#ven nation i will share this with you.......

[futurewife]

back from watching E.R whilst actively ovulating 🖐😔

[bahbzxxx]

More Ven-Ven Relationship hcs!!

Disclaimer: some are a bit obvious and overused but a few took some ✨critical thinking✨

Some are just here for funsies but probably so iconic

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☆ミ Hes not a baby, but he will make you feed him at times. He will do the pouty pouty, and you will have to be the airplane. And you have to give him dessert too. Everytime. His favorite dessert is you. Like it's actually mandatory. If you don't prompt it he may pull you into his lap and start nibbling your cheek so like...if you're into that???

☆ミ shoulder kisses. Just shoulder kisses. Imagine you're lying down relaxing and then Venti just nestles himself right behind you and then pulls your sleeve down so that your bare shoulder is exposed. His arms wrap around you and his breath is right against your skin before he begins to kiss it softly. Or nibbles it. (Btw HE EXPECTS THIS TREATMENT TOO YOU BETTER GIVE VEN-VENS SHOULDERS SOME LOVE

☆ミ Venti would definitely put his bow in your hair. Please let him. You know the bow. It's so subtle and sweet and graceful, yet he's still marking you...ehehehehehe....

☆ミ y'all would draw on each other's hands alot...honestly. He could be tuning his lyre and then you just ✨appear ✨ and then you're like "can I do ur henna". Then he doesn't even answer- he just puts his beautiful hand in yours and then he gracefully sits there while you draw on him. He secretly has been keeping track of how much better at drawing cecelias you've gotten...

☆ミscowering every city for bathouses and ranking them. He likes to pamper you. He likes to pamper himself. Hes a sucker when you pamper him. When you get pampered together, there is no control. No matter what, the two of you walk out of each one hand in hand, looking less like humans and more like prunes. Very fitting for a g-pilf don't you think?

☆ミthat one beach couple that just sits there and bakes. No talk. Just potatoes in the oven. One potato saying "ngh, windblume...I'm bored..." and the other going "ngh, ven ven, im bored..."Sometimes, that is the two of you.

☆ミbraiding hair-well no dip, but like...taking a strand from each of your own hair so you have your hair braided together and such. Look, I'm not implying anything here about any IQs...it's just that...sometimes, you both have the shared mind of two five year old girls who would get those shared plushies and necklaces from Justice or something that would say "Be Fri" and "st end". And no. You would not read it right for a very long time.

☆ミ Lets say that Venti strikes it big with a performance and gets an abhorrent amount of money. The only reasonable thing to do is go to the nearest tavern or cafe(or go really far, maybe to a different nation), order everything on the menu, and then finish with a water with lemon. Then walking out of the establishment in the exact same material gworl pose. Y'all know that one meme?

[gory-roryy]

ABOUT ME !!!!

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hai hello im Rory or Ven !!!!

my only rule is: dont flirt/be weird, thats literally it.

DNI UNDER 11/12 PLEASE!!!! idm adults interacting js dont be a weirdo!!,,,,

im a fem-presenting non-binary, im omnisexual (fem pref) and demisexual!! i have a gf and i love her very much :3

i have many nationalities, but my family has german and norwegian culture!

i have au-dhd, bpd, CPTSD, and one more disorder that im not comfortable sharing. i also have occasional tics and tremors 💥💥💥

sociopathic tendencies 👍👍👍 cute /sar

i might joke abt my hallucinations on here (ex. the shadow men js watched me sing dead girl walking)

DMS AND ART REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!! pls talk to me :3

i am a witch! i practice witchcraft and am satanist. antis/toxic christians DNI because you will not be able to convert me. i do not talk about religion much so dont worry if it makes you uncomfortable!

this acc is 12/13+ theres kinda suggestive stuff occasionally

FREE PALESTINE !! 🇵🇸🍉 if i see that goddamn fuckass shitsreal/itsnotreal flag on your profile i will block you and hope you fall off a bridge.

i use any pronouns with a lean towards they/she/them

i am sufficient but not fluent in german and fluent in english but i prefer to be spoken to in english!!! :D

currently kind of learning spanish. i may learn italian or french in the future.

rtc, osc, msi, icp, falsettos, vivzieverse (kinda), etc!!!

IM A JUGGALO WITH TITS 🔥🔥‼️‼️

my blog is REALLY unorganized, since it purely js for fun!

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[onwardop]

OP-Siena community celebrates Foundress Day

by Andrei Cabigao, OD Staffer

Two years in the pandemic, Dominicans from different OP-Siena Schools commemorate the death of Venerable Mo. Francisca Del Espiritu Santo de Fuentes, the foundress of the Congregation of Dominican Sisters of St. Catherine of Siena though virtually as they reminisce her works of charity for the sick, the poor, and the young.

As the CL/VE area led the opening salvo with Mr. Gerald Simbogan and Mr. Jayson Abuya as hosts, a simultaneous wreath-laying ceremony happened at Colegio de San Juan de Letran, Manila where Venerable Francisca's tomb lies.

Back here in school, Mr. Abuya and Mr. Simbogan facilitated a quiz bee on the life and virtues of Ven. Francisca via Kahoot in which Patricia Nicole Zafe of 12-Justice won the first place, Mel Christian Verona of 11-Sincerity clinched as second, and Jana Micyla Sarmiento of 10-Benevolence placed third.

“I had fun! [Hindi] ako aware sa [mga] mechanics kaya I went with the flow na lang the whole time," Zafe said in an interview with OD.

She also shared her journey from the start up to the virtual podium.

“But as I recalled what I reviewed last night and what we watched before the quiz bee, which was about the life of Mo. Francisca, it somehow inspired na hindi pa naman tapos, ang dami pang puwedeng mangyari so kaya pa ‘yan," she added.

Afterwards, Fr. Filemon Dela Cruz, Jr., O.P presided a thanksgiving mass held at the National Shrine of Our Lady of the Holy Rosary in Quezon City.

Fr. Dela Cruz, OP. reminded about the real purpose of commemorating one’s death - it is to continuously inspire others to be "venerable", and manifest the virtues Mo. Francisca lived by.

“Inspiration is something that can move you, something that can guide you...That is what Mother Francisca is for all of us,” he shared during his homily.

Finally in her closing remarks, Mo. Ma. Sofia Taguinod, O.P., the Prioress General of the Congregation, gave her words of gratitude to all Dominicans, faithful believers, and people who contributed to the successful virtual celebration for Venerable Mo. Francisca and continuously wishes for uniting everyone’s heart, mind, and soul.#

photos courtesy of Mr. Erwin J. Calilap, School Paper Adviser (English) and students from Grade 10 Benevolence

[mitchmarnier]

Penny for your thoughts, dollar for your insights (Or a fortune for your disaster)

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] rating: teen & up word count: 7,173 summary: Richie is suddenly forced from his home, his kingdom and his birthright, and sent to live in a shithole town in Maine, he doesn't think he'd could ever be happy here. He's quick to learn that there's more in Derry than he'd ever expected. ⤹ a birthday fic for the amy (@eddiefuckinkaspbrak) 

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Richie Tozier was pretty sure he was barely even conscious when he was being dragged out the bed. It wasn’t his bed, because his bed was much higher off the ground with nearly a hundred more pillows than whatever this poor excuse of a mat had. He was pretty sure this blanket was wool, and if his head wasn’t pounding something fierce, he would be raising major complaints. 

“Prince Richard must go.” Charles, who had been Richie’s footman for his whole life and sometimes had more to do with Richie’s up bringing than Richie’s own royal parents, hissed in his ear as Richie clutched at his head. “We need to get away.”

“Away? Away from what?” Richie grumbled. It was mostly dark in the room but as they moved, little flashes of light showed through the long, dark curtains that informed Richie and the sharp ache behind his eyes everytime the light touched them, that it was very much daylight outside. “Can’t it wait? My head is fucking killing me.”

His parents had always begged him to control his cursing, and in their ideal world, he simply wouldn’t curse at all. It wasn’t becoming of a monarch, and if Richie wanted his people to love him, then he couldn’t go around cursing like a common sailor. Not that it mattered much, as Richie had ruined any chances of ever being loved by his parents’ people when he came forward and declared how much he loved dick. 

“I’m afraid it simply cannot wait, Prince Richard, I’m sorry.” Charles said desperately, nearly holding up Richie’s half asleep form. “There has been discourse in the kingdoms, and it seems it’s no longer safe for you here, Your Grace. It is imperative that you be removed tonight.” 

“Moved where?” Richie asked, suddenly feeling much more coherent. He and Charles stumbled out onto the roof of one of the taller towers of his castle home, and the sunlight burned so painfully that Richie was forced to squeeze his eyes shut. “For how long, when am I coming back?”

There was a silence from Richie’s footman that was only interrupted by the chopping noise that could only be a helicopter landing nearby.

“I’m sorry, Prince Richard.” Charles had to shout over the sounds of the helicopter as Charles continued to guide Richie over to it. “At this time, it’s a matter of your safety and your life. You will not be returning to Chamberlain.” 

Richie was dazed as Charles pushed him into the helicopter and somebody- Richie couldn’t even be bothered to figure out who- buckled him up. And even as it burned his eyes and made his actual brain throb, Richie watched the Kingdom of Chamberlain disappear from view. 

He couldn’t have told anybody how long the ride lasted after Richie couldn’t see his home anymore. Could have been hours, could have been days. Richie felt numb right down to his core, but eventually the helicopter landed on a large landing strip and Richie was being ushered back out. People certainly were being grabby with him today. And his head still fucking hurt.

A man in a formal grey suit was waiting on the tarmac and gave Richie a slight bow as he approached. “Prince Richard, it’s an honour to meet you.”

Richie forced a smile. “There is no need to bow, sir. I know little of what is going on, but it certainly I am no longer any prince. Just Richie is fine.”

The man straightened up and gave Richie a wiry smile. “My name is Donald Uris, and I’m part of a very private branch of the United Nations which works lands such as your kingdom, to provide safety and protection for those of royal blood such as yourself in situations like this. I will do my best to give you an easy transition into your new life.”

Richie nodded and followed Mr Uris back to a small, grey van parked the end of the turmac strip. Richie crawled into the backseat and buckled himself up. Immediately, Mr Uris was pulling out pieces of paper and handed them to Richie. Most of them didn’t make any sense to him at all, with numbers and dates and signatures but something did catch his eye near the bottom of the pile. 

CERTIFICATE OF VITAL RECORD. STATE OF MAINE.

TOZIER, RICHARD IRA. MARCH 07, 2003 M LITTLE CANADA, MN

Richie frowned. It was his name, sort of. His first name, certainly, but not last name nor his even middle name. Not his actual date of birth, but the correct year. He didn’t even know what a Little Canada or a Maine was, except that he assumed it was somewhere in America. Just like he was now. 

“The story we’ve come up with is that you are the son of my deceased sister, come to live with my family.”  Mr Uris said. “All these documents are everything you will need to be a legal citizen and navigate your life here in America. You’ve been enrolled in public high school, though I will warn you that their curriculum is likely behind that of your personal studies in Chamberlain. My son, Stanley is of an age with you and will be showing you around the school and the town and helping you feel at home.”

Richie flipped through the papers again, still not completely absorbing what they said. “Can you…” Richie started, then cleared his throat. “Do you know why I had to come here?” 

Mr Uris was quiet for a moment before he started up the van and began to pull away from the drop off. The helicopter was already long gone. “I don’t have all the information, Richard, I’m afraid. All I’m aware of is that an attempt had been made on your life, a very close attempt, and it was the belief of your parents and counsel that the best course of action would be to allow those who harm you to believe that they succeeded, and to get you somewhere safe.”

“They told everybody I was dead.” Richie said slowly. Another awkward silence settled in the space between him and Mr Uris.

“It’s not a cut and dry as that, Richie.” 

But Richie was pretty sure that it was. 

The Uris’ house was nice. Certainly no castle, but bigger than any of the houses in the village’s under Richie’s reign. Two stories, possibly with an attic. Large windows and front porch with a swing. A front yard with flawless green grass and white mailbox. A wooden fence separated the property to the neighbours nearly identical houses, and there was a large two car garage. Suburban bliss, Richie thought to himself, though he’d never really experienced suburban- or even urban- other than the occasional at times he’d sat down and watched American television.He’d never considered when watching to take notes, that it would end up being his life. 

It was only when Mr Uris guided him up the stairs, that Richie realized that he didn’t have any belongings. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a white t-shirt that he’d awoken in, possibly days ago, and he suddenly felt disgusted. “Mr Uris, I’m sorry to interrupt but I think I really could use a shower. And I don’t have any change of clothes or anything-”

“Oh yes, of course!” Mr Uris’ eyes widened as though surprised he hadn’t thought of that himself. “The bathroom you and Stanley will be sharing is just down the hall. I will tell you that my son is rather particular, so I ask that you did not touch any of his belongings. We placed shampoo, conditioner and soap in there for you already, and we will take you shopping for anything else you might need or if you don’t like shampoo brands we’ve gotten for you. The Aveeno products are all Stan’s, so please don’t touch them. And the same goes with blue towels and face clothes in the top cupboard, yours are in the bottoms cupboard. Your bedroom is on the left joining side, and there are some clothes in there for you. Nothing fancy or extravagant, but I think it will be adequate for you.” 

Richie blinked, information being thrown at him with no qualms. 

“This is it here.” Mr Uris opened the bathroom door and Richie was happy to see that it wasn’t much different than that back home. Smaller, but just as efficient. “Take your time, but we do have mandatory dinner at 5:30. You’re free to leave again after the meal, curfew is 11pm.”

Richie laughed. “Thank you, Mr Uris, but I don’t think I need to worry about curfew anytime soon.”

Mr Uris smiled back at him. “You might be surprised. My son has a nice little group of friends and I’m sure they’d be happy to have you along, Richie. Life here might not be as glamorous as royal life, but it’s not too horrible.”

Mr Uris left him alone to his thoughts after that, as Richie turned the water on as hot as it would go and stood under the burning stream. He still wasn’t sure he had un-numbed yet. Richie had never had friends before, not really. There were people around the palace, always, that Richie sometimes chummed around with but the only person Richie had ever really been close to was his sister.

The choking feeling of incoming tears hit Richie hard. God, Reed. He’d probably never see his sister again. She might not even know he was alive, but she was going to be being groomed for rule now. Thrusted into the position after the sudden loss of her only sibling, and her life would never be the same. Reed was sweet, pure, and Richie feared the pressure of rule could crush her. 

Richie didn’t mean to cry, but when he came out with dripping hair and red skin, his eyes were no doubt puffy and red as well. He wrapped himself up in the beige towels from the bottom cupboard and pushed open the joining door to the bedroom.

Only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of two boys in the room. A thin boy with wiry blonde curls and a distinct nose and jaw line that made it obvious he was Mr Uris’ son, Stanley, was seated at the desk in a pastel blue button up and khaki pants. Lounging across the bed, in white T-shirt and red runners shorts, was a boy with day messy brown hair and wide brown eyes. 

“Oh, uh- shit.” Richie said, suddenly aware of his obvious nakedness besides the towel around his waist. He was glad his skin was already flushed from hot water, otherwise his blush would be horribly obvious. ”I’m sorry. I thought your dad said my room connected to the bathroom.”

“It does.” Stan said simply, turning back to the door he had previously been reading. “It joins on the other side, the left. I’m sure my father told you. Do you know what left is?”

Richie's mouth dropped and blinked hard at him. “I- yes I know what left is! I got a lot of information in a short period of time. I forgot.”

Stan stared him down for a month before he smirked. “It’s fine. You’re not in a blue towel, so you’re forgiven.”

“Is this your cousin?” Stan’s friend spoke up suddenly, and Richie was aware of how the other boys’ gaze was trailing down his torso. “Richie, right? I’m Eddie.”

Eddie held his hand out but Richie stared down at it awkwardly, his own hands still holding tightly to the towel around his waist. “Yeah, I’d love to shake your hand but I think I’ll do it a little less naked if that’s cool.”

Eddie laughed and that sound made Richie’s stomach jump. ”That seems pretty fair. Your room is on the other side of the bathroom. The bed is really comfortable by the way, I crashed there enough times to know.”

“Don’t mind Eddie,” Stan called over to them, his eyebrows pinched together like he found something deeply amusing. “He’s in the middle of a reborn and he’ll hit on anything that moves.”

“Well, it’s pretty convenient that I am able to move then, isn’t it?” Richie waggled his brow, tried to ignore the fact that he was naked and relished in the way Eddie’s freckled cheeks pinkened slightly. Richie made his way back into the bathroom and let himself into the room on the other side, the room that belonged to him. 

It wasn’t too different from Stanley’s, a double bed with a comforter set. A desk pushed into the corner and a large window with flannel curtains. But there weren't any pictures or posters on the walls, or awards or trophies littering shelves. It looked like exactly what Eddie had described it as, a guest room. 

Richie sighed and moved towards the double door closet and opened it to a selection of jeans, khakis, button up shirts and white t-shirts. Richie had never chosen his own clothes before, never really considered the option, and this didn’t feel much different. Instead of an assortment of suits, it was just a different type of wardrobe.

He threw on a pair of jeans, cringing when they came up a couple inches short of his ankles. He grabbed a white t-shirt and one of the button ups- pink and white striped- and left it unbuttoned. He shook out his hair that way he always did when he wasn’t forced to style it for some sort of event, and he knew it was how his curls looked the best once they dried. He grabbed a pair of plain white socks from the basket in the bottom of the closet and tugged them. He hung the wet towel on the back of the door and returned back to Stanley’s room.

Eddie chuckled at him the moment Richie entered back into the room, eyes glued to the too short pants. “Your pants don’t fit.”

“Yeah, my dick is so big it’s forcing the fabric up.” Richie shot off. 

Stan rolled his eyes in Richie’s peripheral vision but Eddie didn’t seem fazed. “Well you look like an idiot with them like that, let me help you.

Eddie dropped down to his knees in front of Richie, and Richie felt his face burn a bright red. Eddie rolled up the cuffs of his pants just slightly, enough that they looked short on purpose, and popped back up with a grin on his face. “There! Now you don’t look so much like an idiot.”

“Thanks, Eds. You’re really saving my ass.”

“Are you two done?” Stan asked, marking his place in the book and pushing away from his desk. “Because it’s 5:30 so we have to get to dinner.”

Eddie's eyes light up. “Mr Uris makes the best spinach pasta, you’re in for a treat.” He took off out the bedroom and downstairs towards the kitchen Richie had walked through when he’d gotten there. Richie moved to follow but Stan caught his arm before he could get anyway.

“Nobody in town knows who you really are except my parents and myself.” Stan told him seriously. “I don’t like lying to my friends, but I know it’s a matter of your safety so I won’t complain. I just ask you please try not to slip up. I don’t want my friends to think I’m a liar, and it’ll put your life in danger.”

“Your friends are the people who are trying to get me off’ed?” Richie challenged, simply for a lack of any other response. 

“The more people who know who you are, the more possibility of your identity getting out.” Stan said dryly. “You should take this seriously. It’s literally a matter of your life or death.” 

Richie learned within the week that it was actually rare for Stan to have his friends over to the house. Stan was always jetting out, returning home for his 5:30 dinners then taking off again until curfew. Mr Uris assured Richie that Stan was usually around the house more often that that, but it was the last week of summer vacation and he was trying to suck up the last bit of freedom he had left before going back to school. Richie wasn’t too upset that Stan wasn’t around much, Richie was still getting used to the entire situation. 

Richie’s first day in town, Mr Uris had handed him a cell phone and showed him all the sorts of apps. Richie hadn’t bothered to set up any sort of social media, but once Mr Uris showed him a music app called Spotify, Richie had been hooked. It was like having every bit of music ever released at his fingertips in a way that Richie had never experienced before, and it blew his mind that everybody had this sort of access here. He spent days just exploring the apps playlists, learning new artists and devoting hours to their entire discographies if he could. 

Richie had been so immersed in his music library that he hadn’t even noticed the door to his bedroom opening. Richie relished in the privilege to hide in his bedroom, something he was so rarely allowed to do back in Chamberlain. 

Eddie had let himself into Richie’s room and was grinning at him. Riche yanked that headphones out of his ears and sat up in the bed. Ever since Eddie had rolled up the cuffs of Richie’s jeans his first day in town, Richie had been trying to continue doing it with the too short selection pants in his closet. He never managed to make it look as good Eddie had. The cuffs usually didn’t reach the same length, one thicker than the other, but Richie didn’t mind too much. 

“Stanley isn’t here.” Richie said, resting up against the headboard of his bed. “I actually sort of thought that he was out with you.”

“We have other friends,” Eddie said dismissively. “I’m here to see you. Well, to steal you.”

Richie raised his eyebrows, legs starting to jitter under him. He stood up and moved over towards Eddie. “What like, kidnap me?”

Eddie smiled. “School starts tomorrow, you can’t go in with all these too small clothes. Come on.”

Richie frowned but let Eddie lead him out of his bedroom and down to where Mr and Mrs Uris were sitting at the small kitchen table with steaming mugs in front of them. They glanced up and only Mrs Uris seemed mildly surprised to see Eddie there.

“Edward, we’ve told you that you don’t need to sneak in.” Mr Uris said, voice dripping with amusement. 

“Sorry, sir, force of habit.” Eddie chuckled. “Richie needs new clothes.” 

Mr Uris blinked and glanced at Richie, two short jeans and button up shirt and chuckled. “I suppose you’re right, Edward.” He stood and pulled his wallet out from the back pocket of his pants, pulling out a slick bank card. “Go ahead and get whatever you need to within reason, but from here on out, if you want spending money you’ll need to do chores like Stanley does.”

Richie blinked. He’d never done any sort of housework before, but he didn’t think he should point that out. He still wasn’t sure what was considered normal, and what wasn’t, and he was pretty sure that not owning any clothes that fit him fell under the “not normal” category. The last thing he needed was to make Eddie suspicious of him, when it had been made very apparent that Richie should be doing everything in his power not to be drawing unwanted attention to himself.

So he let Eddie guide him to the closest bus stop, and pretended to his best ability that he’d taken a bus before at any point in his life. The mall didn’t seem to be anything overly impressive, a long straight hallway with stores. Mostly clothing stores, but there were two or three cell phones shops as well as a bookstore. There was a single As Seen On TV! Store that caught Richie’s eye, but Eddie quickly shoved him into the first clothing store. 

“Okay, you need jeans. What size are you?” Eddie guided Richie over the long table with pair and pair of denim pants laid out across it, in different shades of blue and some black. Some were already ripped through the knees and thighs and Richie frowned at them, reaching out and putting his fingers through the rips in the fabric. 

“Richie?” Eddie prompted again, startling Richie out of his wonder. 

“Oh, uh…” Richie frowned. “Tall?”

Eddie crinkled up his nose and shook his head, before looking Richie up and down slightly. “How does somebody not know what size pants they are? Here.” Eddie started scooping up different pairs of pants in the same style, and tossed them into Richie’s arms. “We’ll get a dressing room, try them all on and you’ll figure out pretty quickly what fits and what doesn’t. We can go from there.”

Richie felt beyond embarrassed to have to ask the workers for a change room, and even more embarrassed to be changing down into his underwear with Eddie standing just outside. Whenever Richie had gone for a fitting before, it had always been himself and his stylist aside from any occasional time his mother would show up to pass her own judgement on whatever they were trying to put Richie into. 

He eventually did figure out however, that his pant size was and Eddie quickly started tossing him as many pairs of pants as was allowed in the changing room at a time. He liked the pants that were tighter in the legs and ankles, and while he didn’t really understand why somebody would buy jeans that were already ripped, he couldn’t deny there was something he enjoyed about it when he looked at himself wearing them in the dressing room mirror. He got two pairs of the blue ripped jeans, and another two pairs of the regular jeans, one in a dark blue and one in black. 

Eddie nodded with a satisfied smile. “Sweaters and shit are all on back to school sales, so this really is the best time to shop for anything.”

Richie reached his hand out and touched one of the sweaters on the hooks. It was soft, and checkered black and white. He noticed Eddie wrinkled his nose as Richie gave it attention. “It’s not good?” He asked. He wasn’t sure why stores would sell clothes that weren’t nice, and something about the pattern called to Richie, but he wouldn’t want to wear anything that would make him look wrong. 

“I wouldn’t wear anything like that.” Eddie said. “But it doesn’t matter what I like, it’s what you like. Get it if you want it.”

Richie turned back to the sweatshirt and smiled slightly. He’d never had this sort of freedom with clothing before, and he pulled the sweatshirt from the rack before proceeding to grab the clothes with the brightest and wildest colours and patterns he could find. He watched Eddie get more and more amused as they moved through the store. 

As the cashier rang them through, Eddie turned to Richie. “Do you need anything else for school?”

Richie frowned. “What would I need?”

“Uh-” Eddie faltered and Richie realized he’d asked a “not normal” question. “Like… pens and paper? Binders?”

“Oh!” Richie said, trying not to flush as he put Mr Uris’ card into the machine and put in the four number code he’d given him on his way out the door. “No, no. Mr and Mrs Uris have that stuff coming out of their asses, I’m pretty sure.”

Eddie chuckled. “I don’t think I doubt that. We can just pick up some new shoes for you because you’ve been limping around in those sneakers all day like they’re two sizes too small.”

They were just a pair of black sneakers that Mr Uris had from when he’d gone through a short period of thinking he wanted to go to the gym, and they were certainly hurting Richie’s feet. Eddie led Richie down that long hall again to a store that seemed to sell only shoes, and a pair of thick black boots caught Richie’s eye immediately. 

He tried them on, going a full size higher than the sneakers on his feet, and Eddie made him walk and also buy a pair of sneakers because he assured Richie that they were much more practical than the boots. After they finished, Eddie even helped Richie carry his bags onto the bus and back to the Uris’ house. Richie excitedly unloaded all the new clothes and shoes into his closet, and felt a warm flutter in his chest when he thought of going to school the next morning. 

He was significantly less impressed with the thought of school when he was dragged out of bed by Stanley at 6:30 the next morning. He threw the first things he saw in the closet, one of the ripped blue jeans with a shirt covered in Hawaiian flowers that was so large on him that it reached the middle of his thighs and threatened to slip off his shoulder. He tossed his hair up into a half-hearted bun on top of his head that he knew would be mostly fallen out by the end of his day and graciously accepted the buttered toast and orange juice that Mrs Uris handed both Stan and Richie as they were being ushered out to Mr Uris’ car. 

One of the only other vehicles sitting in the parking lot when they arrived was a big red truck. The paint was chipping on the sides, and a group of teenagers were standing around it and sitting in the bed. Stan gave his father a quick goodbye and took off running towards it, while Richie hesitated in the back seat of Mr Uris’ Sedan. 

Mr Uris’ caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “If you’re not ready yet, you can take another day off at home. I know this must all be a lot.”

It was, but Richie cleared his throat and unbuckled himself. “No, uh… It’s probably easier to be the new kid on the first day right? Instead of coming in when classes have already started?”

Mr Uris’ smiled. “It is, yeah.”

Richie gave his new guardian a thanks as he slid out of the car and walked slowly over the group of teenagers that Stan had rushed over to. 

“Hey, Richie!” 

Richie sighed a breath of relief when Eddie called out to him. While he’d known that Eddie was going to be at school with him- there was only high school in town- it was still nice to see Eddie was already there, meaning one less introduction. 

“Guys, this my cousin Richie.” Stan said, lying with such ease it startled Richie. He smiled as Eddie gestured for him to climb up into the bed of the truck and sit down beside him. “I told you he’d be coming to live with us. Richie, this is Mike, Ben and Beverly-” He pointed to each person in turn. “You already know Eddie, and Bill should be coming but he’s late because that’s who he is as a person.”

Mike gave him a toothy grin. “Bill isn’t always late, I usually pick him up but I learned a long time ago not to bother trying on the first day of the school because it would just mean we’d both miss the first period.” 

Richie laughed. Eddie leaned into Richie’s space, chin resting on Richie’s shoulder. “Mike and Bill are together,” he whispered in Richie’s ear as the conversation around them swirled into what their first periods were. “We all pretend we don’t know, but they’re not subtle at all.” 

The parking lot was quickly filling up with cars and people, and Eddie kept his chin on Richie’s shoulder. “Ben has had a crush on Beverly since like sixth grade when he moved here.” Eddie continued whispering his friends' secrets to Richie as they talked obliviously. “She and Bill dated for like, three years or something, though, it’s just something we don’t talk about. We don’t talk about how Bill and Beverly used to date, either, but it makes Beverly really awkward.”

Richie nodded. “No talking about the love square. Got it.”

Eddie giggled directly in Richie’s ear and it really couldn’t be healthy how his heart jumped, skipping a full beat. 

It actually surprised Richie had quickly he got the hang of his new life. Mr Uris hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said that their education system was behind that of Chamberlain, and Richie quickly rocketed up to the top of their class. September turned into October, and people stopped giving Richie weird looks in the hallways and started asking him for homework help instead. Beverly officially caught Mike and Bill on a date, and the not secret-secret officially became open knowledge amongst Stan’s friends. Stan got a crush on a girl in his and Richie’s AP math class, and Richie teased him about it mercilessly, but Richie was still the first person Stan came to when he asked her out and she said yes. 

As the end of October loomed nearer, Richie quickly realized he rarely spent any time away from Eddie Kaspbrak. They had most of their classes together, and Eddie was over at the Uris’ house almost everyday after school if the group wasn’t all hanging out. Just a couple days before Hallowe’en, Eddie had invited Richie to see some horror flick and paid for the entire thing. He’d gotten scared and spent half the movie with this face hidden behind Richie’s shoulder, and the fluttering in his stomach kept Richie up almost the entire night after he’d gotten home. 

Hallowe’en came around and Stan ordered Richie a costume to match all the rest of their friends. They weren’t doing anything like Hallowe’en on American TV, not trick or treating or going to some sort of intense rave in costumes that were basically half naked. They’d all gotten oversized sweaters with Pokemons on them, each of them a different one, and they were all going to have a sleepover out at Mike Hanlon’s family’s farm. 

Richie had had a few other sleepovers since he’d come to Derry, but this was the first time that Eddie was going to be there all night. Eddie’s mother rarely let him out of the house overnight, and Hallowe’en was one of the occasions that Eddie felt important enough to argue with her over his sleepover rights. Richie was stupidly excited and painfully nervous. 

Richie had never really had a crush on somebody before, certainly not like this. He was only a drink or two into the mix that Mike and Bill had somehow provided and Richie was feeling a buzz under his skin that he did not associate with the glasses of wine he’d be allowed to drink with meals back in Chamberlain, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Eddie across the campfire in his huge Squirtle sweater. 

Richie couldn’t think of any good reason not to, so he crawled around the fire and settled at Eddie’s side. They pressed together from knee to shoulder and Eddie turned to give Richie a slow smile. He was still nursing his drink of the evening and his eyes were bright and alert. “Hey, Togepi.” He said, grinning down at Richie’s sweater.

“I think it’s kind of bullshit that my sweater is the only one that’s white.” Richie said with a sigh. “I’m probably the most likely to get myself dirty.”

Eddie waggled his brow and licked his bottom lip before pulling his drink back up to his mouth and taking a long sip. “It’s eggshell, not white. You’re a fucking egg.”

Something about Eddie deadpanning the term you’re a fucking egg hit Richie hit in the giggles, head dropping down onto Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie shivered as Richie’s breath blew across his neck and suddenly the rest of the sounds in the barn seemed to fade away around them. 

Richie lifted his head slightly, and Eddie’s hand came out to rest on his cheek. Richie was pretty sure his heart was in his throat as Eddie leaned into him, but he still found himself- “Eddie, wait.” Richie breathed out. He didn’t want to do it like this, he couldn’t. “I… I have to tell you something. I’m not who you think I am.”

Eddie blinked at him, not pulling away or lowering his hand, but pausing his motions forward. Richie inhaled slowly. “I’m not Stanley’s cousin. I’m not… I’m not related to him at all. I’m… okay this is going to sound insane but I’m actually a … prince.”

Eddie’s hand fell from Richie’s face, dropping to rest on top of Richie’s hands in his lap. “Okay, please, I know this sounds absolutely crazy and you can ask Stan if you need to. I mean, he might lie actually, I’m not sure. I was sent here for my own protection, people in my home country were trying to kill me. Maybe for being gay, maybe for something else, but probably for being gay. I’m not supposed to tell anybody who I am, but I didn’t want you to- I didn’t want us if you didn’t really know who I am because that’s not fair to you. Even though you probably think I’m fucking nuts now.”

Eddie sat there a long moment, just looking at Richie’s face. If Richie had thought Eddie had got his heart racing before, it was certainly nothing compared to how raced with panic now. “I should think you’re fucking nuts.” Eddie said slowly. “But I actually believe you.”

“What?” Richie asked, voice coming out more of a gasp than actual words.

Eddie broke into a shy smile. “It actually makes a lot of stuff make more sense. Like how you moved here without so much as a pair of shoes to your name, and you didn’t know who Lady Gaga was.” 

Richie chuckled and Eddie’s thumbs brushed over the backs of Richie’s hands. “Thank you for telling me, honestly. I really like you, Richie… and I wanna like you for who you are. Whoever you are.”

“I really like you, too.” Richie said, feeling himself blush. “I don’t think I’ve ever liked somebody like this before.”

Eddie beamed. “Can we makeout now?” 

“Oh. I don’t… I really don’t know how-” 

Eddie smirked and reached up to tangle his fingers in Richie’s black curls. “Oh, I think I can show you the ropes.” He tugged Richie in to connect their lips, and Richie was a little shocked to realize how quickly instinct took over. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there with Eddie, could have been hours, or just minutes, but he was brought back into the reality of the party around him when a marshmallow hit him in the side of the head. 

“Kaspbrak!” Stan shouted from across the fire. “Get your tongue out of my cousin’s mouth!” 

Eddie joyously flipped Stan the bird before pulling Richie in for another kiss. 

November flew back in a haze of Eddie and colourful leaves. The snow began to fall and Richie began to learn all about Hanukkah from his new found family, and about Christmas from his boyfriend. The amount of things that took place in such a small period of time at the end of December was a little dizzying for Richie, and he expressed as much to Mrs Uris one day as she was helping him making real hot cocoa for himself and Eddie. 

“Nothing is expected of you, Richie.” Mrs Uris told him gently. “We know that this must be weird for you, the holidays away from your family. I’m sure Eddie knows it, too.”

Richie’s ears burned slightly. It had taken all of three days into his and Eddie’s relationship for Richie to confess to Stan and the Uris’ that he told Eddie the truth about who he was. Stan had been supportive and happy for him, while Mr and Mrs Uris had still been apprehensive about Richie sharing that information. Stan had tried reminding them they’d known Eddie since the other boy wore diapers, but they’d still been concerned that it put Richie’s safety at risk. 

“Richie…” Mr Uris called from the front foyer of the house. “Can you come here, please?”

Richie stepped towards Mr Uris, only to freeze at the sight in front of him. Shedding out of long grey trench coats were Richie’s parents and younger sister, Reed. She gasped at the sight of him, and flung herself into his arms without a care of the snow still hanging off her. Though shocked, Richie didn’t have any hesitation in wrapping his arms around her and giving her a tight squeeze. 

“Rich?” Eddie’s voice sounded from behind him and Richie slowly pulled away from his sister’s embrace. Eddie was standing at the bottom of the stairs, Stan and his girlfriend, Patty, just behind him. Mrs Uris was hovering nearby in the doorway between the kitchen and the front hall.

“These are my parents, and my baby sister.” Richie smiled at them and reached his hand out behind him for Eddie. Eddie shuffled over and grabbed hold of Richie’s awaiting hand. “You guys, this is Eddie. My boyfriend.” 

Eddie smiled bashfully at them, only half hidden behind Richie’s figure. Reed let out a delighted gasp while his parents donned polite smiles. 

“It's lovely to meet you, Eddie.” King Wentworth said, sounding genuine enough. His parents had been loving and understanding when Richie had come out to them, and he knew that most of their wants of Richie to keep things shushed was out of concern for his safety. Rightfully so, it would seem. “Richard, we come with news.”

Richie raised his eyebrows at them, finding himself struggling to slip back into the formal person he knew he should be right then. “Yeah… Uh yes, okay. Let’s sit.”

The merged families sat around the sunny Uris’ living room as Mrs Uris offered everybody their selection of drinks. 

“I’m afraid we cannot stay long,” Queen Margaret said sweetly, patting at Mrs Uris’s extended hand. “The royal family cannot all be absent from their places for long. We have pressing issues to discuss with Richard that must have been said in person.”

Eddie squeezed Richie’s knee, and Richie leaned to the side to press a soft kiss to Eddie’s cheek. There was a burning feeling in his gut that told him this was going to get messy.

“We have found the culprit who was making the attempts on your life.” King Wentworth said, eyes only for his son. Richie felt a chill run down his spine. “It was Lord St George of Little Tall Island. He was unhappy when the bethoral between yourself and his eldest daughter, Lady Selena, and he seemed to believe that it would be better to have you dead then it be revealed that you have rejected his kin.”

Richie only dimly remembered Selena St George. A mousy girl with long braids, they’d met only three or so times, and he felt she’d said an equal amount of words in his presence. 

“We have him contained and he’s awaiting a trial in our dungeons.” King Wentworth continued. Richie heard Eddie whisper the word dungeon in awe at Richie’s side. “We wanted to let you know that, should you choose to return, it is safe for you.”

Richie was sure for a moment that he’d misheard, but the way every eye in the room was trained on him promised that he hadn’t. “Go… Go back to Chamberlain? I thought… didn’t you tell everybody I was dead?”

“Yes, when we believed it unlikely we would ever find the person responsible for the attempts on your life,” Queen Margaret said softly. “We have found him, and there is no reason to carry on the charade that you’ve been lost to us.” 

Richie swallowed audibly. “You said if I choose to, you mean it’s up to me?”

The King and Queen exchanged a look with Mr Uris. “Donald told us much about how you’ve grown the past four months. That you seem… happy. Adjusted here. We would love for you to come home with us, but Donald’s stories prompted us to wonder if that would be what make you happy.”

Richie glanced at his sister, who smirked and pointedly looked in Eddie’s direction. Richie’s boyfriend was sitting stalk still beside him, pale and pressed against his side. Richie thought of their relationship, how they’d only just begun to fall for each other, and he thought of sneaking into Stan’s room at night to talk even though he pretended it annoyed him. Thought of all the clothes in his closet upstairs, every single one picked out by him for him. He thought of Mike, and Beverly and Ben and Bill, the first real friends he’d ever had. He thought of the stories that Mrs Uris and Eddie had told him of Hanukkah and Christmas, and how even though he was nervous about it he wanted to experience the holidays. 

“I.. I think I want to stay.” Richie said slowly, looking at Mr and Mrs Uris. “If that’s okay.” 

“You are more than welcome to stay, Richie.” Mr Uris assured him with a fond smile. 

“You need to be sure that’s what you want.” King Wentworth leaned forward and rested his hands on Richie’s knees. “If you do wish to stay in America, we would continue forward under the premise that you have died. For your safety and your privacy. The privacy of the family who took you in and your friends. We would charge St George with your murder rather than simply an attempt, you would not be able to ever return to Chamberlain.”

Richie’s stomach tensed for a moment before he remembered a simple fact. “I already believed that to be true.” Richie said in his most princely voice. “I had accepted that I would never see you or Chamberlain again months ago, that was what they told me when I came here. I made my own life, and I love it. I love the people in it.” Eddie’s head came down and rested gently against Richie’s shoulder. “And I love you guys, too, so much but I… I don’t want to be a prince, I don’t want to rule or any of that shit. I’m not built for it. This is the life I want, and Reed will be an amazing Queen. Better than I could ever be a King.” 

Reed gave him a tearful smile. “You know it, big brother.”

“That’s your final decision, son?” King Wentworth asked his only son. 

Richie made only a second of eye contact with Stanley, who offered him up a half twitch of a smile. “Yeah.” Richie said happily. “It is.”

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SINOPSIS & INFO El Alienista se ambienta a finales del siglo XIX en la ciudad de Nueva York y gira en torno a la búsqueda de un asesino en serie con nuevos métodos como las huellas digitales y la psicología. La primera víctima de asesinato es un inmigrante de 13 años de edad al que le han quitado los ojos, mutilado sus genitales y causado otras lesiones desagradables. Los investigadores tratan diversos grupos de interes que desean mantenerel statu quo con respecto a la población pobre de inmigrantes en Nueva York. Incluye apariciones de muchos personajes famosos de la época en la metrópoli como Theodore Roosevelt y JP Morgan.

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[TRANSLATION] Ceci Magazine January 2016 issue x JJ PROJECT

[INTERVIEW] JB & Jinyoung: Ceci January ‘16

“If it’s really a drama, whether it’s a happy ending, or a sad ending, whatever the ending might be it doesn’t matter because we are the drama that never ends. I think we have to continuously try to be happy when we do the job we like.”

- What’ve you been up to? You must’ve been extremely busy with the national <If You Do> promotions and the activities overseas. JB: After the “If You Do” promotion we went on an overseas fan meeting tour. We’ve been busy, but whenever we had time we would compose songs and practice.

- You probably didn’t have a time to take a breather this year too; will you get a break after the year end festivals? Junior: That’s our freedom. Our company gladly accepts our proposals, so if we want to have a bigger bite and work more, we do that, if we want to take a rest, we can. However, we think that now’s the time that GOT7 has to work hard, so I want to continue working. I don’t want to rest (laughs).

- Personally, I think that <If You Do> is a song that marks the turning point for GOT7. What are your thoughts on that? Junior: Rather than a turning point, it was a challenge that could display a different image for GOT7. The colours of the seven GOT7 members are too different to carry on with the same concept all of the time, so even if it’s not something like <If You Do>, I think we will become a group that challenges various concepts in the future.

- You placed 1st at a music program for the first time since your debut, too. Did you feel rewarded for your efforts so far? JB: I think it was a chance that allowed us to feel to a greater extent that our fans have worked together with us. It’s not something we do for the reward, but it did become a driving force that pushes us to work even harder further on. Just like when you get scolded all the time, and then get praised and you automatically work harder.

- JB, you are the centre of the team as its leader, and if you were to grade your performance for the last 2 years, what mark would you give yourself? JB: Hmm, I don’t think I did that well (laughs). I wasn’t even that bossy as a leader, and I didn’t really take the initiative and set an example (laughs). It’s because we have this atmosphere where the members fix everything together by talking about it, in case something happens.

- Junior, what are your thoughts on this? Junior: Actually, I’m not the one to judge, but I think he’s doing really great because the role of a leader is not something fancy, it’s a silent role.

- You’ve been together since JJ Project days, when do you help each other the most? JB: When I need a serious advice with my worries? It’s just that, the topic is not something personal; we talk more about the direction or the path that GOT7 needs to take in the future. It really helps a lot. Junior: When I get a lot of complicated thoughts. It’s been like this ever since JJ Project. It’s not like I share my worries intentionally, it sort of comes out naturally while talking. When that happens, it helps me to sort out things. JB: We don’t say “Let’s now talk about our worries.” When we talk it just turns into counseling.

- When do you think that you really match well? Junior: (Our) serious character? JB: Yes, that’s right. (laughs) Junior: Some time ago, I used to be noisy, but now I have calmed down. When I need to concentrate, hyung adjusts the atmosphere next to me so that I wouldn’t lose my focus.

- Now that I think of it, you two seem to be really gentle. The gentlest out of all the idols I’ve seen so far (laughs). JB: That’s why we have decided to lighten it up. Both of us. Especially, if we feel that the interview is getting heavier, we tell each other to go “lightly, lightly!” (laughs)

- Your serious disposition may also become your advantage. Aside from that, what is your biggest worry lately? Junior: The worry of how I should live through the cold in winter? JB: Even though we decided to tread lightly, this is too light. (laughs) Junior: I really can’t stand the cold, you know. Was it too light? JB: In my case, it’s “what should I do to become real?” Junior: Isn’t that too heavy? JB: Every group, and every member of a group has an individual colour, right? How do I express GOT7’s colour, and the colour of JB in all that? How does the colour that GOT7 expresses shines to the general public? Rather than constantly following the trend trying to look cool, I’m thinking how we can become the “real” GOT7.

- When you are in a group of men, you also end up fighting, right? How do you solve that? JB: We don’t exchange blows. We solve it by talking. Even though the conversation sounds like an argument (laughs). Junior: We sometimes open a 100-minute debate with the members. JB: If, for example, some members start fighting over something, then we all gather together in one place and talk it through. Junior: If I get into an argument with Jaebeom hyung, then Jackson would say “I think Jaebeom hyung is right,” and another member would go “I think Jinyoung hyung is right,” and like that we mediate everyone’s opinions. Rather than pointing out who did wrong, we reach positive conclusion by saying things like, you should try and correct this point, or you should try and understand where each of you comes from. (laughs)

- I read your previous interviews, both of you seem to like doing something on your own. Is it because you always spend your time surrounded by people? JB: Even if there are many people around, I like doing something on my own in the midst of all that. I have a cat character, so even if you pay no attention to me, I’m the type to do my thing in my own way. Once on my day off I went to a foot of a mountain, but when I found myself in a quiet place with no people I got so frustrated I couldn’t stay there. Junior: I’m the opposite. I enjoy contemplation on my own, read, watch a lot of movies. I watched “Secret Sunshine” yesterday.

- Indeed. I’ve found a lot of talk about books and movies in your previous interviews. Junior: I’m growing to like all things analogue. JB: It’s really nice to read a book on your own with your notebook playing some music at some café in Hongdae.

- Don’t you get recognized if you go to a café? JB: We’re not of that level yet. Junior: And Hongdae is simply far away. It’s okay. (laughs)

- Ey, aren’t you too humble? It’s been almost 2 years since your debut, where do you think GOT7 is at right now? JB: If we compare it to riding a subway, it’s like we’ve just validated our bus card. Junior: That would be the T-money card. Bus card is just for a bus, subway card is for subway. (laughs) JB: At the MAMA ceremony, in behind cut, Big Bang’s Taeyang senior said that he feels like after 10 years he’s finally little by little doing the stages he’s been dreaming about. I also dream big. That’s why now it feels like I’ve made one step forward. Just as he’s said, I’ve just validated my T-money card. (laughs)

- When do you feel the best during your activities? Junior: When I get lost in something when I focus a lot. When I don’t even remember what I was doing, I feel catharsis. JB: When I compose songs. I don’t think I can concentrate this much on anything else.

- These emotions become your driving force, right? Junior: Of course. The moment you think you can’t focus on something you like, you have to stop everything.

- Do you have a role model you look up to? Junior: My father. I think about him a lot lately. Actually, my father will have had it tens of times harder than me. Then I wonder how he managed to go through it without giving himself away to his family, how he looked after a disobedient kid like me for over 22 years.

- But you have an image of an obedient kid who doesn’t cause problems? Junior: That’s just on the outside. (laughs) I always get the feeling that my father is great. I want to be someone like my father. I will become a superman-like dad to my children in the future, too. JB: Before, I used to think a lot who I would want to look up to, but now it’s really hard to pinpoint just one person. The number of people I’ve met and got influenced by has grown, and each of them had different strengths.

- Another year has gone by. What was the year 2015 like? JB: We had a lot of opportunities to stand on stage as GOT7. Personally, it was a year of growth that allowed me to sing, compose, and mull over various thoughts.

- Then, what would you wish for GOT7 in the year 2016? Junior: I hope we get more opportunities to try something new. We always have a team meeting where we talk about what we would like to try doing next year as a team and individually. Starting with the things already planned, I hope this will be a year where we face new opportunities. For example, making an album on our own, or each of us nurturing our capabilities in individual activities and thus making the team grow even more. JB: Since I’ve decided to tread lightly, I’ll go lightly. I wish for a warm year. I wish the year 2016 were healthy and great year full of fighting spirit! (laughs)

- Finally, if you were to say a word to each other? Junior: Let’s really become lighter in the year to come! (laughs) JB: The same. Let’s try to become somewhat lighter. No need to become super light, but it’d be great to become a witty person. Junior: I don’t want to refer to anyone in particular, but when we look at the great artists we admire, whoever that person might be, there’s an optimistic side to them, I think.

- Optimistic people are good with generating interesting and original ideas. (laughs) JB: Actually, I’m an optimistic person, but when I start doing an interview, for some reason, I get too reverent. Junior: Probably because an interview is a type of a “chronicle.” (laughs)

Scans: Jr. RAM

Kor-Eng: Seven Cookies

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Imagine dating Viktor. A friend of his, Fleur Delacour, is getting married and he's taken you as his plus one. Even though a wedding is such joyous occasion, some people just didn't get the memo.

Author's Note: Let's just say that at the Battle of the Department of Mysteries (Order of the Phoenix), Harry + friends and the Order were able to take down Voldemort by some miracle. This is fanfiction so just go with it. 

Viktor X Reader

Being invited to Fleur Delacour's wedding to one Bill Weasley left you feeling all sorts of excited. Viktor's friends in Bulgaria had become your friends, as had your friends become his friends, but these were completely new people you were to meet.

While you had unfortunately missed the wedding ceremony itself, you and Viktor managed to portkey in while everything under the marquee was being transformed for the reception. Fleur was a vision in her wedding dress and her dashing husband was of the friendly sorts. They were happy you and Viktor could make the reception, and after congratulating them one last time they were off to greet their other guests.

Viktor had left you alone to grab some drinks, but ended up getting distracted by a witch in a red dress. And while the witch in question is rather pretty, you are very comfortable in your relationship with Viktor and trust him immensely.

"Ruddy pumpkin head," someone grumbles from somewhere behind you. "Who invited him?"

As subtly as you can, you peer over shoulder to see what drama shall unfold. It's another redhead, plus an individual who can only be Harry Potter after you spot the telltale scar of his on his forehead. Following his line of gaze, you can only snort when you realize the redhead is glaring at Viktor.

Your snort catches the boys' attention, the redhead flushing as the dark haired wizard chuckles. "Sorry for eavesdropping."

The redhead gulps and tersely nods, and Harry sheepishly grins. "Are you a guest of the bride or groom? I don't think I've seen you around before. Ron here," he elbows his friend in the ribs for not introducing himself, "is the brother of the groom. And I'm Harry- a friend of the Weasley family."

"Y/N," you introduce yourself with a smile. "And I guess you can say I'm a guest of the bride. Only I just met her just today, but my date has been friends with her for a few years now."

"Oh yeah? Who's your date? Maybe we know him," Harry says.

Smirking at the opportunity that's just landed in your lap, you gesture over your shoulder and point. "I've been dating that ruddy pumpkin head for nearly two years now." Ron's eyes widen and Harry roars with laughter. As Ron tries to stammer out an apology, you wave him off. "It's fine. But by the glares and name calling, I take it the pretty witch my boyfriend is talking to is Hermione?"

"He tell you about us?" Harry asks, suddenly uncomfortable.

You nod. "Yeah. He was very fond of the friends he made when he visited Hogwarts for the tournament. Especially those who didn't fawn over him because of the quidditch star he is, but I don't blame him one bit. All the fake interest and constant questions must be annoying," you say with a wink and internally breathe a sigh of relief when Harry loses some of the tension in his shoulders. From Viktor you had heard how Harry Potter really wasn't the fame chaser some tabloids made him out to be, so you threw that little tidbit into the conversation so you'd let Harry know you weren't about to nag him about his Boy Who Lived/Conquered status.

The three of you are saved from coming up with other topics of conversation when Viktor and Hermione finally join you, and introductions are made all over again.

"It's so nice to meet you," Hermione gushes. "I've heard so much about you."

"You as well," you chuckle as Viktor proudly tucks you into his side.

The five of you then strike up a conversation as everyone is let back under the marquee for dinner, music, and the dance. As you and Hermione seem stuck in a conversation about your jobs, Viktor, Harry, and Ron take it to mean you don't want to be separated any time soon and find a table with enough chairs for the lot of you plus Harry's girlfriend as well.

Then over dinner, it comes to light that you work in the magical department of the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History as a curator and cursebreaker, and Hermione is hooked. Ron eagerly supplies that his brother, the groom Bill, is a cursebreaker as well. Viktor then happily explains that you look over newly discovered artifacts, both magical and not, before they're cataloged. He's so proud to explain what your job entails and the fact that you've been offered a similar job in England which is why you're transferring at the end of the year.

"I've got a good chunk of money saved up," you say with a fond roll of your eyes. "This lug," you then say while gently elbowing Viktor, "asked me to move in with him and well.. I can't tell him no, it seems."

"I am her veakness," Viktor shyly admits, eyes glued to yours as he grasps your hand and kisses your knuckles.

"Just as I am yours, my love."

"Blimey," Ron mutters. "They're worse than Harry and Ginny."

"Shutup, Ronald," Ginny huffs before her expression softens as she gazes at the other couple in question. "They're cute."

"Adorable, really," Hermione muses.

"And totally boink like bunnies." There's a moment of silence before Ginny cackles and the three males at the table turn red at your words. Hermione is laughing as well, face hidden in her hands and you grasp Viktor's face in your hands while kissing his forehead in apology. "I couldn't help myself," you chuckle.

"Troublesome vitch," Viktor mumbles, his lips twitching in amusement.

You wink in response. "As if you'd have me any other way." Settling back in your seat, you also offer an apology to Harry and Ron who are still red around the ears, but both boys wave you off. Ginny is dabbing away tears, still choking down giggles as Hermione sips some water to hide her smile behind her glass.

Bill and Fleur soon make their way towards the middle of the dance floor, and the newly married couple open up the night of dancing by sharing their first dance together as husband and wife. The rest of the Weasley family and close friends make their way towards the floor to circle the happy couple, and you watch as a fluttering horde of butterflies encircle the married couple as they twirl while staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

Standing up from your seat, you scoot over and settle down in Viktor's lap. Wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, his arms encircle your waist as he presses a kiss to your chin. "Vould you vant somesing like zis?" He asks, gesturing the party around you.

"Is this your way of proposing, Krum?"

"Ne," he chuckles. "Ven I propose, you vill know."

"Oohh. When, huh? Not if?"

Viktor meets your eyes, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You know you are only vitch for me." He then quickly presses a chaste kiss to your lips, chuckling, and you bite back a squeal when you feel one of his hands smooth down the small of your back to lightly grab at your ass. "Love you."

"Love you too, you ruddy pumpkin head."

His head falls back as he barks out a laugh. You're smiling at him and thinking about summoning another drink when a sudden hush falls over the party. Viktor's immediately alert, as are you, and he grasps your hand as he stands before pushing passed several guests. In the middle of the floor is a hawk patronus. The moment it's beak opens to relay it's message, witches and wizards start to panic.

"Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley have been attacked. Prepare yourselves. They are coming. They are coming. They are-"

Cracks of apparition resonate all around outside the marquee before blue, purple, and green curses are suddenly flying.

Amidst the screams, witches start apparating children out of the place and the elder generation apparate out to safety. Numerous of others stay behind to fight.

Back to back with Viktor, your wand slips into the palm of your hand and immediately you erect a protective shield. You can hear Viktor sending off curse after curse, occasionally erecting his own shields to stop the spells being thrown at him.

"Fleur!" Bill's terrified shout distracts both you and Viktor in the lull you suddenly found yourselves in, and you watch as the newly married couple gets separated. Fleur seems to hold her own before her wand goes flying and then her hands are grasping at the skirt of her dress to make it more easier for her to run and dodge.

"Viktor," you breathe in horror when you realize two wizards in the old deatheater regalia set their sights on the bride.

"I know. Stay low," he tells you.

"Aim high."

You squeeze his wrist in reassurance before holstering your wand, and then concentrating as best as you can you kneel down while letting your animagus form take over. In your place remains a hissing black panther. Viktor erects a shield to protect Fleur and you lunge across the floor, your teeth clamping onto the wand arm of the wizard who first attacked. As he yells and you use your weight to drag him down, you then unsheathe your claws and drag them down his chest while sinking your teeth into his neck.

A cutting hex hits your ribs and you yowl angrily, but a large black dog- or is that a Grim?- tackles the other deatheater.

"Y/N!" Your head snaps up and you meet Viktor's worried gaze, your whiskers twitching. The commotion around you is starting to dwindle, so you don't worry about watching your own back as you paw around for Fleur's missing wand. Finding it, you gently grasp it within your mouth before walking it over to the rather astonished witch. As she cautiously takes it, Viktor kneels down and presses a hand to your bleeding wound. "You are hurt, my love."

Your ears twitch and then you're transforming back, sitting on your knees with a grimace. "Just a scratch."

"Blimey. That was bloody brilliant." You glance over your shoulder to see an older wizard standing between Ron and Harry, the wizard's hair falling to his shoulders in dark waves with the grayest eyes you've ever seen. "Sirius Black at your service, sweetheart."

Harry grins. "He was the shaggy dog who avenged you."

Huffing a laugh, you fall forward on Viktor while gesturing a wave behind your back. "Thanks for that. I'm Y/N."

As Viktor helps you up to your feet, Bill gently collides with Fleur as he hugs her to his chest. Pressing kiss after kiss all over her face, he finally tucks his wife into his chest while looking to you and Viktor. "Thank you. Both of you."

"S'what friends are for, Weasley." Viktor glances down at you, scooping you up in his arms within the blink of an eye. Your arms immediately go around his neck and you furrow your brow at him. "What?"

"You are slurring vords. Come. You need Healer."

You blink and belatedly realize just how slow you are to actually reopen your eyes. "O-oh." As Viktor hums and starts marching through the lingering witches and wizards to get you looked at, your head falls onto his shoulder. "When we g'married, deatheaters are not 'vited."

Viktor huffs an amused laugh. "Okay, love. Vatever you vant."

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Congratulations for 500 followers 😘💖 Zutara / 5 ✌️✨

#5 for Zutara writing prompt was Arranged Marriage! Please excuse the extreme wait! I hope you both enjoy this. I really like the end. So I hope you do too!

“I will never love you.”

Katara stood in probably the most beautiful dress she had ever owned, but the fact that on the other side of room was her newly appointed husband, ruined her mood to admire her gown. She looked through a random book that was in the room. They were waiting to walk out into the reception as the new couple. As the future rulers of the Fire Nation and Water Tribes.

“I don’t expect you to.” Zuko mumbled.

Katara slammed the book, she turned around and glared at him. “Then why me?!”

“Uncle suggested the match.” Zuko lifted one shoulder.

“There were plenty of other young women in the tribe that would have killed to be your wife. Why me?” Katara felt herself turning desperate. If neither of them expected anything out of the marriage minus peace for the kingdoms, then he certainly could have chosen someone who wanted the title. Katara was perfectly fine with her family home, with her small group of young water benders, and her own peace.

“Uncle said you were a master,” Zuko rubbed at the back of his neck. “He said you were a great teacher of waterbending. Said that it would be wise to have a strong figure like you to stand beside me.” Zuko finally turned around to her. “So, I chose you.”

“Do you always listen to your Uncle?” Katara crossed her arms over her chest.

“I didn’t use to,” Zuko said with a shrug. “But I learned that lesson the hard way.”

Katara sighed and turned back to the stack of books, “Whatever. I’m hungry.”

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Eight months later

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Katara was pulling out multiple braids the maids had put in her hair that morning. Breakfast with the King and council, a meeting that followed immediately after, another with the royal guard and battle tactics, then following that was lunch with the Duke of Omashu. After that, Katara finally had a small break and took a stroll through the fire lily gardens with her head maid that ended with high tea with two other Ladies from Ba Sing Se. Katara had been filled in on gossip of the neighboring kingdoms. Katara wished to say that their company was a complete bore but that was a lie. The hour and a half long meeting with some dignitary from the Crescent Island had to be the top of the list of the day. Sadly, that was not where her day ended or slowed down.

Zuko and Katara had been called away to dine with the Lee family. (Don’t ask her which one because truthfully who cared?) Then she dozed off lightly on their hour journey back. When she had woken, her head rested against Zuko’s shoulder and hot heavy breaths blew over her forehead. Katara knew by the small snore on intake of breath that Zuko had fallen asleep like her. She smiled  at that.

The princess had finally sat down to her vanity with tired feet and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Her fingers unknotting the smaller braids close to her temples. She was brushing through her hair when a knock came from her door. “Come in!” She heard a click of the door opening and closing. She peeked in the mirror to see her husband leaned against the door and sighing heavily. “Oh! Zuko,” Katara pulled her robes closed and turned. “I thought you were Meng.”

Zuko turned to look at Katara, “How was your day?”

Katara gave a soft smile, “About the same as yours. Except I know all about how some Lady from some random prefecture is severely in love with her husband’s stable hand.” Katara did her best impression of a snooty woman. She even crossed her legs and held an invisible tea cup to toast Zuko.

“Should I be screening my stable hands with you?” Zuko gave a light laugh.

And it severely hurt her. Because this marriage, this contract, killed all of her motivation to get to truly know Zuko. The man certainly was tolerable enough. Though his jokes were dry and his advice could use more refinement. But Zuko was nice. He led well. Definitely not as well as his father had wanted him to but… Minus the little outburst the following two months after he became King, Zuko led the kingdom to prosperity.

Zuko leaned against her vanity and smiled down to her, “It only gets worse. Just wait till your birthday in the next few month.”

“You know my birthday?” Katara played with her hair.

“Sixth day of the winter solstice. Right?” Zuko looked around her vanity briefly before handing her a hair tie.

“Yes,” Katara accepted the tie and began wrapping her hair back. It was beautifully crimped from the tight braid she had worn all day. She looked up to Zuko in the mirror. “Yours is the second month into the summer.”

“Yeah,” Zuko nodded.

There was a small pause in conversation. Zuko looked around her bed chamber. He didn’t often come in here and most of the time it was a quiet ‘good night’ said from her door to the hall.

Katara was almost relieved to find that she would not have to share a bed with Zuko. Though after tea with the Ladies from Ba Sing Se, she would say that would have to change soon.  Very soon. Way too soon.

It was expected of her to birth a child within the first year of their marriage. The sooner the better.

Which Katara understood from a royal standpoint. You wanted the lineage to continue. Another blood heir to take the place if something were to happen to the King. But from where Katara sat, she didn’t think she could go through with that without loving someone first. And Katara made it very clear from the start she would never love Zuko.

Zuko cleared his throat, “Right, well it all begins again tomorrow.” He gave a short bow and then whispered a ‘Good Night’ into the back of her hand when he kissed it.

Katara blushed and turned her head to the side, failing to hide the blush from the King. “Good night.”

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A Few Months Later

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“Her Royal Highness, Katara Ven Luna De Sole.”

Katara blew out a breath before straightening her posture and walked through the door. Zuko was standing just inside the door with a smile. He held his elbow for her to take and he escorted her the rest of the way into the ballroom. “You look lovely.” Zuko leaned in close to her.

“Thank you,” Katara felt a blush bloom across her cheeks.

They took steps to the platform along one wall of the ballroom. Katara’s head maid quickly stepped to help her small train fall beside her when they took their seats on the throne.

Zuko gestured for the music and turned to all of their guests, “Let my beautiful wife’s birthday celebration begin!” The band took their cue and began a waltz like tune. Zuko then turned to Katara who was sat straight in her chair. “How do you like it my queen?” He asked as he sat down and held out a hand to her.

Katara was shocked. Really. Zuko had planned the whole event and with minimum questions besides what her favorite color was and favorite foods were. Katara planned close to nothing. Only insisting on inviting a few of her closest friends. Zuko immediately agreed to everyone on her list and went about to get them hand delivered.

The party was sparkling with creams and dusty blues that set off the dark reds of the ballroom. Their symbols blended together in a yin yang balance. There were long tables filled with her favorites and with other items, because Zuko understood not everyone loved stewed sea prunes.

Katara smiled to Zuko and took his hand, immediately intertwining their fingers, “Thank you, this has to be the most stunning birthday I have ever had.”

“Good.” Zuko nodded and looked out the to the crowd.

Katara didn’t look away from Zuko. Her fingers tightened slightly and Zuko rubbed his thumb over her knuckle. Katara felt something flutter in her chest. He was really trying. Truly. If the party didn’t prove it, then the walks he now took with her in the afternoons when she was sure he had daily training with his men during the same time. They had talked more in the last month than Katara was sure she had ever talked to anyone, minus Gran Gran of course.

Zuko had even placed a fountain in the garden that were filled with rare purple and red lotuses. Katara hadn’t even asked for it. There was a bench that was sat to the side with beautiful carvings in the stone. Katara often snuck to sit out there with a book or simply to play with the water in the fountain. It had brought her so much joy. Katara didn’t know how to properly thank him.

Her contracted husband, whom she had sworn she would never love, was making that promise a very hard accomplishment.

Zuko had gained his throne rightfully and stood with honor and dignity he was told that he never owned. She saw him grow within the last nine months. He took his position in leaps and bounds. She also giggled one evening when Zuko had stopped by her room, that Zuko gained a new grey strand with every accomplishment he obtained. Zuko grumbled and combed his fingers through his hair. Katara could have swooned as his bangs were pushed back off his face. She still wasn’t sure it was safe to tell him that he should wear his hair with his bangs pulled back into a bun.

Her husband was definitely handsome. Katara sighed inwardly. Or maybe it was outwardly because golden eyes looked over to her and then Zuko turned his head with a smile, “What?”

“I-,” Katara looked down at their hands and then down to the crowd.

“Would you like to dance?”

Katara nodded and looked up to him. Zuko stood and led her down the stairs to where people parted and made way for the couple. Zuko kept them towards the front side of the dance floor and in sync, stepped into the dance.

It was an easy dance and the layers Katara had on didn’t seem to make Zuko stumble like she was afraid when she put it on. Zuko led her gracefully into the steps being mindful of his hands and the space between their bodies. Katara again sighed and Zuko looked down to her.

“You alright?” Zuko tilted his head. “You’re not tired yet are you?”

“No,” Katara shook her head. “I’m simply thinking.”

“What about?” Zuko readjusted his their hands to a more relaxed position.

Katara blushed and turned her head away. He would ask. She was going to embarrass herself now. “It’s nothing.”

“You know I had an annoying sister that often told me, ‘If it’s nothing then you can tell me.’” Zuko raise his eyebrow to her. Katara looked up through her eyelashes to him and shook her head. “Fine, if you don’t wish to tell me.” Zuko raised his head in an overly haughty look.

Katara shook her head, “Trust me, my king,” She looked away again. “It was nothing.”

“Hmm,” Zuko smiled and continued in silence until the end of the dance. “Shall we get you something to drink or have another dance?” He asked as they bowed to each other and then gave a clap to the other dancers and band.

“A drink would be nice.” Katara took Zuko’s hand as he led her to the table of different colored cups.

The celebration had lasted for much longer than any party Katara was sure she had ever been to. (Except for her wedding night. That would be the longest day of her life. Ever.) She danced and drank, she laughed and talked with friends and with other invited guests. Most of time she was next to Zuko, a part of her constantly touched him, even if it was her pinky finger locked with his in the folds of her skirts. It all moved along greatly and there were so many birthday wishes as presents that Katara was almost overwhelmed.

Zuko caught her mid-yawn  that she tried to hid behind her large goblet of wine. She gave a guilty smile and apologized before continuing her talk with the elder Beifong couple. Zuko stepped to her side and gently kissed her cheek close to her ear, “If you wish to retire for the night, we can.”

Katara shook her head, “But what about all of the guests?”

“They will leave, especially if you decide to turn in.” Zuko whispered softly and leaned back to look at her. “But if you wish to stay out longer there is one more surprise I wish to give you.” He smiled and bowed his head dismissing the Beifong couple. “It’s my gift to you.”

“A party wasn’t enough?” Katara gave a light laugh and followed as Zuko began to pull her along.

“The celebration is for everyone else, this, this is a gift from me.” Zuko led her to the gardens they often walked through in the afternoon. Guards stood with lanterns on hooks along the path. Katara would nod to ones that caught her eye.

“I never thought I would complain about the cold in this place, but Zuko it’s chilly we should have stopped for our jackets before coming out here.” Katara mothered as she walked only one step behind Zuko.

He stopped abruptly and turned to her, “Close your eyes.”

“Zuko, aren’t you listening.” Katara put her hands on her hips with a pout.

“Yes, but the longer your beautiful sapphire eyes are looking at me the longer we are staying out here.” Zuko countered.

Katara huffed and closed her eyes. Even with her eyes closed she could see his signature smirk he wore when he won. Katara rolled her eyes under her lids. She heard a snap and felt a small surge of heat cut through the cold before it surrounded her again. But she didn’t dare open her eyes until Zuko told her to.

Zuko had taken steps away from her and she heard him mumble something. Then clearly said, “Open your eyes.”

When Katara blinked her eyes open she gasped. She had never seen a more beautiful picture ever. Her eyes filled with tears as she took in all the details.

Zuko had lit lanterns that floated through the water lilies in her, their fountain. There were small and large candles sat around in different clumps that shone on the water and ground. They lit up the garden in a glow so beautiful Katara couldn’t help the tear that fell.

But at the center of it all was what made her heart stutter.

Zuko held onto a floating lantern and gave her the smallest of soft smiles she has ever seen on a human being. He stretched out a hand and Katara hiccuped on a small cry. She stepped towards him with a wobbling smile.

“I once read a story, of a king who would light a lantern on his wife’s birthday for every year that he loved her.” Katara took Zuko’s hand and looked down to the glowing lantern. “He would lift it into the sky to show all the world his love. The wife claimed him to be a foolish man. And maybe he was. But he did it every year. The number of lanterns he would send off grew and grew each year.” Zuko pulled Katara a little closer to him. Katara took a hold of an edge like Zuko and she licked her lips as Zuko continued his story. “Util the year he died in a horrible war.” Katara’s face crinkled into one of confusion at Zuko’s pause. “And his wife at his burial lit one lantern.  And would continue to do so every year on his birthday. To show her love for her deceased husband.” Zuko paused and gave a half chuckle. “Sorry that was um really not the happy ending. I just read it and I thought the tradition of lighting a lantern on your birthday was something we could do. Or I could do for you- or maybe this was stupid. Yeah this was stupid. We don’t have to-”

Katara yanked him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. She loved this man. Spirits. He did all of this. Everything was for her and she was surprised to find he knew so much about her. He got to know her. In return she knew him. And that if she didn’t shut him up he would take back not only this super storybook romantic tradition. He would also say that the party wasn’t as great as he had planned. Or some other non-sense that lowered his self-esteem. And she would not stand for it. Because she loved it, all of it, the party, the lanterns, him. Oh spirits, she loved him.

Katara let go of the lantern to wrap her arms around Zuko’s neck. Zuko’s surprise had finally worn off and he kissed back, releasing the lantern in favor of wrapping his arms around her as well. Katara squealed as she was lifted from the ground.

The queen pulled back when she was sat back down on her feet. Her smile was bright as she looked up to her contracted husband. “I love you.”

Zuko smiled and pulled her in for another kiss. But not before whispering, “I love you too.” on her lips.

The first lantern took flight in the sky that night. To show the world the King’s love for his Queen. But more importantly for Katara’s love for Zuko.

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Gay Nobs & Cheeky Bums: love in the Council House ||| The Plumber and the Windowman

Possibly the Greatest love story of all time, Jonathan 'the rod" nobbington and oliver "agape" bumgartner, two hard working, blue collar, a Cheeky nandos, pints and Football lovin blokes who share more than a house friendship, boss, cookware, and bed, but something more intimate, the puzzle piece-esque connection of the Gay Nob and the Gay Bum. oi, ur nob gay? aye me nob gay mate you? me nob gay bruv innit aye fancy a cheeky nandos with the lads? we can get nice n 'ard watchin football and drinkin pints, ven have a cheeky bum in the baffroom, yeh? aye mate, ill jes follow you, innit so jon bummed oliver for hours shoving various objects and body parts inside olivers WELL gay bum. they didnt even stop when oliver's anus started getting fissures and bled, but oliver said "NO BIG NOB DADDY I NEED MORE JUST USE THE BLOOD AS LUBE BIG NOB DADDY, YOUR NOB IS WELL GAY INNIT" "aye mate, yer bum is almost as gay as Jeffree star. and we all know that thats WELLLL fookin gay innit. i o fancy a visit to asda after this good session of well gay bummin is over, but i fink me nob wants to go on for a few more hours still". they were in there until the employees started knocking on the door so they left the bathroom with semen coating the walls in an inch thick layer of goo. i feel fucking bad for whoever had to clean that bathroom, because without proper hazmat suits, they may have caught the BIG GAY mate. thats when not only your nob is gay, but your bum, mouth, ears, and son are gay. spread awareness friends #MENOBGAYM8 or call 1-800-BUMMERZ to apply to become an official member of National Association for the Advancement of Gay Bums and NOBS (NAAGB). thank you for your suppor, and all donations go to get a superglued couple into office, Seamus "gluedick" bellendstein and HArry "the hole" Mcbumingay.

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Political strife

Pew data indicates that Republicans prefer to live in rural areas, while Democrats prefer urban living. “ven things that are ostensibly not about politics are still subject to political divides.”Īmerica’s partisan divergence reaches beyond the realm of political debate in Washington. The vast majority of Republicans and Democrats, at 81 percent for both parties, say they have an unfavorable view of the other side in the latest report. Overall, though, the numbers don’t represent a major change, and aren’t enough on their own to say that partisan hostilities are lessening. Perhaps surprisingly, Pew’s data shows a slight decline in the share of Democrats and Republicans who say they have a “very unfavorable” view of the opposing party relative to one year ago. Public opinion remains more divided along partisan lines than along the lines of race, religion, age, gender, and educational background, Pew finds.Īs the country’s partisan divide has increased in recent years, hostility between Republicans and Democrats has remained high. Since the widening of the partisan opinion gap is a continuation of a trend, Trump’s presidency hasn’t ushered in a new era of intense political polarization so much as it marks a new chapter in an increasingly polarized political time. God bless you," he concluded.Trump Returns to Rally Team MAGA Elaine Godfrey We will tell you the truth and invite you to accept objective truth. We will not play political games with you. But we must boldly proclaim, 'We love you with the love of Christ, and because we love you, we will always tell the truth'," he said. They stick it to us, and they falsely accuse us, but that's not in our lexicon. He said that the purpose of upholding the First Amendment is so Christians can freely and openly proclaim the gospel of Jesus Christ. That same message, Youssef claims, is what will save America today. God told him He didn't rescue him twice and sent him to America to entertain the crowd. A mega-church pastor advised him when he was 35 years old to soften his sermon if he wanted to grow his congregation. He gave a brief testimony as a side note. Noting that "decline is not inevitable" but "decline is a choice," Youssef said that there's still hope as long as citizens make wise and godly choices. Persecution, he remarked, comes second to attempts to silence Christian voices. "They should expect to be persecuted by the government." "I believe that Christians in America need to prepare themselves for persecution, "he said. The future of our children, and my beloved 11 grandchildren," he said.īut, since Youssef is dedicated to speaking the truth, he also said something that many people would not want to hear or believe. "What is a stake in this present crisis is nothing less than the future of America. He went on to add that many Muslim intellectuals believe that if America and Europe collapse, Islam would surge in to fill the vacuum. This 73-year-old immigrant will not be silent." And this immigrant," he said of himself, "this immigrant who loves this country saw deeply. "The parallels between the ancient Rome, and the 21st century America are deeply, deeply troubling. He said that Western civilization is on the verge of collapsing, comparing it to the warning signs that foreshadowed the fall of the Roman Empire. The Egyptian-born preacher reminded them that empires and nations have often fallen throughout history. Moving to the danger of the present crisis, Youssef briefly stated that most Americans assume that democracy would endure in the nation. All other social ills that are facing us, they stem from the decline of Biblical Christianity in America." Our most urgent crisis is the moral and spiritual hollowing out of society from within. Our most urgent crisis is the spiraling decline of the Christian biblical truth and morality. "Political strife is just a symptom of a deeper crisis. "But even radical political division is not the most urgent crisis today," he said. "For many people today, the substitute religion is radical Marxism and political activism." "And if we cease to believe in the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, something else will fill that God shaped void," he went on.

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Burned Water / Agua Quemada

I decided to create this blog to register the creative process of a possible Playable Theatre show, as part of the International Playable Theatre Lab that Upstart Theatre, MI Film & Theatre, and Teatro al cubo A.C. have created together, thanks to the British Council support. 

Being an international event, I’ll try to keep this entries bilingual (english and spanish), to be shared with the participants and keep it as a document for future international collaborations, as well as a tool that can be used by anyone interested on Playable Theatre.

After our first session today, september 20th 2021, I’ve just want to summarize first the key elements that we have learned.

In Playable Theatre performances, the audiences are the core element, they have an active role, they are able to change the performance, make decisions and be a player rather than a passive element of the performance. 

There are 3 lenses to approach the creation of a Playable Theatre show:

1.- We have to establish a goal for the players (audience and performers), that is essential as it is in any other game.

2.- The Playable Theatre show has to create it’s own meaning. This enables the player to relate and commit to the play.

3.- We have to identify the emotion(s) that our Playable Theatre project can create in the players.

So, in the particular case of my idea, which I will call “Burned Water / Agua Quemada” there are some first questions to answer, but before that, I’ll explain a little what I am proposing.

I think that the Spanish conquest of the territory today known as Mexico, has a lot of elements that can be portrayed as a Playable Theatre show: there are at least 2 teams that may face each other (actually, it can be increased if we are accurate with History to at least, 5 teams), and it also could be of public interest in Mexico, allowing to reflect on the complexity of our culture, our foundations as a nation and our present challenges.

Burned Water is referred to a mexica term in their náhuatl language, Atlachinolli, that describes a paradoxical relation: water that is burned. It is a symbol of a sacred way to understand war, and I think it provides an interesting conceptual approach for the possible show. As far as we know today, mexicas (also known as aztecs, which is no longer the proper term for this culture) didn’t have an alphabet as the european one, so they registered their myths and stories with graphic symbols. The actual avatar you find in this blog is the actual graphic symbol for Atlachinolli, or Burned water.

The general idea for the show is that the audience will be divided in teams: Mexicas, Spanish conquerors, Tlaxcaltecas and Tepanecas (it can be increased covering the different cultures that were part of the Mesoamerican territory) and 1 female translator (Malinche) who can also act as a narrator an guide.

Answering today’s questions:

1.- What goal(s) might they be working towards?

The control, defense and prosperity of a territory (that is divided) and it’s resources.

2.- What obstacle(s) might be in their way?

The risk of war with any team, religious curse, famine, new viral diseases, death, reduction of population, natural disasters and extermination. (This can be also increased as the creative process evolves)

3.- What kind of feeling(s) might this lead to?

 Fear, anger, courage, pride,  hunger, nervousness, isolation, joy for victory, belonging, unity with a collective sense...

But, we’ll see how it develops, what other possibilities I can discover during the process.

Decidí crear éste blog para registrar el proceso creativo sobre un posible Show de Playable Theatre, como parte del Laboratorio Internacional de Playable Theatre que Upstart Theatre, MI Film & Theatre y Teatro al cubo A.C. hemos creado, gracias al apoyo del British Council.

Siendo un evento internacional, intentaré mantener las publicaciones bilingües (inglés y español), para poder compartirlas con los participantes, y mantener una documentación para futura colaboraciones internacionales, así como una herramienta que puede ser utilizada por cualquiera interesado en el Playable Theatre.

Después de nuestra primer sesión el día de hoy, 20 de septiembre de 2021, quiero hacer un resumen de los elementos clave que aprendimos.

En los espectáculos de Playable Theatre, las audiencias tiene un rol fundamental, activo, pues tienen la posibilidad de cambiar la representación, tomar decisiones y ser jugadores en vez de participantes pasivos del espectáculo.

Existen 3 lentes para aproximarse a la creación de un espectáculo de Playable Theatre que hay que considerar:

1.- Debemos establecer (una) meta(s) para los jugadores (audiencia y actores), esto es tan esencial como en cualquier otro juego.

2.- El espectáculo de Playable Theatre debe crear sus propios significados, sus propios sentidos. Esto permite a la audiencia relacionarse y comprometerse con el juego (teatral).

3.- Debemos identificar la(s) emoción(es)  que se despiertan en los jugadores dentro de nuestro espectáculo de Playable Theatre.

Así, en el caso particular de mi idea, a la que llamaré “Agua Quemada / Burned Water” hay algunas primeras preguntas por responder, pero antes de ello, explicaré un poco mi propuesta.

Pienso que la conquista española del territorio que hoy conocemos como México, cuenta con muchos elementos que pueden ser proyectados como parte de un espectáculo de Playable Theatre: hay al menos 2 equipos que se enfrentarán entre sí ( de hecho, si somos apegados a la Historia puede incrementarse en al menos 5 equipos), y puede ser de interés público en México, permitiendo una reflexión sobre la complejidad de nuestra cultura, nuestra fundación como nación y los retos que enfrentamos actualmente.

Agua Quemada se refiere al término mexica en lengua náhuatl, Atlachinolli, que describe una relación paradójica: agua que se quema. Es un símbolo sobre una forma sagrada de entender la guerra, y creo que nos brinda una aproximación conceptual interesante para un posible espectáculo de Playable Theatre. Hasta donde sabemos hoy, los mexicas (también conocidos como aztecas, que ya no es reconocido como un término adecuado para nombrar esta cultura) no contaban con un alfabeto como el europeo, así que registraba sus mitos e historias con símbolos gráficos. El avatar que ven actualmente para éste blog es el símbolo gráfico para Atlachinolli, Agua Quemada.

La idea general para el espectáculo es que la audiencia sea dividida en equipos: Mexicas, conquistadores Españoles, Tlaxcaltecas y Tepanecas (los equipos pueden incrementarse abarcando las diferentes culturas que conformaron el territorio mesoamericano) así cómo una traductora mujer (Malinche) que también puede ser narradora y guía.

Answering today’s questions:

Respondiendo a las pregruntas de hoy:

1.- ¿Qué meta(s) deberán lograr?

El control, la defensa y prosperidad del territoria (que está dividido) así como sus recursos.

2.- ¿Qué obstáculos encontrarán en el camino?

El riesgo de guerra con cualquier equipo, maldición religiosa, hambruna, nuevas enfermedades virales, muerte, reducción de la población, desastres naturales y exterminio. (Estos podrán incrementarse a lo largo del progreso del proceso creativo)

3.- ¿Qué tipo de sentimientos surgirán?

Miedo, ira, valentía, orgullo, hambre, nerviosismo, aislamiento, gozo por la victoria, pertenencia, unidad con un sentido colectivo...

Pero, veremos cómo se va desarrollando, qué otras posibilidad puedo descubrir durante el proceso.

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NMB48 Warota People National HS Makuhari Messe 21st March 2018

I was in Japan for something work-related, so I basically just took the chance to stay one extra day in Japan to go for the NMB national handshake since it coincided pretty well with my plans. 

The last time, they had national handshake was 1 year and 4 months ago which also happened to be the last time I had gone for a handshake. Haha. This time though, I had a lot more fun than in 2016 cause everything was moving more quickly and due to the weather being cold and rainy and terrible, it seems like there were less people than usual as well that turned up. 

I wasn't complaining though. Less waiting time for me at Sayaka's lane. I also went to the shared line that Azusa, Akarin, Jo and Saeppi were in, but as I only went to see them with one ticket, I won't write a report on that since I literally only said hi haha. I'll just focus on my Sayaka reports as always lol. 

I’ll first write the report in Japanese, and then put the English translation below! Anyway, hope you enjoy reading! XD

山本彩握手レポ 1  

 ミニライブのすぐ後の1枚  

べ 「マレーシアからのベンです!」 

彩「お! 久しぶり!」 

べ「去年のソロライブ行ってたよ」 

彩「見てたよ!!」 (目の形を手で作りながら言ってた) 

べ 「 ;_; 」

Yamamoto Sayaka Handshake Report 1

(Right after the mini live)

V: Hi it's Ven from Malaysia 

S: Oh! Long time no see! 

V: I went to your live last year! (I was wearing her Identity shirt) 

S: I know! I saw you! *Makes the shape of an eye with her hand* 

V: ;_;

山本彩 握手会レポ 2

ほくろフェチ 

彩「あ! ベン!」 

べ「こんにちは。昔顔にあるほくろフェチがあるって言ってたね。」  

彩「うん、うん!」 

 べ「それまだある? ぐぐたす時代の話だけど 」 

彩「ある、ある!! お！ほくろ沢山あるね」 

(私の顔にあるホクロを見ながら言ってた)  

べ「うん、でも小さい頃ちょっとコンプレックスなので、嬉しかった」

 彩「え、なんで? すごい可愛いよ。私もある！一緒！」

 (彩ちゃん自分の顔にあるほくろを指を指しながら言ってた) 

 べ「うん」

Yamamoto Sayaka Handshake Report 2

(Mole fetish)

S: Ah! Ven! 

V: A long time ago, you said you had a fetish for moles on people's faces. 

S: Yep, yep! 

V: Do you still have that? This was back from G+ days so... 

S: Yes yes, I do! Oh! You have lots of moles! (Sayaka said this while looking at the moles on my face)

V: Yes, but when I was younger, it used to be a little of a complex, so that made me happy. 

S: Eh, why? They're sooo cute! I have them too! *points at the mole on the side of her chin* We're the same! 

V: Yeah *blushes* 

I actually never really noticed, but after having a good proper look on her face closeup, Sayaka too has a good number of moles on her face. They're just not as obvious as the one on her chin.

山本彩 握手会レポ 3

最後の５枚

彩「おかえり!」  

べ「はい! さっきのほくろの話だけど、彩ちゃんナルシシストなの?」

彩「なんて??」 

べ「ナルシスト。自分のこと好きなの?」 

彩「誰?? 私?」 

 べ「うん」

彩「違うよ!」 

べ「そう? 所で、今回最後だよ。」 

彩「ええ ;_;」 

べ「でも30枚手紙とか送ったことある!」

彩「えええ、ありがとう! なんか何回見たことあるよ! 」 

べ「これからも応援してるよ!」 

Yamamoto Sayaka Handshake Report 3

(Last handshake for the day)

S: Welcome back! 

V: Hey! About the mole fetish talk earlier, are you a narcissist?

S: What?? 

V: Narcissist. Like in love with yourself?

S: Who?? Me? 

V: *nods* 

S: Nono it's not like that! 

V: Oh? By the way this is my last time for now. 

S: Ehhh ;_;   

V: But I've written you 30 or so letters before! 

S: Thank you! I've seen them a couple of times before! 

V: I'm supporting you too from now on! 

So, I was trying to tease Sayaka for being a narcissist for her mole fetish while having moles on her face herself. I kinda bombed it though cause initially she didn’t catch what I said, and even later when she understood, I caught her off guard cause I bet she was expecting serious talk from me. I’m sorry Sayaka. I just had to XDD

Final Thoughts

Personally, this is probably the best handshake I’ve ever had with Sayaka up to date. Like if you looked at my past reports, I did manage to like throw in random points/topics here and there but not actually keep a conversation going. This is the first time I felt like I actually somewhat managed a proper conversation. It took me like 4 years, but hey I finally got there haha. Sayaka was sweet and cute as always, and like I can never get enough of her cute reactions and responses. Just hats off to the queen of handshakes haha. 

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