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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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Update on the French protests: we've had a well-known expert in contemporary political history call the situation we're in "the worst democracy crisis France has known since [the end of the 4th Republic]" and meanwhile the government is trying its hardest to maintain a façade of normal functioning by a) hiding from protesters, b) hiding protesters from view, and c) banning saucepans and other means of drawing attention to the protests that are being swept under the rug.

I mean casserolades are an old tradition in this country but they wouldn't have been needed if Macron &co hadn't started almost systematically banning protests in entire districts of the towns they visit and setting up police roadblocks to prevent peaceful protesters from going anywhere near them. (Too bad because these are the kinds of images the media get (these 2 are from Le Monde) when protesters get to talk to Macron <3) :

Protesters corralled away where they can be easily ignored started banging pots and pans so the protest could at least be heard in the background of TV footage, and then pans started being confiscated.

French courts have repeatedly struck down the bans as illegal but police prefects keep churning new bans out every time Macron goes somewhere anyway, trying to publish them at the last minute so there's no time for a judicial review. (I saw a sign at a protest last week that went "Stop with all the bans we no longer have time to disobey all of them")

After boldly banning saucepans by calling them "portable sonorous devices" last week, today a police prefecture banned "festive gatherings of a musical nature" in a town Macron will be visiting tomorrow. They're (ab)using counter-terrorist legislation for all this, so these days we get to read unheard-of court rulings that go like "We are suspending this prefectural decree as we do not consider festive gatherings of a musical nature to pose a significant terrorist threat to the President."

If Macron had people showing up in support I don't think we would see so many pissy protest bans because then the media could show backers vs. opponents and things would look normal (and not like 70% of the country is very pissed off with Macron). But there's not much for them to show if they don't show the angry people banging pans and it clearly rankles Macron—we learnt yesterday that he sent a letter to 200,000 political supporters of his essentially ordering them to start making appearances all over the country, to show they are "proud of what you are and of what our country has become [since I got elected]." That seems a bit desperate.

For months Macron &co have been predicting that people would get tired of taking to the streets in large numbers, and now that people are going like—right, let's try a new strategy, small local protests greeting gov members everywhere they go!—we're hearing a clear "no not like that, that's not what we meant :l " reaction from the government.

They've also been trying the strategy of announcing stuff at the last minute, like on Monday the Minister of Education announced at noon that he would visit a higher learning institution in Lyon 2 hours later, and a hundred of protesters still showed up and tried to force their way into the building. They were held off by cops using tear gas and trying to block entrances (there's a pic that made me smile, showing cops trying to barricade university gates with garbage bins—how the tables have turned...!) and the Minister ended up not showing up and moving on to the next step of his schedule (protesters tried to follow him there but police vans were blocking the street.)

The first half of the video is at the uni in Lyon; the second half is in Paris later that day. When he returned to Paris the Minister was greeted by protesters with saucepans at the train station, it's like a national relay race of protesting at times. He had to go back through the train to leave via the other end of the platform under police escort so as not to meet any protesters (god forbid).

Macron commented that this was "uncivic" behaviour and I agree, civic behaviour on the part of gov members would be to at least face the people they choose to fuck over, instead of hiding behind cops and fleeing. Obviously Macron was condemning the 'uncivic' protesters though, and the Minister said he felt "physically threatened" by the "violence of [the protesters'] speech" which is a shit thing to say considering on the same day that he was mildly inconvenienced by having to take a different exit and felt physically endangered by words, yet another protester was mutilated after being shot at by police with a rubber bullet. Not a peep about this incident (or previous ones) from the government. The Minister of Education never even condemned that time high schoolers trying to protest got tear gassed and threatened with riot guns by cops in front of their school earlier this month.

But while people continue protesting despite the actual violence from cops, our ministers are looking pretty scared of citizens banging pots and pans. Here's a list of official visits that got cancelled "for safety reasons" (saucepan terrorism) in the past week:

1. Minister P. NDiaye cancelled a visit in Lyon 2. Minister F. Braun cancelled a visit to Evrard Hospital 3. Minister Delegate O. Klein cancelled a visit in Bobigny 4. Minister Delegate O. Grégoire cancelled a visit in La Baule 5. Minister S. Guerini cancelled a visit in Castelnau 6. Secretary of State B. Couillard cancelled a visit in Rochefort 7. Minister S. Retailleau cancelled a visit to the Paris Saclay University (electricity trade unionists cut the power in the building she was supposed to inaugurate, so) 8. Minister C. Grandjean cancelled a visit in Toulouse (this article says it was probably because the visit was quite near a big highway protest where protesters among other things were building a concrete wall on a national road)

In the same bullshitting vein as "portable sonorous devices", gov spokespeople have been insisting that visits aren't being cancelled, ministers are just "adjusting the course of their trips" which is funny to me. I guess we never beheaded any royalty we just adjusted the course of their necks. I also read a newspaper article that made me laugh, that went like "Minister cancels visit; trade unions disappointed" and I thought it was because the cancelled visit was a meeting with the unions which they wouldn't get to have, but the article said it was actually because they had a good protest planned and wouldn't get to hold it...

Watching protesters mess with the government in small ways on a daily basis has been good for morale—on Twitter the hashtags #IntervillesMacron and #IntervillesduZbeul popped up (zbeul = chaos, mess, and Intervilles was a TV game show that aired for over 50 years, where French cities competed against one another in goofy challenges). I only mentioned cancellations above, but fun things also happen on non-cancelled government visits, like a Minister having to leave a building via the emergency exit because of protesters blocking the building entrance (which some people argued is worth more points than a cancellation as it's more entertaining):

Various websites were created to keep track of all these smaller protests and to officialise the point system that ranks cities on their efforts to fuck with the government:

(the first symbol means a protest, the second means a casserolade, the last one means protesters managed to get inside a building where a visit was taking place)

(Translation: Ruckus (saucepans, heckling...) 1pt Protest: 1pt Creative action (chasing minister in the woods, etc): 2pts Measures of energy conservation (= power cuts by unions) 3pts Action that leads to a political figure fleeing: 4pts Cancellation of a visit: 5pts — then there's a weighting system where the score is multiplied by 3 if it's a Minister, by 5 if it's the Prime Minister, by 6 if it's Macron.) (I also saw an interesting debate on Twitter this week—since our leaders often embarrass themselves, how should the government's own goals fit into the point system?)

Right now the Hérault department is winning because on top of protests, power cuts and casserolades, protesters greeted Macron with a giant "MACRON FUCK OFF" sign hung from a cliff (!) and took over a highway display so it'd say "Welcome to [region] Butthole Ist"

These past few days I've been discovering unknown French cities (and Ministers) thanks to them showing up in the hashtag after a good protest. I discovered a mediaeval castle I'd never heard of when unions hung banners featuring our most famous revolutionary dates from the castle's battlements. (Two days later, another protest with eloquent banners in the Musée d'Orsay in Paris:)

People are very creative—last week we heard that protesters got prosecuted for giving Macron the finger and insulting him during one of his official visits (< we are a healthy democracy), so protesters in another region tried a more sarcastic approach, and greeted a deputy from Macron's party at a strawberry fair this week with clapping and confetti and "Thank you for making us work 2 more years, thank you for police repression, thank you!" The deputy beat a hasty retreat. Then said he would file a complaint against the harassment and intimidation he had been subjected to. (The tear gas and riot guns and arrests and protest bans are not intimidation of protesters on the other hand. Or the fact that another deputy from his party recently said on TV that they were "ready for war"... They're ready to wage war, but run and hide when people clang saucepans and throw confetti.)

Anyway. I'm enjoying the fact that they can't even attend a small strawberry fair without getting heckled right now. In one of my first posts about the political crisis in March I wrote something like "How will Macron and his gov have any legitimacy to speak about any issues after this?" and it cheers me up to see a lot of people across the country agree that they have no legitimacy to talk about anything, not even the strawberry harvest.

The next nationwide protest is of course for May 1st, but in the meantime it's been really fun following the smaller protest actions all over the place. Members of government & Macron's party keep making whiny statements along the lines of this is terrorist behaviour, we can't go anywhere, why are people not getting tired of fucking with us and the answer is, because it's really entertaining!

This was the last sentence of a recent Le Monde article about Macron's situation and it has such a sinister, end-of-reign tone:

"I'm moving forward," Macron concluded, on April 20th in the Herault department, while behind his back echoed the sound of saucepans.

#frpol #well this is another very long post and it features maybe 40% of all the shit from the past week #like there was another popular hashtag last week that went ''no retraction [of the reform] no olympic games''#and the police prefect of Paris said ''the closer we get to the Olympics the more we will saturate public space with police''#okay! good atmosphere so far

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newtabfics · 10 months

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HELLO THERE!

I'm in love with your Rauru One-shots, so could I request one where Rauru tries to teach reader a dance because of the festival which is THE DAY AFTER?

(Of course they both are clumsy so here comes the cheesy stuff; both a falling on the ground and one of them ends up confessing 0w0 )

You can choose which one

THANK YOU AND HAVE A GREAT DAY <3

IM SOFT FOR THIS AAAAAA

Rauru x The Dance

<1000 words

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“What do you mean ask–Sonia, he’s the king! He’s our king! We’re not close like that!” Y/N stammered out, practically vibrating from embarrassment as her friend snickered.

“Oh come on, what’s the harm in asking? What’s the worst he can really do?”

“Execute me.”

“Yes, Rauru will execute you. Really? You think so little of him?” She taunted, making Y/N balk at the accusation. “You are close like that. Just ask him. He’d be happy to help you.”

Y/N groaned as she looked down at her stilled hands. She’d been helping with the last-minute floral arrangements for the festival that she needed to dance at. Something she could never master herself.

“What if…he says no, though?” She muttered, stroking her thumb over the amaranth petals. “What if he’s disgusted by the idea?”

“I doubt that. Just trust me.”

Hours had passed as the sun set, the chime of the Temple of Time echoing throughout the Garden of Time as she made her way to the meeting place. She was dear friends with the king of Hyrule, having spent much of her time helping him with relations with the people across the land. So far, they’d secured an allyship with the Zora people and the Gorons! All the same, however, she mostly tried to keep it professional despite the king’s insistence that it was more than just working together.

“Y/N!” He perked as he looked away from his sister’s book. Mineru smiled and waved at her as he walked to her. “Preparations going well?”

“Yes, Sire. Every–” His hand went up, eyes looking to her pleadingly. She sighed. “Yes, Rauru. Everything’s set for tomorrow.”

“Incredible. You’re a lifesaver, Y/N. Hopefully, this banquet will go off without a hitch. A wonderful idea to use the festival as a way to ask the Zora and Goron leaders to celebrate our companionship,” He praised.

She flushed and looked away, taking a slow breath. “Just ask,” She whispered to herself.

Mineru’s ear perked at that as she looked to her hopefully, praying to Hylia above that the woman would take a leap of faith.

“There’s the uh, dance. The one you asked me to be a part of,” Y/N said slowly. “Uh…Rauru, I can’t dance.” She spat out quickly. “Help me, please!”

“Alright!” He chuckled, unaware of his sister quietly slipping away to mask her laughter. She was more than aware of what nonsense would transpire.

Y/N went red at that, staring at him in shock. She didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth though and followed him to the center of the room.

“Sorry for the lack of music. I could get a construct and–”

“Please. I’d rather no one else see me make a fool of myself,” She whispered.

He blinked as he watched her staring at their feet with a face so red he could see it on her ears. He smiled at the Hylian as he waited for her to calm down. After a long while, she looked up at him, confused and humiliated.

“There you are,” He teased. “You should always look to your partner for guidance.”

Her little squeak confused and delighted him as she tried to look away nervously but kept refocusing on him…barely.

He smiled and counted the beat, beginning to lead her. She kept muttering apologies when her smaller feet managed to find his own. He hummed and smiled.

“I have an idea. Why not stand on my feet? You’re not used to dancing so it might give you a chance to learn the movements through me.”

Y/N felt her spirit leave her body at this. The suggestion alone startled her enough to stumble back. Rauru quickly moved to catch her but the sudden drop to her level made him lose his balance and he’d fallen on top of her, only able to shield her head to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt.

They both froze before Rauru smiled down at her. “Are you alright?”

Y/N gulped, watching him before muttering, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“You are?!” Rauru asked, balking. She paled and he quickly stammered, “No, no! I mean, I feel the same. I uhh…” He cleared his throat as he moved her until she was sitting. “I mean to say I wanted to confess at the festival but this is as good of a time as ever.” He looked to her. “I’d…like to court you properly, Y/N.”

At that moment, Y/N knew she’d died and passed on to the Sacred Realm or something of the sort because there was no real way this was happening. There was no way that her dear friend, the king of her people, was asking to court her.

“S-Sire–” At the disapproving groan, she corrected to, “Rauru, I mean, think about it. What you’re asking is…It doesn’t just go away. What if you end up hating me? I’m just your counselor basically.”

“Much like a wife is,” He joked, making her blush more. “I’m teasing. I’d love to have you by my side, Y/N. It’s why I’m asking this though. I want to take slow steps with you. I don’t want to ruin this because I care for you deeply.” He gently cupped her face. “May I…try?”

Y/N gulped and nodded. “I’d…like that. But could you maybe get off of me first?”

“Right! Sorry!”

#ask request #rauru totk fic #rauru totk fics #rauru x fem!reader #totk rauru #rauru totk #totk fluff #fluff

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musesinspirations · 2 years

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summer/vacation starters!

“if you were a cocktail, which one would you be?”

“i’m not going in the water.”

“i, uh... i can’t swim.”

“i already regret going on this trip.”

“would you help me put sunscreen on my back?”

“this place is perfect. i don’t ever wanna leave.”

“you come here every year, but we never talk.”

“i think the tent is leaking.”

“i’m done with taking instagram pictures of you, can we please just go and enjoy this place?”

“wait, you have a boyfriend/girlfriend back home?”

“will you teach me how to surf?”

“so... we’re both travelling alone.”

“i’ll come back next year.”

“we’re on vacation and you’re still working all the time.”

“you’re the worst tour guide ever.”

"i don’t want to ever leave.”

“mimosas for breakfast, please tell me you’re down.”

“so i guess we have to sharing a hotel room.”

“it’s just a bikini, not that big of a deal.”

“just you and me on a boat, i don’t think i’ve ever been happier.”

“do you know how to set up a tent?”

“this has not exactly been the vacation of my dreams.”

“this must be the longest road trip i’ve ever been on.”

“let’s go for a walk along the beach.”

“there’s no better time to try something new then on a trip.”

“it’s so hot here, i'm all sweaty.”

“i’m here to enjoy the music, isn’t that what festivals are for?”

“if you throw me in the pool, i swear to god...”

“it’s a beautiful day to go for a picnic.”

“i can’t believe this place is your home, you’re so lucky.”

“i don’t even like the beach.”

“i think you were here last summer as well, weren’t you?”

“camping is not for me.”

“wow, this is your summer house?! it’s huge!”

“oh my god, they have a flamingo floatie.”

“that’s the most impressive sandcastle i’ve ever seen.”

“how about we do a barbecue?”

“do you have to eat your popsicle like that?”

“come on, join me for a swim.”

“it’s just eating ice cream, that doesn’t make it a date.”

“i came here to find myself.”

“i’m not dressed for the beach.”

“do you need help with your suitcase?”

“i don’t wanna get my hair wet.”

“summer love? i think it’s more than that.”

“why go on a hike if you’re afraid of heights?”

“my flight got cancelled, so i guess i’m staying longer.”

“i’m flying back home tomorrow.”

“this is a summer to never forget.”

#indie rp #ask meme #rp meme #rp help

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jo-harrington · 8 months

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Second request for Hymn's of Heaven 🩶

will-o'-the-wisp

I know this is your second request, and it’s fully my intention to get back to the first one…but I just needed to write this one real quick.

Themes/Warnings: Religious/Catholic Themes (duh, but maybe a little heavier than other hymns have been), hurt/comfort, allusion to familial problems, fluff

And if you see a continuity error in a previous hymn...no you don't.

Find other Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

July 1984

It was a carefree kind of night.

A perfect kind of night.

Just the two of you.

You needed it, Eddie knew. He’d never been very far from home before but he recognized homesickness when he saw it. And as much as he hoped that Hawkins was becoming your home—that he was becoming your home—he couldn’t deny that you had a whole life that you’d left behind over a year ago.

Sure your parents…but your grandma, more than anything, was your home.

“She’s just a little old lady,” you told him when he asked about her the first time. You beamed, obviously ecstatic to talk about your favorite person. “But she’s always been my best friend.”

Through stories about your grandma, he learned more about you. Felt his heart grow a little more with each little tidbit; to see how you talked about someone you cherished.

“She cooks…all the time, more food than anyone could ever eat. She makes this soup. I swear it’s magical; a remedy for any illness.”

“She used to work at this factory but she’s retired now. If you ever want like…a hundred boxes of Tootsie Rolls, she still has an in and she can get them for you in a blink of an eye.”

“She’s always at church. Always. She dragged me all the time too. Didn’t matter what language the mass was in. English, Spanish, Latin, Italian, Polish…I am a polyglot for masses because of her.”

After the Fourth of July festivities, the homesickness started. You got quiet sometimes, fiddled with your necklace a little more. He noticed immediately and it made him feel...not bad...just helpless.

What could he do to to make you feel better when he didn't even know what was wrong?

Eddie didn't even need to ask, you simply told him one day.

"It's her birthday tomorrow," you muttered. "And coincidentally it's also this...special Feast Day. There's a procession with music and fireworks and this...statue. I can't really explain, you just need to experience it. I'll take you one day, I promise; you'd have the best time.

"Anyway, when I was younger, we would sit on the porch and watch the procession go by, have this table of candles and offerings set up. I always said it was special just for her, and it would make her smile. And then at night, she would watch me run around the yard and try to catch fireflies.

"I tried calling home to tell her Happy Birthday but my dad picked up," you choked up. "He never...but it's like he knew...and I froze...I couldn't even...I just hung up."

He expected tears. This was the closest he'd ever come to seeing you cry before. He anticipated the worst, and engulfed you in a hug, whispering sweet words of comfort.

"It's ok, she'd understand. I know how much you miss her. I'm sure she knows it too."

You squeezed him hard, buried your face in his neck and nodded with every word.

"You did the right thing. Your dad's an asshole. You won. You didn't give him the satisfaction of upsetting you more. I'm proud of you."

And when you pulled away, everything was normal. You pressed a kiss to his lips and his cheeks, and then asked if he wanted to get Dairy Queen.

But there were no tears.

Eddie knew how it felt, to always have to be the strong one. Whether it was because you didn't want someone to see your weaknesses...or because there was too much going on for you to have any. He'd balanced that burden all his life. But he also knew that...you didn't need to be that way around him, didn't need to feel like you needed to hide or keep these walls up.

You had secrets, things you simply kept to yourself--shit, he had them too--but he wanted you to know that you were safe with him. That he'd be there to listen if and when you were ready.

So he did what he knew he did best. He made the person who was most important in his life feel how important they were.

It didn't take much planning. He rummaged around Rick's boathouse for old rags and rubber bands and jars that held an amalgam of screws and bolts and nuts. Bribed Mickey's mom to go to Bradley's during your shift to grab some treats. And promised Wayne that he would replace the six-pack he took from the fridge during their next grocery run.

It was gonna be special. Unforgettable. He needed to make you smile.

All he had to do was wait until your shift was done in the Bradley's parking lot and keep his big mouth shut when you saw him.

He unfortunately couldn't do that.

"You wanna go catch some fireflies?" he whispered in your ear and spoiled the surprise when you greeted him with a hug and a soft what are you doing here?

"What? Eddie!" you laughed.

He talked the whole drive to Weathertop, explained that he had cake and lemon ices and beers in a cooler in the back.

"Gotta celebrate still, even if you can't be there with your grandma," he explained, and you grabbed his hand to place gentle kisses on the back of it as he drove.

You jumped from the van with a whoop as soon as he parked on the grass. It wasn't fully dark out yet but you could still see the intermittent glow of fireflies as they floated around the field of wildflowers. You shed your little uniform vest and ran around the grass for a second.

Eddie watched as you jumped and tried to catch one or two glowing bugs in your hands with the uncharacteristic carefree nature that a child might, and then round back on him as he popped the back doors of the van open to prepare the spread he'd organized.

The sight of you running back to him--the twilight glow behind you, the biggest smile on your face, and something in your eyes that was reserved just for him--made him feel like he was the most important man in the world.

It made his hands shake a little.

"Alright, I've got jars for each of us," he began and handed you one. He tried to cover the shakiness in his voice. "We'll let 'em go at the end of the night."

"Sounds good."

"You know...Wayne always told me if I was gonna try to catch them, that I had to be careful not to catch a will-o'-the-wisp on accident instead. He said they don't appreciate it when you catch them."

You tilted your head a little and pressed your lips together and Eddie's eyes narrowed at you.

"Don't tell me that's the one thing you don't know about?"

He felt giddy to be able to teach you something about a mystical creature for once. Some little bit of folklore that might make you smile.

"They're these...I don't know ghost lights and they float around, and if you try to follow them, they'll end up leading you astray. I thought I caught one once and Wayne mentioned that they're not actually good spirits, they're mischievous. I got so scared and...and you're just letting me talk out of my ass right now aren't you?"

You burst with laughter and shook your head.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," you held your hands up in surrender. "You were just so cute."

"Cute? I'm cute?" He put a hand to his chest in feigned insult. "Here I am trying to prevent my girlfriend's demise and she tells me I'm cute."

Eddie waited until you were caught off guard, scrambling to apologize, before he attacked. Fingers wriggled against your sides, causing you to laugh and gasp, and just when you thought it was over, he blew a raspberry on the exposed junction of your neck and shoulder.

The rest of the night was perfect. You ran around and caught fireflies together--you boasted when you caught more than he did, but he was especially proud because his glowed more--munched on the snacks that he brought, and then to end the night, you laid out on one of the blankets from the back of the van and stargazed.

Eddie pointed out constellations to you--a thing you actually didn't know much about at all--and after a while, the weight of your head on his shoulder became heavy and your breathing evened out.

He was gonna let you doze for a while before he woke you up to head home, but you surprised him when you sat up and looked at him.

"Today was perfect Eddie," you muttered. "Thank you."

"Hey of course," he beamed. "Anything for you."

"You...I..." You paused and bit your lip for a second. An eternity.

When you spoke again, it was something he hadn't realized that he'd been waiting to hear. Something he had been hesitant to tell you...probably since the first time he met you. He knew then how he felt, it was just...never the right time...and he never wanted to scare you or pressure you.

But his heart soared...because he didn't have to wait an eternity to hear it anymore.

"I love you Eddie. So much. More than you'll ever know."

#aasb #eddie munson x reader #hymns of heaven #Eddie munson fluff #as above so below

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womenareonline · 1 year

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Woke, Art, leftist dirtbag

This is in response to the discussion of Matty Healy on The Adam Friedland Show and about leftist dirtbags.

A few months ago I went on a date with a guy and my first text to my friend once I was home was: he is too woke. My friend and I have an ongoing joke where we talk about people going on TikTok and explaining why we shouldn't study Picasso a man who has been dead for over 40 years. Yet a few days ago I saw Chris Brown was the headliner for a festival. Do you see the issue here? I think a lot of people are talking about the over wokeness and canceled culture and how it does not work. I agree. Canceled culture is dumb and there are still a lot of people doing far worst things than Matty Healy.

What the leftist dirtbag loves to do is make fun of gen-z woke culture. Because they turn around and vote for Bernie Sanders, and that's great. We love Bernie. But voting for more leftist politicians does not give you a free pass to be racist and sexist. I get it, you are making a joke out of woke culture or of “locker room talk”. Here is my question to you: What do you gain from this? What exactly do you gain from spending an hour talking about the most bizarre and random stuff, mocking accents, and objectifying women? If you are so mad about gen-z not taking issues seriously but instead focusing on the language they use, isn't it a bit hypocritical if you sit down and make fun of them instead of helping? Great you voted for Bernie, but you are still going online and making degrading jokes about minorities. I get it, I really do. I don’t think you are racist or sexist, but I also don’t think this is the way to stay woke or to help the ongoing issue in society.

I always believed there is a balanced to everything. You can be woke and you can still focus on the important issue. I personally believe that standing up for women's rights so we don’t get murdered on our way home is far more useful than spending 10 minutes talking about Ice Spice dms. But that's just me. I’ve been online for probably the same amount of time than these guys, so I understand there is a lot on the internet and I grew up into the internet and not on the internet. I have also developed critical thinking to understand when to draw the line when joking and when to be “woke”.

Here is the thing about these jokes: POC and women have spoken up and said this isn’t funny. We do not enjoy this kind of humor. Why aren’t you listening to them? I understand your jokes and satire, but if someone is telling you it's making them uneasy, should you stop? What's the point of satire if it offends people? Why are you telling people to “take a joke” when you are joking about their own culture? We heard enough about this when it's not a joke and outside of art, and we are telling you: we are very tired. We are tired of white men telling us how to feel. We are tired of men telling us “it's a joke”. I know you are joking, I get that. But tomorrow I’ll wake up and a man would catcall me for wearing a skirt. I am tired even when you are joking.

About the whole concept of this being art. I get art, I really do. I adore art and would always try to understand the most bizarre and random art. I don’t judge it for what it is. I like to believe I try different forms and genres of art because I don’t believe in listening to criticism or mouth-to-mouth (I even listened to the podcast I swear). They are saying art is supposed to challenge us and this is for you to think and to step outside. I love that concept of art. I really enjoy watching something new and experiencing new music (like The 1975!!). But I don’t understand what is so challenging for white men to sit for an hour to talk about other races and women. Isn’t that what we see every day? Is that literally what politics is like? Men telling women what to do with their bodies? I think it is more challenging when men stand up for women because we don’t see that every day. I think it's braver when we talk about the killing of POC and transgender people. Why isn’t art about that? I think that's a challenge because the status quo is men speaking for women. Are white people telling other groups how to feel or who to be? I think the challenge in the art should be to those in power. Let's make fun of those who are in power and who marginalized others. I believed Matty Healy did an amazing job portraying this in Consumption on his last tour and I loved that. He was a white man, calling out men. I am tired as a Latina woman to see men talk about us but not about themselves. There is more value in a man telling another man they are wrong. Two of my favorite writers are Isabel Allende (Chilean) and Gabriel García Marquez (Colombian) they both write about the issues in Latin America. They both explain what is wrong in our culture. That's more valuable and challenging than men talking about other races and genders.

I’m closing this by saying I had and maybe still do a great admiration for Matty Healy as an artist. I think he is brilliant: his music is amazing, he is a great songwriter, the shows are all created by him, an amazing frontman (i saw them live back in 2019), and has an amazing meme curation. But i don’t get why he blur the line into I don’t want people to see me as too woke. I think it might be a “trauma” response to being canceled so much. I get it. But I don’t think that's where we need to direct the conversation.

#Woke culture #Cancelled culture #Internet #online #leftist dirtbag #Matty Healy #writing

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Joe Biden: The U.S. won’t back down from the challenge of Putin and Hamas

Joe Biden, a Democrat, is president of the United States.

Today, the world faces an inflection point, where the choices we make — including in the crises in Europe and the Middle East — will determine the direction of our future for generations to come.

What will our world look like on the other side of these conflicts?

Will we deny Hamas the ability to carry out pure, unadulterated evil? Will Israelis and Palestinians one day live side by side in peace, with two states for two peoples?

Will we hold Vladimir Putin accountable for his aggression, so the people of Ukraine can live free and Europe remains an anchor for global peace and security?

And the overarching question: Will we relentlessly pursue our positive vision for the future, or will we allow those who do not share our values to drag the world to a more dangerous and divided place?

Both Putin and Hamas are fighting to wipe a neighboring democracy off the map. And both Putin and Hamas hope to collapse broader regional stability and integration and take advantage of the ensuing disorder. America cannot, and will not, let that happen. For our own national security interests — and for the good of the entire world.

The United States is the essential nation. We rally allies and partners to stand up to aggressors and make progress toward a brighter, more peaceful future. The world looks to us to solve the problems of our time. That is the duty of leadership, and America will lead. For if we walk away from the challenges of today, the risk of conflict could spread, and the costs to address them will only rise. We will not let that happen.

That conviction is at the root of my approach to supporting the people of Ukraine as they continue to defend their freedom against Putin’s brutal war.

We know from two world wars in the past century that when aggression in Europe goes unanswered, the crisis does not burn itself out. It draws America in directly. That’s why our commitment to Ukraine today is an investment in our own security. It prevents a broader conflict tomorrow.

We are keeping American troops out of this war by supporting the brave Ukrainians defending their freedom and homeland. We are providing them with weapons and economic assistance to stop Putin’s drive for conquest, before the conflict spreads farther.

The United States is not doing this alone. More than 50 nations have joined us to ensure that Ukraine has what it needs to defend itself. Our partners are shouldering much of the economic responsibility for supporting Ukraine. We have also built a stronger and more united NATO, which enhances our security through the strength of our allies, while making clear that we will defend every inch of NATO territory to deter further Russian aggression. Our allies in Asia are standing with usas well to support Ukraine and hold Putin accountable, because they understand that stability in Europe and in the Indo-Pacific are inherently connected.

We have also seen throughout history how conflicts in the Middle East can unleash consequences around the globe.

We stand firmly with the Israeli people as they defend themselves against the murderous nihilism of Hamas. On Oct. 7, Hamas slaughtered 1,200 people, including 35 American citizens, in the worst atrocity committed against the Jewish people in a single day since the Holocaust. Infants and toddlers, mothers and fathers, grandparents, people with disabilities, even Holocaust survivors were maimed and murdered. Entire families were massacred in their homes. Young people were gunned down at a music festival. Bodies riddled with bullets and burned beyond recognition. And for over a month, the families of more than 200 hostages taken by Hamas, including babies and Americans, have been living in hell, anxiously waiting to discover whether their loved ones are alive or dead. At the time of this writing, my team and I are working hour by hour, doing everything we can to get the hostages released.

And while Israelis are still in shock and suffering the trauma of this attack, Hamas has promised that it will relentlessly try to repeat Oct. 7. It has said very clearly that it will not stop.

The Palestinian people deserve a state of their own and a future free from Hamas. I, too, am heartbroken by the images out of Gaza and the deaths of many thousands of civilians, including children. Palestinian children are crying for lost parents. Parents are writing their child’s name on their hand or leg so they can be identified if the worst happens. Palestinian nurses and doctors are trying desperately to save every precious life they possibly can, with little to no resources. Every innocent Palestinian life lost is a tragedy that rips apart families and communities.

Our goal should not be simply to stop the war for today — it should be to end the war forever, break the cycle of unceasing violence, and build something stronger in Gaza and across the Middle East so that history does not keep repeating itself.

Just weeks before Oct. 7, I met in New York with Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. The main subject of that conversation was a set of substantial commitments that would help both Israel and the Palestinian territories better integrate into the broader Middle East. That is also the idea behind the innovative economic corridor that will connect India to Europe through the United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia, Jordan and Israel, which I announced together with partners at the Group of 20 summit in India in early September. Stronger integration between countries creates predictable markets and draws greater investment. Better regional connection — including physical and economic infrastructure — supports higher employment and more opportunities for young people. That’s what we have been working to realize in the Middle East. It is a future that has no place for Hamas’s violence and hate, and I believe that attempting to destroy the hope for that future is one reason that Hamas instigated this crisis.

This much is clear: A two-state solution is the only way to ensure the long-term security of both the Israeli and Palestinian people. Though right now it may seem like that future has never been further away, this crisis has made it more imperative than ever.

A two-state solution — two peoples living side by side with equal measures of freedom, opportunity and dignity — is where the road to peace must lead. Reaching it will take commitments from Israelis and Palestinians, as well as from the United States and our allies and partners. That work must start now.

To that end, the United States has proposed basic principles for how to move forward from this crisis, to give the world a foundation on which to build.

To start, Gaza must never again be used as a platform for terrorism. There must be no forcible displacement of Palestinians from Gaza, no reoccupation, no siege or blockade, and no reduction in territory. And after this war is over, the voices of Palestinian people and their aspirations must be at the center of post-crisis governance in Gaza.

As we strive for peace, Gaza and the West Bank should be reunited under a single governance structure, ultimately under a revitalized Palestinian Authority, as we all work toward a two-state solution. I have been emphatic with Israel’s leaders that extremist violence against Palestinians in the West Bank must stop and that those committing the violence must be held accountable. The United States is prepared to take our own steps, including issuing visa bans against extremists attacking civilians in the West Bank.

The international community must commit resources to support the people of Gaza in the immediate aftermath of this crisis, including interim security measures, and establish a reconstruction mechanism to sustainably meet Gaza’s long-term needs. And it is imperative that no terrorist threats ever again emanate from Gaza or the West Bank.

If we can agree on these first steps, and take them together, we can begin to imagine a different future. In the months ahead, the United States will redouble our efforts to establish a more peaceful, integrated and prosperous Middle East — a region where a day like Oct. 7 is unthinkable.

In the meantime, we will continue working to prevent this conflict from spreading and escalating further. I ordered two U.S. carrier groups to the region to enhance deterrence. We are going after Hamas and those who finance and facilitate its terrorism, levying multiple rounds of sanctions to degrade Hamas’s financial structure, cutting it off from outside funding and blocking access to new funding channels, including via social media. I have also been clear that the United States will do what is necessary to defend U.S. troops and personnel stationed across the Middle East — and we have responded multiple times to the strikes against us.

I also immediately traveled to Israel — the first American president to do so during wartime — to show solidarity with the Israeli people and reaffirm to the world that the United States has Israel’s back. Israel must defend itself. That is its right. And while in Tel Aviv, I also counseled Israelis against letting their hurt and rage mislead them into making mistakes we ourselves have made in the past.

From the very beginning, my administration has called for respecting international humanitarian law, minimizing the loss of innocent lives and prioritizing the protection of civilians. Following Hamas’s attack on Israel, aid to Gaza was cut off, and food, water and medicine reserves dwindled rapidly. As part of my travel to Israel, I worked closely with the leaders of Israel and Egypt to reach an agreement to restart the delivery of essential humanitarian assistance to Gazans. Within days, trucks with supplies again began to cross the border. Today, nearly 100 aid trucks enter Gaza from Egypt each day, and we continue working to increase the flow of assistance manyfold. I’ve also advocated for humanitarian pauses in the conflict to permit civilians to depart areas of active fighting and to help ensure that aid reaches those in need. Israel took the additional step to create two humanitarian corridors and implement daily four-hour pauses in the fighting in northern Gaza to allow Palestinian civilians to flee to safer areas in the south.

This stands in stark opposition to Hamas’s terrorist strategy: hide among Palestinian civilians. Use children and innocents as human shields. Position terrorist tunnels beneath hospitals, schools, mosques and residential buildings. Maximize the death and suffering of innocent people — Israeli and Palestinian. If Hamas cared at all for Palestinian lives, it would release all the hostages, give up arms, and surrender the leaders and those responsible for Oct. 7.

As long as Hamas clings to its ideology of destruction, a cease-fire is not peace. To Hamas’s members, every cease-fire is time they exploit to rebuild their stockpile of rockets, reposition fighters and restart the killing by attacking innocents again. An outcome that leaves Hamas in control of Gaza would once more perpetuate its hate and deny Palestinian civilians the chance to build something better for themselves.

And here at home, in moments when fear and suspicion, anger and rage run hard, we have to work even harder to hold on to the values that make us who we are. We’re a nation of religious freedom and freedom of expression. We all have a right to debate and disagree and peacefully protest, but without fear of being targeted at schools or workplaces or elsewhere in our communities.

In recent years, too much hate has been given too much oxygen, fueling racism and an alarming rise in antisemitism in America. That has intensified in the wake of the Oct. 7 attacks. Jewish families worry about being targeted in school, while wearing symbols of their faith on the street or otherwise going about their daily lives. At the same time, too many Muslim Americans, Arab Americans and Palestinian Americans, and so many other communities, are outraged and hurting, fearing the resurgence of the Islamophobia and distrust we saw after 9/11.

We can’t stand by when hate rears its head. We must, without equivocation, denounce antisemitism, Islamophobia, and other forms of hate and bias. We must renounce violence and vitriol and see each other not as enemies but as fellow Americans.

In a moment of so much violence and suffering — in Ukraine, Israel, Gaza and so many other places — it can be difficult to imagine that something different is possible. But we must never forget the lesson learned time and again throughout our history: Out of great tragedy and upheaval, enormous progress can come. More hope. More freedom. Less rage. Less grievance. Less war. We must not lose our resolve to pursue those goals, because now is when clear vision, big ideas and political courage are needed most. That is the strategy that my administration will continue to lead — in the Middle East, Europe and around the globe. Every step we take toward that future is progress that makes the world safer and the United States of America more secure.

#Joe Biden #war #Russia #Ukraine #Israel #Gaza #Hamas #Putin #politics

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[ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal- Kyo/ Nanoya we all know He Failed

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song-Masaki/Julian

The Five Senses

Many students prepared for the field trip... it will be a long yet exciting stroll across the mountains. Nanoya also looked forward to it with the hopes of potentially finding a good waterfall to meditate there... the day before this trip however he noticed the lights in the kitchen still burning... and a very familiar face standing over the counter preparing things.

"Kyo, its late, you should get rested for the trip tomorrow..."

"Oh Nano? Perfect timing, I made these for you?"

Hearing these words made him already slightly shiver... each time Kyo offered him anything to eat it ended in a disaster.... and he had to be fit for the next day... but he also didn't want to let him down.

In all the outside looked pretty good, it was his favourite, some traditional Onigiri... carefull put into shape of a triangle... whats the worst that could happen.

"Do they all have the same filling or different ones?"

"So far I only made the same for now, cause I was unsure if they would work anyways, maybe I do more if it tastes well of other fillings."

He gulped slightly but then gave a confident smile to Kyo before taking a bite... and then he fell over... unconcious...

As he woke up it was 5 am, Kyo sat over his bed and looked at him.

"Thank the medicine worked.... I thought you would lay there forever."

"My stomach... still turns... but I am better... thank you..."

Kyo sighed and looked dissapointed.

"And I really did try... maybe I added too much jelly..."

As he contemplated Nanoya without thinking put his hands on his...

"Its fine... I just rest and be good for tomorrow in no time."

And then he drifted to sleep again... leaving Kyo red and determined to one day make a snack that impresses him.

"Come on, you know you wanna enjoy the party too?~"

"Bother some else, Demon... I am not in the mood."

During a joint festivity Julian started his usual flirting attempts but somewhat Masaki was in an even fouler mood than usual... brushing him off harshly and throwing insults his way... after rejecting him again Julian walked to the Dj and asked him to change the song.... as suddenly Masakis facade crumbled a bit.

"I do know your favourites... you can lend me one dance and I will leave you alone? Or are you too afraid you can loose to my skills?"

"Ha... I will beat a show off like you any day.... fine you will get your dance..."

Many eyes landed on them, just cause of the sheer professionalism both gave off, as to expected by a professional dancer and a member of an idol group. Julian however didn't pass any opportunity to touch him and leave some seduction in hand while Masaki stumbed on his toe on purpose.

"You are insufferable."

"Yet I heard you been asking for me the last time I was filming a music video."

"Tch..."

"Its fine, I settle for this face of anger at me... I love it."

The Dance ended and Masaki left but not before saying something.

"Keep that dancing up and I might consider joining you again... even if you tire me out."

This was enough to him, he smirked and blew a kiss his way before seeing him leave. Chuckling at the excitement he felt.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #nanoya naegi #nanoya x kyo #julian richter #julian x masaki

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Worst Date Scenario

Jay Park x OC

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WC: .7k

Worst date scenario.

Jay Park

Bee was excited, Jay finally reached out to her today.

Realizing he's busy, with the new label, Won Soju, festivals appearances, music, working on the new music.

Still, it's been a minute since she last heard from him, even a text would have been nice, she sighs.

Tomorrow, what did he say?

"A date you won't forget!"

What romantic adventures has he got planned ?

"I have nothing to wear!"

Shopping expedition is needed,

Bee thinks to herself.

Bee hits the mall, clothing stores,

browsing for hours till she finds what is the perfect outfit.

"Shoes! I need new shoes!" She mutters.

Zeroing in on the shoe stores she finds the perfect shoes to match her newly acquired outfit.

"Handbag, I don't have one that is coloured coordinates with the outfit and shoes"

Next stop, looking for a bag to match, her determination pays off and she finds exactly what she wants.

Accessories, 'can't ever go wrong with new bling'

Last stop, the hairdresser, trim and colour and eyebrow wax.

After eating her take out, she grabbed at the mall, she pondered her purchases and was very pleased, telling herself, she did great and she will look 'hot'.

From experience Bee has discovered when Jay states a time to be ready fifteen minutes early.

He is not one to sit idly, movement is the name of the game. Not lacking in conversation skills, he can keep the chat alive, animated hand gestures come part and parcel with his dialogue.

Knowing this Bee keeps herself abreast with the news and other happenings, one never knows what topics may arise.

A vehicle pulls up, just as she suspected fourteen minutes early, one last glance in the mirror, happy with her reflected image, she leaves her cozy flat, locking the door behind her and heads toward the car.

The man holding the door open for her, Kwon as she simply refers to him, closes the door as she seats herself in the car.

Jay greets her with a smile, and immediately starts chattering.

Cursory questions "how are you? What have you been up to?"

Followed by lengthy discussions about his happenings.

Suddenly he changes the subject

"I have a present for you"

"Wow thank you" she replies with a warm smile.

Jay passes her a gift bag, intrigued as to what he may have got her, she looks into the bag.

The first thing she notices is the pattern on the material.

It's exactly the same as the pants he is wearing.

"How sweet" she tells herself

With exuberant delight she yanks the item out of the bag.

It's a pair of pants.

The pants are a twin set to those he is wearing. 'So romantic, matching outfits'

Dizzy with happiness, she reaches over, arms wrapping around him, "I love them thank you".

She is rewarded with a grin.

Bee's mind is running around in circles, they have been driving for a while now, where are they going?

Jay is excited, hyper even, but when is not!

"Your gonna fucking love the surprise, you will not fucking forget it, I promise!" He states with certainty.

Music fills the vehicle, Bee is as happy as a bird with a worm.

Anticipation slowly mounting, what else does he have in store? Romantic picnic? A hike while they walk hand in hand?

She has no clue, but she is eager for the answer.

As if fate had heard , the vehicle stopped.

Kwon opens the door and Jay leaps out of the vehicle.

"Come on," Jay tells her impatiently.

Bee exits the vehicle, only to notice people surrounding Jay with greetings, she notices they are wearing the same pants as Jay and the ones he gifted her.

Confused she looks around,

'Where the hell are we?' she ponders.

'It looks like a farm'

Jay is busily chatting away, then he looks at Bee.

"Welcome to Won Soju Farm"

"Grab your pants!"

"Let's get to work!"

"Work?" She utters.

Smiling from ear to ear, Jay saunters off with the crowd that greeted his arrival.

Looking around she realizes he is not joking, this is indeed a farm.

He wants or expects me to work on his farm!

Dejectedly, she grabs the pants and follows Jay.

He is right; she muses this is one date she will never forget.

#jay park fic #Jay Park fanfics #aomg scenarios #Jay Park × OC #worst date scenario fic #jay park date fic #jay park fanfic #jay park scenarios #jay walker #h1ghrmusic jay park #aomg jay park #jay park #jaebeom park x oc #jaebeom fanfiction #jaebeom x reader #jaebeom imagine #jaebeom scenarios

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Israel's Battle for Peace: Ongoing Struggles

Exact Transcript of the Post Meeting Press Conference

PRIME MINISTER NETANYAHU: Mr. Secretary, my good friend Tony, thank you for your important visit here today. Thank you, thank President Biden, and thank you to the American people for your incredible support for Israel in our war against the barbarians of Hamas. I thank you in English; I want to thank you in Hebrew as well. (In Hebrew.) Mr. Secretary, your visit is another tangible example of America’s unequivocal support for Israel. Hamas has shown itself to be an enemy of civilization. The massacring of young people in an outdoor music festival; the butchering of entire families; the murder of parents in front of their children and the murder of children in front of their parents; the burning of people alive; the beheadings; the kidnappings – of a young boy – not only kidnapped, molested, hurt, attacked; and the sickening display of celebrating these horrors, the celebration and glorification of evil. President Biden was absolutely correct in calling this “sheer evil.” Hamas is ISIS, and just as ISIS was crushed, so too will Hamas be crushed. And Hamas should be treated exactly the way ISIS was treated. They should be spit out from the community of nations. No leader should meet them. No country should harbor them. And those that do should be sanctioned. Tony, my friend, I say to you, I say to all of us: There will be many difficult days ahead, but I have no doubt that the forces of civilization will win. And the reason that’s true is because we understand what is the first prerequisite of victory. It’s what you just said in our meeting: moral clarity. This is a time – a particular time, a special time – that we must stand tall, proud, and united against evil. Tony, you are taking that stand. America is taking that stand. Thank you for being here today. Thank you, America, for standing with Israel today, tomorrow, and always. SECRETARY BLINKEN: Mr. Prime Minister, I’m grateful to be back in Israel in this incredibly difficult moment for this nation – but, in fact, for the entire world. If you’ll permit me a personal aside, I come before you not only as the United States Secretary of State, but also as a Jew. My grandfather, Maurice Blinken, fled pogroms in Russia. My stepfather, Samuel Pisar, survived concentration camps – Auschwitz, Dachau, Majdanek. So, Prime Minister, I understand on a personal level the harrowing echoes that Hamas’s massacres carry for Israeli Jews – indeed, for Jews everywhere. I also come before you as a husband and father of young children. It’s impossible for me to look at the photos of families killed – such as the mother, father, and three small children murdered as they sheltered in their home in Kibbutz Nir Oz – and not think of my own children. This was just one of Hamas’s countless acts of terror – in a litany of brutality and inhumanity that, yes, brings to mind the worst of ISIS. Babies slaughtered. Bodies desecrated. Young people burned alive. Women raped. Parents executed in front of their children, children in front of their parents. How are we even to understand this, to digest this? And yet, at the same time – at the same time that we’ve been shocked by the depravity of Hamas, we’ve also been inspired by the bravery of Israel’s citizens: the grandfather, who drove over an hour to a kibbutz under siege, armed only with a pistol, and rescued his kids and grandkids; the mother who died shielding her teenage son with her body, giving her life to save his, giving him life for a second time; the volunteer security teams on the kibbutzes, who swiftly rallied to defend their friends and neighbors, despite being heavily outnumbered. And we are lifted by the remarkable solidarity of the Israeli people, demonstrated in the long lines of people giving blood, in the hundreds of thousands of reservists who’ve mobilized, some rushing home from abroad, people around the country opening their homes to fellow citizens displaced from the south. The people of Israel have long – and rightly – prided themselves on their self-reliance, on their ability to defend themselves, even when the odds are stacked against them. The message that I bring to Israel is this: You may be strong enough on your own to defend yourself – but as long as America exists, you will never, ever have to. We will always be there, by your side. That’s the message that President Biden delivered to the prime minister from the moment this crisis began. It’s the message that I and my other colleagues in the government have delivered to our Israeli counterparts on a daily – even an hourly – basis. It’s the message that I bring with me to our discussions today, and it’s what I’ll affirm when I meet with the members of Israel’s newly formed national emergency government. We welcome the government’s creation and the unity and resolve that it reflects across Israel’s society. We’re delivering on our word – supplying ammunition, interceptors to replenish Israel’s Iron Dome, alongside other defense materiel. The first shipments of U.S. military support have already arrived in Israel, and more is on the way. As Israel’s defense needs evolve, we will work with Congress to make sure that they’re met. And I can tell you there is overwhelming – overwhelming – bipartisan support in our Congress for Israel’s security. Here in Israel, and everywhere, we will reaffirm the crystal-clear warning that President Biden issued yesterday to any adversary – state or non-state – thinking of taking advantage of the current crisis to attack Israel: Don’t. The United States has Israel’s back. We’ve deployed the world’s largest aircraft carrier to the Eastern Mediterranean. We’ve bolstered the presence of U.S. fighter aircraft in the region. We’re providing other support as well. We continue working closely with Israel to secure the release of the men, women, children, elderly people taken hostage by Hamas. We’re pursuing intensive diplomacy throughout the region to prevent the conflict from spreading – and I’ll be doing that over the course of my trip in the coming days. Too often in the past, leaders have equivocated in the face of terrorist attacks against Israel and its people. That’s why we’ve been adamant with all countries in the wake of these attacks: There is no excuse, there is no justification for these atrocities. You heard the prime minister say it. This is – this must be – a moment for moral clarity. The failure to unambiguously condemn terrorism puts at risk not only people in Israel, but people everywhere. Look at what just happened. Individuals from 36 countries killed or missing in the aftermath of Hamas’s attacks. Europe, Asia, Africa, the Americas – no region has escaped Hamas’s bloody reach. Anyone who wants peace and justice must condemn Hamas’s reign of terror. We know Hamas doesn’t represent the Palestinian people or their legitimate aspirations to live with equal measures of security, freedom, justice, opportunity, and dignity. We know Hamas – instead of promoting the well-being of its citizens – rules repressively and dedicates the resources it has to terror tunnels and rockets. We know Hamas didn’t commit its heinous acts with the interests of the Palestinian people in mind. We know Hamas does not stand for the future that Palestinians want for themselves and for their children. Hamas has only one agenda: to destroy Israel and to murder Jews. No country can or would tolerate the slaughter of its citizens – or simply return to the conditions that allowed it to take place. Israel has the right – indeed, the obligation – to defend itself and to ensure that this never happens again. As the prime minister and I discussed, how Israel does this matters. We democracies distinguish ourselves from terrorists by striving for a different standard – even when it’s difficult – and holding ourselves to account when we fall short. Our humanity – the value that we place on human life and human dignity – that’s what makes us who we are. And we count them among our greatest strengths. That’s why it’s so important to take every possible precaution to avoid harming civilians. And that’s why we mourn the loss of every innocent life, civilians of every faith, every nationality, who have been killed. Tragically, the number of innocent lives claimed by Hamas’s heinous attacks continues to rise. Among those, we now know that at least 25 American citizens were killed. We join families in Israel, in the United States, around the world in mourning their immeasurable loss. Nearly 15 years ago, my stepfather, who I alluded to earlier, Samuel Pisar, came here to Yad Vashem to perform the mourner’s prayer that he wrote to accompany Leonard Bernstein’s Third Symphony, “Kaddish.” Reflecting on the unspeakable horrors that he’d endured as a boy in the Nazi concentration camps, he wrote: “That man / though created in your image / and endowed with the freedom to choose / between good and evil / Remains capable of the worst, as of the best / Of hatred, as of love / Of madness, as of genius.” In this moment where evil, hatred, and madness have once more taken so many innocent lives, we must stand together resolved to confront what is worst among humanity with what is best. We must provide an alternative to the vision of violence and fear, nihilism and terror presented by Hamas. That is what the United States will do, standing with Israel, working together with its people – and all those in this region who remain committed to the vision of a more peaceful, a more integrated, a more secure, a more prosperous Middle East. Thank you very much. Sources: THX News & US Department of State. Read the full article

#Americancitizens #Conflict #Israel #Israelwar #MiddleEast #Ongoingstruggle #Peaceefforts #PrimeMinister #Security #Terrorism #UnitedStates

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occasionalsurveys · 1 year

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What’s your favourite place to get pizza?

Lately its been at this sports bar we like going to

Did you ever get detention in school? What for?

No, I was too much of a goody-goody lol

Do you believe in horoscopes?

No but they're still fun to read

When you were growing up, did you share a bedroom with anyone?

I shared a bedroom with my younger brother until maybe 10?

Have you ever worn a wig?

I know I have for Halloween but I forgot what I was, it was when I was a kid

Do you have any trips coming up?

Yes! We're going to St. Petersburg tomorrow for a WWE NXT event. Then in Dec, we're spending NYE weekend in Tampa (going to WWE SmackDown on Fri 12/30, doing a NYE Cruise on Sat 12/31 to ring in 2023 then TB Bucs vs Carolina Panthers game on Sun 1/1!

This is the first time we're taking vacation together in a long time (all other PTO/vacation days were spent with family or visiting friends) so this time alone is very much needed.

If you could take lessons/classes for anything, what would you do?

Japanese classes. I took some before and they were super helpful!

When was the last time you had an eye exam?

July

Have you ever eaten Indonesian food?

I dont think so

Do you have any spaces to park a car at your home?

I just park in the driveway

What accents do you really struggle to understand?

I'm usually pretty good with understanding them

Do you have a Bachelor’s degree?

No, just an Associates

What’s the first thing you see when you look to your left?

My water bottle

Do you have a big sweet tooth?

No, more salt-tooth

Have you ever been mistaken for a celebrity?

Do you plan to do much or go anywhere for the upcoming weekend?

I have tomorrow off and my Husband and I got tickets for WWE NXT in St. Petersburg so we're going up there tomorrow afternoon. On Saturday (since we'll already be up that way), we'll be going to the Sarasota Renaissance Festival

Right now, are you hot, cold or just right?

A little cold

What’s your regional term for swimwear? I’m Aussie so I call them swimmers :)

Swimsuit

Have you had caffeine today?

Yes, I had a cup of coffee this morning

Do you own any textbooks? Are you currently studying from them?

Yes I do - Japanese and Korean study books (I dont study Korean anymore but I'm still going through my Japanese one - Genki). I also own a couple of Series 7 and Series 66 books that I was studying from before I took those exams (worst exams I've ever taken but somehow I passed both!)

What were the last earrings you wore? Where did you get them?

They were leaf looking ones made out of leather. I borrowed them from my Sister-In-Law when we went to the Renaissance Festival in my homestate when we visited a few months ago. Whenever we go, we always dress up in Medieval attire! Its a lot of fun!

Are you waiting for anything right now?

Yes, to be done with work so i can start my 3 day weekend!! Only 5.5 hours to go....

Do you know how to drive a stick-shift/manual transmission car?

No >< my Dad tried so hard to teach me but I just could not get the hang of it. I wish I continued learning though

What sort of music have you been listening to lately?

None really. I've been listening to SeinCast on my way to work in the mornings (awesome Seinfeld poscast!) Then on my drive home, I listen to the Dave and Mahoney show (they play Rock music occasionally)

Where is your crush/lover right now? Make a guess if you don’t know.

Hes probably in bed, hes feeling sick :(

When was the last time you had blood taken?

Its been a very long time

Have you ever watched the original Japanese version of Iron Chef?

Do you hate it when taxis and ride share drivers ask you a lot of questions?

I dont take taxis or rideshares.

What scent is your body wash or soap?

I'm not sure, its my shampoo that doesnt have a distinctive smell. I mean it smells good but nothing I can really pinpoint

When did you move into the house you currently live in?

We moved into my in-laws house Oct 2020 and it was supposed to be a short-lived thing until we could buy our own house - and FINALLY they started building it so we'll be moving into it Feb/March 2023. We were not supposed to be living with them this long and it has been super difficult for us BUT we're very thankful because its allowed us to save up for a pretty good down-payment.

#survey #surveys

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No worries bestie it's a member guarantee group order so I'll most likely get Hwa, if not I'm gonna fight all the Shitstars, doesn't matter if they're my friends 🤗

I do remember Top dogg yessss. I would love to see the members from Gugudan and Pristin, CLC too... but doubt

Wow way to expose me, huh...🙉 I saw one photo of Superkind and wasn't sure which one was the AI one, because the picture was so photoshopped akhdjabdhjs. Well but he has pink hair <3 also...a tail(?) that's a choice, hmm and his shirt says PINK DEVIL lol. This is a gimmick and I feel like it might get old pretty quick, but so far the guys seem interesting. The sad part is they're not appearing on music shows because of the AI so that's definitely a downside, they need to figure it out next comeback. Also hmmm

I recently bought this set at Sephora a few days ago, gonna test it out. Sadly I'm very inconsistent with my skincare routine, one day I do 10 different steps another day I fall asleep with my make up on because I'm too tired after a party ☠ I also like Then I Met You - yea it's a brand name, if you're expecting a glow up there's a company called Glow Recipe 👀 there's an older brand called Tony Moly I remember buying a lot of their stuff because at some point you couldn't easily find a huge variety of vegan skincare in SK. My friend who sends me kpop stuff got me their watermelon sugar scrub AND I WANNA EAT IT

Ohhhh miss ma'am is killing it with her outfits, seriously I LOOOOOVE SUITS SO I'M DYING. Koo Ryeon is a true fashion icon though, whoever the stylists on Tomorrow were they killed it with her outfits. Also thanks for putting Soo Hyuk in turtlenecks, coats and vests 😉

So the heatwave got you as well, it wasn't raining here yesterday and today it's already scorching. Also wtf I woke up, looked at my phone without my glasses on thought it was 9:43 so I decided not to sleep anymore, only to see 9am later so it was 8:43 instead 🤯 this happened to me a few times before lmao

Also Ateez is playing a FREE (apparently) gig in Saudi Arabia?! I wonder how long the festival gonna be, but I'm fuming with jealousy nevertheless

BABY

EVIL

Anyways NO MORE ROCKY CONTENT PLEASW FUCK OFF JESYSSSSSHSHHS.

Stop talking about king Hwa especially if he's a cry baby, because I won't be able to control myself 🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻 what do you want me to hack your computer?!

Bestie you're looking AT SHAMPOOS??? I wanna steal that denim outfit, well all his outfits, but what's new. The worst thing is I think we have similar sizes 😭

BBHWA... btw I always read it as baby boy first I'm sorry I'm not normal. Yeah the handsies... 🤲🏻 let me paint your nails sir

I had a dream about Taeyong hahahaha it was winter in my dream, almost had a heart attack and thought it was winter for real.

A quiz for you. This is my result okdhdjdhdsjhddh I can't - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

No worries bestie it's a member guarantee group order so I'll most likely get Hwa, if not I'm gonna fight all the Shitstars, doesn't matter if they're my friends 🤗

SHITSTARS 😭😭😭😭 i support fIGHT for that pc its ur birth right too 🔫

I do remember Top dogg yessss. I would love to see the members from Gugudan and Pristin, CLC too... but doubt

YEAHH I HOPE THEY BRING MORE GG’S BACK IF THE SHOW EVEN CONTINUES

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 he’s sO PRETTY kinda looks like a mix of sehun and jeno i wonder if the irl guy actually looks like that 😭😭😭 YES THE PINK DEVIL FJWHFKE AND THE PINK HAIR 😩😩 no fr they need to show us the guy next cb id beg on my knees for it,,,,, oh that looks so similar buT TAEYONG LOOKS MORE AI THAN THE AI ITSELF FBWMF

10 DIFF STEPS??? 😭😭😭🤚🏼 THEN I MET U SOUNDS LIKE A FIC TITLE BFNWBDKS ID BUY IT JUST FOR THAT REASON 😭😭😭 tony moly pls 😭😭😭 DID U EAT IT HAVE U TRIED TOO HOW DOES IT TASTE LIKE FOR SCIENCE FJWKFHEK

So the heatwave got you as well, it wasn't raining here yesterday and today it's already scorching.

FRRRR THE SUITS FIT HER SO GOOD AND SUITS ON WOMEN 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🤌🏼speaking OG soohyuk,,, this is literally him

Also wtf I woke up, looked at my phone without my glasses on thought it was 9:43 so I decided not to sleep anymore, only to see 9am later so it was 8:43 instead 🤯 this happened to me a few times before lmao

LMFAOOOO BESTIE 😭😭😭😭?????? IS EVERYTHING OKAY AT HOME LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭

Also Ateez is playing a FREE (apparently) gig in Saudi Arabia?! I wonder how long the festival gonna be, but I'm fuming with jealousy nevertheless

YEAH AND a lot of ppl aren’t happy abt music concerts being held in jeddah bc of the religion so idk how that will end up but arabteez era stARTING 🤌🏼🤌🏼 if one if them doesn’t say habibi im unstanning on spot 🔫

BABY EVIL Anyways NO MORE ROCKY CONTENT PLEASW FUCK OFF JESYSSSSSHSHHS.

NO FUCK OFF TBWKEJWKDJWK IM NO RJQJFJWDKW stop it bc bodyguard just boxed aND THIS IS NOT HELPING PLS SHELWHDKW HAJIMASAEYO?????

Stop talking about king Hwa especially if he's a cry baby, because I won't be able to control myself 🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻 what do you want me to hack your computer?!

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 CRY BABY FOR MISS GIRLIE WHO LOOKS THE OTHER WAY 😭😭😭 HRKWHDKW HACK IT SO U CAN SCROLL THRU IT DRAFTS AND TELL ME WHICH ONE I SHOULD WRITE NEXT DBDB

Bestie you're looking AT SHAMPOOS??? I wanna steal that denim outfit, well all his outfits, but what's new. The worst thing is I think we have similar sizes 😭

THERE WAS LIKE 6 THICK BOTTLES OF SHAMPOO HOW CAN U NOT LOOK WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY CLEANING WITH THAT MUCH THEY BARELY HAVE HAIR WHATS GOING ONBRKWHDK atz the type to use 13in1 shampoo’s <3 RGQNDHWKDH BESTIE STEAL RIGHT AWAY I SUPPORT

BBHWA... btw I always read it as baby boy first I'm sorry I'm not normal. Yeah the handsies... 🤲🏻 let me paint your nails sir I had a dream about Taeyong hahahaha it was winter in my dream, almost had a heart attack and thought it was winter for real.

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 HOW DID THE DREAM GO PLS ENLIGHTEN US 🤲🏼🤲🏼🥰

A quiz for you. This is my result okdhdjdhdsjhddh I can't - DV 💖

bestie..SEONGHWA???? 😮‍💨😮‍💨🤚🏼SOULMATES??

for you

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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calpalirwin · 3 years

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Permanent Vacation

Summary: Calum falls for a musician.

A/N: I just really wanted an excuse to use Arrows in Action newest releases in a fic. (They’re bangers. You should go give ‘em a listen.)

Word Count: 2.8k

And away, and away we go!

The sun was hot as it beat down on my neck, the line for the beerstand long, and the noises of people chatting excitedly were loud in my ears. But I didn’t care in the slightest. After the isolating shitshow that was quarantine, I was more than happy to be out at a festival with, wait for it, live fuckin’ music. The only way I could be happier was if my band was in the lineup, but this was still a pretty close second. To be surrounded by musicians and people who loved music was a breath of fresh air after so long. A breath of very hot fresh air. But still.

Behind me I heard the girlish giggling and whispers of my name, which drew the attention of the group in front of me: three guys, and a girl around my own age, two of the guys a good shoulder and head taller than the other man and girl. The shortest of the guys whispered, “Could you imagine if we got noticed like that?”

The tall brunette’s eyes went wide as he pulled a face and shook his head. “No, thanks. I think I’d cry.”

The other tall one with purple hair laughed loudly, “Aw, c’mon, that would be rad! His band’s not even in the lineup and he still gets recognized. Could you imagine?”

“He has a name, and can hear you, J,” the girl hissed with a playful eye roll. Then, she flashed me a smile before calling out in a loud voice, “Hey, man! Good to see ya! How ya been?” to me, before taking a step forward and stretching up to wrap her arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. “Just go with it,” she added under her breath. “Nobody’ll bug you for pictures and autographs if you’re with a bigger group.”

“Thanks,” I laughed at her rescue attempt. “But it’s fine if they do. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but they can at least let you buy a fuckin’ beer first.”

“Well, thanks again,” I said, not sure of what else to say, or do so I let her pull me up with her friends who were all staring at her with I’m sure the same look of soft shock I had on my own face.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She let go of me as she started introducing her friends to me. “And this is Jesse.”

“Hello,” the tall one with purple hair smiled warmly.

“That’s Matt,” she nudged the other tall one.

“Hey.”

“And this is Vic,” she finished, looking at the shortest man who waved.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Calum,” I said, then realized how stupid that was. “But, you already knew that, huh?”

Y/N grinned, holding her thumb and index finger close together. “Just a smidge. But it’s cool. So, any bands you’re particularly excited to see?”

“The Maine and All Time Low mostly. I’m a huge fan of The Maine, and All Time Low are friends of mine.”

“Both are great bands. And the All Time Low guys are good friends to have, for sure.”

“Oh, you know them?”

“Yeah, we worked with them a few times.”

“Worked with? Fellow musicians, huh?”

She laughed. “We’re up and comers, yeah.”

“Your cool aunt’s favorite band,” Jesse grinned at me.

Y/N laughed more at the confused look that crossed my face. “That’s one of his favorite ways to refer to us. Like we’re the band you find out from word of mouth from the cool relative that’s always discovering new music.”

“Ah,” I said, nodding in understanding. “Been there. Are you guys in the lineup?”

“Yup!” she chirped happily as we got to the front of the line. “5 beers, please,” she told the person working the counter.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” I tried to decline, reaching quickly for my wallet.

“Relax, it’s just a beer,” she told me, passing me one of the cups being placed on the counter.

“Well, thanks,” I said, raising the cup and taking a sip. “I’ll getcha guys next time.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she grinned around the rim of her own cup. “Enjoy your beer, Cal. See ya around.”

~~~

I took the last swallow from my beer, cursing myself for not having stopped her to get the name of her band, or at the very least her last name. But before I had a chance to get the words out, I’d been bombarded with requests from fans for pictures, engaging in small conversations with them, and by the time I was done, Y/N was long gone.

So I resigned myself to walking around the festival grounds, my head reeling. It wasn’t often a woman pretended to be my friend to rescue me from the onslaught of fans. In fact, I couldn’t recall one time that's ever happened. I also wasn’t used to being bought drinks, even if I was still fully intending to return the favor. Although that would require me to find her first. But something told me that wouldn’t be too difficult.

I was grateful I’d come on my own, and not with Ashton who would have no doubt teased me about how hooked I was on the girl. The cynic with a crush? Whatever were the odds? And was it even technically a crush when I’d only interacted with her for maybe five minutes? Okay, maybe Ashton being around wouldn’t be the worst thing if he could help me make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head. The way that man could bounce from crush to crush almost seamlessly was enough to give me a case of whiplash.

I sighed as I tossed my cup in the trash. Whether or not it was a crush was still to be determined. All I knew was that I liked her energy, and wanted to see her again. And… that was a crush, wasn’t it? God. Fuckin’. Damn it.

A guitar chord rang out loudly, and there was a mad dash of people running towards the stage. Slowly I pushed my way through the crowd of people towards the front, grinning when I noticed it was her on stage, and grinning even more when I noticed the instrument in her hand. A bassist? Fuck, I was definitely in trouble now.

The shortest of the men, Vic, I recalled, started singing, with the other three providing backup harmony on the chorus. Until they got to the bridge that was all Y/N, her voice ringing out “Tomorrow’s a nightmare, I’m dreaming today. And my head is haunted, the past just can’t stay. The devil you know, yeah he comes and he goes. I’m selfish, and vapid, I hide in my prose!” before they launched into the final chorus.

“What up, Anaheim?!” Vic yelled into his mic to a scream of cheers and applause. “We’re Arrows in Action, and that was our newest single, Only Be Mine. I’m Vic. We got Matt over here on guitar. Jesse’s on the drums. And Y/N’s over there on bass. We got a few more songs for you all. And if you’re an awesome crowd, we might have a special treat for ya at the end of our set. Sound good?”

We answered him in whoops of cheers and loud applause, causing them all to grin as they launched into their next song.

They played seamlessly through about three more songs, enjoying the feeling of playing live in front of people again, before Y/N whooped into her own mic. “Whoo! It’s hot! Anyone else hot? Y’all staying hydrated out there?” she asked us, before flickering her gaze across the stage at Matt who was wiping his forehead. “You good, Matt?”

“Dude, it’s like a million degrees up here,” he commented, before taking a huge swig from a water bottle.

Y/N laughed. “Right. Y’all gotta understand. Matt’s from the cold states. Then there’s Vic and I who are California natives, technically, right Vic?”

“Yeah, I was born here. But I didn’t live here as long as you did.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So Vic and I are used to the heat. Matt, not so much. And Jesse? How you doing back there, J?”

“Me?” the drummer pointed at himself in confusion “Oh, I’m great!”

“Great enough to give this crowd a real surprise?” she asked, her voice laced with playful trouble, as she looked at all her bandmates. “C’mon, boys what do ya say? Wanna give this crowd something special before we go?”

Again, we all cheered and applauded as encouragement for whatever surprise they had in mind. “Alright!” Vic laughed. “Alright, you wanna go ahead and introduce it then?”

She smiled wide as she turned towards us. “Alright, everybody! We’re Arrows in Action. We’ve had a great time with y’all! So, as a thank you, we’re gonna play a new song that we haven’t released yet. Is that cool with you?” She laughed as she awaited the response of screaming, whistles, and applause. “Alright. This is called Permanent Vacation, which will be available on all listening platforms this Friday. Let’s go!”

Matt started playing a series of chords that sounded incredibly familiar, while the other three clapped to the beat. But right before the lyrics were supposed to come in, Vic started talking into his mic. “Wait, wait, wait!” he laughed. “I don’t know the lyrics to this!”

“So it’s just like every other song,” Y/N teased him with her own laugh.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz that one’s not ours.”

“Be rad if it was though,” she said, and I swear she shot me a wink. “Alright, alright. So, that one’s not ours. But this one definitely is. And it’s definitely called Permanent Vacation. And it’s out Friday.”

A new guitar and drum beat started up and Vic immediately started singing, again with the rest of the band providing back up vocals until the bridge where it was all Y/N. A soft build before a wild yell that would have torn my own vocal chords to shreds.

“I’m locked and loaded, fire away! Permanent vacation from my brain. Extend my stay another day. Far from home, not alone,” they all finished with a flurry of chords. “Thank you!” Vic croaked into the mic. “Thank you guys so much! We’re Arrows in Action, enjoy the rest of your night!”

With tired but happy smiles, they all bowed before exiting the stage. I moved to follow, but thought better of it, going to hit the drink stand first where I bought 5 beers and 4 waters. A small challenge, made slightly easier by the person working the stand putting the water bottles in a grocery bag for me. With that hanging off my arm, I held 2 beers in each hand, and my own in my teeth.

“Cal!” she laughed, her face flushed when I found them lounging in the grass. “You didn’t have to do that,” she told me as she rose to her feet to help me distribute the beers.

“I said I’d get the next round,” I offered up simply, setting down the bag and taking a seat with them all. “I brought you guys water, too.”

“You really didn’t have to do that,” she laughed, tossing the bottles out anyway, and sitting back down, this time next to me.

“Shut up, Y/N, let the man do what he wants,” Jesse said, downing a water bottle in 2 gulps before turning his attention to his beer. “You’re rad. Thank you.”

“For real, man. This was really cool of you,” Vic said.

“Yeah, huge thanks,” Matt nodded.

“What they said, I guess,” Y/N laughed again, following Jesse’s lead of downing her water bottle before going for her beer. “Fuck,” she sighed. “That’s good. Thank you, really.”

“Happy to do it,” I answered. “That set was amazing, by the way. And that joke at the end was pretty clever. How long were you planning that?”

She giggled. “Uh, well Jesse and I are much more the 5sos fans than Matt and Vic are. But we’re all familiar with your music. And when we were writing the song, and settled on the title, I suggested that it would be funny to start playing your version if we ever got the chance to play it live. Which meant bugging Matt to learn the guitar parts.”

“So you’re the troublemaker of the band?” I guessed.

She shrugged, and hid behind the rim of her cup. “I mean… Depends on the day.”

We continued to lay in the grass, making small talk as we all finished our beers, before Jesse cleared his throat. “Uh… Matt, Vic. You guys wanna come with me to get a good spot for the rest of the acts?” he asked, the suggestion in his tone heavy.

Matt and Vic shared a look, before nodding. “Yeah, yeah of course,” they said, all three of them getting up.

“You assholes are just gonna leave me?” Y/N asked, looking up at them.

“Just come find us when you’re ready,” they winked. “Thanks again for the beers, Cal.”

“Assholes,” she muttered again as they all made themselves scarce. “Sorry about them.”

I laughed, waving it off. “Nah, it’s cool. And kinda nice, maybe?”

“Oh?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Uh…” her face flushed. “I mean…” she started to stammer. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I gave a half chuckle, scratching at the back of my neck. “Look, it’s fine if you’re not… I mean, I figure you probably are if they did that for you, cuz they have no reason to do it for my sake. I mean, they’re your friends and bandmates, not mine. But I know a wing man set up when I see it. But if it’s more of a meddling wing man set up, like that’s fine,” I spilled out, before realizing I was rambling.

“No!” she rushed. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” She covered her face in her hands, groaning “Oh, this is so embarrassing…” Her hands moved to push through her hair as she took a long breath to steady herself. “Of course I like you, Cal. Like before I even met you. One of those embarrassing fangirl crush type of deals. And I mean, I’m a bassist in a punk band, so you’re also someone I idolize and take inspiration from.” Slowly her gaze lifted from her lap to lock onto mine. “And then I met you today. And you’re everything I thought you’d be. Thoughtful. Generous. A bit shy, and quiet at times. Nice. And it makes the crush that much stronger, and harder to deal with. Cuz now it’s real. And I feel like I know you. And it’s just… Ugh, it spirals from there, ya know?”

“A good spiral, or a bad spiral?”

“Bit of both? Like the insecurities in me say that you’re an A-list celebrity, while I’m more of like… not an A-lister. My band’s not on the same level yours is. I mean, we play bars and small day festivals. You sell out stadiums and have world tours. There’s a clear discrepancy. But then, another part of me doesn’t give a shit about that. It sees how we’re like-minded. It sees all the ways we click, and all the ways we could work. And that’s where the cocky part comes in, where it sees the like-mindedness and the reasons we could work, and calls you an idiot if you can’t see it too. That, uh, screwed up defense mechanism of it being your loss, ya know?”

“Mhm.”

She sighed. “Sorry. I said a lot. Point is, I do like you. And, that’s that.”

“So the ball’s in my court?”

“Only if you want it to be. And if you don’t, then no. There’s no ball. No court. Just two people who have a few things in common.”

“You wanna hear what I think?”

“Go for it.”

“I think your friends left us for 2 reasons. 1 being that they’re loyal to you, and know how you feel about me. 2 being that they’re also guys. Which gives them a pretty good insight for how I’m feeling too.”

“Uh-huh…” she nodded slowly. “And how you’re feeling is…?”

I could have said the words. But I settled for leaning in, brushing my lips softly against hers for the sweetest of moments, listening to the way her next breath got stuck in her throat. I pulled away, smiling softly at her and shrugging my shoulders.

She traced her lips with her thumb, bewilderment written on her face. “Okay, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“Relax,” I chuckled, stealing her words from earlier. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Well, thanks. I’ll, uh, getcha next time.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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a father and daughter

I don't normally hop on the whole dad!tom thing, but this idea kinda popped up and wouldn't leave me alone. Hope everyone is having a lovely festive period and wish you all well in the new year x x x

Summary: Tom really struggles to get into the parenting thing, and finds it tricky balancing work and his relationship with baby daughter

Tom loved being a Dad. It had only been a couple of months, meaning your baby girl was still very much a baby - yet still he had no doubt, this was the best job one could ever ever do. To be honest he was quite regretting agree to the few work commitments he had started to ease back into too. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to go these months without work, which not many had the luxury of saying - but in this industry work agreements were lined up years before and he was never one to disappoint.

Of course, as soon as you both had found out you were expecting, he’d withdrawn from the big filming project across the world but that didn’t mean he avoided the odd week of press, or a couple days flying abroad for fittings and meetings. By absolutely no means would you ever class him as a slightly ‘absent’ dad, you completely understood and when he was home did way more than his fair share with Amelie.

But Tom felt guilty and he felt like he was inferior to you in parenting ability. And you knew that was for one reason and one reason only. He did not have boobs.

You were well aware that as much as you loved Amelie needing you so much and so often - sometimes being the only person able to soother her - was because all she wanted was to drain you of milk. She was clearly going to be a Daddy’s girl, and who could blame her when her Dad was Tom. But for right now, a mere 5 months old - she loved you because she loved your tit.

The first time you had noticed Tom’s growing frustration was right after his first evening work commitment since her arrivel, he’d been on a UK chat show earlier in the evening and as encouraged by you, had taken the opportunity to have a few drinks after with his brothers and friends. By no means did he return late, barely midnight, but he did return just a little tipsy. You were still up choosing to have a little movie night to yourself, whilst Amelie slept in the Moses basket next to the couch. Just before Tom got back though, she had woken up and for no reason was the smiliest little girl. So when Tom let himself into the front door, he was greeted with the sound of Amelie’s little bubbles of laughter, while you spoke in baby language - pulling ridiculous faces and laughing with her.

“Someones smiley” Tom laughed as he plopped down on the sofa next to you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and wrapping his arm round your shoulder as he smiled at Amelie.

“Aren’t you Meelie? How was the show love?” You asked, as you held Amelie in a sitting position on your thighs so she was staring at you both.

“Hmm it was nice, couldn’t make myself stay for too long though… just missed my girls.” His voice was a little rough, something that happens after talk show and then almost shouting over the obnoxiously loud music in the pub after. Amelie, laughed again at his words, almost taunting her Dad’s attachment to her, making both of you burst out laughing. She already had you both wrapped round her very little finger.

Shaking your head, you passed her over to Tom muttering needing a wee and made a quick escape. Ever since you had her, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her unattended - meaning you had almost made your kidneys explode holding in a wee waiting for Tom to get back. Yet as soon as you made it out the door, the bubbling innocent laughter turned into screams - but at that point you’d already made it out the doorframe - marking that as Tom’s issue to handle. Unfortunately the wails continued, very very loud and proud, and when you returned Tom was pacing slowly around the lounge with a grimace on his face as Amelie screamed into his shoulder.

“I’ll stay up with her if you want.” You offered, knowing Tom without sleep and having to listen to her racket all night would have an impressively worse hangover tomorrow.

“No I got it, think she needs a change.” Tom countered, even though you were pretty sure she wanted a feed, since it had been a good couple of hours from the last. He noticed your hesitance and shooed you out the room “I got it love, you’ve had her all evening.”

“You know where I’ll be” You smiled lightly, leaving them downstairs as you got ready for bed.

It was after about 10 minutes of thrashing about guiltily in your otherwise empty bed, you gave in to the still continuous screaming. Amelie clearly was just hungry, even if Tom refused to admit it and bring her to you. So with a deep sigh you gave in, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and trudged downstairs. Tom was still stood up, taking gentle bouncing steps as Amelie apparently tried to deafen him. Once he saw you, with a defeated look, Tom offered her to you. Instantly, as if you just had the ability to turn the crying switch on her off- Amelie stopped crying and blinked away the tears in her eyes, whilst waiting patiently for you to offer her your nipple. While you were busy trying to get her to latch on, you just caught Tom muttering something as he trudged up to bed without so much as a good night.

Then a couple months later a similar thing occurred. Tom had been away in New York for 5 days, a little press stint that he had under no circumstances been able to get off. At first all had been well but two days since he returned, Tom insisted you finally had an evening out with the girls - to be honest, after spending the best part of a week alone with Meelie you graciously took it. Oh, and also of importance for context, Amelie spoke her first word while he was away… Mama.

You’d left that morning, your best friend taking you on a spa day before - so by the time Tom called you at 11 in the evening, he’d spent a good portion of the day with Amelie vehemently denying to do anything at all apart from yell- yelling “NO MAMA.” So fair to say he was pissed. You answered the phone with a soft smile, honestly finding spending this much time apart from Amelie really hard and guilt-inducing.

“Hey Tom everything okay?”

“Um when do you think you’ll be back?” He spoke straight and to the point, clearly not in the mood for small talk.

“I don’t think too long, is everything alright?” His tone made you so much more concerned, now worrying that something had happened.

“No no everything’s fine. Just… just been a long day.”

“Okay well I’ll be back soon I promise. I love you.”

“Yeh yeh um you too” He didn’t mean to be short. Nor to make you worried. He didn’t hate you - far the opposite, he hated how much Amelie loved you.

If he was being honest, he just felt like a bit of a failure of a father. As a child himself, Tom had always been incredibly close to his mum and thought the typical rule was mummy’s boys and daddy’s girls stood. So why then, did his child appear to absolutely detest him with every look. Especially because, given the nature of his job, once Tom went back to actually shooting films again he’d be around much less - and that the relationship between him and Amelie would at least be geographically strained. Unrequited love is always the worst and ultimately most painful, especially when it involves your own child.

This underlying and unspoken tension fizzled away for a decent amount of months and Tom went on his first job. At this point you were no longer breastfeeding, but still you knew that purely instinctively if Amelie was ever scared, upset or unhappy she would seek you first. It was bloody obvious to you that she did love Tom, she chuckled away like no tommorrow when he played with her and spun her round the room. And yet, you could still tell Tom wasn’t completely convinced and still seemed , just a bit aware and hesitant.

In there ever needed to be any proof though, it must’ve been how stroppy Amelie got once Tom left. In short, for you, it was hell. You ended up constantly wearing Tom’s t-shirts, not for you but because the mild but lingering scent of him seemed to soothe Amelie when she was fussing. She would never giggle like she did when her silly Daddy was here to be her personal comedian. She had, however, finally learnt how to say Dada - which now she was shouting impressively at every point apart from when you tried to film it. She was a little devil, its like she knew exactly what to do to make you life as hard as possible - keeping you dealing with an unhappy Tom. You tried to tell him, when you were on FaceTime each evening - but no matter how many times you promised, it seemed that Tom had a hard time believing you.

He was filming in Germany, which meant it wasn’t actually ‘that’ far from your London home and after two weeks he flew back for a weekend. You were incredibly excited- not just to seeing Tom, which of course you where; but also ,hopefully, for him to feel some sort of assurance in his ability as a parent. He needed to see her, Amelie needed her Daddy and you… you needed a rest.

That evening, you had had her balanced on your hip as you rushed to make the house look somewhat presentable (because single parenting was not easy) but Amelie had thrown a fit so with a slightly immature passive aggressive comment to your 11 month old daughter you put her on her play mat and carried on. It was a bit of a risk if you were quite honest, she was more than just a crawler - she perfected the art of bum shuffling and was starting to on occasion try to stand up. But you were in the same room so surely little harm could come to her in the ‘over-the-top-ly’ baby proofed living room - Tom’s doing of course.

So keeping one eye on Amelie and the other on the almost terrifyingly big stack of discarded toys you set about tidying up. It was all going swimmingly until your thoughts about how on earth you were going to hide all the crap were abruptly interrupted with a garbled screech of “DADA!”

You instantly whipped your head round to watch Amelie stumble and basically throw herself the couple of steps to the doorway where Tom stood. You had absolutely no clue how long he’d been standing there but that was all insignificant watching him sweep you little girl into his arms, before she could career to the floor (headfirst of course). His eyes were bugging out of his head, as she giggled and laughed in his strong grasp before astutely throwing her head into the crook of his neck, demanding to be cuddled by him.

It was almost hilarious, how utterly shocked Tom looked at the real life proof that his baby girl had missed him. Once he met your eyes he used the hand supporting Amelies back to point at her in a questioning manner, making you roll your eyes at just how oblivious and stubborn he is.

“She’s missed her Dad!” You smiled, as you walked toward him and pecked his lips. “You got this down here if I finally get some peace upstairs?”

Because yes, you’d missed your husband and wanted to spend all night wrapped in his arms. But really? There was a more important way the evening should pass, finally Tom getting his moment with Amelie. So without so much as even a ‘how was your flight’ you left the two in the living room - you making a beeline to the bath, for just a moment to yourself.

It was perhaps even a little shocking to yourself that you were so confident you could leave them alone for the evening. Because really, if Amelie started acting up suddenly again, this could be where Tom’s confidence as a dad goes from ‘ropey at best’ to ‘non-existent’. Except you were so certain in the fact that just wouldn’t happen. If she was hungry she’d take the bottle from Tom (which she never did from you without arguement ).

And so you had possible the most relaxing time in the bath - actually alone for the first time in two weeks.

It wasn’t until you quietly walked down the stairs two hours later that you got a bit suspicious of the silence downstairs. Cautiously you peered your head round the doorframe and you didn’t even try to stifle the beaming smile spread across your face. Because there was your husband, lying semi-reclined on the arm of the sofa, his arms wrapped protectively round Amelie who looked incredibly content snuggled up to her dad at last. They were both fast asleep and the sight was just so sweet it actually hurt your heart, meaning only naturally you had sneak a picture of them both. It was infuriating how you knew you had to wake him up - it is a little irresponsible to leave her lying on top of him on the couch and you kinda wanted to cuddle up to Tom this evening too.

So with a gentle touch rubbing and down his right arm it only took a moment or two till he suddenly blinked his eyes open, eyes looking quickly between your eyes and Amelie - his grasp on her had instinctively tightened a little.

“Hey” You whispered softly, watching him notice how calm Amelie looked on his chest.

“Mhmm hey.” His voice was slightly croaky, probably from the exhaustion of two weeks of hard work.

“You guys friends then?” You whispered while combing your ginger nails though Amelies little curls at the base of her neck - she was most deifnetly a Holland.

“She did really miss me?” Tom asked, still half not believing as he shuffled up on the sofa so he was sitting more upright.

“To the point she had me wrapping the pillows in your unwashed t-shirts.” You giggled as his bottom lip pouted into a visible ‘awh’.

“Come on lets get you both to bed.”

Without much complaint, but keeping her in his arms, Tom nodded and followed you up to bed. But that night instead of getting your way and having Tom cuddling you, he pouted until you let him lie Amelie down in the middle of the bed between you two .

But seeing the way he grinned at her in the dark, almost fighting to stay awake as he looked at her, the prospect seemed a lot more attractive.

And that was more than fine by you.

#tomholland #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #dad!tom #happynewyear

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voldemorts-tap-shoes · 2 years

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Another ficlet for IWSC Writing School: Hermione’s bachelorette party. Enjoy 😁

The Witch Chooses the Wand

As the queue inches forward, the knot in Hermione’s stomach tightens. The pink neon above the entrance casts an incandescent glow onto the waiting patrons, but its effects pale compared to the blinding, pulsating light that appears each time the door opens to admit another group of witches. The strobe lighting accompanies an assault on Hermione’s nostrils, the wind catching the stench of alcohol and stale sweat.

Why did I let Ginny talk me into this?

It’s not just Ginny, though. She is surrounded by her soon-to-be sisters-in-law, all of whom used their magical upbringing to persuade her into participating in this nonsense, claiming it to be some sort of pre-wedding wizarding custom.

“It’s just like when you go to Ollivander’s for the first time,” Fleur said when Ginny broached the idea after dinner and met vehement protest from Hermione.

“She’s right,” Audrey agreed. “The wand may choose the wizard, but a witch needs to have a look at some other wands before her wedding.”

“I’ve already chosen a wa—husband.” Hermione stopped herself from using the silly innuendo. “That’s why I’m getting married tomorrow.”

But they insisted. Hermione sighs; there’s no way her impending nuptials rely in any way on her being at this ridiculous cabaret. She glances up at the neon sign again and rolls her eyes. Her future sisters must have gotten their terrible wand puns from the club’s name. If she were a betting woman, she would be certain they’re just pulling her leg.

Then again, the wizarding world does have some strange customs. She can’t shake the nagging feeling that if her friends are telling the truth and her magical marriage vows don’t take tomorrow, it will be her fault.

Besides, Ron wasn’t bothered by his sister’s insistence at dragging Hermione out tonight, even knowing their destination. She hoped he would resist Ginny’s impromptu bachelorette party, providing an ironclad reason for Hermione to bow out of the evening’s illicit festivities. Instead, he laid a kiss on her cheek, promising to see her at the altar, and allowed the girls to whisk Hermione away.

Now she finds herself in Diagon Alley, holding out her hand and allowing herself to be branded like a Death Eater by the matching pink hand stamp which allows entrance to the nightclub. The girls squeeze into the crowded building, pushing their way past witches squealing at the show onstage and wizards wearing too little clothing as they hand out cocktails. Ginny takes two from a passing waiter and presses one into Hermione’s reluctant hand.

“Bride-to-be here!” she says to the bloke, shouting to be heard above the music’s pounding beat as she points at Hermione. “Make sure you boys take care of her!”

Hermione has to guess at how the man’s name tag remains on his bare chest—must be some sort of sticking charm—as Dave shares a conspiratorial look with Ginny before disappearing into the throng of bodies. She takes a cautious sip of her drink, wincing at the bitter taste. “One hour, Ginny,” Hermione reminds her. “I’ve got to get home and get some sleep.”

Ginny shakes her head and leans closer to Hermione to be heard. “I remember our deal, but will you at least try to have fun while we’re out?”

The establishment doesn’t suit Hermione at all. The flashing lights have her seeing stars behind her eyes already, and the Sonorous-enhanced speaker system will give her a headache before long. The smell created a mere whiff on the sidewalk but hangs so thick inside she can taste it. Worst of all, there is far too much skin on display for her comfort zone, both from the wizards working and the witches showering them with attention.

But Ginny’s wide, hopeful eyes persuade her to give a reassuring nod. “Yes. I promise.”

“Brilliant!” Angelina exclaims, sidling up to the pair. “Let’s get closer to the stage.”

Fleur joins them, reaching into her glittering clutch purse and withdrawing a handful of paper sickles. “Who needs singles?”

“Make sure Hermione gets plenty,” Audrey says. “Every bill you stuff in a wizard’s pants ensures you a year of wedded bliss.”

Hermione laughs in spite of herself. “That’s such rubbish!”

“No, really, this is customary!” Ginny insists, not for the first time this evening. “Helga Hufflepuff herself founded this very strip club.”

“And I suppose Godric Gryffindor was the first performer?”

“Yes, he and Salazar did a routine together. It was quite scandalous for their time.”

Angelina nods her agreement. “How else do you think they blew off steam after dealing with a bunch of rowdy students all day?”

“Oh, all right,” Hermione relents. “Let me have a few bills.”

The women cheer at her response, and Hermione allows them to sweep her into the crowd. Although she’s confident her companions are fabricating this wizarding ritual—there’s still a grand opening sign tucked behind the bar from several weeks ago when she remembers seeing the club appear in a seldom-traveled corner of Diagon Alley—she knows they want to give her a good time.

Despite their antics, she can’t wait to join their crazy family.

#romione #hermione granger #ginny weasley #girls night #bachelorette #fleur delacour #audrey weasley #angelina johnson #iwsc

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first snow (heeseung)

summary: you make a promise to confess to heeseung on the day of the first snowfall warnings: slight slight angst at certain parts (๑ ˊ͈ ᐞ ˋ͈ )ƅ̋ wc: 2.2k a/n: for holiday hearts; this turned out to be a little longer than i intended but i’m not mad about it ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (belated) merry christmas and an (early) happy new year to everyone! <3

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“on the day of the first snowfall, we confess. okay?”

jake’s eyes are wide open as he looks at you, his hand gripping your arm tightly from where he is sitting beside you on your bedroom floor. he’s serious about this, you can tell, but you can’t help but sigh at his proposition.

“jake, are you sure about this? it could literally snow tomorrow. would you be able to confess tomorrow?”

“yes! i would! and you should too! what’s stopping you?”

well. what’s stopping you is the thought of your best friend hearing your confession and then looking at you like you’re crazy. that’s how it always goes down in your imagination—you confess, heeseung freezes, and then he looks at you like you’re insane before turning you down gently.

you always picture him to have a slight look of pity in his eyes when he hears your confession—a look that says i wish i liked you too, but i don’t. that look from your imagination is what’s stopping you.

one day you’re going to turn around and dropkick the infuriating little voice in your head that always comes up with the worst possible scenarios for you in any given situation.

“it’s okay, y/n. it’ll turn out just fine, trust me.” jake says, as if reading your mind.

and as much as you fear the possibility of rejection, it’s even harder to live everyday wondering what could be if only you were that much braver.

“fine. but only if you confess to her first. text me that you’ve confessed, and then i’ll do it.”

“deal!” jake’s entire face lights up as you give in. “besides, they say if you confess on the day of the first snow, the two of you will stay together for a long, long time.”

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you spend majority of the next week making sure that you’re always in view of a window, eyes anxiously looking out at even the slightest hints of movement outside in case it’s a snowflake falling. you spend the rest of the time with your eyes trained on your phone, afraid that somehow snow had fallen and you hadn’t noticed and jake had texted you that he had confessed to his crush and you would be up next.

luckily for you, neither of those things happen.

in fact, the only notification you get on your phone is a text from heeseung himself.

just stole my brother’s netflix account. wanna come watch smth?

hanging out with heeseung on his couch, his feet on your lap as you give him the stinky eye for having his stinky feet so close to your nose, both of you laughing at the low-budget horror film that’s playing on the tv—none of this feels new to you.

actually, it’s the farthest thing from new. the both of you have been best friends for years now, and you like to think you know almost everything there is to know about him by now. spending time with heeseung feels like the easiest thing to do.

“is there something on my face?” heeseung asks, launching a popcorn at your head. “why are you staring at me like that?”

but of course, nothing is actually easy when your best friend is oblivious and you like him and you don’t know when it’s going to start snowing or what you’re going to say once it does.

“i’m not,” you reply, although you quite obviously are.

you push his feet off of your lap as he aims another popcorn at you. “get your stinky feet off my lap, for god’s sake.”

“hey, hey, don’t bring god into this.” he sits upright and scoots next to you on the couch. the both of you turn your attention back to the film before he speaks again, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“anyway, what are you doing on christmas eve?”

“nothing much. dinner with my family, i think. what about you?”

heeseung takes a moment to answer, his eyes trained on the television so closely that for a second, you think he hasn’t heard your reply and is actually back to watching the film.

in that same second you also wonder if maybe he’ll ask you to spend the evening with him instead, but you stuff that thought back where it came from before you start forming any real hope.

“yeah, i think i’m spending it with my family, too.” he finally answers, and as if on cue, the girl from the horror movie lets out a horrifying scream.

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jake sends you a screenshot of the weather report the next week. it reads: first snow of the season expected to fall today. total snow accumulation predicted to be 2 to 5 inches.

“prepare your confession speech,” he texts you. “we have to do it today.”

somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder why jake is being so dramatic about all of this. if he was so ready to confess, he could just do it now instead of waiting for snowfall. or maybe he just really believed in that “if you confess on the day of the first snow you’ll last longer” theory.

either way, The Confession was fast approaching and you have yet to come up with a concrete plan about how you’re going to confess. you have been actively trying to avoid thinking about it for the sole reason that every time you do, that nasty voice in the back of your head begins pushing you down a spiral of anxiety. but not thinking about it is just making you nervous in its own way.

so naturally, to take your mind off heeseung, you text heeseung.

twenty minutes later he’s on your chair, aimlessly rolling around your room as you lie on your bed.

“what do you wanna do?”

“i don’t know, anything. i’m so bored.”

“me too. my brother changed his netflix password so i can’t use his account anymore.”

you chuckle, turning your head to face him. he looks absolutely breathtaking in his hoodie, the soft pink hue of the fabric a charming contrast against the rich colour of his skin.

“let’s come up with new year’s resolutions for the new year.” you reply. it’s a conversation the two of you have together almost every year-end, and you want to know what is on heeseung’s mind this time.

“hm… okay, the first one for me is to exercise regularly. i’m gonna be swole this time next year.”

you snort. “isn’t that what you said last year?”

heeseung can’t help but laugh at that, but his tone is indignant as he replies. “this time it’s for real!!!”

“fine, fine, what’s your next one?”

“next one… would be to learn how to play the guitar?”

you nod at this-unfortunately you can’t bring yourself to tease a music prodigy about his love for music.

“that’s nice. you’ll have to play for me once you learn.”

you stare up at the ceiling, wondering what your new year’s resolution should be. you wonder vaguely if heeseung will still be by your side to have this same conversation with you next year.

“actually, i have one last one,” heeseung says, rolling over languidly to your table to fiddle with the stationery you have strewn all over the tabletop. “i’m going to confess to my crush next year.”

you freeze. his crush?

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” heeseung says, giggling softly at the expression on your face. “what’s so shocking about that?”

“your crush? you never told me you had someone you liked,” you say, unable to keep the tone of surprise and slight betrayal out of your voice.

this changes everything, doesn’t it? if heeseung has someone he likes, you can’t just confess knowing that he definitely does not return your feelings. your mind is going a mile per minute, and all you can do is sit and stare at heeseung, who looks as gorgeous as always as he doodles absentmindedly on your notebook.

“i do,” he replies quietly, a small smile on his face as he looks up at you. wow, he must really like whoever it is if just the mention of them makes him smile like this. “you know this person, too!”

great.

“who…—” but before you can finish your question, heeseung suddenly gasps as his eyes widen almost comically, peering out of the window that is directly above your desk.

“y/n! look!” heeseung says, parting the curtains fully and gesturing you to come over. “it’s snowing!!!”

oh my god. it’s like the snow gods are laughing at you.

you make your way over and watch with your mouth open as the snowflakes twirl and fall, softly piling up upon one another on the concrete pavement. it isn’t heavy, and the snow on the ground is quickly melting, but there’s no denying that it is, in fact, snowing. the one damn time the weather forecast is right and it’s for this.

“it really is snowing,” you mumble, leaning closer out the window to get a better look.

“this is so pretty! do you think we’ll get a white christmas this year?” heeseung presses up against the window right beside you, turning to look at you with an expectant look in his eyes. lee heeseung, whose eyes sparkle at the mere thought of it snowing on the most festive day of the year. your heart squeezes painfully in your chest.

honestly, you think to yourself. just because he likes someone else doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to tell him what you feel, right? you don’t expect anything back from him, you could just follow through on your promise with jake and get it off your chest and continue with life as per normal. heeseung wouldn’t be weird about it-he’s heeseung.

“y/n?” heeseung asks, waving an unsure hand in front of you. “is everything okay?”

there’s a confused smile on his face, and his warm brown eyes look concerned as they search yours.

“heeseung, i think i have something to tell you.”

“suddenly?” his brows furrow in confusion. “you can tell me anything, you know. what is it?”

“i know you just said there’s someone else you like, and i know this seems like it’s out of the blue, but i have someone i really like too.”

heeseung’s eyes widen just a fraction, but he maintains his expression. “what? who is it?”

you take an unsteady breath. there’s no turning back now.

“it’s you, heeseung.”

“…it’s me?”

“you don’t have to say anything. i know you already like someone else, i’m just confessing because i made a pact with jake. we can just forget what i said and move o—”

“a pact with jake???” heeseung looks confused, his mind racing to keep up with your words.

“yeah, we had a promise. it’s nothing big, actually, it was something about the snow and. never mind, i shouldn’t ha—”

you cut yourself off when you suddenly feel heeseung’s hands on either side of your face. his hands are warm, slightly rough because it’s the winter and he never uses hand cream even when you tell him too.

“you don’t get to confess and then just move on like that,” he says, his face a mere few inches away from yours as he turns to face you.

“aren’t you going to ask me who the person i like is?” he asks, and your mind goes blank. what does it matter who he likes now? when you’ve just confessed to him?

he sighs slightly at your silence. “i thought i was being fairly obvious. it’s you, y/n. i was going to confess to you in the new year.” he smiles unsteadily as he says this, eyes sparkling the same way it did at the mention of a white christmas earlier. “now stop looking so upset, i just told you i like you, too.”

he pats your cheek playfully as his smile widens, watching in amusement at the shock on your face.

you had come up with a hundred different ways in which this could have ended, but none of your scenarios ever looked like this. suddenly the heat from his hands on the sides of your face feels a bit too warm.

“really? are you sure?”

“of course i’m sure, y/n! why wouldn’t i be sure?” he asks with a soft chuckle. “i’ve felt this way for the longest time now.”

for the longest time now. your stomach does a funny flip at the words, your heart stuttering as the reality of the situation dawns upon you.

you confessed and lee heeseung confessed right back. lee heeseung likes you and he says he’s sure about it.

everything’s falling into place, just like the soft, white flakes finding a home on the broad, sturdy branches of the oak tree outside.

maybe jake is right-something about the first snow really does feel magical.

(the moment is broken by the violent buzzing of your phone from where it is on your bed.

jake: y/n look out it’s snowing!!!

jake: it’s time!!!

jake: wait actually i’m not sure about this

jake: i don’t even know where she is right now

jake: i’m scared. this is scarier than i thought

jake:

jake: y/n are u there???)

#enhypen #enhypenwriters #holidayhearts #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines

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