood and you would answer questions for people, or answer the phone to let people into the building. You made reservations, and took house calls for electricians, plumbers, and the cable guy.  

It was simple really.

And about two weeks into the job you were already starting to get to know a lot of the residents and their quirks. There was George, the elderly man in his seventies who was quite posh and used to deal in art (you suspected it might have been a tad bit illegal).

Glenda and Fred were the older couple whose college son Andrew came home over the holidays (or so they’d told you a million times; you suspected they wanted to set you up with the future lawyer). Glenda had her own decorating business and Fred was also a lawyer. Very nice people.

Sherri and Stanley had their twin little boys Charlie and Colton and small princess of a babe Clancy. The boys were always running around the lobby and laughing, their toddler sister wobbling after them and also shrieking with laughter at their antics.

Brenda the architect had a teenage daughter Melanie, who was always a bit down on herself and sick of her mum always being in her business. But they were a cute pair to behold and made you want to call your own mum almost every day.

And then there was Harry. Rock star, breakout actor, solo career, Gucci wearing Harry and his little cocker spaniel Doug. He was … well, he was a dream.

There were other residents, sure, but they weren’t the ones who hung out in the lobby, or called to ask you questions, or asked that their mail be brought up from their box. The other residents mostly kept to themselves and you were fine with that. But this small group of people were more or less a family, and you watched their interactions as they all came home from long days at work and school. In just two weeks you felt you could peg each of them for their lifestyles. And they just as easily could kind of figure you out.

“Good evening Y/N,” George smiled as he gracefully stepped off the elevator in his red silk bathrobe. He didn’t leave his flat often, you’d noticed, and when he did he was always wearing gloves and a hat and carrying an umbrella. The more you thought about it, the more you were sure he had dabbled in quite a few illegal activities and was keeping a low but lush profile for the rest of his life.

“Good evening Sir George,” you teased. You always told George he was elegant enough to have been knighted by the Queen herself, and George had been quite taken with that. The joke was an everlasting term of endearment between the two of you.

“How was your day?” you asked, straightening out some papers and starting to put some flyers into some of the mail slots.

“Just marvelous,” George nodded, “Marvelous indeed.”

“Your groceries should be coming tomorrow, correct? Please let me know if they forget anything so I can pick it up on my way to work?”

“You’re too kind dear,” George waved his hand before sitting in one of the luxurious armchairs around the glass coffee table. “I’ll let you know.”

7:30pm on the dot the Henderson family – Sherri, Stanley and the lot – walked through the door ushering in their kiddos with little Clancy asleep in her father’s arms. The twins, however, were going on and on about their footie game in the park.

“Mr. George!” Charlie cried, “I scored a goal today!”

“A goal!” George clapped for the young boy as he threw himself into his lap on the chair. You found it endearing that George had literally come down from his flat just so he could see the boys after their long day and hear their stories. He was like their surrogate grandfather.

“And I scored two!” Colton ran up as well, smiling and showing off his missing front teeth. “And I slid this from Ranger’s pocket just like you taught me!”

The small boy held up some sort of trading card and beamed as George gave Colton’s parents a petrified look. You smirked, George had definitely been involved in some fabulously famous con in the past. You were sure of it.

“We’ll talk about this later, Colton,” Sherri sighed, taking the sleeping tot from her husband. “Lovely day George?”

“Marvelous,” George nodded.

“Well we’re off for bedtime,” Stanley clapped, “Come on boys. Long day of school tomorrow.”

Both boys groaned before giving George a quick hug and heading off. Sherri stopped over at the desk as she made her way towards the elevator. “Cynthia, our babysitter, should be coming a little early tomorrow morning around 6am while you’re still here. I’ll send you her information so you know who she is and aren’t concerned about some random stranger.”

“Wonderful,” you smiled and then cooed at the sleeping princess. “She’s getting bigger already!”

“Feels that way,” Sherri chuckled, adjusting her daughter in her arms. “Have a lovely night, Y/N.”

“You too Mrs. Henderson.”

George stayed and took some tea for about an hour before retiring to his flat once more. He slipped you a bit of a tip, probably for getting him his tea even though he hadn’t even asked and it was technically your job, but you simply smiled back at his beaming face. “Buy yourself a silk scarf for that pretty neck,” he suggested, “They’re in fashion these days, I believe.”

“Anything is in fashion if you wear it correctly George.”

The voice belonged the none other than the style icon himself, Harry Styles. Today was not one of those days that he’d dolled himself up though, in nothing but some black jeans with scuffs and holes and a fuzzy forest green jumper. Little Doug, her pattering feet excitedly scampering around Harry’s boots, wagged her tail when she saw you.

“You would know, my dear boy,” George clasped Harry’s arm and smiled. “Have a good night, lad.”

“You too, sir.”

You both watched as George made his way towards the elevator and got in, signaling one final wave. Once he was gone, Harry leaned on the counter and turned to you. “D’ya reckon he was part of some great diamond heist at some point?”

“That silk robe has to cost a fortune,” you nodded, “I wouldn’t be surprised at all. He’s already teaching Colton how to pick pocket.”

Harry shook his head, “Can you believe it Dougie?”

Doug wagged her tail once more and you couldn’t help but walk out from around the desk to squat down and scratch behind her little ears. “Remind me again why you named this gorgeous girl Doug?”

“Just looked like one,” Harry shrugged, “And she responded to it so it stuck.”

“I respond to quite a lot of nicknames but my name surely isn’t Petal,” you chucked, standing back up and brushing some hair from your face.

Harry cocked his head to the side, “Someone calls ya Petal? Must be a lucky lad.”

“My dad did,” you smiled softly. You watched Harry’s smile twitch slightly.

To not make things awkward, you immediately asked, “Did you have a good day then?”

“Better now that I’m home,” Harry sighed, “Long days at the studio now.”

“I’m sure there are many fans who will thank you tenfold later on down the glamorous road you walk,” you smiled. Harry simply nodded and knuckled an eye in a tired fashion. He looked like a small child in his moment as he rubbed his eye and cradled Doug in the other hand. You wanted to massage his plump cheeks, kiss his forehead, and send him off to bed with a warm cup of tea.

“You need tea,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Harry’s tired eyes registered shock for a moment before they softened.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry,” you sighed, “You just look exhausted, Harry. Are you taking care of yourself?”

These weren’t the professional questions you probably should have been asking, but you had already crossed the professional bar quite a few times with some of your closest residents. You’d helped Melanie sober up once when she’d come home from a party before her mum found her, and you’d even turned away a suspecting novelist searching for George. Both boys had broken objects in the lobby that you’d simply glued back together before your boss found out, and you’d been discrete when Glenda’s assistant/potential booty-call had needed to leave in a hurried fashion before Melanie came home.

So, if anything, asking Harry if he was taking care of himself was mild behavior.

“It’s just, I know you’re the only one looking after Doug here, and heaven forbid if anything happened to you I know she’d be a wreck,” you spoke hurriedly.

Harry chuckled at your cover up, fair well knowing you were basically talking about yourself. “I promise ya love, I’m doing just fine. Just been a long couple days, you know?”

“Oh I know,” you gestured to the lobby, “I’m on the night shift every night.”

“How’s your class?” Harry asked, redirecting the conversation. He was good at this, you’d noticed. Harry really wasn’t a talker, but he liked company. Some nights he spent hours sitting down in the lobby just to converse with anyone and everyone who came through. He lived all alone in the penthouse flat, and you could tell from his actions that it was a lot for him all by himself. Oftentimes you found yourself being the one to ask him all the questions so he could talk and answer, but if he was tired of talking about himself he was fully capable of asking you question after question as well.

“My class is fine,” you nodded, “All about scheduling and timesheets and setting up meetings and all that. Basically learning how to keep track of a life.”

Harry nodded before knuckling at his eye one more time. “Harry,” you chided, “Go to bed.”

“It’s only 8pm,” he pouted.

“And Doug looks tired,” you offered, once more using the sweet dog as an excuse.

Harry nuzzled the dog with his nose as he cooed, “Is that right, Dougie? Too tired from your walk? You did watch the twins play footie, didn’t ya? Wanted to play yourself too.”

“Oh you went to the boys’ game! How sweet,” you smiled, “It’s adorable how much you all act as a family.”

“Gotta attach myself to some family when I’m away from my own,” Harry smiled warmly, “I’m basically the Henderson’s first born.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning and finding Harry’s stack of mail he’d never picked up. “Oh! Here’s your mail by the way,” you said as you offered it over to him. Harry placed Doug back on the ground before shuffling through the mail.

“Never any fun letters,” he sighed, “No one writes letters anymore, do they?”

You shrugged, “It’s a lost art.”

Harry nodded, slightly lost in thought, before huffing. “Okay then,” he nodded more to himself as he looked down at Doug. “We’ll probably call it a night then.”

“I’ll bring tea up,” you decided, watching as Harry made his way towards the elevator.

“You’ll do no such thing!” Harry called over his shoulder. His eyes sparkled as you smiled innocently at him. You both knew full well you’d be up at his flat in the next ten minutes with a perfectly warm mug of tea – with the perfect amount of milk and sugar respectively.

The week passed quickly, as every week does, and you found yourself one night sitting at the glass table in the middle of the lobby playing checkers with Melanie. She was grounded because her mum had found out she’d snuck her boyfriend in (much to your assistance unbeknownst to Glenda, of course) and so she was on house arrest.

“I feel bad I put you in such a bind,” you commented as you eyed the checkerboard.

“It’s not your fault,” Melanie rolled her eyes, “My mum is just a bit high maintenance and treats me like a child. When I go off to uni next year she’ll probably have a proper breakdown.”

“My mum sure did,” you smiled, “She’d already sent off four boys so I figured she’d be fine sending me off. But I was her baby, so it was far more difficult than we’d both anticipated.”

“You’re shit a checkers,” Melanie responded.

“Oh my gosh watch your mouth,” you faux-scolded.

“Miss Melanie, to what do we owe this pleasure,” Harry smiled upon the elevator dinging open. Melanie instantly went red, clearing her throat and adjusting herself in her seat. You and Harry couldn’t help but smirk at the action. You couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be a teenage girl and have Harry Styles living in your building. Even you got star struck every once in a while.

“I’m grounded,” Melanie stated. “Snuck the boyfriend in and now I can’t go to one of the biggest parties of the year.”

“And I can’t sneak her out or let her past because her mum emailed me specifically and saw I had read it.”

Harry pouted, “The biggest party of the year, huh? Seems a waste to be missing it in your final year.”

“Harry,” you hissed.

“What?” Harry shrugged, “Say I distracted you, yeah? What if Y/N didn’t see Melanie leave. Would be a shame if someone caused a scene that led to Little Miss Future Prime Minister sneaking out for her final days of freedom.”

Melanie’s eyes were wide as she stared between you and Harry, waiting for one of you to make the first move. In the month and a half you’d been working this job, you’d never flat out defied a tenet. Sure, you’d cleaned up some messes or helped them with some issues below the desk, but straight out defying Glenda’s order to keep Melanie in the lobby while she was away on business could get you fired.

“I could get fired.”

“Oh we wouldn’t want that,” Harry shook his head, “You’re the best receptionist we’ve had yet!”

“Definitely,” Melanie nodded, “I never know how amazing coconut water was until you came here.”

“Works wonders for hangovers,” Harry nodded, “Very effective. Plus, you’ve got those pretty teeth that you show whenever you smile. I must thank your orthodontist.”

You rolled your eyes, “Flattery will get you nowhere, Styles.”

Harry sat down next to you in the large armchair, squishing you up against the arm as you groaned. “Y/N,” he said very seriously. His eyes were piercing into yours and you hated that you couldn’t look away. “This is the biggest night of Melanie’s life. One day she’s going to be looking back at her time in school and think, ‘Wow, I’m so grateful for my good ol’ friends Y/N and Harry for letting me go to that party. It completely changed my outlook on life. I exercised all my good judgments and didn’t let any grubby boys near me and didn’t drink whatsoever or try any drugs –”

“We get the point,” Melanie grumbled.

“‘- but I lived, goddamn it!’” Harry cried, standing up now, “And that was the beginning of the greatest career of Melanie’s life!”

“In your head, what exactly is Melanie’s job?” you chuckled.

“Y/N,” Harry got down on one knee and grasped your hands in his. “We have to do this. For Melanie.”

Melanie leaned forward expectantly, awaiting your response. Finally you sighed and caved in. “Who am I to deny the future of Melanie’s spectacular career?”

Melanie cheered as Harry leaned forward and kissed your forehead in excitement. “Okay!” he stood up, clapping his hands together, “I’m going to get Doug. You’re going to need to get a newspaper. I’ll put on a hat, and Melanie,” he turned to the teen, “Put on your best party outfit that modestly covers everything but also makes you feel empowered. You’re getting to that party.”

Without another word, things were set in motion. You weren’t sure why you were getting a newspaper, but you simply pulled one from one of the mailboxes and waited for Melanie and Harry to return. Harry returned first with Doug, who looked very excited to be on her leash, expecting a walk, and Melanie came down much later with a jumper on over her clothes and a smile on her face.

“Here is the deal, ladies,” Harry said, “I have been training Dougie to walk out the door and sit, simply waiting for me to follow. Trying to train her off the leash, you know?”

“Wait, Doug is a girl?” Melanie asked.

Harry ignored her. “So to the cameras, it will simply look like Doug has run away. I will run after and Melanie, being the kind soul you are, you will help me look for her.”

“When in reality Melanie is going to go to the party and Harry is going to take Doug for a late night walk?” you chuckled, “Genius.”

“I quite like to think so,” Harry nodded.

“So why do I have this paper?” you asked, holding up the day’s edition.

“Well because there’s a wonderful article in there about my new single and I figured you’d like to read it,” Harry beamed.

“Unbelievable,” you grumbled.

“So if I just – oops!” Harry cried, dropping the leash and giving a subtle whistle that Doug apparently understand and had her scampering out the door. “Melanie, if you would be so kind as to –”

“I’m on it!” Melanie cried, laughing as she and Harry jogged towards the door.

“Make good choices!” you cried after her, “Be home by 2am!”

“You got it!” Melanie yelled before the lobby was filled with silence once more.

Melanie ended up returning around 1:30am, much to your excitement. Harry followed shortly after, a yawn on his face and a tired, sleepy Doug in his arms.

“How was it?” you asked, having Melanie stop to check on her before going up to her flat. Melanie smiled and started to relay the stories of the party as you gave Harry a slight wave and he made his way sleepily towards the elevator. Sending Melanie off to bed once she’d exhausted herself of story-telling, you couldn’t help but chuckle to think that once again, the residents had surprised you with their abilities to weirdly look after one another.  

You loved it.

Around 6am, you started to pack up your things. You didn’t expect to see Harry at all for a little while, let alone so early after such a late night. But as you finished packing up your schoolwork, the elevator door opened and Harry came out holding little Clancy.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Harry smiled brightly. “Clancy, can you say good morning to Y/N?”

Clancy simply babbled something incoherent. Harry chuckled. “You were close, lovey.”

“What are you doing awake?” you asked in disbelief, “You went to bed hardly five hours ago.”

“I’m a quick sleeper,” Harry smiled, “I almost promised Mrs. Henderson I’d take this little one to the park for the morning. Their babysitter quit.”

“Again?” you groaned. That was the fourth babysitter they’d been through in two months. The two boys truly were terrors when it came to pestering adults. You were lucky they liked you.

“Where are you walking now?” Harry asked, “Home, I presume?”

“I am,” you yawned, “Time to get some rest before class this afternoon.”

“You work too hard,” Harry tsked.

“Says the nonstop workaholic,” you goaded, bumping his arm with your elbow.

“We’ll walk with you,” Harry decided, “Won’t we Clanc?”

Clancy once more babbled something ridiculous. You smiled, “I wouldn’t mind the company.”

The walk was much shorter than Harry anticipated as you took Clancy from him, bopping her around as she giggled. Finally, randomly, you turned to Harry with a smile. “This is me,” you informed him.

As Harry looked up at your building, you suddenly felt self-conscious. It was nothing like the nice building you worked in at night, and you felt a bit ashamed. You watched as Harry’s smooth skin of his forehead wrinkled as he looked back to you.

“You live here love?” he cocked his head quizzically, and also because Clancy was tugging at one of his curls.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “Student salary,” you shrugged.

“I bet you have a very cozy home,” Harry agreed politely. You reached out and stroked Clancy’s cheek, which was already starting to turn cold in the chilly weather.

“It’s much too cold to go to the park,” you cooed, “I have toys I was planning to bring for Clance in my flat. If you’d like to come up, the two of you can play with the toys and stay warm, drink some tea, and relax.”

Harry seemed to be mulling the offer as he nibbled on his lip. You looked exhausted, and he could see you were impatient to get inside in the chill. The wiggling and whimpering of Clancy broke you both from your reflection of one another, and Harry sighed.

“Alright then Clancy, my darling!” Harry bobbed her on his hip. “Looks like we’re taking a field trip!”

Harry was right about your flat – it was lovely for what you could do with it. Plants were everywhere, happy little succulents, and you had draped tapestries over the somewhat grimy walls.

“Kettle’s on if you –”

“Why don’t you go get some sleep, yeah pet?” Harry asked, “I’ve got this; I promise.”

It didn’t take much convincing for you to retreat to your room, and while you quickly fell asleep, Harry got to work. Your flat was pretty spotless, but you had some dishes in the sink and some laundry was strewn over the back of your couch. As Clancy played with the little toys available to her, Harry set about making you a proper meal, cleaning what he could, and even beginning to knit you a scarf from some yarn and needles he found abandoned next to your couch.

Midday Harry took Clancy back to her parents, but he was quick to come back and check up on you. Knocking softly, you called that it was open already.

“My goodness you shouldn’t keep that unlocked in this building,” Harry scolded. “You never know what hooligans could walk in here!”

“Hooligans such as yourself then?” you placed your hands on your hips as he held up the scarf he’d knit. “I had this yarn set aside to knit something for George.”

“Well, your pretty neck could use a warm hug,” Harry smiled at you. “Sleep well?”

“Did you make me soup?”

Harry noted this was the first time he was seeing you in anything other than your uniform, and he had to admit you looked adorable in your jeans, boots, and baggy sweater that seemed to be consuming your entire being. Your hair, which was usually in a professional ponytail, was falling down your back in a natural and soft manner. It framed your face nicely, and you felt your body humming with embarrassment at Harry’s intense gaze.

“Okay now, I know you’ll probably find this a little odd and I promise it’s not just because I randomly showed up at your flat or because I don’t think you do your job well, but because I have an idea for a job for you upon graduation?”

Harry was rambling, but when wasn’t Harry rambling, if you were being honest, and so that’s the only reason you decided to allow him to talk.

“You have a job opportunity for me?” you asked curiously, “As in, something other than late night lobby babysitter?”

“Be my PA?”

The question was heavy in Harry’s chest, and it weighed heavy in the space between you two. Sure, you saw each other every night and were both a part of each other’s lives. But Harry was asking you to be a part of his life every second of every day. He was asking you to basically uproot your life to follow his, and he knew that this was probably something you hadn’t scheduled whatsoever.

“The pay is good,” Harry started, “And the benefits are pretty nice too. I know you’re studying hospitality and business, and I know that you’re an organized and caring individual who goes above and beyond to find a human gain in your work. I mean, what other lobby receptionist finds the time to buy yarn to knit things for her residents? Or puts her job on the line so one girl can attend one party?”

“That was mostly your idea,” you pointed out.

“Please? Y/N?” Harry asked earnestly. “I really think we could work well together, and I trust you implicitly with my life.”

“That’s pretty ridiculous considering I force tea down your throat whenever you look even a tick too tired,” you chuckled. This made Harry smirk as well, nibbling on his lip as you wrapped the scarf around your neck and let out a long, pensive sigh.

“Do you knit like this often? Would this be a common reoccurrence?”

“I can learn how to make some mittens if you’d like?”

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One year later and you were running down an underground hallway under a large stadium in Germany with a bottle of juice in one hand, a shirt under your arm, tablet in the other hand, and a headset practically falling off your head as you ran. There was a peach in your mouth that, even though you were trying not to bite into it, was starting to drip down your chin.

You burst through the dressing room door to find Harry struggling to put some pants on, tripping over his feet and nearly crashing into the back of the couch.

“Lovey!” he cried, smiling at you as you attempted to catch your breath. Sticking your neck out, Harry took the peach from your mouth and chuckled, reaching out and wiping the dribbled peach from your chin with his thumb before liking it.

You were immediately turned on.

“You can’t eat that yet!” you cried as Harry went to take a bit. Tossing the juice, he caught it easily as you snatched the peach back from him and placed it on the table. Grabbing the shirt, you started shoving it over his head as he protested.

“What are you – would you just let me – woman!” Harry cried, stepping away from your grabby hands and placing the rest of the sheer shirt over his broad shoulders. “What are you doing to me?”

“Drink your juice,” you ordered, “Here!” You shoved him down in a seat and grabbed for a brush as you tossed your forgotten tablet onto the couch.

“Y/N,” Harry laughed, “We’re done for the night! You cleared my schedule, remember? I said I wanted some time to –”

“I didn’t clear your schedule for you,” you huffed while trying to get some of the knots out of Harry’s curls at the base of his neck. “How much juice do you have left?”

“I finished it; why are you –”

You reached over him and shoved the peach in his mouth. “Eat.”

“Y/N!” Harry cried as he took the peach from his mouth. “Why are you force feeding me?”

“If you would just sit still,” you grumbled as your heart raced in your chest. “And let me take care of you then you would let me explain what’s going on!”

“Okay fine let’s make a deal, shall we?” Harry suggested, “How about I eat this peach and while I’m eating it you tell me what the hell has you so riled up, yeah?”

“Fine,” you sighed and started flipping through his closet for the correct jacket for him to wear. “You’ve been down the past couple weeks and obviously I noticed – everyone has noticed – and so I figured it was because someone wasn’t here. And so I cleared your schedule and let you know you had the time off tonight so you wouldn’t plan anything so you’d be free. Basically, in order to cheer you up I invited Violeta to come and see you and she’s on her way here right now and I want you look presentable and be well fed and hydrated and –”

“Wait wait stop,” Harry stood up as you turned back to face him with the dark jacket in your hands.

“Did you finish eating?” you asked meeting his eyes with a crazed expression.

“Y/N,” Harry said softly, “You – why did you invite Violeta?”

“Because you’ve been sad,” you shrugged, “And tired. And I figured seeing the girl you like that you’ve missed and spending the weekend with her would give you some energy and make you feel better.”

Harry stared at you as you stood there with the jacket clutched tightly in your hands. Over the past year as his PA, you’d become Harry’s little shadow and voice of reason. You took care of everything for him unless he said he would take care of it himself, and even then you double checked his work and made adjustments you knew he’d like. You spent every waking minute together, and sometimes some sleeping minutes as well.

You’d basically moved into his penthouse in London, so you still got to see your favorite residents whenever you did your work down in the lobby. You had a guest room that Harry suggested you stay in whenever you worked late, or had an early morning for travel, but you still always felt like you were intruding so you spent majority of your time down in the lobby amongst friends instead.

It hurt Harry a little bit, knowing you didn’t want to stay with him, but you would always come back up at the end of the night and that was enough for him.

You were kind and considerate, and you were best of friends with his mum and sisters so that raised huge brownie points whenever they were in town or came to see him on tour. You were firm when you needed to be, and calm and soothing every other time.

“Have you slept recently?” Harry asked, “You’re going insane.”

“I’m not insane!” you cried, “Harry, it’s obvious you’ve been stressed! You mentioned to me the other day when I asked what was bothering you what was going on and you said you missed Violeta. So I called her and helped her rearrange her schedule and I made some adjustments on yours and now she’s going to be here any minute!”

Harry groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Y/N …”

“What?” you stopped mid-step with your arms extended as you offered him the jacket. Harry just looked frustrated now, and immediately you felt responsible. It was impossible to not become attached to the happy lad once you had devoted your life to him. This was still the best job you’d ever had and you felt like you were fully prepared after your schooling. But it was becoming harder and harder to spend time around him and see him hurting when you knew your feelings were anything but professional.

“I did something wrong,” you offered, knowing full well that you’d overstepped a boundary. “Oh God.”

“No, Y/N it’s fine. Thank you. I really appreciate it – honest,” Harry said earnestly. He took a step forward and you cleared your throat, taking a step back and holding the jacket out higher between the two of you almost using it as a shield.

“Y/N …” Harry warned.

“I’m so sorry Harry,” you groaned, “I was just trying to –”

“I know pet,” Harry nodded, “And I am very excited to see V. Thank you for noticing I wasn’t doing well. It’ll be good to spend some time with her.”

“Really? You mean that?” you asked, biting your lip.

“Of course love.” Harry reached forward and took the jacket from you, grasping your hand and pulling you towards him so he could give you a kiss on the forehead. “Now I think it’s time you get some sleep, don’t you think?”

“I have some paperwork to go over for tomorrow’s press event, and there’s the luncheon tomorrow that I need to cancel so you can have some time to –”

“Leave it,” Harry waved his hand, “Go on. Get some rest or I’m firing you.”

You pursed your lips and gave Harry a look, “You’ve been threatening to fire me since month three.”

“And the threat still stands,” Harry chuckled, “Now go.”

“Enjoy Violeta,” you gave him the most sincere smile you could muster. “She’s very excited.”

Once the door clicked closed behind you, Harry tumbled onto the couch with a groan. He’d been entertaining Violeta for a couple months now to distract from the fact that he very much was starting to fall for his cute little PA. He knew it wasn’t professional, and yet he thought about you all the time when you weren’t together. And when you were together, which was literally 23 out of the 24 hours a day usually, then he was always admiring you or being distracted by your grace.

The soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts as Violeta poked her head in, followed by sliding past the door and placing her hands on her hips. “What gives Styles?” she asked, “I get these frantic calls from Y/N saying you miss me? I need to come right away? I thought you were going to talk to her.”

Harry groaned again. “I was meanin’ to,” he sighed, “But she went behind my back. Thinks ‘m sad because I miss ya when in reality it’s because I’m in love with her and can’t tell her.”

“Obviously,” Violeta plopped down on the couch, “But none of us would be able to say no to her, so here I am.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry reached out for her hand and wove his fingers with hers. Violeta was a sweet girl, and Harry appreciated confiding in her when he had the chance. She was a nice kisser too, if he was being honest.

“Want a distraction or do you want to talk?” she asked softly.

Harry hummed, “Maybe a bit of both. She had this peach in her mouth – looked mighty cute. Obviously it turned me on.”

Violeta chuckled and slung her leg lazily over Harry’s lap as she pulled him into her, their chests bumping lazily as their lips met. She wove her fingers through Harry’s hair and he moaned, closing his eyes as he wondered what your fingers would feel like against his scalp.

He actually knew what they would feel like, because you massaged his head whenever he seemed too stressed, and you would do it without question. It usually caught him off guard and then he would hum at the feeling, sinking against your body as you lulled him into a peaceful sleep.

But this was much less innocent, and Harry gripped Violeta’s hips tighter as he felt himself grow harder under her as he thought of you.

Barking, mixed with hushed cries, broke through the door as Doug came barreling into the dressing room, getting past the door Violeta hadn’t closed all the way.

“Doug!” you cried, scurrying in after the pup to grasp the leash that had gotten away from you. Your eyes locked on the couple tangled together on the couch, on Harry’s flushed cheeks and sex blown eyes, and you gulped. You’d never actually seen Harry and Violeta doing anything, but they were always together and Harry had mentioned they might be becoming something maybe.

But actually seeing the two of them so intimate made your stomach flip uncomfortably like a tidal wave, and you quickly averted your eyes as Harry sat up to collect his dog.

“Aw girl you’re a mess,” Harry cooed, scratching behind Doug’s ears. “Sorry Daddy was busy princess! Y/N will take you back to your bed, yeah?”

“Right sorry,” you muttered quickly, still averting your eyes as you grasped the leash and basically dragged Doug out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Harry flopped back on the couch as Violeta watched his reaction. Palms of his hands kneading at his eyes, he grumbled, “Christ,” before knowing he’d maybe truly messed up this time.

There was only one quick flight back to London, which was way too early for there to be conversation anyway. Not that Harry didn’t notice the tension, and not that you didn’t purposefully sit by yourself in the corner curled up in a blanket of the jet.

You knew it was stupid, and you knew you needed to get over it if you wanted to keep your job. It wasn’t professional the way you were acting, and even though you felt slightly justified in the way that you were moping – by yourself without impacting anyone else – you still knew you couldn’t feel this way for Harry and be around him devoting your life to him the way that you were.

“Do you want to come back to mine?” Harry asked as the car pulled up at the jet. You chewed your lip as you let out a long breath through your nose. There wasn’t really any other way to get home and you really needed to continue saving money for God knows what, bills and such, and so you didn’t want to pay for an Uber.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “Yeah I guess.”

Harry gave you a dopey smile, happy to know you were able to talk to him, before slinging his bag over his shoulder and holding out his other arm for you to duck under. He was a touchy person, you were used to this, but his intentions recently whenever you were both close was starting to make you itchy with sweat and nerves. Still, you rolled your bag behind you and let out a yawn as Harry squeezed your shoulder lovingly.

Stepping into the foyer of the building, it was like coming home (even though it definitely wasn’t your home). But it was a home, Harry’s home specifically, but the lobby was more your turf and the instant you saw George sitting there, pipe in his mouth and paper in his hands you felt your shoulders loosen the tension.

“Y/N!” he smiled, “Harry m’boy! How are we? It’s been a while since I’ve seen the two of you around.”

You smiled and bent down to give George a kiss on the cheek. “It’s good to see you as well George. I hope you’re doing well.”

“I’m doing much better now that you’re here,” George grasped your hands in his. “The new receptionist is a piece of shite.”

“George!” Harry laughed, “Henry is doing is best! Not all uni students are as dedicated as our dear Y/N.”

“You are the finest,” George nodded, “The twins were asking for you the other day after they got home from their futbol practice, and Melanie is home next weekend from her first year at uni if you’d like to maybe stick around? I’m sure she would be just ecstatic to see you,” George smiled.

“We can have her up for tea,” Harry nodded, wrapping his arm back around you. “Sorry to take this one from you George, but I’ve got a tired girly and a tired pup here ready for some sleep.” As if one cue, little Doug whimpered and nudged at your leg. George gave your hand a kiss before squeezing it and allowing you to stand up fully again.

“Well it was lovely to see you both again. You both truly belong here. You make this place home,” he nodded.

“Oh George you’re making me blush,” you joked, winking at him before Harry started to lead you towards the elevator.

“You’re laying it on thick there, darling,” Harry chuckled, “I didn’t know elderly art criminals were your type.”

“Alleged art criminals,” you confirmed, “You can’t prove anything.”

Harry simply gave you a soft smile before looking down at his phone. “Did you get my emails on the flight?”

“Your checklist for tomorrow is already set in your calendar and I canceled your morning radio show with Nick, because honestly you’re exhausted and you look like shit and I’m sure Nick will understand.”

“I’m sure he gave you a hard time,” Harry rubbed his forehead tiredly.

“Well he seemed pleasantly excited about it, honestly,” you shrugged, “Said he was happy you were taking some time off … with me? Said he was happy you were finally growing a pair and letting me take some time off.”

The elevator doors dinged open and Harry seemed to be lost in thought. He was stuck in the elevator, staring off into the distance in deep thought. “Come on then,” you chuckled reaching over and grasping his hand in yours before pulling him into the pent house.

“You want noodles?” you asked, tossing your stuff onto the couch knowing full well he wanted noodles. Harry always wanted noodles, and ever since you’d bought him the pasta machine and gave him your nana’s noodle recipe he’d been begging you day in and day out to make the noodles for you.

“There’s still some in the fridge,” Harry mumbled, “Did Nick really say that?”

“Say what?” You were already beyond this conversation as you fiddled through Harry’s fridge – the fridge you stocked on the daily as his personal assistant.

“That it’s a good thing I’m finally giving you time off?”

You looked up to see Harry standing at the kitchen counter pouting while chomping on the carrot sticks you’d put out for him. “Do I … have you ever felt …” Harry cleared his throat and took a sip of water. “Have you ever missed out on anything in life because you’re hanging out with me? Working for me?”

You frowned as you tossed the noodles into a bowl with the pesto you’d made for him last week. You scoffed before turning and placing the bowls in the microwave.

“Y/N,” Harry whined, “This is serious.”

“You’re asking me if I’ve missed out on life because I’m doing my job?” you put your hands on your hips. “Tell me, Harry, was I ever missing out on life when I was spending every night here sitting behind a desk warming up tea for you and helping you sort your mail?”

“I just –”

“Harry, you gave me a job,” you gave him a soft smile, “I’m not missing out on anything. My life is your life.”

Harry groaned, “Not much of a life when you’re here in my kitchen making noodles.”

You rolled your eyes, “My God, Harry, would you stop being so dramatic. Nick makes one comment and suddenly you’re screwing around having an internal debate? It’s been a year and now you’re suddenly questioning whether you’ve given me enough time off? You spent Easter with my family.”

“I love your family,” Harry mumbled, “They were very nice to Doug.”

“Too nice to Doug,” you chuckled, “My mum literally fed her every hour on the hour.”

The microwave went off and Harry reached behind you to grab some utensils. “Can we cuddle and eat noodles now?” he pouted, “You’ve been distant, and I know it’s probably because you walked in on me and Violeta but I promise nothing was actually happening. I was just lonely and heartbroken and she’s very sweet but –”

“Heartbroken?” you cut him off, both hot bowls of noodles in your hands as you stared him down. “Harry did someone hurt you?”

Harry grasped the bowl from your hand and mumbled, “Shut up,” before making his way to the couch.

“Harry!” you called, “We should talk about this! Is there anyone I should take off the guest list of events? Someone I should keep from seeing you? I can change your entire schedule if you need to –”

“Y/N,” Harry breathed, turning and facing you on the couch, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N baby you need to relax!” he cooed, “It’s fine.”

“It’s just a crush?” Now you were intrigued – because you were Harry’s PA and had to take care of him, obviously, not any other reason. Scooting forward, Harry groaned and stuffed some noodles in his mouth.

“Nice try sweets,” he smirked, “You’re not getting that information out of me.”

“Is it Violeta? You say you don’t like her but –”

“My God,” Harry cried out, “The only thing I want you to do right now is eat your noodles, enjoy them, and also please pencil in Melanie for sometime for tea next weekend.”

“You have three interviews and a studio session next weekend.”

Harry gave you a pointed look. “Melanie is family. Without us, she wouldn’t have had a fun party life in sixth form. We’re basically her party parents and I want to hear about all the fun she’s getting up to in uni now.”

“Safe fun,” you reminded him.

“Yes of course. Safe fun.”

You watched as Harry fiddled with his noodles, swirling them around the bowl. “You really care about the people here, don’t you?”

Harry shrugged, “I cling to people. I attach myself to them in because I need a family around me to feel safe, I guess. But yeah … something about the people in this building is just really special.”

“I think so too,” you smiled, “Best job I ever had.”

“Better than the one you have now?”

“I don’t know, my boss is pretty demanding,” you joked.

“You brought this building together,” Harry informed you, nudging you with his spoon. “Seriously, you did. Before you spent your nights with us we basically just said hi to each other in the lobby and that was it. But now George sits there and waits for the twins to come home, and Melanie babysits Clancy and walked Dougie when I can’t.”

“You’re just saying that because you want me to keep working for you.”

“I’m saying it because my life changed the minute you started making me tea and now that you’re making my schedules, my life all kind of fits together.”

“Then give me a raise,” you joked.

“Done.”

“No I was just –”

“I’ve basically taken your life from you,” Harry chuckled, “It’s the least I can do.”

“You haven’t taken anything from me,” you groaned, “I’m here because I love you, you idiot. I’d make you a thousand schedules a day if it meant getting to spend every day with you.”

“Nights just weren’t enough, huh?” Harry knew he was getting a bit cocky, but his praise kink was kicking in and his narcissistic wires in his brain were going haywire.

“I guess not.” Your body was tingling, and your senses were heightened as Harry leaned in and gave you a bright smile.

“Nights weren’t enough for me either. It’s why I nabbed ya away. I’m too selfish.”

“Well I’m glad,” you nodded, “It’s been a great year.”

“To many more to come?” Harry asked offering his bowl for the two of you to clink in celebration.

“If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll always ‘ave ya. Want ya all the time.”

Harry watched as your eyebrows furrowed and you cocked your head slightly. “Want me?”

Harry sucked in a breath and set down his bowl on the table in front of the two of you. “‘M heartbroken, remember?”

Lost for words, you simply cleared your throat. “I’m your PA. I … I live in a small flat with one room and a little kitchen. I eat Ramen most nights you’re eating steak and –”

“Y/N …”

“ – I work the lobby and you live up here in the penthouse,” you finished, “You can’t honestly –”

“Oh I do,” Harry nodded, “I do a lot. ‘S why I bring Violeta around so much, because I can’t think about wanting to be with you all day when you’re my little PA running around bringing my life together.”

“Harry …”

“I know, I know,” he groaned, “How could I tell you like this over noodles? It just spilled out. I guess I got jealous seeing you flirt with George down there; I thought he was gonna take you from me.”

“No one is going to take you from me,” you shook your head and scooted forward.

“I’m thinking Doug might really need a mum, you know, a maternal figure in his life?” Harry whispered with his lips barely brushing against yours. “She’s going to need a strong female figure and I think you’d make a mighty fine mum.”

“She is a sweet pup,” you nodded, “Being a single dad must be difficult.”

“So difficult,” Harry whispered as his fingers dug into your hair, swirling around and tugging you forward slightly.

“Who am I to deny a cute puppy?” you hummed.

“Don’t deny me,” Harry basically pleaded before his lips pressed to yours gruffly, anxiously, and with an aggression you had never seen him kiss anyone with before. You were immediately crawling into his lap, digging your fingers into his shoulders and up to his head as you held him close to you.

His lips were hot, and you both tasted like buttery noodles and pesto, but his fingers were like warm sparks against your skin as he hiked up your shirt and dug his fingers into whatever he could get a hold of.

You seemed to be doing the same as you pulled away to be able to breathe. Harry let out a low whimper as you hot lips sucked down his neck, nipping at his collarbones as Harry couldn’t control himself and bucked his hips up against you as you gasped against his skin.

“Harry …” you moaned, “We … we shouldn’t. You need sleep,” you huffed as Harry buried his lips into the crook of your neck and nuzzled in as if he were hibernating for the winter, never wanting to leave.

“Stay,” he whispered, “Please.”

“I would be an awful dog mum if I left,” you joked.

“Y/N,” Harry whined.

“I’ll stay,” you nodded, “I’ll stay.”

“Forever,” Harry groaned, head lulling back to the back of the couch as you giggled and kissed up his exposed neck.

“I really like you, Y/N,” Harry admitted, “Love you, honestly. Love you a lot. Love you really more than anyone else at this point. Don’t tell Dougie that though.”

“I won’t tell,” you smiled as you felt your eyes filling with tears, “I love you too, Harry. I’ve loved you since you walked into the lobby for the first time with a cupcake because I looked tired.”

“I made those cupcakes so fast,” Harry smirked and reached up, running his fingers through your hair and twisting the ends around the tips of his fingers. “Saw you sitting there and you smiled at me … God, breathtaking. And I ran up and made those cupcakes.”

You laughed and swatted at his chest. “You told me they’d been sitting around for ages! Didn’t want to waste them!”

“Didn’t want to waste any time away from you,” Harry shrugged, “Wanted every excuse to see you.”

“You’re so fucking cute,” you groaned, “But that doesn’t mean I’m canceling your dentist appointment.” Starting to get off Harry’s lap, his groan turned to a laugh.

“Nothing gets past you,” he called after you, “Where are you going?”

You turned around and pulled your shirt over your head, looking suggestively (as sexily as you could muster) over your shoulder. “Well I’m going to bed,” you shrugged, “Thought you wanted me to stay?”

Harry’s eyes widened and seemed to sparkle as he nearly tripped over his feet to get up and follow you. Stumbling, he gripped at your skin as if he were drunk, drunk on you, and clung to you desperately.

“Yes,” he whispered, “Stay.”

Something told you that even though you didn’t work in this building anymore, you were going to be spending quite a lot of time here still. You, Harry, and you happy lobby family … and Doug, of course.

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Mrs. All American pt. 3

Harrison x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and partying, but that’s about it

Also this may be considered long.. Idk I just wanted to write and kept going.

Summary: the three of you prep for the party.

Yeah that’s a boring summary but it’s all I got ok?

Part 1 here! Part 2 here!

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It was around 11:45 in the morning. Tom and Harrison were hanging out in Tom's kitchen while he made some lunch. Both men had been up for a couple of hours. You however, had yet to emerge from your room.

"Should we wake her up? It's almost 12." Harrison looked to the direction of your room then back to Tom who simply shook his head no.

"Nah she usually wakes up between 10 and 1. Broad range but it's how she is. I will guess though that she will be up soon." He wiped his hands off of crumbs and looked at his sandwich. "Man I could be a chef. This looks amazing."

"Mate, last time you made soup you burnt the fucking pot so badly you had to throw it out."

Rolling his eyes he replied. "Yeah but no heat involved this time so all is good." He turned to clean up and get a drink and failed to see you come up to the island.

You smirked and made a shush motion to Harrison. Quietly, you grabbed the plate and moved to sit next to Harrison. Then you grabbed half of the sandwich and took a bite. It was around then that Tom turned around and noticed you.

"Hey sleeping beauty made it up before 12. Proud of you!" He seemed to take no notice of the theft that took place. Grabbing his cup he took a sip and turned back around. You suppressed a laugh along with Harrison. Then he turned back around and went to grab where his plate was. He stopped as you were on your second bite. Confused, he looked around and then his eyes met yours. While chewing you maintained eye contact. "You bitch! Give that back!" He leaned over and snatched the plate. At this point everyone was laughing.

"Dude that didn't even click right away for you. I got 2 bites deep. Tasty by the way."

"I made that myself. You don't deserve it!" You noticed the purpose and guard he had while eating. You simply laughed more. While sitting you felt Harrison's hand on your back and heard him speak up.

"Let him have it love. It apparently is a major accomplishment in his life that he performed a basic life skill." Tom flipped his friend off and you slipped off the chair. Moving around the island you brushed your hand on Harrison's arm, mentally noting how strong he felt. You were a sucker for nice arms and good abs and Harrison was the jackpot for both in your eyes. The abs were yet to be seen, but you knew. Call it female intuition.

"Tom, not being able to cook just confirms the privileged actor stereotype. Don't let the haters be right. Now where do you keep your pans. I'm makin’ eggs." He told you were they were and you began preparing your breakfast.

With your back turned you didn't see a set of blue eyes look at you fondly. However, your ears heard him speak to you. "You know how to cook?" He saw you nod yes. "Lovely! Now teach Tom here. You really are just light years ahead of him."

"Oh I am. Speaking of being better than you! When do you want to do that rematch boy?" You looked at him, away from your pan of scrambling eggs. Although, Harrison was in the dark.

Tom scoffed. "We can do it whenever you want. You won on because of lag and I still call bullshit."

"Anyone want to fill me in?" Harrison felt the slightest ping of jealousy that you and Tom had inside jokes and stories. He knew that you knew him longer and all that. But he pushed it down. After all, you weren't kissing Tom on the couch last night.

Your voice brought him back to reality. "He and I played a series of Call of Duty: World War 2 games and I won overall and he got pissy. He also claims I only won because of lag on his end. I say he's a sore loser." As you finished your sentence you plated your eggs and stuck your tongue out. Then you sat back down next to Harrison.

"When you're done I'm kicking your ass." In a condescending manner, you nodded your head to play along. You sat and ate your eggs while he finished his sandwich.

Eventually both of you finished your food and Tom dragged you to the couch and turned on the TV.

"Can we use the Xbox? I'm trash on Playstation."

He groaned. "Fine. Either way I'll win. But we play a few public rounds to warm up and then I pick the first style of game we play."

"Whatever. Neither of us has played in a hot minute so let's see how this goes." You cracked your knuckles and the 3rd person in the room simply watched in amusement. Plus, he thought it was kind of attractive you knew how to play video games. You were cool as hell, played video games, and could cook. He found the most well rounded girl in the world. He watched both of you play some team deathmatch and he had to admit, you weren't horrible. You knew what you were doing and held your own.

Tom left the lobby and you looked at him. "Ok I've gone positive the whole time. So I am either set or it's all downhill from here. How about instead of 1v1 we just see who does better each round of a public game? 1v1 is boring."

"Fine but I'm picking the first game." His voice got sly and he smirked. You watched in fear as he selected your worst game mode. "Get fucked Y/N."

"Noo can't we just play regular team deathmatch or like kill confirmed? People kick my ass in any hardcore mode."

The non-player spoke up to settle everything. "Just play free for all and whoever is higher is better. Duh."

You and Tom looked at each other and agreed. Then you made your classes and played for a while. Harrison tried to make a joke about you only using SMGs and like 1 assault rifle. All you did was respond with a “careful Harrison” in a warning tone and he backed down while laughing. In the end, Tom came out better than you by 2 games. Once Tom got his moment of being a sore winner out of his system you asked the boys how the party was going to happen. Harrison spoke first.

“I say we go to the liquor store first. I want to see the guys face of us buying so much shit before 2 pm.” He came up behind you on the couch. You leaned your head back and smiled up at the blue eyes above you. He winked at you in a flirty manner.

Picking your head back up you looked to Tom. “Now Tom, not to be a smart ass,” he scoffed, “shut it. But will people say something about you running into a liquor store then buying a ton?” You looked at him and he went into thought.

“I guess it wouldn’t look great for someone through Disney to clean them out. But take my card when you go. I will get food and some stuff. That way it looks fine. Plus, we can still get trashed.” Everyone agreed with that plan. “Ok so Haz you and Y/N go get the booze, enough to make all our livers cry, and I will get other stuff. Meet back here.”

So you and Harrison went off to the store after you changed into some shorts. Luckily, booze was a generally understood and universal concept. Everything was sorted out as usual, but this time there was a few different European selections, and an American section.

“So what do you want? Tom made the mistake of leaving us his card, so we can get top shelf stuff.” Harrison looked to you with mischief in his eyes. You liked it, but the good friend in you told him no need to go crazy.

Walking towards the vodka, grabbing some schnapps, you turned to scold him. “I am not taking advantage of my rich friend. I will get some stuff on my own. But I don’t see the harm in the bulk coming from him. Nothing crazy though, we get a lot and get make sure we get drunker than a French skunk. Put down the Everclear! I did that my freshman year and don’t remember a thing past the second shot.”

“That’s impressive! But fine at least grab the Ciroc and that kind of nice stuff. If we are going all out for this then we are doing it right. No protests! You only party in London once love.” He grabbed some various vodka bottles and you got a couple other varieties of rum, whisky, and some silver tequila. Between you both you looked like you could restock the busiest pub in town.

As you were walking out of the store you asked him, “Hey wait. Who all is coming to this tonight anyway? I only know you, Tom, and his family.”

“Uh I think the twins, some of his Marvel friends, and some of our friends along with co-stars.” He spoke as if it was a normal thing to casual get trashed with celebrities. However, you stopped right at the car.

“I’m sorry did you say Marvel people and co-stars?! Like it’s nothing? I can’t meet famous people! And I for sure can’t get trashed in front of them.” You looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

The bafflement on his face was clear. “Why not? You know Tom. They are normal people. It’ll be fine. We don’t hate your presence, neither will they. And they don’t care if you get drunk. I have seen plenty of Tom’s Marvel co-stars get very drunk. The co-stars are around our age it’s fine.” His words made you feel a little better, but the nerves were there regardless. Both of you drove back and carried everything into Tom’s apartment. He turned to you both as you came in.

“Awesome you’re back. The food, pizza mainly, is ordered and will be here on time. People will start showing up around 7 I think.” You nodded. That gave you plenty of time to get ready. Since celebs were going to be there, you wanted to look your best. Tom spoke again and snapped you out of your planning. “I say we be ready by 6 or half past and pregame just us."

"Works for me. I am going to make a drink myself to sip on while I get ready."

"Y/N you literally have like 3 hours." The boys looked at you like you were crazy.

"True. But I like getting ready early so it can settle and I am not rushed. I like to take my time. Don't worry I'll be ready before 6." You made a vodka cranberry and walked off to start your process. Admitting it to no one, you were excited to get ready. This kind of stuff was fun, you got in the zone and did your thing. Eventually, you found yourself in a towel trying to work the shower. Every time you use a new shower, it’s like trying to solve a Rubik’s cube. You sighed and gave up hope.

From the main room the boys heard you yell that you can’t work the shower. Both looked at each other after. Tom smirked and looked back to his phone. “You go. I know you want to.” When Harrison didn’t move he spoke again. “What are you waiting for?! A hot girl is waiting in a towel. Have you ever seen American Pie?”

“Shut it mate. You’re an idiot.” He got up and started walking towards where you called from.

From the couch the actor mumbled, “At least I didn’t freeze when a girl called needing help with the shower.”

You heard the knock at the door and said come in. Expecting Tom, you smiled when Harrison walked in instead. “Sorry.. I just don’t know how to get the water started.”

“It’s fine love.” You thought it was cute how he was trying, trying, to look anywhere but you. What a gentleman you thought. The smile on your face and the blush on his was adorable.

“Harrison, you’re allowed to look at me. It’s a towel, not the direct blaze of the sun.” His blue eyes met your e/c ones and he smiled faintly at you.

Turning the water on then scratching the back on his neck he smiled again and said, “Sorry, I just didn’t want to be rude.”

He started walking out and you said it’s totally fine and that you didn’t mind. As he shut the door you thanked him and slipped in. Music playing and you singing along put you in a good mood. Taking your time, you enjoyed the hot water with your nice travel products. Plus,Tom had a nice shower.

Soon your shower was done and you slipped out to your room. Keeping the towel on you put on some lotion, brushed your hair, put in some product, and sat down to begin your makeup. This didn’t take long, it was just that you took your time to get it right. You kept YouTube music and videos playing. Hair drying, drink being drank, and makeup looking on point made you feel damn good. It’s like Iiza Shlesinger said, ‘You know when you look hot.’ Your clothes weren’t even on and you felt great. The nerves of famous people being around lessened. You were relaxed. Next thing you did was drop the towel and put your outfit on. Luckily, you asked Tom what kind of a party this was going to be. He told you to dress like you were going to a casual club with your friends; so a simple but sexy outfit. No need to dress for a popular club in LA or New York, but not jeans or basic stuff. This was more than your college parties so you put your simple black dress. It was the kind that could be worn at a party, a cocktail dinner, or even a funeral (not to be morbid, but to note that it is still formal and not too slutty) it just mattered how you worked it. Zipping it up, you grabbed your black platforms and stood up. Unlike most girls, you liked wearing heels. Yes, they hurt by the end of the night but it was fine. Not to mention, at school you didn’t wear them out too much since you would walk back around outside more. That and you were typically lit when you did. Friends leaning on each other were no held if they were just as gone. But not tonight! For the finishing touches you swapped out a couple rings, put on your leather and Alex and Ani bracelets, and your earrings and necklace. Doing one final look over in the mirror, you were satisfied. The time read 5:38. Perfect. Spraying some perfume on, you went to see what the boys were doing.

Walking out you heard the microwave go off and smelled popcorn. You noticed Tom was in a nicer shirt and shoes. Harrison changed as well into some more appropriate clothes. His jeans were darker and his red shirt looked good in contrast to his light hair, which was brushed and styled a little. As Tom turned with the popcorn, he heard the clack of your heels as you approached and leaned on the island. He whistled lightly, you blushed and smiled, and Harrison looked up and his jaw dropped. Never before had you made a man’s jaw drop and it simply added to your confidence. 

“I don’t know about you guys, but I am ready to party.” Your eyes lingered on Harrison and the corner of your lips turned up. You finished your drink and took a grab at the popcorn. Tom made you a new one while Harrison kept his eyes on you. He took in how you looked more dressed up compared to your cute and casual looks from before. In his mind, you looked sexy. No doubt about it.

Despite his mind being rattled, “Y/N you look great,” is all he managed to get out.

Tom nodded and set out three shot glasses. “I gotta agree. On vacation you never dressed like this.”

“Well that was me in high school. An awkward dork who didn’t do this stuff that often. Let alone know how to do it well. But I have a few years of college under my belt. You haven’t seen me in action Tom.” The shot glasses were filled with Ciroc. You all cheered and downed the shots. When you didn’t wince, both became impressed. Even they coughed or cringed a bit. You grabbed another. You could hold you liquor quite well and knew a couple shots to start would be fine until later tonight. After downing the second easily you walked over to Harrison and put your hand on his shoulder. His arm went to your waist.

From the other side of the island Tom just looked at your shot glass, back to you, smiled and said, “Shit. This is gonna be a great night.”

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Next chapter will be the party. Sorry if this wasn’t enough Harrison and stuff, you don’t like the swearing, or the booze was something you didn’t like.. Also, this may be boring to you. Idk I like the “domestic” and simple writing sometimes. Nice filler and fun is always good.

As always, I hope those who read liked it. Feel free to comment, like, and reblog!

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Harrison Ford: 2018 summary (II)

(PART I HERE)

JULY:

2nd:  Harrison Ford at the restaurant Leña Brava, Chicago [x]

4th: at the airport in Los Angeles. Harrison has stubble and starts to grow a beard, stirring once again the Harrison fandom

Enjoy this fluffy man in all his almighty fluffiness

10th: Harrison Ford will be honored by Indianapolis Zoo with the Jane Alexander award for wildlife conservation 

11th: more bad news for Indy 5: 'Indiana Jones 5' will be delayed a year until 2021

Walt Disney Studios announced that Ford's still-untitled return to his famed Indiana Jones character would be delayed from July 10, 2020, the movie's original release date, to July 9, 2021.

13th: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRISON!

Mark Hamill congratulates Harrison for his birthday

16th: Harrison Ford eyes ‘Call of the Wild’ 

Harrison Ford is in negotiations to star in “Call of the Wild”. If a deal is reached, the “Star Wars” actor will play John Thornton, a prospector braving the Yukon on the hunt for gold. The big-budget film is being adapted by 20th Century Fox from the classic 1903 Jack London novel about the Klondike gold rush of the 1890s.

(non-related picture just for gratuitous lusty enjoyment)

The stubble is killing me

21st: at  the opening event of The Boeing Blue Sky Aviation Gallery, Denver, Colorado [x] [x] [x]  

Oh God he´s so beautiful... (also a brief spontaneous speech here)

24th: Dan Stevens Joins Harrison Ford in ‘Call of the Wild’. The film is supposed to start filming on August-September in Vancouver.

AUGUST:

6th: 25 years ago The Fugitive was released in cinemas

Early August: When grandpa tells stories about the good old days…  (Pic from Eliel Ford) 

16th: Play it again, Harrison [x]

21st: God, look at this caveman! [x]

30th: Harrison Ford’s ‘Call of the Wild’ Adds Colin Woodell 

SEPTEMBER:

12th-13th: Celebrity-watching: A-listers in Hollywood, music and politics gather in SF for Climate Summit.

Thousands of business leaders, mayors, governors and activists from around the world are gathering in San Francisco this week for the Global Climate Action Summit, and some of the speakers are big names in Hollywood, music and politics. Actor Harrison Ford of “Star Wars” fame is the vice-chair of Conservation International and will be speaking Thursday in a session titled “Thriving Plant: A New Hope for the Next Generation.”

Harrison Ford begs voters to 'stop electing leaders who don't believe in science'

“Stop giving power to people who don’t believe in science. Or worse than that, pretend they don’t believe in science for their own self interest” 

Harrison Ford takes a break at the Climate Summit [x]

13th: Harrison Ford’s ‘Call of the Wild’ Casts Omar Sy 

17th: Harrison Ford hanging out in San Francisco [x]

23rd: Harrison Ford to Address Top Donors at New Beginnings Counseling Center 

Board of Directors of NBCC Celebrating 50 Years of Service with Harrison Ford

27th: Guardians of the Galaxy actor Karen Gillan joins Harrison Ford in Call of the Wild film adaptation 

30th: Harrison Ford honored at Indianapolis Prize Gala

One of the most recognizable award recipients at this year's Indianapolis Prize gala was Harrison Ford. He's known to most of us as an accomplished actor, but Ford is also a vocal ambassador for conservation. 

"Protecting nature is how we will continue to survive on this planet," Ford said. "Protecting nature is first and foremost for me a moral imperative. Yet saving nature is really about saving ourselves."

At the JW Marriott, Ford joined his close friend, 2018 Indianapolis Prize winner Russ Mittermeier. They reminded the gala crowd that nature doesn't need people, people need nature. Ford himself was honored as the Jane Alexander Global Wildlife Ambassador.

Harrison Ford congrats Biologist and Conservationist Russell Mittermeier for winning the 2018 Indianapolis Prize award (video filmed in June 2018)

OCTOBER:

1st: Indiana Jones 5 Will Return to Global Scope, Says Frank Marshall

“This will be Harrison Ford’s last Indiana Jones movie, I am pretty sure, but it will certainly continue after that,” Spielberg previously said.

4th: sweaty Harrison take a rest after jogging in Santa Monica. Keeping in shape for Indy 5?

18th: Harrison on the set of Call of the Wild in Los Angeles (he´s wearing his character´s outfit) [x] 

25th:  No beard but goatee is back. Has he finished Call of the Wild?

28th: Harrison Ford To Present Award At The Carneys 

Hollywood star Harrison Ford is making a rare public appearance on October 28 at Elvis Duran’s 4th Annual Carney Awards. The star of the Indiana Jones and Star Wars films will present the Chairman’s Lifetime Achievement Award to the legendary character actor M. Emmet Walsh. The two of them appeared together in the original Blade Runner movie in 1982.

Actor M. Emmet Walsh and Harrison Ford at the Carney Awards, Santa Monica

NOVEMBER:

9th: SAG-AFTRA Foundation Honors Spike Lee, Harrison Ford, Lady Gaga and Jeffrey Katzenberg

The SAG-AFTRA Foundation held their 3rd Annual Patron of the Artists Awards last night honoring industry leaders and artists who champion the arts and whose history of fostering creativity and creating opportunities has made a positive impact on the performing arts and the world.

Harrison Ford Rails Against ‘Nationalism and Isolationism’ at the SAG-AFTRA Awards

Harrison Ford didn’t mention any politicians by name during a speech about climate change, but there’s little doubt that he wasn’t referring to President Donald Trump.

Harrison Ford on whether Chris Pratt is joining Indiana Jones  "I think it's him or me" [x]

Harrison shares an ‘Indiana Jones V’ update:

Other highlights of the event:

Ryan Gosling presents Harrison Ford with the Artist Inspiration Award

Find someone who looks at you the way Lady Gaga looks at Harrison Ford

Harrison reunites again with his former co-star Henry Winkler (they worked together in the movie Heroes (1977)

10th: Like a boss on the streets of LA

12th: “I’ll tell you the dirty little secret—I love doing this” . Harrison talks to young actors about his experiences during his movie career [x] [x]

16th: Harrison Ford Supports Disaster Relief Fund for SAG-AFTRA Members

19th: Harrison and Calista attend the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences’ 10th annual Governors Awards 

27th: That Time Harrison Ford Drank A Bottle Of Scotch While Trying To Film Empire Strikes Back 

Harrison Ford recently revealed a horror story involved with filming the sequences set on Hoth. George Lucas took production to Finse, Norway for the snowy scenes, but Ford had a hard time getting to set. In fact, he was stuck on a snowplow for about hours trying to regret there, ultimately taking to a bottle to get him through the nightmare.

DECEMBER:

3rd: 'Working Girl' Turns 30: On-Set Romances and Secrets of the Staten Island Ferry Revealed in Juicy Oral History 

30 years ago on this date Working Girl was released in cinemas

19th:  Harrison Ford goes for a walk in Brentwood, Los Angeles. In all his magnificence. Now full shaved

27th: Harrison Ford Honors Billy Dee Williams at the American Black Film Festival with moving tribute video  

Earlier this year, Billy Dee Williams was honored with the Hollywood Legacy Award at the American Black Film Festival Honors. While the awards ceremony was back in February, the iconic actor must be reflecting on his year, because he recently shared a video from the ceremony of his long time friend and co-star, Harrison Ford. (Video at Billy Dee Williams´ twitter)

31st: Remember to dress like this the day after

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The Blogfather

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The Blogfather

He wasn’t an Arsenal fan, but he was at the 1971 FA Cup final. I wasn’t born yet (I didn’t arrive until September of that double winning year), but he saw Charlie George score that winner and lie flat on his back on the Wembley turf to celebrate.

Like so many of his generation, he came to England from Ireland to find work in the late 1950s, and I’m sure my love of football came from him. There was always a ball, always a kick-around in the garden, or on the front lawn of the castle we lived in for a while (honestly, it was a castle).

Back then you could just go to a football match. Rock up on a Saturday, and pay your way into the ground depending on who was at home. He lived and worked in West London, and nominally he was a Fulham fan. He loved Johnny Haynes, but he was a huge admirer of Jimmy Greaves too. He liked players who could do things with both feet, and he went to matches all over the city, just because he could.

Some of my earliest memories are of him playing football. He started life as a forward (like my brother), but by the time I came along and he was togging out for the village team in Bishopthorpe (near York), he’d moved back to centre-half (where I played my whole life). I’d stand on the sidelines with my mam. I don’t remember the games or the performances, just the fact that I was there and so was he.

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He was pretty strict when we were young. I think it was because he had very clear ideas about what young men should and shouldn’t do. They should look smart, for example, and definitely not wear jeans. They really shouldn’t watch Grange Hill, because those children were basically juvenile delinquents and didn’t respect figures of authority sufficiently.

He worked a lot though, so it was often drive-by stuff. He spent most his working life in the hospitality industry – bars, restaurants, hotels. Long hours, late nights.

Once, in the back garden, I was winding my brother up, as big brothers do. He reached breaking point and unleashed a wave of expletives that would have made a sailor blush. Dad, probably trying to get a bit of rest upstairs, heard everything, stuck his head out the bedroom window and it was the most trouble any little boy has ever been in before or since. I felt bad, and I bought Tim some Cadbury’s Creme Eggs to say sorry.

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In 1996 he was away on a golf trip in Spain and fell ill. Cardiomyopathy. The prognosis was not good. He needed a heart transplant. In the mists of time it feels like it happened quickly, but it didn’t. He spent months and months gravely unwell, in and out of hospital, but in the end they took his actual heart out and put someone else’s in.

It’s basically a miracle, isn’t it?

When you think about it, it’s absolutely crazy, but as I said at his eulogy, it changed his life and it saved his life. He became a fierce advocate for organ donation. He helped found the Irish Heart and Lung Transplant Association, and he went onto to chair the European Heart and Lung Transplant Federation. He wanted to ensure as many people as possible could benefit from the incredible medical advancements, and the work carried out by doctors and transplant teams.

As you might imagine, that kind of thing gives you a new perspective on life. He was certainly mellower post-transplant, but it coincided with us reaching a stage of adult life where your relationship with your parents changes anyway. We did a lot of stuff together. Golf, pints, dinners, holidays, even the Arsenal.

I don’t know if the trip we took to London was specifically to see a game, or if it coincided with something else, but he came with me to the Emirates to see us play in the Champions League. We played PSV and a late goal from on-loan Chelsea defender Alex saw us crash out. Not exactly a stellar night on the pitch, but it was still a good one off it. We had post-game pints in The Tollington, he met many of the Arseblog crew, and he often talked about how much he enjoyed it.

He loved Arseblog and what it became. He’d read most days. He’d say ‘Some of those chaps on the Arses are a bit fruity, aren’t they?!’.  He even listened to a podcast, impressed and somewhat astonished with how often, and with such variation, Ian Wright said my name.

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He hadn’t been well for a couple of weeks. I took him to the doctors on February 1st. She told me she was worried about his kidneys. Years of anti-rejection and immuno-suppressant drugs take their toll. Blood test results came back that afternoon. He needed to be in hospital.

I remember him waving to us from the ambulance before it pulled away, his big overcoat pulled tightly around him on a cold evening. Over the next couple of weeks he was treated for the infection, he was getting there, but slowly.

On Monday February 15th I got a phone call from a doctor. He’d been unwell, so they ran more tests. One of them was for Covid-19. It came back positive. We spent a year doing everything we could to keep him safe during the pandemic, and somehow he picked it up in the Coronary Care Unit of a hospital.

Yet over the next week, he didn’t really develop any of the major symptoms. On Monday February 22nd he called from his bed, we spoke about him coming home. He couldn’t wait to get back to his chair, in front of the fire, to watch golf and CNN. We wondered how strong he’d be, what care he might need. How we might have to adapt the house. Downstairs bedroom, stairlift, that kind of thing.

Then … day 10. Covid hit.

Did you ever get winded? It’s scary, isn’t it? Those few seconds where you can’t catch your breath. Imagine that all the time. He needed oxygen, then more oxygen, then all the oxygen it’s possible to give someone.

We were lucky in that we were allowed in to see him. We got to talk to him. That will always be a comfort, but seeing your dad on his own in a six bed ward, surrounded by and attached to machines, struggling to breathe is brutal. You want to help somehow, but you can’t.

We were clad in so much PPE, gown, masks, goggles, gloves, that he thought we were doctors at first. Maybe that’s why he told ‘them’ he didn’t want to die in hospital.

He died in hospital … in the early hours of March 2nd.

He’d been through so much. The heart transplant, he beat a lung cancer situation, he had an ongoing prostate cancer situation, but he couldn’t beat this. He was 84 and he’d lived a good life, but it doesn’t make it any easier to see someone you love die like that.

I’m not going to preach to anyone, but I can only urge you to be cautious. I know we’re all fed up with restrictions and life being the way it is. I know there is light at the end of the tunnel as vaccines are being rolled out, but this virus is still out there and it’s still dangerous. The most vulnerable among us are still loved and cherished family members and friends. Please don’t lose sight of that amid frustration, we all have a responsibility to each other. Someone’s age or their underlying condition doesn’t make them expendable.

Be careful. Look after each other. Each one of those statistics released daily is a real person, with many more left behind. Wash your hands. Wear a mask – at worst it’s a mild inconvenience, at best it saves lives, maybe even your own. Get the vaccine when you can.

My daughter, who I haven’t seen in person for over a year now, couldn’t get home for her grandad’s funeral. The funeral at which only ten people were allowed. That’s not how we do things in Ireland. There was no wake, no telling of stories about the one just gone. The laughs you have at events like that seem incongruous to the situation, but they’re a big part of how get through it.

Like so many other families over this last 12 months, we were apart at a time when we needed to be together. Just a couple of weeks previously my big cousin Adrian, a Gooner and only a few years older than I am, was taken by Covid too. He wasn’t elderly, he wasn’t high risk. I had to ring my dad in hospital and tell him, and while the staff in there were so lovely, he had nobody to share that grief with in person.

The support mechanisms we have in place to cope with things like this aren’t there any more. There are very obvious impacts of Covid on our lives, but there are malingering ones which I don’t think we’ll come to understand for some time yet.

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Whatever nurses are paid, they deserve twice that, and more. They are amazing. They don’t need to be clapped, they need to be paid properly. You might not need them now, so perhaps they don’t register, but there will come a time when you will, and they will be amazing for you and your family too.

They shouldn’t have to fight for the compensation they deserve. We should be fighting for them. We should be angry on their behalf. Fight for healthcare.

Pay them properly.

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My dad was an amazing man. Really funny, kind, generous, a good person who was the linchpin of our family, and we’re going to miss him terribly. He was well cool too, I mean, look at that 1960s shades/rollneck action he had going on.

I’m experiencing a lot of emotions right now, and it’s going to take some time to process, as they say. Today though, I just want to remember him in a positive way. A man who had a huge influence on who am I, someone who – when I think of him – makes me smile.

It’s absolutely shit he’s not going to be around anymore, and the circumstances of his passing were deeply unpleasant. It’s been a really rough few weeks, to be honest. However, he gave me the strength to get through this, and on this Arsenal blog I’m gonna take the owner’s privilege and set myself up with a tap-in to finish.

Love you Dad, and as a wise man once said, you were f*ckin’ excellent.

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