#who am i to stop a genius at work? let your creativity reign on!

[magmaprincess]

Mei would grin at his own jest; the little humorous antics ran in each of her men a plenty. As she prepared the spread as he spoke, her hands would move carefully, she was a natural at her talent that she could be cutting and still keep her eye contact on Naruto. Placing the plates in front of him, she shortly accompanies by his side, taking her own gander at the swords that rested nearby. “They are true representations of their namesake.” Beautiful, it oddly matched their energies. And at his disposal, it sure had shown Naruto’s true calling of collecting the swords that were meant for him. “Eternal chakra, you have much of that. It’s like they were waiting for you.”

The Red Flash of the Mist would become his new nickname. At his exceptional rate, Naruto would be known by so many more, his prowess was infinite, and it was far from finished. “Is that why you showed off your teleport skills first thing? Or were you missing home just as much?”

Another little tease, but it greatly surprised Mei just how much Naruto had in his arsenal. She was no doubt the most protected Kage, not even the Hokage had this much defense with her million men army. No, seriously, their enemies, beware.

“Your promise, it continues to follow you even through all these years.” And in her calm, she softens, turning her knees to him. “You’ve been gifted with such a power that you made it all your own. I could not be any prouder, Naruto darling.”

Naruto was taking after all who had taught him and the inherent legacy he bore on his shoulders. A young man with an aptitude for cunning tactics. He did smile at the compliment while she spoke of how he was two steps. He was many steps ahead, but he'd keep that close to the vest for now. He was ushered to the kitchen where she would show what she set out. "Ah, yes. I mostly spent it training. I wanted to be big and strong." He half-jested. Physical training helped him a lot, but it wasn't all he did. He trained to master the power of the Kyuubi. He trained to further the craft of seals that his clan was known for. He even mastered his father's trademark techniques. "Ah. The swords." He glanced way over to where they are. "They are called, funny enough, Sun and Moon. Blades of my clan. I found them in the ruins. The...villages that attacked Uzushio didn't get everything." He looked back to her. "Twin katanas that were made with a special ore that's far more receptive to chakra and thus elemental affinity." Naruto had found his swords - making it clear which path he seemed to be leaning towards. "I uh...I also mastered my father's technique in a way that goes beyond the kunai he was known for. Given my chakra pool is vast." That was an understatement. "I can...teleport around and to greater distances. Truly a *red* flash across the battlefield if needed." The Red Flash of the Mist was a good calling if he wanted.

[planetallure]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ fic recs

CW: these works contain explicit content intended for those 18+. make sure to read the rules of the writers before interacting.

@peterthepark : coming back to this blog made me realize when exactly i started back reading fanfic fr. the moment that was eddie mf munson, touched something in me. reign was one of my first intros that really stuck with me. it kinda blew my mind and scared me at the same time because i was like…how do i move on…what’s better than this??? brilliance. creative genius. like what more do you want from me? reign, i miss you. <3

i rec literally anything she’s written about eddie or tasm!peter parker.

@ohcaptains : i really don’t know what to tell you man. leah. is. HER. she simply does not miss. funny story: when i first started my old blog, it was ageless so i ended up getting blocked. so i pm’d her basically begging to come back home because i knew what i had lost. i’m not ashamed.

"dealers choice" - if you happened to miss the moment that was eddie munson or you miss his character or you were never really into him, this lil universe is for you. <3

"learning in public" - carmy x fem!reader. he needs it. he wants it. he has to have it. a man on his knees. enjoy.

"don't you dare fall in love" - heads up this one was discontinued and will not be continued (so don’t go harassing her about it) but the last part has an open ending so don’t let that stop you. college student/dealer!ellie x fem!reader. it’s beautiful and perfect. enjoy.

also ALL of her frank castle, abby anderson, tasm!peter parker fics. thank youuu

@inknopewetrust : this woman is a W R I T E R. the beautiful angsty things that come from her brain need to be cherished. thank you for your service.

“hoping i’ll find [a glimpse of us]” - when i tell you this shit was so fricking good!!!!!?! another piece of LITERATURE that i couldn’t believe i got to read for free on tumblr. i am such a sucker for a angsty slow burn and this still lives in me head rent free to this day. the tension had me giggling and laughing and biting my nail and crying. i need to spin back. i need to feel something!!

“secret” : now this one was a sexy forbidden romance. eddie’s our man who isn’t our man but is and oh m gee the angst in this one got me too, though it wasn’t as much. preppy!reader x eddie munson iykyk.

@etherealising : the absolute sweetest person i’ve met on here. every interaction i have with her just makes me smile. on TOP of that she’s a beautiful writer and storyteller. vee you have my heart.

“all i ever knew only you” - the best carmy x oc fic i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading on here. i’m so emotionally attached to this series, its characters and i think it has such re-readablity . the characterization is also so well done carmy x baby 4life. it’s currently discontinued but she is currently doing a rewrite and it’s going really well! in the meantime, please don’t let that stop you from reading the original while it’s still up. you won’t regret it.

“a buried and a burning flame” - vee single-handedly has me looking a richie different now. like…wait a minute :)) the bickering and banter is so fun. tension? check. spice?? check.

“flew like a moth to you” - a continuation of the one above. babyyyy!!! yes, yes, uh huh 🙂‍↕️ these two? LOVE EM. he’s officially in my heart.

@totheblood : star is so kind and super creative. she has created some of my favorite ellie williams smau’s on here.

"the hard way" - rockstar!ellie williams x ex-gf!reader smau. you guys are brought together again to solve the mystery that is the anonymous account blackmailing the two of you. mmm, nothing like the takedown of a shady mf to bring the girls together again :)

@cherriesxinthespring : another sweetheart with a beautiful mind. ik people get the characterization/true nature of ellie so wrong, but not rosie. she gets it.

“wasteland, baby!” - the wlw true enemies to lovers slow burn i’ve been dreaming of. tap in. right now.

@elliesbelle

“nobody compares to you” : a deliciously angsty slow burn second chance romance (ex!ellie x f!reader)

all the text convos for abby and ellie.

@newasskid : this blog makes me so nostalgic. THE first fic series that i read and rebloged when i started my first ff blog, came from this writer. i honestly feel it was my first time reading fanfic that wasn’t a silly little wattpad story or imagine and i was honestly gagged. i was like, “this…this is literature.” what can i say? i love good ass characterization! and this one was no exception.

“hard knock life” - like i said i was gagged with how good it was. i read the first two chapters back in 2022 and i still remember the feeling i felt reading them. this new blog i’m making is a fresh start for me and a chance for me to get back into old fandoms. will be revisiting this one soon.

@lovelettersfromluna

"one of your girls" - biker!ellie/roommate!ellie/camgirl!ellie x f!reader ALL rolled into to this ridiculously sexy little universe!! i love these two so much :’(

"compass" - vampire!ellie !!!! my new favorite thing. the way luna writes her feeding on reader ALONE is the most erotic and intimate thing. my god this was hot.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sending all of this beautiful writers my love and respect y’all are amazing and so important. <3

[fallout4reactsblog]

companions react to news of the institute christmas party courser revolution and the fact that the institute is now apparently populated entirely by festive rogue coursers in elf costumes and also what ramifications this has on the politics of the commonwealth as a whole. father's drowned corpse, still in his silly santa hat, is now impaled on the antlers of the fake reindeer on the sleigh prop by the institute's metaphorical front door as a warning and a symbol of their casting off chains.

Cait: “You have to at least give them some points for creativity.”

Cait pulls a face, but says, “I guess.”

“Come on, Cait. You could at least admit it’s a little funny. I’d have paid good money to be a fly on the wall that day.”

“It’s fucked up, is what it is. How are you so calm?”

“How are you so stressed?” They lean back in their chair, folding their arms contentedly. “They basically did our job for us. No more Institute.”

She sighs. “You’re nuts.”

“Maybe. I guess all we can do is wait and see what happens, huh? Maybe they’ll retreat to their underground hidey-hole and leave the Commonwealth alone.”

“Not countin’ on it.”

“You can be as pessimistic as you like. The way I see it, this is a good thing both ways. Either the Institute collapses without strict management- which would be good- the coursers decide they don’t believe in what the Institute was doing before and stop- also good- or we go in there and only have to kill half of what was there. A win-win-win situation.”

She shakes her head. “Whatever you say. I’m not buyin’ it.”

Curie: “The absurdity of the situation is certainly not lost on me, Madam/Monsieur, but surely there are still, ah, consequences for this?”

“Oh, sure, yeah, definitely. I mean, they’ve basically got my son on a pike on the CIT lawn. But, you know, don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things, as the old saying goes.”

“I... do not think this is a ‘petty thing’ anymore.”

They wave a hand dismissively. “We’ll wait for the dust to settle, then go check it out. Until then, I’m not jumping to any conclusions.”

“I am merely saying that, given the evidence, this seems quite disastrous, especially in terms of political instability.”

“Ah, who cares about politics? Unless they or someone else starts a war, it’ll be fine. Let ‘em live a little. Everybody’s gotta have a rebellious teenager phase at some point.”

Curie wasn’t sure this counted as being a rebellious teen, but if that was what brought sole comfort, she would let them have it.

Danse: Listening Post Bravo is quiet. That’s how he likes it, and how it’s going to stay.

Courser uprising. Of course, it was a courser uprising. What else could it have been? Those things are killing machines; death is everything they were designed for, and now they’ve taken the reigns and can do as they see fit across the Commonwealth with no masters to keep them in check.

He pulls himself a little tighter into his corner. God, what a mess. This is over. They needed to go back to DC and forget they had ever heard of the Institute. Tactical retreat. If Arthur wasn’t so far on his warpath, he might have even suggested it, but he was six feet deep in his “now’s the time to strike” speech with no sign of stopping to think about the hole he was digging.

Well, Arthur could do what he wanted. Danse has had enough of this, enough of the goddamn Commonwealth, enough of the synths, enough of it all. This was his home, now, and he was going to sit here and plant potatoes and forget anything that happened outside. Especially the fact that coursers even existed and could, presumably, come knocking on his door at any moment. 

He was going to make an effort to forget that first.

Deacon: He lets out a long, low, whistle, then turns to Dez. “We should’ve thought of that one first, Boss. It’s genius.”

“It’s madness.” Desdemona pinches the bridge of her nose. “But I suppose it works in our favor, at least for now. There should be chaos in the Institute right about now.”

“Other synths probably saw the carnage.” Glory pipes up. “They might be getting some similar ideas. This could be our moment.”

“Who would’ve predicted this, though?” Deacon grins. “It’s so out there that I can’t even be surprised that it happened. I mean, tell me “Holiday Office Party Leads to Destruction of Commonwealth Boogeyman” doesn’t sound like a headline you’d see in the Publick these days. It’s the perfect brand of Commonwealth crazy.”

“The Brotherhood is going to want to get on this,” Carrington says, shooting a glare Deacon’s direction. “We need to act before they can get there.”

“I’ve reached out to our man on the inside,” Deacon replies, glaring back. “But until we hear back, we might as well enjoy the show.”

Dez shakes her head. “I suppose so.”

Gage: “Honestly? Can’t blame ‘em. That holiday party sounds like an actual nightmare. I’d kill someone if they stuck elf ears on me, too.”

“Damn. There go my plans for next Christmas.”

Sole’s tone is dry enough he can’t tell if they’re joking. “I’m serious, Overboss. You even look at me with a costume-”

“I value my life, thanks.”

“Just providin’ fair warning. I don’t think any of the others would take kindly to it, either.”

They shake their head. “Mason wouldn’t mind. He practically dresses up in a costume every day.”

“Are you shitting me? He’d be the one that hated it the most.”

“Absolutely not. Mags would hate it the most.”

He thinks about it a moment, then replies, “Fair point, but what about Nisha?”

Sole sucks in a tense breath. “Oh, that’d be a mess. A bloody, ugly mess. Moral of the story: no holiday parties.”

“Good advice.”

Hancock: “I mean, good for them?” He stares at the ceiling, still a little baffled. “I guess?”

“But what does this mean, John?” Fahrenheit lights up a cigarette across from him.

“Well, we’ll be fine. I have that on good authority. Everybody else...” He makes a face.

“Exactly. No one knows.”

“No one even knew this was an option.” Smoke hisses between his teeth. “I mean, it’s fitting that they’d go up in smoke because of their own arrogance, but still.”

“People are losing it.”

He snorts. “Think of the Brotherhood. They must be havin’ a real heyday over there. But us? We’ll be fine. That’s what matters, right?”

“That’s what matters.”

MacCready: “I honestly don’t know what to say.”

Sole shrugs. “Then don’t say anything. I’m still not sure how I feel about it myself.”

“This is a good thing, right?” He looks to them for some explanation. “Right?”

“It’s too early to say, yet.”

“’Too early to say’? It’s a courser uprising for crying out loud. Forget what I said. This is bad.”

“Could turn out to be good, though.”

“Okay, it could, but...” he shakes his head. “What the heck. You’re right. We’ll see.”

Still, it’s a messed-up way to go. The only thing worse than being killed by a courser, he imagines, is being killed by a courser dressed up as a holiday elf.

Nick: He blinks slowly, purses his lips, then carefully folds his newspaper and puts it to the side.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I know. Crazy, huh?” Sole pops the cap off a Nuka-Cola and takes a seat on his desk. “All it took was a Christmas party.”

“I gotta say, this wasn’t among the ways I thought the Institute would go. Up in a firey ball, sure, but at the hands of killing machines dressed as Santa’s elves?”

“That’s what makes it so great! No one saw this coming, the Institute least of all, I assume. Can you imagine the mess that must be happening at Boston Airport right now? The Brotherhood is shitting their pants as we speak.”

He just shakes his head. “We can close that case, I guess. I’m not sure if I should be happy for them or horrified at the circumstances. Still, we should be careful; it’ll be hard to know what a change in leadership means for us.”

“Sure, sure.”

“I’ll give ‘em credit for creativity, though.”

Piper: This is the best thing to happen all year.

For once, papers are flying off the shelves. She’s selling copies right off the press, selling them before they’re even printed. She’s on backorder for the story of the festive courser rebellion, which she’d heard all the details about from a Diamond City guard wearing suspiciously Deacon-like sunglasses. But forget him.

People have traveled to get here and get their hands on the Publick. There’s someone from Bunker Hill sitting next to someone from Cambridge next to someone who said they came from the Glowing Sea, of all places. The caps she’s making is more than she could have ever imagined, and she’s glad she faced sleep deprivation to make this one a Publick Occurrences exclusive. It’s been well worth it so far. Nat doesn’t even have to stand on the street to hawk the paper, people are coming right up to her door and knocking, no joke.

She knew the war would be profitable, but it’s made even better by the way it all went down. A holiday party gone wrong is the perfect headline, and if she could find a courser, she’d kiss them for their genius. Because this is the best thing to happen to her since she not-so-subtly implied McDonough was a synth.

Bless the coursers of the Institute for their impeccable sense of style.

Preston: “I have to say, I didn’t expect to be crossing ‘take care of the Institute’ off of my to-do list so quickly.”

Sole cocks their head to the side. “I mean, it’s not gone yet. Just... under new management.”

“New management, new threat in my opinion. You can’t really believe everything is going to stay the same after this. The Institute is going to change in at least a couple of ways.”

“Fair.” They lean up against the workbench. “Kinda crazy how it all went down, though.”

He chuckles. “I’d call that an understatement, General. No one could’ve seen this one coming. Trigger-happy Brotherhood goes on the warpath? I thought we might see that one, but blowing up from the inside?” He shakes his head. “That’s a new one.”

“They kinda had it coming, though. Who thought making killing machines play Barbie was a good idea?”

“Someone who came to regret it, no doubt.”

[hopeworldfan]

good things come in threes (2)

summary: you had a unique relationship with hyuna and hyojong, one that gets even more complicated when min yoongi gets involved.

pairing: yoongi/reader, hyuna/reader/hyojong

word count: 2k

rating: 18+

genre: fluff, smut, angst, idolverse, idol!reader

warning: sexting, yoongi pops a boner, implied masturbation 

Beads of sweat were cascading down the side of your face and your muscles were screaming in protest with every move you made. You didn’t stop though, you couldn’t stop. The choreography had to be second nature to you, to come as easy as breathing when you were on stage. No matter what happened, what distraction there might be, what complication might occur, your performance couldn’t falter for a single second. You always had to give your fans your absolute best, no exceptions.

“We can take a break (y/n).” Your choreographer, Taewon, offered with a knowing smile.

He already knew what your answer would be, what it always was. “Nonsense. Let’s run it again.”

Your heart was pounding as the music started again. Sparing a glance at the mirror in front of you, you noted how much of a mess you looked. It had been three hours since you stepped foot in the dance studio and your messy appearance attested to that.

Despite your somewhat laidback, uncaring persona in the public eye, you cared a lot. The persona was a carefully crafted one that worked wonders for you. The controversial queen, multiple tattoos, sultry outfits, lyrics littered with profanity, and a very empowered attitude in general. You were the ‘darker’ version of Hyuna in a sense, and that came into play in your collaborations. She was the light to your dark, the sun to your moon, and people ate it up.

Your legs were shaking by the time you finished the song and it took all of your willpower not to collapse on the ground. Just in time, Minsun strolled in. “Good news (y/n)!”

“I love good news.” You sighed, plopping down on the floor and gratefully taking the water bottle Taewon handed you.

“You’re collaborating with Suga, just one song, for now, BigHit wants to test the waters before committing to more.”  

You froze, the bottle of water just touching your lips. “Are you serious?”

“Of course, I am.” Your manager sniffed. “You can thank me at any time.”

In the next beat, you were on your feet, your arms wrapped around the taller woman.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you.” You chanted, a wide smile on your face.

“Oh gross! You’re getting sweat all over my suit!” She protested, trying to shove your sweaty form off.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” You teased and she just huffed in annoyance, but you released her, finally chugging the bottle of water. “So, what are the details.”

“The two of you have free reign on the song. We want it released before the start of your tour, something to kick it off with a bang. Since your first performance is right here in Seoul and it’s being filmed, you’re going to bring Suga out for the song. It’s a secret though, very under wraps.”

You nodded thoughtfully. Your tour kicked off in three months, you’d written songs within a much shorter time span. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Minsun’s face morphed into something more serious and your stomach dropped. Uh oh, that expression never meant anything good. “Listen (y/n), the Bangtan boys have a much cleaner image to uphold than yourself. The BigHit executives have voiced…concerns about your relationship with Hyuna and E’Dawn. If it were to be revealed while you were working with Suga, it could have a backlash on them, and they don’t want that. If there is any whiff of the three of you, they’ll pull out of the collaboration without a second thought.”

Annoyance coursed through you. Everything always came down to your relationship –not relationship- with Hyuna and Hyojong. It’s not like the three of you were doing anything wrong. You were all adults, it was completely consensual, why did it have to be some big thing? Why did society have to consider it taboo? Why did it have to affect your career?

“I get it Minsun.” You breathed and she sighed.

“Look, you know I don’t understand what you have with them, but maybe some time away would do you good.” She was only trying to help, you knew that, so you ignored the flare of irritation at her suggestion.

“I’ll be careful.” You promised before turning and getting back into position. “I need to get back to practice.”

A week later and you were finally meeting with Suga. The two of you had agreed to just meet in his studio since that was the most logical place for what the two of you were doing. You were so excited, you’d been a fan of his work for so long, really connecting to the emotion he injected into his lyrics. This was your dream collaboration.

“Wah! (Y/N)?! What is (Y/N) doing at our dorm?!” A panicked voice exclaimed when you strolled into the dorms, security having let you in.

“What are you talking about-oh my god!”

“What’s the commotion?”

You just giggled at the scene playing out in front of you. It was Jungkook who screamed first, and he was still staring at you like you had sprouted an extra head. V was next, having looked up from his position on the couch to also gawk at you. Namjoon was the last one, walking into the room at the boy’s exclamations. The three of them were just staring at you so you hesitantly raised a hand in greeting. “Uhh, hi? I’m here to see Suga.”

“Oh!” Namjoon exclaimed with wide eyes. “Yes! We knew that! We totally knew that. I’ll go get him!”

He was gone before you could reply, and you were left awkwardly standing there. Jungkook and V looked to be arguing about something before the younger of the two finally approached you. “Hi, um, I know we’ve technically met before, but, uh, I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan.”

“Thank you! I’m a huge fan of you too!” You smiled and his eyes shot up to meet yours.

“Really?”

“Of course! Euphoria is a gorgeous song, I listen to it a lot.” A blush crept up to your cheeks at your confession and you noticed a similar thing happening to the boy in front of you.

“I! Uh, I’m a huge fan too (y/n)!” V shouted, scrambling to stand next to Jungkook.

“Your solo track is also amazing V; your voice is so comforting I adore it.” His cheeks flushed a light pink at the compliment. They were both so adorable. You loved seeing the contrast from the sensual guys you had watched on stage to the shy guys standing in front of you.

“If the two of you are done harassing (y/n), we have work to do.” A different voice commented and the two boys in front of you paled.

“We’re not harassing her, Hyung!” Jungkook protested.

“We were just talking!” V defended and you couldn’t help but giggle at the display. The dynamic was hilarious, both boys were larger than Suga, but it was obvious they deferred to him.  

“It’s true, we were just chatting.” You chimed in with a kind smile and his eyes flitted to you. Your gaze only met for a moment before he looked away, his expression unreadable. Panic shot through. What he saw at MAMA had been on your mind since that night. Sure, he didn’t have any concrete proof about what happened, but you knew that he knew and if he let anything slip, the paparazzi would run with it. However, there hadn’t been a single whiff of it.

“You can follow me to my studio.” He said and you obliged immediately, waving goodbye to V and Jungkook.

What if he asked you about it? You had to lie, there was no way you could just tell the truth, that was too dangerous. Not that you thought Suga was a shady person, but you only knew him from what he showed the world, that wasn’t always the real deal.

“I’m really excited to work with you Suga, I’ve admired you for a while now.” You said honestly as the two of you walked into the studio.  

“Ahh, thank you,” He said somewhat shyly, and you noticed the slight reddening of his cheeks. “And you can call me Yoongi.”

Cute.

“Alright, Yoongi.” You grinned, setting your backpack down and taking a seat on the couch. Maybe his personality was just more reserved, and he wasn’t treating you differently because of what he saw. “So, do you have any ideas for the song, I have a few WIP’s that we could pull from, but I haven’t been able to come up with a fitting theme.”

Yoongi took a seat in front of his keyboard, facing you and putting a hand up to his face. He looked more confident than he had ten seconds ago, and you had to will yourself to keep your mind from wandering. He was an extremely attractive male, but you’re constantly surrounded by attractive males that didn’t make you feel the way you were feeling.

It had been so long since you’d felt real desire for anyone but Hyuna and Hyojong. Even with Hui, he was attractive, and you had a lot of fun, but the thought of him didn’t particularly excite you though. Yoongi though, he excited you, and you’d only been in the same room for five minutes.

“I think the most logical thing would be a darker themed song, it would fit both of our images. I uhh, I started working on something when I was told about the collaboration.”  

Time flew by while the two of you worked. Yoongi was a genius, there wasn’t a single doubt left in your mind. The two of you would be done the song in no time at the pace you were getting things out. You worked so well together, any time one of you got stuck the other jumped in immediately with a solution. In all your years as an idol, you had never felt such a creative connection with someone.

“I’ll be right back.” You smiled, jumping up to take a bathroom break.

Yoongi watched you go with a look that could only be described as in awe. He’d wanted to collaborate with you for so long, ever since the first time he heard your voice. There was just something so poignant about it, something that drew him in. He told himself how breathtakingly beautiful you were had nothing to do with it. Even today, you were dressed so simply, sweatpants and a t-shirt, hair in a messy bun, a black face mask and not a trace of makeup, and he thought you looked gorgeous.  

The only problem he was having was that he couldn’t look at you without picturing how you looked that night at MAMA. You had obviously just been having sex, there was no doubt in his mind. Everything about you was screaming it, the hickeys on your neck, your still blown pupils, your swollen lips, your inside out shirt. You had still looked so fucked out and holy fuck Yoongi couldn’t help but wish that it was because of him.

A buzzing noise drew his attention to the couch, and he noticed you had left your phone when you want to the bathroom. Curiosity got the better of him and he leaned forward, seeing that not only did you leave your phone unlocked, but open to a message thread.

His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when he saw the picture, and the message attached to it. Your face wasn’t in the picture, and neither was the girl’s whose pussy you were eating, or the guy’s who was fucking you from behind, the one holding the camera. So, he couldn’t be positive it was you, but he was pretty positive it was you. The girl had the same shoulder tattoo and that was your current hair color.

It was the attached message that really solidified it.

we didn’t get enough of you noona, come play

Yoongi wasn’t oblivious to the rumors surrounding you, the whispers about your relationship with Hyuna and E’Dawn. He knew that’s whose dressing room you were rushing out of when you ran into him, but seeing the picture, seeing the proof, Yoongi felt his pants tightening. Fuck.

He whirled around when you strolled back into the studio. “Sorry I took so long, I may have gotten a tad bit lost.”

“It’s cool.” He replied nervously and you tilted your head in confusion before plopping back down on the couch and grabbing your phone. He watched you out of the corner of his eyes as you scanned the message, he noticed the way your lips parted slightly and your tongue shot out to wet your bottom lips, he noticed the way you squeezed your thighs together.

“Do you mind if we put a pause on things for the night? We’ve made a lot of progress.” You asked and Yoongi kept his back towards you, unable to kill his growing erection. Holy shit. You were going to go, that’s where you’d be headed when you left.

“Yeah that’s cool, I’ll stay here and just add a few tweaks.”  

“Alright! I really enjoyed working with you today, I’ll be in contact!” You grinned, grabbing your stuff and bouncing out. His eyes followed your form, getting up and locking the door the minute you were out of sight.

[screensandmelodies-blog]

Top TV Shows of 2016

 By Mackenzie Burns and Spencer Collaton

Mackenzie’s Top TV shows of 2016

I have quite a themed list, as they are all in a way grounded in real events or what could be perceived as happening in real life. They all have amazing characters and stories behind them.

1.       Game of Thrones

Game of thrones is a fantasy show produced by HBO, debuting in 2011. The heart of the may be grounded in a fanatic world but it is about the fight for power and the ways people achieve it. Set in what can be seen as medieval times, the show has many different characters and ways of living weaved throughout. From poor people, to the royals, this show has it all.   Based off the Popular books by George RR Martin, if has become a world-wide phenomenon. It is HBO’S Number 1 show and is one of the most illegally downloaded for a reason. With a huge ensemble cast, there is a storyline that you will become invested in. From Dragons, Swords, pretty dresses and political intrigue, and more it is a show for anyone. Well, if you are 16 and over of course.

2.       Shadowhunters

Shadow hunters is a fantasy/teen drama, produced by Freeform which was once ABC Family, in early 2016. The show like others of its kind, a teen drama with fantastical elements, grounded in real life. The show surrounds Clary Fairchild, a 18 year old girl who discovers a secret. She finds out that she is a Shadow hunter, half human half angel. She is thrust into a world she doesn’t know, learning and adapting who she is. Which is to protect humans, from the demons who are out to kill the human race.  The show also involves, Vampires, Werewolves, Seelie’s, and Warlocks.  The series began as a book series by Cassandra Clare, the series tried to be film adaptations but wasn’t successful until now. Each episode spans about 45 mins and is easy to access for Canadian’s on Netflix. A perfect show to binge watch, with the drama and intrigue it can keep you guess.

3.       Reign

Reign is a show about Mary Queen of Scots, the reigning monarch of Scotland in the 16th century. The show is a CW network original, but for Canadians it is broadcast on CTV.  But the show is not your typical historical show. It is a historical to a point, the writers have taken creative liberties, but it has most of people who were involved in her life. The show is a teen drama, which is something that makes it interesting for me personally. Reign debuted in fall 2013, and its on its finale season currently. It has a great cast of characters, from all over the world. Some of the actors are from Canada, and they film in Toronto as well.

4.       Supernatural

Supernatural is a long running show, having 11 seasons currently out. I am still in the early seasons, but it is a good show to watch when I want to watch something interesting. The show is about Sam and Dean Winchester, who are on the hunt to find their father. All the while, they go from town to town, finding and killing whatever supernatural being ma be lurking in the shadows. At first, I was skeptical about it, since Im not a huge fan for horror type shows. But I thoroughly enjoy it. Debuted in 2005, and doesn’t seem like stopping any time yet.

5.       The Walking Dead

Imagine a Zombie Apocalypse, in a world where Zombies were never talked about or existed in media. As well as the word doesn’t exist. This is the premise of the Walking Dead. Set in Atlanta Georgia, the first season follows Rick Grimes and the people he meets as they try to survive the world, where zombies are everywhere. The Series is AMC’s number 1 rated show, with fans viewing every Sunday night. The series debuted in 2011, and became in instant hit making everyone who liked Zombies or survival shows happy. It is grounded, even though it is a post apocalypse world. The relationships, and the survival tacks that are shown is important to shows the power of the human condition.

Spencer’s Top TV Shows of 2016

1.       Stranger Things

A Netflix original, Stranger Things is a sci-fi/horror/thriller. The shows creators (Matt Duffer and Ross Duffer) have written and produced many projects within the thriller/horror genre and have worked for influential names like M. Night Shyamalan. The series is set in the 1980’s in a little town called Hawkins within the state of Indiana the first season is centred around the disappearance of a local boy named Will Byers. Amidst the disappearance the show also follows Will’s friends trying to find him – working alongside state police and the emergence of an eleven-year-old girl with psychokinetic abilities appropriately named: Eleven. The series went viral after it’s release on Netflix and season 2 is due out in the summer of 2017. If you haven’t heard of this show you’ve probably been living under a rock and I strongly suggest you check it out.

2.       Narcos: The Pablo Escobar Story

Another Netflix original (Surprise, surprise the guy without cable watches primarily Netflix shows), Narcos tells the story of revered Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar. Wagner Moura stars as the fear-mongering cartel leader and absolutely nails it (certainly better than Vincent Chase’s portrayal in the HBO series Entourage, that’s a joke only few will understand). Much like Stranger Things, the show is in it’s inception but has also gone viral very quickly.. Season 2 was just released in September of 2016 and let me tell you, there certainly isn’t a drop-off in quality from season 1. Another show I strongly recommend checking out on one of those nights where you can’t decide what to watch on Netflix and ultimately end up choosing The Office for the 3,965,385th time.

3.       American Horror Story: My Roanoke Nightmare

Just when you think you’ve figured American Horror Story out, show creator Ryan Murphy drops what can only be described as the most bizarre and controversial season of American Horror Story yet. My Roanoke Nightmare follows the folklore behind the disappearance of an entire colony of first-settlers in the Carolina city of Roanoke. Without giving much away it’s tough to describe the outright BOMB that gets dropped half way through this season however, if you enjoy being mortified and aren’t squeamish… This season will entertain you to no end.

4.       American Crime Story: The People vs OJ Simpson

Ryan Murphy cracks the list yet again (I swear there’s no bias here) as an executive producer in the critically-acclaimed series: American Crime Story. The show follows the same template as American Horror Story in that each season presents its own mini-series so the seasons don’t wrap into one continuous plot. The first season recounted the tale of the infamous trial of OJ Simpson. Cuba Gooding Jr. was tasked with playing the controversial figure and absolutely killed it (no pun intended? Innocent until proven guilty so I think I’m okay there). The second season is currently in the works and will be titled Katrina, chronicling the story of Hurricane Katrina with source material coming from Douglas Brinkley’s book: The Great Deluge: Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast. The series is scheduled to be released in 2018 with season 3 being released within 6 months of the second.

5.       Westworld

Westworld is an HBO show in the sci-fi/western genre. It is a made for TV adaptation of the 1973 film by the same name, and has minimal elements from the sequel: Futureworld. The show comes from Jonathan Nolan and Lisa Joy but also employs the services of renowned sci-fi genius J.J Abrams (There may be a little bias here as I blindly enjoy everything Abrams does). The story is set in an old western amusement park with futuristic technology and is populated by androids. Westworld allows these visitors to indulge in whatever their heart desires without fear of persecution or retaliation. It’s a really neat idea and again is tough to describe the show without giving too much away as it’s only in its first season.

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Skip Brick House

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At nineteen, in 1975, I was providing promotion for the OSU college paper, The Lantern, and submitting stories and receiving printed in the university student "fringe" paper: Our Choking Situations. The one exactly where I received their regard as a budding radical, then went traveling about the strains of professionalism to date Gil Scott-Heron.

I not only wrote about the more mature and otherworldly genius radical rapper, I threw warning in my hometown wind, hit the road with him, and very well, you know. Ditching school for practically a week, I boarded a tour bus with Gil, soaking up his superstar and smiling a smug smile, when other ladies stared with hungry eyes. Mostly I watched him read and examine and read.

Now I understood why his lyrics ended up so intriguing. He devoured news journals and publications, pace-studying, ideas on fire. I tried using to be completely ready with an clever comment or witticism, though maintaining the target of my posting in head.

"I like conversing to you," he when mentioned approvingly, eyes smiling as he looked up from U.S. Information and Entire world Report. And well my heart did little flips as the bus clipped alongside.

In 1976, I would have flashbacks of our modern time together: Gil, handsome, angular-faced and charmingly disheveled sat backwards on a chair throughout from me, as I lay robed in his lodge bed and dreamily drank wine. He enthusiastically entertained his enraptured audience of a single. I alternated concerning laughter and awe, as he tossed off fantastic dialogue and humor with an upturned finger, woven in with his trademark political rhapsody and a wacked, uncombed, uncared-about afro.

My merriment only somewhat dimmed by an shadowy perception of foreboding when Gil manufactured a place of using frequent "creative time-outs" to do copious lines of cocaine from an album deal with on The Holiday break Inn resort dresser. Credit history to him, he failed to corrupt me with his coke, which I experienced turned down the to start with working day. I was still terrified by cocaine--then. And he let me remain happily "in my cups", replenishing my drink stash at each individual rest stop. Again in that day, a gentleman who hardly ever enable my drink operate out, was the epitome of a gentleman to me, which created it tough to concentrate on diamonds and much more upscale amenities.

Wrenching myself away from that rendezvous for a time, I grew to become the at times-faux, oft-occasions certainly-dedicated scholar once again and dove into my higher education courses for an additional year or so.

Typically I wrote from the soul, devoid of receiving intimately concerned--all in preparing for my coming profession in broadcast journalism. That is till I got sidetracked all over again, but by this time I was twenty-one particular. Hey, I was grown! But my grown self was managing a semester guiding my scheduled graduation day. My degree experienced to hold out for spells of heavy drinking, the neighborhood get together scene and manic despair hovering in the wings.

At minimum faculty was out for a year, since it was the smoking-incredibly hot Summer months of 77"!! A mate of a pal, a concert promoter, borderline soiled outdated gentleman. (he was late 40's which at 21 appeared fairly historical.) This person submitted my title to a contest, then instructed my pal that I might be ideal with some coaching and could probably get.

It was a splendor contest, but kind of an invented a person for publicity to start Lionel Richie and The Commodores' live performance tour and boost the strike record du jour. The track soaring up the charts was "Brick Home"--serving to to make The Commodores 1 of Motown's hottest teams. The contest was for Miss Columbus (Ohio) Brick Home.

The winner at the nationwide level it was promised, would also snag a motion picture function with the exceedingly interesting, Billy Dee Williams in his future film. I was jazzed over and above rhythm-and-blues. Fifteen women competed at "Ciro's", the well known Columbus dance club, sort of Pass up America fashion, in swimsuits and heels and then exposed their "intellect" or "wit" when asked a significant question.

To be genuine, there was a woman who was a Brick Property bombshell, with a sensational eye-popping figure, judging by the collective stares of the men in the viewers, but the expensive bombshell appeared dumb as a bag of hammers! (She wasn't, just shy.) I was very adept at stringing a sentence collectively, and she fumbled above her identify. Because they needed a kind of spokesmodel winner, I won.

Sandi, the Bombshell, became the runner-up and we turned speedy buddies, simply because at that point, The Commodore's administration shut down the contest and picked the two of us to go on Tour with the team.

We received gift certificates and cost-free vacation, limo rides, meals, funds for...clothing. We stood at the rear of barricades in record shops in swimsuits, substantial heels and bogus furs and signed autographs, along with The Commodores. I often wore a pair of slacks around my swimsuits in public when offstage, since I failed to want to glance sluttish. I was in fact aiming for something complex, attractive and upscale. Years later, Beyonce' pulled it off.

Sandi and I roomed together, giggled, gossiped and drank champagne while we traveled to Philadelphia, Hartford, Connecticut, Boston, and manufactured a pit prevent in Dayton in advance of the tour was to have a massive concert at Madison Sq. Garden in New York Metropolis.

It was at a packed arena in Philadelphia that I was "topped" the official stage dancer on tour and I was ecstatic to be onstage with Lionel Richie and The Commodores.

"She's a Brick Household--she's mighty, mighty!" they sung in comfortable, glittering armed service-fashion suits--a eyesight for testosterone-deprived eyes. And I would do a wham-bam funky still feminine, hip thrust as I wound my provocative dance to situation myself in between Lionel Richie and William King.

"A-A-O-O-W", I would think though William Orange basically sang it.

I was building a serious crush on Lionel, but would try out to reign it in each time his pretty wife, Brenda, phase left, arms folded, appeared at us, sullen from the sidelines. I was advised by the highway supervisor, she experienced been undertaking that for the previous two decades, but now it appeared undoubtedly directed at me. That angst and heady excitement turned a combustible combine that changed the show's regime it appeared in the course of a person concert.

The regime was that Sandi would dance solo from stage ideal and I would dance solo from stage remaining. Once throughout a live performance the air billed with anti-subject, the regimen was interrupted at the pit cease in Dayton. There was a rustling, a din, and then full clamor and chaos.

Quickly a "boo" erupted from the again. What experienced started as a tiny disturbance, quickly became a little something monstrous. 10,000 men and women packed in the arena started booing in a large roar for almost a total, tortuous moment.

I was mortified, spinning dizzily as I lastly stumbled offstage when the tune was around, practically tripping more than my sky-significant heels. Consider hiding donning a neon-orange bathing fit. I ran into a photographer who was stage facet, who became just one of my very best friends above the several years.

"Why did they boo?" I broke out in minimal-woman sobs, heaving in-among blurted words and phrases, "I was imagining I did my finest Chaka Khan dance moves,"

"I was in the back of the arena previously," Chuckie laughed, "and I heard a loud, nuts protest, men and women complaining---Skip Brick House is white! Miss out on Brick Home is white!". Then everybody commenced booing, not even recognizing why they were being booing," he claimed. "Just genuinely stupid."

"But I'm not white!" I wailed, "I am a black female, a light-weight-skinned black woman." (African-American was not nevertheless in vogue.)

"Oh, of course I can see that," explained Chuckie, "but wa-a-ay in the again with shiny lights washing out your pores and skin tone and the actuality that you sometimes put on that straightened Farrah Fawcett-on the lookout hairdo---nicely, I guess they just couldn't notify." Tears of laughter brimmed Chuckie's eyes and he wiped them away with his knuckles.

I found it challenging to snicker with him or even chuckle. To be booed by 10,000 persons in a roar of disapproval again then, designed me desire the earth would quake, open up up and eat me quickly, no issue what the explanation.

The up coming early morning on the road yet again, I had washed and curled and frizzed my hair, allowing it dry in a natural way. But I ongoing to whimper about the night time in advance of. Yet it seemed to disturb no one but me, which I found remarkable. I believed they would mail me house. Then I remembered the performer's mantra:

"The present will have to go on."

I also imagined of Lionel Richie's smile. Did I treatment he was married? Only when I examined his wife's facial area did I truly feel a wave of guilt. She appeared so unhappy about the nightly crush of women of all ages. But I was not a groupie, I sniffed to myself. 'Hey, I am Skip Brick Home! I am not only with the band, I am in the display!'

That sense of entitlement combined with the bitter-sweetness of an early hallway smile beamed in my direction. And gentle discussion concerning Lionel and me--and I only cared for my individual egocentric pleasure.

That summed up a 21-calendar year old woman-little one, with a dusty Bible and a neon orange bathing accommodate strutting nightly onstage with a supergroup, led by a welcoming, unbelievably gifted, loaded and popular person. I was dancing a dream and anything at all seemed probable. And so I danced.

Supply by Tory Connolly

[garyh2628]

Chairman and Managing Operational CEO (Global Legal Authority Quasi-Judicial)

(Finance, planning, industry and foreign trade portfolios) Private

Head of Human Resources Finance and People and Global Head of Corporate Responsibility

Investments/Contracts/Superior/Technically Competent and Right-Hand Men

NGO - (Finance, planning, industry and foreign trade portfolios) Private

To my Pharma Hubs, Technology Hubs, Social Creative/Personal Hub, My Private Hubs, My Financial Hubs and my Health and Wellbeing/Scientific Hubs, Legal and Innovation Hubs, Hinterland Hub and to my Eastern Caribbean Hub, Linguistic/Psychology Hub, to my beloved additions and to my Institutions and Partners and Team, Pool of Potential Personal Assistants and Private Secretaries and Business Managers and also to my Fitness Hub which is an extension of my Health and Wellbeing Hub and not to forget my beloved Brooklyn Hub and my Wine/Adviser Hub, Influential Legal Cashier, Strategic Partnerships, STATEMENT OF INTENT, MY WEALTH FUND AND PERSONAL ATTORNEY and PROPERTY EXPERT GUY and THE ATTACHMENT AND MY PERSONAL BOARDROOM AND MY CHIEF STRATEGY AND INNOVATION OFFICER.

All Options remain on the Table applying the finishing touches to our Genius and my Genius and the Network and this Global Structure Genius. DRAFT

Today the Network and the Global Structure and the Statement of Intent and my Strategic Partnerships Team and I were made to feel Intellectually pretty. Today we celebrated a double whammy of excellent Financial and Intellectual News after it emerged that those financial long past due agreements were given the go ahead doubling that of my wealth Fund.  Te mandate is broad, the mandate is expansive we are going to enjoy ourselves working on policies, enjoy ourselves working on methods and processes, compliance and guidelines.  We are going to haver an intellectual binge.  We will do some great mergers, we will do some great couplings, we will do some great and fantastic and more so intellectual things that will bolster the foundation of the environment and it's variables. I was congratulated in the way I am handling this situation and the framework and the Network and the Global Structure and was commended for the steps I'm taking with regards to the Strategic Partnerships and the Statement of Intent bearing in mind how bad some were criticised for their handling of this process.  Intellect however doesn't seek to apportioned blame and I'm delighted for the intervention that was made at the time there were made in order to save the Intellectual Capacity of some of the Business Inheritance and Brand until the particulars get delivered and then I as the legal authority can deliver the requisite and correct Intellectual Integrity and the ingredients that will stand those Companies and Brands in good stead.  Great work Intellectual Investors and great work to my Personal Attorney and great work to my Eastern Caribbean Team, North American Team and those teams right here on the continent.  We are the authority on living your best life and intellect doesn't seek to humiliate.  We have a formidable Infrastructure and we have built a formidable Intellectual wall and in time as our further responsibility to the environment you will enjoy the fruits of.

The Private Hubs and the Statement of Intent dealt a double blow in a favourable way yesterday after it emerged that billions of capital investment is forecasted for them and they were commended on the work they are doing in order to get the particulars to myself.  Those investment are as a result of me and the Network and the Global Structure and this Global Economic Community of Sector and Industry Companies. The data seemed to corroborate earlier assessments from economists that foreign investors and the framework laid out by me. If we are forecasted for such large amounts of capital investment my concern is we haven’t yet seen the most recent numbers, which could be putting up in tipping territory and bear territory.  This is why it is important for this Network and this Global Structure to move ahead and deliver the particulars as these exciting economic news is causing us Intellectuals to grow impatient as we need to move forward with the manifesto, the planning, the perusal and approval because all approval need to come from me personally and I do not delegate. We are also getting great feedback from the team and all of the hubs and from those private work that I am paying for.  Great things are spoken of thee and great things are heard of thee.  You and I have an affair with destiny and affair with intellect and affair with economic and an affair to lead this generation on their journey to living your best life!  We are implementing the requisite safeguards to protect thee.

This is the worst possible way of doing things. Everyone ends up doing the right thing, but at the highest cost.” Local CEO comments come after my Influential Investor Council announced last week it would inject an extra set of capital but only until I have an opportunity to peruse the details and develop the manifesto and an opportunity to sit with my OLC and team.  We have big plans for certain areas and we have big plans for some big intellect and we have big plans for the environment.  We are going to enjoy our Intellectual selves and as a result you will be able to be in control of your destiny and further live your best life. Lets dream big, lets move forward with purpose and let's use Intellect as our guiding light because as a result of this one of regions became the latest developing Corporations to report good figures that will be communicated to me.  We are no longer in a paralysis mode, we are now receiving the requisite support in order to move this process forward and deliver for Intellect and deliver for Living your Best Life.    This Network and this Global Structure and Strategic Partners will continue to expand and together we will continue to achieve and succeed. We will win on manufacturing and we will win on jobs and we will win on well paid jobs and we will win for this Sector and we will win for this Industry and we will deliver for Intellect.

We chose pragmatism and Intellect over mediocrity and dysfunction, and as such it removes the gridlock and the duplicity within the ranks. This will allow this Network and this Global Structure to deliver for the Environment and deliver for shared prosperity and deliver for Education and Intellect which will enable the hard-working people in this Community who have placed their trust in intellect to have the future they so desire — a future which rekindles hope but translate into action and results for them and further restores growth. Today we stand in the midst of a global structure that has transformed and will continue to transform the way we live and the way we work. Creativity and prosperity travel wherever the brightest minds and most innovative economies can be found.  Over the coming weeks after the offices are delivered, we will begin to witness what will happen as we roll out the various Initiatives across the Globe.  In your lifetime you will witness the fruits of the Environment.  You must win, and we will win, we must win.  We will deliver on health, yes it will be a clean sweep, we will deliver for my Private Hub yes it’s a clean sweep, this generation will see Intellect at work, yes it’s going to once again be the reality when this person will say, great things are spoken of thee, and you can go to another region and yes great things are spoken of thee, the vaults of Innovation that will stand the test of time, will once again be open.  We will deliver on our Intellectual Tour and yes, we will deliver yes I dare say a clean sweep for the Private Sector and yes your young men will indeed see vision.  From see to shining sea freedom shall reign, freedom to life your best life, freedom to be in control of your destiny and yes freedom for prosperity.

Yes, I love you and yes I love you and yes I love you, and yes I want to know what real love is, not only for me, but for my children and their children and every person that sit within the walls of this network and Global Structure Children, a love that will stand the test of time.  Let me say, this family hears you, this family will deliver the requisite ingredients to the environment to allow you to experience what it is your dare dream to experience.  Yes, the vaults will be open, we went down to the dept of hell, and we recover you, and we will let you have a grip on your destiny.  You must live your best life, everyone must live their best life and it is precisely because of this that we must win, we’ve got to win.  We will win.

This Network and this Global Structure only do Legal Authority, we do not do bragging right which lives in mediocrity.  They falter and yes let me say emphatically failed.

The Symmetry of Intellect is determined by the perfectly proportioned principles, which eliminates irregular shaped facets, incorrect angles, off centre-tables and culets and wavy or non-parallel girdles and tables.  The quality of a well-polished Intellect streamlined also ensures it beauty.  This Network and the Global Structure and within this community we insist upon the finest polish, symmetry and precision of fundamentals.  We will deliver for Intellect.

Truth to tell, Tell it First and Tell it like it is.  I’m feeling bullish, I’m feeling on top of the world.  I’m feeling as though humanity has just been given a new lease of life.  We must win. I love you!

Yes Community, the particulars and the office and every piece of the Global Portfolio will be delivered.  Don’t get excited, we are on course for me to deliver my Fire and Brimstone Address. Stop jumping up and down, take a seat, we have work to do (laugh).  You and I have a mission with the Environment, we have a mission with shared prosperity, we have a mission with regulations and treaties and compliance and cross board compliance and a rendezvous, yes there it is, I said it, a rendezvous with Intellect.  We will win, we got to win, we must win.  We have a duty with Infrastructure.

Chairman and Managing Operational CEO (Global Legal Authority Quasi-Judicial)

(Finance, planning, industry and foreign trade portfolios) Private

Head of Human Resources Finance and People and Global Head of Corporate Responsibility