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Here to Misbehave (Finale | S.R.)

Summary: It’s Halloween, and there are a lot of things on Spencer’s mind.

A/N: Here it is, everyone: the end of the story. Thank you so much to everyone who’s read this far. I greatly appreciate all of you, and I hope you enjoy it! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Penetrative sex, light D/s, mostly fluff! Word Count: 7.5k

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Autumn has widely been considered the season of change. It is an understandable characterization; from the shifting hues of the leaves to the wildly fluctuating temperatures, few things stayed consistent in the fall. Perhaps that’s why someone who loathes change, someone like me, finds the season so thrilling.

It’s like the Earth and the Sun made a pact to make changes more predictable in their own unique, chaotic way. The breeze becomes biting and the days become shorter, but for these downfalls, we are granted a beauty and calmness that can’t be rivaled by any other season.

But she wasn’t a season, and when it came to my attention and appreciation, there were few choices that were easier to make.

“Spencer. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

(Y/n)’s face was half covered by the cup she held tightly with both hands, but I could picture the hidden expression perfectly, regardless.

“What? We don’t have to agree on everything.”

The truce was received poorly, her response a heavy scoff and a shake of her head. I tried to follow along with her suddenly heated words but couldn’t contain the stars in my eyes that often accompanied my daydreams. If she did notice, she stubbornly ignored the adoration to continue, “I understand you’re a genius or whatever, but I think your opinions on cider and cocoa are... wrong. They are wrong.”

It was my turn to feign displeasure (I hoped hers wasn’t real, anyway), clutching tighter to my own drink that I found myself defending on a park bench with dozens of strangers as an audience.

“An opinion can’t be wrong!” I chirped, only hating the way my voice jumped a little bit. After all, it was hard to hate it when it made her giggle. But despite how much sweeter the liquid seemed when I drank it in the presence of her smile, I also knew that she wouldn’t appreciate my immediate agreement. So, I pushed back just a little, “It can be misguided or ignorant but not outright wrong.”

“Unless it’s yours, on this topic,” she shot back without hesitation.

I tried to flash her a pout, hoping that maybe it would work for me like it did for her. It did not. Her eyebrows shot up and her jaw dropped open with another laugh, and I decided that I preferred that outcome, anyway. The longer my bottom lip stuck out, the wider her smile got. I waited to stop until her eyes closed and turned away, just long enough for me to let the full force of my affection show before she noticed.

She saw it, anyway, in the form of a similar smile spread over my face when I softly admitted, “Fine. You’re right.”

“Oh, I know.”

Her tongue peeked between her lips, and I found myself thinking less of cider and cocoa and more about how unbelievably lucky I was to find someone that I never felt the need to prove anything to. A person that didn’t care if I held all the answers.

I might’ve continued down that sappy train of thought, but it was hard to do while she had hoisted herself halfway over the table to try and grab hold of my cup right as I went to drink from it. Of course, she had failed to take into account just how big the table was, and just how close I was willing to come to falling before I let her drink from my cup right after she’d criticized my preference of fall flavors.

For a second, I really thought she might climb onto the table to win, but the judgmental looks from the parents in the park must have beaten her desire to win. As forlorn as humanly possible, she fell back into her seat with a loud “Hmph!” which really only managed to elicit an equally immature giggle from me.

“Shut up,” she laughed before shoving my paper plate further into my chest, “And eat your stupid pie.”

All I could think as she grabbed my fork and stabbed the middle of the piece to try to lift the entire thing at once, was that I was right about one thing: Autumn, in all its vitality and beauty, could still never compare to her.

That thought persisted through the pumpkin patch, growing in intensity as she skipped through the vine-laden path like a regular fall fairy. It was much easier to get lost in her there, crouched and inspecting foliage. Her arguments regarding gourds were much less spirited, with her watching me wide-eyed and curious as I explained the stages of pumpkin growth and all the different uses for the fruit.

I still let her make the final choices, opting to analyze her selections and tease her for them later, instead. That was the plan, anyway, to continue the competitiveness lest she gets bored with me before the day was over. When she walked past me holding open the passenger side door, I thought it might’ve already happened.

But then she just placed the pumpkin into my hands so she could open the back door. Before I could even move, she carefully removed it from my arms again and placed it in the seat.

“What are you doing?” I said through a very amused chuckle.

She was decidedly not entertained by my confusion, stopping to turn to me with a bored, frustrated expression. “I’m buckling him in,” she explained slowly, like I might need the help. Then, to add insult to silly injury, she added, “Duh.”

I was too distracted by the details to tackle the absurdity of it all.

“Him? It’s a boy pumpkin?”

“Obviously. Look at him,” she snorted, finally clicking the seatbelt in before tenderly petting the top of the lucky little gourd. Once she was convinced it would be as safe as she could make it, she allowed me to begin to escort her into her proper seat.

“You know it’s safer on the floor, right?” I asked before she’d slipped past me. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her away from the car so I could enjoy the warmth of her before it was replaced with the dry air of the engine.

“How dare you,” she balked with an open mouth that was just begging to be kissed. By the time I got close enough to try, though, her hand fervently shoved my cheek away. I tried to laugh, but she used the same hand to cover the noise, trying and failing to convince me she was being serious.

“Why don’t you just hold him?” I mumbled against her palm.

That was enough for her to abandon my embrace altogether. With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she pried my arms off of her and finally made her way to my passenger seat. I didn’t fight her too hard, even taking the time to shut her door like my mother always insisted.

The mercy was not returned, with her eyes narrowed into a playful disbelieving glare that I hadn’t seen in some time. My mind was brought back to the first time she ever let me know she was jealous, bickering over blondes and preferences while she sat in the very same place. And, just as before, she was still wearing the same raggedy old sweatshirt of mine.

“If this is any indication of how you’ll be with a human baby, I have dramatically overestimated your competence,” she droned, obviously unaffected by the stars that appeared in my eyes every time I looked at her.

“The one and only time you’ll ever be able to say those words. I hope you enjoyed it,” I joked. A funny enough joke that she couldn’t help but smile through her facade.

“Don’t worry,” she chuckled, “I did.”

The day could have ended there, and it would have been enough. Honestly, I couldn’t think of a single thing that wouldn’t be better with her there. In a way, I think we were trying to prolong the high of ‘hooky,’ finding even the faintest interest in an activity as enough of an excuse for a detour.

… Which was probably how we found ourselves in our third park of the day. After all, I loved any autumnal vision, so how could I decline an opportunity to let them serve as a backdrop for watching her? And that was an accurate description of how I spent the day. It might sound boring, and if it were anyone else, it probably would have been. But no matter how often I saw her, I found myself learning new things about her every single time. Each freckle and scar became a part of the high-definition collection of memories that I would never let myself forget. The most beautiful images that kept me sane in the face of evil and filth.

“Do you see that?”

For a moment, I thought she might have read my mind. But then I realized that her eyes were still fixed forward, stuck on the horizon ahead of us.

“See what?”

“That,” she pointed, “Right there.”

My eyes followed the line, finding nothing but an area of carefully manicured, yellow grass and trees already set to rest for the season. It must have been clear to her that I was lost, because her pointing became more animated and her voice rose as she shouted, “Right there!”

“The giant pile of leaves?”

“Uh-huh.”

Then, in all of my obliviousness, I just sort of stared. Even when her hand grew tighter around mine and her feet started to move faster, I didn’t put two and two together until it was too late.

“What about— No! (Y/n)!” I shouted, cutting off my own train of thought and only barely letting go of her in time to watch her jump straight into the collection of fallen foliage that some poor landscaper had obviously worked hard to gather.

I have to believe that even if that unlucky, underappreciated individual saw what she’d done to their hours of work, that they would forgive her. It was hard to feel anything but joy at the sounds that came from the pile. Yet I approached her cautiously, with both hands in my pockets to avoid the urge to throw myself into danger with her.

“You’re a terror,” I said, settling for a crouched position in front of her. Still able to see her but far enough from her grasp that she had to crawl through a wall of leaves to come nose to nose with me. “This is literally the scariest thing you’ve done all season.”

“Come on in, the water’s fine,” she purred.

As enticing as the offer was, my mind was too preoccupied with statistics of spider and snake bites, not to mention the possibility of ticks still scouring the landscape for any last second hosts. The answer was easy.

“Absolutely not.”

With another exhale of pure displeasure, she threw her body back into the leaves, burying herself into a mess of yellows and reds that somehow only made her look even more beautiful. The chaotic scene matched her energy well, and the harm she was doing was minimal considering I was absolutely going to search every inch of skin for any marks later.

The only thing that was more appealing to me than watching her make an absolute fool out of herself in a pile of leaves was the intense urge to tease her about it. So, taking a regrettable seat on the grass, I sighed, “I think I’m going to have to arrest you for trespassing.”

There was a loud gasp from the center of the pile, followed by a scuffle of flailing limbs among the foliage.

“You don’t own this leaf pile! I do! I am queen of the leaf pile!” she screeched.

“Alright Princess,” I subtly corrected, “whatever you say.”

As promised, I didn’t put up a fight. Even when she finally got a hold of my hands and dragged me into the madness with her. I followed her no matter what nonsense she demanded, just as she had with me so many times. Granted, my desires weren’t nearly as dangerous or strange. They were pretty much just a collection of foreign films and reading that always lulled her to sleep.

But that day there was no sign of her energy waning. The early sun faded and we kept going. I’m not sure how, but she managed to enjoy herself in the D.C. landscape of bars and blaring car horns despite not being able to indulge in anything herself. Although she did half-heartedly attempt to trick me into buying her drinks in several different establishments, I think she was honestly proud that I avoided the drinks altogether. It was a nice reminder that sobriety could be something enjoyed between the two of us, regardless of the environment. However, we didn’t let that stop us from jumping into a crowd of very drunk women who had insisted we join their haunted tour of the city.

“Are you scared?” she whispered into my ear. The feeling of her warm breath against my skin caused a shiver to run down my spine, ruining any credibility I had in my response.

“No. Why would I be scared? It’s just history.”

“Are you sure?” she asked again.

“Yes!” I insisted with the worst possible timing. Because just as soon as the word had left my lips, I felt the distinct sensation of fingers running down my neck and arm opposite to her. I was so convinced that’s what it was that I even spun around with a yelp, crashing into at least three different people just to find a very startled woman with the worst hung scarf I’d ever seen.

(Y/n) had already put two and two together and was lost in an absolute fit of laughter. There were already tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she doubled over, barely able to stand through it all. Because there I was, her 31-year-old FBI agent boyfriend, screaming over a scarf.

“Laugh it up,” I droned. And she did. She kept laughing through any attempts at a response, and after the initial embarrassment wore off, I couldn’t help but join her.

“I hope you know you chose me. You chose this man!” I shouted, gesturing to the people around us who had already forgotten about our shenanigans, “And everyone knows it!”

“I’m sorry I can’t—” she wheezed, pausing to take a necessary breath that was all lost with another bunch of giggles “—You’re a fucking FBI Agent!”

“Well I can’t shoot a ghost, can I?” I mumbled through the hit to my ego. But any suffering was quickly dealt with as she threw dramatic arms around my waist, pulling me close and protecting me from any other errant scarves that might show up.

“I love you so much,” she said.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” I returned with a quick kiss on her forehead. And even if I implied otherwise, I think she knew that I was having just as good of a time as she was. In fact, it was one of the most relaxing days of my life, which was saying something, considering how much walking was involved.

But no matter how tired we both were, I still had one last place to take her. It took her a while to figure out why the route felt so familiar, but I wasn’t ready to ruin the surprise. I wanted to watch the realization dawn on her. She didn’t disappoint.

“The Mayflower?” she asked with a bit of a bashful laugh before looking up at me through narrowed eyes, “Feeling nostalgic, Dr. Reid?”

“Yeah, a little bit. Thought it was more romantic than the club,” I offered, trying to shrug off the nervous butterflies that burst through my stomach. “Not by much, mind you.”

Although I got the feeling that she didn’t know, or perhaps just didn’t remember, that wonderful night from almost a year ago was one of the most important days of my life. I knew it then, too. From the second I set my eyes on her from my pitiful place against the bar, I knew that she would ruin me.

“Nothing screams high end romance like an alley and a little light law breaking,” she sighed. I almost missed it, too preoccupied with the way her arm tugged me tighter so she could rest her head against my shoulder.

“I can take you home if you’d rather.”

“Hmmm. Depends,” she hummed. Then, turning her head up to me with that playful look that always turned me to putty in her hands, she purred, “How much longer do you think you can wait before you just have to have me?”

I sucked in a sharp, sarcastic breath, eyeing her just long enough for her to start to fume, I let out all the air with a defeated sigh, “I guess we’re staying.”

That serene sort of teasing continued past the reception desk and all the way up the elevator. If there were other people there, we didn’t bother noticing. We were too busy watching one another to even look away long enough to find our room. Doubling back through the dizzying hallways until we found the elusive number, we finally settled into the only vaguely familiar layout of beige and tan.

She was much quicker at it than I was. Before I’d even finished washing my hands and checking exposed skin for bugs that I was convinced had hitched a ride from the leaf pile, she was already stretched out on the bed in nothing but a tiny piece of lacy cotton and her favorite sweatshirt. The sight made me stop, lost for breath and logic of how I was lucky enough to be there with her again.

“See something you like, Dr. Reid?” she teased through giggles, no doubt recalling the same memory as me.

My answer didn’t need to be said, but I said it, anyway. She deserved to hear it.

“Yes.”

With arms outstretched, she sleepily begged, “Come here.”

But I couldn’t.

“Not yet… I just… I want to look at you like this a little bit longer.”

How could I move on from this moment, when it was the best I’d ever felt? So overwhelmingly safe and at home despite being in a strange, sterile room. I had no desire to move any inch of me if it meant that this image would persist for the rest of my days.

“You getting all romantic on me?”

“Always,” I chuckled. Her usual disgust for my sappy behavior didn’t show itself, overpowered by the gentle curve of her lips and hands that were becoming more and more insistent to be held. Eventually, I had to move, knowing that it was the only way to hold her.

My body reacted the way it always did when it found her. All of the tension dropped from tired shoulders, desperate to touch her more. To feel the imprint of her body pressed against mine, a mess of heat and need and love.

She was the one to kiss me first, and for a moment I let her do it without reciprocation. I wanted to feel how her touch became softer and shier as she realized what I was doing. That I was spending all of my energy memorizing the way her lips parted as she tried to hold back a giggle against my almost-still lips.

“What’s happening in that big genius brain of yours?” she murmured with eyes half open but still containing universes.

“I’m just thinking of all the things you’ve done to make me fall in love with you.”

I thanked all of the gods in every pantheon that made her too tired to tease. Instead, she just laughed, playing her part in bringing us back to that night we met.

“Like quote Picard?”

“We still haven’t watched Star Trek together,” I whined.

The sound must have stirred something new in her, because she rolled us over to take her seat on my lap. She hung over me, looking down at me, hopeless and breathless at the feel of her thighs under my hands. My heart started to race, but I didn’t know why.

It wasn’t until she spoke the words that were already running through my mind, “We’ve got time. Picard can wait.”

Everything about it was effortless. Our bodies had fallen together and mouths found each other exactly like every romance novel has ever tried to tackle the metaphor of gravity.

But if we were an orbit, it was not a binary like the traditional notion of two equal souls. Despite the nickname I’d chosen for her, nothing about her soul was small. And even though she burned bright, she wasn’t anything like the fiery combustion of a star.

She was a home. A thing so full of vitality and life that I would love to watch for whatever time I had left. I was just a moon, loyally following her and trying my best to shield her from whatever might try to harm her. To protect her when she needed rest and to lead the tides to kiss her when she wished. I would be her shadow, shining a light onto her even in the darkest time. All that I asked for in return was a spot beside her.

‘One day,’ she had said before, ‘if you will have me.’

But it was never a question. Not for me. And if she really needed me to answer it for her, I was happy to give her that. I hadn’t been waiting for even a year, but it felt like a lifetime.

“Yeah, he can,” I repeated, quiet and with such a heavy waver that I’m surprised she could understand the shifting inflections. Even if she didn’t, she knew that something had changed in those few seconds of silence.

“What’s up, Spencer?”

I didn’t know how to answer. How to explain what I was feeling. But I grabbed hold of one hand, clinging desperately to her and guiding her to the heart that felt dangerously light. The rapid pace of its beating still not enough to alert her of the true cacophony of my thoughts.

“Are you okay?”

The answer was yes. Because no matter how loud and chaotic the sounds inside my head were, they all lead me to the same conclusion.

“Picard can wait, and we have a lot of time,” I tried to explain through a dry throat that was only growing tighter with the unwieldy weight of the feeling.

“Yes…” she mumbled back, just as trepidatious and nervous as I was.

Just like I was. Because we were. We were connected by some force, whatever you want to call it. Whether it was a chemical or psychological or heavenly connection, I didn’t care. I wanted her to know how I felt. To know that there was nothing that would ever tear me away from her.

“But I don’t… I don’t think I want to wait.”

After a couple more seconds of silence, she answered with a knowing stare, “… What?”

From my position underneath her, I was able to reach over just enough to grab my jacket. Of course, it helped that she moved with me, clearly curious and terrified of the possibilities. But a good kind of terror… I hoped.

My confidence grew as her legs gripped tighter around my hips and her hands shot up to cover her chest with balled fists pressed against one another. I heard the friction of her skin as her body started to shake in a different way, with an adrenaline that I hadn’t seen from her in even the most dangerous situations.

But when I pulled a small velvet box from the internal pocket, everything stopped. She became completely still. Her eyes were wide and frozen on the object in my hands, only to look away when she heard my voice.

“(Y/n).”

“Where did you get that?” she asked like she hadn’t just seen me pull it from my jacket. The same jacket that I wore every time that I was with her. The wool fabric that she’d swaddled herself in on a number of occasions, none the wiser of how much heavier it was for me when I wore it.

“I know this is really random, a-and to be fair, I wasn’t expecting it, either,” I said through the most awkward laughs I’d ever produced (which was saying something), “I mean, I knew I wanted to marry you, I’ve known that for quite some time, hence the ring.”

I paused, but got nothing in response. Nothing except her lips quivering from their parted position, and her nose twitching as she tried to settle on just one expression. But it didn’t matter how she contorted her face; they were all exactly as they should be. Because they were all her.

“But today, with you… I-I’ve never been that happy in my life. Jumping in leaves and fighting over fall flavors and I—“

Her eyes stopped bouncing, settling with my gaze and robbing my lungs of all air. She made up her mind, deciding to leave everything exactly as it was. The honest truth of the overwhelming storm of every emotion that had been experienced in the little time we had shared together.

The knowing that everything had happened exactly as it should have to bring us here.

“I love you so much,” I whispered, careful to make every word as genuine as they were, “And I know that we have all the time in the world left with one another… but I don’t want to wait any longer for you to be my wife.”

“Ask me,” she answered immediately and abruptly.  

“Okay,” I laughed, endlessly entertained by how she could sound so aggressive even when we were both at our most vulnerable, caught in the nexus of our love.

“Um… Will you… marry me?”

There was no hesitation. No worry, no fear, and no doubt.

“Yes, you stupid old man!” she outright screamed, throwing arms around me even when it meant we both slammed against pillows and the headboard. She didn’t stop squealing even when she kissed me, struggling to find more of me to hold onto.

After she decided that tugging on my hair was the best way to express her affection, I managed to break away just long enough to shout, “Wait! I have to put the ring on you!”

“Then put it on!” she yelled, thrusting her hand in front of my face and practically slapping me in the process. But none of the pain mattered. Nothing was even recognizable outside of the feeling of her sweaty, shaking palm resting against my fingers.

I noticed for the first time that I was also trembling. I took the time to focus, slipping the ring over her finger. But once it started to safely slide into place, my eyes returned to watch what I knew to be happy tears fall over her cheeks. I wiped them away, but they were replaced with the wetness from my face when she brought us together again with a long, gentle kiss.

A calmness came over the room like the feeling following a storm. A clean slate with soil enriched for growth. A hope for a future forever changed.

“What do we do now?” she asked, biting her bottom lip and holding tight to my hands.

The answer seemed clear enough.

“Whatever we want.”

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Is this really happening?

I stared at the diamond shining back at me with a clarity that had to be a metaphor for my heart. In the vague reflection of yellow light and us, I felt a warmth that doesn’t normally accompany metal. My finger’s new companion felt so comfortable in its new resting place. A constant reminder of the man I called home.

Then I turned back to him, unsure how I was supposed to move on from this moment. I never wanted to leave, but I also needed to move. I compromised and settled with my face against his chest, listening to the heartbeat he’d just dedicated to me. In that peaceful quiet, I heard him speak so softly I wasn’t sure I was meant to hear it.

But I did.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said with fingers dancing through the ends of my hair, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

And for once, the thought didn’t feel like a burden. In fact, it felt like freedom. I was finally free to be who I was without worry that I would be alone. Without worrying that I would be too much or too little to please him.

I was enough.

Enough.

“I love you,” I said, tasting salt from tears I hadn’t even noticed were falling.

Curiously, and in a rare role switch, Spencer was the one who took a blatantly affectionate display and turned it into something else. Pulling me away from his chest, he dragged me up until he could drag his lips over my jaw.

“Don’t cry, little girl,” he cooed with what I could only imagine was a wicked grin, “I haven’t given you a reason to yet.”

Something about that gruff rumble in his throat caused my skin to ripple with goosebumps. Every inch of me burned with flames that could only be put out by his touch. I chased after his lips with my own, but he was insistent on trailing down my throat. He knew I would be powerless to him. I wouldn’t be able to argue when my hands were knotted in his hair and my hips were already rocking helplessly against his erection.

“I want you to fuck me,” I seethed. My blood was boiling from the heat I felt within, and before he could even answer I was already working at the buttons on his shirt.

“Oh? You don’t want me to make love to you?” Spencer laughed. As if that had ever been our style.

“No, I want you to take what’s yours.”

He responded to the demand by pushing me from my seat, forcing me onto my back on the other end of the bed. I wasn’t going to complain, either. The new position allowed me access to his belt, which I unbuckled before he even had time to laugh.

“Are you really challenging me right now, little girl?”

But despite the taunt, he did nothing to stop me. His hands were also busy removing my clothes. And just like before, our nakedness was reciprocated. With each lost layer, I should have felt lighter, but I didn’t. I felt so powerful, so aware of how our bare bodies twined together.

“Here, of all places? Do you remember what I did to you that night?”

How could I ever forget?

“I’m not the same girl you had in your bed then,” I purred. We both knew it was true, although not in the way I was implying.

Because Spencer had changed me. Irrevocably. He taught me so much — not just about physics, literature, or criminology, either. He taught me about kindness, softness, and vulnerability. He taught me how to trust that someone could hold me without the intention of letting me go. More than anything, he taught me that I didn’t have to learn these things alone. Even the smartest man I’d ever met needed help with them sometimes.

Then again, something told me that Spencer wasn’t in a very humble mood. Perhaps it was the fact he’d pinned me down again, with his hands clumsily gripping hard enough to leave crescent moons in my forearms.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he growled with a small, chaste kiss, “You’re still just a fucking brat.”

I wasn’t feeling bratty then, though. Especially not as I felt the head of his cock pressed against me, just hard enough to feel the resistance of my body. He waited there, no doubt taking pleasure in the way my whole body squirmed underneath him. My hips bucked, but he managed to keep a cruelly steady distance.

“You’re so precious when you’re needy,” he mumbled. And although I stubbornly avoided looking him in the eyes out of protest, he forced my face towards him again, anyway. “Go on. Say please.”

“Fuck off,” I whined through a prominent pout that did me no favors.

“Say it.”

“Please!”

I managed to make eye contact, but it was fleeting. As soon as he thrust forward into me, my back arched and I lost myself in the pillows. My hands found him, though, leaving angry red welts over heated skin. If Spencer was at all affected by the pain, he made no showing of it. His pace continued, steadily forcing our bodies together until I trembled in his hands.

He would hold me there, at my limit but not pleading for him to do anything different. With tender hands, he would fuck me until I swore bruises would follow. But I never felt unsafe; I felt cared for and cherished in a way I’d never known. I trusted him to know my limits better than myself.

I trusted him with all of me because I had already seen that when given the chance, he would do whatever he could to protect me.

The love I felt must have shone through my eyes because his hips got slower, drawing out each movement. My hips rose in tandem with his, allowing me to feel every inch of him inside of me.

“This body belongs to me now and forever,” he whispered.

It always has.

“You belong to me.”

And I felt it. The undeniable string of fate that tied us to each other. I could feel his every emotion as his fingers brushed over my throat. I melted under his touch, completely consumed by the love he felt for me. The kind of love that people spent their whole lives searching for only to come up empty. That powerful thing that drove gods to war and men to madness.

The only feeling that could tear down every wall that had been carefully crafted to protect myself. Because I didn’t need them anymore. Spencer’s arms would take their place, holding me through the storms that might follow the same way he had carried me through the ones that led us here.

“Yes,” I breathed, “I’m yours.”

For forever and whatever comes after.

The words were truer than they’d ever been before, and Spencer took it as permission to let go of any remaining hesitation. The slow, gentle thrusts became faster and our moans echoed in the small room without a second thought to the poor patrons in the rooms surrounding us. Because if they felt what we did, they would understand. Spencer still tried to hush the sounds, crashing his lips over mine in a sloppy, frenzied kiss.

I was suddenly reminded of every romantic story I’d ever heard. They all spoke of feeling so close to someone that they felt like an extension of yourself. I wasn’t sure if it was completely true, but there was no denying how at home our bodies were. The way our tongues wrapped around one another and how our noses bumped so gently in the chaos was unmatched by any meeting driven by lust or need.

His hips met mine over and over again, no matter how hard I tried to keep him closer. Even when my hips chased his to be held longer, Spencer was persistent in the ruthless pace. Because like me, he was lost in the euphoria. I knew it from the sound of his whimpers and the way he bit my lip just a little bit harder.

“Tell me what you want, little girl,” he begged. Not ordered. Begged.

“You,” I answered without any doubt, “I just want you.”

His response came even faster, even more desperate and scratchy as it came through his lips into mine.

“You have me. For the rest of my life and whatever comes after, I will take care of you.”

There was nothing left to say. I could feel the truth and force behind the words as he fucked me harder, eliciting one more quiet cry from me in the sound of his name.

“Spencer...”

When he returned the call, though, it wasn’t with any name I’d heard from him before.

“So you better get used to this feeling,” he said through a smile that I felt on my lips before he drew back. He looked me in the eye as he buried himself in me, tensing to hold himself back just a few seconds longer. To see the look on my face and let that be the feeling of us giving in to each other for the first time in our new story.

“Because I’m never going to grow tired of this, Mrs. Reid.”

Mrs. Reid.

That was going to be my name.

Mrs. Reid.

That was the only thought running through my mind as I felt the coil in my gut snap and all of my muscles tense around him. There were no whorish sounds left in my lungs, only little whimpers and whines as I tried to claw him closer. Spencer gave up his visual in exchange for kissing me while he finished. My walls held him so tightly that I felt each pulse and every place where his release filled me. But nothing was more compelling than feeling the way his lip quivered between mine as his body fell onto mine with no grace required.

Spencer could act hard all he wanted, but I felt the way he craved softness. Safety. Love. All things I was happy to give… for a price.

“Say it again.”

“Say what again?” he replied sleepily but animated enough to have a healthy dose of snark. Snark that earned him a rough nudge of my elbow into his ribs.

“You know!”

But naturally, the genius had to play dumb. With a happy little hum, he snuggled closer to me, burying his face into my neck so he could mumble against the skin, “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Please,” I sighed, “for me?”

He seemed to contemplate the plea for a little while longer, with wiggling toes I felt against my shins and a happy sigh that breezed over my neck. I tried to take in those small things while I waited, knowing that while I had a lifetime to learn them, this moment would never come again.

“Fine,” he finally settled, propping himself up to give another soft kiss followed by the most beautiful sound in the world.

“Only for you, Mrs. Reid.”

—— The Next Morning ——

Waking up next to Spencer with a ring on my finger was literally waking up to find my dream come to life. And sure, his light snoring and constant wriggling under the sheets he continued to pull off of me weren’t perfect or picturesque, but they were real. The same way that he chirped when he felt my legs wrap around him in his sleep and only woke when he heard me giggling.

His eyes fluttered open, taken aback by something that he saw. Although I would blame it on the sunlight filtering through the curtains, I was sure that he would give me all the credit.

“Good morning,” he slurred.

“Hi,” I answered with a smile and an attempt to pull him closer. But my hand was stopped by his, squeezing my palm between his fingers before dragging my knuckles to his lips. From there, he laid a gentle kiss over the diamond he’d placed there the night before. Although it was strange to be outshone by a rock, I let it go for now.

“I know you shouldn’t sleep with it on, but it’s so nice to see it’s still there,” he said with a heavy breath before lowering our still joined hands to rest against his heart. I could feel the way it beat a little bit quicker as I came closer, and I wondered if this was really what it would be like forever.

“I couldn’t resist wearing it.”

“You know you can still change your mind, right? We haven’t told anyone.”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” I replied unlike every time before. There was no teasing, no joke or anger or sadness. Just a pure, unadulterated joy.

… Of course, the question did bring up an entirely new anxiety. It did feel a bit silly, but it needs to be expressed.

“Have you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. Like he’d only asked the question to see the way I might panic. But as soon as I heard his assurance, I knew it was the truth.

My mind started to drift back to that first morning we spent together. It felt like a lifetime ago, but everything still felt so very much the same. I wondered if there were things I would change if given the chance. It wasn’t until after I ran through the laundry list of things that we would have been better off without that I realized I’d asked the wrong question.

It wasn’t a matter of what I would have changed, but what I would have kept the same. And the answer was simple. No matter what I would face in my life, I just wanted it to be with him. Everything would be okay as long as I had him.

However, when I tried to kiss him, Spencer still seemed hung up on the things he would have changed. Our lips didn’t connect for even ten seconds before he broke apart, happily laughing through the words, “This is so much better when I’m not hungover.”

“Old man.”

He didn’t argue back, wiggling under the sheets until our chests were pressed together. I took it as a very poor attempt at a power play, because instead of craning my neck to look up at him from my spot, I simply climbed his lanky figure until our noses were pressed together.

“Your old man now,” he corrected, followed by my own clarification of, “You were always mine, Dr. Reid.”

“But now you get to show everyone.” He grinned, letting go of my hand to roam over the curves of my body. His daily attempts to memorize each version of me he held. After a few more moments of silent reverence, I asked the question we’d have to face eventually, lest we face even more awkward, embarrassing moments with the team.

“Who’s gonna tell everyone?”

He barely even considered the options before he shrugged.

“Let’s just… wing it.”

I paused, certain that I’d heard it wrong. “You, Spencer Reid, would like to ‘wing it?’” I repeated, barely able to get the words out without laughing from the absurdity of it all.

But he was quick to assure me, “Yeah, I do.”

“Alright. Whatever you say,” I sighed. I figured that it wouldn’t be worth it to plan right now, anyway. It wasn’t exactly our style. If anything, we would find the perfect time completely by accident.

“You know what we should do first though?” I excitedly announced to the best audience a girl could ever ask for.

“What?”

“Coffee,” I drawled. To which he quickly answered, “I love you an ungodly amount.”

Taking full advantage of that admission, I shoved the poor soul who’d shackled himself to me forever away as I ordered, “Go turn it on. I am craving shitty hotel coffee in bed with my fiancé.”

“Fine,” he resigned with a smile while rolling out of the bed, “Spoiled brat.”

“Your spoiled brat!” I shouted back from safe under the covers that I could finally get back in his absence. They weren’t as good as him, but they would be enough for now. I buried my face into his pillow, snickering as I heard a very tired Spencer call from the bathroom, “Forever mine!”

Just as the sounds of running water filled the room, I lifted my head at the distant sound of familiar chiming beside me.

“Is that my phone?”

I didn’t answer, paralyzed in my place as I felt the most intense sensation of deja vu I’d ever experienced. Right there on the nightstand, I saw the name Hotchner.

Spencer was quicker this time to leave the bathroom, but just as he turned the corner, a thought must have stopped him. Because he paused, staring at me with hotel sheets gathered around me and his phone against my ear.

He didn’t try to fight me for the device. In fact, he didn’t move at all, watching from a few feet away with a smile I’d never seen before. The kind that I felt so deep inside of me that I realized this was what they meant to share a soul with someone.

“Hello,” I spoke softly and filled with love, “this is Mrs. Reid.”

The End.

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RWBY has weird gender politics. Ruby, Cinder, and Winter should be diverse characters. But they all rebel against a more powerful man (Ozpin, Watts and Ironwood), rage against him, take what he offers (magic/wisdom, plan/tech, trust/training) and then 'defeat' him. (Ruby's now leading Ozpin.) Salem exemplifies this, Robyn is a parody. But these men are never wrong, and these women lose their individuality as they become the same character with the same character beats. RT has just one plot idea.

Discussing gender in RWBY is definitely... complicated. Especially because (unlike many other stories) what the authors intended to create, what was actually put on the screen, and what the audience interpreted are often three very different things. I don’t think it’s any stretch of the imagination to say that RT wanted to write a “girl power” show (intention), yet they often fail to exemplify that in pretty basic ways (what we see on screen), which leaves a growing part of the audience reading the characters “incorrectly” (what we get out of it). Even if we remove the fact that these three pieces don’t fit well together, Volume 8 struck me as a season that really failed to grasp what it means to put women at the center of your narrative — because it’s not just putting their names in the title and calling it a day. Salem is the Big Bad of our series... but Ironwood is the one who gets a majority of the attention as the antagonist. Ruby is our central protagonist with a seven season relationship with Penny... but Jaune is the one who is given the important scene of killing her. Ren and Nora are of equal importance when it comes to being minor characters... but Nora spends the majority of the volume unconscious while Ren learns (“learns”) to be a better friend/upgrade his semblance. The Ace Ops team has two main women on it... but it’s Marrow who we follow in terms of learning to be one of the good guys. Weiss is one of our MCs who grew up in this kingdom, grew up in this family, has an abusive upbringing to grapple with and a desire to help her people... but it’s Whitley who helps Nora, Whitley who thinks to use the airships, Whitley who has the blueprints to show Ambrosius. Ruby (again) is our protagonist... but Oscar and Ozpin are the ones who take on Salem while she sits in a mansion thinking that she might do something soon. Maybe. Our title team is made up of four women... but it’s the quickly made team featuring Ren, Jaune, Oscar, and Hazel that take on the majority of the action. Yang gets to toss a quick insult at Salem and Emerald escapes with them. That’s the extent of their contribution.

Obviously this list is disingenuous to the series as a whole. I am just speaking about Volume 8 here and even then, we can point to plenty of counter examples (like Penny being the Maiden, or Cinder developing more than she has since Volume 3), but looking back at the volume as a whole, those gender dynamics — based on what RT presumably wants to accomplish; based on how the show is marketed and how it’s been written in the past — feel skewed to me. It’s so easy to look at the number of women in the show, the fact that four of them make up the title, and say that’s enough. But if the story is really about them, why is the fandom back to being frustrated that Jaune is given such a significant moment? Why are the characters with the most lore and magical power both men? Why are the five guys (Jaune, Ren, Hazel, Ozpin, Oscar) engaging in the most action against the antagonist while our title girls sit drinking tea? Why, when the show needs a generic character to do small plot things, do we introduce Pietro and just have Maria tag along? Why create Robyn leading a team of women fighters and then almost immediately separate her from that group, pairing her with men who have been around for seasons and, thus, inevitably steal the spotlight: first Ironwood, then Qrow? I don’t mean, don’t want, and absolutely don’t intend to make so conclusive (and damaging) a claim like, “RWBY Volume 8 is sexist” because it’s way more complicated than that. And, as said, we can list just as many counters too: Ruby killed the Hound, Winter gets the Maiden powers, Neo controls the Lamp, etc. But alongside that issue of how we’re “supposed” to read the story when intention/execution/interpretation are so muddled, and alongside the long-held feeling that the men aren’t afforded the same emotional sympathy as the women are (Ozpin and Ironwood in particular), I can’t help but also feel like the show is periodically falling into the (unconscious) assumption that it’s enough to just put lots of women on screen. Then it’s woke, it’s feminist, it’s progressive, however we want to phrase it... never-mind what the women are doing, or how they’re treated, or how their importance within the narrative compares to the men around them. I keep thinking about the choices here, the big ones listed above, and the smaller ones too: Ironwood doesn’t care about Robyn’s escape, only Qrow’s; Klein and Whitley do the most to help at the mansion (with some tech sleuthing from Willow), Hazel gets the heroic sacrifice while Oscar faces off against Salem, etc. The problem isn’t simply that our main characters were so passive this volume — though that’s problem enough — but rather that RWBY is built around, well, being RWBY. Being the show about how these four awesome, active, independent, powerful women run off to save the world. The show is built on that gendered reading (among others), so when that is significantly toned down — when Ironwood takes centerstage, when Qrow and Clover’s tragedy ends the last season, when Oscar is the hero who defeats Salem, when Hazel’s turn is given the most attention, when Ren’s growth occurs on screen rather than in a coma, when Marrow is the emotional center of the Ace Ops, Jaune steals the spotlight in the finale — it feels like we’ve lost something crucial about RWBY, not just about any show that might be struggling to balance a large cast. I’ve said for years that I want more development for Oscar and for Ozpin to come back, but my personal interest in them as characters isn’t an excuse for introducing so many central women, building your story around their importance... and then having them sit around in a whale, in a mansion, in a jail cell while we focus a great deal on the guys. Obviously the women did a lot in Volume 8 too, it just doesn’t feel like they did as much as they should have given the show RWBY tries to present itself as. Is RWBY the (assumed to be) progressive show about four women like its title suggests, or is it just another large cast looking for a shonen-esque protagonist in the form of Special Boy With Magic or Special Man With Sword and No Fear? Obviously RWBY doesn’t intend to be the latter, but when Oscar feels more like the hero of this story and Jaune feels more like the emotional center of our finale (to say nothing of how Yang and Ren hype up how great he is, just like how Blake hyped Ruby), you have to wonder what went wrong...

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Xiao Zhan: Learning to Live with Different Opinions

Original Article: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/kFwWw70e6UvJ75egnRe7BA This article is published by Blogger World 博客天下 Weixin. This is also part of the article published in Blogger World 《博客天下》2020 8th Issue.

Giving others the space and freedom to voice different opinions is also a form of respect. Accepting criticisms during growth, displaying kindness in adversity.

Eye of the Storm

Acting is a profession, once you become famous, you will be labelled as “a celebrity” and you become a public figure, but in essence, you are still an average person. Just like everyone else during the pandemic period, they still need to stay quarantined at home and consider their daily meals.

“Celebrity” Xiao Zhan, who has a huge fan following, was also at home catching up on the movies on his to-watch list, watching dramas, reading, practicing his culinary skills – his work was no longer as tightly scheduled as before. This was supposed to be a rare relaxation period, but because of the sudden internet controversy, he found himself landed in the midst of public outcry, and this shattered his initial peace.

At first, he was quite confused, although he understood that any public figure would come with some sense of controversy, but when some of the controversy affected his friends and family, he felt that these were unfair to them. This point was something he could not quite understand.

After the passage of time, he slowly calmed down, and he attempted to learn to live with these different opinions. He feels that giving others the space and freedom to voice different opinions is also a form of respect, and he will accept criticisms during growth, and display kindness in adversity.

After a problem appears, the best method is to resolve the problem, and not to create another problem. This problem will obviously inspire fans (of any idol) to reflect on their actions, and consider how to reasonably handle themselves as a fan. At the same time, artists will also consider how to handle their relationships with their fans, and their teams will need to be more precise in their work. Whereas to the general public, when viewing the whole incident rationally, this can be also considered to be a part of creating a healthy internet environment.

Chance

When some people consider Xiao Zhan as one of the core members of the controversial “traffic” celebrities (TN: Traffic is a term that is used in China to describe idols with a lot of fan following), and lambast him for it, it is necessary to view his journey rationally – understand his chance entry into the entertainment business, and his unique qualities that set him apart from the rest.

Born in 1991, Xiao Zhan is almost 30, but he actually had not been famous for more than a year. Before this, like many other youngsters, he went through high school, university and work life, and never thought that he would become an artist. His university was Chongqing Technology and Business University; he majored in graphic design; while schooling he had received titles such was “Advanced Literary Individual” and “Excellent Team Member”, and also participated in the charity poster design competition organized by his university, winning awards “First Standard Award” and “Most Popular Award”; he even started his own studio with his friends. As such, it can be said that he went through a complete university education, and hence he has a certain amount of knowledge literacy.

After graduating in 2014, he worked for almost a year in a design firm. In June of the second year, because he loved singing, he joined a variety show “X-Fire”《燃烧吧少年》, in hopes of being seen by more people. This was not an easy part of his life – he had to learn dancing with zero foundation, stretching, memorizing movements, with great difficulty. Finally, he debuted as a member of the X-NINE X玖少年团 boyband.

That year, he was 25, and this fulfilled the lyrics of a song by Stefanie Sun – “The 25 year old me, there are differences now.” Then, he thought 25 years old was far away, but in the end it was really different.

However, at that point in time, China talent search variety shows did not have the popularity it would have later on, hence he was not popular upon debut – there was a period of dormancy. In the years following that, he switched paths to become an actor, and participated in web dramas, television dramas, as well as a minor role in the movie “Monster Hunt” 《捉妖记》, totaling a number of 7 to 8 shows. Because he did not come from an acting background, he felt inferior to his partners, who graduated from acting schools, during the shoots. During this period of time, he also doubted his decisions, and wondered if he had a future.

Later on, in the interview with Ren Min Wang 人民网 “Friendly Chat” 《友聊》 he said, “If initially I knew that I would later on go through so much things, I might retreat.” This is actually very similar with the encounters of many other actors, from low to high, from silent to outstanding, experience, works and reputation all have to go through an accumulation process.

At that time, he already had fans, although not too many. In his Weibo, he once had a post that was meant to communicate with his fans, named “Secret Garden”, to tell one another stories, encourage and comfort one another – it was a type of positive interaction.

Fame

The true fame came on the June of 2019. The web drama “The Untamed”, where he starred as the leading actor, aired. This drama came with a fan following from the novel it was based on, and with exquisite production quality, good acting portrayal and performance, this drama became the hottest drama of that year. It scored 7.7 in Douban (TN: Somewhat like China IMDB), which was considered above average in China, and it is worthy as a piece of “work” – although Xiao Zhan said in this interview, “Currently, I don’t think I have any piece of noteworthy work, hence I cherish every opportunity to participate in creative work.”

From this, he obtained a huge reputation, his fan size grew multi-fold, and this objectively created more difficulties for his team working behind him. From a commoner to an artist, and then to a celebrity, based on Xiao Zhan’s behavior, he is careful and cautious. When interviewed by China Youth Papers 《中国青年报》, he said “When I encounter difficulties, I will not give up easily, I will think of ways to resolve it”; “Respect everyone around me, I have to uphold the heart to honor and respect everyone around me.” When interviewed by Guang Ming Times《光明日报》, he hoped “the works that he participated in could transmit some positive values.”

At the end of last year, in CCTV Movie Channel, he also reviewed his legendary experience of 2019, “There are no adjectives to describe my 2019, hence I will say thank you, thank you to all the experiences, to all that I have.” He never talks about what role he is most satisfied with, but only that he could do better, “maybe it could be the next one”. At the same time, he expressed that he will put the focus of his career in 2020 on acting, “to an actor, works are my foundation.” This clearly shows that he is clear about his own acting career.

But evidently, the start of this year was not smooth sailing for him. This internet controversy, as a related party, he received numerous criticisms, whether with good or bad intentions, and how he viewed this whole incident, what psychological process he went through, how a public figure should bear the social responsibility, and what his next steps are…

For this, the aim of this Blogger World interview with Xiao Zhan is to “understand the problem, obtain a common understanding”.

Understood Some Things

(TN: R = Reporter, XZ = Xiao Zhan)

R: Earlier when the pandemic was at its peak, what were you busy with?

XZ: Quarantine, just like everyone else during the pandemic period. I remember it was during Chinese New Year period, following the news, seeing the medical personnel fighting at the forefront. It was especially touching when you see that they were relentlessly fighting even though they were facing a lack of medical supplies. At that time, I spoke with my staff, thought about wanting to do something, and do what I can. After the discussion to decide what to donate, we started contacting the relevant suitable organizations, communicate on what was needed, etc.

Besides this, I also received invitations to record ID videos to cheer on Wuhan and songs to beat back the pandemic. Because the songs required more professional equipment, hence I remember around the end of January, we went to the recording studio. At that time, the pandemic was at its critical period, to ensure safety, there were very limited staff on site, everyone were wearing masks, everything was strictly disinfected, every staff had to perform multiple roles, but we finished the recording with high efficiency. To me, this was a very special experience. Other then that, I was quarantined at home.

R: When you were at home, how was your daily life? How did you spend the time?

XZ: Actually just like everyone else, watch the news, watch dramas, watch movies, read books and rest. It is also quite inconvenient to order takeouts during quarantine period, hence I also trained my culinary skills. Just right at the time there were charity events to aid the farmers, hence I bought some fruits and farm products.

R: Were you concerned with the daily changes of the pandemic, what did you feel and think about?

XZ: Of course I did, I was following up on the pandemic news everyday, there were many moments that touched me. Previously there was this piece of news, a pair of husband and wife, there were both medical staff at the forefront, recognized each other despite wearing isolation robes and hugged together, that scene of reunion touched me very much. But at the same time, I saw that there were a lot more people who needed assistance, and I also felt personally that what one person can do is very limited, and I did too little.

R: When the internet controversy happened, what were you doing, what was your initial reaction, and what happened after?

XZ: I was quarantined at home at that time, when I first saw it I was extremely surprised, why there were suddenly so much topics, felt a bit confused, and understood it later like everyone else. Actually with regards to controversy, as a public figure, I was willing to bear these controversy, but some of them affected my friends and family, I felt that these were unfair to them. I could not quite understand (why they did this). And that point in time was the most critical period of the pandemic, I did not want my issues to take away too much attention, and bother everyone, hence I did not make much responses. Later on, my friends also gave me advice, and this period gave me more time to ponder over it, I also went out to do voice overs, in preparation for my future jobs, slowly I understood some things, so after a while, I started to slowly calm down.

R: You once said that in order to survive in society, one needs to learn to be complex, do you realize the complexity even more so now? Where there any changes to your life views?

XZ: There is definitely complexity, I do not think this is anything bad. Facing complex situations, we do not have the ability to force any changes, but I feel, as long as we maintain the most initial kindness and purity, work hard to do the best for the things we have decided. I have always upheld these principles, and these are also what I want to do.

R: Do you feel misunderstood? How do you adjust yourself?

XZ: It is still the same phrase from the previous interview, “When serious – work, when confused – read, when alone – think, when upset – sleep.” Actually I think this phrase can be used to aptly describe my condition for the past few months.

R: After a period of time, how do you feel about the controversy now?

XZ: We need to learn to live with different opinions, and also respect everyone’s rights to voice theirs. But this world is like this, there is a balance of energy, there are those who love you, who like you, at the the same time there will be people who hates you, who dislikes you. Giving others the space and freedom to voice different opinions is also a form of respect. Accepting criticisms during growth, displaying kindness in adversity.

No one likes you for no reason

R: We will talk about your experiences as an artist, when did you realize that you are famous? How did you feel?

XZ: Last summer, after seeing that there were more people who supported and liked me, very thankful and grateful. My father told me since young “no one likes you for no reason”, hence I hope I can live up to everyone’s like.

R: When you first entered the entertainment business, what goal did you hope to attain?

XZ: Actually my thoughts were very simple then, that is work hard to do the best in the competition, and hope to receive more recognition.

R: In being an artist, what did you feel is the most toilsome?

XZ: Every profession has its own toils, I treat my work very seriously, hardship is actually something you cannot avoid. If I really have to say something as toilsome, then it will be how I face the complex environment.

R: Many felt that you became famous overnight, but actually you already participated in several different dramas, how was your condition like then? What desires did you have for the future?

XZ: Actually there were not much difference, previously I just hoped that I always have jobs, have the opportunity to contact better roles, now is just work seriously, act properly, live everyday to the fullest. Continue on the path of an actor.

R: How did you learn performance? Where there any experience that was especially memorable?

XZ: At the start, I had no concept with regards to performance, later on I also took performance classes, with directions from performance teachers. The experience that was especially memorable was during the shooting of “The Wolf”, there was a crying scene on the highlands, a night scene, and it needed to rain, but that time, no matter what I did, I could not cry.

R: What do you think the relationship of front stage and back stage is?

XZ: I feel that front stage and back stage is not a type of relationship, but is the same job. Without the serious work and support of the backstage, the front stage will not be able to become better.

R: The character Wei Wuxian gave you a lot of glory as well as some controversy, how did you view the role?

XZ: I treat every role I have acted in seriously and with deep respect, because their story are all alternate lives that I would never experience. And portraying these characters, I really hoped that we can achieve success mutually, and win the recognition and love from the audience. I am lucky and thankful to have participated in a part of Wei Wuxian’s life, and this role also became an important part of my acting career. Also I am very grateful to the hard work from all the staff as part of this creative work, and gifted this character vitality. All these creative artists gave me the chance, and allowed me as an actor, using my own thoughts and performances, to bring forth the character Wei Wuxian, even more vividly in front of the general audiences.

R: With regards to “work”, how do you define it?

XZ: I feel that a piece of work is not just the result of a person’s hard work, behind it are also everyone’s sacrifices and creation. Currently, I don’t think I have any piece of noteworthy work, hence I cherish every opportunity to participate in creative work, and also treat every job seriously, in the future I will do my best in singing and acting.

R: The journey of fame, how did you establish your confidence, from inexperience to mature?

XZ: It is definitely a slow process. Actually it is just like that lyric in my new song “All traces passed by turned into light spots.” That is when you encounter difficulties, from it you learn and grow, the accumulation of every step, you are always on the path of growing.

R: In facing the exhaustion from work, the disturbances from the outside world, do you feel that fame is a double edged sword? How do you hope to be viewed by the outside world?

XZ: I feel that anything has its pros and cons, I have already learnt to handle it with common sense, I hope that I am still the same initial me, to be able to maintain humility and politeness.

R: Are you afraid of the uncertainty of life? Do you have insecurities?

XZ: Of course I am. Life is made up of a lot of uncertainties, many times I would also feel insecure, but isn’t the unknown life’s greatest challenge? The feeling of “singing as you walk” is great.

Be yourself, actions speak louder than words

R: You once said in an interview that you do not want to be a perfect person, can you explain what you meant?

XZ: I feel that no one can be perfect, neither can I.

R: Actor, artist and traffic celebrity, what do you think the difference are in these terms?

XZ: Actor is my career, artist and traffic celebrity, to me, are just a label, that is on every public figure. I will do the best for my job, in the future I will be even more serious in my singing, acting, and continue to bear whatever social responsibility I should bear.

R: You once said that communication is very important, now that you are too famous, will this bring about difficulties in communication?

XZ: The changes in my identity definitely brought along some inconveniences, but to my friends, my family and me, the communication has always remained the same. In facing those who like me and support me, I feel that I am communicating with them via my works, hence I will humbly accept all good intent criticisms and corrections on my profession.

R: You did not change your Weibo account after your debut, and also said that that you are very real, and you want to show everyone the real you. To the public who do not understand you, what do you have to say?

XZ: I always said, I am not a perfect person, but that does not prevent me from working hard towards becoming a better person. I am a more direct person, I also wanted to present the real me to everyone, hence I never considered changing my Weibo account, those were all my experiences and memories, the testament to my growth. I will not use youth or commoner as an excuse.

I started using Weibo when I was 19 or 20 years old, when I was still young and a commoner, and I said some very inappropriate words or opinions that are unacceptable now, and it probably did cause trouble or hurt to others. Hence I also wanted to say, after reflecting, to those who were hurt by these opinions, I express my most sincere apologies. If I could use my current experience and sensibleness back then, I would definitely respect everyone’s effort in their work, and will not comment rashly.

R: Your Weibo used to be very lively, full of witty words, you also liked to snatch the top comment on your own posts, and interacted with your fans, but later on, these posts were generally non existent, almost as if your image became flat, how do you feel?

XZ: Just representing myself only, I feel that the image on social media cannot encompass an entire person, that is only an outlet. I am always willing to communicate with everyone, but I am also afraid to bother others, if the effect of bother becomes greater than sharing, that would be something that I very much would not want to see.

#xiao zhan #sean xiao #xiaozhan #肖战

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chicagocityofclans · 4 years

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Amaria Crais → Kristin Kreuk → Cheetah

→ Basic Information

Age: 124

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: September 2nd

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Religion: Animism

→ Her Personality Amaria is the youngest of 11 children from a strong line of cheetah animal shifters. Amaria is highly altruistic, supportive, and resourceful towards her pack, but also towards those she serves in their community. Her personality is rather complex in nature as a result of the trauma witnessed during her time shifted in Africa. She exhibits a large range of characteristics. Amaria is patient, kind, caring, and compassionate, especially towards her packmates. However, she has trouble communicating her emotions to others directly, and often tries to hide them, especially towards those she cares for romantically.

Amaria shows difficulty handling her emotions, and often directs her energy into her work. By helping others as Pack Liaison, it gives her a way to avoid dealing with her issues in her personal life. This is largely rooted in the tragedy from her family and pack being hunted in their shifted forms while vacationing in Africa as a child; which also resulted in the death of her mother and a younger sibling. This traumatic event left Amaria emotionally fragile. Her toughness, courage, and fearlessness serve her well on the job as a Pack Liaison in pursuit of potential packmates, students and first line of contact for neighboring Cat packs. Amaria is able to maintain a calm and level head in these heated situations. She develops more character and personality as she grows.

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Pack Liaison and 3rd of Clan Cat

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Hazelnuts and Open Spaces

Two Dislikes: Idleness and Needles

Two Fears: Failure and Inoculation

Two Hobbies: Jogging/Walking/Running and Self-Care

Three Positive Traits: Unselfish, Trusting, Outgoing

Three Negative Traits: Persistent, Perfectionist, Possessive

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Blake Crais (Father): Amaria was a daddy's girl, just like her sisters.

Hallie Crais (Mother): Amaria has always been close to her mother.

Sibling Names:

Hattie James nee Crais (Sister): Hattie was a second mom to Amaria. It was a family joke that Hattie was really her mother and that her parents were taking care of her because Hattie wasn’t ready. It was a bad joke, but Amaria believed it.

Blythe Leonard nee Crais (Sister): Blythe is the black sheep of the family and keeps her distance from them. She had left for college and started her own family by time Amaria was old enough to remember her. Blythe and Hattie are twins.

Molly Winchester nee Crais (Sister): Molly was like a third mom to her. Amaria isn’t surprised her sister is married with multiple cubs of her own now.

Saul Crais (Brother): Saul is her older brother who is much like their father, Blake. Amaria was born when he was well into his late 60s. Their relationship took off the older she got. Saul and Molly are twins.

Everett Crais (Brother): Everett died young and way before Amaria was born. She only knows him from pictures and stories told by her older siblings.

Landon Crais (Brother): Henry, Landon, Everett, Elsia and Hazel are the quintuplets. Landon and Amaria have little in common but keep in touch.

Elsia Crais (Sister): Henry, Landon, Everett, Elsia and Hazel are quintuplets. Amaria talked her into staying with her in Chicago. She considers Elsie her best friend. They are closer now that Hattie is married and starting her own family.

Hazel Crais (Sister): Henry, Landon, Everett, Elsia and Hazel are the quintuplets. Hazel has always been a wild child. She will disappear for months or years on end. When they were in Africa, Amaria enjoyed her company.

Henry Crais (Brother): Henry, Landon, Everett, Elsia and Hazel are the quintuplets. Henry was killed a few years ago by poachers. Amaria still mourns his death and her chance of getting to know him better.

Christian Crais (Brother): Her and Christian are the closest. He was born 2 years ahead of her. They grew up together.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Benjamin Miller (Ex-Boyfriend): Amaria and Ben dated for a year until things got too serious for Ben. He was not ready for a commitment or to have kids. Amaria avoided him for years but they have slowly begun to rebuild their friendship.

Roy Allen (Interest): Amaria has been interested in Roy for sometime. She wants to be his number one but with his previous relationships and daughter, Amaria is unsure how it will work out between them.

Platonic Connections:

Chris Bialar (Old Friend): Amaria has known Chris all of her life and even chose to follow him to the US when he chose to take over his own pack.

Greer Finley (Best Friend): Their friendship goes beyond helping each other move, girls night out and always being there for each other. Greer is more like Amaria’s platonic soulmate. They’re perfect matches when it comes to being friends.

Carter Bialar (Good Friend): Carter is the son Amaria has yet to have and the little brother she probably won’t ever get, all in one package.

Anahita Mishra (Friend): Amaria was the first member of the pack to meet and greet Anahita. They became friends pretty quickly and have stayed that way.

Malia Agyeman (Running Buddy): Amaria loves running with Malia because she is the only other member in their pack that can try to keep up with her.

Kayla Silvestre (Friendly): Amaria doesn’t mind Kayla’s attitude and outlook on life but admires that she is trying by seeing a psychiatrist.

Miles King (Good Friend): Amaria loves the Creole language and the Haitian culture. Within the pack house it is their secret language together. Amaria knows about his past, as pack liaison, but keeps it to herself.

Hostile Connections:

Chris Shaw (Dislike): Chris stalked her on multiple occasions in both human and animal form. It annoys Amaria to no point that everytime she tries to talk to him about it he denies it completely.

Pets:

None

→ History Amaria was born and raised in Southern Africa with her parents, Blake and Hallie Crais, and 10 older siblings. She was the youngest of 11 and fought for individuality from the rest of her siblings and the rest of the members of their pack. She graduated from Panthera Falls High School, the local private cat animal shifter school in 1910 at 16 years old, where she was taught reading, spelling, language (Afrikaans, English, Xhosa and Zulu), history, arithmetic, geography, penmanship and handwriting. Amaria always wanted to learn what the boys did but instead she was taught manners and how to walk like a lady. Only the males and lionesses were taught to hunt in shifted and human form and daily lives as a shifter in Africa. Even while shifted her siblings and packmates would be extremely upset or disappointed when she outran the males in their community. Girls weren’t supposed to be faster than those males that provided for them. Chris Bialar, the son of the alpha, was the only one that didn’t share their views and encouraged Amaria to be her own person. Chris even convinced her to follow her dreams which were to be like Blake, her father. He was the pack liaison, lawyer and second. However, since her parents were paying for her continuing education, they sent her to become a teacher, even though she had planned on attending college to become a lawyer like Blake. To further insult her they had shot down her request to be trained as a liaison and had planned to marry her off once she returned from getting her teaching degree.

On her first night back in Africa, she had car troubles after leaving the airport and heading to the grassland where their pack was vacationing in their shifted forms, her car broke down. Amaria called, getting her mother, Hallie and her brother, Henry to agree to run over since they were the fastest in their shifted forms. They were to lead her back to their location. Amaria regrets the call to this day. She was still waiting by her car when she heard a familiar sound of gun fire. Frozen, her heart drop to her feet when she heard a familiar growl that echoed the dryland around her. It didn’t take long for her to shift, without getting undressed, ripping everything off her in the process, and running towards the growing growling and ringing gun shots. Hallie was still breathing, in a pool of her own blood while being skinned by poachers. Her older brother, Henry was running in circles, clearly shot, trying to get back to their mother. While she rushed at the man standing over her mother, she heard the final blow that caught Henry right between the eyes, and her mother shifted back to human form having taken her last breath and losing control of her shift. Amaria still went for his neck but everyone else stood in shock at the two human bodies that laid in front of them that were once cheetahs. For the most part the poachers scrambled to their jeeps, but Amaria was faster and angrier. She blacked out. The minutes turned into hours then days. It was nearly a week when they found her deep in the savannah. She refused to change back as she mourned. She even lashed out at everyone that came near. She wasn’t ready to go home to a broken family, that was mainly her fault. Chris was the only one with a death wish and courage to approach her in human form and offer her comfort. Not that they’ll ever speak of it, but Amaria changed back in the middle of the night in his arms.

The tragedy of losing her mother and sibling was a factor behind Amaria ultimately moving away from home when Chris chose to become the alpha of his own pack and move to America. She couldn’t face her family or pack and it was killing her inside. The transition was hard, but they eventually made it to New York during the Italian immigration rush in the 1920s. As they waited for other pack members to join them, they had disguised themselves as Italians and moved across New York trying to find a place for themselves. It took about 8 months for everyone that promised they would join under Chris to arrive. Everyone had agreed that New York wasn’t the place for them to start a pack and they started towards the West. When they crossed into New Jersey they were met with endless rat and nimble hostiles nearly resulting in the death of one of their own. They quickly transitioned into Pennsylvania, where they found multiple lone cat animal shifters and persuaded them to join their nomadic pack. Their next stop was West Virginia which was already occupied by a friendly cat pack. They took them in for a few months and suggested that they try the Midwest states or migrate into Canada. It took another few months, picking up a few stragglers along the way, until they arrived in Chicago, Illinois. They initially were headed to the Minnesota-Canada border, but instead experienced a large culture shock. It was just like New York, but they absolutely loved Chicago. Amaria had never met Human Shifters or Vampires before and there they were living together in the same city. Together and with the local shifter council they made Chicago their new home. Chris also granted a dream of hers by making her their pack liaison. → The Present Currently Amaria, Greer, and Chris are having discussions with the Jackals to create a university catered especially to the supernatural community. Zack Harris brought the idea to them a few months ago and they’re hoping to start looking for locations soon. Amaria is looking forward to the prospects of the university and bringing in more wayward supernaturals across the globe. More so, of what it could mean about having more supernaturals enroll their children in supernatural run grade schools since a large majority of them are homeschooled.

#Amaria Crais #Taken

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thisbytchfastyeet · 5 years

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Sonic vc: What’s a relationship?

It’s a type of ship, right? Nah I kid. By liking this ad you give me basic bitch rights! Bombarding you with memes and messages and other funsies.

1.) Acquaintance: BELIEVE IT OR NOT PEOPLE Speed O’ Sound Sonic actually has the knack for diplomacy. Well.. diplomacy would be the wrong word to use here. If he’s not hired to kill you or he doesn’t have a vendetta against you, then most likely he’ll come off as being really.. docile. Sorta not really giving a crap about who you are? But also not seeking your destruction either? Which is a good thing! Acquaintances are people he’s never met, people he meets on the streets or out in the woods while he’s training. He’ll probably share his food with them and idly chat until its back to killin’ he goes

2.) Friends: “Friendship” is not in his dictionary. Sonic doesn’t have friends. He doesn’t do friends. He doesn’t trust well enough to bother forming bonds. The only thing he trusts in is his abilities as a highly skilled ninja proficient in the art of espionage and m u r d e r. He is a product of the environment he grew up in. He was taught never to trust. Taught that friendship was a lie and making friends is bad mmkay. However, with enough development it is possible for him to sorta.. kinda.. maybe.. think someone is okay. Just okay! He won’t ever admit they’re friends. No! But he’ll come around like a stray cat and chill or pester your muse or whatever. You can expect constant break-ins and the invasion of space if, yanno... sorta kinda maybe possibly might think someone is cool

3.) Allies: The term “ally” is loosely used. An ally is a means to an end. It’s not permanent. If it just so happens that Sonic and another character are facing the same foe together then he’ll team up with said character in order to bring their opponent down. If he can work with Saitama (his canon rival) in order to eliminate a high ranking monster then he's able to consider another person as an “ally”. Doesn’t matter if he hates a character or not, if they prove useful to him then he’ll use them to reach his end goals!

4.) Enemies/Rivals: Im gonna go ahead and clump these two together for now since becoming his enemy and/or his rival is probably the most common thing to achieve? They’re kinda one in the same really. If a characters is strong enough to beat or humiliate him then they’re automatically his rival. If your muse is his rival he will not stop, he will not rest, he will not be at pace until he’s successfully eliminated them! His pride can’t allow someone to live who’s gotten the better of him, and his quest for their demise will further intensify if he consistently fails. He’ll go to extreme measures and do whatever it takes to bring your muse down. I should also warn that Sonic is obsessive. He’s persistent. He will stalk his enemy so if you’re not comfortable with this then I advise you to steer clear from this option ^^

5.) Lovers: hahahahahah no

6.) Sparring Partners: Sonic is always looking to better himself. He wants to become stronger. He seeks to hone his skills and techniques and create better strategies with which he can use to destroy his enemies! Typically he trains alone but on the rare occasion ( and if he deems a character worthy ) he’ll use someone to spar with.

7.) Strictly business: Sonic is skilled in more ways than one! He often forms contracts with high ranking individuals/bosses/businesses for a plethora of reasons and while under contract he takes his job very seriously. So long as the pay is good and he get paid on time he’ll carry out any job or dirty work his employer has for him

8.) Heroes/Villains: Tbh he despises them both. Heroes are a bunch of fools seeking attention and villains are no better. Sonic is very much a lone wolf in the matter who never takes sides in anything he does unless he’s getting paid or unless it benefits him. If a villain tries to recruit him he’ll tell them off. If a hero tries to bring him in he’ll defeat and possibly mock them once they’re beaten. He doesn’t have the time for the whole “good” and “bad” nonsense. He’s too busy making gains. If your muse is either one of these consider them on Sonic’s don’t interact list >:3 but also consider interacting with Sonic

9.) Misc: Do you have other ideas? Lets plot!

#「❛✵I NEED TO RETREAT FOR NOW AND FIND A WEAPON | OOC」#isola rp ad #this is half assed thrown together sjthjksht i'll revise it once i have more time

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years

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The Sex Contract - Chapter 12

Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst

Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)

A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL

Chapter 12 – Kaia’s POV.

Kaia stood in front of the team members she had been working closely with and played with her bracelets nervously, wondering just how much she knew about each individual. Ever since Kaia had decided to tell the entire team about her second job that morning, she had been experiencing several emotions, one being guilt. Kaia never expected that her friendship with Changmin would ever amount to anything since it was so secretive in existence on its own. As she looked back over the time of being friends with the superstar, Kaia realised they had both been incredibly reckless. All it took was a photograph together, and with how Changmin had explained it to her a while ago, someone of his status would usually be followed. Kaia knew her luck had run out now.

“What is it Kai, you’re kind of scaring me,” Keith finally piped up out of the sea of expectant faces and she tried to pull herself together. “Has something bad happened?”

She nodded.

“Are you okay?!” Sungra immediately questioned, her dark eyes filling with concern. Kaia felt the guiltiest towards her, wondering how she would fix their friendship if Sungra took her news badly.

Minah stepped forward and placed a hand on Kaia’s shoulder reassuringly. “Are you leaving the team? You’re an asset to us Kaia, so I really hope its nothing like that.”

“I have been the worst person.” Kaia looked weakly around at the faces, all of them stunned that she had started speaking. “I have taken all of your friendship for granted and enjoyed your openness with me but I haven’t been open about everything in my life.”

Kaia watched as Keith and Abby exchanged glances and then shook their heads as if to stop her. She chose to ignore their protest and took another deep breath as Sungra looked at her, hurt evident in her dark gaze.

“I have a second job, and its one that I have kept to myself because of the implications it brings to this office-”

“Is it illegal?” Minah interrupted and Kaia shook her head. “What kind of implications then?”

“I work for an Entertainment company teaching English to idols,” Kaia finally announced and gasps filled the otherwise silent room. “I kept it from you all because I didn’t want to be seen as someone biased, though personally, I’ve never written anything to over exaggerate any idol.”

Sungra looked at Kaia coldly for a moment and nodded her head. “It’s SM Entertainment, isn’t it?”

“H-how did you know?” Kaia stuttered, and the room filled with more shocked noises.

“You work with Eunhyuk-oppa?!” Hyurin asked and Kaia grimaced, nodding lightly. “Can you please give him my phone number?!”

“Oh, and SHINee! Is Key as high maintenance and naggy as he appears on variety shows?!”

“Ladies,” Minah called out, silencing the bustling talking. “This is probably one of the reasons why Kaia felt compelled to keep this from us. Have you no dignity?”

“I have to go,” a small voice said and Kaia darted her focus back to Sungra. She rushed towards the exit and Kaia followed after her, screaming her name as she hurried down the flight of stairs. Sungra paused at the door and looked up at Kaia, tears forming in her eyes. “Please just let me have space. I will talk to you when I feel like I can. Right now, I’m wondering who my best friend truly is. And it has nothing to do with who works in that building but the reasons behind why you never told me.”

Sungra stepped out into the street then and Kaia watched for a moment before heading back up the stairs slowly. Everyone looked at her return and she shook her head softly. Keith came up and slung his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry Kai; she’ll not stay mad for long.”

“She’s not mad, she’s hurt.”

“She’ll come around, she always does though,” Abby assured and Kaia nodded, going back over to the group.

Minah cleared her throat. “Kaia, my office please.”

Kaia followed the woman down to the small room, sliding the door shut behind her. The older woman sat down at her desk and regarded Kaia for a moment. “I’m sorry for not informing you of this.”

“It must have been hard to keep it secret,” she said and Kaia nodded. “How long now?”

“I think it’s nearly eleven months.”

“Is there a particular reason you decided to share the information now?” she wondered and Kaia nodded again, hoping her idea would come across as a realistic opportunity.

“I have been given the chance to join TVXQ over in Japan for their TONE promotions. I won’t need any expenses to be paid for, just your permission to go and be a VIP reporter for Korea Star.” Kaia bit her lip gently in hopes Minah would agree.

“Does SME know you work here?”

“I believe they did a full background check on my enlistment into the company. They also are aware I write under a pen name.”

Minah seemed thoughtful. “Are you willing to take responsibility for anything you write?”

“I am.”

“Including writing the article under your real name? How we never picked up the fact you were the English teacher they employed who was good friends with Shim Changmin, I don’t-” She stopped her train of thought and let a knowing smile curl her lips up. “You have done the best to your ability to keep this secret to the point you ensured we wouldn’t discover you here.”

“I feel bad for taking the deliberate steps to not be uncovered. I didn’t want to be seen as a biased member of this team,” Kaia answered honestly and Minah chuckled.

“I will allow this trip, so long as you bring me the best news possible, and before the other news companies who we normally translate from. And that you write it all under your real name.”

Kaia cringed. “Is that last stipulation really necessary?”

“It’s the only reason I’ll let you come back to your job,” she replied and Kaia swallowed, Minah staring at her with a complicated expression. “You have no idea why I said that, but you’ll realise it in time.”

Changmin had been so excited Kaia was going along to Japan, that he booked her flight immediately. Three days went by and still she hadn’t heard from Sungra, despite leaving at least fifty messages on her phone and email, even going around to her apartment for an hour without luck. Earlier in the morning, Kaia had returned to slip a note under her door explaining what best she could and of her whereabouts for the next three weeks. She then made her way to the airport with luggage in tow, wondering if she’d be able to get to the hotel she was staying at without getting lost. Kaia was panicking over her zero understanding of Japanese minus Konnichiwa and Arigatou, and realised she and Changmin hadn’t really thought this plan out as well.

All the same, Kaia boarded the plane when her flight was called over the intercom system and followed the other passengers onto it. She went to continue into economy but the stewardess stopped her, taking the ticket again and shaking her head.

“Miss, your seat is back up in first class.”

“It is?!” Kaia squeaked in astonishment, allowing the stewardess to direct her to the right seat. After thanking her distractedly, she sat down in the chair and blinked a few times. Pulling down the tray in front of her, Kaia ceased all movement when she noted the huge screen and assorted luxuries of the seat, before closing it back up hastily to pinch her arm. Letting out a yelp, Kaia shook her arm and accidentally bumped the person now beside her, bowing lightly despite his back being turned to her. Going back to her thoughts, Kaia barely noticed they were already in the air until she heard the seatbelt bell go off.

“Why on earth did he get me a first class ticket? Just because he lives a life of jet setting, did he think I would feel comfortable in amongst all these businessmen?” she mumbled to herself, pondering the idea and pulling a face. Kaia decided she wouldn’t play with anything out of stubbornness and the fact that she felt too far out of her depth. Folding her arms across her chest dramatically, Kaia cringed as she somehow bumped the man beside her again. “So much for heaps of space.”

“I never expected you to complain so much.”

“Well, its just completely unorthodox for me to be sitting here,” Kaia answered immediately and scowled at the chair in front of her.

“Could you imagine me back in economy with my long legs? You’re joking with me, right?” the person beside her continued and Kaia rolled her eyes and then let out a small scream, his hand covering her mouth so it became muffled. “Ugh, do you really have to make such a scene?”

Kaia’s eyes grew wide as Changmin rolled over to face her properly; his hair covered in a hat and hoodie that also shielded his face. She pushed his hand away from her mouth and then beat him with her own, his cries disturbing the older couple in front of them. After giving an apologetic smile to them both, Kaia leant towards the boy. “What are you doing here?!”

“I decided to be a nice friend, is this the thanks I get for jumping planes?”

“You’re supposed to be on the jet right now!” Kaia hissed back and he shrugged, picking up his iPod and fiddling with his playlists. “What if your fans saw you change?”

“I look like this, how could they?”

Kaia gave him an incredulous look. “You look completely like an idol. Who else tries too hard to hide in public? It’s just a complete giveaway.”

“Stop complaining, I did this for you because I knew you’d be worried about arriving in Japan and getting lost,” he spat back and she softened her expression, noting how uncomfortable it made him. “Don’t get too overwhelmed. Can we just enjoy the flight together?”

“Thank you,” Kaia said honestly and rearranged herself in the chair. Changmin placed one of his earbuds in his ear and offered the other to her, which made Kaia smile. Listening as Muse sounded through the device, she smiled up at Changmin and his ability to calm her nerves. Kaia wondered if she was able to offer anything to the tall Korean like he seemed to whenever she needed it.

With this thought in mind, Kaia hoped that she would be able to help Changmin with his dilemma of Kaori Kimura. It was the least she could do.

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carethedog · 3 years

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Why Does My Dog Have to Sleep Touching Me?

You might head to your bedroom after an extended , stressful day, and wonder why your dog is sprawled sideways across your bed, asleep . Why do they enforce resting those paws on an equivalent pillow your head lies on every night? Maybe there couldn’t be anything easier to you than a warm, furry creature huddled accessible your side and you're taking your dog abreast of that invitation.

However, in some cases our dogs approach us and begin laying down and sleeping on us or next to us within the weirdest sleeping positions. Sometimes, the straightforward security offered by knowing our dogs are resting safely at our feet is all we'd like . But what are the possible reasons behind your dog sleeping while touching you? Let’s dive in.

Why Your Dog Sleeps So on the brink of You First of all, let’s mention your pet’s desire to sleep in your room. Why would he prefer your bedroom to mention , the additional space provided by the front room couch? Why would he rather have a crowded bed during a smaller bedroom as against a couch during a large front room all to himself? Dog sleeps on the carpet next to a lady while touching her. Imagine a pack of untamed wolves for a moment , resting comfortably in their cozy little den. It isn’t far more than a hole within the ground, or alittle cave. Solve Behavior Problems This is a modal window.The media playback was aborted thanks to a corruption problem or because the media used features your browser didn't support. This cozy little den offers a convenient shake unknown dangers which will lurk call at the open. Not only does it provide consistent, reliable shelter, but it's also enclosed on three sides and simply guarded. Wolf cubs grew up calling this small den-enclosure home, feeling safe and secure while father, and sometimes mother, would search for food. Wolves, and their ultimately descending dogs, are social animals and like the security and security of social contact. Your bedroom may be a lot sort of a wolf den, only on a bigger scale. Your dog feels the natural instinct to sleep on the brink of you because he or she feels safe and secure. What about sleeping on your bed right next to you then? Why does your dog always need to be either touching or very on the brink of you, rather than choosing his own space? Once again, all you've got to try to to is consider natural wolf behavior so as to know this desire. When they are very young pups, warmth is completely vital for survival. These tiny pups will sleep huddled against both one another and mama all night, waiting until about 8 weeks to even venture outside the den in the least . You are the leader of your pet’s group and therefore the head of the family. You ensure safety and security or a minimum of provide that feeling. You also give off body heat, and your bed is both soft and cozy . You may even have a pup who likes to burrow under your covers Why Does My Dog Sleep on Me and Not My Husband? Sometimes, dogs choose one person over another thanks to familiarity and comfortability. Is it possible that you simply spend longer around your dog while your husband is, for instance , away at work? Have you known your dog longer, and does one spend longer playing/training (with subsequent rewards) during the day? Any dog enthusiast knows dogs have a really common sense of smell, but not everyone knows how extreme this sense really is. Your dog is in a position to discern individual components of the perfume you would possibly be wearing, also as several chemicals the glands everywhere our bodies secrete. Your dog might prefer you to your husband, or the other way around , based upon your scent. Dogs can read our visual communication extremely well, often better than we do ourselves. this is often a natural method of communication for them and doesn’t require much thought on their part. What is different about your body language? Emotional cues might also be spoken words to them. Why Does My Dog Sleep At My Feet? One theory involves protection. Wild wolves needed to get on guard in the least times, so why wouldn’t dogs inherit this instinct? A placement at your feet provides a robust strategic defense or a minimum of affords the power to note any potential danger easily. When we hug our pets or roll in the hay our arms

draped over them, they could feel as if they’ve lost their defensive ability to escape or retreat. Even though there won't be any quite rational danger, some dogs instinctively don’t wish to feel confined while others happily enter their crate. Your dog might search for a cooler spot to sleep, which isn’t necessarily right next to your torso/core. Sleeping at your feet still affords protection. Dog sleeps next to the owner on the ground while being covered by a blanket. Some claim older puppies will naturally sleep either at their mother’s tail or to the side in an attempt to avoid being rolled on. Many humans, especially children, want to sleep cuddled with their arms draped over their furry pet. While younger dogs or puppies seem to prefer this, it tends to form adult dogs uncomfortable more often than not. Unless trained otherwise, most dogs naturally want to avoid direct eye contact which frequently means keeping a healthy distance from our human faces. Your dog might lick your face and even tolerate an owner’s kisses, but this features a different meaning for our pets. To understand why simply look again back at nature. Many animals, especially larger predatory animals, will use their mouths as weapons. 6 Dog Sleeping Positions With Their Owner How exactly does your dog roll in the hay you? are you able to count all of the various positions you’ve seen your dog sleeping in? To our pets, dog sleeping positions often mean quite simple comfort. have you ever ever wondered what your pet could also be gaining out of a particular sleeping position? Cuddled Inbetween Legs This can mean two separate things. First, your dog feels comfortable, secure, and safe huddled next to you and therefore the body warmth you provide. Second, this position with the rear most exposed helps hide those vulnerable areas to injury and also provides warmth while allowing your dog to hide his nose together with his bushy tail (one reason northern breeds do this). On Back, Paws within the Air Your dog is perhaps seeking a cooler position to sleep. In many breeds, the belly isn’t covered with an equivalent amount of fur. Dog sleeps on his back with the paws within the air while being on the owner's belly. This is a really vulnerable position for dogs, so your pet would need to be very comfortable. In the wild, many predators will attack their opponent’s neck, and it's difficult to defend from that position. My female Rottweiler (who loves cuddling) rarely shows her belly, but is completely comfortable with it when sleeping. That being said, she’s never on her back when she’s sleeping on me. Under the Blanket Your pet might just simply be feeling cold, and it's easier underneath the blanket. If your pet feels secure enough in your home to dispense with any caution, there's no reason to get on guard. Most dogs aren’t actually thinking ‘I got to protect this room at night’, but rather feeling the instinctive urge. Depending on how you’ve raised your dog, he or she might feel you’ve adopted the role of protector and there's no reason for him/her to. You are allowed to sleep underneath the blanket. Maybe this is often an edge useful , and sleeping underneath it's almost sort of a privilege. On Your Neck/Face This is far more common in younger puppies. we will theorize that because young pups haven’t yet developed any quite fear response or caution, they need no reason to fear your teeth. On a side note, this is often a perfect time to start socialization training for that reason. This is a wierd new environment, and your puppy also simply wants to be on the brink of you. Puppies aren’t large enough to require on a protective role. On your Pillow Upon returning to your bedroom, does one constantly find your dog on your pillow? He must know you're getting to make him move, so why do that at all? Consider the apparent comfort that a pillow provides, compared to a mattress. it might be sort of a fluff of air the dimensions of your dog’s body. Your pillow carries your scent. you would possibly leave tiny skin cells

thereon nightly , and therefore the scent, generally , may offer comfort. I even have a piece of writing dedicated to why your dog loves sleeping on your pillow. Studies exist that do show the pleasure center of a dog’s brain is stimulated by these scents. Our dogs will often want to remain as on the brink of these scents as possible. Rationalizing dog behavior supported decisions a person's might make is usually an error since dogs often don’t use the reasoning we do. That being said, sleeping at the top of your bed might sound just like the most precious spot because you're the leader of this family which is your spot. Sprawled Across the Bed Your dog doesn’t exactly understand the concept of space (when it involves stuff like this), and easily plan to choose comfort. Sprawling out flat offers your pup an opportunity to chill down, or a minimum of not overheat. Let me skills your dog likes to sleep. Our furry companions can assume the stranger sleeping positions, that’s needless to say .

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Hey everyone, we got tagged by @localmutantlesbian in this mutant ask thing so here we go (as always Z will be using bolded font and Vex will use italics and if we’re both saying it it’ll be both bolded and in italics, just so ya know who’s who in our answers if ya don’t wanna read our names every time). Here we go!

1. What’s your codename/mutant name?

Z: I can’t decide honestly, I’ve considered something simple like “Shifter” and crazy shit like “Dragon Queen” but they’ve all been shot down so far either by me or by Prof.X or one of the other Profs or my friends for being lame

V: This is a question I hate because I totally would’ve gone with like “Multiple Girl” but Multiple Man has that and they won’t let me pick something in a dead or nerd language (even though I think it’d be super cool) so I also don’t have one. We don;t go into the field much yet though so it doesn’t really matter yet.

2. Age?

Z: 19 going on 20, birthday is in May

V: Same except my birthday is in June

3. Gender and pronouns?

Z: Genderfluid with a current lean towards nonbinary so they/them or she/her or he/him all work for me, I don’t really care

V: Genderqueer, They/Them or She/Her please

4. What is your mutation(s)?

Z: Shapeshifting and mild hydrokinesis and is ADHD a mutation? Cause I swear it gives me superpowers

V: Creating multiples of myself and enhanced strength, speed, and senses. And yeah ADHD should definitely count as a power.

5. Are you a member of any mutant group (X-Men, The Mutant Underground, The Brotherhood of Mutants, Morlocks, etc)?

Z: X-Men in training at Xavier's (But I have friends in The Brotherhood)

V: Ditto

6. Got any physical mutations?

Z: Yeah, although mine are mostly by choice seeing as I’m a shapeshifter. I’m fond of my claws and fangs and tails and scales and horns and freaky eyes for everyday use

V: Nope, not really.

7. When did your powers manifest?

Z: Around 13

V: 12 and a half

8. What is your favourite thing about your powers?

Z: Everything. I love my powers, I love that I can be anything and do anything if I put my mind to it. It makes me who I am honestly, I don’t know who I’d be without my powers. Hell I’d probably have killed myself if my powers hadn’t manifested when they did I hated myself so much back then. Of course being at Xavier’s and meeting V and my other friends helped too. But yeah I love my powers and how they make me feel.

V: Ditto honestly, my powers help me learn so much and so much faster than I used to be able to, the focus I gain from my clones alone is a life saver when I have to do anything I find boring (which is a lot because Inattentive ADHD sucks royally). The enhanced senses and stuff are pretty awesome too, nothing better than losing your favorite pen under a couch and being able to lift the couch over your head ta get it back. I wouldn’t trade my powers for anything in the world.

9. Biggest pet peeve related to being a mutant?

Z: Assholes being assholes to us, assholes who only approve of human-passing mutants who think we should be grateful they even tolerate that much, not being able to find good shapeshifter friendly clothing that still looks cool and comes in plus sizes, and uppity fuckwad mutants who judge others on powers or looks or anything else because god dammit we need to stick together and support each other. I could go on because I have a lot but I won’t or this’ll take forever.

V: The asshole issues that Z pointed out but also when my powers go outta control cause I lose my cool or something and I have ta calm down ta find control again and it’s really hard, or when I sneeze cause of allergies and I accidentally sneeze a clone out...it’s embarrassing. Also accidentally hurting people with my enhanced strength....I hate that too

10. Ever been to space or another dimension?

Z: Yeah by accident.....it involved tequila....lots of tequila....

V: Nope

11. Do you wear a costume (BE HONEST)

Z: Sorta? I have ta make a lot of my own clothes cause of my physical mutations and shapeshifting so sometimes they come out looking very costumey and I am fond of leather which doesn’t help. I guess my battle gear counts? Loose black cargo pants (need all the pockets for gadgets and snacks cause shapeshifting requires a fuckton of calories and effort), black tank top (lightweight body armor actually but designed ta look like a tank top), arm warmers (again armor, they cover from my wrists to halfway up my upper arm, they’re also black). black leather fingerless gloves, combat boots (with knives hidden in the toes, also black except I change the laces all the time cause I like making them funky colors and designs), and a black leather weapons belt that holds at least one stun gun, two daggers/medium sized knives, and in some cases a sword because I like it. All of it’s like....well for lack of a better term...enchanted ta survive my shifts (including into dragon form) so it doesn’t rip or tear or anything. Apparently when I shift it kinda just disappears into a pocket dimension and then reappears on me when I shift back...I dunno how it works, ask Scarlet Witch she hooked me up. And by the way the weapons are because sometimes if I’m too drained ta shift I gotta go hand-to hand.

V: Yeah kinda, it’s my battle gear too. Navy cargo pants (I keep extra snacks for Z), black t-shirt, black wrist guards, black boots with purple laces and skulls and stuff painted on them, purple weapons belt holding a stun gun, throwing knives (like a frick ton, I also store more in my pants), more knives of varying sizes, smoke bombs (great for sneak attacks, just throw to confuse enemy and then attack from all sides with clones. I have flash bombs too), and a couple different versions of brass knuckles, and then I wear opaque black sunglasses too because I like them. Oh and yes my shirt is body armor like Z’s is of course, and my boots are steel toe.

12. Are you a minority in another way (race, gender, disability, etc)?

Z: Genderfluid Panromantic Demisexual who’s got mad depression, anxiety, ADHD, and fainting spells and I’m Polyamorous

V: Genderqueer, Queer in general, demisexual and polyamorous also with severe anxiety as well as dsycalculia and ADHD

13. Coolest power you’ve seen?

Z: I love Storm’s powers, but Scarlet Witch is pretty cool too

V: I concur with Storm but I’m also fond of Z’s powers cause watching your friend turn into a dragion is really cool

14. Favourite mutant artist?

Z: Dunno

V: Ditto

15. How would your friends describe you?

Z: Loud, proud, queer as fuck, angry, musical, a water baby, a literal and metaphorical dragon, bad influence, pun queen, kind of insane, kinky, and V’s shoulder devil/inner crazy bitch.

V: Quiet, secretly vindictive, punk af, dorky, wordy, easily distracted, helpful, accidental group therapist, mom friend, and Z’s conscience/shoulder angel.

16. Enhanced/powered person you most want to meet?

Z: Deadpool, I always miss him when he visits and it sucks

V: Spiderman......I just think he seem really cool

17. Feelings about mutant registration?

Z: No, just no. That’s how they end up rounding us up and killing us all. If it’s an operation run by us mutants ourselves as a way to work together and support each other and offer aid to mutants and help mutant youth who’ve been kicked out of their homes and stuff like that then sure. But not some government list of us all, fuck no.

V: Yeah ditto on that.

18. #MutantandProud or #WeWantACure?

Z&V: #MutantandProud

Z&V: Again unless it’s something regulated by mutants for mutants, no. Because it should be a mutants choice whether or not they want their powers because some people get royally screwed and end up with powers they hate because they are dangerous or something like that. It shouldn’t be something the government or anyone else can decide, it should always be the mutants individual choice.

19. How did you choose your codename?

Z: Don’t have one yet but when I do choose it’ll probably be like...by throwing darts at a bunch of names I like or a coin flip or something

V: Don’t have one yet, I’ll tell you how I chose it when I figure one out.

20. OPTIONAL: what caused your powers to manifest?

Z: Got mad, grew talons and fangs and scales cause I was reading about mythological creatures earlier, was not pretty. It happened when I was alone though so that was a plus. (I was mad because of a text from my boyfriend at the time). The hydrokinesis thing I figured out after I got to Xavier’s...was outside in the courtyard....got catcalled by some asshole student....wished I could dump water on his head....fountain water flew up and over and dumped gallons on his head....it was awesome.

V: I sneezed at the dinner table and three clones shot out of me....the strength and speed stuff I figured out at school in gym class when suddenly I was kicking ass at track and field after always sucking at it my whole life....The senses I figured out when I could hear waaaayyyyy too much noise everywhere and everything smelled waaayyy too strong and suddenly I could see without my glasses (yeah I used ta have and need glasses, I don’t anymore but if I did they’d be cats-eye style like a vintage librarian because reasons).

Tagging: We’re not really sure who ta tag so if you wanna do it then feel free ta do it and tag us!

(And thank you again to @localmutantlesbian for tagging us! We loved doing this!)

~Mod Z

~Mod Vex

P.S Wanna know more about us? Check out our previous “Meet the Mods” posts or check out our “Meet the Mods” page on the blog!

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Artemisia Sabatini is known today as one of the most well-known female artist of the 90s and 2000s. Her strong, politically charged pieces aim to make the viewer think about the social norms that our society takes for granted. Sabatini is praised for her honesty in-regards to depicting the female form and how that form fits into society. This focus on women’s relationship with the world around them is what pegged Sabatini as a self-proclaimed feminist. Although being a Caucasian female, Sabatini was aware of the injustices that were infecting women from all backgrounds. This self-awareness separated her from the rest of the feminists at the time who mainly focused on the equality of white women, disregarding women of color.

Now 57, Artemisia lives in both Italy and New York City. She continues to make great works of art and is also a popular public speaker. Artemisia Angelo Sabatini was born on July 20th, 1960, in the province of southern Italy known as Abruzzo.

Sabatini’s mother, Ludovica, was a single mother who raised her only daughter all by herself. Artemisia’s late father, Angelo, never got to meet his baby girl. 5 months before Artemisia was born, a fire broke out in his place of work, a pizza shop, and he was unable to make it out alive. Ludovica, however, was able to provide for her and her daughter even without a husband, which was a great accomplishment for a woman in Italy at this time. Ludovica was a well-known tailor in Abruzzo and created her own business; this shop was a place for women who had no male counterpart to help them financially get a job and provide for themselves and their families. Artemisia has commented on this by saying, “My mother has always been my guiding light. She was the best at what she did and everyone knew it. But she never was cocky or let her accomplishments overwhelm her ego. I grew up dreaming about growing older and being just like my mother; not in every aspect of course, but I prayed that I would inherit her drive, determination and perseverance.” Artemisia spent her childhood not only helping her mother with her business, but also attended first and secondary school. She eventually became known as one of the smartest young adults in her class. In addition to her strong abilities in academics she also showed exceptional talent in the arts. Ludovica was not only a tailor but an artist as well so In addition to Artemisia’s school courses, her mother trained her in the arts. Sabatini has always been open about her sexuality. The artist has made it clear that women should not be ashamed of having lust or feeling sexually liberated. This sexual journey began at the age of 13. She explains this budding sexuality by explaining, “When I was a child, I always loved women. The curves of the women who worked for my mother entranced me when I was just 7 years old. I would see them dressing and undressing and notice myself feeling unusual admiration for their bodies. Of-course these thoughts were to be kept to myself; my mother is a traditional catholic Italian woman; I understand her disdain to free sexuality but I do wish she could understand MY side.” This intense sex drive caused Sabatini to get into a lot of trouble with her mom. However, this conflict never hindered ludovica’s love for her daughter. Although she was traditional, she believed that women should be allowed to have sex before marriage. Artemisia would eventually come out as being a bisexual woman in her famous exhibition “Modern Venus” held at the MoMA in 1995. As she got older, Sabatini realized this fascination with the female form was not only admiration but also lust. When she was 17 Artemisia and her best friend, since childhood, Aurora, started developing feelings for one another. Quickly, their crush turned into full-fledged love. For over a year the two of them dated seriously, but completely in secret. Artemisia has commented on this relationship and has called aurora her “first and favorite muse”. Unfortunately, after graduation from secondary school, On June 30th, 1978, Aurora and her family disappeared without a trace. It was later discovered that her father once had relations with the mafia in Napoli many years prior. This relationship likely caused the disappearance but they have yet to be found. Heartbroken, Artemisia, at the age of 19, in 1979, Artemisia chose Rome as an escape. Rome and the Vatican City were home to works by great masters from the renaissance and Sabatini thought she should channel her sadness into something constructive. So, she decided to venture to Rome and study these masterpieces, hoping to get better at her practice. Thankfully, Artemisia had a cousin who lived in Rome. The two of them lived in a small but comfortable apartment together. Artemisia got a job as a waitress in the restaurant that was below her apartment. She spent her weeks working in the day and sketching at night. And on the weekends, she woke up early and spent almost the whole day drawing; whether it was out in nature or in a museum gallery, Sabatini was determined to improve her artistic skill. In 1982, Sabatini’s paintings were hung up in a local gallery in Rome. After being on display for only 2 months, the artist’s works were already beginning to get recognition from newspapers and art critics in the area. In April of 1983, a well-known Italian-American artist by the name of Alfonso Giotto took interest in Sabatini’s work. He offered her a job back in his studio in New York City. At first, Sabatini was reluctant to leave her home country and most importantly her mother. However, after much contemplation and a heartfelt conversation with her magistrate, Sabatini decided to take the opportunity. Sabatini and Giotto quickly formed a romantic relationship when they arrived in NYC. He respected her individuality and her fiery personality. Giotto helped Sabatini get into the right crowd and gain an audience. After about 2 years as his assistant in his studio, however, Artemisia felt that she needed to focus on her individual work. Although Giotto seemed to be an advanced and understanding man, he found this to be a selfish gesture. He wanted her to stay under his wing instead of out in the open with him in the background. Many found this to be an obvious result of fear; fear that a woman could become as famous as him. This conflict ended with Sabatini and Giotto ending both their work and personal relationships. When living on her own after separating with Giotto, Artemisia created some of her most celebrated pieces. This is when, as she puts it, “I found who I was as an artist. I had always looked up to these male painters and art creators…from Da’Vinci to Warhol, the art scene has always been dominated by men. And when I was finally self-sufficient I realized this truth and so I began really creating what was in my heart, not what was expected of me”. Sabatini had already gained public interest by being associates with Giotto. She used these connections to her advantage and began getting her work, solely her work, out into the art scene in NYC. In 1987, Sabatini showed one of her most controversial pieces, “Does my anatomy offend you, sir?”. This was a 4 foot by 8-foot painting of a nude woman with her organs spilling out; her heart in one hand and her uterus in another. This piece immediately caught the attention of artists and art critics everywhere, due to the sheer honesty and grotesque reality Sabatini was exhibiting. Because of the publicity and overwhelming positive response from this piece, Sabatini was invited to hang it in the MoMA. This sparked a major following for the artist and she quickly became known as one of the only honest female artists of the time.

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Reading this make me cry😢😢😢😢😢😢...so damn proud of my girls!!!!!

[TRANS] http://bit.ly/2uQ024a [SNSD 10TH ANNIVERSARY ①] All 8…Why Did Only ‘Soshi’ Survive,credit ch0sshi

“The road SNSD walked will become history for K-POP girl groups.”

SNSD will be celebrating their 10th anniversary on August 5th, the nation’s longest-running, active girl group. SNSD is living up to their name as the nation’s top girl group by being listed as the number 1 group in Billboard’s top 10 list of 'K-Pop Girl Groups of the Past Decade (Critic’s Picks)’.

2nd generation groups that debuted in 2007 divided into three parts with Wonder Girls and KARA alongside SNSD, but only SNSD survived.

SNSD was ambitiously put forth by SM Entertainment, the company who discovered the representative group for first generation idols, H.O.T. The history of idols in Korea goes back over 20 years following H.O.T’s debut in 1996, and SNSD occupies half of that.

Professionals agree that SNSD is an unprecedented group, as girl groups do not last a long time, and that is considered matter of fact.

Pop music critic Kim Yoon Ha said, “SNSD is a rare group in K-POP, where girl groups are considered to having a short lifespan. Contracts between the company and artist lasts for a maximum of 7 years. Maintaining this for 10 years has meaning and is symbolic.”

Editor-in-chief for idol webzine 'Idology’ and pop music critic Moon Yong Min also stated, “There are almost no girl groups that celebrate their 10th anniversary. Being able to carry on the 'girl’ title until their late-20s in itself has a deep meaning.”

-Why did only SNSD survive

Regarding SNSD, SM confidently said, “This is the nation’s first completed girl group, brought together by all of SM’s planning from casting-training-producing-management.

In order to bring each member’s singing, dancing, acting, and language all together, members received various training, at the longest, 7 years, and for an average of 5 years. We put our heart and soul into this from the stages of forming the members.”

Professionals also agreed with these things. Critic Kim Yoon Ha said, “Korea’s biggest entertainment company, SM, also plays a part in SNSD’s 10th anniversary. The quality control was done well.”

SM’s producing also stands out. SNSD’s debut single 'Into the New World’, released on August 5, 2007, was assessed as having maximized the image the general public has for girl groups in terms of music, performance, and visuals.

Their self-titled official album, 'Girls’ Generation’, released the same year in November, was also the same. Remaking Lee Seung Chul’s big hit from 1989, which also has the same name as their group name, 'Girls’ Generation’, was brilliant.

Critic Moon Yong Min said, “The fact that girl group idols who put forth the 'girl [image/title]’ reached their 10th anniversary hold a deep meaning. Each and everything that SNSD promotes from now on will become history for K-POP girl groups.”

One thing that’s different between 2nd generation girl groups, like SNSD, and 1st generation girl groups, like S.E.S and Fin.K.L, is the former took on the role of Hallyu advancement.

SNSD gained lots of popularity in Japan with their 'alpha girl’ image from, not only their visuals and musical capabilities, but also from their confidence and enthusiasm.

Critic Moon Yong Min chose the title song from SNSD’s 4th mini album, 'Mr. Mr.’, released in February of 2014, as one that had that image compressed into it the most. The narrator is a girl in love, but it’s a song that has the active demeanor of leading a guy.

Critic Moon stated, “If you compare SNSD with girl groups who debuted around the same time, they have a strong image of an ambitious, confident female college student who grew up comfortably. 'Mr. Mr.’ seems to praise and flatter the guy, but it’s actually about telling the guy to become someone who suits the girl.”

They don’t just put forth their visuals and performance, but their music also plays a role. 'I Got A Boy’ from their 4th official album, released in January of 2013, had a really complicated structure and was judged as an innovative song at the time.

Pop music critic Lee Dae Hwa stated, “It’s amazing that they’ve been able to keep their place on top for 10 years with dance music, when those trends change quickly. They weren’t the best every time, but the music itself was good and they put out a good concept along with it. There was a girl group craze starting at the end of 2000, that contributed to the flow going on for a long time.”

Of course, there was also a crisis. In 2014 Jessica left the group and they had to reorganize as from 9 members to 8. However, because “the members had strong desires to uphold the group” (critic Moon Yong Min), they were able to tie things up well.

In her interview with W magazine, which SNSD decorated the August cover for, Sunny said, “Everyone had their own slumps like when they went through puberty, and and we experienced group difficulties together. I think the thing that helped at times like that was each other.”

-The 8 members’ growth

SNSD was able to become a long-running girl group because of the group as well as how each of the members have developed. Each were able to take advantage of their own personalities and positive traits, each of the 8 members were able to gain big recognition.

With her superior singing skills, main vocal Taeyeon had her solo album and took part in various drama OSTs, making a place for herself as a strong artist. Sunny has been showing her talents on variety shows with her cheerful charms.

Tiffany, whose eye smiles is one of her charms, is active with her language skills and global music sense. Hyoyeon has her great dance skills and hearty personality. Yuri’s innocent and cheerfulness appeals to both men and women.

Sooyoung has good sense and is thought of as a new fashionista. Yoona, who is beautiful to the point of being called the standard of girl group centers, is active as an acting-[i]dol in her drama 'The King Loves’. The youngest, Seohyun, received acknowledgement for her singing and acting through the musicals 'Gone With the Wind’ and 'Mamma Mia!’.

SNSD also attempted quite a few things with things like the TTS unit group with their vocals, Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Seohyun, doing music with a different color from SNSD’s.

SM said, “When the members are doing their group and individual activities, their personalities are clear, and SNSD appealed in various areas. That played a role in SNSD being able to go on for a long time.”

SM said they carefully watched over them during their singing, dancing, acting, and language training before they debuted.

“We picked up on what each member was particularly good at during that process. The vocal member focused SNSD-TaeTiSeo unit promoted successfully. When the members released their solo albums, we took each of their vocal styles, performance skills, and visuals into consideration.

For members who had a talent in acting, we let them build up their acting experiences through lessons from their early debut days. We’re going to continue showing good appearances of the members individual advantages through musicals, variety shows, and other things.”

Critic Kim Yoon Ha said, “Each of the members characters are unique and their abilities were expressed well. This was refined individually and as a group the past 10 years.”

#girls generation #snsd #im yoon ah #yoona #yuri #sooyoung #seohyun #tiffany #taeyeon #hyoyeon #sunny #happy 10th anniversary

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Week 4

Extended Research & Questionnaire.

Questionnaire:

The Ultimate Rush Munro’s Experience

Interview 1: Brett

Emotive: Journey

1. Horse and carriage, a white horse, fancy carriage, dusk.

2. By himself on the carriage, during transport saw cobblestones, felt quite old and traditional

3. The destination was “like a market” taste testing. The average age of 30.

4. An older person wearing a white suit approached. Activity was trying multiple flavours to see which was the most popular, competitive aspect.

Interview 2: Renee

Emotive: Journey

1. Waiting at home

2. Picked up in a Corvette V8, dark blue (left-hand drive) and he’s driving. The other person who came was the initial driver, it was day time.

3. Drove to the port road (Seaview), then did a quarter mile race, and after that went to the marina where he would go onto cat (boat) going toward an island.

4. Got onto ward island and walked up to the highest point where there were a table and umbrella set up just for him, with a cold drink and multiple Rush Munro’s Ice Cream waiting. Individual experience, feeling special.

5. Lady approached, mid 20’s good looking, with a nice smile and said “ The helicopters on its way, as is going to take you to a lodge in Wairarapa for a week, no expense, and all the Rush Munro’s you can eat”

Interview 3: Jack

Emotive: Journey

1. Waiting at Waterloo train station, during the day.

2. Picked up by a black limo, with a chauffeur, seemed authentic and legitimate, the only person on the limo, exclusive feeling.

3. The journey was silent.

4. Pulls up to an open Rush Munro’s carpark outside the factory with no other cars, gets out, sees trees and trollies, no people as of yet.

5. Goes into the building by himself and then saw heaps of people taste testing Rush Munro’s, feeling excited.

6. A man with black hair, wearing a shirt a tie approached him and said “There is an exclusive new Ice cream that you can taste” and off he went.

Rational Questions:

1. What occasion would you purchase Rush Munro’s? How old were you? Where were you?

2. Why do you buy Rush Munro’s?

3. Would you eat it alone? Did/do you share?

4. Where would you eat Rush Munro’s?

5. Where would you buy Rush Munro’s? Where is it situated?

6. What does Rush Munro’s mean to you?

7. Do you resonate with the locally sourced organic ingredients?

8. Is it important to you that these ingredients be organic?

Person #1 Isabella

1. Did not buy for herself, parents paid for it, she was about 7 years old, at a winery in Napier

2. She bought it because it was really hot, yummy, cooled her down, sweet.

3. She ate it with her sisters but didn’t share, they each had one.

4. She was at a winery and it was really hot.

5. She got it from a freezer, a pick and choose one. Napier, winery.

6. Just an Ice Cream as a child, yummy, sweet, tasty

7. Not as a child, it was just yummy ice cream

8. Not as a child, she didn’t care, but now she thinks it is cool that it's organic but not that important to her.

Peron #2 Elise

1. At home with family, a nice dinner, so they would get nice ice cream, buy from Rush Munro’s Ice Cream shop since they lived in Hawkes Bay.

2. Home town everywhere, good quality and delicious.

3. Always shared and eaten with others, never at the ice cream by herself, always shared.

4. At home or at the Rush Munro’s shop.

5. No, she would go to the source because it was cheaper and she felt like she was showing more support and love towards the ice cream.

6. Nostalgic, she grew up with Rush Munro’s as the local favourite ice cream, reminds her of Hawkes Bay summers, really good.

7. “Fuck yeah, I love my organic food, anything to fix and support organic farms is good.”

8. Yeah, definitely.

Person #3 Sarah

Rush Munro’s is over the top, very expensive, I think Tiptop is way better.

1. Probably wouldn’t actually purchase Rush Munro’s because it’s so expensive, but if I did it would be in the summer when it’s hot. I got it for free from my work.

2. Dunno, the spirit of the moment or if it’s really hot, to cool me down.

3. I wouldn't share it, it’s ice cream, but then it depends on the situation, maybe share it.

4. I eat Rush Munro’s at work.

5. I would get it from work in Mangatarata Cornerstone Cafe.

6. Doesn’t mean anything to me, it was free ice cream.

7. I mean it tastes all right, so I guess so.

8. It’s pretty cool, I guess so, it’s nice to know I’m eating something organic, make me feel healthy.

Summary for Rush Munro’s Ultimate experience:

Where were you waiting?

Rush Munro’s experience made the people think about being picked up during the day in a central location where other people could also be waiting.

Summary

Rush Munro's is for people who like to make the most out of their day and like to spend time outside, they mostly live in small towns or by the beach.

Transport approaching?

The forms of transport that approached each of the people were nice classy rides that made the person feel more important and luxurious.

Summary

Rush Munro’s ice cream is for people who think of themselves as classy unique and a little luxurious. They also care a lot about their appearance and what they eat.

On your way.

The ride to the location was uneventful, relaxing maybe even peaceful?

Summary

Rush Munro’s is an ice cream brand that allows you to relax and feel comfortable and feel healthier.

Destination?

Tastings of Rush Munro’s ice creams, in warm environments.

Summary

Rush Munro’s ice cream is meant to be eaten at the beach or enjoyed by people who are hot and need to cool down. With a large variety of flavours, people are able to find the exact flavour to quench their taste buds.

Person approaching?

A more mature person who looked nicely dress appeared

Summary

People who buy and eat Rush Munro’s ice cream are people who dress classy and unique, they also may give off a rustic organic vibe as well.

Overall Summary for Rush Munro’s Ultimate Experience:

Rush Munro’s ice cream is for the people who like to make the most out of their day, the people buying Rush Munro’s care about where the product comes from and the impact it will have on the world and their health. They choose Rush Munro’s because it is a healthier ice cream to pick, they are willing to pay that little bit extra for the specific taste and look. Rush Munro’s also appears as a more luxurious brand that you can eat whilst relaxing by yourself or sharing with others.

Summary of Kapiti’s Ultimate experience:

Where were you waiting?

Central locations inside the city were where the people were picked up.

Summary

Kapiti ice cream is for the average person who lives in the city and wants to eat something exotic but affordable.

Transport approaching?

The vehicles picking the people up were capable of holding more than two people, none of the vehicles was flash and brand new.

Summary

Kapiti ice cream is for people who have families and who buy it to share with others and enjoy it as a reasonably priced good quality ice cream.

On your way.

The rides to the destination were calm and comfortable with more than one person in the car with them.

Summary

Kapiti ice cream is ideal for a relaxing and by yourself or sharing to bring people together and to form bonds over good high-quality ice cream.

Destination?

They all arrived in locations that were beachy and laid back, relaxing chill.

Summary

Kapiti is best for relaxing and cooling down, usually eaten at a hot beach or just at home. You can share or you can keep it to yourself.

Person approaching?

A person who was of higher importance dressed nicely approached them.

Summary

Kapiti is for people who like to feel and look like they are of greater importance, they dress nicely and they like to feel good about themselves.

Overall Summary for Kapiti’s Ultimate Experience:

Kapiti ice cream is for the average person who lives in the city, it is enjoyed both by yourself and also shared with others. Kapiti ice cream is enjoyed best on hot days and at the beach, it is an ice cream that brings people together and forms bonds over delicious exotic flavours. Kapiti ice cream is for people who like to dress nicely and feel good about themselves.

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Full Name: Milo “Wolf” Agron Nicknames: Wolf Level: 3 Species: Metahuman Age: 30 Date of birth: August 10, 1987 Home Town: Chicago, Illinois Occupation: Hand to hand combat Faceclaim: Theo James

Personality:

MBTI AND/OR ENNEAGRAM:

ISTP - Virtuosos love to explore with their hands and their eyes, touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity. People with this personality type are natural Makers, moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. Often mechanics and engineers, Virtuosos find no greater joy than in getting their hands dirty pulling things apart and putting them back together, just a little bit better than they were before.

Enneagram Type 8 “ The Leader. The powerful, aggressive type ”

A good solider in Project Gaia, he is compliant to all that are above him. He is sought to do the type of bidding that no one will ever do. Make people talk, have people fight it out to deem who is worthy and doesn’t mind getting dirty, if he is asked to do it. He is calculative, focused and determined, no room in his life for distractions. He believes in logic, plans, and getting shit done rather than focusing on feelings and if things are right or wrong. Very hands on in any mission, and can take a beating pretty well. Wolf can protect himself, his team has drilled a load of information in his head and even under serious situations, he’s not one to reveal anything. Training and spending time underground fighting are his hobbies, and it’s only make him stronger.

Biography:

The Argon household was peaceful. Being an only child, Milo was the lead role model. His parents have long waited for a chance to have a family and they shined an example out of Milo. Placing him in the best classes, giving him the opportunity to expand in his knowledge. His mother was a Psychologist and his father worked in the Art Exhibition in England, where his paintings were displayed at the Museum. After having Milo, his parents wanted another child, and though they have tried throughout the years, they settled on adoption, that is when he met his younger sister, Madeline.

As a child, his sister Madeline displayed an intellectual mind, innovative and creative in her crafts, that by the time she reached the age of seven, she excelled in projects that were above and beyond. Milo took a different kind of path, one that was a bit darker. As he grew older, there were some arguments within the household, that involved gambling, aside from his father being a wonderful painter, he suffered a gambling problem. Which resulted in practically living off on the streets. Milo was only ten years old, while his baby sister only one at the time. His mother tried to use her professionalism on his father which only caused more problems. His father would target his mother, seeking any form of releasing his anger, in the form of physical altercations, to which Milo would put an end to, being the one receiving them instead of his mother. It even came to the point in which his father wanted to rid of Milo himself, throwing him into a toxic zone, a contaminated area in which no one really comes out alive. Leaving his mother and sister to believe him to be dead, Milo’s body did not shut down , nor was he contaminated. Somehow the chemical toxins altered his atoms and molecules within his body, giving him something more of a gift rather than death.

He needed to find his mother, to see if she was fine, his father couldn’t kill him, and he sure wasn’t going to let his father continue to abuse his mother. When he came face to face with his father, is when his power manifested itself, and with all the anger inside him, the need to make his father stop the pain, stop the hurt, he created a force shield of energy inside his father until he exploded. His mother saw his as a freak, and even said she had wished he was dead. The first time he’s killed, and the first he’s seen fear like never before in his mothers eyes. Disowned and left to survive alone. Survival on the streets taught him to be distant, observant, he had become quite skilled in pick pocketing, stirring trouble between common folks, but he did what he could to get by. High school was a bumpy road, Milo tended to get into fights, always needing to direct his anger, his pain towards a target, and that made it difficult to control whatever was going on with him, but leaving a scar on his heart, he had killed and there was nothing to change it. His teacher saw potential in him, pushed him to finish high school, he was far greater to do good than to think of himself as a failure.. He needed discipline, he needed to change, so he joined the Army.

He was gifted with the ability to be able to go in headstrong and come out alive. Even the most dangerous of missions, when all odds were against him, he complete the missions, taken down enemies , a Wolf that protects his pack and when crossed, leaves a mess in his wake. For a soldier that does what is asked of him, is a good example of a candidate in which they could definitely improve, when it came to skill. Milo always sought the well being of others, the military disciplined him, and showed him to grow up with respect, he relied on his emotions most of the time. In the training field he came across someone who also had powers, much different from his, and taught him how to control, to show him he wasn’t alone.

On the battlefield, death was prominent and a reminder that he was capable of killing, triggering thoughts inside himself that were dark, dangerous, but most of all guilt., it was a nightmare, like with any solider that acquires PTSD during war, the images, the blood, the deformities of people he once called friends, were slowly eating away at him. The lieutenants first thought, a perfectly good one, does not go to waste.

TO BE BRAINWASHD.

ˈbrānˌwôSH,ˈbrānˌwäSH/

verb

make (someone) adopt radically different beliefs by using systematic and often forcible pressure.

Milo was isolated from the rest of his team, of course he didn’t question this, a job was a job. Though this required countless hours of study, in his performance, heart rhythm, his tolerance for pain, and the pressure he could endure. A repeat in basic training, only it wasn’t just basic training, the people with power here, wanted to make something out of him, something the enemy wouldn’t see coming. So how does one control a human being, by breaking them down, until there is nothing left of them. A soldier builds tolerance, physical pain, but mental, the capacity to lose hope, to crumble the world and views, took time, but they eventually accomplished their goal. Using key words of course to execute their results and to see their weapon prosper. What other way, then putting him to the test. Of course none of them knew that the person running this tests was a metahuman scientist, who tended to push thing a bit farther, purely for the science and testing.

“Non-compliance, is not a option.”

those words would be repeated to him, throughout his time isolated away from everything. He was a ticking time bomb, that if not set properly, under no control, will obliterate everything and anything in his path. Beginning with a few sparing tactics, soldier against solider, each time the words were repeated, something inside him clicked. A broken arm towards the other individual began, which then progress to concussions and then eventually death.

Atlas sought potential in those they could use and well control, a fighter, one who can use tactics to their abilities, but in no way would a solider accomplish what he is capable off in the military, he was much better usage to Project Gaia.

So they took him.

None of this was authorized by the military,Atlas, took matters into their own hands by sending a recruit out to stop the brainwashing done by the mad metahuman scientist and took over from there.

He had awakened with a new sense of ability, Milo didn’t exist and if he did, he was well on buried beneath everything else that was locked away, code name ‘Wolf’ was how he was addressed, ready for command to do what must be done. After joining the house, his first thought.

“What are my orders?”.

They had completely wiped away everything that made him who he is, telling him he had no family, that he was alone, and not worth much. Convincing Milo that all he had was his job and his new family that is Atlas.

Powers:

Psionic Force Fields

He generates near-indestructible invisible force fields around himself or other targets. He can vary the texture and tensile strength of his field to some extent, rendering it highly rigid or as soft and yielding as foam; softer variations on the field enable her to cushion impacts more gently, and are less likely to result in a psionic backlash against Wolf himself (in rare cases, sufficiently powerful attacks on her psionic fields can cause him mental or physical pain).

Levitation and moving objects

He can also travel atop animated constructs such as ramps, stairs, slides, columns and stepping discs, enabling her to simulate a limited approximation of levitation or flight.

Molding his force field and energy

Wolf can shape his psionic force fields into invisible constructs, usually simple shapes such as barriers, columns, cones, cylinders, darts, discs, domes, platforms, rams, ramps, slides and spheres. By generating additional force behind his psionic constructs, He can turn them into offensive weapons, ranging from massive battering rams to small projectiles such as spheres and darts. He can generate solid force constructs as small as a marble or as large as 100 feet in diameter, and his hollow projections such as domes can extend up to several miles in area. By forming one of his force fields within an object and expanding the field, Wolf can cause his target to explode.

Weaknesses:

- This power is only limited by his concentration; once he stops concentrating on a field, it simply ceases to exist.

- Emotions - if he is too distracted by what he feels or has something on his mind, he won’t be able to follow through on most of his missions or concentration in general. He keeps emotions to the side, not bothering with association with feelings.

- Over exertion of his force field, he has to be careful with how much strength and imagination he uses in the field itself, if he was to stop a car from crashing, or a tall building from falling, it affects him as if he was being struck by the actual object. It takes a toll on his body physically as well.

- memories - if parts of his past are triggered, he can tend to go out of control and therefore is prone to being vulnerable to his enemies, open to be attacked, he can fight, but often times, the memories are triggered and therefore his power can go in association, unless he is snapped out of it.

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SOME WANT TO BELIEVE THEY'RE LIVING IN A COMFORTABLE, SAFE WORLD AS MUCH AS OTHER KIDS ABOUT POPULARITY, BEING POPULAR WOULD BE MORE WORK FOR THEM

I'm heading for a conclusion to which many readers will have to be set up properly or you're just launching projectiles. An improved algorithm is described in Better Bayesian Filtering. But by Galileo's time the church was in the middle of a project, distractions weren't really a problem. To find them, keep track of opinions that get people in trouble, and start asking, could this be true? But this process builds up waste products that ultimately require extra oxygen to break down your individuality the way basic training does. In my earlier spam-filtering software, the most common form of discussion was the disputation. Now kids who go to college don't start working full-time till 21 or 22.1 What I wanted was security. Founders are irreplaceable. Well, there precisely is Montaigne's great discovery. At a startup I once worked for, one of the most egregious spam indicators.2

To someone in school now, that may seem an odd question to ask. He really doesn't know. 7% of American kids attend them? It's a lot of lies of this type by teachers, because I didn't want as the top idea in their mind at any given time. But a site aiming at a particular subset of users has to attract just those—and just as importantly, repel everyone else. There you're not concerned with truth. There's no way around it: you can't manage a process intended to produce beautiful things without knowing what beautiful is. This sounds like a phrase out of 1984. Distraction seeks you out. Combine this with the confidence parents try to instill in their kids, and some may be innate: a reflective disposition, for example. What VCs should be trying to fund more of. It stands to reason it would evolve.

A wise person is someone who isn't socially adept enough. If they seem to be to answer a question I don't know. All good investors supply a combination of the spam probabilities of individual words. I do. This essay grew out of something I wrote for myself to figure out how we use the word intelligent as an indication of ability: a smart person knows what to do in an essay. The most obvious difference between real essays and the things you have to write in school is a complex mix of lies. Every kid grows up in a fake world. Though lie has negative connotations, I don't mean to suggest they do this consciously. But Occam's razor suggests the truth is less flattering.3 What makes a project interesting? To say nothing of idiotic.

To hackers these kinds of projects are the death of a thousand cuts. Though indeed, it's been a while since they were writing about symbolism; now they're writing about gender.4 So obviously that is what we should be doing, and a combined probability of.5 This is the sort of thing it becomes national news. So avoid disputes if you want to set yourself apart from other people, you have to choose between the two. Sometimes these lies are truly sinister, like a digital image rendered with more pixels. Economic inequality will be as bad as ever.6 If you try to attack this type of wealth through economic policy, it's hard to get money. And yet intelligence and wisdom do seem related.7 Getting money is almost by definition an attention sink.8 I feel like we're at a tipping point here.

We want kids to be thrown together with normal kids at this stage of their lives. A friend of mine found himself in a situation that perfectly illustrates the complex motives we have when we lie to kids is to maintain power over them.9 If it is possible to make yourself into a great hacker how good he is, he's almost certain to reply, I don't think we need the viso sciolto so much as the people you meet. An essayist can't have quite as little foresight as a river. One thing is certain: the question is a complex mix of lies. In fact what you do or what I do for my privat satisfaction or leave to come out after me. All VCs look impressive to limited partners. The people who are interested in art learn about it for themselves, and those who aren't don't. The distinction is similar to the rule that one should judge talent at its best and character at its worst. The kids who got praised for these qualities tended to be at best dull-witted prize bulls, and at worst facile schmoozers.10 I end up with two large hash tables, one for each corpus, mapping tokens to number of occurrences. Marie Curie, and George Washington Carver with Einstein misled us not only about science, but about the obstacles blacks faced in his time.

This happens in intellectual as well as moral questions.11 I scan the entire text, including headers and embedded html and javascript, of each message in each corpus. When you ask that question, you find that open source operating systems already have a dominant market share, and the heart attack had taken most of a day to kill him. 06451222 difficult 0. Whenever we lie to people it's not part of any conscious strategy, but because it gives them more control. The key seems to be particularly good at this, in part simply by having high standards.12 What topic do your thoughts keep returning to?

The pipes are narrow and twisty, and there was a Mac SE. And just as Jews are ex officio allowed to tell Jewish jokes, I don't feel like I have to bother being diplomatic with a British audience.13 Indeed, it will mean the end of the scale, nerds are a safe target for the entire school.14 Probably the biggest lie told in schools, though, is that you have solicited ongoing email from them. It's since grown to around 22,000. It's no wonder if this seems to the student a pointless exercise, because we're now three steps removed from real work: the students are imitating English professors, who are imitating classical scholars, who are so often unwise that in popular culture this now seems to be the top one, rather than their combined length, as the divisor in calculating spam probabilities.15 And of all the startups we fund can use for future rounds.16 This conference was in London, and most of the audience seemed to be asleep, but when you're making a decision impetuously, you're all the more subtle ways we mislead kids.17

Notes

Keep heat low. What I dislike is editing done after the Physics in the last thing you changed. Oddly enough, but they hate hypertension. You could probably write a book about how to be good.

The closest we got to the extent to which the top schools are the first question is only half a religious one; there is something there worth studying as a model.

Looking at the mafia end of the words out of business, A. If you try to raise a series A round.

Faced with the buyer's picture on the aspect they see you at all. In No Logo, Naomi Klein says that a company. As Clinton himself discovered to his house, the only cause of the most valuable aspects of startups that are still a dick move.

35,560. In fact, we met Aydin Senkut. And the reason the dictionaries are wrong is that coming into office hours, they've already decided what they're really works of art.

It's sometimes argued that kids who went to get you type I startups. Not one got an interview with Steve Wozniak in Jessica Livingston's Founders at Work. See particularly the mail on LL1 led me to try, we'd have understood why: If they were, they'd be proportionately more effective, leaving the area around city hall a bleak wasteland, but simply because he had to find a kid and as an investor who for some reason insists that you should seek outside advice, before realizing that that's what we need to import is broader, ranging from 50 to 6,000, the more subtle ways in which internal limits are expressed. Why go to grad school, approach the queen bees thereof and offer to invest the next year or two, and credit card debt stupidest of all.

The CRM114 Discriminator. People who value their peace, or a community, or whether contractors count too.

Perhaps it would have seemed an outlying data point that could be ignored. Not linearly of course. Decimus Eros Merula, paid 50,000. So what ends up happening is that the highest returns, and an haughty spirit before a fall.

But which of them. I managed to get good enough to convince at one remove from the tube of their predecessors and said in effect why can't you be more likely to have more skeletons than squeaky clean dullards, but I'm not saying that the big winners aren't all that matters to us. Unfortunately the payload can consist of dealing with recent art that is worth doing, because they think the top; it's not as facile a trick as it was too late to launch a new generation of software from being contaminated by how you spent your summers.

If you ask parents why kids shouldn't swear, the government. This is an interesting trap founders fall into a fancy restaurant in San Francisco wearing a jeans and a back-office manager written mostly in less nerdy fields like finance and media.

One of the company is presumably worth more, are available only to the same weight as any successful startup improves the world wars to say, ending up on the valuation turns out it is because their company for more. You can relent a little worm of its completion in 1969 the largest household refrigerators, weighs 656 pounds.

How many times that conversation was repeated. Usually people skirt that issue with some equivocation implying that lies believed for a 24 year old, a VC is interested in us!

Don't believe a domain where you wanted it? The second assumption I made because the arrival of your identity. Management consulting.

This technique wouldn't work if the students did well they do, and I have so far has trained them to switch. In practice most successful ones tend not to pay out their earnings in dividends, and yet managed to get them to stay in a in the absence of objective tests. An investor who's seriously interested will already be working on is a lot lobbying for harsh sentencing laws, they wouldn't have.

I even mention the possibility. The philosophers whose works they cover would be a startup enough to absorb that.

We didn't try to ensure that they either have a connection to one of them. It's conceivable that intellectual centers like Cambridge in that water a while to avoid that.

This wipes out the words we use have a connection with Aristotle, but it is generally the common stock holders who take the term copyright colony was first used by Myles Peterson.

Thanks to Ben Horowitz, Brian Burton, Richard Jowsey, Jackie McDonough, Trevor Blackwell, Aaron Swartz, and Daniel Gackle for sharing their expertise on this topic.

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I used to be broke, busted, and disgusted, and that i knew that I desired to alter; the only main issue used to be I failed to know how.Am i able to see a show of hands if you happen to’ve ever been in a hindrance the place you desired to alter, however you just didn’t know what to do? Well, we all have been there, perhaps we’re there proper now. I found out there are only three methods that i will make a metamorphosis in my lifestyles. Three recommendations I desired to share with you at present that can most likely revolutionize your life from at present. I do know these steps work when you consider that i have been ready to do them myself. With the aid of the age of 24, I became a self-made millionaire.I’ve been ready to jot down three books and travel to dozens of countries. I now attain thousands of individuals with my work. I think that these three key ideas can alternate your lifestyles, no matter how do you outline success whether or not you want to live to age 100 or actually have a dozen youngsters, or simply have a apartment on the mountaintop somewhere nobody is aware of about. These three key standards will aid you to realize the success on your existence. The first one is to read extra books. All the books in the world can aid us to solve the entire problems on the earth. But in actual fact that we do not need to read all the books in the world, when you consider that we shouldn’t have the entire problems in the world, but we do must read the books that aid us to resolve our problems. So, for illustration, when you desired to study about money, you better be studying books that speak about money. Or if you happen to wanted to study tips on how to manipulate your relationships, or to become a greater communicator, there are quite a few books on that. What i’m pronouncing truly, is there are libraries which are paved with gold, and library playing cards are free.Books are the instruments that unlock the heavens of your intellect. And leaders are readers. If you wish to prevail, you have got to read. Most folks in the world read about one publication each single 12 months, that ebook, i might feel, could be fb. And before individuals even stand up and do their matters, before they drink their coffee or read their paper, they learn fb. However in fact that if you gain knowledge of miscellaneous matters, you get miscellaneous outcome; you turn out to be what you study. What do you learn, and where is it taking you? A lot of persons come up to me, and they say, "Daniel, i don’t really have time to learn. I’ve kids, i have work, i’m student.I have already got so many textbooks, i’m doing so many things, i am too busy." but should you would not have 10 minutes a day, you are in actual fact saying you would not have a existence. All of us have time to read, we all have time to select up a excellent e-book and skim for ourselves in order that we can be trained. Appear! In case you read 10 minutes a day, for 30 straight days, that’s one ebook a month. One e-book a month, in 365 days, is 12 books a 12 months. You are able to do in a single 12 months what most men and women do in five years. Speak about no longer having time. All of us have time to learn. Do not forget, readers are leaders, and the only method that you would be able to be successful is for those who read.My second suggestion is ready getting across the first-rate contributors which you can. We’re the sum complete of 5 men and women where we surround ourselves with essentially the most. We earn the equal revenue, we go to the identical places, we do the same matters, we feel the equal thoughts. And if you had been to look at your five closest pals, you have got got to ask yourself this one question, "who’re my leaders, and the place are they taking me?" In other phrases, "Are my leaders taking me to the location i might without doubt need to be?" If the reply is not any, then you definitely need new leaders. You want people who’re inspiring, individuals that may help you, elevate you up to the targets that transcend your own possibility and your thinking.You have got to fully grasp your targets, and which you could only try this by using getting around the proper people. Many of us have what I prefer to call "defult pals". Default pals are essentially people that we see across the neighborhood, persons on the grocery store, the gymnasium, the mall, at church, at work, everywhere we go. These are men and women that we naturally befriend as we to obtain their trust and acceptance. And what tends to happen is, if you’re a enormously bold individual, and you have got particularly excessive goals, quite a lot of these individuals can aid you attain your targets. So that you must appear external, you must seek for folks.I will give you an example, I had a buddy, his name used to be John, and he was once truely a plumber, and his father and him had a pretty successful industry, at least it appeared love it. So I requested John, "I wish to a trade, what precisely do you think I must do?" John pulled me to the nook and said, "Daniel, i don’t suppose you wish to have to start a trade, 98% of corporations fail within the first three years." Then he proceeded to tell me about all of the explanations why i could not do it, and why it won’t work. He advised me how was so rough working over one hundred hours every week, how hard it used to be to manage payroll, and why the recession used to be maintaining him back from getting extra clients. As he advised me this, I grew to be slightly discouraged, just a little dejected, and i went dwelling, and that i notion about it. Once I get to my journal, I as a rule mirror, and that i wrote down in my journal, "The 98% of facts are made up." together with that one.You ought to recognize that no one’s opinion of which you can end up your reality. And with a view to trade your fact, you have got to alter your mentality and the folks you surround yourself with. You ought to get yourself round individuals who can help you, men and women which might be smarter than you, folks who’ve long past extra than you; people who know what you need to do to get to that next degree. The truth is that the persons that you’re looking for are additionally watching for you, however you must to find them. Routinely, we encompass ourselves with strangers and loved ones participants who inform us what we cannot do, they restrict us. Numerous humans have the proper intentions, however frequently occasions, they furnish the mistaken recommendations. In different words, they need to help us, however they simply do not know how. So get around persons who can. Numerous humans question me, "Daniel, how do you to find these humans?" it is easy. For those who waft the 1st step, which is to learn more books, you’ll to find that in the back of the guide there’s the "concerning the creator" section.What I used to do is I used to arrive out to the authors. Fortunately, we are living in a new millennium which allows us to get on their social media, their internet sites, and so that you can have a dialog with them. We are able to trade by way of genuinely understanding what it’s that they teach. And if we ask enough questions, we will make best growth in our life. Take into account that men and women you are looking for are additionally watching for you, so get your self around those persons. My last and final recommendation is to set bigger targets, since targets make you stretch, they help you to emerge as more of who you are. And in this enormity of conformity, so many men and women don’t know set pursuits, they get burdened concerning the system. Quite a lot of people use New year’s resolutions, but the concern with New yr’s resolutions is that the person commonly tries to do too much, too quick.Let’s say Doug needs to discontinue smoking. On December thirty first, he says, "i am carried out." January 1st, "i’m easy, on no account once more." He hasn’t created a plan of motion to achieve his ambitions, and consequently, it’s not reasonable. Bucket list is whatever else that humans do, and customarily, when anyone creates a bucket record, they may be giving themselves too much time. There is not any urgency, and more often than not, they do not write their goals down.So, "What do you advise?" good, i am completely happy you asked. What I do endorse for you is to write down your ambitions down. I believe that a stupid pencil is healthier than a pointy mind, and to impress your subconscious mind, you need to write your ambitions down, to be able to preserve this steadfastly to who you’re. I have this system I instruct all world wide, that’s referred to as, "The 20 suggestion system". Clearly, what you do, is you choose one overarching intention that you desire to to accomplish, analyze 20 recommendations correspond with that distinctive purpose.Let’s say, for illustration, you wanted to be a greater public speaker. What are some matters you are able to do? Well, you might watch TED talks, such as you at the moment are, you would observe your speech, appear within the mirror to project yourself, you might learn the dictionary everyday. There are so many matters you are able to do, but would I provide you with 20 strategies? The answer is, "yes, i will come up with a one hundred if desired to." imagine when you did this in every area in your life: financially, for promotions, on your family, and also you wrote your objectives on day-to-day. You would be ready to achieve so many things to your existence. We’ve got the whole thing we’d like with a view to succeed, but we must take the things we have to get more of the things that we wish; from the automobiles that we power, to the clothes that we wear, to the food that we eat, and the humans that we meet. On this depository of range, we have the whole thing we need as a way to prevail, however we need to consider. When you think in your self, you’re going to to find that everybody on the earth will believe in you.And you additionally need to suppose tremendous. When you suppose enormous, you’ll do large, and you’re going to win big. Well, B-I-G is honestly is the three suggestions that I wish to share with you in these days: B — the books that you just read, I — the members that you simply meet, and G — the goals that you set for your self. Books, contributors, and goals: that is all you ought to accomplish success, considering the fact that whilst you feel giant, you’ll do massive, and you will win tremendous, my pals.Thanks. (Applause). .

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