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brighttears · 1 year

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Adored

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: Joel has dedicated himself not to letting anyone in, but when he stumbles upon you right as he begins his trek to Wyoming, it’s a direct hit.

Warnings: violence

Word count: 3k

A/n: This is going to be part 1 of a continuing (slow burn) story!! Also: Tess is not present in this fic, maybe Ellie will come in later I’m not sure :/

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The last 20 years have encrusted Joel in a layer of aloof distaste to most things in general, cut only with a developed taste for violence. In the first few years of it all he kept count of how many Infected he’d killed versus… the people like him. He let it torture him for a good few years until he didn’t have room to hold count anymore, pushed out of his mind by survival techniques, how many bullets he had left, and where his brother was at.

By the time Tommy left him, that thick film of forced detachment had grown into its job armoring his heart. The slicing pain of his brother leaving caught him off guard, thinking he’d done a good job at shutting these things out. But the following days of ache exposed to him a new fear: it might never stop hurting. No matter what he did, he could not stop the pain– fuck a blade, a bullet, fuck being ripped apart by monsters, none of that compares to the way that loss burrows its way in; the only way past it has been to let the muscles of his heart grow around the barbs.

In his second attempt after Tommy left, Joel drew his defense out, setting up the barricades much farther away from his heart. The only way to avoid being stabbed is not letting them get close enough.

And over the next decade or so he continued to hone his skill, recoiling at any attempt of human connection.

Distance became part of his personality–one of three traits, the others being brutality and persistence. And that's how he likes it; it’s as comfortable a spot he’s found in the diabolic rot of the world that’s buried him alive.

Much to his dismay, it was proven to Joel again and again and again that nothing he does will be enough to safeguard his heart’s sanity.

Still, he’s kept up the act, hoping that one day–‘This time’,–the dam would hold.

He can’t keep all of himself behind bars, though–his desires, even the dregs of hopes and dreams from his past life, though admittedly dimmed, have stayed earnestly true.

In any case, what Joel wants more than anything–more than food, sleep, shelter–is to be loved.

No matter how much he tries to drown it out, he craves warmth, closeness, and–dare he even say the word–softness. And buried somewhere deep inside is a longing to be held.

But he knows, in fact, he’s hammered it into his brain, that all of that is impossible. Teasing the idea as being a tangible goal would be a cruel joke. Daydreaming, even in only the most private of seconds, is a luxury he just can’t afford.

Joel drags yearning as a ball and chain behind him.

The routine that the Boston QZ offered him has been a good tool to dull the pain though, because it consisted only of soul crushing activities such as burning bodies, shoveling shit, having nightmares, being on either side of an unfair bargain, violence, throwing back old, expensive pills with shitty, expensive liquor, and drowning in the adrenaline of a venture out into the open city every once in awhile, pursuing whatever came along with it without judgment. Along with all that, Joel assigned the purpose of his survival to finding Tommy. So, he kept himself pretty busy.

Never busy enough, though, because he still found himself in empty spots wherein his mind would wander, walking straight into fantasy’s trap and the tearing pain of their jaws snapping him back into reality. He has yet to find a way to break free from his (confidentially) soft core.

But, again, Joel is, if nothing else at all, persistent.

Having said all that, when do things ever go the way he wants them to?

You caught him completely by surprise, both literally and figuratively–your first interaction being locking eyes, followed by you ducking as he instinctively raises his rifle and shoots the Infected seconds away from taking you down. What fucking instincts are these, though? Joel has no connection to you whatsoever, yet he just saved your life with barely a beat of hesitation. In any other situation, you would have been nothing more than an extra few seconds of cover to help him to escape.

As soon as the body thuds on the ground you shoot back up, his and your eyes still wide in shock. In between the decision to bolt or thank him, you flinch, driven mostly by the confusion of why this stranger just saved your life. This moment of hesitation promptly bites you in the ass as you lose your footing and slip as soon as you move to flee.

“FUCK,” you land chest first having succeded only in rotating back to the way you came, and immediately scurry onto your back, only to drop the ball once again when the worn down soles of your shoes won’t grip the concrete floor when you try pushing yourself away, leaving you sliding like a clawed cat on hardwood floor with another “FUCK.”

As you struggle Joel lowers his gun and puts a hand up to try and signal that he means no harm (this motive, or lack thereof, again puzzling him just about as much as it does you).

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he reassures you with his southern drawl, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” Before he finishes that sentence you’ve pulled the pistol from your hip and aim it at his head, panting.

“Why did you just do that?” you ask sternly.

“Do what?”

“Do that, fucking–shoot that thing? Why didn’t you just let it kill me?”

“I–I—I honestly don’t know, okay? Just put the gun down.”

You stay stationary, glaring at him and breathing heavily through your nose.

“Hey, I just saved your fuckin’ life. Put… the gun… down.”

“I didn’t fucking ask you to do that.” You retort.

“I know you didn’t, but you’re still alive, right? A ‘thank you’ would be nice. Look, if I wanted to kill you you’d be dead by now. Now put the gun down.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to get that gun outta my goddamn face.”

You pause before telling him, “Put down the rifle.”

“Now why the fuck would I do that when you have a gun pointed at me?”

“Because I have a fucking gun pointed at you. Do it.”

Joel sighs through his nose, slowly lowering himself to place the rifle down then easing himself back to stand with his hands in the air.

“Ok, now can you please–”

“Kick it over.”

“Goddamnit.” Joel murmurs before he does what he’s told.

By the time he gets out “Now please–”, you’ve uncocked and lowered your gun, but keep it in your hands with your arms straight, ready to aim it right back at him if need be.

“What do you want?” You demand again.

“I don’t want anything, okay?”

“Then why did you do that?”

“Like I said, I don’t know. Honest.”

Your brows knit for a split second in confusion. “You ‘don’t know’?” You say almost mockingly.

“No, I don’t.” Joel is glaring right back at you now, not appreciating your tone.

Neither of you move for a good 30 seconds before Joel raises his eyebrows and shrugs his upraised hands, “Can I put my hands down or are you gonna shoot me?”

After a moment of consideration, you can’t see why that’s really necessary anymore, sigh and then nod lightly, tucking your gun back into the belt of your pants and getting to your feet.

“Okay, so now what?” Joel asks, but loses interest in the answer now that he’s getting a proper look at you instead of focusing only on whether or not you’re about to shoot him. He curses the butterfly in his chest (the lone survivor after all these years of smothering these kinds of feelings) as his eyes slowly drag over you before coming back to your gaze. Then he argues over whether or not he saw that flicker in your eye and if it means what he thinks it might or if he’s fooling himself or maybe his mind has just finally snapped and he’s going insane.

“Well, I’m going to go, and you’re not going to follow me.” you reply after a moment.

“Hey, wait,” Joel acts on a bewildering impulse calling out after you, but when you stop and turn back he can’t find anything to follow it up with, “um”ing to stall.

“Where'r you from?” What the fuck am I doing?

“Why do you care?”

“I’m from the uh, Boston QZ.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Probably ‘bout the same thing you’re tryna’ do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Survive.” That’s a corny ass fuckin’ answer.

“I mean that is the general idea. Why are you out here though? Too boring in the QZ?”

“No…I'm trying to find my brother.” Joel, shut the fuck up. Why don’t you tell her your goddamn social security number while you’re at it? Shit, no one gives a fuck about social security numbers anymore you moro–

“Who’s your brother?”

“His name is Tommy,” Joel closes his eyes in inner frustration. Why are you still talking? “He’s in Wyoming.”

“Older or younger?”

��Younger.”

“Why isn’t he with you?”

“Long story.”

“Give me the short version.”

“Well, we got separated.”

“No shit.”

Joel huffs.

“He was with me since the beginning, outbreak day, y'know? We found some people, it worked for awhile. Then we ran into some Fireflies and one of them convinced him to join em'. N' Ive gotta go get him."

“Your brother’s a firefly?”

“Well, last I heard, no, not anymore.”

“How do you know he’s not dead?”

“Because I talked to him.” Joel lies.

“How?”

“Radio back in the QZ.” “They let you use a radio?”

“No, but I know a guy.” Joel finds himself again and adds, “You ask a lotta goddamn questions.” Your answer surprises him–“Fine. Ask me something.”

“...Where are you from?”

“Narnia.” he breathes sharp out of his nose at your deadpan joke.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Surviving.” You remark, not as funny this time as Joel realizes your offer may have been empty. To make matters worse, he’s genuinely curious about you.

“Hey, I answered your questions.”

After looking at him for a few seconds, you cast your eyes to the ground, give him a small nod, and answer, “Honestly, I’m just wandering.”

“Just wanderin’?”

“Yup.”

Well, do you want to come with me? “Yer alone?”

“Why?”

“Jesus, I told you, I don’t want anything from you. I’m not tryna’ hurt you. I’m just askin’.”

"Well I know what you're really asking, and I can handle myself." You cross your arms and puff out your chest.

“Really? Cause last I saw I was the only thing stoppin’ you from gettin’ mauled by a mushroom.”

“Well–” The stranger before Joel pauses, blinks and bites her lip and drops her head, “thank you. For that,”

Joel swallows hard and is suddenly aware of his breathing. Is his heart beating faster than usual? Does his hair look alright? Shit. He feels like a middle schooler looking at the pertiest girl on the playground, which makes him feel like a fucking buffoon because he’s a fifty-something-year-old man staring at a stranger in an abandoned building with a fungus monster bleeding out behind her. It was as if he hadn’t seen a woman since before the world fell apart. Obviously, he’d seen plenty, but he’d never seen you. It’s not just looks, though; there’s something else. But what is it about you that has him so squirrely?

All Joel knows is he doesn’t want you to slip through his fingers. And yes, his heart is beating a little faster than usual (and it would have slowed by now if it was from having a gun pointed at him–that becomes less exciting after a couple decades).

“…but it was a one time thing. I’ve managed to get along fine without anyone’s help–” “So you are alone.”

“–Fuck.”

Joel stops a chuckle and catches you doing the same, a smile flashing across your face. That cockroach of a butterfly pipes back up and Joel tries to shut it up with a loud clearing of his throat. Then the line he’s been looking for pops into his head.

“Well, you could obviously use more cover, and I could too.” He can’t get himself to look at you, like saying he might be able to use a little help is telling you he wets the bed every night, “It could have been me just now, you know.” he clears his throat again, “So, if you want to…” Stay with me “just, you know, have some extra cover, for a few days…” I can protect you “you can, y’know, come with me if you want.” Please.

Please? The word sounds foreign even just in his head.

“Ok.” you suck in your bottom lip, looking him in the eyes while you consider the offer. You hate owing someone something and you fucking hate that you owe him now, and you tell yourself you’ll settle on sticking with this stupidly handsome, mysteriously captivating, puppy-dog eyed stranger who you swear is giving you a look that makes your heart skip a beat which is fucking stupid just until you’re out of debt. Plus, you only have one gun and see at least three on him. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Joel breathes, trying not to be distracted by the way you’re looking into his eyes, breaking the contact to cock his head to the right, towards the way out and onto the road.

Rich green ivy wraps around the trellis you walk under made from the network of iron rod bones from a large fallen chunk of building. All around you are the colossal ruins of the once immortal seeming city, blanketed in liberated nature which was a breathtaking sight years ago before it grew old and became equated with danger and death. Other than intermittent bird calls and your footsteps over glass it’s silent until you emerge out and onto the open highway.

You’re the first to speak, sounding a little embarrassed, “You know, I'm not usually that… ungraceful.”

Joel finds himself once again mystified by his reaction, which is to say something to try to make you feel better—“Well, better than I could ever do.” He cringes at himself.

It stays quiet awhile more until you ask, “So you know where you’re going right? I mean you know which direction to go in?”

“Yeah, I know where to go. I wanna try to find a workin’ car, though. Faster.” Yeah, of course a car’ll be fuckin’ faster. Joel isn’t used to being so insecure since he’s had no reason to want to impress anyone with his social skills in… quite some time, but now he can’t quit kicking himself inside of his head. He takes a deep breath to try to calm the inner critique nagging in his ear.

“You got gas?”

“...No. We’ll need that too.” Obviously, you fucking–Joel clears his throat loudly, twice.

“So, you got food?” he asks you.

“Yup.” you want to lie, but it wouldn’t make much sense seeing that you’re traveling together, so you admit, “Some… a little.” In full truth, you’ve got half a granola bar.

“Well once we get up to those cars we can see what we can find. What kinda weapons you got?”

You sniff and glance around, embarrassed and wanting to lie again. You don’t.

“Just the one uh, gun. I’ve got knives, though.”

“How many?”

“Two. Okay, I’m not making a very good case for myself but I am very self sustaining.”

“Sure you are.”

“Hey, fuck you man, you just met me.”

“Yeah, well you just met me and I saved your life and’ve got two guns on you.”

“Well, give me one then.”

He gives you a look that makes you chuckle, and his eyes linger on your smile.

After a couple hours of digging through a mile long mess of cars you eventually come across, you do in fact finally find one that works, then working together siphoning as much gas as you can from any cars with some drops still left in them. With the new extra room, you search through the mess gathering as many (non-expired, or at least not too long expired) items of food as you can, plus whatever else looks substantially useful, load up, and hit the road.

Joel glances at you rooting through the car, flipping down the visors, rummaging in the glove box, then getting up to lean around and stick your hands into the pockets on the back of the seats (and Joel tries his darndest to keep his eyes–mostly–on the road instead of full on swiveling his head to check out your ass).

“Oh, what a fucking find!” You exclaim and bounce back into your seat.

You ignore Joel when he tells you “Hey, put your seatbelt on.” and instead gleefully snap the cassette out of its case and into the player.

The song starts off slow and ambient and Joel doesn’t recognize it.

You read it on his face and gasp, “You don’t know this song?” He tries to respond but can’t find anything.

“Well, you are in for a treat.”

"Put your seatbelt on."

Guitar and vocals roll in.

I don’t have to sell my soul

He’s already in me

I don’t need to sell my soul

He’s already in me

I wanna be adored

You’re all smiles and it’s distracting, but Joel can’t really tell you that to make you stop, but he also can’t really stop being distracted. He grips the wheel.

I wanna be adored

The sun is setting and unfortunately for Joel, golden light casts onto your angelic face, your inviting neck, and down fantabulously past your collarbones.

You adore me

Joel curses himself for the way you drip over his mind, and how he’s letting it happen. Hasn’t he been over this before? Will he never learn his fucking lesson? There isn’t room in him, in this world, for this desire that baits him ruthlessly. If he succumbs, what will become of him? Of you?

If he submits, he’s sure it’ll be the death of you. It’ll be the death of him no doubt, but he can handle that. What he can’t fucking handle, no matter how any times he has, is losing someone else. He’s sure that if he loves you, you’ll die young.

I wanna

I wanna be adored

Joel has poisoned his brain with pessimism and self hatred. He claims the excuse that he can’t help it; of course he feels this way. It’s always been his fault, it is his fault, it will always be his fault.

I wanna

I wanna be adored

He barely knows you at all, just this morning he had no idea you existed. But god, what a meteor you are. And how much he wants to be loved by you.

I wanna

I gotta be adored

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phoward89 · 10 days

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Professor!Coriolanus x Innocent!Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Dark!Coryo, Obsessed!Coryo, Innocent!Reader, Sweet!Reader, Naive!Reader, manipulation, obsession, professor/student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, cussing, drugging, dacryphilia, smut, dub con, non con?

Based on a request a while back where your professor's obsessed with you and manipulates you to be with him.

Part 1

Coriolanus Snow flourished in his studies at the University: a double major in Political Science and Military Strategy. He also impressed Dr. Gaul while interning with her as a gamemaker. But, although his ideas were implemented and well liked by the mad scientist, Dr. Gaul didn't feel like Mr. Snow had the raw, insane, sadistic gumption that it took to be an official Gamemaker.

The mad scientist also didn't like Coriolanus’ presidential aspirations. Truthfully, she feared the young Snow because, in her opinion, he was too ambitious. Ambition is a very dangerous thing when given the absolute freedom to bloom into real, tangible, outcomes and goals. Dr. Gaul knew if Coriolanus became an Assistant Gamemaker that he'd stop at nothing to attain her job; use that position to further his goal of politics.

Coriolanus Snow dreamed of becoming the youngest President Panem has ever had. And Dr. Gaul knows that in order to do that, well, her little pupil has to win people over; kill a lot of them too in order to clear the way for his stepping stones to the Presidential Palace.

Coriolanus Snow as the president is the last thing Dr. Gaul wants on God's green earth. Her former student is very cunning, but uncontrollable. He likes to be in control; doesn't want to be told what to do. Has a godlike complex too. And the mad scientist can't have that because, in reality, the President of Panem is just a figurehead- a puppet that Dr. Gaul pulls all the strings of.

And after mentoring Mr. Snow for his 4 years of University, well, Dr. Gaul has come to the conclusion that he's a failed experiment. To a certain degree he passed some of her tests, but not the one where ambition and falling in line were concerned. Plus, the woman has a suspicion that Coriolanus poisoned Highbottom a few years back; no way in hell is she letting an arsenic happy little sociopath work close to her.

She's not crazy enough to trust Coriolanus Snow not to poison her. Give Dr. Gaul some credit, she didn't become the Head Gamemaker and the Head of the War Department for nothing. She's very bright, just a bit insane and morally evil.

But, since Dr. Gaul, his personal mentor during his entire University career, claimed that he just wasn't the best of the best or the brightest star out of the University students under her tutelage, Coriolanus wasn't offered any positions that could be of power or use to him in his dreams of politics. He was blackballed from the Citadel and from anything Gamemaker related, per Dr. Gaul's request.

But he was offered a position as a professor in the Political Science department of the Capitol's prestigious University. But the class he was assigned to teach just happened to be an elective class.

Political Policies In Utopia/Dystopia Pre-Panem Literature/Media

It was basically a class that broke down what was right and wrong with the politics of various pre-Panem books and movies that were usually apocalyptic or post-apocalyptic (sometimes even sci-fi in nature). Coriolanus felt that the class was idiotic, but he was stuck teaching it. Apparently the class was designed as something fun for the Political Science students, as something light amongst their heavy coursework. But still something that'd keep their minds on the strengths and weaknesses of politics; the importance of them.

The first couple of years teaching the course, Coriolanus would cringe at some of the books and movies he was forced to make the class read, watch, and disect. But as the years went on, well, he got immune to some of the source material he was teaching. Sad to say, but after a while the shocking things in his lessons didn't phase him.

So, as his old classmates and acquaintances made their mark in the world in either politics, banking, or business, Coriolanus was a University Professor. He was trapped in a mundane life, year and year.

And one day he woke up, a man nearing 28 and going nowhere. He was frustrated with his life: bitter over his dead dreams. But, when you walked into his class on the first day of the Fall semester looking like a fresh faced innocent school girl that had recently graduated from the Academy during early July, well, he knew that his luck had changed.

Yes, he might be stuck being a professor of a useless elective class forever, but at least now he had a sweet angel- you- to lust after and corrupt. And the darkness looming inside of Coriolanus’ soul demands that he corrupts you; takes you as his life partner to smother and never let you.

He swore to never fall in love again and he intended to keep that vow, but that didn't mean that he had to keep fucking useless, faceless, nameless whores. No. It was time for him to get a good girl and unfortunately for you, well, your youth and innocent aura attracted Professor Snow to you like a moth to a flame.

Except he's not the one that's getting burnt in this scenario, but you are.

You're one of the only girls enrolled in Professor Snow's class, but that's because it's a Political Science course. Actually, it's an elective class for Political Science majors of all year levels. But still…it's a political class.

Your parents weren't too thrilled when you enrolled at the University as a Political Science major. Your father, Colonel Javanis Halvir, felt that you should've joined the Nursing Core or should've settled on becoming a socialite and looking for a husband like other pretty Capitolite girls did.

But much to your father's disappointment you did neither and decided to study politics instead. You're older brother, Rein, who was an Officer in the Peacekeepers thought it was hilarious that you defied your father. He backed up your decision to major in Political Science. Your mother could care less; she even told your father to ignore your University major and course load; that you’d either get tired and quit because it was too hard or you’d find a future politician to marry.

So far neither of your mother's assumptions have come to pass. You're still enrolled in all of your classes and you're still single.

Your last class of the day was Professor Snow's and you found the class to be very interesting. Very intriguing in fact. Oh, how you found the class to be unlike any you've ever taken before.

Political Policies In Utopia/Dystopia Pre-Panem Literature/Media.

Oh, the class made you think about how things could be worse in different realities or universes. Yes, you're only on the first assigned book for the semester’s reading, but so far The Handmaid's Tale seems like hell on steroids. Fuck, that book makes you shudder and you're only halfway thru it. You honestly can't wait til it's over and Professor Snow lets you move onto the next one.

When you walk into the classroom, Professor Snow's sitting behind his mahogany desk. He's got reading glasses on and he's nose deep in a book. It's not one of the class assigned reads, so you quickly figured out that it's a personal book.

As you take your usual seat, you can't help but think that your professor (who’s a good decade older than you) looks handsome in reading glasses. That the dark frames make his icy blue eyes pop and contrasts against his slicked back platinum hair. Shaking your head to clear any and all wandering thoughts of Professor Snow, you open your bag and take out your supplies for the class.

Coriolanus discreetly looks over the top of his book to check you out. Oh fuck, how he thinks you look so goddamn perfect and sexy today in your sweater, blouse, skirt, stockings, kitten heels, and your pearls.

Fuck, a simple strand of pearls around the neck and simple pearl earrings in the ears always makes his cock twitch. Oh, how he wants to do some pearl play with the strand and your pussy.

Oh, yes, with how young you are and how innocently pretty you look, he's sure that your cunt's tighter then a Nun's chuff. Oh, how he'd love to take your strand of pearls and slide them up and down your wet slit; tease your clit with them until it's swollen and you're begging to cum. He wonders if you’d suck your juices clean from the pearls too.

But then Coriolanus remembers where the hell he's at, his classroom in the damn University, and suddenly he's thinking of his ex, Livia Cardew, to make his dick soft. Ugh, that shrew can kill a wet dream.

And when he sees all of his students are sitting in their respective seats, he eyes the clock on the wall to check the time. When he sees that it's about time to start class, he closes his book and places it on his desk before standing up and standing in front of the large blackboard. He writes on it in his impeccable handwriting.

The Handmaiden's Tale Chapters 26-28 Review

You listen as Professor Snow goes over the material you read over the last couple of days, literally giving a cut and dry summary that barely touched the topic of the latest chapters. But then, when he's done, he starts asking the class questions. Questions about the book that makes the class think and ponder.

“In chapter 28 Offred muses about the fall of the United States and the creation of Gilread. Now, we find out that women's rights are slowly striped and all bank accounts women have are given to the husband or male in the family, amongst some other revelations about the occupation Gilread slowly does to the government. Now, my question is, do you think the flashback Offered provided about the fall of the United States and the subtle, but sure, takeover of Gilread could happen today in Panem?”

A young man with beige hued hair raised his hand, only for Professor Snow to nod and acknowledge him with a simple, “Mr. Arnoult, you share your answer with the class.”

Eros Arnoult, in your opinion, was a pain in the ass; know it all. Or at least he thought he was a know it all. And he just had to answer Professor Snow's philosophical question with the idiotic and incorrect answer of, “What happened to the United States in the book would never happen here in Panem. Panem has Peacekeepers.”

And you knew Eros’ answer was wrong by how Professor Snow’s cerulean blue eyes narrowed and turning into a pair of cold icicles; how his lips frowned in a thin line.

Before thinking better of it, you turned around in your seat to look at Eros and told him, “You’re such an idiot, Eros. You're wrong, because what happened to the United States could happen to Panem.”

“Miss Y/N, please elaborate.” Professor Snow insisted with a spry smirk on his face.

You turn around to face your professor before telling him and the entire class, “What happened to the United States in the book A Handmaiden's Tale could happen to Panem if, gods forbid, the Districts rise up again like they did during the war; the Dark Days.”

“The Districts would never dream about rising up again. Not with the Hunger Games keeping them in line.” Eros told you before Professor Snow could even make a remark about your thoughts.

Turning around to face your classmate, again, you counter his remark with one of, “The Hunger Games can only do so much to keep them in line. People, if pushed too hard or if they feel too hopeless will try to rebel or will follow the pied piper into something worse than what they have and everyone else will be stunned when it happens because they never thought it could.”

Coriolanus was very impressed with your political insight. For being in your first semester of your first year at the University. At first your beauty and innocence caught his eye, but he has to admit that the more time you spend in his class the more he discovers he appreciates your wit as well.

So much so that he tells you, “Very good answer, Miss Y/N.”, before explaining in length what the United States did wrong in the book to fall and become Gilread and, of course, explaining how those lessons can be implemented and used in politics today.

One day after class you're walking with your neighbor in the courtyard whenever Professor Snow comes marching up to you, seething. You didn't understand what was wrong; why he seemed so upset.

“You need to leave my student alone.” Professor Snow ordered your neighbor, Odysseus, in a firm baritone while using his hand to separate you and your bronze haired neighbor.

“It's fine, Professor Snow. Really, he's my neighbor.” You assure your tall and imposing teacher as he places a protective arm around your shoulder; pulling you into his side while acting as a large buffer between you and Odysseus.

Odysseus’ lips curled up into a deriding smile that dug into his dimples cheeks. Cocking his head slightly at the pristine platinum haired professor, he remarked in a mawkish tone, “Yea, Professor Snow, I live across the hall from her so we'll be seeing plenty of each other.”

Keeping you under his protective wing, Coriolanus craned his neck forward as he towers over the peacock of a bronze haired boy, while coldly stating, “I know exactly what boys like you, Mr. Odair, want from girls like Miss Y/N and I’m not going to let you taint her reputation. Neighbor or not.” Waving him off with a dismissive flick of the wrist, the professor ordered your neighbor to, “Stay away from Miss Y/N or else you might find yourself on an academic probation.”

Odysseus shook his head in disgust and disbelief before stalking off. Honestly, he couldn't believe that you just let your cold, overbearing, astute professor take control over the situation that was your neighborly friendship and turn it into some knight in shining toilfoil coming to an unneeded rescue moment. The sea-green eyed man couldn't help, but have an uneasy feeling about Professor Snow swooping in on you under the guise as your protector.

You're a freshman at the University, you don't need some distinguished professor that's all washed up (everyone in Capitol City knows how Coriolanus Snow aimed high and fell short in his ambitions) ‘protecting’ you from a young man your age.

Coriolanus couldn't help, but to let a smug, triumphant smirk paint his lips as he watched Odysseus Odair slump his shoulder and scurry off in defeat. Yes, once again Snow lands on top.

And Snow’s going to be the only man landing on top of you too. That he'll make sure of.

Coriolanus’ face contorted from a smugly victorious to stricken with concern before he turns to you. His baritone is deep with care as he tells you, “Although Mr. Odair's your neighbor, you need to stay away from him, darling. He's a skirt chaser with a nasty reputation on campus; boys like that'll just use you and leave you.” Patting your cheek, he adds in, “I'd hate to see my best and brightest pupil get hurt.”

Unable to believe your ears, you ask in awe, “I’m your best pupil?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N, you truly are.” Professor Snow nods. Clutching the strap of his leather satchel, he informs you with a thin lipped smile, “In fact, I find your insight on the course material we're currently working on to be very refreshing and mentally stimulating.”

Did you just hear him right? He can't mean that, can he? “Really?” You blurt out in a surprised tone.

“Really.” Your platinum blonde professor nods. “Do you have a class I could escort you to before I leave, just to make sure you're safe from Mr. Odair's nefarious intentions?” He asks, sounding like a concerned angelic man with a heart of gold.

But little do you know that he's as angelic as Lucifer himself; his heart of gold is pitch black and full of selfish desires.

“Oh, I don't have any more classes. Yours was my last one.” You innocently inform Professor Snow, causing the cunning and calculating man to do a mental happy dance hidden behind a neutral mask.

Coriolanus knows that what he's going to do is unethical, but he doesn't care. As long as he gets what he wants, which is you in his bed, he'll break every rule. All of his other dreams are unobtainable, but not you.

No.

His dream of being with you is right in reach and he's going to snatch it up greedily in his large hands.

Coriolanus gives you a smile that's more manic then friendly, as he suggests, “Why don't you join me for a bite to eat? We can always discuss your thoughts on politics or anything related to my class, if you'd like.”

Professor Snow thinks you're his best student and wants to grab something to eat with you to discuss politics and his class with you. Oh wow! You can't believe it. You didn't think you were that great of a student, surely one of the boys must have a higher aptitude for politics. It is, after all, usually a man's world and subject.

“Okay.” You simply reply with a small, flattered smile.

“I know the perfect place.” Coriolanus told you, guiding you into the direction of the parking lot and in extension his black luxury sedan was parked. “I'm positive you'll enjoy the food there.” A slightly sinister smirk crossed over his face as he lightly remarked, “And the wine’s to die for.”

“I'm not old enough to drink wine, Professor Snow.” You remind your professor, who has to be close to thirty.

“Well, you just let me order for us and nobody’ll know how young you really are.” Professor Snow tells you, his tone sounding mirthful and secretive, as he sips his face a bit too close towards yours.

His disposition changes as he holds his head up high and points his car out on the approaching lot. “That's my car right over there, darling. Nice, isn't it?”

“Yes, it's very nice.” You agree with a nod. In fact, his car seems nicer than the one your family has. You even tell him that too, earning you a chuckle from him.

The place Professor Snow took you to was a quaint, but upscale restaurant close to the Corso. The food was very delicious and the wine, as he said, was to die for. True to his word, your professor ordered for both of you and nobody was none the wiser that perhaps you shouldn't be drinking the wine.

But right before desert was going to be served you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. And that's when Coriolanus decided to enact the most vital part of his plan. Something that you knew nothing about; would never believe if told either.

As you wash your hands in the powder room, you look in the mirror and wonder if it's odd that you feel a bit giddy from eating with Professor Snow. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't have a tiny crush on the handsome, distinguished man. Because, you really do have a teeny tiny crush on him. But a girl would have to be blonde not to simp over the man with the perfectly styled platinum curls, striking baby blue eyes, prominent nose with a set of perfect pearly whites.

Deciding that you needed to stop being silly, you splashes some water on your face and took a deep breath before exiting the ladies room.

“Our deserts just arrived, darling.” Professor Snow smiles,gesturing towards the rich dark chocolate cheesecakes set in front of your place settings.

“Oh, you didn't have to wait for me, Professor Snow.” You tell him, feeling a bit embarrassed that he's been sitting and looking at his cheesecake instead of eating because he was waiting on you.

“Nonsense, Y/N.” The platinum blonde picked up his fork. “My Grandma'am taught me that a gentleman always waits for a lady arrive to start a course.” Professor Snow scoops a piece of his cheesecake with his fork while you reach for your own fork. Bringing his bite of the chocolate desert to his lush lips, he smirks, “That includes desert.”

You're using your fork to dig into your own desert whenever your professor pulls the fork from his lips and tells you, “Please, call me Coriolanus.” Digging back into his cheesecake, he adds, “Or Coryo, if you'd like.”

In between eating your desert, you ask, “Is that allowed? I'm your student.”

“I can't see why we can't be friends outside of class. We're two adults that can manage a friendship, aren't we?”

“Yes, but you're like 30.”

Coriolanus narrowed his icy eyes; his mouth sourly puckered as he tarly told you, “Oh, darling, don't age me. I'm a Scorpio; I’m only turning 28 this All Hallows Eve.”

“Oh, you're the same age as my older brother.” You blurt out, causing Coriolanus to just let out a silent huff.

Honestly, he already knew that. He knows that your older brother's Rein Halvir. He remembers the idiot from their days in the Academy. And, frankly, he's glad he hasn't run into him since being back in the Capitol.

“Yes, I believe I attended the Academy with him.” Coriolanus said, pretending to take his brain for your sake. “Is he faring well?” He asked, his eyes lighting up with a slight sparkle as you reached for your win glass.

You think it's nice that Coriolanus asked about your brother. So, of course, you answer his inquiry with, “Rein’s an officer in the peacekeepers. He's stationed in District 12; has a girlfriend and two kids.”

“Capitolite or?...” The cerulean man asks, his deeply smooth tone falling of a cliff of a silent question. A question of District.

“Ashlie's from District 12- the Seam to be exact. Their kids were born on PK Base-D12 so they're registered as Capitol citizens.”

“Aha.” Coriolanus lifts his nose up, in both superiority and disgust.

Coriolanus once spent the summer of his 18th year of life in District 12 as a peacekeeper grunt while foolishly fancying himself in love with the songbird victor of the 10th Hunger Games. Unfortunately, it didn't end well. Sometimes he'd wonder if things could've been different, but then he remembers that him and the songbird were too different to ever work. And that if she truly loved him she wouldn't have betrayed him; try to poison him with a snake and leave him to die.

No, he's much better off without that Covey frontrunner whore in his life. Her love was toxic, made him feel like a fool. And if things had worked out with her then we would've never met you.

Coriolanus is without a doubt certain that you're the girl for him. Innocent, beautiful, young, and intelligent. Oh yes, he's surely met histch in you. And he's certain that you'll never betray his love.

No, not with how kind and gentle your smile is.

“My family's proud that my brother followed our father's military footsteps, but they're not too fond of his girlfriend or their kids.” Your father's still pissed that his grandchildren are half-District. “Believe it or not, I'm the family disappointment.” You admit to your professor, even tho a part of you knows you shouldn't, before taking a large sip of your wine.

Your admission took the platinum haired professor a back. He was quite befuddled by it. How could you, a smart and innocent angel of a girl be the family disappointment? It doesn't make any sense.

Scratching his chin in a pondering way, Coriolanus asked, “Why would you be a disappointment?” Resting his elbow on the table and curling his hand into a fist, which he rests his jaw against, he remarks in a stunned baritone, “You're my best student and I'm sure you're excelling in your other classes as well.”

Yes, Professor Snow just couldn't fathom why you're not good enough for your family. In his eyes, you're absolutely perfect. But yet again he does have an obsession with you that's just crossed over a dark line; maybe even a sick one too.

“I'm studying Political Science instead of enlisting in the Nursing Core or taking my place in society as a socialite.” You wanted to go back to eating your desert, but you were suddenly feeling a bit odd. You felt as you were getting a bit hazy. Maybe it was too hot in the restaurant? “My mother told my father to just let me study politics as a way to find myself an aspiring politician to marry.” You add, concluding your explanation of why you're a disappointment to the Halvir family name.

“I once had political aspirations, but alas it wasn't meant to be and I'm a political professor for the great University in all of Panem instead.” Coriolanus said with a bit of veiled excitement in his smooth timbre.

Oh, Coriolanus was internally giddy. His plan was perfect. Just a few more minutes and he'll have you right where he wants you.

“Are you alright, darling? You seem a bit flushed.” Coriolanus asked, fake concern in his baby blues, as he placed his fork down on his plate.

“I'm not sure, Coriolanus. I feel a bit hazy.” You honestly tell him. Oh no, are you tipsy? You can't be, it was only a glass of wine. “Maybe the wine was too strong?” You offer as you begin to feel as if the room's going to start spinning.

Coriolanus’ brows knit as he gives you a worried look. “I think we should get the check and leave, Y/N. You really don't look well and I'm a bit concerned.” Your professor suggests, making you believe that he truly was concerned about your well being.

“Okay.” You nod, feeling dizzy and drowsy.

You must've passed out because the last thing you remember is feeling dizzy and drowsy while getting ready to leave the restaurant and then the next moment you're waking up in a strange bed. You automatically start panicking as you sit up. But before you can scream or scramble off the bed, a voice next to you sounds out with, “Oh, you're awake. Are you feeling better now, darling?”, and kills your fight or flight reactions.

You're with Professor Snow- uh Coriolanus. And he's not in his three piece suit anymore, instead he's in lounge pants and a casual shirt. What the?...

You look over at him, only to discover that he's laying on the bed, legs crossed at the ankle with his back leaning against the headboard. A pair of black frame glasses are perched on the bridge of his prominent nose as he reads a book. A book that’s cover looks well worn and battered.

“What happened? Why am I in bed with you?” You ask, feeling a bit confused.

“You don't remember walking out of the restaurant and falling out in the parking lot near my car?” He asked, closing his book and setting it on his nightstand before taking off his reading glasses and placing them on top of the book.

‘No.” You shake your head. “I don't.”

“Well, my darling,” Coriolanus gave you a sympathetic, but pointed look with his icy eyes, “Since you blacked out before I could get your address I brought you to my Corso penthouse.” Placing a large hand on your knee, he gave you a closed lip smile. “I don't want to startle you, but I took the liberties of changing you into a shirt of mine, for comfort.” Raising his hand up, to stop you from even thinking about opening your mouth, he said in a gentlemanly tone, “Don't worry, I didn't cross any lines; your underwear is still on.”

You should be creeped out, but instead you find it endearing that he was worried about your comfort and changed you into one of his shirts while you were passed out. Oh, no. Now you feel so embarrassed and stupid blacking out after a glass of wine. What's wrong with you? The wine couldn't have been that strong, could it?

“Thank you.” You murmur, casting your eyes down to stare at the hand that's on your thigh- Coriolanus' large hand. “I guess the wine was too strong for me.”

“Yes, I suppose it was.” The platinum blonde man next to you nodded. “I was worried about you; kept vigil by your tipsy side.”

Pushing his hand off your thigh, you tell him, “Thank you, but I should probably dress and catch a cab home.”

“Darling, you don't have to leave. You can stay here til you regain your senses; you'll be safe with me.”

“I'm fine.” You assure him, tone a bit snappier than you meant for it to be, as you sat on the edge of the bed.

Knowing you’d be dizzy and at risk for another blackout, Coriolanus leaned over and took your arm in his hand; stopping you from getting up. When you turned around to look at him from over your shoulder, his icy eyes had a hint of something guileful in them.

“Don't go, darling. Please.”

“Profes- Coriolanus, I can't stay here. You're my professor; it'd look bad and you could get into trouble.”

“Why would I get into trouble? I'm just letting you rest after getting tipsy off of some very strong wine.” The imposing man, who's more dangerous than sinai poisoning, pointed out while quickly taking a seat right next to you. Taking his hand off of arm and placing it on your chin, tilting it in a way so you'd be able to look him in the eye, he huskily asks, “Or are you afraid to stay with me because you want to get fucked by your cold, stoic, and oh so serious Professor Snow?” His face inches closer to yours as he asks, “I know I'm quite a handsome man, Y/N. So, I must ask, do you get all hot and bothered for your teacher?”

“You shouldn't be asking me this.”

“No, I shouldn't.” Coriolanus agrees with you, his lips ghosting over yours.

Your brain's in a fog and you're beginning to feel a bit woozy again whenever Coriolanus’ lips press against yours in a kiss that's a bit hard and hungry. A kiss that makes you feel lightheaded. And when you attempt to pull away from him, to break off the kiss, he places his hands on your cheeks and pulls your face into his.

His hands, so large and strong, hold your face still as his lips press against yours over and over again with messy enthusiasm. You gasp for air, parting your lips slightly, but it's all Coriolanus needs to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips effortlessly into your mouth, exploring it, as feelings of both dizziness and pleasure wash over you.

Honestly, you don't know how to feel. Your brain's like scrambled eggs right now. You can barely think, can barely tell what's up and what's down right now.

All you know is that your head’s spinning and your body feels like it's on fire; that your professor’s making out with you on his bed as if you've been lovers for years instead of barely knowing each other then inside of his classroom.

“Coryo-” You say when he ends your kiss, allowing you both to catch your breath, but you don't say anything else since that feeling of falling into a dark abyss threatens to take over you once more.

Your eyes grow spotty causing you to blink them in an attempt at clearer vision. All the while, Coriolanus is tenderly stroking your cheeks with a strange look on his face. “I know you're a bit tipsy still and as the older one amongst us I should do the honorable thing and let you rest, but after that kiss we shared I'm afraid I can't be a gentleman with you anymore.”

Coriolanus knows that you're about to lose control of your senses, from the spiked wine you drank, but he needs to have you agree to what he wants to do. He has to get you to say ‘yes’ so that he can remind you later on when you're fully functional that you want him; that you agreed to spend the night with him in his bed- fucking.

Yes, he might be a manipulative bastard that's a tad bit possessive and obsessive, but he's not a monster. Coriolanus does want you to trust him, despite that trust coming from his own tongue weaving a silver tale for you to believe and feel comfortable with.

“You want me, don't you, darling?” Coriolanus asked, softly running his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks while cradling your face in his large hands. Gazing into your eyes with his icy orbs, he demanded, “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Your a bit light headed and Coriolanus' words float around your head. It's as if you're underwater and his voice is just a garbled echo. Your ears seem to be ringing and you feel dazed.

All you can manage to do is give Coriolanus a lost look. You're feeling a bit wonky, can barely even make out what he's saying.

Coriolanus’ chest heaves and he internally chastises himself for being a bit heavy handed with drugging your wine. Yes, he wanted you pliable and to his will, but he doesn't want you blacked out the entire time he has his way with you.

Deciding that he needs to do something to sober you up, Coriolanus slaps you across the face. “Snap out of it, Y/N!” He orders in a deep, loud shout.

That seemed to stir something inside of you. Yes, you still felt a bit hazy, but the slap across your face paired with Coriolanus' loud shout seemed to cause your focus to return to you for a moment.

“I'm sorry, did I space out?” You ask your professor, whose baby blues are burning like hot coals with desire.

“Yes, baby, you did.” Coryo told you, soothingly stroking the cheek that he had just slapped. “I asked if you wanted to be with me; wanted to fuck me, but you just stared at me with glazed over eyes.”

“Coryo…” You sigh, feeling an unbearable heat cross over your cheeks. “We shouldn't do anything.”

“You haven't done anything before, have you?” The platinum blonde professor asked knowingly while subtly guiding you to the middle of his king sized bed.

“No.” You shake your head. Wringing your hands in your (his) shirt, you avert eye contact with him and add in, “Not really.”

“You're very special to me, Y/N. I've never met anyone as beautiful, bright, and innocent as you.” Coriolanus reveals in an eloquent speech that has your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

Truthfully, your heart's probably beating fast due to the drugged wine in your system, but since you're unaware of your state you just assume it's a romantic effect from his words. His carefully woven words.

“There's nothing wrong with us taking pleasure from each other, my darling.” He tells you like the master manipulator he is. He's working his magic on you, making your resolve start to crumble under his smooth and amorous words. Pressing his forehead against yours, he promises, “I’ll stay with you and I'll protect you, baby. I won't hurt you like those pervy boys your age would.”

Coriolanus pulled his forehead away from yours, only to press a kiss to your lips. A kiss that was soft and sensual. A kiss that he meant to be persuasive.

Time was ticking and Coriolanus knew that you'd be going back into lala land soon. Either he got you to say yes or he'd just tell you that you said yes once you came to later. But either way he's fucking your tight cunt.

“You want me to fuck you, right, baby.” The platinum blonde with a regal air around him told you, not asked.

You felt yourself begin to grow hazier by the minute. Your limbs even feel a bit heavier. Your tongue began to feel dry and heavy in your mouth and all you could manage to do was nod your head.

You felt as if your head was plunged back underwater. You felt everything around you feel muddled, but you did see Coriolanus give you a Cheshire grin before eagerly shedding his shirt and kissing you. A kiss that you barely felt due to the feeling of falling into an abyss.

You blink your eyes and seem to come back to your senses once again as Coriolanus, your handsome professor, is naked above you, thrusting his cock in and out of your pussy.

You couldn't help, but wonder how drunk you got to agree to this. Yes, you find him attractive, but Professor Snow's your teacher at University. This violates so many cod of conduct ethics.

“Oh my God!” You blurt out, causing Coryo to smirk at you.

“My big cock feels good in your tight cunt, huh, baby?” Coriolanus asked as he snapped his hips in a certain way that had his cock pressing deep against that special spongy spot deep inside of you. “Fuck, your cunt feels so good. So fucking good ‘round by cock, darling.”

Your cunt’s dripping wet and every movement Coriolanus makes causes you to shudder. It does feel very good. Hell, it feels better then all of the times you've ever been fingered.

“It feels good, Coryo.” You admit in a wispy moan.

You try to move your arms, but they feel a bit heavy. As if they're asleep. Coriolanus notices you trying to move your arms and just takes his hands off of your wrists and laces his hands in yours, all while telling you the saccharine lie of, “You're still a bit drunk, baby. Just let me hold your hands while we fuck; you can hold my back or something later."

He brings his face close to yours. His breath fans against your lips as he tells you, “You’re my good babygirl with such a sweet, tight cunt.”

“Coryo…” You whined as you felt pleasure begin to wash over you.

“That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum right now like my good girl.” Coryo ordered in a husky tone as he pounded your pussy with such force that your body was moving up and down the bed.

His hard and fast thrusts had you cumming harder then you've ever cummed in your entire life. His name's spilling from your lips; your legs shake and spasm from your orgasm as you soak the sheets.

“Oh, I knew you were perfect.” Coryo groans at the sight of you squirting. Watching your juices gush out of you, only to roll down your crimson coated thighs has him in overdrive. His cock’s even harder and his balls are twitching; begging to empty their cum deep inside of your cunt.

Coriolanus wants to grab your legs and bend you like a pretzel so he can fuck you into his mattress, but he's afraid that you might try to lift your arms again. The less you move (without his help) the better. He can't have you realizing what he did to your wine, now can he? So, he settles for just using your laced hands to brace himself as he digs his knees into the mattress and fucks into your cunt as fast as he can.

Your limbs feel tingly as Coryo pistons into your cunt mercilessly. You feel a bit overwhelmed, perhaps even a bit oversensitive. “Coryo, it's too much.”

“You're getting oversensitive, baby. Just be a good girl and take what I give you for a few more minutes, yea?”

“Coryo, please.” Feeling a bit overwhelmed from everything, you cry. “Please.”

As sick and twisted as it sounds, seeing salty tears leak from your eyes and roll down your cheeks has Coryo shooting thick ropes of his hot cum deep into your puffy cunt while moaning out your name.

Coriolanus lets your hands go, only to slowly pull his cock out of your cunt. His icy eyes roll back into the back of his head at the sight of his white cum dripping out of your abused hole alone with a trickle of crimson- the proof that he took your virginity.

You're all his now...

He lays down next to you and pulls you into his side. “Don't worry, Y/N. You're my girl now and I'll take very good care of you.” He assures you while covering you both with his duvet.

“I'm your girl now?” You ask with an arched brow.

“We'll talk more about it in the morning when you're a bit more sober.” Coriolanus kisses you, making you think that when you were in the thick of your tipsiness you must've agreed to get involved with him.

Oh hell, how strong was that wine to make you so tipsy that you became Professor Snow’s girlfriend?

“Just rest, baby. You're safe here with me.” The platinum blonde, whose arms are protectively wrapped around you, coos in his deep baritone; lulling you back to dreamland.

A place that you've been in and out of all night.

And as you doze off Coriolanus looks at you with obsession shining in his cerulean eyes and a manic grin spread across his face. The darkness in his soul's quelled with the thought that you're his forever now.

Oh, yes. Now that he's got you in his penthouse he's never letting you go. But before he can truly begin to be the doting and devoted boyfriend to you, he needs to get rid of Festus Creed- the old Academy friend that gave him the drug he spiked your wine with. Well, Coriolanus supposes that if he poisons him at a teahouse and drinks the poison as well, but in a smaller dose, he'll be able to kill two birds with one stone.

He'll get rid of Festus before he can talk and he'll get you moving into his penthouse to take care of him after a near death experience.

Snow lands on top. And who knows, maybe one day with your father's backing Coriolanus might be able to wiggle his way into politics. And if not, well he has you.

And that's all that truly matters, isn't it? It should, considering what dark deeds he did to get you into his bed.

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greenware-mobile · 1 month

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The Birth of Communication: From Telegraph to Mobile Phone

Communication technology has been a fundamental aspect of human progress, beginning with the smoke signals of ancient civilizations and evolving through the ages to the electronic marvels of today. The story of mobile phones starts with their predecessors: the telegraph and the telephone. The invention of the telegraph in the early 19th century by Samuel Morse marked the first time humans could communicate over long distances in real time, albeit in Morse code. It revolutionized the way information was shared, paving the way for a more connected world.

The Telephone Changes Everything

Alexander Graham Bell's invention of the telephone in 1876 transformed Morse's dots and dashes into voice communication, making it possible for people to hear each other's voices across vast distances. The telephone rapidly became indispensable for business and personal use, setting the stage for innovation in electronic communication. By the mid-20th century, telephone lines crisscrossed the globe, but the dream of communication unbound by wires persisted.

The Wireless Revolution

The development of radio technology in the early 20th century introduced the concept of wireless communication, and it wasn't long before the idea of a wireless telephone became a tangible goal. The challenge was not just technical but also logistical, as the existing infrastructure was heavily wired. However, visionaries like Martin Cooper, who led Motorola's mobile phone projects, envisioned a world where people could carry their phones with them.

In 1973, Cooper made the first public call on a handheld mobile phone, a device that was as revolutionary as it was impractical by today's standards. Weighing almost 2.5 pounds and offering just 30 minutes of talk time followed by 10 hours of charging, it was a far cry from modern smartphones, but it was the start of the wireless communication era.

Cellular Technology: Connecting the Dots

The concept of the cellular network was crucial in making mobile phones viable. Bell Laboratories came up with the idea in the 1940s, but it wasn't until the 1980s that cellular technology began to be widely implemented. This technology divided geographic areas into "cells," each served by a tower capable of sending and receiving signals. As a user moved through different cells, the call was handed off from tower to tower, allowing seamless communication across large areas.

The introduction of the first commercially available mobile phones in the early 1980s marked the beginning of the mobile communication boom. Companies like Motorola, Nokia, and later, Ericsson dominated the early market, producing bulky but increasingly reliable phones. The design and functionality of these early mobile devices were primarily geared towards business professionals, with high costs making them inaccessible to the general public.

The Digital Transformation

The shift from analog to digital technology in the 1990s changed everything again. Digital mobile phones provided better sound quality, higher security, and the capacity to send and receive data along with voice. This era saw the introduction of 2G technology, which enabled services like SMS (text messaging) and eventually MMS (multimedia messaging), which became wildly popular. The late 1990s and early 2000s marked the beginning of the smartphone era, led by devices that offered more than just voice communication; they were equipped with email capabilities, rudimentary web browsing, and even specific applications.

Conclusion

From the telegraph to the mobile phone, each step in the evolution of communication technology has brought the world closer together, making it easier and faster to share information and connect with others. The journey of mobile phones from luxury items for the few to indispensable tools for the many is a testament to human ingenuity and the relentless pursuit of connectivity. As we stand today, mobile phones are not just communication devices but lifelines that play a pivotal role in every aspect of modern life.

In the next chapter, we will explore how the evolution of mobile phone design has reflected and influenced contemporary aesthetics and user experience, marking a shift from purely functional devices to objects of desire integrated into the fabric of daily life.

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Lesson 3

You are Going to Carry that Weight

I love to smoke, not because it affects me to a certain degree of pleasure nor to be perceived as a cool/bad person. I love to smoke for the ritual, especially when done right. Imagine, you're sitting alone or with your friends at night in the balcony of your house or apartment or hotel, you light up a cigarette and when finally you inhale please for the sake of all the the reason you smoke look at the flames that just burned brighter. For within a tiny second in the flame that had just burned brighter in my perspective is where the films of my time started to roll, which replays' my greatest achievements and my greatest regrets.

I remember the first time I became self-aware and how strange it felt to come into being, it is as if a haze was removed from the mind and a sense of focus emerged. With this newly found curiosity came the curse of existence which consist of the awareness of self and the awareness of time. With time all things grow which includes our wants, talents, skills and memories. But also with time something else grew which includes our scars, loss and regret.

Once we accept that life is painful, we can be free to live in reality. Most of us would rather work or drink or smoke ourselves to death than confront reality, for the very notion of reality sours our mood and poisons our intentions. Many of us are trying to end ourselves everyday, but slowly and without our awareness such as eating food that hurts our bodies, loving people incapable of loving us, ignoring our health and engaging in risky behaviors such as meaningless sex and/or indulging in drugs. It is a tragedy and a comedy to itself that most people don't see through it all (including myself when writing this), all of those killing behavior and/or actions is actually suppressing the lower state of consciousness thus granting us the illusion of joy and happiness. Those killing behavior and/or actions works in numbing out grief, sadness and fear.

The state of existence within reality is the truest ecstasy and joy, it is the burdens of the ego which shackled us into feeling and being less than we are. This is why true wise mystics and teachers are in perpetual state of joy and bliss, not because of some drug or some short form of gratification, but it is because they have truly uplifted their spirit and have transcended lower state of consciousness. Artificial highs will come at a cost, whether it be in the form of undeserved money, fame, knowledge and happiness, for with every swing of the pendulum and equal opposite must occur. It is when we follow the laws of nature, in the present moment that we allow for true happiness, reward and enlightenment to enter our lives.

There is no shortcut to self-mastery and realization, however even in mistakes and sin there is still light, for we can only go as high as we have been low. The alchemy of life is the sacrifice of one thing for another, it is a process of transmutation from one energy to another form of energy. Most people will trade time for money, as they have trade desire for purpose and as they have trade dreams for tangible goals. We may feel guilty in a world that requires us to take from other living things to save our own lives, but don't feel so bad about this. As the Good Lord has said (Genesis 3:19b):

Everything is exactly as it should be, but sometimes we cannot see the forest for the trees. The truth is most of us are tired and even more of us are tired of being tired. That is why many of us fall into self-defeating thoughts in which we think the effort that we have given is too great for the potential reward, others may try and do anything to be seen and to be famous at any cost to which I can't help but see this as an attempt to convince themselves that they exist or ever did to begin with (to which I myself fallen victim towards this behavior from time to time). Most of us had convinced ourselves that we need others to tell ourselves and to confirm our importance because we never took the time to find our value and truth within ourselves.

I wonder how many of us are seeking the journey and how many of us are waiting for the journey itself to find us. There have been many times in my life where it felt I was in a 'train station' in the middle of nowhere, watching a 'train' go by and for all the imaginative reason that you could think of I'd just be watching while knowing the choice was always there, but just couldn't seem to take it. When I would finally got on the 'train', I'd immediately got off for some reason and find myself alone again. Even if the 'train' was empty, I somehow knew it was heading somewhere, to someone. I think the hesitation to ride the train is partly because of the 'baggage' that we must take with us, for we are afraid that it is not worth the trip and that it is not worth the accumulation of effort to be given. But I can assure you that as the clock hand moves and the silence begins to scream, you will be left with more 'baggage' than you can carry, while you have the choice to leave that 'station' and/or to leave this existence entirely.

Most of the things that we had done has destroyed our means on having a better future and solidify a pointless existence. I cannot tell you anything that lies in your and most of our lives ahead, but I can assure you that what will most of us leave behind is nothing but pain for others. I once lost a friend due to despair, I remember the wails of his mother, I remember the lines of sad faces and confused expressions at his funeral. Nobody gained anything, nobody learned anything. All we got was more weight than we knew how to carry.

None of us are making out of this game alive and none of us will ever really know why we are here nor what this is all about. But I can tell you that even in my darkest moments, I knew it was going to be okay. Because every day behind the mask of normalcy, people are fighting demons. They may not talk about it and they may never hint at it, but every soul that I have met had stories to tell, stories of shattering pain and horrible mistakes. Yet, here they are before me, living, fighting and trying their best. That is the human spirit that I know and the human spirit is what makes us special. I might sound generalizing, but since we are all fighting the demons within ourselves and if they can do it, if I can do it, then so are you!!

A million things could be your undoing, a million things could have been your parents undoing, a million things could be their parents undoing and so on. Yet, they had you and here you are, an impossibility, an enigma and a miracle. With that being said, you cannot convince me that you do not matter. For only a fool couldn't see that we are all on the edge of something wonderful, we just haven't seen it yet. Don't wish for an easier life and strive for the strength to endure it. I know it might be hard and I know it is hard, but I know you can do it!!!

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Business Venture Research

Stepping into the Business Venture class was an electrifying experience. The air buzzed with excitement and the nervous energy of aspiring entrepreneurs, me included. Dr. Torres, with her enthusiasm and real-world expertise, became our guide on this exhilarating journey. My first and overall goal for this class was understanding the complexity of in-depth research within the desire market, in my case, small restaurant and cafes in Fort Lauderdale. This goal was met in various way, starting by using the tools learned throughout the class, nevertheless, it is important to narrow down to the right sources and come up with the right measures for each different business.

This was more than just a class; it was a transformation from dreams to tangible plans. The curriculum wasn't a static collection of theories, but a vibrant tapestry with case studies, valuable lectures and videos from industry veterans, and interactive discussions that felt like brainstorming sessions with other students. We weren't mere observers; we actively participated, pitching ideas, dissecting business models, and learning the intricate art of market research and financial forecasting.

My learning journey wasn't always about being perfectly in step, but the resources provided throughout the course were invaluable. I found the following particularly useful:

Business Research Methods by Naval Bajpa: This book offered a solid foundation in research methodology.

Learning to look up data on the Full Sail Library regarding business measure tools: This skill will be crucial in accurately measuring Maria's Cafeteria's success.

The SBS.gov website: This website provided valuable insights and data specifically related to small businesses and their competitive landscape.

The Idea Evaluation Panel video: The insights from the panelists were truly eye-opening and helped me refine my approach.

Thanks to this comprehensive learning experience, I feel confident in the building the process of structuring and managing Maria's Cafeteria. I will be able to meticulously research my local target audience, understanding their needs and wants. The assignments provided by Dr. Torres throughout the course have equipped me with the necessary skills to navigate market analysis and business organization from the ground up.

Beyond acquiring practical skills, the course fostered an invaluable sense of community. We were co-conspirators, sharing tips, supporting each other through challenges, and celebrating each other's successes. Dr. Torres actively fostered this network, encouraging collaboration and knowledge exchange.

The impact of this class extended far beyond textbook knowledge and business plans. It fundamentally shifted our perspective. We learned to think like entrepreneurs, to see opportunities where others might see problems. We built confidence in our abilities and resilience to face setbacks. We transitioned from students to potential change-makers, equipped with the tools and courage to navigate the dynamic world of business.

Looking back, the Business Venture class was far more than just a course; it was a transformative experience. It was an incubator for dreams, a training ground for future leaders, and a testament to the power of learning by doing.

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crackednailsandsplitends · 3 months

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The Significance of Restoring Rather Than Replacing My Broken Engagement Ring

An engagement ring is much more than just a piece of jewellery. It holds an entire world of emotions, memories, and dreams for the future within its small shape. The sentimental value that it carries is unique to each individual, making it truly special. When this ring was first placed on my finger, it became a symbol of our love, commitment, and the beautiful journey we were embarking on together.

As I glance at the ring on my finger, I am reminded of our shared love and dedication. It is not just a perfect ring but also a symbol of the perfect love we share. But as time passed by, life happened and the ring changed. The diamonds fell out, and scratches appeared, reminding me that perfection is not the ultimate goal in a lasting relationship. In fact, it is through these imperfections and challenges that our love and commitment only grow stronger.

The loss of two diamonds represents the hurdles we have overcome as a couple. There were times when we felt like we were falling apart, when our flaws seemed insurmountable. However, instead of letting these setbacks define us, we chose to embrace them and work through them together.

By restoring my ring, I am not just fixing its physical appearance; I am also symbolically restoring our love and commitment. It is a conscious decision to acknowledge both the good and not-so-good times in our marriage, knowing that they have all contributed to making us stronger. And just like my ring with its missing diamonds, our love has become even more beautiful because of the challenges we have faced head-on.

In a society where perfection is often seen as the ultimate goal in career, appearance or relationships - it's important to remember that real beauty lies in imperfection. Our vulnerabilities and difficult moments are what truly test and strengthen our bonds of love and connection.

As I look at my ring today, I see not just a piece of jewellery but a symbol of the journey my husband and I have taken together. It reminds me of the countless moments we've shared, both happy and sad, and the obstacles we've overcome. It represents the dedication and hard work that goes into building a lasting relationship.

In a world where material possessions are often equated with value, my ring stands as a reminder that true worth lies in the memories and emotions it holds. It is a tangible reminder of the love we have built and continue to nurture every day. So, I wear this imperfect ring with pride, knowing that it is a testament to the beauty of our marriage.

I am constantly reminded that true love is not about finding perfection but instead finding perfection in imperfection. And with my ring on my finger, I am reminded of the incredible journey my husband and I have embarked upon, and the true beauty that lies in an imperfect yet extraordinary love.

Imperfectly perfect - these two simple words serve as a reminder of the beauty in our marriage. They remind me that true love can be found in the imperfections, and that is something truly special and worth cherishing for a lifetime.

Imperfectly, perfect.

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techminddevelopers · 3 months

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Unleashing Innovation: The Tech Mind Developers Story

In today’s rapidly evolving technological landscape, the success of businesses hinges on their ability to adapt and leverage the power of digital solutions. Tech Mind Developers, a trailblazing IT solutions provider, has emerged as a catalyst for businesses seeking innovation and transformation. Let’s delve into the inspiring journey of Tech Mind Developers and how they have revolutionized the digital landscape.

Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling city, a group of visionary technologists came together with a shared dream: to redefine the boundaries of innovation and empower businesses with cutting-edge IT solutions. Thus, Tech Mind Developers was born.

The journey began with humble beginnings. The founders, driven by their passion for technology, set out to build a company that would bridge the gap between businesses and the digital realm. With a small team of talented individuals, they started their mission to unlock the true potential of technology for businesses of all sizes.

Tech Mind Developers quickly gained recognition for their unwavering commitment to excellence. Their core values of integrity, transparency, and customer-centricity became the bedrock of their success. As the company expanded, it attracted a diverse pool of experts, each contributing their unique skills and perspectives.

The team at Tech Mind Developers understood that the key to success lay in understanding the individual needs of each client. They embarked on a journey of collaboration, immersing themselves in the client’s vision, goals, and challenges. By developing a deep understanding of their client’s businesses, they were able to craft tailor-made solutions that drove tangible results.

Their expertise spanned a wide spectrum of services. From website design and development that captivated audiences, to software solutions that streamlined operations, Tech Mind Developers became a one-stop destination for businesses seeking digital transformation. Their mobile app development prowess empowered businesses to reach their customers on the go, while their e-commerce solutions opened up new avenues for growth and revenue generation.

What set Tech Mind Developers apart was their relentless pursuit of innovation. They embraced emerging technologies and stayed at the forefront of industry trends, ensuring their clients benefited from the latest advancements. From artificial intelligence to blockchain, they fearlessly explored new horizons, pushing the boundaries of what was possible.

But Tech Mind Developers’ success was not solely defined by their technical expertise. They cultivated a culture of collaboration and continuous learning. In an environment that fostered creativity and experimentation, their team thrived. They encouraged employees to think outside the box, rewarding initiative and welcoming diverse perspectives.

As the years passed, Tech Mind Developers grew in stature, earning the trust of clients across industries. Their success stories became a testament to their unwavering dedication and unwavering pursuit of excellence. They were not just a solutions provider; they were partners in their clients’ growth journeys.

The story of Tech Mind Developers continues to unfold, as they remain committed to transforming businesses through innovation. With each new project, they push boundaries, unlock possibilities, and deliver outcomes that exceed expectations.

In the realm of technology, where change is the only constant, Tech Mind Developers stands tall as a beacon of innovation. Through their expertise, passion, and relentless pursuit of excellence, they continue to shape the digital landscape and empower businesses to thrive in an ever-evolving world.

Tech Mind Developers’ story is one of passion, innovation, and transformative solutions. As they continue to write new chapters, their impact on businesses and the digital landscape is profound. In a world where technology reigns supreme, Tech Mind Developers is the guiding light that helps businesses navigate the path to success.

#techminddevelopers #softwaredevelopment #websitedesigning #mobileapps #customizedsolutions

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tentoumushii · 8 months

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"Savior, Winston, and the Symphony."

I couldn’t understand why she became this sad. I can only imagine that it was probably a disease, and this was the symptom. It suddenly happened during our imaginary tour of going somewhere as far as possible.

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Nostalgia, often a symptom of depression, had been a widespread ailment among the Crusader soldiers, pining for their distant homes. Of the eight Crusades, this phenomenon manifested right from the first. Soldiers began yearning for their pasts, succumbing to an unstoppable stream of recollections, eventually eroding their ambitions. Louis VII and Konrad III, influenced by Pope Eugene III, were forced to abbreviate the second Crusade from three years to a mere year due to this predicament.

"Fuck Google Earth" was our slogan in Junior High. We rebelled against the virtual world, threw our smartphones into a garbage bin, and embarked on a quest for an abandoned edifice. We discovered one surprisingly close, a fortress of forgotten dreams where we'd lay down, close our eyes, and inhale the fumes of Winston Tobacco. Same age, same star sign, uncannily similar features—our first encounter with tobacco even echoed the same brand. "The box design has changed a bit," she remarked. I suspect that was the moment her contamination began.

In the initial three days of our acquaintance, we immersed ourselves in each other, sharing stories, making love, finding arousal in our conversations, made love again and traversed through our pasts within that brief timespan. Upon realizing we'd exhausted our histories and should pivot towards the future, we were dumbfounded. We were stranded—no money, no jobs, only a surplus of unpleasant memories. The future seemed an unreachable goal. But with neither of us having ever traveled, we decided to at least journey to the farthest place imaginable in our minds. Part of this decision was inspired by her father's lies. He would regularly promise, "I'll take you traveling with me someday," only to vanish. He'd return unexpectedly and spin tales of unfulfilled journeys. Initially, she'd be furious, but his persuasive narrative would eventually make her believe she had indeed accompanied him. His tall tales anchored her existence.

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"Where do you think is the farthest place from here?" I asked.

"Egypt," she replied, "What about you?"

"Buenos Aires," I responded.

"That's close," she chuckled weakly, "Shall we go then?"

Our imaginary odyssey first led us to Spain, our neighbor, then onto Argentina. We reveled in our adventure, relishing the sense of triumph akin to the Crusader Soldiers. But in the midst of our exhilarating crusade, she held her chest, her eyes welling up.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know, I...I just feel so sad."

I tried to comfort her, my kisses tracing a path from her breasts to her collarbone and neck. My body also entwined with hers but her emotional fit persisted, her moans intensifying, bearing no resemblance to our intimate moments.

"I'm so sad, unbearably sad. I can't breathe. I don't understand why. Help me, please."

Her despair frightened me. I feared I might lose the only person I'd ever connected with so intimately. As her agony continued, she writhed in a dance reminiscent of Pina Bausch's choreography, as beautifully painful as Henri Matisse's art. Eventually, her immense sorrow invaded me. We seemed lost in this vast ocean of sadness, without any tangible form or identifiable origin. And just when I felt faint from the weight of our collective despair, a realization dawned on me. The three days we'd spent together was now part of our past. There was no past or future—only the present.

Regaining my senses, I gently hoisted her in my arms and stumbled out of the abandoned edifice. A busy national road stretched before us. Amid her ongoing struggle, a sorrowful melody wafted through the air. By the time we found ourselves in a bustling clothing store, the tune had become a soothing background score. The store's patrons, primarily elderly women, barely noticed us. But in that moment, we discovered the therapeutic power of music. Her body gradually relaxed, she dozed for a few seconds and woke up. "Oh my, I had a horrible dream." "Yes, yes, I know. You did." I replied. "But listen, listen to the music." "Yes, I hear it. It's like I'm hearing music for the first time." We exhaled together, held hands, and wandered through the store. The comforting symphony continued to play, unnoticed by the oblivious shoppers.

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bharulatakamble · 9 months

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Empowering Journeys: Bharulata Patel Kamble's Solo Drive for Change

In a world where the pursuit of dreams often requires courage, resilience, and unwavering determination, Bharulata Patel-Kamble stands out as an first women in the world to drive solo driving the longest distance inspiring embodiment of these qualities. An Indian-born trailblazer, Bharulata achieved a monumental feat that not only shattered stereotypes but also left an indelible mark on the world. Her solo journey behind the wheel, spanning 32,000 kilometers across 32 countries, not only showcased her driving prowess but also championed a vital cause—empowering girls through education and healthcare.

Bharulata's journey began long before she set foot on the accelerator. It was a dream she nurtured for years, fueled by a passion for driving that she discovered in 2000. However, life had its own plans. In 2007, a severe road accident left her with orthopedic injuries and post-traumatic stress disorder. Four and a half years of confinement indoors followed, during which Bharulata battled her fears and slowly rebuilt her confidence. Her determination led her to reclaim the driver's seat, even while pregnant, marking the first steps toward her audacious goal.

The journey was as much about self-discovery as it was about conquering geographical distances. The meticulous planning that spanned 18 months included addressing logistical challenges, acquiring necessary visas, and ensuring documentation was in order. Her journey, embarked upon without the security of a backup vehicle, symbolized the courage she embodied. The initial leg of the journey, a 2,792-kilometer drive completed in a remarkable 39 hours, garnered attention and admiration, both from media and Indian embassies.

However, Bharulata's journey wasn't solely about personal achievements.Bharulata is a first women in the world to drive solo driving the longest distance as well as staunch supporter of the "Save Girls, Educate Girls" movement, she ingeniously used her remarkable journey to amplify her message. As she traversed through 32 countries, she engaged with communities, spread awareness about the importance of girl child education, and raised funds for a healthcare facility back in her hometown of Navsari, Gujarat. Her grandfather's tragic demise due to inadequate medical care ignited a fire within her to make a difference.

The impact of Bharulata's journey was felt not only through the miles she covered but also through the lives she touched. Her commitment to her cause resonated with people across borders, reminding us that even in our individual pursuits, we can make a collective difference. The global reach of her journey was a testament to the universality of challenges faced by girls and women in accessing education and healthcare. It also underscored the importance of initiatives that address these disparities.

The accolades and recognition Bharulata received upon completing her journey were well-deserved. Her resilience and determination were celebrated by the British Parliament, where she was felicitated three times. She became the first Indian to be honored with a civic reception in London, and her achievements inspired a rally where 120 women, dressed in traditional sarees, drove 416 kilometers in a day to another town. Her proud moment of raising the Indian flag in the Arctic Circle symbolized not only a personal triumph but also a representation of the capabilities and aspirations of women globally.

As Bharulata arrived at her destination in Navsari, the culmination of her incredible journey marked just the beginning of a new chapter. With a heart full of purpose, she announced her intention to establish a modern hospital in her hometown, addressing the gaps in healthcare that she had witnessed firsthand. Her journey, which showcased her personal strength and global vision, had come full circle by contributing tangibly to her community.

Bharulata Patel-Kamble is a first women in the world to drive solo driving the longest distance who has story of testament to the transformative power of determination, passion, and social consciousness. Her solo drive through 32 countries serves as a beacon of inspiration for aspiring individuals, particularly women, who dare to dream beyond limitations. Her journey's impact is not measured solely in kilometers but in the lives she impacted, the awareness she raised, and the lasting change she initiated.

In a world where change often starts with a single step, Bharulata's journey teaches us that audacious dreams can be realized through relentless perseverance. She reminds us that the road to progress may be challenging, but each milestone reached has the potential to create a ripple effect of positive change. As her tire marks fade, her legacy continues to inspire, urging us all to be bold, to be the change, and to drive toward a better, more equitable world.

#http://bharulata.com/

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collagedormparty · 9 months

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The Rise of Asan N'Jie Wiki: A Personal Narrative of Success

Learn about Asan N'Jie's life, struggles, and triumphs. He is an inspirational character in the entertainment industry whose story is a monument to passion, resiliency, and commitment. We will share all Asan N'Jie Wiki updates here. Asan N'Jie may conjure up a variety of images when you hear his name, including that of a brilliant performer, a hard worker, or even a glimmer of hope for many aspiring musicians. Explore this fascinating person's life as we follow his rise from obscurity to the pinnacle of glory.

Asan N'Jie Wiki

Asan was raised in a small town and had many goals for the future. Like other kids, he had highs and lows, but what made him unique was his unwavering passion for the arts and literature. Asan was captivated by the charm of plays and films at a young age. The young Asan would often be seen sitting on the edge of his seat, utterly absorbed in the world on the screen, during the weekends at the neighbourhood theatre. After watching a movie or play, he would frequently act out scenes, mimicking characters with an amazing accuracy that was unusual for someone his age, according to his parents. His family's ancient brick house, which was surrounded by lush vegetation, served as a haven for his artistic endeavours. His garden was converted into his theatre, where neighbourhood pals performed self-written plays. Attendees of these modest performances were aware that Asan was headed for bigger things at the time. Even as a young boy, he attacked every part with a tangible fervour that gave away the potential star he would grow up to be.

Early Indices of a Rising Star

As the months and years passed, it became clear that Asan was not your typical neighbourhood youngster. His school performances attested to his natural aptitude and demonstrated his capacity to fascinate audiences, making him well-known in his community.

Asan's First Acting Role

Taking Baby Steps Towards Success Success seldom comes easily, and Asan's path was no exception. He diligently refined his technique, starting with little parts in local theatre. He learned something new from every position, no matter how large or little.

Identifying and Feeding the Passion

Every successful person has a mentor or a guide, and Asan's theatre instructor was the one who saw his acting talent and gave him the required advice.

The Occasions that Shaped His Career

Asan has a wide range of abilities, from playing complicated roles to giving forceful performances. He gave characters personality, making them enduring in viewers' hearts.

Challenges the Industry Faces

Every rose has its thorns. Asan encountered his share of difficulties, but his unyielding tenacity made sure he overcame them all stronger.

Effect on International Entertainment

Crossing Continental Boundaries The attractiveness of Asan extended beyond a specific geographical area. He became a global icon because of the audiences' receptivity to his magnetism.

A phenomenon is known as "Asan N'Jie"

Asan N'Jie's ascent was more than simply an actor becoming successful; it was also about how one person's path might inspire countless others.

Personal Challenges and Victories

For Asan, life wasn't always a bed of roses. He conquered his inner troubles and disappointments with resiliency and the help of his loved ones.

Private Life Away from the Screen

Outside all the flash and splendour, Asan is simply another person with ambitions, dreams, and anxieties.

A Lighthouse for Future Artists

Asan is an inspiration to many aspiring artists not just for his skill but also for his everlasting will and ethical work ethic.

Lessons for the Next Generation

His experience serves as proof that goals may be achieved with perseverance.

Future Plans and Initiatives

Asan N'Jie has several upcoming projects that his adoring followers are anxiously anticipating. Asan is branching out beyond acting and demonstrating his versatility in a variety of endeavours.

Impressive Meetings with Industry Legends

Asan has interacted fruitfully and grown over the years with several titans in the business. The legends that Asan admired and took inspiration from are what made him successful.

Asan's Charitable Projects

Beyond the arc lights, Asan has consistently taken the initiative to positively impact society.

Developing Young Talents

Asan has started scholarship programmes and training workshops for young artists to foster emerging talent.

Celebrating His Success

Asan holds dearly each honour and recognition that has been given in honour of his commitment to the arts.

Influence on Trends in Fashion and Lifestyle

Asan has become a trendsetter and an inspiration to fashion fans all around the globe because of his flawless sense of style.

Conclusion

It is amazing to see Asan N'Jie's transformation from a local kid to a worldwide celebrity. His tale reaffirms the conventional wisdom that anybody can succeed in life if they have enough drive, tenacity, and good fortune. His legacy already shines brightly, encouraging other people to pursue their aspirations even as we anxiously await more from this gifted artist. FAQs What role did Asan N'Jie get his big break? He played a troubled protagonist in the highly praised drama "Echoes of Passion," which was his breakthrough performance. Is Asan a volunteer for any organisations? Yes, he actively supports several worthwhile charities, particularly those that are concerned with child welfare and arts education. For what roles does Asan prepare? He adopts a method acting style, completely into the mind of the character. Who in the entertainment sector inspires Asan? Asan has always been inspired by the commitment and talent of performers like Denzel Washington and Meryl Streep. Are there any forthcoming initiatives for Asan? His latest project is a historical drama that will be released the following year. Has Asan pursued entertainment in any other fields except acting? In addition to performing, he has shown interest in directing and has previously taken charge of a short movie. Read the full article

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first post

I’ve decided to start blogging again, whilst journaling, to get my thoughts out in a digital media content. After going back to my old private posts from high school, I became somewhat sentimental of the ~vibes~ that are so different when life is documented with the media contents that resonate with that current self. And it makes sense - the digital world is so intertwined with my physical world, perhaps even more than physical is reality.

This sounds like an argument for meta, which isn’t the case. I still stand by wanting to be more present and play with the old, tangible world. A stickler for the old analog I suppose (ironic, considering this is my digital diary lol).

It’s been almost 10 years since my last “blogs,” and I’m not sure what I want this to be quite yet. I have a strong inkling that it’s going to be personal essays filled with topics that are compelling to me. I don’t want to keep forgetting.

I’m actually scared of my own mind... in a sense where I almost don’t trust myself, which is the worst thing for a self-sufficient human to feel. I know my capabilities, it’s just a matter of finding pride in that growth.

I don’t know, there’s been a lot that’s been on my mind recently. It’s 2023 and I’m about to turn 27 in a few months... which is not far off from my 30s. I should really get my finances, plans, goals in order. I should be on my spreadsheet bullshit considering I have a degree for it from one of the top universities in the world. I should have it somewhat together by now but to be honest I don’t and it feels like I’m so behind. I know it’s not necessarily true, there’s no “timeline for success” blah blah and I can always make the change blah blah yada yada I know I know.

Execution is just so difficult. I keep trying to gaslight myself by saying “it’s simple. It’s really simple..” and to be fair, it is! It’s just difficult for moi lmao I watched a video recently describing how action is put into motion by knowledge, but people with ADHD have it reversed.

We have the knowledge, but we can’t put it into motion... blah. Idk. I do, but it’s a struggle. Definitely a fight everyday. Too bad I can’t give up because I literally have no back up plan and am my parent’s hopes and dreams hahahaha

Regardless, I am thankful to be where I am from where I started. My finances may be a mess, my love life is watching Singles’ Inferno, my work is not a passion or career but I’m sure life will take me on it’s way eventually. I just need to work, get on my shit, and be ready for it.

And keep soul searching what matters to me.

Ah.

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almostnoisydonut · 1 year

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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼, 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓣𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀

Dear children and grandchildren,

Can you imagine that back when I was a young woman, many people failed to think that one day you too would like to live well on our planet? That we were destroying our own quality of life by poisoning our soil, the air, the rivers, and threatening the complete eradication of countless plants and animals? That we produced things only to throw them away or even burn them? That we spent most of our lifetimes doing activities that made us unhappy? This world was absurd. It made us humans and our planet sick.

A virus, of all things, put an end to this madness. It interrupted our noisy, hectic, self-centred lives.

Within a few weeks our lives changed dramatically. We were barely allowed to leave our homes. Every day the number of casualties shot up; I feared for the lives of my grandparents, for the health of my friends. Income for survival was falling away; many of us were without a job. “The Future” became a great unknown that frightened us.

And yet we found ourselves in a comparatively privileged situation.

It was the first serious crisis that I had experienced so tangibly. But instead of remaining in a state of shock, many of us felt that it was the long-awaited opportunity for a new beginning. It was as if someone had pressed the stop button of our world. When I looked out of my window, I no longer saw cars, but children playing. Instead of exhaust fumes I breathed fresh, clear spring air. In this time of silence not only the air became clearer, but also our thoughts. “What was really important in life?”

Simply pressing “play again” was no longer an option. As we said then, no more “business as usual”. We began a new chapter in our history. And we saw how the impossible was made possible.

The long-desired turnaround had come. With the energy of the many people who yearned for a positive and safe future, we were able to prove that a future free of crisis is a sustainable future by itself.

Governments wanted to get the collapsing economy up and running quickly with economic stimulus programmes. But this was the long-awaited chance to tie those billions of Euros and Dollars to future-oriented (i.e. sustainable) criteria and thereby assist companies in the transformation. Traditional paths and dependencies that had been damaging to society at large could thus be left behind more quickly – because sustainable investment proved to be a crisis-proof and future-proof investment.

Finally, my beloved, I pray that a man’s dream from 1963 has become a reality in your time. The dream that you will live in a nation where you are not judged by the color of your skin but by the content of your character. I know that unconscious biases are stereotypes that individuals form about other people outside of their own conscious awareness. I know that there is systemic racism within our educational systems, housing markets and employment opportunities. I know dreams promised are sometimes deferred. And yet, I stand resilient and strong so not to give up because it’s not about me, but you. I will work to cultivate a legacy for you where division is bridged by inclusion, safe spaces and belonging.

There were many before me that paved the way to make the world better. Now it’s my turn to make the world richer, better, safer and more fulfilling for you. I am excited about leaving you a legacy of resources to help you maneuver through this world.

You may encounter times when you want to give up or days when things don’t go your way, but remember and speak this mantra my mother told me, “keep living.” Despite disappointments, distractions and discouragements, keep living! If you haven’t reached a goal, keep living – you will! Failed today? Keep living – tomorrow you will succeed! You were born to be great. Keep living until those around you know the same!

Ancestrally yours…

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with conversation about it picking up with eryn’s current lore canonizing his half of the conversation I want to throw my hat in the ring in regards to tommy saying that he had a purpose in exile (as opposed to now).

obviously it was directly stated that that wasn’t intended to be canon at the time, but it wouldn’t be the first or last time that something said Not with regards to lore Became lore anyways (either because other cc’s ran with it like eryn is doing, the fans ran with it and made it appealing, or the cc’s themselves realized the potential in it on their own). the question remains whether or not it Should become lore. meaning whether it lines up with something that tommy Would say at this point and what it tells us about his character.

in my opinion, in our quest for angst (and in defense against the dream apologia always nipping at tommy’s heels) we’ve Misread what this line tells us.

in (relatively) recent lore we’ve had tommy expressing regret about his falling out with technoblade, we’ve had tommy on amicable terms with sam despite not working out the falling out between them, we’ve had tommy choosing to stick with and work with wilbur, trying to reach out to work with tubbo and ranboo, and feeling Left Out when he saw the burger van. now, what do all of these things have in common?

when tommy teamed up with technoblade the first thing that he did was give tommy Something To Do. he created a list of tangible goals that he and tommy needed to complete and they worked on them together. it ultimately wasn’t healthy because of the Deception involved and because techno was trying to acclimate him to expressing his feelings through violence and the want for revenge, but the actual act of having something obtainable to work towards gave tommy a sense of stability that he very desperately needed.

and then we have the healthier counterpart to that in sam, sam nook, and the construction of the hotel. once again, sam gave him something Tangible to work towards, this time with no ulterior motives. tommy got a set of Achievable Tasks whenever he wanted them and got to watch as that Directly Translated into progress towards something he wanted. it was a month long grounding and healing arc where he got to get his feet under him and Create something that had both personal value and a functional use. it made him feel like he was Accomplishing something, he overtly wanted people to be Proud of him.

do I even have to mention l’manberg and what it meant to tommy? how it was a sense of community and Purpose that drove tommy to be better and happier? how he felt closer to the people Around him because they were Creating together and Acting together, because they were a Community and because they were Family.

building something with wilbur or with big q could Genuinely be healthy for tommy if he was allowed to Choose it on his own, if he was allowed to want it naturally rather than being dragged along by a leash and fought over like an Asset rather than a Person. that’s why he still wants to make it work, that’s why he still wants wilbur to be proud of him, that’s why he was Hurt when wilbur seemingly moved on while he wasn’t looking. and that’s why he feels Lost now with nothing and nobody to cling onto or work towards. he’s just Waiting for something to happen.

even with the cleanup stream, out of universe that was cc!tommy trying to show other creators that they don’t have to be afraid of building on the server, but think about how that translates to c!tommy. the fact that he’s trying to Spark creation around him and is reaching out to people to do it even when he Wasn’t on good terms with them. having a sense of purpose and drive is Above acknowledging his own hurt.

and now lets work our way back to the start. what could tommy see in exile that he feels like he’s missing now?

every day dream would show up, and every day he’d ask tommy what their plan for the day was and he’d be expecting an answer. every day tommy would mine because every day dream would show up expecting to have something ready for him to blow up.

it wasn’t real stability, because dream didn’t Want him to be stable. he made tommy do these things because he wanted them to be Futile. he didn’t want him to make Real progress. tommy had to watch his things be destroyed in front of him every day, he wasn’t allowed to do anything unless dream gave him permission, he wasn’t allowed to find stability in resources (in having tools, in creating a farm, in having stable living conditions), and dream was constantly creating rules for tommy to break unknowingly and be set back for it.

dream let tommy build the beach party with his own two hands just so that he could ruin it behind tommy’s back, he let tommy think that everything he did to create it (and in the grander scheme of things, everything he’d ever done to hold people close to him) had been for nothing. and again, after months of scrapping together Anything livable in logstedshire dream tore it all down over a rule that we Never see dream tell tommy about.

but he’s always there afterwards to give tommy direction when he’s lost and confused and hurting. he’s there to ask what their plan is for the day, he’s there to tell tommy that he has to build everything again from scratch, he’s there to tell tommy that He’s his friend and they can have fun together even if no one else wants to be there for him.

it’s not real stability, but it’s the Illusion of stability carefully crafted by someone who wanted to hurt him.

more than that, on some level tommy understood that. on some level tommy knew he needed to find a way to pull away from dream, to defeat him, to save himself. and even That was a stable goal that he doesn’t have now, even if it was just as unreachable as general stability was in exile. it was the carrot on a string that he doesn’t have right now.

tommy isn’t saying that he Liked exile, he isn’t saying that it was good for him, and he isn’t saying that it was secretly better than everyone has been making it out to be all this time. what tommy is saying is that he feels lost and he wants someone to guide him again, but he doesn’t know how to articulate that anymore. he needs a tangible goal, a sense of purpose, given to him in a Healthy Way from someone without an ulterior motive who won’t hurt him. and I don’t know where he’s going to find that right now, and neither does he.

and in the lack of something to grab onto after so long of trying to be better it makes sense that the part of himself that’s still hurting and trying grapple with his trauma, the same part of him that was conditioned to think of dream as safety and stability and friendship, misses when things were Easy. because when he wasn’t Allowed to have a choice he was at least able to have direction.

this doesn’t mean that wants to go back or that he feels this way all the time, it’s a symptom of exactly what we’ve seen from his character since wilbur’s revival.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #eryn #technoblade #awesamdude #wilbur soot #exile arc #meta #long post

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What's the most common misconception you hear about c!tommy?

Hey! Really interesting question, cheers. I’d say that there’s quite a few misconceptions floating around: that he never apologises, that he hasn’t developed, that his exile was his fault, that he’s the main source of conflict on the server, that all he does is steal, and plenty of other stuff.

But the one I probably hear most is how Tommy supposedly values music discs over people.

This one is such a mess of misconceptions. I’ve even heard it said that Doomsday happened because Tommy cared about his discs too much and he was wrong because you shouldn’t value items over human lives. I hate this one because it misunderstands Tommy enough so you can dismiss him because its such a weak position.

Anyway, I understand why its so messy. Tommy throughout season 2 is frequently in a state of uncertainty and is being driven by emotions and isn’t thinking clearly after so much suffering. He says a lot of stuff he doesn’t mean and is very suggestible. Most of his talking about the discs is done when he’s lonely and thinks his friends don’t care for him anymore, that they’re better off without him.

Now, let’s be clear: music discs are something Tommy’s character loves. His happiness every time he listens to one feels very genuine. He’s had so many emotional moments listening to his discs with others and even considers his bench his happy space. He likes them and invites others to listen with him. These items hold no intrinsic value, they’re of no worth to anyone else besides how much they mean to Tommy. The only reason to take them is to try to control him specifically. That’s the original reason Dream took them in the original disc war - to punish Tommy after he caused some trouble.

And the original disc war was fun for Tommy. He found the battle to be exciting and enjoyed trying to outplay Dream with his best friend Tubbo and anyone he could get on his side. It was like a fun game to him. One that, while chaotic, no one really got hurt from at all - the only one who really suffered was Tommy himself, who put stuff on the line for it and had his whole base dug up. (And Tubbo who got dragged in and lost items, but he was initially a very willing partner who found the conflict fun too.)

And then we have Dream, who traded away L’Manburg’s independence for Tommy’s discs, an interesting decision which meant only Tommy really paid the price that day. Everyone remarked on how unusually selfless it was of Tommy. That day was a victory for everyone else, but bittersweet for him. Wilbur consoled him, saying they could get them back and then they’d have even more history and sentimental value attached to them, having been what paid for L’Manburg’s freedom. Tommy was encouraged and so the game continued.

Dream over this time became not just Tommy’s enemy, but his friend. They had fights and conflicts but it was more like a fun game. As they also did stuff like make a church together. Eventually Tommy managed to steal Mellohi back from Dream while Skeppy acquired Cat. At the elections, Tommy gives Mellohi to Wilbur who gives it back again when they’re banished. Months pass and they finally win back L’Manberg and its a wonderful day (until it goes wrong) but Tommy’s not done with his disc war.

This disc war was always a personal thing for Tommy, he’s never wanted others to be dragged in and hurt by it. He kind of takes Tubbo for granted, but Tubbo’s also always been his partner in crime and Tommy enjoys having a war he can fight alongside his best friend - he and Tubbo against Dream. Dream at this point is still seen as a friendly enemy, in spite of choosing Schlatt and helping Wilbur blow up L’Manberg. Anyway, he rejects Presidency, giving it to Wilbur because he trusts him and also wants to focus on his personal battles after so long ignoring it. He doesn’t want others to be dragged in or for his interests to be divided. He’s leaving L’Manburg in safe hands he can trust. That’s season 1 of the SMP, but season 2 is where things get messier.

After the war, Tommy hears that Tubbo had been suspicious that Tommy might’ve been the traitor. In order to show that he trusts him, Tommy gives Tubbo Mellohi. It’s not just a disc now, its a sign of trust, a sign of their bond - at least in Tommy’s eyes.

Then Dream builds obsidian walls around L’Manburg and we first see Tommy showing that bit of selfishness. He states that he’d wanted to step away, that L’Manburg wasn’t his priority anymore. That he’d left it in safe hands so he could focus on the discs. But it doesn’t matter what Tommy intended. Dream is targeting him and is dragging the rest of L’Manburg into it by threatening to seal them in obsidian forever if they don’t comply. Tommy and Tubbo do have a disagreement here, but its not actually so much about the discs.

-Tommy believes that fighting Dream is the superior option, if they ask for help from others in the server - because what he’s doing isn’t right - then they could defeat him, show him that he couldn’t just push them around.

-Tubbo feels like that would get them killed and he doesn’t want to risk their lives. It would be better to appease Dream for now and secretly plot how to take him down later but Tommy’s being too hotheaded.

Tommy brings up the disc to state how he trusts Tubbo and would consider being exiled a betrayal but Tubbo reminds him that they’re just discs and there’s more on the line and Tommy needs to be more cooperative. Anyway, Tommy’s hurt by Tubbo exiling him and think its a sign that he doesn’t care about him anymore. Tubbo meanwhile found it difficult to do but felt like there was no other option but did still care about Tommy. Tubbo would later come to regret doing it while Tommy would later say that it was the right choice when they finally actually talk.

The discs here are kind of a symbol but Tommy doesn’t really value them over others, he’s being a little selfish for sure but that is mostly a result of being treated unfairly by Dream and feeling attacked and ganged up on by his friends, not seeing how they were trying to help him. Dream’s the one to blame here. At worst, Tommy’s being irresponsible in thinking he can just step away from L’Manburg - he didn’t value the discs over it, he just wanted to fight a personal battle without L’Manburg being involved for once. But too many things do matter to him and Dream realised he could attack Tommy through his friends. Its also why Tommy says he didn’t want Tubbo to be President, because he wanted him to be free to help him in his personal war too. There were some issues in their friendship that for sure got exploited and blown out of proportion.

So post-exile. Tommy is rather confused. He’s decided he doesn’t want to die and that Dream wasn’t really his friend, but he still feels abandoned by all his other friends. He still believes they didn’t really care about him after his failed beach party and everything else. And his feelings on Dream are mixed because he knows logically he should hate him but emotionally he still feels like he’s his friend.

Tommy at this point, begins clinging to the discs as some sort of tangible goal while feeling so lonely and abandoned. He has no real sense of agency and really wants Technoblade to give him guidance. Technoblade however wants to destroy L’Manburg and reaffirms his thoughts that Tubbo doesnt really care about him. Tommy is still...kinda(?) clear that he doesn’t want L’Manburg to be destroyed but is willing to compromise on minor terrorism. His remaining belief in L’Manburg is being eroded. You can see in his trips into L’Manburg he is rather unaware of the extent of his actions. He’s suffered and now feels right in lashing out. It seems to be the start of a villain arc even. Right at this point, the discs make more sense than people so they are his goal. And yet even in the midst of his uncertainty, he says the one Tubbo has is safe, he wants to get the one Dream has.

The discs are Tommy’s way of saying he wants to fight Dream. It’s not really about the discs anymore, Dream went way too far with the exile and now Tommy wants to stop him and find it easiest to frame it as going after his music disc.

Then the festival. Tommy finally confronts Tubbo and sees him about to give his disc to Dream. It’s his worst fears confirmed, that Tubbo doesn’t really care about him and that he’s on Dream’s side. They fight and Tommy finally says the line ‘the discs were worth more than you ever were!’

And he regrets it immediately. The statement rang false. They were just discs and Tubbo was his best friend. He immediately tells Tubbo to give up the disc and changes sides then and there. The discs were not more important than people. He was being selfish. And he also remembered how much he cared about L’Manburg and didn’t want it to be blown up no matter what he’d agreed to the day before. He wants to fight for it, choosing his friends once and for all.

In his argument with Techno on Doomsday, he does bring up his discs and words it kind of awkwardly. He tries to explain that ‘nothing had been taken from you, while the discs were stolen from me’ Tommy believes that Techno is destroying something people loved when he could’ve just walked away, he wasn’t fighting for something he loved like Tommy in his wars. That’s what he’s trying to get at, not that music discs are more important than people. Tommy doesn’t actually believe that and prefers wars that don’t hurt others, as the disc wars was once supposed to be before Dream brought in everyone else. Even saying that, Tommy admits he’d messed up so many times in chasing the discs. That he was wrong.

Tommy talks about going after the discs again but at this point it really means taking down Dream. Dream had expressed that he would not stop, he enjoyed their ‘game’ too much. Tommy has nothing left to lose as far as he’s concerned and needs to take down Dream for everything he’d done.

During the disc saga finale, again Tommy always chooses Tubbo first. There’s this one moment where he has Mellohi and could run away forever but he stops and gives it up along with all their items before their taken to the vault and almost forced to watch Tubbo die while he gets thrown in prison forever. But he chooses Tubbo. He always does.

Okay, summary over. I hope that better explains why I dislike the misconception that Tommy chooses his discs over people. He doesn’t really. It’s used to discredit him way too much, I feel. It’s only at his lowest, after being tormented in exile that he even gets close to that position and that’s when he’s on the bring of choosing a dark path and becoming what he hates. At the festival, he rejects that path.

Now that he has his discs, he hasn’t started trouble with them once. They’re safe and he can bring them out to listen to when he’s feeling low, not hurting anyone. They’re just something he loves and its okay to have attachments.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #meta #analysis #replies #aah sorry for the long post #i got carried away #ilike to correct misconceptions #dreamsmp #yeah this is all pretty much tommy's perspective so yeah it is biased #exile arc #but thanks for the ask

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