#also cannot believe i am giving soy rights

[katistry]

show me why you’re worthy. you asked.

#cassandra cain #orphan #dc #dcedit #dcladies #comicedit #dcfilms #outsiders. honestly would be better w/o batman #also cannot believe i am giving soy rights #mine: dc #gfx

[cajon-desastre]

FYI...again

Lo que voy a decir me costará bloqueos y anon gilipollas pero a estas alturas me da igual.

Si, teníais razón, es real ¿Estáis felices? Por supuesto que no, queréis vernos retorcernos de tristeza y lamentarnos por las esquinas. Veo lo que hacéis y veo la pornografía del dolor en vuestras formas de vanagloriaros de la existencia de un papel y las burlas que eso trae para reafirmaros en vuestro gran pedestal de la verdad.

Pero un papel sólo certifica una boda, un papel no garantiza un matrimonio real. Es un contrato vigente a partir de esa fecha. La convivencia y los gestos son los que hacen que sea real y ella tuvo su oportunidad en la convivencia pandémica pero ella siempre parecía estar sola. Sólo hubo ruidos extraños e insinuaciones verbales y un anillo que parece la lámpara de Aladino porque, a falta de una imagen real, el marido estaba metido dentro.

¿Y qué opino de la relación Tait? Que es un contrato, como el certificado de boda. Ningún troll y Tait me va a convencer de que él es el exitoso hombre de negocios que quieren hacernos creer. Lo dije en su momento en conversaciones privadas con otros ex-shipper y lo mantengo: Es el típico amigo sanguijuela que siempre está intentando aparentar algo que no es, viviendo un tren de vida que no puede permitirse por sus propios medios y que ha vivido siempre al amparo de lo que otros le han ayudado a conseguir, ya sea su hermano o su jefa-esposa. Sus deudas lo delatan, las empresas conjuntas sin actividad y las reales bien diferenciadas y separadas económicamente. Ella no es tonta y él puede ser el apoyo de una narrativa conveniente pero no está demostrando una confianza ciega en él y sus finanzas, manifestando una y otra vez su dejadez e incompetencia: quejoso en los eventos de Oscars e indiferente a su esposa en un momento etílico. Su sonrisa de suficiencia en la fotos de Henley también es muy significativa (y una de las pocas veces que lo vemos sonreír en fotos con ella). Sabía lo que llegaba en unas semanas, su gran triunfo, conseguir su mamá de azúcar.

La relación Tait es extraña y muy fria, ella era más cariñosa con él cuando no eran oficialmente pareja mientras que con Sam sigue habiendo destellos, incluso cuando la boda ya había tenido lugar y todavía nos cuestionábamos si fue cierta. Y no me cuenten la excusa de que ella no podría hacer una boda católica y no respetar sus creencias. Por favor, el hermano mayor de Tony no duró un año con su esposa, casados en la misma iglesia, y ya están divorciados.

La imagen actual que se está vendiendo en todas partes es fácil de identificar sólo con una simple búsqueda en Google, es lo que es y no podemos negar la evidencia. Sam y Cait no pueden estar juntos porque ella está casada. El valor real de ese matrimonio no se plantea porque el fan y el espectador medio no conocen lo que sabe el fandom.

Sigo manteniendo lo que dije, soy fan de los dos y ellos actúan según su carácter y circunstancias. SM no es la biblia y las insinuaciones siguen siendo eso, insinuaciones. Para quien le resulta inconcebible que siga siendo fan de personas que no son perfectas según sus parámetros que se miren en el espejo y piensen cuán alto es su estándar con las personas que le rodean. No es mi primer fandom y he visto de todo, los actores no son santos y la vida de glamour y Hollywood tienen un precio.

A ojos de los poseedores de la verdad soy un Extreme Shipper aunque nunca he estado convencida del tren de bebés (cosa que quisieron hacerme creer ex-shipper ahora muy beligerantes) y la boda en otros países.

Entonces, ¿cual ha sido siempre mi postura sobre todo este circo? Soy creyente de su relación y Sam y Cait están juntos en todo esto. Sam utiliza el apartamento como plató de tv, la dirección tan conocida por el fandom sólo hace que sea más fácil tener engañados a los acechadores que sólo irán a mirar allí, en realidad no sabemos dónde vive, eso es sólo una cueva útil. Igual que los seguimientos en SM, el eterno mira aquí y no mires allí. Cuando quieren ser privados lo son y nunca sabrás dónde están y con quien. La muy pública relación se muestra en todas partes, la privada sólo es para ellos. Hacer interpretaciones literales de todo lo que se ve y hacen público sólo refuerza las teclas que saben tocar para que la gente baile a su son. Una foto, un seguimiento, un like y el resto escribe el fic.

Y sé que los juegos van a seguir, con fotos posadas-robadas y publicaciones en sitios de clickbait.

También sé que seguiremos siendo monitoreados con capturas de pantalla de todo lo que decimos y comentamos en blog amigos para poder tener contenido en blogs que lo único que publican son sus burlas de un sector del fandom. Por mucho que os moleste y cabree somos creadores de contenido y celebraremos las cosas buenas que nos hacen felices.

Resumiendo.

Se necesitan dos para bailar el tango. En este caso, tres...alguno tiene que tocar el bandoneón.

Y, después de quedarme a gusto, seguimos con la programación habitual.

Gracias a todos.

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FYI...again

What I'm going to say will cost me block and anon asshole but at this point I don't care.

Yes, you were right, it's real. Are you happy? Of course not, you want to see us writhe in sadness and lament around the corners. I see what you do and I see the pornography of pain in your ways of boasting about the existence of a role and the mockery that it brings to reaffirm you on your great pedestal of truth.

But a paper only certifies a wedding, a paper does not guarantee a real marriage. It is a contract in force as of that date. The coexistence and the gestures are what make it real and she had the opportunity of her in the pandemic coexistence but she always seemed to be alone. There were only strange noises and verbal hints and a ring that looks like Aladdin's lamp because, in the absence of a real image, her husband was tucked inside it.

And what do I think of the Tait relationship? What is a contract, like the wedding certificate. No troll or Tait will convince me that he is the successful businessman they want us to believe. I said it at the time in private conversations with other ex-shippers and I maintain it: He is the typical leech friend who is always trying to pretend something he is not, living a way of life that he cannot afford on his own and that has always lived under the protection of what others have helped him to achieve, be it his brother or his boss-wife. His debts betray him, the joint ventures without activity and the real ones that are well differentiated and economically separated. She is not stupid and he may be the support of a convenient narrative but she is not displaying blind trust in himself and his finances, manifesting again and again his slovenliness and incompetence: complaining at Oscars events and indifferent to his wife in a ethyl moment. Him smirk in Henley's photos is also very significant (and one of the few times we see him smile in photos of him with her). He knew what was coming in a few weeks, his great triumph, getting his sugar mama.

The relationship Tait is strange and very cold, she was more affectionate with him when they were not officially a couple while with Sam there are still flashes, even when the wedding had already taken place and we still questioned if it was true. And don't give me the excuse that she couldn't have a Catholic wedding and not respect her beliefs. Please save it, Tony's older brother didn't last a year with his wife, married in the same church, and they're already divorced.

The current image that is being sold everywhere is easy to identify with just a simple Google search, it is what it is and we cannot deny the evidence. Sam and Cait cannot be together because she is married. The real value of that marriage does not arise because the fan and the average viewer do not know what the fandom knows.

I still maintain what I said, I am a fan of both and they act according to their character and circumstances. SM is not the Bible and innuendo is still that, innuendo. For those who find it inconceivable that they continue to be a fan of people who are not perfect by their parameters, they look in the mirror and think how high their standard is with the people around them. It is not my first fandom and I have seen everything, the actors are not saints and the life of glamor and Hollywood have a price.

In the eyes of those who have the truth, I am an Extreme Shipper, although I have never been convinced of the baby train (which they wanted me to believe now very belligerent ex-shippers) and the wedding in other countries.

So... what has always been my stance on this whole circus? I am a believer in their relationship and Sam and Cait are together in all of this. Sam uses the apartment as a tv set, the address so well known to the fandom only makes it easier to have the stalkers fooled who will just go look there, we don't really know where he lives, that's just a useful cave. Like the follow in SM, the eternal look here and don't look there. When they want to be private they are and you will never know where they are and with whom. The very public relationship is shown everywhere, the private one is only for them. Making literal interpretations of everything that is seen and made public only reinforces the keys that you can play so that people dance to your song. A photo, a follow, a like and the rest write the fic.

And I know the games will continue, with posed-stolen photos and posts on clickbait sites.

I also know that we will continue to be monitored with screenshots of everything we say and comment on blog friends to be able to have content on blogs that the only thing they publish is their mockery of a sector of the fandom. As much as it bothers and piss you off, we are content creators and we will celebrate the good things that make us happy.

Summarizing.

It takes two to tango. In this case, three ... someone has to play the bandoneon.

And, after this verbiage, I continue with the usual programming.

Thank you all.

#SamCait #The hard life of shippers #Tait #this #this fandom #my thoughts

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Parallel School Series: Junior High School Student Saitama

Translated by @vibhavm with additional help from Redditors /u/graywords and /u/lucci85.

As part of the drama CDs from 2017, ONE didn’t just write stories set in the canonical story.  He also penned lighter-hearted alternative universe stories, set in a high school... with predictable hijinks.

Audio link: https://soundcloud.com/vibhav-745976766/parallel-school-series-junior

We start:

Saitama (Sa): In this universe, there exists another world different from our world, a parallel world. This is another me, another Saitama, who lives in that parallel world.

Sonic (So): And I, Speed o' Sound Sonic, who went out of my way to transfer to Z Municipal Peace Middle School to settle my dispute with this Saitama!

Sa: (Well, there he is.)

Sa: (What's with the attitude?)

So: On the blood-covered battlefield known as the Sports Festival, in truth I was not really motivated for it, but I was unconsciously beginning to display my true abilities as the strongest ninja, and would unexpectedly become the star of the Sports Festival!

Sa: (It's just at a regular middle school sports festival.)

Sa: (I guess there are guys like that, who pretend they aren't motivated but are actually super excited.)

Sa: (Huh, so you really participated that much?)

So: This... is the lightning-speed sports documentary that recorded my heroism!

So: It’s the day before the Sports Festival.

So: To do image training for the bread eating contest, I was running to school eating a piece of bread.

Sa: You are fully motivated, aren’t you. I haven’t seen a guy like that.

So: Well now, Speed-o’-Sound Sonic, this is the last lap and I’m on one last straight line. It’s the last spot!

So: Fast! Fast! Crazy speed! Now, overtake Saitama running in front of you! Eh, seriously?!

Boom

So: Why the hell were you there on the last straight line?!

Sai: Huh? You tripped and fell on your own, what are you talking about?

So: gasp Hmph, you’ve got the wrong idea.

So: Running to school eating a piece of bread to do image training for the bread eating contest...

So: ...I was doing nothing of the sort! Not at all!

Sa: We don't even have a bread eating contest at our Sports Festival.

So: Eh… Anyway, tomorrow's sports day, be prepared for it! I’ll beat you up until you can’t stand, without fail!

So: I’ll turn the sports day into a bloodbath!

Sai: Uhh, you and I are on the same go-home club team.

So: Eh.. Uh… Hmph…

Music and fireworks

PPP: Sooo, let’s start this year’s Z-City Peace Junior High School Sports Day.

PPP: A physical festival, where muscles will clash with muscles!

PPP: I’m Puri Puri Prisoner, the speaker, i’m very fond of young boys.

PPP: And for the commentator… the well-known first-year junior high school student, Sweet Mask chan is joining us!

SM: Thank you for having me.

PPP: Well then, Amai Mask chan, you hold your annual winning streak with your Student Council team: what’s your outlook for this year?

AM: It goes without saying. This year too, my Student Council team will win without fa-

So: Hehehehehhehe. You’re pretty foolish, Student Council.

AM: Huh! You are…

So: chuckles

AM: Who are you?

PPP: This month a new student was transferred in this school for an exchange draft, B-group, attendance number 8. You’re Speed-o’-Sound Sonic-chan! You prefer a 40-degree temperature for your baths, and you enter the bathtub from the right. And apparently you don’t sleep in a bed but in a futon.

So: Ugh, why do you know so much about me!

PPP: It’s natural for teachers to keep the profile of their cutest students.

So: Anyway! This year's "go-home club team", teamed up with me, Speed o' Sound Sonic, their Golden Rookie, will be on a completely different level than before!

SM: Hmph. So the number of small fries increased by one-

So: I’m not alone.

So: The only man I consider a rival, Saitama! His gofer, the cyborg Genos! Furthermore, the strongest man, King is also here!

So: With those three, everything should be treated very seriously!

PPP: Are you talking about those 3 hurriedly eating over there?

Genos (Ge): Captain Saitama, what would you like as ingredients for the rice balls?

Sai: Salmon for me.

Ge: And you King senpai?

King (K): Tuna.

So: Hey! What are you doing relaxing! The fight is about to start!

Sa: Hm? Mmm..mmm… You wanna eat too? gulp Genos’s Fried Rice Balls are pretty tasty.

So: Mm, well now, let me see.

So: Mmmh, the sweet savoury smell of soy sauce with barley rice flour is- HEY YOU ALL!

Ge: Hmph. The Rice Balls weren't for you in the first place.

So: Tch, this guy.

AM: Did you already fall out with your friends? You can’t challenge our strongest student council team in such a mess.

AM: You should know your social standing. You’re an eyesore. It’s best if you quickly run home.

So: Such a way of talking…

So: You all! Aren’t you annoyed by how he’s talking to us!

Sa: Genos, grab me a barley tea?

King: Yeah, me too!

Ge: Ah, yes!

So: These guys are hopeless. They don’t listen at all…

AM: Heh, good luck with that. It’s going to be useless though. Hahahaha.

So: Tch, you bastards! You’ve acted like this all the time！

Ge: It’s according to plan. With this, the student council has let their guard down.

So: What?!

So: That means, could it be… their lax behaviour up until now…

Ge: Hmph, obviously. It was a fake in order to fool the opponent. Right, Captain Saitama?

Sa: Mh? What did you say?

Ge: Sonic, was it? How can’t you understand that even though you say you’re a ninja?

So: Uh...

So: I don't like your tone of voice, but....

So: I see. As expected of Saitama. I don’t see you as my rival for nothing.

PPP: And noooow, the first event, the mock cavalry battle is starting.

PPP: All contestants, please reach your friends!

Ge: Now then, Captain Saitama, King Senpai, let’s head into battle!

Sai: Ehhh, I'm full from overeating Rice Balls. Is it necessary to have four people? What a drag.

So: This isn’t a strategy at all is it!

SM: After all, the mock cavalry battle finished and naturally our student council team’s victory was secured. The home team was totally unfocused. But I won’t talk about it, because it was quite an embarrassing sight.

So: What a way of talking…

PPP: Well, apparently the Student Council Team is overwhelmingly above the others and leads the chart as of now.

AM: It seems the match is settled.

So: The student council team is 1280 points ahead huh. But there’s one last match.

So: The opposition club activities relay is left!

King: That's right, I believe the team that wins the relay gets 9 times the points.

Sa: Wait, that's way too many.

Ge: I see. If we win the relay, that means we can win by 8,999,999,998,720 points, then.

Sa: Huh. Did we really need that calculation?

So: Anyway! The game starts now! Just you watch, Student Council!

AM: Hahahaha, I could say the same to you from the horrible state you seem to be in.

AM: Everyone! They may be in last place, but the Go-Home Team is desperately trying hard, so please give them a round of applause!

AM: However, I, Amai Mask, pledge that my Student Council team will win the final opposition club activities relay, and achieve complete overall victory.

crowd applauding

So: Tch, what an unpleasant guy.

AM: Good luck to you all, even though I think you’re hopeless.

So: You all, despite being made such a fool of, you’re still-

Ge: All according to plan, this time for sure the Student Council has let their guard down.

So: gasp

So: So you mean... this pathetically slow start... I can't believe it!

Ge: Obviously, this is the final event that will decide everything.

Ge: It was a strategy to retain stamina until the opposition club activities relay. Right, captain Saitama?

Saitama: Man, I'm gettin' sleepy now.

So: I see, to deceive your opponents, you must first start with your allies. I was completely deceived.

So: Alright! Well then, let’s decide on our running order immediately!

Ge: Captain Saitama, what number would you like?

Saitama snoring

K: He’s having a sound nap.

So: This definitely isn’t a strategy at all is it!

PPP: Ok, time for the final event! The activity is the relay fight! The winning team will not only receive 9 times the points, but also a prize of 50 thousand yen!

So: Eh!?

K: Oh, you woke up.

So: So basically, I’ll be running for all 3 people?!

Sa: Well, what number do you want me to run in, Sonic?

So: Saitama…

Ge: Captain…

PPP: Well then, starting off with our first runners -- for the Student Council, their secretary, Drive Knight Chan!

DK: At last, it’s my turn…

PPP: And the go-home team self proclaimed vice captain, Genos-chan!

Ge: For the sake of the Go-Home club, I cannot lose!

PPP: Everyone is ready for the start...

mechanical sound

PPP: Wow, Drive Knight-chan! The lower half of his mechanical body transformed into a horse-shaped one!

PPP: Amai Mask chan, isn’t this foul play?

AM: Obviously, this is not foul play. As the opponent is also a cyborg.

PPP: That’s true…

DK: Genos-kun… This is the latest model lower body I prepared for this Sports Festival. The likelihood of you winning again such equipment is next to zero.

Ge: hmph, next to zero you say?

DK: That’s right. Therefo-

Ge: So you mean, it’s not zero, right.

mechanical noise

PPP: The race finally begins! Drive Knight chan and Genos chan, the two advance at a speed that far surpasses human expectations!

running and trotting noise

PPP: Oh, as expected, the performance is different. Drive Knight chan is leading.

DK: Of course...

Ge: I see. Naturally, I can’t best him in leg power. However…

mechanical sound

Ge: Incineration cannon!

Explosions noise

PPP: Ah, what was that?! Drive Knight-chan was blown away by Genos-chan’s Incineration cannon and went out of bounds! And in that moment, Genos-chan has pulled ahead!

AM: That damn Go-home team…

AM: The use of weapons is against the rules!

So: What an idiot! That’s nowhere in the Sports Festival’s guidebook!

AM: Son of a... If it's come to this, I'll just use my position in the Student Council to mark this as a loss for the Go-Home Club due to foul play...

DK: There is no need for that.

AM: Drive Knight!?

DK: I told you, didn’t I? My equipment is the latest model.

DK: If you are going to come at me with weapons, I will counter-attack with even stronger weapons.

DK: Tactical Transformation: Sports Festival Special.

PPP: Oh, Drive Knight-chan’s horse part transformed again! This time it transformed into a missile!

PPP: Ah, look out Genos chan!

Shit ton of noise

PPP: The missile shot by Drive Knight-chan landed! Genos-chan’s body is in pieces. I feel so sorry, Genos-chan! Drive Knight-chan goes right past him!

DK: Sorry, Genos-kun. However, this is reality.

PPP: How can you call this a sports festival anymore?! The other runners have lost their fighting spirit and are falling apart one after another!

AM: As expected of Drive Knight. This match is already over.

G: I wonder about that.

AM: Hah! Genos-kun, with that broken down body, what can-

G: Rocket Punch!

AM?: What?!

Genos’s theme playing

PPP: Oh! Genos’s right hand holding the baton is flying off at even faster speed!

DK: Huh, impossible.

PPP: In a blink of an eye, the second place runner flies past Drive Knight to Sonic-chan!

G: Even if my body is broken and scattered into pieces, I will definitely pass the baton! That is the spirit of the going-home club team!

So: Hmph. Good performance for someone who’s Saitama’s errand-boy.

So: Now it’s up to me, Speed o’ Sound Sonic!

PPP: Wow! The Go-Home team takes the lead, and right after that, the baton of the Student Council team goes to its second player, Flashy Flash-chan!

DK: Forgive me, Flash. It’s up to you now.

Flash (FF): Leave it to me.

So: I’m gonna win this by a landslide！

PPP: Now; it’s a match between Speed o’ Sound Sonic chan and Flashy Flash chan!

PPP: Both have the cute face and speed I love so much. So, so fast!

So: That Student Council guy, he’s not bad…

So: Still, can you actually follow me like this?

FF: Seems like a good runner for the Go-Home team...

FF: still, don’t think you can win against me in speed!

PPP: They both fast, Fast, FAST!! I mean, they’re so fast I can't see them at all! I can’t see anything, it’s all enveloped in a cloud of dust!

So: Alright, take it, Saitama!

Sa: Eh? Where?

Sa: I got dust in my eyes, I can’t see a thing.

So: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? QUICKLY TAKE THE BATON!

FF: Take it, Zombieman!

Zombieman (ZM): Right, nice job Flash!

So: Hey, carry across the baton Saitama!

Sa: I can’t remove the dust in my eyes…

So: JUST RUN SAITAMA!!!

PPP: Anyway, I couldn’t see anything at all, but it seems like the third runners, Saitama-chan and Zombieman-chan started at almost the exact same time!

So: It seems that everyone has had a chance to see Sonic at the speed of sound!！

PPP: Nope, I didn't see you at all, Sonic chan.

So: What?

PPP: Nobody could see it, too bad.

So: Eh…?

FF: Hey, are you alright? You look like you’re on the brink of death.

PPP: Meanwhile, Saitama is nowhere to be seen!

So: Huh, what did you say!?

PPP: Saitama chan, where did you go off to?

sound effect

Sa: Huh, wait a sec. This scenery is a bit unfamiliar-

BOOM Tropical music

Sa: Eh? Where am I…?

Sa: Ah by any chance, did I take the wrong course? Crap…

Sa: I was running without seeing anything because of the dust...

Sa: Hey this is a jungle…

Sa: Crap, I need to get back quickly.

animal roaring

Sa: Hmm? Something about the animals...

Boom Weird laugh/cry

Sa: Are you… a monster?

Monster (M): That’s right.

I’m a poacher that was monsterfied after a trip to the jungle! With my overwhelming physical ability that was trained to perfection in the jungle, and my hunting instincts, I now reign at the pinnacle of this jungle's ecosystem. As the ultimate invasive species, I will tear people like you, who don the mantle of civilization and allow your physical abilities to devolve, limb from pale civilized limb--

BOOM

Sa: Oops… I should have asked that monster now about which way to Z-City.

Sa: Ah well, it’s probably that way-

Boom

PPP: While Saitama-chan is absent, Zombiman is still running alone!

ZM: Why can’t I see anybody, is this not the sports festival? What am I even racing against? Can I just keep running like this?

AM: Don’t think about it Zombieman, just keep running like that.

ZM: All- Alright, Amai Mask.

So: Damn it, where did Saitama go off to! Hey Genos!

Ge: There’s only one possibility I can think of.

So: What is it?

Ge: He might have gone home.

So: What!? Why in the absolute hell would anyone go home at a time like this!?

Ge: How Naive. You still don’t know anything about the go-home club.

AM: Hmph, looks like this time the match is over.

So: NNGHHHH

Beeping-like sounds

Genos: I sense something, it’s coming!

AM: What!?

PPP: Oh, he’s finally back here, Saitama-chan!

Seigi Shikkou playing

Sa: Sorry, sorry. I went the wrong way…

So: What were you doing, you idiot!

Sa: It’s your fault for spreading dust clouds everywhere.

PPP: However, Zombieman-chan is a long way away in the lead now.

AM: You’re too late.

So: Well, I wonder about that!

AM: What?

Sa: Alrighty, this time I won’t make a mistake.

BWOOSH

PPP: Fa- fa- fast!

Ge: As expected, Captain! His eyes have gone red, probably because money is on the line!

PPP: Saitama chan easily passed Zombieman chan!

ZM: Fast, way too fast!

PPP: And he’s rapidly gaining a wide lead.

AM: Impossible! That plain looking faced guy can’t be this fast!-

Crunch

PPP: Ohh… Amai Mask chan crushed his microphone…

PPP: Mr. Saitama gets ready and passes the baton to King-chan, the anchor!

Sa: I leave the rest to you.

K: Yeah…

PPP: On the other hand the Student Council Team, Zombieman is still far away back.

Ge: As expected Captain Saitama!

So: With this, the match is over.

AM: Nope, you’re pretty naive huh Go-Home team.

So: Huh?

AM: Have a look at our final runner. Can you still say that?

OST: Dark Energy

So: What did you say?

Tatsumaki (T): Hey, why are you running so sluggish! Hurry up and bring the baton to me!

Ge: Tha… That is…

AM: That’s right. The student council vice president. Tornado of Terror!

T: Ugh, I can’t wait anymore!

splash sound

PPP: AAAAAAH! Tatsumaki burst Zombieman’s body into tiny pieces with her Psychokinesis!

PPP: Aaaaand, the baton was passed on to Tatumaki-chan as if it were being carried by water.

So: Gah! In order to win… she even killed her ally!

ZM: No, I’m fine. Since I'm immortal.

Sa: Ah, is that so? I’m glad you’re okay.

ZM: Excuse me, but could you please gather the pieces of flesh scattered over there.

Sa: Sure. Though are you really fine?

AM: Now then, go Tatsumaki, show the power of our student council team!

T: I'll go without you having to say a damn thing, moron! Don't you dare boss me around and give me orders while your useless ass is just sitting back and relaxing in the commentator's seat! You disgust me. Why don't you just go on home with the Go-Home Club?!

PPP: Whoa! Tatsumaki-chan unexpectedly beat the Go-Home Club to the punch by telling him (AM) to go home!

PPP: Amai Mask-chan, is there anything you wish to say towards Tatsumaki-chan?

AM: Fufu

PPP: Amai Mask-chan is just barely able to maintain his smile, but it is at maximum twitching! As usual, today Tatsumaki-chan is emanating an aura of range in all directions!

T: Every last one of them, they can’t do anything without me. Here I go!

wind sfx

crowd panic

PPP: Aaah Tatsumaki-chan’s extremely powerful psychokinesis! There’s an actual tornado invading the campus!

PPP: The students --gagh, and even the tent we’re in, are getting blown away--gaah!

T: HAAAAAAAAAA!

winds intensify

PPP: King-chan.. Where is King-chan!

Sa: Ah, there right?

PPP: The object being blown away with tremendous force… K.. King chan!?

Ge: No, he’s not being blown away...

So: He’s riding the wind!

Sound of something lowering down

Tatsumaki: Huh?

PPP?: WHAT!?

PPP: With tremendous force King chan has wooooooooon!

PPP: The winner is the go-home club team!

cheers

K: Hm, what happened to me?

Sa: You did it, King!

Ge: As expected, King-senpai!

So: This is the world’s strongest man’s power…

T: You’re the one I lost to, it can’t be helped…

Amai: Cheers to you...

PPP: Congratulations, the MVP is King!

Crows woos

Saitama: Nice, let’s eat barbecue with the prize money.

King: Yeah. Though before that… I’m gonna swing by the infirmary.

#OPM #alternate universe #ONE #audio story #Saitama #Sonic #Genos #king #High School AU #school sports day #pure chaos #Tatsumaki #Amai Mask #Puri Puri Prisoner #Drive Knight #all's fair in war and sport #Zombieman #poor Zombieman #also the quotes from this story ha! ha! #it's a good job OPM isn't set in high school -- no work would be done

[writeraquamarinara]

as with everything else in life, I’m late to making this post. I tend to make one around Jan 1st every year, but it’s now a few days after that, and all i can say for myself is that time is non-consequential during a pandemic, right? right.

anywho, this is my usual “thank you for keeping me going this year” post, but with even more fervor. 2020 would not have been nearly as tolerable without you all in it. and when i say all i really do mean all. thank you to anyone who follows me here or has read and supported my work on AO3 or has sent me a message or an ask or even just likes my posts. you can never know how many people’s hearts you’ve touched, lives you’ve made better, but i’m telling you now: you made me smile and laugh and feel love in a year that could have easily stolen all that. thank you for sticking around.

a few more specific shoutouts are under the cut to keep from flooding your dashes. i hope you’re all having a wonderful start to the new year.

much love, mari

to @anniemurphys: ria, i cannot thank you enough, for so many things. you played such a vital role in turning this year around for me. your friendship, and the friendships you’ve helped me make through book club, kept me smiling from week to week. i never wanted to leave our meetings, no matter how long they’d already gone. I could listen to your literary analyses and life advice for days on end. you’re such a kind, patient, loving person, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. here’s to another year of freaking out over taylor swift albums and the power inherent in voluntarily turning oneself into vegetation.

to @bigdsgirl: heidi, you’re one of the sweetest, most hard-working people i know. you amaze me, and you graciously humor my latest hyper fixations—somehow always knowing, always reblogging content related to what i’m obsessing over at the moment. you give such great advice and have such a calming presence that i love being in chats and on calls with you. i cannot wait for more zoom movie nights in 2021.

to @hellodinoflower: raptor, you’ve supported me for so many years now, and whenever i feel down about my writing i’ll go back through the comments on some of my old fics and yours always make me tear up. you’re so thoughtful and kind and excited about my work that i cannot help but be the same. i hope you enjoyed the little dino reference in pride & publishing—i tried my best, i really did—and i hope you’re doing well. sending you so much love.

to @soyforramen: soy, i promise i’ll get to your head canon asks some day. i promise i haven’t forgotten them; i’m just uncreative and uninspired, but what else is new. you, however, are brilliant and kind and thoughtful, and your guidance in making both life and fic-writing decisions has been so important to me this year. wishing you so much luck with school this year, and even more happiness.

to @ithoughtyoulikedmereckless: rach, where to even begin? you’re the person i talk to when i’m feeling happy or sad or annoyed or angry or pretty much anything, really. our FaceTime convos are my favourite, no matter what time of day we have them at (somehow, the ones at 10pm are just as crazy as the ones at 3am, and i don’t really understand how or why, but i love that for us). i’ve learned so much about myself through my conversations with you, and you keep me level headed when i start doubting myself too much. you understand me on such an amazing level and i’m so lucky that you reached out to me so many years ago. i’m so lucky that we just happened to find each other on here and just so happened to move near each other this year. i still cannot believe i get to see you in person and go on walks in the woods with you. you’re such a talented photographer, writer, painter, baker, and all around artist; an incredibly kind and funny person; and i aspire to be you. i’m rambling now, but just know that i love you.

to @catthecoder: lav, my light, my love. seeing your icon and username on my dash makes me smile so hard. you just give off the best vibes and chatting with you always leaves me feeling like i’ve been basking in the sunlight for the past few hours. we need to make a resolution to sprint with each other more often this year, even if 2021 is going to be as hectic as ever, as i find so much joy in reading your snippets as we go along. you’re such a wonderful writer, and i often read your gift to me from years ago for inspiration and comfort. i hope you’re doing well and am sending so much love.

to @stirringsofconsciousness: stirrings!! i know you’ve had a super busy year, but you still made time to chat with me and i’ll be forever grateful. i often think about the advice you’ve left for me and the thoughtful responses you’ve given to my personal posts and find so much inspiration in your own words and actions. i also still cannot get over the time when you sent me a post of artful vases because you thought of me when you saw them. mortifying ordeal of being known who? anyways lol, i just wanted to thank you for being in my life and wish you a happy 2021.

to @heavy-lies-the-crown: alex, i just wanted to thank you for putting your time and energy towards answering my incessant questions this year. you’ve been an inspiration to me as a writer ever since i first found your work, but you’re also an inspiration to me as a person, and i’m always thinking about the advice you’ve given me. i hope you had a wonderful end to 2020, and that 2021 brings you even more joy than seeing your posts on my dash brings me. much love.

to @stonerbughead: maria, you brought so much happiness to my 2020. your support for my work took my breath away every time, and I swear I nearly cried when I saw your latest comments on pride and publishing. you put so much time and energy into this fandom, and into supporting the people in it, and I hope you know that it doesn’t go unnoticed. we all love you, and we’re so lucky to have you; your fics are brilliant, your podcast highlights are a joy to read, and your disdain for ras is hilarious. thank you for being you. sending lots of love.

to @sullypants: sully, it’s been years and i still marvel at how lucky i am to know you. you’ve taught me so much, from how to be more thoughtful to how to navigate therapy and self-love to how to be a kinder person in the world. you introduced me to ask polly and you send me really nice asks and you’re one of like four people who interacts with my posts on a consistent basis, which makes me feel a little less alone in the world, if that makes any sense. i’m going to stop myself from rambling on or else i might cry, but i just wanted to thank you for—here comes the cliche—changing my life (doesn’t everyone we meet change our lives, in some way or another? but you’ve changed mine considerably, and for the better). sending you so much love (in the form of both yellow and blue heart emojis)

to @justcourbeau: mel, our paths cross less frequently now than they used to, but that doesn’t mean i don’t think about you and the conversations we’ve had, or smile when i come across your posts on my dash, or when i happen to open up instagram once in a blue moon and see you’ve posted on your story. please never stop sending me sparknotes memes—especially cask of amontillado ones. your words of advice from the night i called you, distraught, a few years ago live in my brain rent free, and i will continue to carry them into 2021 with me. i hope 2021 treats you well, and that you achieve all you want and more. sending you an immense amount of love.

to @protectorofthesmoll: your string of comments on pride and publishing made me cry multiple times, i swear. i still read them back every so often, when i’m trying to muster the courage to start up on the new chapter. your support means so much to me, and it amazes me how far back it goes: I’m pretty sure I have at least two asks of yours sitting in my inbox, from back in 2018 when I had barely any followers or supporters, both of them writing prompts that I never filled. i promise i’ll get to them one day. anywho, i just wanted to thank you for your support this year, and every year before that. wishing you so much love and happiness in 2021.

to @panalegs27: 2020 was the year of figuring out that we have so much in common: a hatred of dating apps, confusion over tumblr’s obsession with the raven cycle, and an attraction to logan lerman with gray hair. thank you for chatting about all of these things, and more, with me; seeing that you’ve sent me a post always makes me smile, and our conversations make me laugh. wishing you even more love and laughter in 2021.

to @indiebughead: maria, it’s been so lovely getting to know you more over the course of this year. i love listening to your stories and living vicariously through you, lol. (i want updates on new neighbor boy, asap!) thank you for listening to my petty rants and for encouraging me to make bad decisions and be salty on main when i want to be. i couldn’t have asked for a more supportive conspirer ;) sending lots of love.

to @redundantoxymorons: iz, you’re one of the smartest, most eloquent, most supportive people i know. i know 2021 will be both stressful and exciting in many ways, and i wish you all the best. i know you’re going to thrive wherever you end up, and i’ll cheer you on as you navigate this new world, just as you’ve done for me all these years. i’m so lucky to have you as a friend, supporter, and beta, and all of our conversations bring me so much joy. pls continue to gush about taylor swift and rec books and send uquizzes with results that make me feel Known in 2021. i love you very much <3

to @cracklr: leda, i’ve missed your passive aggressive smiley faces, but your gushing insta comment more than made up for that, i promise :) sending you so much love and happiness in this new year <3

to @dottie-wan-kenobi: dottie, the posts we send each other make me so upset, but in a good way—the “if i just had to see this nasty shit then so do you” kind of way—and i love that about our relationship. who else would understand how disgustingly hilarious something is other than my wife? no one, that’s who. i often think about how you were the first friend i made in fandom, and i’ll be forever grateful for that: i couldn’t have found a better person. i love you so much, and am sending you all my love.

this list of shoutouts is really much shorter than it should be, but my brain is currently friend and i cannot seem to think properly anymore. therefore, i’m going to call it a day and reiterate my above statements that I love you all, and I hope you have a fucking amazing 2021.

#i can't find my 2019 one of these so i've decided i need to start tagging them with something so i can read them back #so for posterity: #end of the year appresh #anywho #none of this is edited or read over #so if it's embarrassingly cheesy or there are typos... welp

[montosmadman]

I was tagged by @soy-celeste ages ago. This was hard but also super rewarding because I really got to take a deep dive in the murky depths of my own music library. Thanks for thinking of me, Cata💕

Task: choose TEN SONGS that describe your personal aesthetic / how you see yourself. Bonus points if you write a little explanation for each song, that‘s not a must though.

List under a read more because it turned out really long and includes some very personal and possibly triggering mental health stuff.

I'm tagging @capitanogiorgio @hendos @furiousflamewolf @checoswin and @diegoalvesisgod

1. Nakashima Mika - 僕が死のうと思ったのは

The title loosely translates to "The reason I thought I'd die" or "The time I thought I'd die". Yes, I went there right off the bat.

Let's get something straight: I'm not suicidal. I have never been actively suicidal, despite struggling with depression and anxiety most of my teenage/adult life. However, what this song captures for me is the feeling when you're not actively thinking about killing yourself, but you do have this empty feeling when you think there's no point for you being alive. And that's something I'm very familiar with.

There are a couple lines I wanna highlight, even though the whole song hits me very hard whenever I listen to it:

その木漏れ日でうたた寝したら、虫の死骸と土になれるかな

If I lie down beneath the sunlight streaming through the trees, will I become like the dirt and insect remains?

あなたのような人が生きてる世界に少し期待するよ

If people like you are living in this world, then maybe it’s alright to hope a little too.

The first line does what I talked about to above: it's the feeling when you just lie down and wonder if anything would change if you just disappeared. The second line -- last one of the song -- has more hope. It's when you find a reason to believe in the future and realize there is still a reason to live. Personally, I'm trying to hang very hard on that last thought even when the world seems to be against me.

(Full translation in a pinned comment under the Youtube video)

2. The Ark - Little Dysfunk You

No essay here. I just needed to have The Ark on the list because they're the official soundtrack of my life, the first band whose album I bought myself, and who taught me it was okay not to fit in. I even have a tattoo that says "a little dysfunk" because my best friend and I have been relating to this song long before either one of us realized we weren't neurotypical. It's the very dysfunctional ode to our friendship, and I love it.

3. Elton John - Rocket Man

I feel like this might be a universal experience growing up neurodiverse and/or an outsider. You spend years feeling like you're alone in space, on another planet, and you want to connect with people but at the same time know that once you come back, you still won't be the person others want or expect you to be. The challenge is to accept that and realize it's okay and you don't need to change yourself for others. And it really is hard when you're raised in a society where the odds are stacked against you.

4. Sanni - Jos mä oon oikee

Look, I'm giving you something in Finnish too!

Sanni is one of the Finnish artists whose breakthrough I originally missed because I was living abroad. I only properly discovered her a couple years after moving back, when I was driving a lot for my work and hence listening to the radio much more than I used to. Her songs just kept standing out from the rest: her lyrics had this amazing depth even when she was singing about mundane stuff -- like, she was finding these painful truths I hadn't ever spoken but felt very clearly.

That said, I had to choose the one song that's actually very upfront with this idea of being an outsider and not feeling like a part of this world. The title translates to "If I am real" and that pretty much sums it up. It's a song about feeling lonely in the middle of a crowded room, feeling like no one sees you or cares what you do. I personally have this habit of taking a step back and observing people rather than getting involved -- and even when I do, it rarely feels like it's really me out there, because I'm so used to masking and acting like everyone else just to fit in, you know?

I'll finish this off with my favourite verse, translated by yours truly. The last line especially hits home super hard no matter how many times I hear it.

Rautatieasema maanantaina ruuhkaisa Kaikilla tuntuu olevan kiire ja suunta Mä oon ulkopuolella vaik seison sisällä Jos oon jo kotona miten voi olla koti-ikävä

The railway station on Monday is crowded Everyone seems to be in a rush and have a direction I'm outside even though I'm standing inside How can I feel homesick when I'm already home

5. Shobha - Last Exit To Freedom

Full disclosure: Degrassi has been one of my comfort series for many, many years. When this song was first introduced in Next Class, it hit me really hard because it was woven into this whole storyline about depression and suicide, which at the time spoke to me a lot. I repeat, I have never been suicidal, but I do get the headspace that could drive people into it.

However, listening to it again now, it's mostly the message of hope that shines through to me. It's a song that can take two very different readings depending on what your own baggage is. And the series actually acknowledges that later on, which I think is not only beautiful but also extremely important.

There's empty places in my life and I need to breathe There's empty spaces on the map waiting there for me

I've never felt more free than when I actually drop my responsibilities and just go where I want to go. I need that space to breathe, and that's why it has always been such a relief when I could just pack up and start over in a new place. Some might call it running away from my troubles -- and they wouldn't be completely wrong -- but that doesn't change the fact that I've always valued my own freedom above any arbitrary societal norms.

6. Scandinavian Music Group - Näin minä vihellän matkallani

SMG is another one of those bands I grew up on and have seen live several times, so they needed to be here. This song is more on the "aesthetic" end of scale than how I see myself. In fact, I've many times hoped I could be like the narrator of this song. I'll give you a couple of verses to explain:

Kun minulta viedään kaikki Autan kantamaan Ja kun lopulta kaadun Teen sen näyttävästi

When everything's taken from me I'll help them carry it And when I finally fall I'll do it with a flair

Minä vihellän matkallani Näin minä vihellän matkallani Jos sen on oltava niin Olkoon sitten niin

I'm whistling on my journey See how I'm whistling on my journey If this is how things have to be Then so be it

It's this carefree attitude. Laughing in the face of hardship and controversy. There's another amazing line about getting back to the saddle after you fall and swearing you'd do it all over again. I've never been able to do that, because I carry all my old failures and pains so close to the surface, and could never just shake them off with a shrug, no matter how minor.

But on another level, I keep hearing from people who I thought knew me that I don't seem depressed. And who can blame them: on the outside, it probably looks like I bounce back from hardships really fast, because I'm so used to masking my issues that the moment I'm physically capable of doing it, I will. So you might say this song is a picture of my outer self, though it hardly mirrors what's really going on.

7. Queen - Don't Stop Me Now

I'm a firm believer that if my life was a teen movie, this is the song I'd have playing in the final scene where I'd just go "fuck that" and started dancing with @mirkwoodstock in the middle of the parking lot of something. It's my ultimate party anthem, the one that always has me dancing and singing along no matter where I am.

Back when we were at the university, Nanna and I used to go to this rock'n'roll club in town and they'd always play Don't Stop Me Now close to the end of the night, and it really became our song. Like, no matter how shitty I felt, when it came on, I'd be there, and so would she. And that's why it also deserves to be on the list.

8. Blind Channel - Died Enough For You

Throwing a rare newer song into the mix. The moment I heard this song, I knew I'd be listening to it a lot. There's also an acoustic version if you're not a fan of the genre or if you just wanna have a different perspective. Blind Channel is also representing Finland in Eurovision next week, and I'm living for it.

Advertising aside, Died Enough For You takes me to some really dark times in my life. I've been in relationships, both romantic and not, where I've been carrying the other person and giving so much of myself, risking my own mental health (which was not that good to begin with) and not getting much in return. There comes a point where you have to prioritize yourself and admit that dragging yourself into the same abyss is not going help anyone. Unfortunately, usually it takes more strength to admit that and leave than to stay in the relationship that's hurting you.

I'm still talking to some of these people, but I've learned to give myself a permission to sign off when I notice that by helping them I'm only hurting myself more. Someone else's wellbeing cannot be my responsibility when I'm struggling to keep myself afloat. And I truly hope everyone who is supporting me also knows that.

9. Aqua Timez - 真夜中のオーケストラ

Title translates to "Midnight Orchestra". Yes, it's from Naruto. I discovered it back when I was still more involved in anime fandom stuff, and fell for it again year ago when I binged the anime when to lockdowns started, because I needed an escape.

And what an escape it was. Have you ever heard a song and immediately went "I need a tattoo of this", or is that just me? I'm probably not going to get a tattoo because I don't trust non-Japanese artists to get the kanjis right, but the song still captures something very real about loneliness that's not really visible but still very much there. Like, the moment when you meet a person you can truly relate to and for the first time realize you'd been feeling lonely all that time. That's what this song describes to me.

Below are a few verses towards the end of the song. I've bolded the one that first caught my attention (and which I still have as the title of my Japan sideblog).

真夜中の詩が叫んだ「僕ほんとうは独りが　嫌いだ　大嫌いだ」 独りぼっちで　生きてゆけてしまうなんてこと

The song of midnight cried out "I truly hate being alone more than anything" I hate to go on living completely alone…

幸せなんて　小さなスプーンで掬えるくらいで充分なんだ 分け合える人がいるか　いないかだけ

All I need is being able to scoop happiness with a tiny spoon so long as I have someone to share it with

(Full translation)

真夜中の詩は叫ぶよ「僕ほんとうは　僕ほんとうは　淋しかった」 太陽の眩しさに　かき消されても

The song of midnight cried out "I was truly, truly… lonely" Even if I were to be erased by the sun's radiance

10. Jenni Vartiainen (Apulanta) - Mato

This song, named "Worm", was originally released by Finnish rock band Apulanta in 1997. The lyrics, while they might make sense as individual statements, are basically gibberish when you combine them into one piece and try to understand the meaning. There is none. Anyways, the version I chose is a remake by another artist, first performed on the Finnish version of The Best Singers format. It doesn't make any more sense, I just like it better because Jenni is hot and she made it so much fun.

And the reason it's on this list? Welcome to my brain, folks! Sometimes, especially when I'm overwhelmed by lots of external stimuli, my mind tends to just wander wherever the hell it pleases and make connections even I don't get. It also likes to forget the stuff I said just a second a go, so I can switch subjects on the go without even noticing. It's very soothing to have music that doesn't require me to make those connections when that happens.

And now, I shall close this massive post with the first verse of this masterpiece:

Minä tahdon ulos, tahdon ulos kattilasta Minä tahdon pelastaa vielä sinutkin kiehumasta Minä tahdon lentää ulos vessan ikkunasta Minä tahdon tietää kaiken teidän karkkimaasta

I want out, I want out of this kettle I also want to save you from boiling I want to fly out of the toilet window I want to know everything about your candy land

Stay safe and take care of yourselves my dears💕

#tag meme #long post #music #neurodiversity #mental health #tw suicide #tw depression #tw mental health #tw toxic relationship

[recurring-polynya]

Oh boy!!! Polynya I have a sudden ferocious hankering for Byakuya and Aizen being viciously passive aggressive to each other. Most of the time you write B he is in the company of his family or his loved ones. So clearly the ultimate way to bring out the knives is an AU in which all the captains are in the same Homeowner's Association. I have no preference for ships; I crave only drama, the pettier the better.

Alopex. Alopex. Why. Why u do this 2 me. You’re my favorite, tho, I cannot refuse you. I hope this is petty enough. I almost made this whole thing an epistolary fanfic that took place over NextDoor, the worst “social media”, but I think it worked better with everyone in person.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

🏠     🏠     🏠

“Gosh darnit, the only K-cups left are apple cider and pumpkin spice!”

“Oh, that can’t be right, I know I filled up the carousel just before the meeting! Retsu! Retsu, honey, we’re out of K-cups, and I bought a whole carton at Costco and I just don’t understand--”

Kuchiki Byakuya glanced up from the presentation materials he was reviewing for the six hundredth time. For starters, Byakuya wasn’t really sure anyone should be letting Hitsugaya Toushirou have coffee in the first place. It was 8p.m., and the child couldn’t be more than twelve. Byakuya had never been very clear on a) why the Seireitei Estates Homeowners’ Association let the child attend the meetings in lieu of his father (or possibly step-father?), a doctor who worked late hours, and b) why a young child would want to attend a Homeowners’ Association meeting anyway, but he had more sense than most of the other board members, so Byakuya didn’t ask questions.

Byakuya also wasn’t sure why they had to have “refreshment breaks.” Breaks were for quitters, in Byakuya’s opinion. Granted, the meeting was being held at Unohana’s house this month, which meant that the baked goods were impeccable, but Unohana’s high-strung wife tended to radiate so much nervous energy that Byakuya worried the woman was going to spontaneously combust.

“Oh, sunflower, I’m sure they just got pushed behind the croquembouche,” Unohana purred reassuringly. “I’ll help you look-- oh, excuse me, Mr. Ichimaru.”

As Unohana pushed past that weaselly shyster Ichimaru Gin, she swung her hips, knocking into him. Approximately thirty K-cups tumbled out of the pockets of Gin’s couture tracksuit.

“Oh, there they are!” Unohana sang innocently.

“How did those get in there?” Gin gasped, as though he were genuinely puzzled.

Byakuya shuddered. Ichimaru worked for the second biggest law firm in town, after, of course, Kuchiki and Sons. Byakuya dreaded the day he might find himself across a negotiation table from the man. Not that harbored any doubts about annihilating that idiot in a contest of the law, he just didn’t like being in the same room with him.

“Here you go, dear,” Unohana said, popping a K-cup into the machine and patting little Toushirou on the head. Toushirou was too busy glaring at Gin to notice.

“That looks like some presentation you’re givin' after the break, eh, Kuchiki?” Ichimaru drawled, selecting a bearclaw from the pastry tray. “Or didja bring home the paperwork from the Tsunayashiro merger?”

Byakuya sniffed and shuffled his papers back into their portfolio. “I approach all areas of my life with the same diligence as I do my professional work.”

“What a coinky-dink! I do, too-- I don’t work hard at anything.”

Byakuya had no interest in frittering away his preparation time to small talk with a moron. “I am going to set up,” he said coolly.

“Good luck!” Ichimaru trilled, giving a saucy little finger wave.

Byakuya returned to Unohana’s sitting room, where he had left his easel and poster board near the hideous faux fireplace with its tacky LED candles.

Aizen was sitting at the cardtable he’d set up at the front of the room, fiddling with his chintzy little gavel. “You look very prepared,” he said, in a tone of voice that was almost as insipid as the oatmeal-marl turtleneck sweater he wore. “Do try not to run too long, though. I’m only the substitute president, you know! I want to run a tight ship, ha ha!”

Byakuya narrowed his eyes. He was still slightly salty that President Yamamoto had felt the need to take a last minute trip on a “Single Seniors Cruise.” Something something about a flash sale and when you’re old you have to take advantage of the time you have left, etcetera, etcetera, but if there were anyone that Byakuya could count on take his side in the matter, it was that antediluvian rule-enforcer. For that matter, Byakuya wasn’t actually sure whether Yamamoto even cared about clipped hedges and shoveled sidewalks or if he just liked yelling at people and slapping them with fines.

Aizen was also a bit of a stickler for the finer points of home maintenance, but the man had no substance to him, with his floppy hair and his chunky knitwear and his horn-rimmed glasses.

“All right, everyone!” Aizen called in his stupid simpering voice. Byakuya had no idea what the man actually did, but Byakuya figured he was a preschool teacher or an art therapist or something equally touchy-feely. “Please take your seats! The next item on our agenda is a presentation on, uh, ‘A Secret But Important Topic, from our neighbor over at number six, let’s give a big hand for...Byakuya!”

“Hold the applause,” Byakuya said sternly, holding up a hand. “I come to you today to call for-- nay, demand the expulsion of one Zaraki Kenpachi from the Board of this Homeowners Association, and possibly also the entire neighborhood, if that’s possible.”

“We can’t kick people out of the neighborhood,” Aizen stage-whispered to him.

“Is he actually a member of the HOA Board?” Kyouraku asked, scratching his shaggy mane. “I’ve never seen him at one of these meetings.”

Byakuya turned to Tousen, the Board treasurer, who had taken his seat at the front table with Aizen and Ichimaru. “Mr. Tousen, did you happen to look into the dues records, as I requested?”

“I did, yes,” Tousen replied. “It turns out that Mr. Zaraki is excused from paying dues. There was a post-it note in President Yamamoto’s handwriting that said,” Tousen made finger quotes, “‘Zaraki fixed my car, excused from dues.’”

Byakuya scowled. “That doesn’t seem… sufficient… it is of no matter.” He grabbed the bed sheet covering his posterboard, and dramatically swept it away. It would have been more dramatic if the bedsheet weren’t covered in Chappy rabbits, but there was no way he was bringing one of his own 800-thread counts into a house that contained cats.

“I have been closely watching Mr. Zaraki’s residence for the last few months, as his rear yard backs to mine, and I believe he may be operating a fight club in his garden on weekends. They do move into the garage if the weather is unpleasant.”

A hush fell over the room, except for Isane and Ukitake Juushirou, who were discussing the merits of blind-baking pie crusts.

“Er, sorry, did I miss something?” Juushirou asked apologetically, after realizing he was the only person talking.

“Kenpachi seems to be running some sort of fight club,” his scruffy husband supplied, looking deeply confused, as usual.

“Goodness!” Juushirou exclaimed. “Are you sure?”

Byakuya cleared his throat. “Allow me to present the evidence I have gathered.” He picked up two large binders, and handed one to Soi Fon in the front row, and the other to Aizen, who immediately passed his, unopened, to Ichimaru. “There are about two dozen disreputable personages who are frequently found loitering about the premises. The first page of the binder indexes each of them by a descriptive nickname, including times I have seen them. Photographic evidence follows.”

“They seem to be washing cars in most of these photos,” Soi Fon pointed out, flipping a page back and forth. Or are they fixing the cars? I can’t tell.”

Komamura craned his head over, curiously. “Wow, is that a ‘73 Stingray? Nice.”

“Yes, they also like to get together to maintain and detail their vehicles,” Byakuya snapped. “Usually at ungodly hours of the morning. I am almost positive that many of those cars do not employ catalytic converters. In any case, it is easier to take pictures of them during the day.”

“Looks like they like to spray each other with hoses, too,” Gin noted, waggling his eyebrows. “Why are there so many pictures of this one guy with the red hair and tattoos? He sure doesn’t like to wear a shirt, does he?” Aizen appeared to be leaning to the side, trying to look at the book out of the corner of his eye.

“My dutiful sister did the photographic surveillance! She is very thorough, and I appreciated the help!” All these questions were knocking Byakuya off his game. He smacked his pointer against the poster. “May I direct your attention to Figure A, a bar chart of traffic on his street vs. hours of the day.”

“Tell us more about the fight club,” Soi Fon interrupted, shoving her binder over to Komamura. “Are there weapons involved, blunted or otherwise? How many people usually show up? Is it held regularly, or do you suspect there’s, say, an email list or something?”

“I think it’s some sort of mixed martial arts,” Byakuya said, rubbing his forehead. “There are often up to a dozen of them, but sometimes it’s as few as three or four.”

“You know, I’m looking through the bylaws,” Aizen said, turning pages in the bylaw binder without actually looking at them, “and I’m not exactly clear on whether fight clubs are actually… you know, forbidden.”

“They’re illegal,” Byakuya bit off.

“Per-haaaps,” Aizen drew out. “But what really constitutes… a ‘fight club,’ am I right? I mean, Dr. Unohana teaches kickboxing classes in her basement studio, is that a fight club?”

“No,” Byakuya replied.

“Exactly, and we wouldn’t want her to be painted with the same brush for just trying to teach other women the arts of self-defense, now would we?”

“It’s not for self-defense,” Unohana clarified.

“Or what about having a bunch of friends over and hitting each other with foam swords while you pretend to be werewolves?” Ichimaru broke in cheerfully. “That’s just our rights as citizens, to pretend to be werewolves in our basements with our friends.”

“It’s a tabletop RPG,” Komamura growled. “I am not a LARPer. There are no weapons. Also, you really do not need to bring it up every single board meeting. It is a perfectly normal adult hobby that I do to spend quality time with my friends.”

“Speaking of which,” Gin turned his binder of pictures around, “isn’t this guy in your group? With the sunglasses?”

“Hmm?” Komamura flipped a few pages. “Oh, huh, yeah, that’s Iba.”

“Surely a good friend of yours wouldn’t have anything to do with an illegal fight club, eh, Mr. Komamura?” Aizen suggested.

Komamura made a non-commital grumble. “I mean, I could ask him if it’s a fight club, if you want me to.”

“I have yet to hear any evidence that supports the existence of this so-called ‘fight club,” Tousen broke in.

“That’s because I keep getting interrupted, I have an audio recording and also some several emergency room admission records--”

“Mr. Zaraki is an upstanding citizen of our town and a devoted father,” Tousen continued. “Are you suggesting that Mr. Zaraki is not a responsible parent?”

“Well, now that you mention it…” Byakuya mused.

“Juushirou, you and Shunsui babysit for little Yachiru all the time, don’t you?” Aizen asked sweetly. “Have you ever seen any evidence that she isn’t the sweetest little girl in the entire world?”

Toushirou raised his hand. “Excuse me? She is a menace, actually?”

“Oh, no, Yachiru is always a ray of sunshine!” Juushirou beamed. “Very active child.”

“Eats a lot,” Kyouraku added.

The edges of Byakuya’s vision were beginning to bleed into red. “We are not talking about the Zaraki child--who, by the way, buried an entire ham in my prize tulip bed--”

“It sounds like you have a grudge against the entire family, Kuchiki,” Aizen replied mildly. “These board meetings are not a venue for airing your petty grievances.”

“You are not even listening! If you would just turn to page--”

“I think you’ve wasted enough of everyone’s time.” Aizen turned his doe eyes to the audience. “Is there anyone here who wants to invest any more energy listening to Byakuya’s vitriol?”

Byakuya looked out over his audience, looking for an ally. Komamura shifted in his seat uncomfortably. The Kyouraku-Ukitakes refused to make eye contact. Unohana was reading a magazine about decorative wreaths. Toushirou raised his hand again with a helpful smile, but no one actually ever cared what he thought.

“Soi Fon, you’re an actual police officer!” he begged.

“It’s just a fight club,” Soi Fon shrugged.

Byakuya was desperate. “Dr. Kurotsuchi?”

Kurotsuchi looked up from his phone. “Eh?”

“Have you been paying attention to any of this?”

“Of course not, I only come for the snacks.”

Byakuya gritted his teeth. “Zaraki is running a fight club and these fools wish us to turn our heads and look the other way.”

“Well, it’s not a very good fight club,” Kurotsuchi agreed. “I’ve been. They don’t allow poisoned weapons and the beverage selection is quotidian at best.”

“You see! You see, right there, Kurotsuchi has even attended! That’s proof that a) it exists and b) it defames the character of the neighborhood!”

“I’m declaring this issue closed,” Aizen replied breezily. “And Kuchiki, I really think you should try to get along better with Kenpachi. You are neighbors, after all.” He brightened. “Oh, I know! We’ve got the community yard sale coming up in June. Why don’t you go ask him if he wants to join the planning committee?”

“Byakuya… will...ask....Zaraki...to chair…the yard sale planning committee,” Gin read aloud as he wrote it into the minutes.

“I agreed to no such thing!” Byakuya howled.

“Onto the next topic!” Aizen chirped. “Trash pickup happens every Friday at 7am and a few of our neighbors have been leaving their bins out as late as noon.”

Later, after the meeting, as Byakuya was packing up his binders and his posterboard, Aizen walked up to him, munching on a rhubarb scone. “Really nice presentation, Byakuya. Good fonts, well cited, you obviously put a ton of work into it. Also, that Zaraki is a blight on the neighborhood. Ideally, he would be thrown in prison.”

Byakuya stared at Vice-Presiden Aizen, mouth agape. “Then why did you and your cronies ruin my presentation and shut me down at every turn?”

Aizen’s eyes narrowed. His mouth curved into a cold smile. Light glinted off his glasses. “You dared to usurp my rightful place as the winner of the Spring Spirit Most Beautiful Yard competition.”

Byakuya blinked at him blankly. “You cared about that? A man’s lawn is his pride. I keep my yard beautiful as a matter of principle, not for some silly competition.”

“You pay for a lawn service. You shouldn’t have even been eligible.”

Byakuya didn’t even recall entering, he’d just received a letter that he’d won, and a festive yard sign appeared next to his front walk, which he had immediately removed and thrown in the garbage. “The prize was a gift certificate to a miserable chain restaurant. I would give it to you, except that I already gave it to my sister to go out with her hooligan friends. They are perpetually short on funds. I could get you another one, I suppose. The amount was paltry enough, although I was given to understand that the place offers ‘unlimited breadsticks’.”

“It’s too late for that,” Aizen declared. “You have made a powerful enemy. You will feel my revenge in a thousand cuts.”

Byakuya wondered how much of a hassle it would be to just move. He’d heard there were some nice houses over in Karakura Acres.

~end

Shinigami’s Cup: GOLDEN!

“Do you think it would help if I infiltrated the fight club?”

“I appreciate your zeal, Sister, but, no, I do not think it would help.”

“Because I think I might have an in. I feel like I would be really good at going undercover. I could wear a body mic.”

“Rukia, you know I have the utmost faith in you, but are not even five feet tall. I do not, in any way, see how you could realistically ingratiate yourself to an organization populated by large, lumpy men whose raison d’etre is to clobber each other in the face.”

“I have cat-like reflexes! I am really good at dodging and weaving!”

“Rukia.”

“And I’ve been watching a lot of YouTube videos about muscle cars. Go on, ask me something about Dodge Chargers!”

“Rukia.”

“I even ripped the sleeves of an old t-shirt, I look super tough in it. Please, Byakuya, please can I?”

“All right, fine. But do not drink any alcoholic beverages that have ‘light’ or ‘ice’ in the title. It is against our pride as Kuchiki.”

“Thank you Brother, you’re the best!!”

#my writing #wacky au requests #is this...the first time i have written aizen? #wait i wrote some aizen in a flashback scene of a little in love #i do not write very much aizen #it was...kinda fun #the man is petty as hell and i am here for it

[nomunamuinmybrain]

Bitter 6

Finally! It took me so long to get it together and finish this chapter. A lot has happened in my life since I last posted but most importantly I graduated from university. Now that I have all the time in the world I want to give all my attention to writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope you are all safe and healthy given the situation with the pandemic.

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Summary: Sometimes our thoughts get the best of us. Sometimes depression gets the best of all of us. Too oblivious to realize that we are surrounded with love. This is a story about learning to receive love, learning that you deserve love. A fun group of friends and their lives as they gradually change and grow. Sometimes bitter other times sweet much like chocolate such is life.

FLUFF WITH A SPRINKLE (or so) of smut/Slow pace

words: 1.7k

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Chapter 6

A knot forming in my belly, the sensation stretching to my heated mound forcing my thighs to rub in frustration. My hand slithers from my aching breasts to my slit, I can’t believe how wet I got just thinking about him. Next thing I know, the other side of the bed sinks under his weight as he makes his way over me. I am not sure how he got here but I don’t care. I can feel his scent, heavy and sweet, making me dizzy. His hands take over from mine, teasing and touching me. I want him to taste me everywhere. Devour every inch of my being with his sinful mouth, marking me as his. It’s as if he is in my head, knowing my every thought, every desire. My hands pinned above me held by his hand.

No longer thinking reasons to resist this, I completely surrender to his touch. My back arches wanting even more, he is everywhere, I breathe him in and in my utterly intoxicated state that’s when I hear it, beeping loud in my ears, my alarm clock. I knew this seemed too good to be a fragment of reality. Grunting noises escape me while I roll around trying to mute the source. The boys must have gotten up earlier or maybe they left the room right after I fell asleep, making sure I get some rest since they know how stressed I was about this whole coffee meet cute and that’s when I felt it. A strange flutter in my lower belly, a tingling but it was nothing of anxiety, it was pure excitement. I jump off the bed to get ready and after a much appreciated pep talk from the guys I was already out the door and on my way to the coffee shop. Namjoon was sweet enough to text me good morning and ask for my order beforehand. We lock eyes as I am crossing the street and I am positive his smile is outshining the sun, thankfully I did not faint in the middle of the street. Deep breath.

“Here you go. Iced latte, medium, double shot espresso with soy milk and one pump of caramel.”

“Sorry for making you memorize the whole thing. I’m a bit particular with what I like. Especially coffee.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, I’m no better. Iced Americano, blonde roast, extra ice, extra shot with foam.”

“Are we sure the barista didn’t spit in these cause I think I would if I had to make this order.” My silly remark made him laugh and the flutter in my belly grew stronger.

We started walking, heading towards the park. Conversation with him was smooth, effortless, he seemed to be as invested as I was which was refreshing cause for once I felt like I wasn’t blabbering someone to boredom and every time I took my turn to say anything he would look at me. He gingerly brushed his fingers against mine, weaving them with mine, brushing his thumb softly. I guess for the first time I felt interesting to someone other than Hoseok and Tae. There was nothing we didn’t touch on, from family stuff to career and childhood and lost dreams, there wasn’t a topic off the table. When we got to the unavoidable point of discussing relationships and experiences of that kind I tensed up a bit and unfortunately he picked up on that.

“It’s okay if this is too much for you, we don’t have to…”

“No, it’s fine. It’s better to be upfront with things like this.”

“I agree. Took me a while to come to terms with confronting people and situations.”

“Well, I’m in the same boat you know. I don’t have much experience with dating and I’ve never even been in a relationship. My insecurities plus my anxiety and depression haven’t, how should I put this, they didn’t leave any space for that stuff. Working on my relationship with myself and my mental health seemed more important. Also I never wanted to burden anyone with my issues, it wouldn’t be fair. Society has us believing that through another person we can finally feel whole but, well, it’s nothing but a sugar coated pill. Building a strong and healthy relationship with yourself is a blessing on the long run. To the eyes of others it might seem like I’m behind on that stuff but it doesn’t faze me as much anymore.”

“For the record you are not behind on anything, that’s bullshit. You made your wellbeing a priority and that is admirable to say the least. My last relationship has left me with so much trauma it left me frozen, unable to put myself out there to meet someone else. I wouldn’t even have approached you if it wasn’t for my friends pushing me, I feared that I was damaged goods, sort to say.”

I halt my step, turned to look at him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not. I hope you know that you’re not.”

“I know. Now, I know.” His hand cupped my check and I could feel the redness spread as I leaned into his caress. “I hope you know that too.” he continued.

He leaned in, his breath fanning warmth against me, he looked in my eyes, my lips and then back into my eyes, longingly. His plump lips parted letting out a sigh. “I- I really want to kiss you.”

I drew in a sharp breath and answered in a small voice. “Me too.”

His kiss was deep, intoxicating and somewhat controlled cause let’s face it we we’re in the middle of a park. A satisfying grunt escaped me and he did something that I can only describe as a low growl, it was sexy and I could feel the tingling intensify. With both hands on my face, his thumbs tracing patterns on my cheeks, he withdrew his plush lips to lovingly nudge my nose with his.

“I’m so glad we can be together in this moment. Wait, no, that sounds weird. What I meant, what I’m trying to say…”

I take the lead to put him out of his misery. He looked adorable fumbling for the right words.

“Namjoon relax. I know what you mean. I feel the same way.”

The rest of the walk we joked around and I honestly haven’t let go with another person so soon, he has a way, a warmth that just makes me feel comfortable and most definitely desired and appreciated. Before we parted we set another date for Sunday at the movies and for the first time in forever I felt excited for something. Once we got to my building we kissed one more time and even though I told him to go he waited to see me go up which I wouldn’t have done given the situation I had to witness. The door was open and the apartment was full of people. Squeezing my way in I browse for Hobi and once I spot him in the kitchen I make my way to him and grab him from the arm.

“What’s all this?!”

“We are pregaming before we get to Jungkookie’s party. It’s a last minute situation and I offered to help. You do remember we have Jungkook’s thing today, right?”

“It’s 15:46! And yes, I do remember. Isn’t it a little early for pregaming anyway?”

“Um, not when you have a bunch of art hippies. It’s called a brunch pregame or something like that, who cares. Pancake?” he stuffed it in my mouth before I had a chance to answer. Tae jumped and hugged me from behind, most definitely tipsy, playing with my curls.

“How was coffee with dream man Kim Namjoon?” he asked

“She’ll tell us later when we are not in a sea of strangers.”

“In a word, perfect. I’ll head to my room and get ready.”

In the sanctuary of my room I drop my phone on the desk and head to the shower. A much needed scorching hot shower later and with the date replaying in my head, I sit on my desk to do my makeup. It’s already 19:40 by the time I’m finished and the noise has died down assumingly because everyone has left. I wasn’t all that excited about being among people tonight but I would never skip any of Jungkook and Andy’s parties. I think it’s a new sold out show that we’re celebrating but who cares really it’s just going to end up crazy. Jungkook notoriety for making each meetup an unforgettable event is unbeatable. After last time’s paint war debacle I opted for jeans to be as comfortable as possible.

Half an hour later we’re already parked outside of Jungkook’s house and then Hobi locks us in. Tae was the first one to give him the stank eye and question the sanity of his action.

“What the hell?”

“Tae, I am not gonna make the party if y/n over here doesn’t give us the details of this mornings event. I might actually eat my own hand.”

“Okay, okay, but I’ll fast forward a bit because I don’t want to drag this on. I had a wonderful time with him, he is so sweet and considerate, we talked about everything and anything. Also, we kissed and I cannot wait to go on another date.”

Hobi and Tae couldn’t hide their happiness, so prominent in their expression. They both jumped me to give me the tightest hug possible.

“Baby girl we’re so happy for you.”

“Let’s break this up now and get going Jungkook is waving from the door.”

We get to the door, Jungkook waiting for us, arms open, cigar hanging from his mouth.

“You’re into smoking now?” Tae asked

Much to our surprise he bit down to reveal the molten caramel center. Of course its made of chocolate, he’s a candy nut. We’re all ushered inside, everyone’s scattered here and there in the large common area having conversation over the latest pieces acquired in his personal collection. Among new faces and a few familiar ones I spot a face my memory could never erase, he looks up at the same time, eyes locking with mine and shoots me a wink.

My old crush.

The ever so charming, Kim Seokjin.

#bts #btsfic #bts fanfction #bts college au #bts namjoon #namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon x yn #seokjin #bts seokjin #bts hoseok #taehyung #jungkook #thekimlinenet #hyunglinenetwork

[hellas-himself]

ZevWarden Week Day 4, Candlelight Whispers: Opening Up

Hands

Leliel has shared her bedroll and tent with Zevran for months now. His hands have touched every part of her, have kept her from bleeding out during battle. His hands run through her hair at night to lull her to sleep. His hands caress her body- whether they’re naked beneath the stars or hiding in some alleyway with their armor still on- Leliel has never felt so safe. 

She’s killed darkspawn and men, demons and werewolves, and yet…

She can still feel the cold press of armor against her skin, the grimy hands and hot breath against her neck. The way her throat closed when no one believed her. No one cared. She was just another elf. Another mage. Another thing for the Templars to play with and discard. 

Sometimes, she is stuck between two worlds. One where Zevran is running a hand down her back, and another where it’s the Templar. It makes her sick. Her body hurts, and Zevran knows. So he stops; sometimes, she has to leave the tent. He waits up for her, and when she returns, he welcomes her with open arms. Zevran feels like home, or what she always wished home to feel like. Safe. Warm. Peaceful. 

Zevran recites terrible Antivan poetry and teaches her a few words like maldición, mierda, imbecil… but also te amo, soy tuyo, amor. She can’t roll her r’s the way he can and he never lets her live it down. But there’s a gleam in his eyes when she says the words anyway. 

It breaks her heart that Zevran understands, it fills her with rage and sorrow that anyone would have hurt him that way. But when those memories resurface, she knows. She understands. She holds him after the nightmares wake him. Lays beside him and holds his hand when he can’t stomach anything more. He lets her trace the scars over his body, giving her terribly exaggerated accounts of how he obtained them. She knows it’s bad when he jokes about it. So Leliel tells him of the Circle. Of the few memories she has of her childhood. She tells him of her Harrowing, and he cannot imagine walking through the Fade alone. 

He doesn’t look at her with pity, but what she sees in his eyes is enough for her to wish she had met him sooner.

This is a repost. Thank you to @raymurata for holding me accountable in regards to Zevran’s skin. That was a complete mistake on my part- no excuses. 

As stated in the original post, I can’t remember where or what it was that made me feel like Zev was sexually abused while growing up but it stuck with me. I wrote this months ago on a bad night and my friend suggested I write my feelings into something, and this is what happened. 

@zevraholics

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Translations:

maldición: dammit, a curse like you’ve been hexed or something

mierda: shit

imbecil: imbecile  

te amo: i love you

soy tuyo: i am yours

amor: love  

Description: The sun is rising behind them, they are at camp/out in the woods. Zevran and Leliel are lying on their stomachs on their shared bedroll and are covered in a dark red blanket. Leliel is wearing a greyish blue sweater and is resting her jaw against her right fist and is looking at Zevran. She has one gold earring on her right ear and three gold earrings on her left. Zevran is wearing a dark green sweater and has his hands folded before him. He is looking at her and his facial tattoos are visible.  

#zevwarden week 2020 #zevliel #zevran x leliel #these are missing zevran hours #zevran arainai #leliel surana #zevran x surana #zevran x warden #opening up #tw abuse #candlelight whispers

[little-dragon-stories]

When indiscretion leads to... that!

Co-worker to... something pairing Kwon Jiyong and his female employee

Warning: well, it will lead to smut. Sex toy, double penetration, masturbation, dirty talk, what else??? 

Resume: Jiyong indescreet ass hears (and listen) a conversation about sex you have on speaker phone one night when you thought you were alone. He was already whipped for you. Now he can't take you out of his head. But careful tho, no touching permitted on the first date!

W.C. : 11 969 wow! This was suppose to be a one shot but I had to send it in 2 parts. Too many paragraphs apparently.  So, smut part is in the next part. Make sure to read, you don’t want to miss that.

I worked A LOT on this one. It's still not perfect, verb tenses are giving me a hard time. Hope you will enjoy nonetheless.

You’ve been working with Kwon Jiyong for 2 years now. 23 months to be specific. One day, you received a phone call from a ‘headhunter’ asking you to join an emerging company. All you knew at the moment of the interview was that the working conditions were excellent. It was well paid with flexible hours and working days. The only problem was: it was in South Korea. The company stated in the job offer that an all-included luxurious loft would be waiting for you near your work place and a translator would follow you until you are capable to speak korean fluently. Ready to take on new challenges, you flew to Seoul and start a new life there. You agreed for the loft but declined to have a translator following you 24/7, you need your space and it would have annoyed you. After all, with google translate, you can always be understood.

Never in your life you would have imagined that the said company was Peaceminusone owned by the one and only G-Dragon. Even in your country, Bigbang and GD were popular. You knew about it mostly because of their leader, he was a well known fashion icon. You have met him from time to time at the Paris fashion week or other social events hosted by Chanel, your previous employer. He was introduced to you by a common friend one night and that was it. Your relation was nothing less and nothing more than polite exchanges of formalities.

But there you are, working for him now. At the beginning, you were simply a colorist but as time spent by, you became one of the fashion designer of the company, working under the CEO’s order meaning Kwon Jiyong himself. After all this time working late hours together with other creators and staff members as well, you can say that you became ‘close’ to him. Well, not close enough to meet after work hours but inside the 4 walls of the office, the relation between you was smooth and enjoyable. He knew you enough to buy your favorites when he was paying drinks (or food) for the staff and instead of the «virgin» latte with sugar on the side for people to put it according to their taste, you would receive your «soy milk latte with a hint of cinnamon and honey» with your name written on it. Other employees laughed and called you, Jiyong and his manager (the only one with their name written on the drinks) ‘the trio’. You knew it was because you’re the only one who drinks your latte with soy milk but people would continue to tease you for that. It never bothered you and you don’t pay attention to it knowing their mockery are not malicious.

Working at Peaceminusone is very nice, you get along with other employees and to create streetwear clothes on your own was a dream job. Kwon Jiyong is a very strict boss. Even though he’s an idol, maybe even because of that, he’s working twice as hard as all your previous employers and he knows exactly what he wants and he wants it to be deliver at a specific time. His personality is calm, kind and charming though. He don’t need to raise his voice or threaten his employees for them to obey his orders. He just have to ask for something. He don’t care how you do it, he don’t mind the way you use to obtain the result he’s asking for. He is calm, sweet, polite and respectful. He can also be bubbly and play along with the staff. Specifically when he is with his hyung Seunghyun, or with his noona stylist that comes to the office sometimes when it’s the only time he had to have his hair dyed or cut. Really, you are happy. Well, at least, your life was under control. Until that night…

It all started with that conversation you had with your best friend from your home country. You were working late on a new idea you had and knowing you, if you don’t take the pens immediately, you would forget it the day after. So, alone in the office with only the maintenance employees in the building somewhere, not even on the same floor cause they had already cleaned the ateliers and emptied the garbage. They have said goodnight and asked you to activate the alarm at your exit and to report yourself to the janitor’s office before leaving the building. There were no reason for you to think that somebody would hear your conversation or even less to listen to it. But there you were, talking about your sexual life with your best friend on speaker mode to keep your hands free as you were sketching a trench coat while talking. Totally unaware of the presence of your boss, leaned at the door of your atelier, little interested in showing his presence as he was amused by the turn of your conversation.

«Well girl! I never said that I don’t have a sexual life, just that I am having ‘alone’ sex. See the difference?» You asked her. It was where Jiyong started to hear and listen to you.

«Of course I do. I wish I could do that sometimes but I am a married woman now… well, I just can’t.»

«You can’t what?» You asked her, intrigued.

«Masturbate y/n. Masturbate! Follow babycake» she chuckled.

«What do you mean, you can’t masturbate?” You questioned not connecting the dots «Do you have both hands in a cast»?

«I am a married woman, remember? I don’t cheat on my man»

«Sweet baby Jesus! Are you living in the 50’s? It’s your body» you emphased at the word «your».

«Y/n, you say that because you are a single pringle. Wait till you are married. You will change your mind. Also, my husband said that he doesn’t want me to touch myself».

«Hell no! Why do you accept that? Girl, I am deceived» She was not mad at you, not really but she was annoyed and it shows in her voice tone when she answered «You can’t understand, you are single, wait and see».

Maybe she was annoyed by that conversation but for god sake, she needs to understand that nobody else but her have the right to say what will happen to her body. Only your gynecologist can give the order not to touch yourself under some specific medical circumstances.

«In a way or another, sex toys are boring if you want my opinion» she declares.

«The man who will forbid me to masturbate is not born yet. And believe me, he wouldn’t stand a chance to call me his wife the day he would ask me not to. No one but me decides what goes into my vagina and when”.

«Y/n, you really use sex toys? Isn’t weird? Don’t you feel like you’re missing something?»

You smiled. She was not always so conservative, she used to be such a free spirit woman, how can a wedding changed someone like that? «Beside flesh and fluids… not really. I also prefer toys than having sex with a stranger and not being fucked well».

As you take the piece of paper in your hand and analyse your sketch closer, you realise that this coat you are drawing would be perfect with the fabric pattern that Jiyong showed you in the meeting earlier this week, he seemed to appreciate it so much. You’ll have to talk to him tomorrow since he’s supposed to come and approve the work done so far before sending the order to the sewing team. You write a note on the side, drop the sketchbook heavily on the drawing table and lean against the chair. Your feet are on the desk, eyes closed because it’s so late already and you are exhausted. Also, this conversation was taking a turn that annoyed you. You cannot believe that a woman born in the 90’s could have such an old-fashioned thinking.

«I am not saying that I don’t decide what goes in my vagina y/n. I just say I don’t masturbate because I don’t want to cheat on my husband. Since he is my husband and he asked me, I just don’t».

«You contradict yourself, you said your want to masturbate but you don’t because HE considers it cheating. It means he get to decide what goes in your vagina and what doesn’t».

You don’t care about what she does sexually, you just hate the fact that her man decided that she can’t touch herself.

«Think about it my friend...» you teased her «sometimes you are home alone for a week… a big dildo… a clit sucker… mmmmm! Do you know there is a new sex toy that sucks on your clit instead of just vibrate. You can come in 2 minutes top chrono. It does a better job at sucking my clit that my previous boyfriends did, that’s for a say! The things you miss because you are married now...» she laughed, interrupting you.

«Y/n, my babygirl. I love you so much, you silly. I let you play with your sex toys. I prefer to have a real man in my bed anyway».

«TOUCHÉ» you replied «you got me here. Of course it’s better with a real man, when the said man is competent. It’s warmer and smoother and all. But you know what would be even better?”

“No, but I believe you will tell me” she chuckled

“You know me so well… the best of the best would be a man AND toys. I mean… just thinking of it and I have goosebump» Shivering as you said it, Jiyong eyes on you. «Imagine for real, I just can’t… would be too good”.

“You haven’t found a cute korean to do it with you yet? According to you, your boss is sexy and hot!”

“Duh! My boss is G-Dragon girl, the king of Kpop!» For you, that sentence speaks for itself «and as I said, I didn’t taste the korean junk food yet, if you know what I mean” You both laughed at your statement. «So, until I found myself a nice man to share my sexual life with, sex toys will keep me awake at night!»

The eraser you were toying felt on the floor. Looking down, you didn’t see it anywhere. You lean and ultimately get down of your chair to have a better look. It’s when you turn your back from your table to face the door that you saw him. Kwon Jiyong himself. Your boss. Leaning against the door frame, his piercing eyes on you. A smile plastered his mouth the second your eyes met his. Not his usual polite and kind smile, no! A fucking smirk. The kind that means «I heard it all».

«Fuck! Nooooo! No! No! No!» you shout «I’m gonna have to call you later, boss is here» you hang on the phone before she could add anything. Shy, ashamed and in mental agony, you bow very low at him, hands crossed over your heart.

«I am so sorry Mr Kwon. I thought I was alone. Well, I was alone… but I guess I haven’t been careful enough to notice your presence».

«You couldn’t notice, you were kind of busy, right?» He teased.

«I am sorry and if you want my resignation letter, I will give it to you. I would be sad to leave your company because I love it here but I lack respect towards you and I will accept the consequences».

Even tho he never gave you the impression that he was a conservative person, you know you misbehaved tonight. Specifically considering that you are in South Korea and people are conservative and too timid to talk about things related to the body. Not to mention sex… even less sex toys.

You certainly are not expecting to hear the sound that leaves his lips. A giggle. He was laughing to the point he had to stop to catch his breath. But he started again as soon as he notice your quizzicals features.

«Hey, y/n. Why would I ask you to resign? You are my favorite designer here, I hired you personally. I need you. Aren’t you part of the trio, after all?» Oh! no! It came to his ears.

«You heard about that?»

«Of course, they are not the most discreet when it comes to teasing you, young miss and they tease you a lot. In their defense, your reactions are too cute, they will continue to do it just to see the pink on your cheeks» he chuckled.

When you realise he wasn’t mad at you, you are able to breathe normally again. He’s even in a playful mode, his gums on full display. He has a beautiful gummy smile, for sure. A unique perfectly shaped mouth with kissable lips. When he was laughing like that, he was more beautiful than ever if it’s even possible.

«For what you just heard, I am really sorry» you looked at the floor. «I have no actual words to tell you how sorry I am».

«Forget about that. I am an adult and I am not shocked to hear about jerking off. It’s a natural thing to do. So, it’s all good”.

What he was hiding from you is that he was in fact shocked to hear YOU talk about it. You, one of designer. His cute, effective and hardworking favorite. Not to say you were beautiful for his taste. Everything regarding you is beautiful. Your eyes, your skin tone different than his caramel skin, the waves in your hair, your small and delicate but well define body frame. Your voice and facial expressions each time you’re explaining your drawing and sketches passionately. The stars in your eyes each time he gifted you a piece of clothing that you have drawn, now perfectly sew and ready to wear.

Tonight, imagining you with a sex toy engulfed into your core... He had to use all his strength in order not to undress you right here, right now.He wants to show you how a real dick, his dick, would make you feel. But… you never said you wanted him, right?

The fact that he was your boss turned him down too, if he’s being honest. He doesn’t want you to feel obligated. He doesn’t want you to think that you HAVE to do it. He doesn’t want to use his power or position and ultimately make you feel uncomfortable at the office. If only he had heard you say something about him. If he had catch a glance, a message or a sign that you were interested in him, he would have made a move. But never did you.

Oh, he catch your gaze on him a couple of times. Each time you seemed lost in your thoughts, not even realising what you were looking at. You have that habit of fixing things and toying your hair when you are thinking. So he never made a big deal out of it.

«Still Mr. Kwon, I never wanted you to hear me talk like that».

«It’s ok Y/n. Next time, keep those conversations for when you are at home and it will be all good».

«Thank you Mr. Kwon. I won’t do that again I promise».

«Can you stop calling me Mr. Kwon. Call me Jiyong, please. I think I asked you 100 000 times already». He asked, smiling gently. His predatory gaze was gone for good now.

«I’m afraid I can’t. It would be uncomfortable» you answered. You were raised like that, being extremely polite with olders or with your employers. You can’t help it.

«That could be like your punishment, the consequence for the conversation I just heard» he just thought about it. If it needed a situation like this to make you stop calling him by his patronyme, he will use it against you and finally hear his name being cutely pronounced by you. After all, you still have that sexy english accent when you speak and he can’t wait to hear his name pronounced like that. Just the thought of it made him flustered.

«I guess I have to accept then Jiyong ssi».

Finally, he heard it. It was so cute and so sexy at the same time. «Thank you y/n. I appreciate the effort. Now, I have papers to sign for tomorrow. I will be in my office if you need me».

«Well, I will make my way home. See you at the meeting tomorrow?»

«Very good. Have some rest and see you tomorrow».

A few days went by and you didn’t made a big deal out of him hearing your conversation. You just continued to work hard at creating clothes for the next collection. He was happy with the direction that you and the creative team took, you understood his demands very well. You did noticed that he was more frequently at the office although you didn’t pay attention to it. After all, it was the beginning of the creative process for next season and he was there to make sure that his vision will be respected. Everybody at the office noticed that he could have work from home as he usually does and that something was different recently. They noticed the way he was staring at you. The way he was not concentrated as he used to be, his eyes on you.

He couldn't help himself. He tried to be more discreet but each time he saw you shift on your chair he was distracted. You’re talking, he’s listening to you. You eat, he looks at the things that enters your mouth. You get up to go to the bathroom and he follows you with his eyes, nervously waiting for you to come back at your desk. People in the team, they all noticed those little changes in his attitude. Everybody but you. To be honest, you couldn’t noticed. Since that night, you avoided him as much as you could. You address him in the meetings but other that that, you try to avoid being in his presence but mainly you avoid eyes contact as much as you can. That too, people noticed. They knew something happened between you and Jiyong but they didn’t know what it was. You were not bubbly and spontaneous anymore with him. You weren’t cold or you didn’t seem mad either. But it was different. Normally, he would come to you and you would start to chit chat about random stuff, laughing and finishing one and another sentence. Normally you would have jump from your chair and run to his office when you have that “wonderful idea guys, let me explain the concept yall will love it” excited and smiling if he loved your idea, deceived if he didn’t. You normally had a nice working relationship.

It’s not that you didn't want to talk to him anymore. You were just really ashamed that the man that you found the most beautiful and that you would die to get to know better, heard you were using dildos on your lonely time. He heard things that you do in your intimacy, things you wouldn't even share with nobody else but your best friend. He heard it. Not that you are ashamed using toys, it’s just that it’s nobody’s business. Now, that he knows this little detail about you, every time your eyes meet, you wondered if he remembers and you feel naked in front of him.

An entire month passed by since that night. Jiyong was at the office for 1 or 2 hours a day only, to make sure that things were all good. Sometimes he would also video call when he was out of Seoul. But in a way or another you were in touch with him on a regular basis via phone calls, texts messages or face to face. You became your real self again after a certain time. The conversation with your friend was now a vague memory and you didn’t pay attention to it anymore because he never mentioned the incident and didn’t change his attitude with you, you thought. Jiyong for his part didn’t forget at all. In fact, the more he sees you, the more he is crushing hard for you. Specifically today as you are wearing those jeans that fits your booty perfectly and the perfect shape of your breast caressed by the silk of your floral white blouse. You were so feminine, delicate, stunning. Most of all intelligent, thoughtful with everybody and so sexy. You were just perfect and he was about to lose his mind. His noona stylist was here to cut his hairs today because he have a photo shoot in the afternoon. At least, the cut will be fresh, hair will just need to be placed. As he was reviewing some documents, while she was cutting, she notices the several times he lifted his gaze from the papers to look for you. Just like if she was able to read his mind, she asked him:

«Dongseng, what are you gonna do about it?» He hummed as an answer, looking vaguely at her above his shoulder.

She repeated her question but she changed the pronoun ‘it’ for ‘y/n’.

«What do you mean»? He asked, not surprised to be transparent in front of his loyal noona Taehyun.

«Kwon Jiyong» she says «Woman are lining up for you and yet, here you are! Drooling for the only woman in South Korea that doesn’t seemed to want you».

If they only knew. Ever since you were caught talking on the phone that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about that smirk he had on his face when your eyes catched his. The same charismatic smile, that sexual vibe that he has on stage. In the office, he’s just a «normal» person. Acting normally. But that smile, those eyes he had, it reminded you of G-Dragon in all his glory. A predator chasing its prey. It last only a few seconds before he giggled and brought his hand in front of his mouth like he always does when he’s shy. Only a few seconds. But you will never forget those staring eyes and that smirk. The intensity of his look, his whole presence almost like he was looking at you with his whole body. It was enough to give you material for your lonely nights for at least 100 years and beyond. You avoided him at the beginning because you were ashamed but also because you were afraid that if you catch those eyes once again you would do something very stupid like inviting him out for a drink. Or worse, tell him «fuck the meal, the restaurant and the date. I want you direct in my bed».

A date with him, you wouldn’t say no to that. The more you knew him, the more you are charmed. He was the complete package deal. Sexy, funny, brilliant, imaginative, artistic, caring, thoughtful. Among it all, beautiful. His smiley tattoo, when he handed you something, never failed to make your knees weak. You would like to kiss that smiley, take his hand and drag his tattoo onto your cheek and snuggle it with your nose. For some reason, you are all squishy about this tattoo.

«Jiyong, I am begging you… You have to do something if you want to come back on planet earth again».

«See, if ever I do something with her, there is no coming back on earth possible. I would be all over the stars and we would stay there… » he answers, half dreaming, half laughing.

«Fucking in the pink clouds?» She asked, laughing.

«You… you… you» He tries to tell her she was too much to handle but you were coming in their direction.

«Jiyong ssi, the final version of my sketch is ready. I made the changes you suggested»

«How is it?»

«I kept the one I originally draw and made a new one with your ideas so you can compare».

«I am asking you y/n, what do you think? Does it look more grounded, like I suggested it would?»

«To be honest, I preferred it like it was before. The lines were more pure. The details you asked me to add will make the fabric less visible and in my opinion, this fabric speaks for itself. But ultimately, it will be your decision. Come by my atelier when you can. I will show you».

When he entered your little but lit workplace filled with markers and sketchbook and plants everywhere, he was charmed by the fine line of your neck. Rarely he sees your long and perfect neck under this angle with your hair tied in a messy loose bun on the back of your head. He was charmed by the delicate skin, the tiny mole just behind your ear that he would like to kiss over and over again. He would like to grab you by the bun as he push his tongue into your mouth. He would like to kiss you eternally. He’s sure you will feel good against his lips. There is no other way possible. But you are his employee. He’s your fucking boss.

He cleared his throat to signify his presence.

«Come on in Jiyong ssi» you said without looking at him.

«Hey, how did you know it was me?» he asked out of surprise.

«Well, I recognised your voice» you answered and right away you started to show him the sketches that you have done. He wanted to ask why you recognised his clear throat sound and so many useless but also capital things: Why do you smell so good. If you have a man that you go on dates with since he heard you say you were single the other night. He wanted to tell you that he was willing to use those sex toy with you, he really don’t mind either if you continue yourself even being in a relationship. He wanted to tell you that the mole behind your ear was arousing even more than porn. That you look so pretty when you stretch your body after a long period sitting. That you have the most beautiful eyes he ever seen in his life. That he was deadly falling for you. Instead he hears himself say «You were right little miss. It looks better the way you imagined it. Good job». Blushing, you were happy with the compliment and he had to leave your atelier when your eyes met his. The way you looked at him through your eyelashes… Jesus! He’s completely under your charm.

It was later that night that he catched another conversation between you and another of your friend. Again. You were helping her since she asked for your advices. She was younger than you (but still an adult) and she had decided that tonight she would lose her virginity. While you were talking on the phone with her, on speaker mode again, you were lost in your drawing and again, you didn’t hear Jiyong snitching in your atelier. In your defense, he was not suppose to come back in the office before next week, leaving for Japan with his bandmates for some promotion.

«… doesn’t want to go down on me» Your friend whined.

«You can’t force him. I don’t really know what to do in that case. He doesn’t HAVE to... » you answered.

«But I want to be eaten out at least once in my life ya know...»

«Understandable! But you can’t force him. He can’t force you either. Both of you will have to do things you are comfortable doing».

«But I really really really want him to go down on me». She pleaded.

«Well then, tell him that.» She interrupted you «I asked him once. He said it was something that repulses him. He said he will never put his mouth there, that he never will. To be honest, he barely touch my vagina while I jerk off him on a regular basis… he said… he said it’s full of germs and…”

«Sweet baby Jesus! Then you will have to choose between HIM and good sex. It’s up to you girl. But if you want my opinion...» no, you won’t tell ner that this man is a lost case. After all, you don’t know him. So instead, you take your most kind voice and state “tell him how you feel. Tell him his attitude makes you feel like you are disgustingl!”

«You think so?» She asked, deceived that the man she loves was like that.

«Well, as I understand it, he thinks pussys are disgusting. It means no head for you. No sex on the kitchen counter either cause you know… dirty. Is he germaphobe?»

«Silly… I don’t know»

“Maybe if you give him head, he will see how good it feels and he would like to return the favor… “ you say it without conviction.

You jumped of your chair at the idea just had.

“Oh! My! Fucking! God! Imagine if you squirt on his sheets! He will lose his mind» You both burst out of laughter.

You were sad and deceived for her. She had been dating him for a few months now and she was really excited about this relationship at the beginning.

«You need to talk with him. Making love is suppose to be fun. We have to respect our own limits and our partners limit too… But if he thinks that vaginas are dirty and disgusting to the point he barely touches it, what’s the point in having sex with a woman?”

As you were speaking, a thought came to Jiyong’s mind. He was completely seduced by your duality. The cute and blushing you, with pink on your cheeks when he gives you a compliment or when the other staff members tease you versus the liberated woman he heard talk on the phone twice. He was charmed by both of your sides. And tonight, he wants to get to know you better.

“Y/n…. Why am I so unlucky… he was too perfect of course something bad had to happen»

«Talk to him. See if your expectations and his could fit in together. No pun intended» you smiled at your genius mind. You were on fire tonight.

«Good point». You took a sip of water and started to draw right after. Inspired.

«Anyway, I have to go y/n, I can hear his car in the driveway»

«Good luck my friend. I am rooting for you! Woop! Wooop!» you shout loudly. “Call me if you need me. I love you”

“Love you too y/n.”

When you hang on the phone, Jiyong debated with himself for a split second only. He had the choice. He could move back silently and pretend he never heard it. Or he could have a little fun. After all, your conversation gave him an idea on how to approach you. He knows for a fact that now, there is no turning back. He wants you and he will make everything possible to have you. He will put you CEO of the company if you have a problem with him being your boss. He don’t mind at all. He just want you. No, he needs you. He’s longing for your touch and your kisses. And your smile. And your whole body. He wants to get lost on your smell. He wants it all.

«You were right little miss. What’s the point in having sex with a woman if you don’t want to touch her. Maybe he thinks that his penis will found its place by itself in her core without having to use his hands. He needs to realize that a stroke of a magic wand will not do the trick».

Jumping out of fear, you turn to his voice. You shouldn’t have. If the look in his eyes was hot the other night, tonight it was fucking burning magma. His eyes were filled with desire and he was staring at you like you were his prey. His girl. His toy. You knew that something was going on. Intimidated by him, you tried to avoid what he was going to add by taking advantage in the conversation, leading it somewhere else.

«You have the irritating habit to listen to my intimate conversations Kwon JiYong» you snapped.

«And you missy, have the bad habit to talk about sex on speaker phone at the office» he replied, crossing his arms in front of him.

«Well, yes. But I was alone. And you shouldn’t have listened. I could have talked about very personal things».

«You mean the fact that you use dildos and other toys to please yourself? I know it already...»

Ouf! That was harsh and he realized he might have pushed it way too far when you choke on your own saliva. He wanted to seduce you, not to humiliate or upset you. He put his hands in front of him in a peace manner and came closer to you.

«Well, I have an idea. What about we see if your expectations and mine would fit in together» he was using that phrase you just used with your friend earlier. Was he trying to seduce you? His gaze was still sharp but it soften as he add «What about a date with a pretty ok man but unfortunately he appears to be your boss? Would you be willing to get over the fact he is your superior and accept to go out with him?»

Dear lord! He was asking you out. You were shivering from the inside but didn’t want him to notice. Still mad at him for listening your conversation, you fumed:

«My boss wants to ask me out? Why?” You raised your eyebrows. He was not expecting that question. He was expecting a lot of thing but “why”.

“Because Y/n, I would like to get to know you better”.

What was happening? This wonderful man in front of which you humiliate yourself is asking you out on a date. Feeling like a prey for him, his eyes looking at you intensely, you wanted to take advantage and reverse the roles. He had soften his voice and his gaze but there was still that predatory light in his eyes.

“I would say, you know me enough and you are way too reckless».

Oh! Lord! The image he had of you since he heard your previous conversation was accurate. You and him would be continually fighting for dominance. An eternal combat, sexually speaking, and it was turning him on way more that he expected. How can the ray of sunshine you, the fluffy shy ball of love could be a fatal woman like that, it was behind his comprehension. But he wants to dive in, blindly. He clicked his tongue on his teeth 3 rapid times as he was gesturing ‘no’ with his index.

“The things I would have miss”

The smile that crossed his face had an immediate effect on you. Your knees went like marshmallow and your core started to tickle. You could tell, he was “playing”. He was enjoying that verbal game too much. He came closer to you. Not closer enough for you to feel uncomfortable if you didn’t want him, you still have enough room to feel safe.

«For real y/n. Would you accept to go on a date with me, even if I am your boss». You just looked at him, processing the fact that he was REALLY asking you out.

«Can you answer me? I would like to know ...»

«I think you put too much importance in our status. The fact that you are my boss wouldn’t stop me from dating you. But...»

He freezes, certain that you would reject him.

«But the fact that you keep listening to my private conversations would». Damn it. He knew he was screwed when he looked at you crossing your arms over your chest, chin up and a cocky smile on your lips.

«Ooooh I see… how can I make you forgive me?»

«You’ll have to find your own way Mr Kwon. On that, I wish you good night». You say while unnecessarily assembling the papers on your table.

«Wait… Maybe… I… What if...» He was nervous and that melted your heart way more than all the cats video you watch on Youtube while eating ice cream. You were touched and overwhelmed and squishy to think that you have that power on him. That he’s nervous to ask you on a date. Him, your perfect and sexy boss. Jiyong.

«I...» he started but you didn’t want to play more with him, after all, he was so cute and you really want to go on a date with him.

«If you find a way to make you forgive that bad habit of yours, I accept to go on a date with you. But you really have to make me forgive that… It might me tough...»

He doesn’t need to do anything else but say «I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have». That’s all you are asking for but if you tell him this, his excuse won’t be sincere and felt, right? How come he didn’t even think about it?

He came closer to you and held his hand out, palm up. The second you put your hand in his, you feel an electric shock in your whole body, a subtle but perceptible thrill running through you. Your reaction didn’t stay unnoticed by Jiyong. He bends down and lays a light kiss on the back of your hand, a shy smile enlighten his face when your eyes meet again.

«You forgive me now?» He asks. You don’t want to let him «win» that easily either you want him to believe you are not interested.

«Let’s say it’s a good start but nope» you answered with a smirk.

Here you were, playing again. Little did you know, those words you just said gave him the worst idea ever. A light starts to twinkle in his eyes and he says, blinking «Perfect. I accept the challenge» he gave you a kiss on the cheek to seal the deal «I’ll see you when I come back from Japan little miss. Be a good girl until then» and he leaved your atelier.

Oh no! What have you done! What kind of monster have you liberate…

You talked with him a couple times while he was in Japan, always on conference mode and strictly for affair. It was a little weird if you are being honest. During these phone conversations, you kept remember his lips on your skin and the memory of this contact made your heart beat faster.

«Does everyone agrees with it? » you hear him say, lost in your lustful thoughts.

«Yes», «I do», «Of course» your coworkers answered.

«What about you y/n, I didn’t hear you?» All eyes are on you. Among the 10 persons in the room, you didn’t answered and he noticed.

«Yes, I agree with this color concept» you shyly say.

«Fair enough then. I will see you all on monday morning, have a good week-end».

The idea of seeing him again at work made you feel uncomfortable. Since you didn’t talk about «dating» again with him, you are scared that he had changed his mind. If you only knew…

Saturday morning, a text message from him woke you up. He was the only person that could contact you because your notifications were off except for calls or messages from his number.

Jiyong : So… I am back in Seoul, getting off the plane at that very moment. Paparazzi will catch pictures of me texting you.

You: Welcome back Jiyong ssi.

Jiyong : Your place, tonight at 7.

You: I thought I said no date before you make it better…

Jiyong: It’s not a date. When I will bring you out on a date, you will receive a beautiful dress and all the accessories that goes with it. Tonight, since it’s not a date, you can even wear joggings ;) Cancel your plans, I’m coming for you!

You: …

You: see you at 7, I guess

Jiyong: (If you change your mind, don’t open the door and I promise we will keep our professional relationship intact. Feel no pressure at all to open the door and you won’t even have to explain why you didn’t want to push it further. I promise, you won’t have any problem at work because of that). So… See you at 7 unless you don’t want to see what I have prepared to make you forgive me.

You: I will open the door, I am way too curious :)

Jiyong: Good :)

He didn’t add anything and neither did you. You were excited and thrilled to see what he had planned. What’s on his mind? You know for sure that he planned it when you were face to face in your atelier. You know it because you saw the light in his eyes, the playful sparkles. This couldn’t have been caused by the idea of buying you flowers or chocolates… Well, you will have to wait and see.

You spent your saturday afternoon shopping with a friend. You have bought a lot of pretty clothes and jewelry. You surprised yourself a couple of times when you had found yourself admiring a piece of clothing, thinking it would fit perfectly on Jiyong. You were halfway scared and amused by your thoughts.

You come home at about 17h00 that night. You needed time to take your underwear from the rack in the middle of the living room and fold them carefully. You clear out your stuff and fastly sweep the broom. You don’t want Jiyong to see your messy side tonight. You take a not so long bath, shave every part of your body. You wash your hair and carefully apply a treatment on them, always receiving compliments from your friends or your co-workers when you use this product. Apparently, your hair looks soft and they smell good when you use it. You wanted to be perfect for Jiyong because you have no idea what he has in mind.

Jiyong never made it on time for meetings or for planned phone calls. But tonight, he knocks on your door precisely at 7h00. Surprise that he didn’t had to ask the janitor to call you (they don’t play with security in your building), you open the door with a question mark on your face. Jiyong look above his shoulder to check if there something bothering you behind him. That’s when it hit you, he don’t have his winter clothes on neither his boots.

«Jiyong, where is your coat»

«Aren’t you gonna let me in first?» He laughs. You move back and gesture him to enter your loft. He’s concerned because he doesn’t see a smile on your face yet.

«Are you scared that I might get cold?» He tease «You are so thoughtful, it’s cute». That’s when it appeared in the corner of your mouth, a little, unsure smile.

«No… Sorry but I was more concerned on how you passed the security guard without having problems».

He laughs, flashing his gums.

«I see, you don’t know… y/n, I live in this building, I even own it» .

«You own the building?» You asked, shocked for no good reason. You know he’s multimillionaire already. «I see, that’s why the company provided me a loft here, since it all belongs to you, the company and the building».

«Yes, you’re a smart cookie». He teased but inside, he was shaking. He don’t want you to reject him because you get scared of his money… He can’t lose you for some banal consideration like that. Trying to lighten the atmosphere he add «I can come and visit you in my pajama if I want… see how practical it is?» You smile and reply «Well, not really since you said in an interview that you sleep naked».

Why in hell did you have to say this? You are such an idiot sometimes.

«Touché...» he muttered, his smile wide and his eyes disappeared. God dammit with those smile eyes, it always seduce you and makes you weak.

You notice that he has flowers in his hands. «Ooooh, it’s for me?»

«Yes, it’s for you». He hands you the flowers, bows at you and immediately cross his arms behind his back, mysteriously hiding a gift bag from your gaze.

At that very moment, he’s scared that he went too far. He’s not so certain that his idea was good. Not at all. But since he’s here…It was a perfect idea, funny and hopefully practical but now, with you in front of him, he’s not sure anymore. He needs to gain courage.

«You look beautiful tonight» he said timidly. Feeling he was really shy, you wanted to tease him, but just a little.

«Tonight only? Ouch, that hurts Jiyong» you say but your smile tells him you’re not mad at all.

«No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that» He was embarrassed anyway. He was so cute, you regret saying it right away.

«Jiyong, I am playing with you»

«I know, but still… I didn’t mean it that way» He answers, sheepfully. You have no idea what he has in mind but it’s certainly not sexual, he’s a fluffy ball of cuteness. «You are beautiful. End of the sentence. Just beautiful. And I am glad that you opened the door for me”.

He was so cute, it was indescriptible. He had his hair dyed and cut again since the last time you have seen him, now in a light shade of blond but not platinum. He was gorgeous.

“Thank you so much for the flowers, they are beautiful. They are my favorites”. You say as you smell the flowers.

“Yes, I remember”

“You remember? Have I told you what my favorite flowers are?” you ask, intrigued.

“Not to me but to secretary Min at the office. You were talking about girly stuff and I remember you said those were your favorites”

“Amazing! Thank you, I love them. I think it’s the first time someone gives me flowers”.

“Really? Wow! I am glad to be the first one”

«Come, I will put it in a vase» You walked towards the kitchen counter followed by him. He found it hard not to fix your booty as you’re walking. He never saw you before in that kit. A pair of “mom style jeans” and a fit black shirt that zip in the back all the way down the shirt. It was so short, if you lift your arms up, he might actually see the skin on your stomach.

«You made yourself comfortable in here?» he wanted to focus on something else than your skin.

«Yeah, it’s amazing. We don’t see or hear the neighbors, the view is spectacular, the furniture is modern, design and practical. There is a problem tho” you said looking at him with a pout “in my contract it’s written that I can’t own animals. I might have to negotiate that close with the owner of the building. I want a cat”.

He laughs, relieved you’re not having a real problem in the loft. He don’t want you to move out.

“What a coincidence, I know him very well. Let me see what I can do”. His eyes are almost just a thin line as his smile widen.

“Oh! My! God! Jiyong, really? May I have one?”

He was delighted to see your excitement. You seemed on a defensive or more accurately on a anxious mode since he came in.

“Yes, of course. I have one myself”.

#Kwon Jiyong #g dragon #g dragon one shot #kwon jiyong scenario #bigbang #Jiyong smut #g dragon smut #Jiyong scenario #g dragon imagines #kpop imagines #smut #kpop smut #kwon Jiyong fluff #g dragon fluff

[lissjomy006]

Me presento / I introduce myself

Me llamo Lisseth soy de Ecuador y soy nueva en esta plataforma solo soy una niña que quiere contar un poco de lo que le pasa y poder conocer a personas nuevas, soy carismática, divertida, amigable soy de esas personas que le ven el lado positivo a la mayoría de las cosas, soy fuerte pero débil, soy fuerte por fuera no me gusta que me vean llorar o que me vean triste, pero soy débil por dentro las cosas que no puedo expresar me destruyen por dentro pero no me doy por vencida y sigo a delante, mi vida no es de rico, soy de una familia humilde y no me molesta, vamos a viajes y nos divertimos. Cuando me toque ir a la Universidad quisiera estudiar en Paris, les dije a mis padres y me contestaron que estaba bien, pero se que lo olvidaran y no ire, me gusta mucho soy idioma y su cultura, de echo estoy aprendiendo el idioma en paginas de internet, tambien se un poco de ingles pero eso es lo de menos. Ase algunas semanas mi abuela falleció y siempre le quise preguntar si era verdad que le pegaba a mi mama por que se bañaba mucho, se que suena algo estúpido pero enserio le quise preguntar eso toda mi vida, pero no lo hice y no se por que. En unos dias es Carnaval en mi país y nos vamos de viaje, vamos a estar con la familia de mi mama haremos comida y armaremos la piscina tambien se acerca el Dia del amor y de la mistad, ese dia la pasare con mi padres y talvez con mi hermana ya que ella tiene novio, mi hermana se llama Domenica me gana por 5 años y es mi ejemplo a seguir aunque aveces peleemos, pero son cosas de hermanos, quien no ha paliado con sus hermanos hasta por la cosa mas inútil, yo creo todos, verdad?

Cuentame

¿Cuál fue la pelea mas estúpida que han tenido con sus hermanos? 

¿Qué es lo que siempre le han querido preguntar a alguien?

¿A donde quisieran viajar fuera de su país?

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My name is Lisseth, I am from Ecuador and I am new to this platform, I am just a girl who wants to tell a little about what happens to her and to be able to meet new people, I am charismatic, funny, friendly I am one of those people who see the positive side of Most of the things, I am strong but weak, I am strong on the outside I do not like to be seen crying or to be seen sad, but I am weak on the inside things that I cannot express destroy me inside but I do not give up and I am still ahead, my life is not rich, I am from a humble family and it does not bother me, we go on trips and have fun. When I have to go to the University I would like to study in Paris, I told my parents and they answered that it was fine, but I know they will forget it and I will not go, I really like the language and its culture, in fact I am learning the language in pages Internet, I also know a bit of English but that's the least of it. A few weeks ago my grandmother passed away and I always wanted to ask her if it was true that she hit my mother because she bathed a lot, I know it sounds stupid but I really wanted to ask her that all my life, but I didn't and I don't know why . In a few days it will be Carnival in my country and we will go on a trip, we will be with my mother's family, we will make food and set up the pool, the Day of love and friendship is also approaching, that day I will spend it with my parents and maybe With my sister since she has a boyfriend, my sister's name is Domenica she beats me for 5 years and she is my example to follow although sometimes we fight, but they are brothers' things, who has not palliated with her brothers even for the most useless thing, me I believe all, right?

Tell me

What was the stupidest fight you ever had with her siblings?

What have you always wanted to ask someone?

Where would you like to travel outside your country?

SOLO SOY YO  / I'M JUST ME

SIGUEME EN: 

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#solosoyyo #I'm just me

[turtle-paced]

Do you concur that the Jon/Wildlings moral is "All humans should work together against the Others", rather than, "the NW & 7K should make amends to the wildlings for them being on the wrong side of the Wall"? It seems, if the first is the case, that Jon isn't presenting the give and take well to his own side & they see it as giving while the wildlings take, as Mance said he would during the parlay. But Jon sees how far they've fallen & the relatively reduced threat, so he doesn't get it?

Jon/wildling cooperation 2: Jon's proposal to Mance at the parley was very reasonable & evenhanded - you want to be safe in our lands, play nice. Refusing to kneel is understandable & even admirable, but you have to forfeit the benefits of kneeling, but not Mance wanted to steal those, like Renly's claim to the throne. So now they're broken & Jon can impose cooperation, like Pipers, Vances, Conningtons & Hastys now fight under Jaime after the RW & Blackwater. Am I getting the moral jist right?

Jon/wildling issue 3: It feels like no one else has a leg to stand on. The wildlings, collectively, are assholes. Crows or Others, guys. Not hard. Likewise the duh issue of leaving future wights lying around for the Others to snap up. And Marsh whines about neutrality, but he was letting Tywin influence the NW from KL. He's afraid of practical consequences, but Stannis is a LOT closer. There's supposed to be shades of gray in SoI&F, but here Jon's 100% right & everyone else is being an a-hole.

It’s the former. All threats pale next to the White Walkers, and Jon’s one of the very, very few who sees that. But there are a few problems with Jon’s position.

First, just being right about things isn’t enough. Jon has to try and do something about this threat he can see so clearly. But that leads him right into some murkier waters - what actions are acceptable in the name of doing something about this world-ending threat? How much does he dare help Gilly when he needs to keep Stannis on side? To what extent can he help Alys, when he needs the support of his own men? Is taking hostages okay? Risking massive amounts of his own resources on the trip to Hardhome?

Jon so desperately wants to do the right thing. He has a right goal. That doesn’t mean he knows all the best steps along the way.

Jon also runs into problems when his emotional needs come into conflict with what he wants to achieve. He sends his friends away. He cannot manage to stop himself doing his utmost to help Arya. This is unsustainable for him on multiple levels.

Then there’s the fact that Jon knowing he’s in the right and bulling ahead without regard for the feelings and frailties of others isn’t as effective as he might like. Bowen Marsh might not have a leg to stand on, if we’re talking arguments - but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t believe, and it doesn’t mean he can’t act on his beliefs. This is not a matter of simple logic. There are thousands of years of enmity involved here. The Free Folk can’t just trust that they’ll be treated adequately south of the Wall and would prefer to negotiate from a position of somewhat greater strength. The men of the Watch just saw the Free Folk kill their buddies, and now Jon wants them to use all their winter resources on these people? The depth of feeling is something Jon has to account for on all sides.

Jon doesn’t have to agree with his political opponents. He doesn’t even have to think their arguments are all that good. But he still needs the people making said arguments to cooperate. Tactically, it’s not the best move to brush them off as dismissively as he does.

#ASoIaF #valyrianscrolls #jon snow #a dance with dragons #asks

[mainarawts]

◦•●◉✿𝓜𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮  𝓪̀  𝓬𝓮𝓾𝔁/𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓼  𝓺𝓾𝓲  𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽  𝓶'𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓻  𝓮𝓷  𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮: ✿◉●•◦ ★彡 𝓜𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮  𝓽𝓸  𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮  𝔀𝓱𝓸  𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱  𝓽𝓸  𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽  𝓶𝓮: 彡★

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4eme Édition 🤣💖☺️

Je sais que les demandes de contactes se font comme ça, juste en appuyant sur un bouton. Mais s'il vous plait, je vous demande  au moins m'envoyer un petit Mp me le demandant et en m'exprimant pourquoi vous voulez que je sois en contactes avec vous. Par ce qu'à cette allure nous allons finir avec un processeur dans la tête et une clef Usb entre les fesses. Alors restons des êtres humains.

[NOTE spéciale à vous Messieurs]: Sachez que je n'ai pas d'autres choix, que de vous filtrer. En effet, une bonne partie d'entre vous ne me contacte pas pour des raisons valables, contenu de ma page, ni bien souvent pour avoir un échange cordiale.

Rare exceptions !

Alors je vais êtres franche, cela permettra peut-être d'élaguer un peu. Je suis une personne transgenre... Mince! Quelle déception n'est-ce-pas?! 😊😂.

LIZEZ BIEN: JE NE SUIS PAS UNE LADYBOY OU UNE SHEMALE; alors les curieux en mal d'exotisme lâchez l'affaire !

Et pour tout les autres pas la peine de m'envoyer des messages avec des approches de tout acabit vous perdez votre temps je suis Lesbienne. Et oui la Transidentité n'a rien à voir avec l'orientation sexuelle.

Alors lorsque vous serez capable de me brouter l'Âme plutôt que la chatte alors nous verrons !

Je me moque totalement du regard d'autrui sur moi. Par ce que finalement ce n'est pas un problème avec moi dans ce cas précis mais avec vous-même. Pas la peine non plus de venir me parler de ma transidentité, je ne vous répondrez pas. Pour les femmes à qui cela posent également un problème. Et bien pareille. Il suffit pour cela d'assumer votre positionnement et de me retirer de vos contactes.

Tout d'abord je vous remercie 💖 Néanmoins je ne peux, et ne veux accepter tout le monde.

En effet je souhaite garder un file d'actualité positif, qui élève. Et j'avoue que je me fiche un peu des postes obscurantiste du Gouverne-Ment. Ainsi que de la vision binaire et manichéenne atrophié !

Ensuite en acceptant trop de personnes je dois faire un tri fou dans le file d'actualité. Et cela prends du temps.

J'ai fais le choix de l'Amour, de ce qui porte, m'élève et me maintiens dans des hautes fréquences vibratoire. Comprenez moi bien, je ne suis pas en trin de vous dire que vous êtes négatifs, je pense que nous en sommes tous et toutes à différents stades sur notre chemin. Certain(es) découvre juste certains événements qui tendent à les réveiller, et c'est une chose bien naturelle que de vouloir avoir plus d'informations, de compréhension. D'autres on beaucoup décortiqué certaine chose, et ne sont pas surpris par les évènements actuels, et savent que beaucoup de choses seront encore révélé, et ce n'est que le début. C'est pour cela que l'on nomme notre époque actuelle comme étant "L' apocalypse=Étymologiquement, le mot « apocalypse » est la transcription d’un terme grec (ἀποκάλυψις / apokálupsis) signifiant « dévoilement » ou, sous un aspect religieux, « révélation ». Enfin d'autres se sont positionné au travers leur responsabilité et qui on fait le choix de l'Amour et non de la peur, et, émanant du mental et de ce que l'on nome un réalité extérieur.

Je sais parfaitement que tout cela peut-être parfaitement inconfortable pour beaucoup. Mais c'est justement en gardant cet état vibratoire que je suis la plus à même de pourvoir vous aidez. Et c'est de vous m'aimes dont vous avez besoins aujourd'hui. Non de venir boire mes paroles comme une vérité. Sinon, vous placez encore la responsabilité de votre paix, votre amour, à l'extérieur de vous, en quelqu'un.

J'ai fait personnellement ma part de divulgation durant plus de 15 ans. Mais je passe aujourd'hui la mains à d'autres, qui font très bien les choses et passe beaucoup de temps à décortiquer tout les évènements qui se déroulent actuellement et qui ont été considéré comme complotiste. De toute façon vous allez apprendre prochainement beaucoup de choses. De très belles choses, des choses immondes, vos croyances seront remise en cause, c'est pour cela qu'il est bon de croire en vous, en la meilleur version de vous-mêmes au delà toutes formes de dualité intérieur et extérieur.

Que mes postes vous guides en vous mêmes et une très bonne choses, mais je ne suis pas votre guide.

"-Oh mon guide quelle est l'utilité d'avoir un guide? -Et bien de te faire comprendre que tu n'en as pas besoin"

Je vous aimes💖 ******************************* English 4th Edition 🤣💖☺️

I know contact requests are made like that, just at the push of a button. But please, I ask you to at least send me a little Mp asking me and telling me why you want me to be in contact with you. Because at this rate we're going to end up with a processor in our head and a USB key between our butts. So let's keep it human.

[Special note to you gentlemen]: I want you to know I have no choice but to filter you. Indeed, a good part of you don't contact me for valid reasons, content of my page, nor very often to have a cordial exchange.

Rare exceptions!

So I'll be frank, this may help to trim a little. I am a transgender person... Damn it! What a disappointment, isn't it?! 😊😂.

READ WELL: I'M NOT A LADYBOY OR A SHEMALE, so anyone curious about exoticism, forget it!

And for all the others, don't bother sending me messages with approaches of all kinds, you're wasting your time, I'm a lesbian. And yes Transidentity has nothing to do with sexual orientation.

So when you are able to graze my Soul rather than my pussy then we'll see!

I don't give a damn about how other people look at me. Because in the end it's not a problem with me in this case but with yourself. No need either to come and talk to me about my transidentity, I won't answer you. For the women for whom this is also a problem. Well the same. Just assume your position and remove me from your contacts.

First of all I thank you 💖 Nevertheless I cannot, and will not accept everyone.

Indeed I wish to keep a positive, uplifting news line. And I confess that I don't care a bit about the obscurantist positions of the Lying Government. As well as the atrophied binary and Manichean vision!  

Then by accepting too many people, I have to make a crazy selection in the news queue. And that takes time.

I made the choice of Love, of what carries, raises me and maintains me in high vibratory frequencies. Understand me well, I am not trying to tell you that you are negative, I think that we are all at different stages on our path. Some people just discover certain events that tend to awaken them, and it is a very natural thing to want to have more information, more understanding. Others have been going through a lot of things, and are not surprised by the current events, and know that a lot of things will be revealed again, and this is only the beginning. That is why we call our present time "The Apocalypse" = Etymologically, the word "apocalypse" is a transcription of a Greek term (ἀποκάλυψις / apokálupsis) meaning "unveiling" or, in a religious sense, "revelation". Finally, others have positioned themselves through their responsibility and who have chosen Love and not fear, emanating from the mind and from what is called an external reality.

I know perfectly well that all this can be perfectly uncomfortable for many. But it is precisely by keeping this vibratory state that I am best able to help you. And it is your love for me that you need today. Not to come and drink my words as truth. Otherwise you still place the responsibility for your peace, your love, outside of yourself, in someone.

I've personally done my share of disclosing for over 15 years. But today I am passing on the hands to others who are doing it very well and spending a lot of time going through all the events that are going on right now that have been seen as conspiratorial. Anyway, you're going to learn a lot of things soon. Very beautiful things, filthy things, your beliefs will be questioned, that is why it is good to believe in yourself, in the best version of yourself beyond all forms of inner and outer duality.

Let my posts guide you in yourself and a very good thing, but I am not your guide.

"-Oh my guide what is the use of having a guide? -"Well, to make you understand that you don't need one."

I love you 💖

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[artificialqueens]

Beauty in the Sheets - Chapter 1 - (Branjie) - Thankyoumissvanjie

A/N Welcome to my take at a lesbian AU. Comments and questions are welcome. ;)

“Boo, she ain’t for you,”

“Wanna bet?”

“Sure hoe. You get her to go home with you, and I’ll buy you all shades that RiRi has ever made of them Fenty lipsticks,”

“All of them?”

“Every goddamn one, Mary. But if yo sad ass walking home alone? You be taking all my weekends for the next three months,”

Welcome to the Beauty floor of Bloomingdales in NYC. There’s drama, there’s bitchin’ and there’s a whole lotta sex.

LINK TO AO3

Working on the beauty floor of Bloomingdales sometimes made high school movies seem like a walk in the park.

It was cut-throat, deeply divided and very competitive.

Not only were all the stands and brands trying to lure in the same men and women, who cared enough about their self-image to want to spend thousands of dollars on lipsticks, skincare and eye shadow, but you were also trying to convey the fantasy of being above it all.

You were untouchable.

Your clothes, your face and your persona were out of this world.

Every single person working on this floor was trying to show the world that beauty mattered.

You had your classic beauties. The forty-something ladies, who worked for legendary brands such as Dior, Tom Ford and Chanel. The grey-haired women, who hadn’t aged since the ’90s. With or without botox.

You had the clinical and uptight blondes of skincare - women so flawless that you didn’t feel worthy in their presence. Their pencil skirts, pretentious lab coats and unclockable skin made them look like queens.

And then you had the makeup artists that worked for the younger brands. Urban decay, Mac, and Nars. Brands that forced you to think big and bold. These men and women all had large and in charge personalities.

Their counters always held a special energy, all the makeup artists looking like they were having the time of their life with green eyeliners and black lipsticks.

It’s not that they didn’t mingle or talk with each other. It was just more that everyone had a group, a place and a certain box that they fit into.

And these barriers were difficult to wipe out.

Which was why Nina West, long-suffering floor manager, had decided that she would take them all on a retreat.

The music was loud. There were people everywhere, grinding, moving and dancing.

Sweat was clinging to overheated skin, as the temperature of the room was making everything damp and hot.

The dance floor seemed to almost be a portal to a different part of the world.

A place where nothing was wrong and everything was allowed.

And there in the middle of the floor, she was dancing.

Her short black dress sticking to her body, sinfully hugging her curves as her hands ran all over herself.

Her long blonde hair was everywhere, sticking to her skin in odd places. She was glistening, sweat drops running down her neck and creating a perfect path down to her cleavage. The deep cut of the dress toeing that difficult line between sexy and sinful.

The six-inch black heels made her tower over everyone.

She was a beauty.

Angelic and yet devilishly sinful.

Vanjie didn’t care.

She needed to have her.

“Why are we going on a retreat again? Talk me through your process once more.” They were both sitting in her office for their usual 10 am coffee break. How Brooke and Nina had ended up working at the same place, given that they had both gone separate ways in college was a difficult and long story.

But here they were. The best of friends since high school, and somehow coworkers.

“B. You’re going.” Nina was slurping on her caramel soy latte, giving her the patented “I am your boss, deal” look. A look that was very close to her “I am your best friend and it is now time for tough love” stare.

Both were looks that she gave Brooke weekly.

If not daily.

“Bitch, I know, but could you tell me why?” Brooke was on the day’s third cup of black coffee. Being a morning person was something she had forced herself to be - coffee and cigarettes were the vices that helped her keep up that particular appearance.

Her long blonde hair was slicked back into a tight bun. The skin was clear and makeup minimal. She wore the standard uniform of a black pencil skirt, white shirt, high heels and lab coat.

She looked professional.

Nina was always amazed at how different work Brooke looked in comparison to the one she saw outside of this little micro cosmos that they worked in.

She knew why that difference was created, but yet, it still boggled her mind.

“To help create and strengthen-

“Bonds between the different counters and coworkers, yes yes. You’ve said that ten times now, but WHY are you forcing us to do this by going to some fancy-ass country club in fucking Albany? Why not just take us out to Olive Garden or something and call it a day?” The fact that Brooke didn’t want to go had more to do with the fact that she was leaving town, something that she didn’t do anymore.

But she didn’t want to tell Nina that, knowing how her loving and way too accommodating friend would try to figure something out, a way to make it work.

And well. She hadn’t heard from Patrick in weeks. It would be fine.

She would be fine.

“Because you wouldn’t be caught dead in an Olive Garden, Brooke.” Which was true. She had expensive taste and she wasn’t afraid of flaunting that.

“Well no. But I don’t need to create bonds with my coworkers. I have you,” She said it with conviction, hoping that Nina believed her.

The real reason she didn’t want to create more bonds, was because she didn’t have room in her life for friends. It was way too messy for that.

“Uh-uh. And I say you need to speak with someone who is not me, Shuga, Katya, Detox or Chad.” The raised eyebrow left no room for discussion, and Brooke tried to cover the pit in her stomach with a smile.

“I hate you.”

She really didn’t.

“You love me.”

“I hope you’ll talk with Ru about giving me that raise after this,” She said it jokingly, needing to distract Nina, so she wouldn’t catch on to the fact that Brooke was starting to panic a bit.

“B… You are not getting a raise for going on a three-day paid leave with the rest of your colleagues.”

“Why the hell not, I am sacrificing my sanity for this. I bet that I could sue for emotional distress,”

“I hate that your ex is a lawyer,”

Their laughter could be heard outside in the hallway, making people stop and roll their eyes.

She was standing at the bar, all by herself, not noticing and not caring that everyone was eyeing her up and down.

Every man and woman at the club was vying for her attention,

But every person who had approached this goddess had all been rebuked with a single raised eyebrow and a tiny shake of her head.

Vanessa wanted to try.

Needed to.

Gulping down the rest of her drink, she squared her shoulders and looked at Silky.

“Right ho, imma go and do it,”

“Boo, she ain’t for you,” She laughed at her, having seen the blonde on the dance floor and how she had hypnotised Vanjie. That woman was out of everyone’s league.

Even Vanessa Vanjie Mateo’s.

“Wanna bet?”

“Sure hoe. You get her to go home with you, and I’ll buy you all shades that RiRi has ever made of them Fenty lipsticks,”

“All of them?”

“Every goddamn one, Mary. But if yo sad ass walking home alone? You be taking all my weekends for the next three months,” Silky could already feel her weekends clearing up, which made her dream of all that good dick she could be getting herself.

“Bitch? You’re on.” The determined look in the small Latina’s eyes did nothing to discourage her.

That blonde bitch would never deign to spend time with that small bundle of crazy that was Vanjie.

“I cannot believe that Miss Nina is making us do this,” Silky had been complaining ever since they had gotten on the bus.

The idea of spending a weekend with her Mac hoes seemed amazing, but the uptight bitches of counters A through G? Not so much.

“Come on Silk, Miss Congeniality just want all us bitches to be less catfigthin’ and more friendly. Ain’t nothing wrong with that, boo,” Vanjie loved Nina, they all did.

Which was probably why no one had said no to the trip, the only ones staying behind were the newcomers and those unlucky - or lucky, depending on how you felt about a weekend in Albany - to have a shift this particular weekend.

“Lil Miss Vanj, just cause you be happy that you ain’t workin’ a weekend, don’t mean you gotta be all happy ‘bout this. I had plans with my man this weekend and now I gots to do this? No, ma’am.” A’keria was sitting with her head down in her phone, probably texting her momma, to see if her son was doing okay. Her man? That was her son. The mascot of the Mac counter and better at applying a winged eyeliner than any 5-year-old had any right to be.

“Kiki, we going to a resort. There be drinks, hot trophy wives and spa - why that givin’ you a long face? Mama Kiki be taking care of our lil dude. Time for you to let loose!” Vanjie was ready. She hadn’t partied for a while. Not since… Her.

“Trophy wives? You forgotten all about Miss ‘best night of my life’ already?” Trust Silky to bring that up… Again.

“She ain’t called me back, Mary. And I ain’t waiting for no hoe. Not even her.”

“Listen, my friend over there bet me that I couldn’t make you go home with me. And I gots the next three months of weekend shifts on the line mama, and I ain’t about to lose to big Silk,” Vanjie had always jumped straight into all situations, not caring if she seemed crass or dumb.

She decided that the only tactic she had was honesty. The tall goddess in front of her deserved it.

“That one is new,” The music was deafening, but somehow, the blonde managed to cut through all the noise without yelling.

“So whaddya say?” Vanjie did her signature pretty smile, the one that usually made a no turn into a yes.

“Hmmm… I’m thinking no,” But not this one.

“You sure ‘bout that, boo? I got a prepo-prepar… I gots an offer for you, you wanna hear it?” She walked closer, her neck craning as she kept on looking into those perfect smokey eyes.

“Sure…” She tried to feign disinterest, but Vanjie clocked the excitement in those big blue eyes.

She had her. Miss Vanjie still got it.

“You lemme buy you one of them fancy pink cocktails, and then I get the time it takes you to drink it to convince you that you need the full Vanessa experience,” Their chests were touching, eyes locked, breaths in sync.

“You seem very sure that you’ll be able to do that?” An eyebrow was raised in a challenge. But Alexis Mateo raised no fool, Vanjie knew how to play.

“I ain’t just sure. Bitch, I know.” Her hip was cocked, eyes wide and a smirk on her lip. She wasn’t scared of a 6-foot tall incarnation of aphrodite.

For a second they stared at each other, the music deep and loud around them.

And then.

“Make it a martini. Extra Olives. You get ten minutes.”

“Perfecto, Mami,”

“Listen up, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for coming-” Nina was standing in front of all of them. She looked like a glamorous kindergarten teacher, trying to keep everyone in sight, while also knowing that it was an impossible task.

“Why does she have to sound like this isn’t mandatory,” Brooke was standing in the back, smoking a cigarette and already regretting that she hadn’t kicked up a fuss about being here. She felt angsty, fearing that her phone could ring at any moment and bring her back to reality.

“Mama, she is your good Judy, if you don’t know, then none of us does,” Katya shrugged at her taking a deep drag from her cigarette. If you didn’t know any better you would think that the two of them were twins. Both in black clothes, their blonde hair in perfect buns, and glasses perched on their noses.

Despite their dry sense of humour and ability to run on coffee and smokes for hours, they shared no genes, and the only other thing they really had in common was the fact that they both worked at the same Khiel’s counter. Day in and day out.

“Now I know that you have all probably already thought of how you will group together in the rooms, but to facilitate new friendships across counters and brands, I have made sure that you will all room with colleagues that you don’t work with on a day to day basis,” Nina’s words hit Brooke, and it made her heart sink.

Fuck, she had to deal with someone new.

“Shit.”

“Come on Brooke, teamwork. Yay!” Katya’s small hands waved sarcastically in the air, as she laughed in her loud and wheezing way, which always made it difficult to stay annoyed at her.

“Shut up, Katya!” She slapped her on the shoulder, trying to cover the fact that she was smiling.

“Oh Mama, seeing you talk with a new person, is going to be the highlight of my week. No. My month. I cannot wait to tell Trixie this, she will die!”

“I hate you.”

She really didn’t.

“You love me,”

“Now given the sheer number of people, some of you will room together in pairs, others in threes and a few of you in fours. I have some lists here,” As everyone went up to get the lists, Brooke hung back, she knew that someone from her team would grab a bunch.

They all knew that she hated big crowds and tight places.

And sure enough, Chad walked towards her and Katya with the lists. Scanning the pages her, she felt herself calm a bit.

“Oh, B. At least you only have to deal with one other person.” Chad was always the calm voice of reason, nothing ever faced her.

“Yeah… But I got one of the Mac girls. Vanessa, something?” The name told her nothing. All the makeup girls faded into this lump of… People.

“Oh, you got Vanjie. She is a feisty little firecracker, honey!” Katya sounded excited, which only made Brooke sigh.

Fuck, she would have to deal with a talker. Well, this would turn out to be the longest weekend.

“Yay. Great.” Just what she needed. A young party girl who probably wanted to braid her hair and talk about boys. Fuck.

“Come on Miss Hytes, get in the spirit.”

“Katya, I swear, I will kill you with my bare hands,”

“Now, if you go in help desk, you’ll get your keys and room number. I’ll see you all down here in two hours for dinner. That gives you some time to freshen up and change clothes. “

The loud bang of the door closing was followed by giggles and the sound of bodies tumbling over the wooden floor. Moans and soft whines echoed throughout the large studio apartment.

“Oh, fuck,” Vanjie whined, already too far gone. Bella had been all over her, the moment the door to the cab, Uber? Something … had closed. Kissing and biting, her hand finding its way up under her skirt. Teasing her the whole ride, but never actually touching her where she needed it the most.

“Not yet,” the breathy words made Vanjie clench her thighs. Fuck, she thought she would give the blonde the night of her life, but it quickly became clear to her that she might’ve bitten off more than she could chew.

Because Bella was not playing around.

Her lips were trailing down her neck, nipping and biting, prompting gasps and moans from Vanjie. The back of her thighs hit something solid, as she was pushed up onto the large dinner table, her t-shirt dress bunched up at her waist in the process.  

“B, I-I… Shit,” deft hands quickly made work of her dress, pushing it over her head, leaving her in black bra and panties. It made her send a small thank you to her past self that had decided to put on her only nice set of underwear for the evening.

The black bra working some magic by making her breasts look way larger than their b-cup while the thong cupped her ass perfectly.

Thank you, Miss Vanjie.

The blonde took a moment to look her over, while Vanjie did the same to her. She could feel herself getting wetter, as she gazed at the perfect curves and spotless skin. Six feet tall, all curves and muscles. How was the woman real?

Beyoncé could fuck the fuck right off, cause there was a new Queen B in town.

Vanjie couldn’t wait to get her out of that dress. To see what hid behind the black stretchy fabric.

What the fuck was she waiting for?

“Mama, let’s get you out of that dress, huh?” The raised eyebrow told her that she had other plans. She leaned closer and started kissing her way down Vanjie’s chest. Hands quickly removing the bra, throwing it somewhere in the flat.

Her lips started sucking at one of her nipples, taking her breath away with the sensation. Her hips moved at their own accord, seeking friction. She felt her nipples harden under Bella’s tongue.

Fuck, this bitch did not play around.

Her fingers started pinching the other, making her impossibly wetter, her thong soaked all the way through and probably dripping onto the table.

Her lips were softly biting the hardened nub, making her moan in that intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

“How do you feel about the number seven?” It took Vanjie a second to realise that the lips had left her breast and that she was once again looking at her expectantly, her fingers never stopping for a second, pinching and pulling.

“I… What?”

“I was thinking seven… Yeah, that sounds about right,”

And with that she dropped gracefully down to her knees, pulling Vanjie close to the edge of the table. Her lips were slowly kissing their way up her leg, feeling them shake with sheer anticipation.

It had been ages since a woman had gone down on Vanjie.

Fuck, she was not ready.

The blonde pulled at her thong, ripping it apart. If it had been anyone else, Vanjie would have popped off, yelling that this was her only good thong, but this blonde bitch owned her right now. The demonstration of power made her insides flutter with lust and her breath stagger.

Fucking hell.

“You smell good, baby” That voice, all low and raspy. Her hands removed the scrap of black lace that had once been a $40 thong, as her lips inched their way closer and closer.

“Please…” Her whine was high and breathy as she could feel the small puffs of air against her skin. Her closed on their own accord, the sensation too much for her.

Her hips started to push forward slightly, hoping to finally get some relief, but a hand quickly grabbed her hip, forcing her to be still.

She felt powerless. It was frightening, it was intoxication.

It was fucking hot.

The lips were so very close.

“So polite now, such a change,” the words were mumbled against her skin sending small vibrations throughout her body, she was almost shaking,

Fucking hell.

“Please,” Vanjie couldn’t recognise her own voice. The tone so high, her need so clear.

“Please what? Tell me, Vanessa. What do you want?” The way she said Vanessa, a name no one ever used, almost made her come right then and there.

If she didn’t survive this night, at least she died happily.

“I want you to lick me,” Her body was so tight, strung like a bow. her toes were curling and fists clenching. She opened her eyes, looking down at those big blue eyes that were like liquid sex.

Bella smirked at her and licked a patch of skin on her thigh, the sensation tantalising, but not what she needed.

“Like that?” Her voice was teasing.

She knew what she was doing.

“No, I-” She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Her body felt like it was ready to explode, to combust before they had even gotten to the good part.

“No? Then what? If you don’t use your words, then how will I know, Vanessa?” Bella made her voice high, sounding confused and so sweet, it would have worked if her eyes hadn’t glinted with mischief. She had Vanjie exactly where she wanted her.

“Fuck… Pl-please lick my pussy,” She pushed the words out, hoping that she was getting it right, hoping that Bella would just fucking do it.

And then her lips were on her. Sucking and licking her centre up to that tight bundle of nerves that made her shiver with the tantalising sensations that made her whole body shake. Vanjies hands grabbed two fistfuls of blonde hair, pushing her closer until she was almost buried in her.

It was rough but soft. Too much and not even close to being enough. Her body felt more alive than ever before, her moans getting louder as Bella’s tongue entered her.

“Shit, B… “ Her eyes were shut, as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Maybe Bella could sense it, as she abandoned her thrusts to suck her clit.

That did it.

With a silent scream, Vanjie came. Her thighs tight around the blondes face, riding out the waves of pleasure that went through her body.

She almost collapsed back onto the table, her body spent, feeling almost woozy coming down from that high.

“Holy shit, Bella,”

The blonde got up from the floor and pulled Vanjie from the table, their lips meeting in a filthy kiss, none of them minding that her juices were still on her lips.

And as Bella slowly pulled away, she looked Vanjie straight in the eye with a challenging gaze.

“One.”

“Oh Vanj, you got Miss Brooke Lynn, the Ice Queen from Khiel’s.” Silk was sniggering as she looked closer at the paper, seeing that she was rooming with some of the people from Armani and Nars.

“Why I always get the bitches?” Vanjie tried to conjure up an image of this Brooke Lynn, but all she got was one of those blondes in their lab coats, tight buns and glasses.

This weekend already seemed too long.

“Cause you like them?” Cigarette smoke was puffed against her chin, as Detox looked closer at the list.

“Don’t need your help, D!” She said playfully, bumping into her hip, sending her tumbling. Her hair was coloured in a bright neon green, which should not have worked with her bright red eye makeup and black lipstick, but Detox always seemed to be the exception to any rules made in the world of makeup.

“You sure? Cause I know B… Give her some tequila and she’ll… well, just. Trust me,” The smirk on her face told that there were countless stories to be told about her friend, but that she wasn’t going to give them up.

“Wait, so I’ve got the white girl that is uptight cause she needs a good fuck, cause her man ain’t doing it for her? I would rather talk ‘bout red lipsticks with Instagram teenagers than that - and ya’ll know my feelin’ bout that shit.” Typical, that the other got to room with lots of people and she only got one, and her nickname was Ice Queen. Jesus.

Just my fucking luck.

“Vanj. Just give it a chance,” Trust Silky to suddenly be all positive. She had seen the list, she knew that she would have the pleasure of rooming with the Armani dudes and Plastique over for Nars.

Typical.

“The shit I do for Miss West, ya’ll. Mary, pray for Miss Vanjie tonight, I might not survive rooming with the uptight sorority girl,” She grabbed her way too big for a weekend trip suitcase and made her way up to the desk to get her key.

She walked as if she was on her way towards the gallows.

“Bye girl!” Detox smiled knowingly, pretty sure that Vanjie was in for an experience.

“Fuck, I… I can’t,” Vanjie was writhing on the bed, hair twisted into a bird’s, as her hands frantically grabbed at the sheets, trying to find something to keep her grounded.

“One more, babe. I know you have one more in you,” The words were whispered against her lips, the dildo thrusting into her, filling the room with its sloppy sounds.

They had fucked on the floor.

Bella had ridden her face on the couch.

Fingered her against the wall until she came. Twice.

Ate her out again on the bed.

Then rutted against her until they both came.

And now Bella was working Vanjie towards the seventh orgasm of the night. Her body was slick with sweat, her eyes closed and head moving from side to side, as she was almost delirious on the endorphins and sensations.

Everything shook. Her body, the bed, and what seemed like the whole world, as the unrelenting pace of the dildo coupled with its vibrations slowly dragged Vanjie towards the edge one final time.

It was amazing, it was painful, it was everything.

“Oh, look at you. Fuck me, you’re hot.” She seemed to do everything at once, licking, kissing and biting. The hand not working the dildo was touching, caressing, and pinching her everywhere.

Vanjie could feel it, the way her muscles started to clench, her back tight as a bow lifting off the bed, her eyes fell close as everything because too much.

It was all sensation.

She could see the edge, so close yet so far away, she just needed that last push. That last-

“Come for me. Do it, babe.”

That.

She screamed.

Opening the door, she was met by the sight of a small brown-haired girl. She was beautiful in her skin tight jeans and crop top.

She created quite the contrast to Brooke’s pencil skirt and white shirt get-up.

If this had been a club setting, this was the type of girl, Brooke would go for.

“Hi, I’m Brooke and you must be Vanessa?” She turned around and looked her up and down, her eyes narrowing in recognition.

“You!”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #group fic #lesbian au #department store au #smut #fluff #beauty in the sheets #thankyoumissvanjie #tw power dynamics

[scottsflow]

So what do you think about Scott's engagement with Jackie ?

Yeah sorry I haven’t been around this weekend. It’s been a terrible weekend in America and I have a lot of family in El Paso so I had about a half of hour of panic trying to figure out if they were okay (thank god they were) so I needed to step out of this fandom for a bit especially given the shit storm that brewed over the weekend.

I’m still not in a great headspace and reading everything that has happened here isn’t helping if I’m honest. This fandom has long become a place that isn’t exactly great for my mental health and that’s only increased this weekend.

I’ll go more in depth with my thoughts on everything after the cut but the summary is, Scott is an idiot who is rushing into things because he’s running from Tessa and Jackie is an ignorant, privileged person who has no awareness or respect for the people that Trump has hurt/killed and feels threatened by Tessa.

For a good while, I’ve been keeping my opinions of this whole relationship to a minimum because, if I’m honest, the whole thing has always been troubling to me.

Summer of 2018 we get the podcast from Scott where he states they are both single and then shortly after, we get the single photo of him in Florida. I’m assuming this is when they started dating for a couple of reasons. Namely, Jackie was still with her former husband up until at least the fall of the year as he was listed as her husband in an obituary that was posted and there was no way Scott started dating her until after SOI in 2018 because he legit didn’t have time to.

During this time, Jackie is still legally married. I know some people dismiss this but I just can’t. It’s fine if you want to get divorced but, if it were me, I would pretty much instantly file for that at the point when I wanted to start dating someone not wait five more months until you’re going to a public event with him and then suddenly file it. The divorce was uncontested, the fact that she waited just adds to my unease with the whole thing. I have no idea if Scott knew she was still married but I kind of have to assume he did which… doesn’t speak volumes to me about how that relationship started. 

So Scott has only been dating her while she’s legally single for like three months because her divorce wasn’t even finale until March and now they’re engaged?? I’m sorry but that is rushing into things.

I have no idea why, hardly a year after they started dating, they would get engaged. They still live in different countries, they have very different jobs that they can’t just get up and leave from, and Jackie has lived for 10 years in America. She’s a citizen there, is she just going to pack up and move back to Canada? JUST for another marriage?

I’m sorry but really? She already had a 10 year marriage fall apart, surely that would make you more wary of jumping into a relationship so fast. I would think long and hard before getting married again but I guess she’s fine with rushing into things.

And Scott… really?

I know some people don’t agree but can you really look me in the eyes and say for sure that he and Tessa weren’t together at least up until March of last year? Like REALLY?

The whole thing just feels to me like he’s running away from Tessa because things went wrong. This feels like after Sochi where they just go their separate ways and Tessa is super busy all the time and Scott is diving headfirst into a relationship only this time, he’s actually proposed just to take it a step further. They are both avoiding each other, the only difference is they have the tour this time. 

The fact of the matter is, Scott has been in this relationship hardly a year and during that time, he was all over the place because they live in two different countries so spending time together, as he said, was hard and now they are engaged? Just as soon as her divorce was final? How can anyone look at that and say that that’s a stable start to a relationship.

This is clearly Scott just running away from Tessa because their relationship fell apart and he’s scared and over reacting. How quickly they got engaged just proves that for me. The two of them were probably not in a great place when they started dating with Scott breaking up with Tessa and Jackie’s marriage ending and I just can’t imagine that those mindsets lead to a healthy start to a relationship.  

If Scott is truly trying to find the person he’s going to spend the rest of his life with, surely he’d want to take a little more time to get to know them before jumping the gun and getting engaged. Yes, I know they knew each other when they were little but she’s lived in America for 10 years. People completely change during that time and I just can’t imagine marrying someone so quickly. Especially considering the fact that they both admit they didn’t really have time to process all of last year before November so they’re still very much in the transition stage of their life. 

Yes, I know they have the tour this year but all these other off ice projects they kept promising aren’t happening. It would honestly wouldn’t shock me if this is the last year of the tour either. He’s running away from her and only seeing her for work and can’t even manage to call her his friend during his wof speech I mean what?

Because I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that she probably feels threatened by Tessa. I mean it’s been a running theme with these two and, after last year, who the hell wouldn’t be? You have all of the country either thinking they were together or wishing with all their hearts that they would be and we all saw what we saw between them. Again, there’s a reason that this fandom became a thing.

People thought they were together, hell we have kobe, and the idea that this engagement is some sort of way to reassure jackie wouldn’t shock me in the least. See today during his speech. He tries to play up her position in his past to make it seem like what they have is comparable to his and Tessa’s partnership (despite that clearly not being the case) and the way he acts around Tessa now. No cheek kisses, no unneeded touching, he doesn’t even look at her as much. You can’t even compare it to last year because it’s SO different.

The way he talked about jackie and tessa today is frankly crazy. To compare what they have is wildly out of order and frankly disrespectful to Tessa. They have 21 years of hard work behind them and he and Jackie have a year of dating across different countries and a rushed engagement three months after her engagement was final. And to bring attention to it on this day is just… I can’t get past that. 

He’s clearly pulling back from Tessa to reassure Jackie and it’s another red flag for me. If you have to change the way you act with your apparent best friend just to make your SO feel okay, that should tell you that you don’t have trust. And if you don’t have trust, you don’t have anything.

The fact that they live in two different countries only feeds that insecurity because they aren’t together all the time and so the engagement to make it feel more permeant. Also, again, you should trust your SO even if you live apart. Hell, my mom and her boyfriend live in different states and have so for a year since he moved back home to take care of his mom and it’s not a problem. Yes, they miss each other but they trust each other and so there’s no fear of cheating or anything like that. 

So, he gets her a ring, she stops complaining. 

Is it healthy? Nope. Is it the right way to start a marriage? Absolutely not. 

But it’s easier than actually having to deal with all the stuff that is causing the issues in the first place. I don’t think anyone looks at this engagement and sees it as the move of someone who is in a stable place in their relationship. It’s so rushed and their whole relationship has been surrounded by all these external factors that put stress on it. 

Now, onto the stuff we learned about Jackie and Trump this week…

I know a lot of people here are from Canada but I’m from the US and holy fuck guys, making jokes like she makes? It’s awful. 

I’m not joking when I say that what she’s mocking is literal children in cages and literal children dying. She lives in the US, she knows. This shit is on the news like every night, it’s impossible NOT to know. So either she supports Trump or she just doesn’t give a fuck about children dying. 

I don’t think Scott supports those things, I don’t think he would ever say the things she does but guys, I cannot stress this enough, it is so important not to just let these things fly.

When they started dating, she was saying these things and now that they are engaged she is STILL saying these things. Scott has to know these things are going on and he clearly isn’t saying anything and that more than anything makes me upset with him. 

Yes, it’s hard. It’s hard to call out people you care about but it’s also so important. I can’t tell you how many of my family I’ve had to do it to because it is so important for white people to do too. It can’t just be a job left for the people affected. So to see Scott basically enabling her… I mean I can’t tell you how awful that is. Being in a relationship with her is a choice he’s making. She’s not part of his family, he’s not stuck with her like I am with my great aunts and uncles, being with her is something that he’s choosing and it hurts so much to see him choosing someone with views as awful as hers. 

People died this week because of Trump’s hateful rhetoric and to see her making fucking jokes about it… is horrible. Because the honest truth is, she would never be deported. She’s white. She’s Canadian. She’s so privileged and it’s frankly disgusting to see her making those jokes because of that. 

I just can’t believe that that is the type of person that Scott wants to spend the rest of his life with. Nothing about her or this relationship seems healthy or stable and the rush into getting engaged is such a huge red flag for me. That’s not the way you start off a long lived relationship and it just screams insecurity to me. 

I can’t express how disappointed I am in Scott. I think he’s making a huge mistake, one that he’s going to regret sooner rather than later, and I hope he wakes up before he truly regrets it. 

Because I think he’s going to really regret pulling away from Tessa like he has and marrying someone after such a short time. This isn’t the Scott that I fell in love with, this is like pre-comeback Scott all over again. 

If I hadn’t legit booked my flight and airbnb for rtr this week, I seriously would sell my ticket and not go. I just can’t stand to watch them out there. The ice is where they just create an au for themselves and we really get to see what could have been and fuck it hurts.

I just can’t accept that they will be happier with other people than they are with each other. I just always go back to all the stuff they say about how important their relationship is, about how they balance each other out and how they are each others rocks and their centers, and I just look at Scott and Jackie and I just can’t imagine that he feels that way about her. 

Maybe if they didn’t rush straight into the engagement, he could figure that out but as it stands, he didn’t and I truly believe he’s going to regret it for the rest of his life. 

I don’t know what I’m going to do about my involvement in this fandom. This week has been terrible for me and it’s simply not a healthy place for me to be anymore. I’m so angry at Scott I can’t stand it and Tessa’s projects just don’t hold a ton of interest to me. So we’ll see. 

I’m awful at quitting things and I still have rtr to go to but after that… I’m pretty much planning on phasing myself out of here. I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t watch their partnership disappear while Scott married this women who supports everything I hate in America while Tessa buries herself in work. It’s just not what I signed up for and I hate the fact that this is where we ended up. It’s truly the worst timeline and I hate it everyday.  

And before the anons come @ me, yes I do know I’m making a lot of assumptions but no one will ever be able to convince me that Scott didn’t rush into this relationship because he broke up with Tessa. This rushed engagement and their own separation are proof enough of that to me so anything you say probably won’t change my mine. 

#luka answers questions #anon fun times #this is long and rambling #but I just needed to say it #because it needed to be said #the stuff about her and trump legit makes me sick #after the week the us has had

[fiti-vation]

Hello there, I’m not getting enough protein in my meals to even meet my daily nutritional needs. I just want to improve my daily intake however I don’t like flavored protein powder and just want a simple powder to add to my shakes, cereal and oatmeal. Do you have a recommendation on a type powder? Thank you.

Hi there,

I’m glad that you are trying to improve your daily intake of protein and trust me I feel your pain. As a varsity athlete, I too struggle at times, so don’t worry too much. Maintaining a healthy, balanced diet is not always the easiest goal to achieve.

Now on to your question I’d definitely need a bit more information to provide you with a complete answer as when it comes to protein, everyone requires a different amount based on factors such as their body weight, sex, muscle mass, physical activity, and age. Furthermore, without knowing your diet choice (e.g., pescatarian, vegan, omnivore, etc.) I can’t really make the best recommendation – if someone is vegan for instance, I would recommend a vegan-friendly type of supplement. Knowing your fitness goals would have also been very helpful; are you trying to lose fat, build muscle or just maintain a healthy lifestyle… Based on your question, I’ll assume that you are trying to maintain a healthy lifestyle. That said, I’ll try my best to provide you with a succinct answer.

Do you really need protein powders?

Not necessarily. If you have access to a normal, healthy diet including lean proteins, then this should do the trick.

I don’t think that many people really need to use protein powder unless they are training at an extreme level. If you aren’t looking to improve your body composition and/or athletic performance or aren’t recovering from burns, I would advise you to just add more lean protein to your diet than protein powder. Speaking of your diet, it is the first thing that came to my attention after reading your question. Every time someone asks me for supplement recommendations, I always ask them if they first tried to change their diet. One important thing that I’ve learned over the years is that food supplements do not replace a healthy diet. Seeing a supplement as a solution may contribute to neglecting healthy food choices, and this has bigger consequences for long-term health.

There are too many people who think all protein is created equal and are swapping for shakes. Don’t be one of them.

You may probably be thinking that protein is protein no matter how you get it, right? Well, yes and no. Protein is an essential nutrient that builds and repairs muscle fibers. You can get the protein you need from whole foods, from supplements or from both, but there are a few important distinctions between the sources to consider as you’re planning your diet.

It might be quick to take, but simply adding protein powder to a meal is unlikely to fill you up and won’t give you as many nutrients as a proper meal. Plus, a full course means your body has to work harder to break down the food, so you use up more calories in the digestion process.

Whole foods have a major advantage over protein supplements; they stimulate the metabolism more. This is known as the “thermic effect”. Protein has the highest thermic effect of any food. Including a whole protein food with every meal can speed up your metabolic rate as much as 30% because of the energy necessary to digest, process, and absorb it. This means that out of 100 calories of a protein food such as chicken breast, the net amount of calories left over after processing it is 70. 

Just because people understand the importance of eating a healthy, balanced diet doesn’t mean they always have the time or energy to do it. I understand that real life is busy and adding up some protein powder here and there may save you time. Also, if you are on a budget, it may be tempting to use protein powder as a cheaper alternative to whole food. Just make sure to consider the whole picture by carefully reading nutrition labels and trying not to rely on protein powder as a crutch. Rather than a dietary staple, they’re best as an occasional supplement to a balanced diet that focuses on real food.

Recommendations:

Before thinking about incorporating protein powder into your diet, try to make some dietary changes if you haven’t yet. If your busy work schedule or school life makes it too tempting to trade in a nutritious high protein food for a protein supplement, then

prep your meals the night before

. There are many ways to get protein without turning to a powder. Investing in some foil, Tupperware and a Mexican tuna salad could be a key step to achieving your goal. Focus on getting protein from whole foods: nuts, seeds, low-fat dairy products (yogurt, milk, cheese), legumes (beans, lentils), fish, poultry, eggs, and lean meat. They’ve got far more nutrients to keep you full.

Many cereals nowadays come with added protein (e.g., Cheerios Protein Oats & Honey), you can also add nuts to your cereal, oatmeal and yogurt. I personally like to add a good amount of honey roasted peanuts to my bowl of cereals; with milk added you can easily achieve 20g of protein right there. Go for high content protein milk such as cow, goat, hemp or soy milk.

I also like to add a variety of nuts mix to my bowl of yogurt. Every time I go to Walmart, I always purchase lots of seeds and nuts:

Great Value Roasted & Unsalted Sunflower seeds - 8g of protein per 1/3 cup.

Great Value Organic Whole Chia Seeds - 7g of protein per ¼ cup.

Joe’s Tasty Travels Roasted Cashews - 9 g of protein per 1/3 cup.

Joe’s Tasty Travels Unsalted Roasted Almonds - 11g of protein per 1/3 cup.

Joe’s Tasty Travels pumpkin seeds – 14 g of protein per 1/3 cup.

Plnaters Honey Roasted Peanuts - 7g of protein for 1 oz

I also add fruits that have high protein content such as zante currants, raisins, passion fruit, raspberries, peaches, bananas, blackberries.

Greek yogurt has a high amount of protein content. Lately, I have been trying to reduce my dairy consumption for skincare purposes. A great alternative that I found is Daiya Greek yogurt, it’s dairy and soy free and has 8g of protein. 

Aside from Greek yogurt and cereals, many brands of bread and bagels also come with high amount of protein. I always purchase 12 grains by Country Harvest, 1 bagel contains 10g of protein. I make some delicious egg white bagel sandwiches. Here again you can easily achieve 20g of protein – even 30. I always purchase Burnbrae Farms Naturegg Simply Egg Whites from Walmart – it contains 7g of protein per ¼ cup. If I’ve had some intense cardio workout (i.e., stairmaster, Jacobs ladder and versa climber) I tend to throw in some turkey breast. If you are on a budget, I’d recommend purchasing Natural selections oven roasted turkey breast, family size club pack – it is packed with 14 g of protein. Ziggy’s extra lean cooked turkey (thin sliced) is also a good option with 17g of protein. Note that I live in Canada, so I don’t know if these products are sold where you live. But I’m sure you can find similar products. 

These are just a few examples of some high protein meals that I eat regularly. Think about adding some nuts and seeds to your salads as well. Also, I personally don’t eat oatmeal, but I’m pretty sure it’d be delicious if you add some chia seeds, pumpkin seeds or cashews. And instead of making your oatmeal with water try making it with milk.

P.S. nowadays you can also purchase protein pancake baking mix. You can make wonderful waffles ahead of time and put them in the freezer.

Powders:

Now, if you have tried without success to incorporate more protein within your diet, then you sure can turn to protein powders for some extra help, but again here don’t solely rely on them. Note that I am not aware of any other powders other than protein powder that would offer you the benefits of protein powder. I’ve only seen protein come in four forms: whole food, powder, liquid or bars … Is there any reason why you do not like flavoured protein powder? As I have mentioned in one on my previous post protein powder isn’t disgusting – but it’s the way one uses it that makes it disgusting. For example, I hate mixing protein powder with just plain water – it’s just yuck, I don’t know how people can just drink protein powder with water… 

If you do not like flavoured protein powders, I’d recommend looking into unflavoured protein powders.  There are various forms of protein powder out there. 

I’d also recommend that you look into BCAAs. However, other than lemonades, cocktails, popsicles, Jell-O and smoothies – there really isn’t much you can do with BCAAs. You can’t really add BCAAs to your cereals or oatmeal. ALLMAX Nutrition Aminocore Key lime pie flavour and Beyond Yourself AMRAP: Blue freeze and lemon lime flavour are my favourite brands!! I briefly touched on BCAAs in one of my old posts.

Bottom Line

As stated earlier, the biggest advantage protein powder has over whole food is convenience. The truth about protein supplements is that they offer few advantages over protein foods.  It is not necessary to consume any protein supplements to get outstanding results. There is no scientific evidence showing that you cannot meet all of your protein needs through food. However, once again if you are training at a high level, recovering from burns or cancer, or looking to change your body composition (i.e., losing fat, building muscle) – then that’s a completely different story.

Although, I strongly encourage you to first try changing your diet, don’t get me wrong here; there is nothing wrong with throwing a scoop of protein supplement here and there when life becomes too hectic, but do not solely rely on protein supplement to achieve your daily nutritional needs. Mother Nature has blessed us with an abundance of nature’s nutritional powerhouses. Focus on real food and do not believe all the hype you read. Good luck on your training for the New Year.

Cheers,Steph 😊

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With that, Let it Snow

Our final post, finished in the Seattle airport, waiting for our final flight to Calgary. Last you heard, we were getting on a bus bound for Bangkok. The bus was to arrive in Bangkok at 11:00am. Well, very long story short, that was not at all the case. The bus ride ended up involving a 3 hour wait where our driver disappeared, a two hour wait in a customs line, having to walk our bags across the border and wait for a new (much smaller) shuttle van. In the end, we didn’t arrive in Bangkok until 4:00pm. Fortunately, we were still able to get three 3rd class train tickets (3rd class is a whole other story) to Chiang Mai for that night. We made it to Chiang Mai (our LAST destination) by 12:00pm on December 8th. We then spent the next week (until the 14th) there. Highlights of Chiang Mai largely involve food, markets, and journaling time. We love all things Thai food: Kao Soi Kai, Pad Thai, mango sticky rice, deep fried taro, spring rolls, and on and on. We drank our share of smoothies and bubble tea and indulged in a nice breakfast at our hostel every morning. We also did a lot of chatting, laughing, and sleeping in our snuggly beds (the evenings and mornings got chilly – down to 15 degrees!). Chiang Mai was the “fall” to our trip and we felt it’s bitter-sweetness in the air. We’ve enjoyed the spontaneity and lack of responsibility of these last few months, and aren’t really too thrilled it’s ending. Yet, at the sound of a Christmas tune played in 7/11, the bitterness is replaced with chills of excitement.

For our final thoughts, we’ll each reflect on what we’ve learned over the past 4 months. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

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I’m writing this from a cafeteria in Taipei airport, waiting for a connecting flight to Seattle; from there, we catch our final flight home. As I think about the conclusion of a trip that I’ve dreamt of (as cliché as that sounds) since graduating high school, I have conflicting thoughts. I wanted this trip to have more purpose, and wanted to make learning a focus; neither of these are things that can be easily measured. So, as I come home, how do I know that they were accomplished?

In the past 4 months I have traveled through nine countries (3 were repeats), over 2 continents. I have walked the cliffs of Moher, explored ancient Rome, stood on Mars Hill where Apostle Paul preached almost 2000yrs ago, and biked through the Angkor Wat, the largest religious monument in the world. I’ve experienced my share of stressful travel days and endured a few bumps in the road, all of which God worked out in the end. Before leaving home, I had many doubts and worries about how things would go. Would we find places to stay, argue too much, get sick, run out of money? And how would we get from A to B? It’s impossible to prepare for every outcome, and very rarely do my preparations include relying on God. However, when in the moment, He’s usually the first one I turn to (thanks to his prompting), and the only reason I’m able to find a way out. Sadly, He’s also usually the last to be given any recognition; therefore, I continue trying to prepare and the cycle continues. I’ve learned (though I’m quick at forgetting) that everything makes more sense in the moment, because He lives in the moment. God can only be experienced in the present; he can give you peace about the past or future, but that peace is something experienced in the moment. So, rather than imagining and trying to prepare for all life’s “What Ifs,” I’m instead trying to trust His promise that He is “[a] very present help in trouble” Ps. 46:1. This is quite a relief, especially for someone who is coming home near the end of 2019, having no idea how next year will go. So, I think with time and reflection, I will realize what the trip accomplished. The true purpose will change with perspective and I will continue to learn from it.

Kiana

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So, what can I say to summarize a trip that has fashioned itself as “normal?” It amazes me how, as I try and jot down some last poetic words, I am completely lacking. Where have I grown? I don’t believe I’ve grown all that much, to be honest. When we started to plan this adventure, the topic of “purpose” arose. I must say, I struggled with an answer. Was there a purpose for us to go traveling for four months? Because, if there wasn’t one, then the other, more harsh question would need to be answered. That is, should we be even be going at all? For me, at least, I didn’t really get that epiphany moment I was hoping for. Instead, I flew off, hoping I wasn’t missing a cue that said He wasn’t really on board with my plans.

Now, though, it’s clear that this trip came in His timing. It’s funny how I sometimes I find myself reciting “its all in His timing… all in His perfect timing.” as if that means it can’t possibly also fit alongside my own. In my mind, me and God always worked in different time zones. His was the right one, while I was either a couple hours ahead or a whole day behind. But as I have thought about His perfect timing, and how it miraculously aligned with my desires, I wonder if I’ve missed the hint that is so blatantly given through the name “Father”. He is the Almighty I AM, the Alfa and Omega, the Beginning and the End, and yet I call him Dad. It sort of messes with my mind a little. Because, when I think of His perfect Will, I feel the need to remind myself that His will is not always my will. And when I think of Him as the Alfa and Omega, I get this image of surrender and dying to my old self. But when I think of Him as Father… I think of playing soccer with my dad, and laughing with him about stupid jokes, that aren’t really that funny, but are hilarious because of how he said it. He’s that dude too. He delights in having fun, and through that, I can do wild things just to have fun with him. Now, He is still the Almighty that calls us to worship and feed His sheep. I am aware that to become more like Jesus I am called down a path of submission and focus. But if this trip has taught me anything, it’s that He’s also there for when I want to do something crazy, something for my own enjoyment. He’s there for the joke. His timing isn’t always hard to get on board with because He isn’t meant to be this hard, crusted old man that I’ve somehow pictured him as. I have seen a bit more of God’s humor these past few months and it’s been pretty cool.

Lynece

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What have I learned? At first, I actually thought I wasn’t learning anything. The purpose of this trip, in my hopes and dreams, was to read a ton of books and become an expert on religion so that I don’t have to question or doubt anymore, and so I can answer anyone’s questions and convince them that I’m right without looking like a fool. Well, there wasn’t much time for reading in Europe, truth be told, and I remember myself somewhere in Spain, thinking I’d failed at my purpose for the trip. I really wasn’t learning anything at all and I certainly wasn’t going to be Ravi Zacharias by the time I went home. Looking back, I was right on the second of those (of course), but I can now definitely recognize some things that I’ve learned – both through the reading I was able to catch up on in Asia, and through the simple experiences of my journey.

So, what have I learned? The biggest thing that comes to mind has to do with my pride and image-management. But I’d rather not talk about my pride. You know, because of my pride. See, I always knew I struggled with pride. What I didn’t realize was how deeply it was affecting my relationship with the Lord. By trying to so precisely maintain my self-image, I distanced myself from things that might hurt that image. In the process, I distanced myself from Jesus, because, regardless of what our pop-worship culture might say, Jesus will never be popular. In truth, much to my anguish, following Jesus means sometimes looking like a fool to those around me. That is perhaps the most difficult thing I’ve ever been confronted with. I actually cannot maintain image and live according to Jesus’ truth and life. There is no having it both ways. No “a little of this and a little of that.” You can have the image, or, you can live with Jesus. That’s it.

Reading through Ezekiel, this hit me hard. Ezekiel did some strange things, listening to the Lord’s commands. I don’t understand most of the book, but from what I gather, Ezekiel was a prophet, chosen by God to be an image to Israel of what was to come. God often told him to demonstrate these things-to-come through enactments, body posture, clothing, etc. Let me just say that Ezekiel’s self-image wasn’t exactly boosted by the ordeal. In fact, from my perspective, he wouldn’t merely have looked foolish to everyone around him, he would’ve looked positively insane. I bristle at the thought of such humiliation, but then am reminded that that is the calling. I can then only praise Him for His great patience and mercy, because I am only beginning to learn, understand, and surrender, but he has already been a kind, guiding hand, giving me tangible examples of what it means to ditch the pride in favor of connection to Him and His people.

You may wonder how a trip to Europe/Asia taught me about pride. So do I. I read some books that certainly pointed me in the right direction, but, other than that, I suppose the answer lies somewhere in the Lord’s mysterious ways.

Janae

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Dear trip 2019, you’ve been a blast.

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