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MEET ZOEY LAWRENCE!

Works at Merrock’s state park. Artisan candlemaker. Loves handwritten letters, riding her Schwinn bicycle, and collecting wooden figurines.

HER BIOGRAPHY!

Many people would describe Zoey as independent, nonconventional, empathetic, and a smidge pretentious. She mostly wants to see the good in other people, but she’s also learned from the moments in her life that burned her. Because of that, she tends to keep to herself a bit and is very slow to open up, but once she lets you in, you’re in for life. She's a goofy, smiley, supportive person who grew up in a tight knit family. Through her heartbreaks, successes, losses, gains, and adventures - she’s built a life she’s proud of.

HER PINTEREST!

HER CANDLE SHOP!

HER HOUSE!

HER STATS!

BASICS

FULL NAME: zoey jean lawrence

NICKNAME: zoey

GENDER: cis woman, she/her pronouns

DATE OF BIRTH: october 21, 1982

AGE: 40

HOMETOWN: ashford, connecticut

OCCUPATION: state park guide, artisan candlemaker

RELIGION: reform jewish

ETHNICITY: ashkenazi jewish, sephardi jewish

LOCATION: merrock, maine

HOUSING: lives in a small apartment in the historical downtown district

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS

FATHER: henry lawrence

MOTHER: ellen lawrence

SIBLINGS

BROTHER: spencer lawrence

BROTHER: bryan lawrence

SIBLING: -

CHILDREN: N/A

OTHER FAMILY: some extended family

PETS: frankie, her dog. poppy and peach, her cats.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

CURRENT PARTNER: none

PAST PARTNERS: high school boyfriend, graham

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: intelligent, talkative, caring, innovative, adventurous, confident, incisive, empathetic, gentle, loyal, creative, clever, ambitious, social, determined, protective

NEGATIVE TRAITS: sarcastic, arrogant, aloof, absent-minded, proud, secretive, stubborn, melancholic, moody, competitive, impatient, disorganized, clumsy, impulsive

THINK OF: leslie knope (parks and rec), rory gilmore (gilmore girls), joey tribbiani (friends), eleanor shellstrop (the good place), kat stratford (10 things i hate about you)

FAVORITE MOVIE: what ever happened to baby jane?

FAVORITE SONG: both sides now by joni mitchell

FAVORITE EMOJI: 😻

FAVORITE ANIMAL: foxes

FAVORITE PERSON: her mother, ellen

FAVORITE HOBBIES: collecting her cats whiskers once they fall out, riding her bicycle during the warm months, learning bread recipes, going thift shopping

LIKES: books, bubble baths, baking, chanel perfume, watching college basketball, fuzzy socks, cuddling, popcorn, karaoke, hot chocolate, having her hair played with, bad dancing, fireworks, the beach, small towns, singing, loud music, fresh cut grass, hay bales, night time, renaissance faires, museums

DISLIKES: onions, tardiness, coffee stained teeth, humid weather, high heels, thunder storms, sad movies, aluminum foil, huge bugs, small spaces, traffic, ambulance sirens, spiders, misinformtion, back pain

FUN FACTS ABOUT HER

Owns a 2012 Volkswagen Beetle named Paul. Always has candy wrappers and fast food bags on the floor of her car. Doesn’t run as smoothly as it used to, but she loves it too much to get a new car.

Food is one of Zoey’s love languages. She doesn’t cook as much as she used to being in Merrock, as she did back in California, but with the her kitchen being pretty nice, she has been excited to get back into it. Handwritten recipe cards fill a few binders that she’s put together, and nothing makes Zoey feel more at home than her family’s handwriting. As much as she’s been trying to get back into cooking, she’s not the best at it. There’s a reason Bryan’s the chef in the family.

Despite not being a good cook, being in the kitchen and baking has been sort of a therapy for her. She loves trying new recipes and baking at random hours, especially at night. She likes to pretend she’s on Nailed It! or any other baking show.

From a young age Zoey's hobby has been art. From drawing on the walls in crayon to making sculptures with mud from the backyard, she was always looking for ways to fuel her creativity. She can’t really draw, but she can analyze a painting and come up with the meaning behind it. This moved into her creating and making candles, and she’s very into inventing new scents and fragrance combinations.

She has the thing for Polaroids, always having a camera in her bag in case she was to save a moment. Her scrapbooks are filled with pictures from her childhood to her recent years in Merrock.

Always is drinking coffee, whether it’s a fresh brew or an iced coffee, she’s always got a tumbler around. She has to have at least one cup or she can’t function for the day ahead. Her go to order is an iced vanilla caramel latte with oat milk.

She is a vegan. She went meatless when she was thirteen after a bad experience at a farm during a field trip. And she stopped eating dairy when she developed an intolerance to lactose.

She’s at her happiest when she gets to be in the garden and grow things. She has lectured all of her siblings at least once about not recycling properly.

She’s kind of fake deep. She’s very much a “this is a sign” person and will ask you about your star sign. She is obsessed with horoscopes and will literally not sleep with a person because “the stars are not aligned”.

Can play acoustic guitar really well, a little bit of piano but would like to learn the drums at some point. She has tried before and lacks the coordination needed to play, so it’s always a sight to see when she attempts to play.

She believes she’s the master of birthdays. She’s always planning them in advance to make sure they’re absolutely perfect and enjoyable for everyone in attendance.

She’s not the mom friend, but she’s definitely a mom friend. She makes sure she’s always got snacks in her bag and in her apartment, probably carries those mini bottles of water in her bag.

She tries to go to the gym every other week and just kind of stands there watching people, sometimes she hits a punching bag around or hops onto a treadmill, but it's mostly just the staring people thing. She finds it relaxing, for some reason. Everyone else probably finds it weird, though.

Only sports she really follows is college basketball and she loves the Big Ten conference (unless it’s Purdue or Ohio State). Doesn’t mind baseball if it’s the Red Sox or the Cubs.

She loves people, but she is not always the best with them. She sometimes lacks the ability to pick up on social cues, and she is often way too blunt and crass for 'civilized society'. She curses like a sailor, and is prone to giving out way too much information about pretty much every aspect of her life.

She does not have any immediate plans to leave Merrock. Especially now that two of her siblings have returned, and Zoey is happy to stay near her family.

PLOTTING FOR ZOEY!

An approximate timeline for Zoey!

TBA!

Zoey is drawn to people. Her expertise is talking to people. It’s what her job really entails, anyway. She is one of those people who knows how to make the right first impression. One of her biggest strengths is her loyalty and if she calls you a friend, you'll have her in your corner for a long time to come. actually the friendliest of friendly people. She’s only been in town for three years, but she isn't entirely new. She has spent summers here and there since her adoptive grandmother did live in town. So there will be old friends as well as new, but they will be plentiful. I’d like her to have some neighbors, because they’re the people she sees on an almost daily basis, and probably has a close relationship with. It’s not a hard job to befriend Zoey. She’s outgoing and friendly, and as long as you’re a decent human being, she’ll respect you. Things you can be prepared for as Zoey’s friend; showing up out of the blue with a gallon of homemade orange juice, being slightly mothered, life advice, and a smack upside the head if you say something especially stupid. Sure, she’s a little bit impulsive, but you can count on this girl to tell you what’s right.

It’s usually really hard to make Zoey mad but if you manage it, she can hold a grudge for the rest of her life, sometimes even if it wasn’t necessarily your fault. She has a hard time admitting when she’s wrong. She hates confrontation. She hates violence. So she will very rarely, if ever, physically fight someone. However, she's very sarcastic and sly so she will run her mouth until hell freezes over, but if she goes too far and someone wants to kick her ass, then she runs to get one of her brothers.

She has passion in spades. Zoey loves intensely, recklessly and wholeheartedly - which is why it has only happened a few times in her life. As of right now, romance is almost entirely out of the question for the brunette, as she hates the idea of growing to love someone in a romantic sense and then losing them. After having her heart broken twice, the idea of relationships causes her to cringe, and she will almost immediately reject any form of flattery or flirtation that is not simply a shallow gesture. She likes one night stands, short term relationships, and has a problem with sleeping with her friends? So long as both parties are aware that it's just sex, she views it as an extension of friendship. She's adventurous, in every sense of the word. Since she used to visit when she was younger, it might be fun for her to have had a summer fling? I’m not fussed about the gender, considering that Zoey's accepted that she was bisexual as soon as she learned the meaning of the word.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

HELP! I NEED SOMEBODY! - Zoey was upset when she discovered that her cat had gotten out of her apartment somehow. She searched locally without any success so she posted up flyers. A few days later, she got a call from this character and met up with them to pick up her cat. Not only did Zoey get her cat back but she picked up a new friend in the process.

PARTNER IN CRIME - The Ann to her Leslie. These two are physically and emotionally inseparable. Basically her best friend in Merrock (outside of her siblings). They know everything about her past and don’t mince their words around her.

ONLINE PEN PALS - These two are best friends but don’t know who the other is. It all started with a random text to the wrong number, and somehow blossomed into a really strong friendship. They know a lot about each other, but they agreed from the beginning not to use real names or send pictures of themselves for mystery sake. They know that they live in the same town but that just makes it more fun, the fact that they could see each other everyday and not know.

NEIGHBORS TURNED FRIENDS - Zoey and this character are neighbors, they didn’t know much about each other before Zoey needed their help. But one night Zoey knocked at their door at an ungodly hour wondering if this character could kill a giant spider in her apartment for her.

UH OH - Zoey and this character hooked up when she first arrived in Merrock three years ago, and it was pretty awkward afterwards for whatever reason. - NARI

THIS IS WHY WE CAN‘T HAVE NICE THINGS - Zoey and this character used to be so close that people knew that when they invited one, they invited both. That was until the two got into a fight over something (we can plot that out!). Now, when they get into the same room, it’s almost instantaneous back and forth. They are both set on taking the other down gloriously and for good.

TO THE MOON AND BACK - With her adopted grandmother living in Merrock, the Lawrence kids spent countless summers in town. Perhaps Zoey had a childhood best friend in town. Maybe they’re still friends or maybe they’re not.

BIG ENEMIES - Not that Zoey has too many enemies in town, there’s just that one person that they can’t stand no matter what. Maybe it was based off of a bad first impression or maybe their personalities clash.

BUDDY SYSTEM - With so many events and parties there are in the world and many of them offering alcohol, Zoey would want to have a buddy who stays sober during those events as well. Someone she can confide in and hang out with when everyone else is getting buzzed.- JOSH

SHE’S ALL I WANNA BE - Whether it was someone from her teen days or someone from town now, I would love to have Zoey be jealous of a character for whatever reason.

BREAKFAST FOR DINNER - This is a self indulgent wanted connection because I would love to have a Leslie Knope and Ron Swanson type of friendship. They’re unlikely friends but get along and are there for each other. They always make it a tradition to go get breakfast for dinner at least one a month.

BOARD GAME BUDDIES - Someone she can play Scrabble or Catan with! She really loves playing games at house parties or when she’s hanging out with friends, so someone she can play a game or two with.

CANDLE CLIENTS - People who often buys the candles or wax melts that she makes, maybe even make a few requests for custom candles and wax melts.

BUSINESS MENTOR - Zoey has hopes of making her candle shop a physical store someday, a daydream she’s had ever since she started her small business. However, she has no experience in what it takes to open an actual store with finding a space to rent or figuring out what it would take to make it a reality. She would be appreciative of having someone help guide her through the process as she ponders the idea of having her own shop in town. - RAFAEL

HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIEND - Going to put a wanted connection for this in the future, but I’d love to play out Zoey’s high school boyfriend being in town.

#hc • secrets from a girl who's seen it all.

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vertiqa · 6 years

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docholligay · 4 years

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Pharah/Mercy, Swingset.

MY FIRST FLUFF OF THE DAY! I hope you like it, 1600 words.

Love Like an Inheritance

Angela Zeigler thought many things of her wife, and would have described her in many different ways. Protective. Loyal. Reliable. Dedicated. Principled. Intelligent. Thoughtful. But never, in her life, might she have described her wife as ‘spontaneous’ or ‘goofy,’ and yet here she was, with a wide grin, suggesting that Mercy get on the swingset as they passed by the park on the way home.

“I’ll push you.” she nodded, hands in her pockets against the chill, the slightest glint of the beers they’d had at Emily and Tracer’s sparkling in her eye. Not drunk, for Pharah was rarely that, but more than she usually drank and with a hint of careless merriment that was both unusual and charming.

Mercy looked back to the swings, a small smile creeping across her own face even as she shook her head. It was for children, she thought, and they should be getting home anyhow, it was turning late and the October cool was beginning to settle in, that London fog creeping quietly about their ankles, hanging damply.

“I have not been swinging since I was…” she thought for a moment, “I don’t even know, Fareeha, a child.”

“Did you like it?” Pharah tilted her head, “I used to push my cousins, when I lived with my aunt, Zeina. My littlest cousin, Ruqayya---” Mercy laughed, and Pharah wrinkled her nose, “What?”

“Just remembering Ruqayya at the wedding,” Mercy laughed again, “how she was teasing you,” she slipped her hand into Pharah’s pocket, intertwining their fingers, “We should have her to London, again.”

It was Pharah’s turn to shake her head. “She would never come in the winter. A true desert fox, Ruqayya.” She gave a cheerful scowl. “You are distracting me, Angela. Did you like it, when you were young?”

“I am not thinking that I ever was young.”

She had said it off the cuff, but it hung fragile in the air like a spun glass ornament, too true and too bright to look at directly. It had not been a lie, as Mercy was not a liar, and not given to dramatics overly much, but it was true in a way she had never meant to say. She had been a prodigy from the first, in college before she was allowed to ride her bicycle to the store alone, orphaned before she ever had a bat mitzvah. Perhaps they had this in common, grown too soon, and for all the differences others saw in them, and how they laughed at the odd couple, Mercy had always seen the same heart beating in their chests. Old souls who wished for nothing more than to make this world better than they left it, too eager to give themselves over in the service of the greater good.

Pharah squeezed her hand. “Then be young now.”

“You spend too much time with Lena.” She looked away, but blushed.

Pharah chuckled. “I would never argue that.”

Mercy pulled at her hand and brushed a stray hair from her forehead. “Oh, you enjoy Lena plenty.”

“I never said that I didn’t,” Pharah followed after her, “I said I spend too much time around her.”

Mercy stopped as they approached the swingset, gleaming bright silver in the pale moonlight, and stared. Her own reticence surprised her. Mercy was not a woman overly concerned with her own appearances, and it was late enough besides that the only people passing by were on their way home themselves, or bouncing from pub to pub, and would have no idea that a Nobel prize winner was swinging away. Very likely they would not idea who she was, how arrogant to assume that a casual person might have any idea of her work.

Besides, she didn’t want to think about her work. Even those who knew of her had the unfortunate quality of regarding her as a God, when Mercy was all too cognizant of the fact that she could struggle and pull and plead at the gates between life and death, but she was not the final gatekeeper.

Pharah wrapped her arms around her, and put her head on Mercy’s shoulder. “Go on. Get on the swing.”

Maybe it was the schnapps she’d had herself, or Pharah’s strange quality of playfulness that only came out every so often, and mostly only in Mercy’s presence, or maybe it was the play of the moon peeking out from the clouds, but a warmth filled Mercy and she found herself climbing into the swing as Pharah placed her hands on her back and began to push.

“It was a good night.” Pharah said, as Mercy slowly began to sway back and forth.

“Yes,” Mercy looking up to the clouds, knowing that the stars must be twinkling their best behind them, “wonderful.”

And it had been. Tracer was in bright spirits, as ever, and Emily seemed delighted and besotted with her new wife--it made Mercy smile to remember how she and Pharah had been when they were only married half a year--and the meal they’d made had been warm and comforting, if nothing fancy, Tracer, as always, having a excellent selection of drinks and a cake from her uncle’s bakery. Mercy hadn’t expected to laugh so much in one night.

A stronger push, and Mercy went higher, lifting toward those hidden stars.

“You were beautiful, of course.”

At this Mercy nearly laughed. Her hair was simply piled into a clip at the back of her head, like always, the pink sweater and white plaid skirt well worn in deference to Mercy’s gentle refusal to buy anything new for herself unless under duress. She’d put on a bit of foundation, she supposed, and a quick swipe of mascara, but nothing more intricate than that--Tracer and Emily had known Mercy long enough to not be surprised by what she looked like--and so there was nothing very special about the way she looked tonight.

“I am not knowing anything about that.” She turned to look back at Pharah for a moment, her dark eyes with their own stars, unclouded.

Pharah gave a decisive, commanding nod, well practiced. “You were. You never see yourself, in the candlelight, when Emily troubles with it,” another push, higher still, “It makes you...even more beautiful, than you are, always.” She laughed as her hand connected with Mercy’s back again, “I am no poet, Angela, you know this, but you were particularly beautiful.”

She was no poet, she often said, in a gentle balance between self-deprecation and Pharah’s upright honesty. Why then, did Mercy’s heart race when she said things in her simple way, more than with the finest verses of the Rilke her father loved. How shall I hold my soul so it does not touch on yours, no match for Pharah’s straightforward, “I will love and follow you, whatever you decide.” Ah, you were the gardens, ah I saw them with such hope, could never hold a candle to, “I understood what being loved felt like, when you did it.”

“I am not needing a poet,” she called into the sky, “I am not wanting one.”

Indeed, all the poetry she ever needed was carried in all the ways Pharah showed her deep and abounding love. The way she made Mercy’s coffee every morning, and brought it to her in bed. The way she gently nagged over the subject of lunch, when Mercy was poring over papers and results. The small patch of concrete that was their ‘patio,’ cleaned and decorated as a space for the two of them to read and sip coffee in the evenings. The way she looked at Mercy, with a great tenderness her own soldiers might have been forced to smile at.

“Excellent,” Pharah gave a chuckle, “Then I have nothing to fear.”

Rising up above the fog and the clutter of London, eyes fixed to the sky, Mercy imagined what it might have been to have been a normal child with a normal life, if she hadn’t been full of such promise, if she hadn’t been thrown into adulthood without anyone to help her be a child at the age of twelve, if she hadn’t spent so much of her life feeling so utterly alone. Might she have giggled and blushed over girls with the others? Might she have learned to like shopping and had a bustle of friends, not simply colleagues? Would she have wanted to? Would she trade knowing wha she had done for this work and, she thought, what this world had given her?

She dragged her feet on the ground, stopping herself, and looked back to Pharah.

“I would change nothing.” She shook her head as she continued to study the earth-rich loveliness of her straightforward, good, wonderful wife, “You are all I never could have known to ask for.”

At this, even in the darkness, Pharah seemed to blush herself, and took hold of the chains at Mercy’s sides, pulling them away from her, kissing her with a childish zeal and an adult assuredness.

They were never young, Pharah and Mercy, except in small moments. But here on a playground, late at night, they could find a way lay the bricks of innocent, perfect joy that had been taken from them too soon. As they kissed, the world still wavered with the trembles of instability, the buildings across the street were still bullet-scarred, Tracer’s hands still shook from time to time, Reinhardt and Jack still lay dead, and poverty still paired with greed to inflict misery on those who missed its boot. But these things hardly mattered, for even in the chill nothing could kill that verdant garden Rilke spoke of, the one where Pharah and Mercy kept their perfect, bright love.

The clouds parted, and the stars glittered like bubbles in champagne glass, toasting them.

#HON HON HON #the title is also Rilke but from his essays #and like...a minor snippet taken and abridged #seolh

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OK, March 29

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Panic at the Palace -- Queen Elizabeth, Prince Charles, Prince William, Duchess Kate Middleton

Page 1: Big Pic -- Kevin Bacon and Juliette Lewis were among the many artists who put on a performance for Linda Perry's Rock 'N' Relief Live Stream Concert Series, benefitting Sean Penn's CORE Response organization

Page 2: Contents

Page 3: Contents

Page 4: Sparks are flying between Sandra Bullock and Brad Pitt on the set of their new action movie Bullet Train and not just when the cameras are rolling -- their chemistry is through the roof and Sandra lights up whenever she's around Brad and some of the cast and crew could swear they've seen him blushing in her presence -- Brad and Sandra have been hanging out more than your typical costars and they have a lot in common and seem to really enjoy each other's company and they'll frequently spend their breaks socializing and they can often be heard laughing over each other's stories and topics of conversations range from mutual friends and house repairs to more personal stuff, like kids

Page 6: Bruce Willis turned 66 on March 19 and as he celebrates the occasion, he has been reflecting on his life and it's been quite the journey but Bruce looks back at it all with that classic smirk

Page 7: Producers of the Gossip Girl reboot have been begging Blake Lively to join the cast of the new show but she's turned up her nose at the idea -- she's not ungrateful, because the original show made her star, but she closed the book on that part of her life a long time ago -- she's blissfully content in her role as a mom to daughters James, Inez and Betty whom she shares with her husband Ryan Reynolds and being a stay-at-home parent and filming an occasional movie sounds way more appealing to her than returning to that hothouse Gossip Girl universe -- she says she had her show and wants the new team to have theirs, but to die-hard fans, it still feels like a major snub

* After calling it quits on her romance with Ben Affleck in January, Ana de Armas is ready to play the field and Hollywood's heartthrob du jour, Rege-Jean Page has caught her eye and she was over the moon when the Bridgerton hunk recently signed on to her new thriller The Gray, which also stars Ryan Gosling and Chris Evans -- of course, Rege is gorgeous, but Ana also likes that he isn't your typical Tinseltown success story and comes from a rich cultural background, just like she does and she's hoping to get to know him better once they start shooting in L.A. -- while Ana has been warned that won't sit well with Rege's live-in girlfriend, Emily Brown, that doesn't seem to bother Ana

* Janet Jackson's life story is set to get the full documentary treatment next year, and no stone will be left unturned when it comes to her famously dysfunctional family -- the family is freaking out, as well they should be -- Janet will be brutally honest about her late father Joe Jackson, who bullied her and made her feel like she was nothing with out him but her siblings say they had it much worse especially when it came to Michael Jackson, who suffered verbal and physical abuse from Joe throughout his childhood -- Janet, who became a mom at 50 with her businessman ex, Wissam Al Mana, is also ready to tell all about their divorce and custody battle -- doing this documentary has been incredibly cathartic for her and she can't wait to shed light on her family's deep, dark secrets

Page 8: Angelina Jolie has been legally single for two years, and now she's finally ready to mingle -- she's been laying low since her 2016 split from Brad Pitt and she's feels it's time to get out there and she's eager to meet some new and interesting men and the mom of six is open to being hooked up by Hollywood pals like Ellen Pompeo, whom she was seen dining with in Beverly Hills and Angie likes the idea of dating a fellow A-lister who can relate to her about living in the spotlight and Ellen's been helping out with suggestions -- Angie is even open to joining an elite dating service and now the hunt is on to find a suitable bunch of candidates -- she wants fun and adventure again and after months of just being Mom, dressing up, putting on some perfume and engaging in stimulating conversation sounds good to Angie

* It's only been six months since Drew Barrymore launched her chirpy daytime talk show, but behind the scenes, she's on the verge of a major meltdown -- the multitasking mom who shares daughters Olive and Frankie with ex-hubby Will Kopelman, has no idea that juggling work and family would be this hard and she's feeling pressure from every side -- she desperately wants to be there for the kids, but she's trying to make her show a hit, and with her production company, she has a million others things on her plate as well -- the stressed-out star has also been chowing down on junk food and drinking too much caffeine so she can't get more than a few hours of sleep a night -- Drew doesn't want to let anyone down, but if she doesn't dial it back, she's going to collapse from exhaustion

* Matthew Perry announced his engagement to his on-off girlfriend Molly Hurwitz in November, but he seems to be having second thoughts -- he's crazy in love, but he's scared of messing up a good thing by making things official and he also worries what kind of husband he'll make given his health woes and battles with addiction -- Molly has faith in Matthew, but she can see wedding planning is stressing him out, even more so now that the Friends reunion is set to start shooting and he's pushing himself to go through with it, but his doubts are gnawing away at him

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars show some skin in dramatic decolletage-baring frocks -- Nicole Richie, Aja Naomi King

Page 11: Kate Hudson, Becky G, Mindy Kaling

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Kat Graham vs. Nicole Kidman in Erdem, Oliva Wilde vs. Bella Hadid in Ralph Lauren

Page 13: Danielle Bradbery vs. Paula Abdul in Hamel

Page 14: News in Photos -- Machine Gun Kelly and Megan Fox stepped out for dinner in West Hollywood

Page 16: Ariel Winter brightened up her monochromatic look with a pink face mask during a trip to the hair salon in West Hollywood, Justin Theroux went for a walk with his beloved dog Kuma in NYC, Arnold Schwarzenegger was spotted on his daily bike ride in L.A.

Page 17: Susan Sarandon stopped to get her caffeine fix while shopping solo in Soho

Page 18: Lea Michele proved to be quite the doting mother while walking with her son in a stroller in Brooklyn, Lucy Hale and her dog Elvis were inseparable during an outing in L.A., Krysten Ritter took her RadRover electric bicycle out for a spin in L.A.

Page 19: John Stamos and his wife Caitlin McHugh stopped by an antique shop where they purchased a bunch of old goodies in Santa Monica

Page 20: This year, instead of a traditional runway show, Moschino released a 12-minute film featuring Karen Elson, Shalom Harlow and Amber Vallera wearing new styles from the Fall/Winter 2021 line

Page 21: Alessandra Ambrosio caught up with a pal while walking dogs in L.A., David Harbour eating a treat while out and about in NYC, Daisy Ridley stopped by The Graham Norton Show in London

Page 22: Amelia Gray Hamlin and boyfriend Scott Disick caught some rays while vacationing in Miami, Katie Holmes and boyfriend Emilio Vitolo Jr. color-coordinated their gray-and-black outfits for a lunch date in NYC, Rebel Wilson taking a walk around the neighborhood in L.A.

Page 24: While on the set of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Rachel Brosnahan shielded herself with a see-through umbrella, a newly brunette Lady Gaga in a white suit as she left her hotel in Rome to film the upcoming Gucci biopic, The Masked Singer panelist Jenny McCarthy gave herself a last-minute touch-up before posing for some promo shots

Page 26: Inside My Home -- Chelsea Handler's sleek setup -- she is checking out of her longtime L.A. home

Page 28: In 2009, LeAnn Rimes made headlines when she was caught hooking up with her costar Eddie Cibrian while they were both married to other people and now, more than a decade later, she is opening up about that time in her life and spilling secrets that she's never shared before -- looking back, LeAnn thinks it's unfair that she got raked over the coals like that and the public shaming caused her to suffer panic attacks and all LeAnn did was fall in love -- of course, there are likely big regrets about the way everything happened, but she and Eddie never meant to hurt anyone and they just had this connection they couldn't walk away from and a few months after their romance was revealed LeAnn parted ways with then-husband Dean Sheremet and Eddie filed for divorce from Brandi Glanville and they wed in 2011 -- while LeAnn has been a great stepmom to Eddie's sons Mason and Jack, she'd love to have a child of her own someday and she and Eddie have tried and tried with no success and now that she's pushing 40, they know time is ticking and they could always go the surrogate route, and they just might do it if it doesn't happen naturally in the next few months

Page 29: Liam Hemsworth has been dating Gabriella Brooks for 15 months, and he's so smitten that he could put a ring on it any day now -- Liam's made it clear that he's ready to walk down the aisle again after calling it quits in longtime love Miley Cyrus in 2019 -- everyone is thrilled because Gabriella is so sweet and easygoing, which is just what Liam needs -- Gabriella has already gotten the stamp of approval from the Hemsworth clan, who had long been skeptical of Miley and when Liam brought Gabriella home, his parents thought, that's more like it -- now that Liam's settled in at his new $5 million spread on Byron Bay, all signs point to him popping the question because he's never been happier

* Shedding post-pregnancy weight is never easy but luckily Katy Perry has a secret weapon to help her get back in shape which is Orlando Bloom -- Katy had already dropped 35 pounds since giving birth to the couple's first child, Daisy Dove, thanks to her fitness-obsessed fiance and Orlando has her eating five small vegan meals a day and he follows the same diet to make it easier for her, and Orlando makes sure she hikes or swims at least five days a week and those are the type for fun activities where he can join her -- Orlando's also her biggest cheerleader: during their recent Hawaiian getaway, Katy was nervous because she felt she hadn't lost enough weight but Orlando told her she was one sexy momma and he really is her biggest supporter

* Despite the pandemic, Nicole Kidman's remained one of the busiest women in Hollywood, which is getting under her stuck-at-home husband's skin -- while Keith Urban was forced to cancel his concert tour last year, Nicole had a whirlwind 2020, shooting her miniseries Nine Perfect Strangers in Australia and her historical thriller The Northman in Northern Ireland back-to-back and it's been incredibly hard on Keith because it drives him crazy not being able to get out there on stage -- Nicole hates seeing him the dumps, but she's told him he's lucky to be able to spend so much time with their daughters Sunday and Faith -- with Nicole set to play comedy legend Lucille Ball in Being the Ricardos, which starts filming this spring, that can only put more stress on the marriage but Nicole has no plans to slow down, and she's not making any apologies

Page 30: Patrick Duffy and Linda Purl went from zero to 60 practically overnight, but their turbo-charged romance appears to be slowing down -- ever since Patrick and Linda reconnected last summer, the late-in-life lovebirds have been joined at the hip at Linda's Colorado home, where things have gotten too close for comfort because Patrick's a laid-back guy, but he hasn't had a moment to himself because Linda is always pushing him to get outdoors and do stuff with her and Patrick feels the need for more space and some along time -- spending every moment together and hanging on each other's every word was fun for a while, but they don't want to lose their independence and they realize they need to bring their relationship back down to earth if they actually want to go the distance

* After nearly five blissful years together, Britney Spears and Sam Asghari are still going strong, and it looks like a baby could be in their near future -- Sam recently sent tongues wagging when he revealed that he wants to take their relationship to the next step and be a young dad and Britney is totally on board because she has always wanted another child and now with Sam raring to go, she figures it's the perfect time -- growing her family would be a welcome distraction from Britney's bitter battle with her father Jamie Spears over her controversial conservatorship

* Love Bites -- Jenni "JWoww" Farley and Zack Carpinello engaged, Morena Baccarin and husband Ben McKenzie welcomed a son named Arthur, Nicolas Cage and Riko Shibata married

Page 32: Cover Story -- Palace in Crisis -- the Royal Family is in disarray following Prince Harry and Meghan Markle's bombshell tell-all -- what really offended them was how much Harry and Meghan said they love Queen Elizabeth in one sentence and attacked the institution, everything she stands for and works for, in the next -- it's going to take a miracle for Harry to reconcile with his family after what he and Meghan revealed

Page 36: Celebrity Hall Passes -- stars reveal the Hollywood crushes their partners have granted as freebies -- Eric Decker gets Jessica Alba and his wife Jessie James Decker gets Post Malone

Page 37: Lisa Vanderpump gets George Clooney, Seth Rogen gets Charlize Theron while his wife Lauren Miller gets Brad Pitt, Mark Consuelos and Kelly Ripa both get Cynthia Bailey

Page 38: Taron Egerton gets Rachel Weisz while his girlfriend Emily Thomas gets Daniel Craig, Kyle Richards wouldn't let her husband Mauricio Umansky near Eva Longoria or Demi Moore but he gets a hall pass for Betty White, Beau Clark gets Bethenny Frankel while wife Stassi Schroeder gets Joaquin Phoenix

Page 40: Interview -- Queen Latifah -- the entertainment icon is having a blast kicking butt in her new TV crime drama The Equalizer

Page 42: The Great Outdoors -- these stars know fresh air and fitness make a killer combo

Page 46: Style Week -- Hailey Bieber has been named global ambassador for Superga's Spring/Summer 2021 season

Page 48: What's Hot Right Now -- lifestyle brand Sporty & Rich just launched chic athleisure pieces to help you look effortlessly cool this season -- Amber Valletta

Page 49: Stylish Shades -- shop Ashley Graham's flattering frames the model's new collection with Quay

Page 50: Chic House Dresses -- trade knits for airy frocks that will make you feel beautiful all through spring -- Whitney Port

Page 52: Girls' Getaway -- planning a safe spring break with a few BFFs? Pack these stylish essentials to easily look fab on the fly -- Rita Ora

Page 54: Entertainment

Page 55: Q&A with Wayne Brady

Page 58: Buzz -- Lady Gaga sent the internet into a frenzy after sharing a behind-the-scenes photo of herself with Adam Driver from the set of their Ridley Scott movie, House of Gucci

Page 60: Sound Bites -- Cardi B on staying away from celebs, Mary Steenburgen on husband Ted Danson, Kate Hudson on her iconic yellow dress from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

Page 61: Paul Bettany on his stunt with Tom Hanks in The Da Vinci Code, Jada Pinkett Smith on not focusing on exterior beauty at age 49, Nikki Bella on being intimate with fiance Artem Chigvintsev, Charlize Theron on homeschooling, Julia Garner on her roles of choice

Page 62: Horoscope -- Aries Jessica Chastain turned 44 on March 24

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Paris Hilton

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--//Virgo Vega\\--

…// (Alice Medina/“Virgo Vega”, cis female) has entered Night City. She is 34 years old and looks a lot like Martha Higareda. You can usually find her working as the owner of Lovelace Brothel somewhere in (Japantown). Some would describe her as (Loyal and Protective) as well as (Quick-tempered and Sarcastic). Her aesthetic is often described as (Shotgun on her desk during hostile meetings, holding the hands of girls as broken as her) and she’s known as The Caregiver. (Lou, 25, They/Them, UTC+13) \\…

Basic Information

Full Name: Alice Marian Medina

Nicknames: Tiny, firecracker

Preferred Name: Virgo Vega

Birthday: April 4th, 2044

Age: 34

Sexuality: Bisexual, questioning romantic orientation

Zodiac: Aries

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Former Joytoy, current owner of the Lovelace Brothel

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Hispanic

BACKGROUND:

Place of Birth: Night City, Free State of Northern California

Hometown: Night City

PHYSICAL:

Face Claim: Martha Higareda

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Dark brown, but often sports wigs

Height: 5′2"

Dominant hand: Right

Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc:

A large light tattoo of mechanical wings across her shoulder blades

Several fading scars on her abdomen

Cyberwear: None

RELATIONSHIPS:

Ex-Significant Other(s): Dated a few people throughout the years, but was fucked over too many times to risk trusting people again, especially with all her joytoy workers she needs to look after.

Current Significant Other: None

BACKSTORY:

Alice is a born and raised Night City woman. Her parents were both killed when she was very young in a drive-by, and for the majority of her formative years she was raised by her older brother, while they scrambled around looking for food. She was admitted into medical school when she turned 18, a miracle really, but after a violent incident was kicked out.

She then made her way to Japantown, and Lovelace Brothel, which was at this time owned by Irina Fox, and made herself a little family of sex workers, but also kept in close contact with her brother.

Over the next 14 years, she dealt with a lot of shit, had a lot of sex, learned to fight and protect herself, and eventually inherited The Lovelace from Fox when she sadly passed away, 4 years ago. She spends most of her days now having meetings, kicking assholes out of her brothel, and protecting her workers.

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

Talents: Great aim with a shotgun, intimidation, calm under stress

Drive?: Yes

Jump-Start a car?: Yes

Change a Flat Tire?: Yes

Ride a Bicycle?: No

Swim?: Yes

Play an Instrument?: Can sing, and play a bit of guitar

Play Chess?: Yes

Tie a Tie?: Yes

Pick a lock?: Yes

FAVOURITE THINGS

Activity: Reading, sleeping, people-watching from her balcony

Beverage: Black coffee, dark beer, and hot cocoa

Book: Star Wars extended universe books

Food: Pizza, greasy fries

Movie: Star Wars

Sport: To do: Pole dance, yoga, boxing. To watch: Boxing, bare-knuckle fights that break out in the streets

Song: Smile - Maisie Peters

#~this smile is a loaded gun~ about virgo #cyber.intro

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buckyfeelings · 4 years

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Culotte: Chapter One

Pairing: Mob!Seb x Stripper!Reader

Summary: When the strip club you work at gets a new owner...

A/N: This is my first fic for tumblr (so if the layout is weird sorry) and it’s also my first fic i’ve written in almost four years. So sorry again if there are grammatical errors etc.

Chatter filled the room alongside the clatter of makeup brushes as the girls prepared themselves for the night to come. Y/N was one amongst these girls, all of them here for different reasons; maybe it was to pay off late rent or just an easy way to make money fast. You had only started a few months ago when one of your closest friends Samara (known as Sam to you and as Black Lace to the paying customers of Culotte) had persuaded you into the whole idea.

‘’You know, if you wanna leave we can’’

Sam held your hand for reassurance causing you to give her a warm smile, she had been your first friend in New York. The two of you met when you were both assigned as roommates in your first year of college. You both clicked instantly, building a strong bond and soon becoming inseparable. Samara was like the sister you never really had and as the second year of college approached, the two of you decided to move out of the shitty college dorms and into an actual apartment. New York being New York made this a hard conquest, fortunately for the two of you had found a nice studio apartment. But New York being New York… meant that the rent was high. Two weeks into living in your new shared apartment the two of you found that paying $200 a week was becoming quite troublesome. And that’s how you now found yourself sitting with your best friend, waiting to get interviewed for this sumptuous strip club.

‘’I’m fine, I mean.. This is probably a more prehistoric way of making an onlyfans account but-’’

Laughter erupted between the two of you but was short lived when the door opened. A girl about the same age as you walked out, indicating it was time for the next interviewee. The two of you entered the room. It was small and dim-lit; much like one of the principal’s offices you’d see in a movie. Behind the large desk sat a handsome man quipped with silver hair in a rather expensive suit, he definitely fit the definition of a silver fox.

‘’One at a time.’’ He said sternly, pointing to the single chair in view. Samara looked at Y/N with a raised eyebrow and then picked up one of the extra chairs, placing it next to the other chair opposite the desk. ‘’We come as a package grandpa.’’ You sit in the chair next to Samara and watch him for a reply.

‘’Eh, fuck it. Don’t need you two sitting down for this anyways Get up’’

You both stood up as he eyed the two of you. ‘’Sway your hips’’ Samara was about to protest until the man said ‘’Look I’m gay, my boyfriend is waiting for me down the hall…. Just need to see if you can actually dance and you’re not wasting my time.’’ Samara sighed and started moving her hips, slowly bringing her arms up. You watched until you felt eyes on you that soon told you to do the same. Fighting a blush, you tried to mimic Sam’s moves, you were nervous but then you told yourself you shouldn’t be and tried to have fun with it.

‘’Alright that’s enough. You two are hired.’’ He says as he gets up from his seat. ‘’You’re gonna need new names’’

‘’But we didn’t even tell you our actua-’’ He cuts you off and points to Samara first ‘’Black Lace’’ and then pivots to your direction ‘’And you…. Princess.’’ You and Samara look at each other in confusion. ‘’Oh yeah, the name’s Eddy and welcome to Culotte ladies!’’ The last part he says in a faux french accent and makes his way towards the exit until he halts abruptly, slowly turning to face Y/N and Samara ‘’’You two work the weekends, only 10 an hour plus tips.. I’ll be seeing you ladies.’’ And with that, he was gone. Samara is the first to break the silence the second he leaves.

‘’What the fuck kind of stripper name is Black Lace’’

‘’I mean at least it’s better than the basic old Princess’’

‘’No, Princess suits you Y/N. It captures your whole pure essence’’

That was almost four months ago. You had now gotten comfortable with your new ‘job’ - You could work with your best friend, it paid nice and sometimes the men weren’t so bad. Eddy had you all waiting in the changing room for some big announcement.

Four months and you barely knew some of the girls in here, some were nice and others were just untouchable. But you did find yourself in a little circle amongst Sam and a couple other girls she’d become friends with. The door burst open with Eddy’s energetic energy filling the room. ‘’Ladies I have some news’’ those words caused the entire room to go silent, every head turned to Eddy to see what his so-called news was.

‘’I’m retiring’’ noise quickly found it’s way back to the room as everyone loaded Eddy with worrisome looks and questions.

‘’Girls, girls, girls, calm down. I’ve found a new, younger soul to run the place. I know it won’t be the same as Ol’ Eddy but this man sure knows business, he’ll take care of ya the way I did. As a matter of fact, he’s here right now, I’ll quickly pop out and get him so he can meet all of you.’’

Everyone started talking all at once once Eddy had left, Sam and the other girls next to you joined in on the topic at hand. You listened, not one to give your opinion on the matter. Although you did mention that It did feel like it was his time to retire, he was getting old and fighting one nasty cough. The sound of chatter started to quieten as soon as footsteps were heard coming from the hallway. Eddy had returned now with a much younger man, whose features were very refined, eyes the bluest you’ve ever seen and a beard that’d haunt your dreams for days. The mystery man, clad with a burgundy suit, places one hand into his pocket as he eyes all the girls and stops to lock eyes with you. He keeps his gaze frozen on you while Eddy introduces him.

‘’Everyone, this is Sebastian Stan. Your new boss.’’

‘’Sebastian, this is-’’ Eddy points to every girl in the room, identifying them by their stripper names and not their real ones. All while Sebastian’s gaze never leaves your face. You felt your cheeks blush the entire time, trying to keep eye contact with Eddy to refrain from Sebastian’s stark gaze.

‘’Zelda’’

‘’Dottie’’

‘’Roxie’’

‘’Black Lace and Princess.’’ finishing the list of names he turns to Sebastian, whose gaze seems to be glued onto you. ‘’Princess?’’ he holds out his hand for you to shake. In the heat of the moment you take it and he brings it to his lips for a kiss ‘’Enchanté princess.’’ He lets your hand drop and quietly exits the room with Eddy following suit just before giving you a wink.

‘’Well, do you wanna tell us what that was about?’’

Still in shock of what happened you had no idea how to respond, hell you had no idea if you could even move right now. A man that handsome had just flirted (?) with you. The rest of the evening goes on like any other at Culotte. You kinda hoped you’d see Sebastian again but he was nowhere to be seen. By the time your shift was over had changed into something more comfortable and got your bicycle ready for the ride home. Little did you know Sebastian was watching you from the front seat of his black Porsche and boy was he getting all hot seeing your new outfit that did nothing to hide your perfect legs.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #seb stan #seb stan x reader #mob!seb #mob!sebastian stan #stripper!reader

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𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟸𝟻; 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽.

fox jones.

INSPIRED BY : max wolfe ( gossip girl 2021 ) , jason todd ( dc ) , peter quint ( haunting of bly manor ) , santana lopez ( glee ) , patrick bateman ( american psycho ) , ransom drysdale ( knives out ) , billy hargrove ( stranger things )

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

BIRTH NAME. fox everett jones ( birth name lost to the sands of time. ) NICKNAMES. n/a DATE OF BIRTH. august 25 AGE. twenty-three. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SPECIES. human POWERS. n/a. SEXUALITY. bisexual. PLACE OF BIRTH. manhattan, new york. CURRENT RESIDENCE. elias, califorina. OCCUPATION. leader of mystery inc / influencer.

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

HEIGHT. 5'11" BUILD. lean with muscle definition HAIR COLOUR/STYLE. brunette // ( x ) EYE COLOUR. blue. PIERCINGS. ears. TATTOOS. a rose. ( x ) NOTABLE MARKINGS. many scars from when he lived with his birth family. GLASSES/CONTACTS ? neither. FACECLAIM. manu rios. VOICECLAIM. manu rios. ( x / x )

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷

PHYSICAL AILMENTS. none. ALLERGIES. ibuprofen. SLEEPING HABITS. irregular sleep patterns depending on the day. EMOTIONAL STABILITY. 4/10. BODY TEMPERATURE. even temperature DOMINANT HAND. ambidextrous . DRUGS / SMOKE / ALCOHOL ? i mean if he’s at an influencer party / yes / yes

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

TROPES. deadpan snarker, jerk with a heart of gold, never my fault, parental betrayal, pretty boy POSITIVE TRAITS. natural-born leader, calculating, collected NEGATIVE TRAITS. cruel, arrogant, self-loathing USUAL MOOD. unfazed. LIKES. classic literature, winning, validation from people, the supernatural, hugs ( from people he likes ), the feeling of a crisp fall morning, designer clothes DISLIKES. emotional vulnerability, the feelings of being abandoned or replaced, being perceived, carbs BAD HABITS. pushing people away who care for him, being a social chameleon so people will like him.

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

MOTHER. serena fain. FATHER. freddy jones. SIBLINGS. dorothea & talia jones. CHILDREN. none. BIRTH ORDER. youngest of three. SIGNIFICANT OTHER. stefan mcqueen, 👀. CLOSEST FRIENDS. the skellingtons.

𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂

ZODIAC SIGN. virgo. MBTI. estp. TEMPERAMENT. melancholic-choleric. HOGWARTS HOUSE. slytherin. MORAL ALIGNMENT. chaotic evil.

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 & 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, spanish, german & french DRIVE ? yes. JUMP START A CAR ? yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE ? he’d rather have stefan do it. RIDE A BICYCLE ? yes. SWIM ? yes. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT ? yes. PLAY CHESS ? yes. BRAID HAIR ? yes. TIE A TIE ? yes. PICK A LOCK ? yes. SEW ? yes, his mom taught him.

COMPASSION. 4/10.

EMPATHY. 3/10.

CREATIVITY. 8/10.

MENTAL FLEXIBILITY. 9/10.

PASSION. 7/10.

LUCK. 8/10.

MOTIVATION. 9/10.

EDUCATION. 10/10.

INTELLIGENCE. 10/10.

CHARISMA. 10/10.

REFLEXES. 9/10.

WILLPOWER. 5/10.

STAMINA. 9/10.

PHYSICAL STRENGTH. 8/10.

BATTLE SKILL. 9/10.

INITIATIVE. 9/10.

RESTRAINT. 5/10.

STRATEGY. 10/10.

TEAM WORK. 3/10.

( pinterest, his tag, playlist. )

#watask #* .・ and i let them think they saved me » fox.#baby baby boy evil #but less evil bc his mom <3

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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White or red wine? None now, I don’t drink. I used to like white wine, though. Red wine gave me a bad headache.

Who was the last person you hugged? My mom.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? Nope.

Where did your first kiss take place? At my high school behind the drama department.

Do you prefer foxes or wolves? Wolves.

What is your shoe size? 6 in women’s (US). I can wear a 3 in a kid’s boy size.

Do you prefer fruit or vegetables? I’m not big on either, but out of the two I have more veggies cause I eat spinach and potatoes pretty often.

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Nope.

What does your outfit consist of today? Leggings and an oversized graphic tee of course.

What are your bust-waist-hip measurements? I have no idea.

Are you a hypocrite? Everyone is.

Why did you last cry? Blah.

What are your favourite smells? Sigh. I’m tired of listing them. What are your favourite textures? Soft or fuzzy things are nice.

Fur or feathers? Fur. My doggo’s fur is very soft.

Tartan or tweed? Tartan.

Leopard print or neon? Neon.

Any beauty tips? Ha, no. I’m definitely not the one to ask.

If you won a LOT of money the lottery and decided to move, where would you move to? I’m not sure where exactly.

Alcoholic beverage of choice? None.

What is more attractive: Nice hands or nice feet? Hands. I don’t like feet at all.

What’s the youngest you would consider dating? Just a year younger, but I’d really prefer to go older. Are thongs sexy? I don’t think they are. They don’t seem like they’d be comfortable at all. And I get most probably don’t wear them for that reason, but still. I don’t get it.

Did you grow up in a healthy environment? Yes. I have no one to blame for why I turned out to be such a mess except for myself.

What do you think of when I say “the twenties"? The roaring 20s. Remember when people thought this year would be like a scene straight out of The Great Gatsby? Instead we got the plague and economical issues part of the ‘20s. Hell, even prohibition in a way since bars are closed.

Is penetration important to you? Wow, you just slip that in. Ha, bad choice of words.

What did your last text read? I don’t feel like checking.

Can you ride a bicycle? Nope.

What sport were you best at in high school? None. I didn’t play sports.

Who do you miss right now? My loved ones who have passed away.

What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink.

What is your sexuality? Straight.

Heavy rain or heatwave? Heavy rain hands down.

Chicken or fish? Chicken.

Do you think suits are sexy? Guys in a nice suit can certainly be very attractive. “Every girl’s crazy about a sharp dressed man.”

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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firsttimeuser: Girl with the bicycle. Photo by Evelyn Hofer, Dublin, 1966; souleyes: Andy; puppydogsburogu: Wes Anderson rides a bike — Saoirse Ronan’s bike, and carrying Saorise Ronan’s supply of Mendl’s baked goods — from the new book, “The Wes Anderson Collection: The Grand Budapest Hotel” (Abrams, $35). Photo: Martin Scali/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp. © Rides a Bike FB

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#evelyn hofer #wes anderson #andy warhol #triptych #triptychon

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Hello! I've been following you for quite some time and I wanted to say thank you for your analysis on the Naruto Universe, it made me question a lot of things I didn't think about! The only issue for me was the treatment of kid Naruto and why nobody told about his parents or his clan. Maybe it was because of the suspension of disbelief that I didn't see all the worldbuilding problems...Anyway, thanks a lot, Your blog is really cool!

So there’s two parts to this.

1. When you have a fantasy world, you ideally need a POV character through whom you can explain things without having to resort to inexplicable “as you know…” scenes. If two people are meeting up to ride bicycles, they don’t stand around for five minutes first discussing how bicycles work and how one rides them and their position in society. Nor, when you turn on the news, and it talks about UK prime minister Theresa May, it’s not going to start with an explanation of what a prime minister is or where the United Kingdom is. If you have something which, in the fantasy world, is as commonplace as a bicycle or as well-known as the United Kingdom, it seems odd to have exposition dialogue. But! You can get around this by having a protagonist who is either an idiot or an outsider.

So part of keeping Naruto so ignorant and so in the dark serves this narrative purpose. Why wasn’t Naruto better trained and better informed? Because then he can learn and we can learn through him. Also, it enables this background information to be turned into plot twists and surprises.

The other big meta reason is “hey you, kid who feels all alone and unloved and worthless–you’re not! someone will someday recognize you and you’re going to find friends and be somebody, believe it!” is a compelling narrative.

Third meta reason is that Kishimoto hadn’t even come up with most of the backstory when he established that Naruto was an unloved orphan. Naruto couldn’t know stuff that the author didn’t even invent yet…

2. So that’s a meta part. Now the headcanon, in-universe explanation.

Kishimoto, IIRC, at one point tries to play it off that it was “to protect Naruto from enemies” that he was given the surname of his mother. But that makes even less sense than naming him Namikaze, because the Uzumaki were an infamous, even legendary clan, and because c’mon, you expect me to believe that the enemies of the village didn’t know that Minato was married to an Uzumaki?!

So that reason sucks and should be terminated with extreme prejudice. But there’s another reason which is all too plausible.

In my headcanon, Naruto’s surname was changed so that Naruto wouldn’t make the connection between himself and the fourth Hokage. Why? Because how would Naruto handle that information? He would demand to know more. He might make the connection between the Hokage defeating the demon fox, which was not a secret, and the seal on his own stomach and the dark voice in his own heart. And then what might he do?

This ties in with my headcanon that people did not primarily avoid Naruto because they hated him but because they were afraid of him; afraid of him turning into what the one tail jinchuuriki, and many others, were; uncontrolled random killers.

Basically under this headcanon, Iruka fucked up Hiruzen’s plan to keep Naruto docile and untrained within the village by actually graduating him to genin. And then at that point Hiruzen… places him on a team with another student he doesn’t want leaving the village and a girl without any special talents who isn’t expected to do anything great, with a teacher who is notorious for failing teams and deeply mentally ill?

That’s right: under this headcanon, team 7 was intended to fail.

Basically the only way to make Naruto make sense is to make Hiruzen even more of a bastard, but it’s a price I am willing to pay.

#team 7 #naruto analysis #iruka hero hiruzen zero #this start as a 10 minute ask but then i got into it #oops #naruto #anti hiruzen #naruto uzumaki #headcanon #worldbuilding #i should have a tag for asks #iruka

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littlemusicreviews · 4 years

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200 Best Songs of the 2010s

200. Neon Indian – “Annie”

199. Hop Along – “Somewhere A Judge”

198. Empress Of – “Standard”

197. Mitski – “Townie”

196. The 1975 – “It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You)”

195. Jessica Mauboy (feat. Ludacris) – “Saturday Night”

194. Sheer Mag – “Worth The Tears”

193. The Range – “Florida”

192. Tove Lo – “Disco Tits”

191. Jamie xx (feat. Young Thug & Popcaan) – “I Know There’s Gonna Be (Good Times)

190. Florence + The Machine – “Queen Of Peace”

189. School ’94 – “Common Sense”

188. Majical Cloudz – “Heavy”

187. Years & Years – “All For You”

186. Sleigh Bells – “Sugarcane”

185. Britney Spears – “Man On The Moon”

184. Miike Snow – “Bavarian #1 (Say You Will)”

183. Justin Timberlake – “Mirrors”

182. Taylor Swift – “Cruel Summer”

181. Animal Collective – “FloriDada”

180. easyFun – “Blink”

179. Kacey Musgraves – “Dime Store Cowgirl”

178. Lykke Li – “Gunshot”

177. Lana Del Rey – “Ride”

176. Elliphant – “Not Ready”

175. Phoenix – “Chloroform”

174. Kim Petras – “Hillside Boys”

173. Natalia Kills – “Free”

172. Chelsea Wolfe – “After The Fall”

171. Sky Ferreira – “One”

170. Charli XCX – “You (Ha Ha Ha)”

169. CHAI – “Feel The Beat”

168. Lim Kim – “Awoo”

167. Justin Bieber – “Sorry”

166. Liz – “When I Rule The World”

165. Normani – “Motivation”

164. Teyana Taylor – “WTP”

163. Mac DeMarco – “Passing Out Pieces”

162. Sam Smith – “I’m Not The Only One”

161. Icona Pop – “Light Me Up”

160. Jessie J – “Domino”

159. Phantogram – “Don’t Move”

158. Miguel – “Adorn”

157. Susanne Sundfør – “White Foxes”

156. Kero Kero Bonito – “Picture This”

155. Crystal Castles – “Celestica”

154. Alexis Jordan – “Happiness”

153. Sharon Van Etten – “Your Love Is Killing Me”

152. Solange – “Losing You”

151. Washed Out – “All I Know”

150. Caribou – “Odessa”

149. Beyoncé – “XO”

148. Georgia – “About Work The Dancefloor”

147. Jamila Woods – “Blk Girl Soldier”

146. Empress Of – “When I’m With Him”

145. A$AP Rocky (feat. Skrillex) – “Wild For The Night”

144. Dreamtrak – “Odyssey, Pt. 2 (A. G. Cook Remix)”

143. SBTRKT (feat. Little Dragon) – “Wildfire”

142. Avril Lavigne – “What The Hell”

141. Cults – “Oh My God”

140. Alvvays – “Archie, Marry Me”

139. Kacey Musgraves – “Slow Burn”

138. James Blake (feat. Bon Iver) – “I Need A Forest Fire��

137. Charli XCX (feat. MØ) – “3AM (Pull Up)”

136. Sir Babygirl – “Pink Lite”

135. CEO – “Illuminata”

134. Katy Perry – “Teenage Dream”

133. Japanese Breakfast – “Rugged Country”

132. Carly Rae Jepsen – “Cut To The Feeling”

131. SOPHIE – “Bipp”

130. Charli XCX – “Vroom Vroom”

129. Katy Perry – “Wide Awake”

128. A. G. Cook (feat. Hannah Diamond) – “Keri Baby”

127. Julianna Barwick – “Vow”

126. Sleigh Bells – “Comeback Kid”

125. Hatchie – “Sleep”

124. Ke$ha – “Die Young”

123. Blanck Mass – “Please”

122. B.o.B (feat. Hayley Williams) – “Airplanes”

121. The Wonder Years – “Passing Through A Screen Door”

120. Sevdaliza – “Hubris”

119. Tobias Jesso Jr. – “How Could You Babe”

118. Kanye West (feat. Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver) – “Monster”

117. Joanna Newsom – “Anecdotes”

116. Purity Ring – “Stranger Than Earth”

115. Vampire Weekend – “Unbearably White”

114. Local Natives – “Heavy Feet”

113. Last Dinosaurs – “Andy”

112. fun. – “Some Nights”

111. Danny Brown – “Ain’t It Funny”

110. Neon Indian – “Polish Girl”

109. Regina Spektor – “The Light”

108. Rhye – “Open”

107. Lana Del Rey – “Brooklyn Baby”

106. hellogoodbye – “Finding Something To Do”

105. Bruno Mars – “Just The Way You Are”

104. Bon Iver – “Holocene”

103. CHVRCHES – “Clearest Blue”

102. Mount Eerie – “Seaweed”

101. Fiona Apple – “Werewolf”

100. Edward Maya (feat. Vika Jigulina) – “Stereo Love”

99. How To Dress Well – “Words I Don’t Remember”

98. AlunaGeorge – “Your Drums, Your Love”

97. LIGHTS – “Banner”

96. Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros – “Home”

95. Kendrick Lamar – “The Blacker The Berry”

94. Starfucker – “The White Of Noon”

93. Everything Everything – “Regret”

92. Two Door Cinema Club – “Undercover Martyn”

91. Bombay Bicycle Club – “Shuffle”

90. Marina & The Diamonds – “Oh No!”

89. Ed Sheeran – “Castle On The Hill”

88. Lykke Li – “Sadness Is A Blessing”

87. Julia Holter – “Feel You”

86. Real Estate – “Talking Backwards”

85. Tame Impala – “‘Cause I’m A Man”

84. Passion Pit – “Constant Conversations”

83. Kyary Pamyu Pamyu – “PONPONPON”

82. Adele – “Someone Like You”

81. Calvin Harris – “Feel So Close”

80. You, Me, And Everyone We Know – “The Puzzle”

79. Waxahatchee – “8 Ball”

78. Grimes – “Artangels”

77. Florist – “Glowing Brightly”

76. Perfume Genius – “Mr. Peterson”

75. Sky Ferreira – “Werewolf (I Like You)”

74. Big Thief – “Forgotten Eyes”

73. Christine And The Queens – “iT”

72. Drake (feat. Rihanna) – “Take Care”

71. Autre Ne Veut – “Play By Play”

70. James Blake – “Retrograde”

69. Mitski – “Geyser”

68. Perfume Genius – “Hood”

67. Weyes Blood – “Movies”

66. Vanessa Carlton – “London”

65. Waxahatchee – “Air”

64. Crystal Castles – “Affection”

63. Charli XCX – “Boom Clap”

62. Bombay Bicycle Club – “Home By Now”

61. Vampire Weekend – “White Sky”

60. Big Thief – “Mythological Beauty”

59. Ariana Grande (feat. Zedd) – “Break Free”

58. Marina & The Diamonds – “Froot”

57. Kendrick Lamar – “Swimming Pools (Drank)”

56. Mayday Parade – “Stay”

55. Cee-Lo – “Fuck You”

54. Marina & The Diamonds – “Primadonna”

53. Sigur Rós – “Ísjaki”

52. Beach House – “Woo”

51. SZA – “Garden (Say It Like That)”

50. Wynter Gordon – “Dirty Talk”

49. Alt-J – “Breezeblocks”

48. Carly Rae Jepsen – “Want You In My Room”

47. Sky Ferreira – “Everything Is Embarrassing”

46. Ball Park Music – “It’s Nice To Be Alive”

45. Hundred Waters – “Wave To Anchor”

44. Florence + The Machine – “Never Let Me Go”

43. FKA twigs – “Cellophane”

42. Youth Lagoon – “Mute”

41. Ariana Grande – “Into You”

40. Of Monsters And Men – “Mountain Sound”

39. Björk – “Stonemilker”

38. Paramore – “Still Into You”

37. Future Islands – “Seasons (Waiting On You)”

36. Solange – “Cranes In The Sky”

35. Lorde – “Perfect Places”

34. Ball Park Music – “Coming Down”

33. Rihanna (feat. Drake) – “What’s My Name”

32. Perfume Genius – “Slip Away”

31. CHVRCHES – “The Mother We Share”

30. SOPHIE – “Immaterial”

29. Vampire Weekend – “Hannah Hunt”

28. Sufjan Stevens – “John My Beloved”

27. A.A.L (Against All Logic) – “I Never Dream”

26. Deakin – “Good House”

25. Beach House – “Silver Soul”

24. ANOHNI – “Drone Bomb Me”

23. M83 – “Midnight City”

22. Sampha – “(No One Knows Me) Like The Piano”

21. Lorde – “A World Alone”

20. Beach House – “Myth”

19. Sabrina Claudio – “Wanna Know”

18. Grimes – “Genesis”

17. Purity Ring – “Fineshrine”

16. The Wonder Years – “And Now I’m Nothing”

15. Beach House – “Sparks”

14. Hatchie – “Without A Blush”

13. Robyn – “Dancing On My Own”

12. Rihanna (feat. Calvin Harris) – “We Found Love”

11. Alvvays – “In Undertow”

10. Nicki Minaj – “Super Bass”

9. Frank Ocean – “Thinkin Bout You”

8. Beyoncé – “Countdown”

7. Lana Del Rey – “Born To Die”

6. Deerhunter – “Helicopter”

5. Azealia Banks (feat. Lazy Jay) – “212”

4. Carly Rae Jepsen – “Run Away With Me”

3. FKA twigs – “Two Weeks”

2. Sky Ferreira – “I Blame Myself”

1. Mitski – “Your Best American Girl”

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A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning | 04

Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst, Stepbrother AU

Pairing: Stepbrother!Namjoon x English student!Reader

Warning: Possessive/Toxic behaviour & relationships, self-harm

Summary: Love comes in many shapes, but does not always have a prosperous fate. However, whereas parents might have found it, all the children can do is live in kalopsia.

Forbidden yet denying the mourning of the path chosen for them by Fate.

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Remorse is at times an unrighteous sentiment begotten from a crime that is inherently not the accomplice’s but for which blame is felt regardless of knowing the true culprit, the factor that moved the hands of an innocent bystander who tried to fight against temptation. Notwithstanding, even when it is deserved, it will be tried to be avoided with assumed white lies which cover up the impact of the evoked disillusioning chaos. Just to maintain a sense of clarity, of logic.

Of Sense.

Right now, it is endeavoured to be found in the steps of onyx lacquered shoes and equally dark worn sneakers stained with Scottish mud over mustard and brick tiles leading towards the historic city centre pierced by canals and where it is more likely to get run over by a bicycle than a car. Yet, it is not enough for there are no explanations for why it cannot return when they cross the bridge and walk towards the plaza of the Holy Virgin.

Halfway through the street with furniture stores, cafés and individual shops, however, a worrying distraction - but one, nonetheless - appears in the form of the accidentally revealed novel pinkish scar by an unconsciously pushed up dusk-shaded sleeve, the friction of which also moves the scarlet shirt underneath. The rigid misplaced colour palette on caramel makes feet stop immediately, the sudden action making the silver wolf whose hand is held also halt to look backwards at the frozen ashen Red Riding Hood.

This is something that should have been put in the past a long time ago.

Had been, for the canvas of white scars did not seem to be altered for a long time. Then again, when had it last been looked at in recent times, carefully inspected on a regular basis during any period in the past two years?

Face almost as pale as a ghost, a mirror of the ghastly expression in frightened eyes which are near tears with grave concern, the wound is meticulously investigated now that it is broadly on display. Old habits have been abandoned in favour of pleasing a koala ignorant of the mutual feelings of the protector, but it would, unfortunately, seem not all are left behind.

‘When did this happen?’ Speech has been reduced to a frightened whisper, rapidly closing the unintentionally established distance to trace fingers over the fresh cut. ‘When did you do this?’

‘Do what?’ With a firm tug, the wrist is attempted to be freed from the unsuspectingly suddenly firm hold yet fails in doing so. Instead of another try, there is faked dismissing bewilderment in espresso irises despite knowing full well the signs shown by Reality cannot be denied. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Joon, there’s no use in playing pretend. Especially not now.’ The palm covers the hideousness from the sight of the world, silent pleads enforcing the repeated inquiry with a gradually breaking voice, reduced further and further into the rubble the heart has become at the bodily discovery. ‘When? Please, I need to know.’

Already once it had been too close to a disastrous ending and ever since there has been an unspoken oath to the grey-haired poet and the wordy girl living under the same roof.

It was on the night shortly - six months or so ago - after commemorating moving in as step-siblings a year earlier when, in hindsight only realized, forbidden feelings towards an unworthy student of English Language and Culture had begun to develop in earnest. The far from hushed arguments about missed Skype calls or very vague answers making the Korean Fox suspicious of adultery that had become more frequent resonate anew in the ears now, that night vivid once more as the shapes on the cave wall change to portray past shadows instead of their contemporary counterparts.

Sleep did not come easy as the bladder was continuously complaining about the grand amount of two cups of coffee it had to endure, one right after dinner before going to the gym with Namjoon - the usual sport buddy - and later the second while comfortably reading the short stories for the next seminar until lids began to feel heavy. Annoyed by the incapability of the Body to ignore the need until dawn, the bed was reluctantly abandoned as the first October breath blew through the open window, padding slowly down the attic stairs only to speed up to a run when low sobs disturbed the noisy creaking of the steps. Jeonja and Da were still downstairs, the television so loud it could be clearly heard upstairs, seeing as the latter seems to be annoyingly hard-hearing, and thus the soft crying was easily tuned out for those sitting in happy comfort in the living room.

The scared red-rimmed puffy eyes holding the horrifying resignation of the broad-shouldered bear clad in a simple raven-toned hoodie and monotone alabaster T-shirt looked up at the intruder, a panicked figure outfitted in a shirt stolen from the one on the tiled floor which held a sliver of the scent of smoke and coffee - the elements of late summer nights together - and who was turned to stone like during the recent event on the plaza of the Separated Church while staring at the trembling horrific boxcutter and flow of dark crimson.

Punishment. That one simple word formed the answer after the cursing outcry and the vulgar language that followed in its wake but was stopped as soon as the faucet provided the water to wash away the blood. Attention turned then to cleaning the wound precariously close to the pulse, ignoring to the best of personal ability the absurd excuses that it was well deserved. That this care was not necessary.

That I needed to stop.

But all of the begging was in vain, commanding to keep the wrist under the running jet of a million white healing drops as bare feet rushed out to the parental bedroom. A fist smashed the light switch to turn it on and shaking hasty digits searched for the first-aid kit in the lowest drawer of the wardrobe by the window providing a view of the small backyard, finding it to a small curt elevation to a sense of relief after noisily turning the whole thing upside-down.

Fearful of every second being potentially the last one, a sprint was pulled in the return to the bathroom and knees fallen to on the ground with a low thud that made Namjoon reach out toward the naked thigh, carefully, as if it were made of china, caressing the skin with ironic concern. ‘Are you hurt?’

‘This isn’t the time to worry about me, Joon.’ The most nearby towel was pulled from the radiator on the wall after ending the limitless stream of rushing water, the big tanned hand remaining in place on a much smaller body and occasionally tightening the hold with the need to hang on to anything real when the surface beneath the touch moved. The conflicting corrupted sentiments about Love were oppressed entirely by the overwhelming panic speeding up the beat of a heart that normally could reach a similar pace just by being together, thus nullifying the ability to take notice of the intimacy and let it add to futile Fancy. ‘It’s you whose important now.’

As if having been a nurse in a former life, the right wrist was taken into the lap and properly taken care of, bandaging it up while applying pressure to stop the scarlet flow damaging both present parties. Afterwards, when gazes met once more and the one of the then ashy brown bear was noticed to be watery, a small palm automatically placed itself on the warm salt-streaked cheek, a thumb lovingly wiping away the tears. Ever since, the gesture has had the same calming effect on the poet, be it in when sorrowfully sitting by the bathtub with a shining sharp boxcutter in hand to cut open flesh to end the influence of Life or when raging with jealous menace at seeing the chances with one who should never be threatened on academic grounds.

Though not really affectionate in general, sometimes exceptions are made for a koala and thus the guardian let the one he protects till this very day crawl into the lap and run digits through hair after removing the dark twilight hood, arms sprinkled with the traces of past wounds, revealed by pushed up sleeves, strongly embracing a hapless girl who buried her nose in comforting smoky skin with the wish to never have it taken away. The boxcutter, however, was dearly wished to be erased. Vanished to never return.

Just once the renewed flight to cigarettes was excused.

Because Love is not trivial.

But it is filled with compromise.

Yet, protecting one another is not one. It is a lasting promise.

Forevermore.

Reality returns as shadows figure themselves again to their earlier shapes, a grey wolf mockingly and hesitantly attempting to avoid having to reply to the inquiry when the latest scar was added to the hideous canvas. ‘Let’s just go for solely coffee instead. I’m not that hungry.’ A step forward cannot happen, merely advancing half a meter due to being held back by deceivingly powerful determined hands. ‘Y/N, let’s just go. It’s nothing. Come on, bear.’

‘Answer me.’ Speech begins to crumble, slightly distorted by bordering on the edge of annoyed anger because of not getting any reply that could let a secret protector of a five-years-older man execute the duties accompanying the oath.

An indignant huff both causes a shot of hurt that clearly shows up in attitude and evokes another reason to stand tall, push through. ‘Why is it so important? It’s a one-time happening, a stupid slip-up. Besides, it happened a while ago.’

‘A while ago? It looks brand new to me.’ More recently healed wounds are remarked upon, not all of them faded into bleak alabaster. All of them punishments for different reasons or maybe the same. ‘Stop beating around the bush and just answer the fucking question!’

I should have checked more often. Looked for a knife or box cutter or just fucking anything that you could use to do this to yourself.

‘You’re making a scene.’ The roles are reversed, the pull on the hand more powerful this time to the extent it cannot be resisted, thus having to give in and stumble along until the Bagels and Beans on the corner of Mary’s plaza is reached, too concentrated to not fall flat on the face as earlier had been the risk.

‘Oh, as if you didn’t at the Dom. We’re not going anywhere before this issue is resolved.’ Composure is recomposed, revolting against unwavering leadership anew by putting a firm foot down, much to the annoyance of the neatly dressed debtor manager.

There is nothing human about the half-made comment being snarled in response to the resistance. ‘There is no-’

‘Obviously, there-’ But the vocal reaction to the cut-off one, going paired with a roll of the eyes, is also disregarded halfway through being formulated by the same speaker who was prematurely stopped too.

‘Last night!’ Panting like having run a marathon, Namjoon caves at last. Jeering confidence transforms into fragile remorseful uncertainty quickly at noticing the flinch frightened at the idea of potential harm for Namjoon has proven himself unpredictable, the softness of a baritone breaking voice repeating the same two words heart-wrenching. ‘Last night.’

‘Why?’

‘The breakup, it- I don’t know. My mind just turned off and all is a black hazy mess. It was- how to describe it? It was like waking up. Suddenly, I was just there, boxcutter in hand and blood was flowing. Oddly tranquil. Some idiotic side of me blamed me for giving up and pursue you, instead.’ A self-deprecating head shake goes paired with a dangerous smile displaying stark white teeth. ‘This part, it loved Heungji despite not recognizing you were there, the better alternative. That she was meaningless, a hopeless pursuit. But not you, you’re definitely worth it.’

A suffocating sense of doom tightens the throat, the next inquiry almost too horrifying due to the flashing images of more unseen wounds tainted with liquid life force. ‘It? Can you... elaborate?’

’The scars, the nights staying up trying to compose, be a better man. Be yours.’

‘You don’t need to harm yourself to be mine.’ The rapidly spoken assurance is met by no reaction, merely an absent glance sideways that signifies not getting any further information about the subject. Nonetheless, if not talking about the specifics of the topic, the broader aspects remain to be discussed. ‘And the others?’

The creepy glint lighting up espresso irises does not bode well, increasing the unease and confirming it upon speaking. ‘Recent fights between us, being there too little for you, failed music. A lot of variety in the reasons, so take your pick.’

‘I’d rather you take up smoking again than doing this.’ The established distance, just a step or two, is bridged as the formerly tightly held wrist is let go of. The face is buried in the musky scent of the scarlet shirt as quivering arms hug the beloved stepbrother turned lover, murmuring words into the fabric. ‘I thought therapy helped, that this was in the past.’

You’ve changed, but not entirely it seems. Stay with me, Namjoon.

For a moment, the gesture is not registered nor answered, but soon it is with gratefulness when warm arms quickly wrap themselves around narrow shoulders. ‘It’s needed for discipline, to remind myself you won’t miss me even if I were to disappear.’

‘Then what about what you said? You want to be there for me, provide for me but you can’t if you aren’t there. I couldn’t even for myself if you weren’t here. Remember what you said earlier?’ Eyes look up into those which have to stay, have become such a beloved sight despite the original distrust. Heavy heaves begin with the killing vision of a prospect without the bear who is occasionally a wolf, the morning coffees, the book dates, the help with studying. There will be nothing. Nothing but an emptiness which cannot be filled. ‘You need me and I need you. I don’t want yo- your company in the fo- form of a-’

Grave.

‘I’m still here, baby. I’m here so don’t think about that. On the good days, I can and do take care of you but there will be days when I can’t. Yet, please, don’t think about them even if they are a real risk. Because, after all, I want, no, need you to be happy. Either with or without me.’ Hands lovingly caress the semi-long grey-toned locks pressed against the stomach once more, the manner of which is to the contrary of how they were treated in the monastery gardens. And when looking up with mascara-streaked cheeks again after a moment of merely enjoying the intimacy, it is the old Namjoon gazing back, the sweet encouraging poet who was met two years ago. ‘Let’s not talk about this anymore, okay, bear?’

Foreheads briefly rest against each other, a firm palm on the right forearm maintaining a bit of distance as the left thumb removes the watery ugliness with a rare affection, before lips find each other in a chaste kiss reserved for innocent lovers. Something that will never be anything more but a kalopsia in our case, but for now it is a sweet white lie to believe.

Cold is replaced by warmth, stiff muscles losing their tenseness as the mind relaxes and settles into the current Reality.

Of us.

Together.

Alive.

There is no chance to get lost in the contact, push the boundaries a bit to end the innocence just enough to be imprinted with a rougher touch out of fear of never feeling that kind of love, his, again in the shadows of the end. Unfortunately, the silver poet retreats with a last peck on the forehead though a hand on the hip maintains the closeness. ‘I think you’ve also lost your appetite, so shall we just get a coffee at the station and go home?’

A meek nod confirms the agreement to the proposal, although day to day obligations have priority over spending longer amounts of time together during the week. Hence, to endeavour to measure this brief shared repose, hoping it can for once be stretched beyond the usual half hour, they are inquired after. ‘Don’t you have to return to work?’

‘It’s pretty quiet at the office so I don’t think I’ll be missed much.’ A playful shrug dismisses the topic, nothing left to be said, but that same hurtful sadness sneaks back into the only temporarily lit up dark brown irises of the tall guy, the smile on full lips fading into a straight line. ‘Finally some time for just us again.’

‘Joon?’ The hazy veil over the staring blind gaze lifts at the nickname, blinking in confusion before realizing what has happened. ‘We should make more time in our schedules to do this.’

‘Yeah, we should.’ Absent-minded fingers glide over arms clad in the camouflage winter jacket lined with brown wolf fur to entwine with ones they actually should not hold with the same sentiments that form the foundation of the gesture yet do. ‘We see so little of each other. We’re barely home and if we are, our parents are as well. I wish... I wish we had a place just for the two of us. There wouldn’t be a need to hide and we can live however we want. Be whoever we want to be, choose our own persona. Just you and me, living under one roof as a young couple.’

The concept sounds incredibly tempting and Sense hates it, which makes it even more so. It is an ideal situation that can only be truly accomplished if both parties involved put in the necessary effort because, thinking it through in rational terms, the sole way to acquiring a home with the current estate market is by sharing the financial burden. Especially if the plan is to buy instead of renting and all the more so in this part of the country where great important cities connect by means of a great multidimensional network. Furthermore, there is the conflict with morals. ‘I’d like that, but don’t you think we’re going a bit fast?’

‘We’ve been together for two years almost. I don’t think it’s such a drastic idea to play with at this point in time.’ As before, the way is guided by a compelling hand that is too gladly taken every time, exactly like Charles Dickens who took every opportunity there was to share a fact.

‘Two years as siblings, not as a couple. There is a difference.’ Fact.

‘I’ll make it happen. I promised you I’d provide and I shall.’ But the truth is dreamily though blatantly disregarded in favour of remaining under the influence of Fancy. ‘I promised...’

And both floating in surreal imaginations in a Reality painted on the unstable rocky walls by fire, a koala and bear continue the path to caffeinated rest.

Ignorant of facts.

On the top floor of the grand station is a small coffee shop where they serve exclusively the coffee by the great entrepreneur who took over the established general grocery shop in a town nobody has likely heard of by a slightly more known father and made it into a specialty store dealing in coffee, tea and tobacco. Till this very day, it is one of the most beloved brands of caffeine addicts just like the stylish and cosy cafes serving the various types of the same beverage are, even more so in the big urban areas.

None of the other customers seated behind the dogwood counter or on the lush green faux leather sofa nor at the grand table overlooking the mass of people below looks up or only shortly with disinterest before reverting focus to a newspaper or laptop, resuming the work or study. Nevertheless, as is expected of the individual fulfilling the function, the eyes of the female barista dart to the glass door of the cube in which the coffee shop is grounded and gain an awed lustre as soon as Namjoon sets one foot inside.

It is silly how unjust jealousy can evoke uncharacteristic behaviour, seething, boiling under the gaze of unwanted attention towards a beloved from a stranger. Henceforth, arms wrap around a well-formed one, holding onto it as a show of dominance to a denied peer with whom there should be no competition in the first place. After all, if women start to fight each other then all power they have gained through fairness and hardship will fall into the hands of corrupt men again. And if that happens, all the hard work put in place by ancestors walking in footsteps similar to Wollstonecraft will be in vain. Withal, the default sentiment towards cat fights does not even begin to nullify the envy hardly endeavoured to be suppressed, instead giving off a silent warning shot with multi-coloured irises.

He is taken.

He is mine.

The anchor clearly notices the unusually possessive clinging, raising an eyebrow in wondering amusement when being halfway to the counter. ‘Y/N, what are you doing?’

Not getting an answer aside from an ashamed huff and sideways glance, the answer is found regardless with a look at the counter and the person behind it. The flirtatious barista futilely tries to appear occupied with polishing a very clean cup but obviously has furiously blushing cheeks when accidentally locking gazes with Namjoon. The puzzle pieces form a complete laughable image, the corners of full lips curving upwards. ‘I see. My God, you are a paradox, bear. First claiming you’re not into me, slapping me in a public place only to have you,’ the smugly grinning stunning silver wolf leans in, a finger tracing the shape of the mouth not daring to speak after compelling the face to turn by the chin, whispering, ‘on your knees, happily sucking my cock.’

The blunt comment now renders the ability to form a response entirely nullified, tongue numb with the sinful memory of what happened in the monastery gardens and the salty aftermath. Within the small space, there are now two crimson faces.

A low chuckle is followed up by a quick yet slightly lingering coy kiss. ‘I’ve always been and will be yours. Go find a spot for us, babe. I’ll get you your reward.’

At first a tad reluctant to let go but trusting the tanned comforting man without restriction, a two-person seat is sought in the tiny café. Fortunately, the last one on the end of the fake dark green long couch can be snatched at the last second under the watchful gaze of the poet who is a few steps away, the hint of a scowl on a handsome face when noticing the eyes of some male customers wander to a recently claimed woman in forbidden love.

However, when sitting down and dividing the ordered drinks, the experienced discomfort at being apart from each other and left bare to the influence of strangers, however briefly, ebbs away. Like an innocent couple, lovers regard one another while sipping at the edge of the cups containing caffeinated liquid heaven. The only thing that gives away true sentiments is when occasionally foamed milk is licked away from the edges of the mouth as Joon watches silently with dark intentions, sometimes biting down on a plush bottom lip with a low barely audible groan, the gesture and sound of which drives the mind across the table reeling all over again.

Eventually, though, the hush is broken off in favour of inquiring shyly about the nagging sensations regarding what was said in the throes of pleasure. ‘Joon... what you said back there... in the cloister.’

Interest is evidently piqued, the espresso put down before fingers weave together and a listening demeanour is taken on. ‘What about it?’

‘Did- Did you mean it? Were you really pla- planning on doing that?’ The cappuccino is put down as well as a similar attitude is taken on, a finger gliding over the edge of the half-filled cup. ‘Bree- Breeding me?’

There is no hesitation upon answering, no sign of genuine lies in attitude while speaking. ‘Yes.’

‘Do you still... I mean-’ Lips purse in a temporary moment of contemplating jumbled words to form a coherent sentence which is formulated shortly afterwards, ‘Are y- you still planning on it?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh.’ The tips of fingers tap nervously together, waging one emotional conflict after another due to Sense endeavouring to press in on Fancy to gain terrain as in a great epic but finding a powerful enemy in them who is not so easily defeated. ‘You do.’

It is a meagre reply, this being emphasized by the sarcastic tone in a baritone voice remarking upon the comment. ‘That’s all you have to say? Just ‘oh’?’

‘It’s just that... that it feels like we’re moving so fast. I’m nineteen, barely an adult. I get your clock is ticking differently at twenty-four, but I don’t think I’m ready to have kids, if ever.’

‘I understand, baby. But,’ big hands reach out to envelop heavily hesitating ones which should have pulled away in disgust immediately at being enveloped yet remain stuck in the limbo-inducing warmth they emit, stranded in the hypnotizing heat after the cold breeze outside in the hardly alive world, ‘I think you’d make a great mother. And if you’re scared about raising a child alone without the security of a husband, then, of course, I’ll marry you. In fact, I want to start a life together as soon as possible.’

‘Joon...’

The softest whisper contains the proposal that should have every woman squealing with joy but does not trigger such a reaction now, for once agreeing with Reason it is too far a leap to make regardless of Time. ‘Marry me.’

‘No.’ A shake of the head closes the topic, determined in the refusal of what causes a joyous spark despite the need to hold on to the denial of being tied down while being in the prime of youth. ‘I’m sorry, I can’t. I don’t want to in the near future. Someday. On a good day in a far future we could, but, right at this point in my life, I can’t for various reasons.’

‘Such as what?’ The sharpness of the inquiry in combination with the fierce unforgiving look makes the hold on fingers that much scarier when it slightly painfully tightens, only refraining from retreating due to knowing for a fact the silver wolf would never actually hurt a harmless koala bear past an actually damaging boundary. ‘Give me one good reason why it isn’t possible.’

‘University, living at home, financial instability, wanting to see more of the world before being tied down. Do you need me to go on?’ Despite the awful snarl which continues to show on full lips, sympathy and empathy manage to surface without letting the anxious sentiments about having crossed the limits preventing real hurt shine through. All the while, the powerful grip on digits is endeavoured to be ignored, the grimace tried to be suppressed as a convincing stream of speech is conjured. ‘Please, try to understand I’m in a different period of my life than you. That’s not to say I don’t want you with me, because I do, but there are factors that make me think it’s perhaps for the better if we keep our relationship as it is now.’

‘I could search an apartment for the two of us, simply say to your father there is room for an extra person to move in. I can pay for the rent or mortgage until you start to earn a bit more, after your studies. I think it’d be good for you, for us to move out and find a home of our own. And you can still travel across the globe, either with or without me.’ A melancholic grin comes forth from the hideous earlier expression, the light squeeze weakening the force with which hands are held greatly to a comfortable level. ‘Though, I’d rather have us together when you do, of course. Just to make sure nobody can harm you. That there is somebody to care for you if you get sick or anything else happens.’

‘Namjoon, as much as I like the idea, I also need space of my own every now and then. It just so happens I can find it when journeying by myself or locking myself away in my room for a while.’ Lips pout in trembling hesitance at seeing desperate begging mix with wishful longing, instilling a chastising sense urging to rapidly make this right before the wrong message is conveyed. ‘For me, those are the best methods to calm my mind aside from being with you.’

A slight brightening in attitude, some of the wantonness flowing over in purposeful determination, seeing an opportunity to put in a decision-making argument. ‘But if being with me also-’

‘It doesn’t always work, Joon. And it won’t always now that we’re in a relationship. Sometimes safe havens can’t provide the rest we need. I simply need time alone every now and again, you know that.’ A bright smile closes the topic, or at least hopes to do so with a final statement. ‘I’m nineteen bordering on twenty, perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’m a big girl.’

A hand frees itself to cover the snigger at the determined utterance before trusted eyes gain the dark shadow that also had befallen them in the cloister. A signal the wrong answer has been given and the subject is not done with. ‘You’re adorable, Y/N, but you’re my baby girl. And there is at least certainly one thing only I can take care of when you’re acting all cutesy like that, almost forcing me to give it to you before anyone else can right in this very spot.’

‘And what might that be?’ An eyebrow raises in defiant challenge, but thighs clench together underneath the table and cheeks colour a bright crimson with the knowledge presented in mental images.

To keep the perverse conversation from being heard by outside ears, the bear turned wolf again lowers the baritone voice to a hypnotizing yet dangerous purring, amused by the apparent effect dominance has over inherently subjective prey. ‘You know exactly what I mean. You gagged on it earlier, wishing I forced it in somewhere else and pumped it full, bred you until you’re nothing more than a whining leaking mess.’ A teasing lip bite evokes an awkward wobble, suddenly needy with the craving for what, indeed, only the merciless poet can and is allowed to provide. ‘I can smell you from here, baby, creaming your panties. Finish your coffee. We’re going home.’

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Bold Aesthetic Tag

Rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to

- side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning, skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neon signs, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles

- side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents

- side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes

- side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums

- side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, star-gazing, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-colored leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses

- side f - the rebel

Cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavored bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

- side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

- side h - the summer

Tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones

- side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colors, hair braids, soft sweaters, colorful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

- side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, videocassettes, colorful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

- side k - @masterninjacow + @hunnieyeol’s aesthetics

boba tea, rainy days, young adult books, large glasses, ripped plaid jackets, cat purrs, lip-biting, nose scrunches, huge t-shirts, lofi music, passionate ramblings, furious typing, tv shows, uncontrollable laughter, dark clothes, spicy food, wavy hair, naps, tea, notebooks, broken earphones, fairy lights

- side l - @loser-dot-com’s aesthetico

short nails, fidgeting, lemony scents, chapped lips, frappuchinos, plants, full bookshelves, fresh linen scent, perfectionist, knickknacks, cursive headings, overpacking, chocolate ice cream, soft fabrics, daydreaming, sheet music, color coding, watermelon, no makeup, doodling, hot showers, brown eyes, to do lists, cacti, inspirational posters, rock collections, seashells

- side m - cherryblossomjoong’s aesthetic

Disney, K-pop, music, cotton candy, iced coffee, cuddles, kisses, love letters, affection, cherry lip gloss, cherry blossoms, colourful lights, roses, baby pinks, light grey, dreamcatchers, unorganized, self esteem issues, singing, dancing, LDR, fruits, 90’s music, 80’s music, light make up.

- side n - @thisisgospelofthehorizon’s aesthetic ~

Stuffed animals, black out curtains, dancing in the rain, shades of pink, blue raspberry lollipops, ravens, rose bushes, soft air static from vinyl records, fruity scents, jasmine candles, kittens mewing, being a blanket burrito, fairytale books, pizza, bunny kisses, holding pinkies, wishing on stars, highlighter as eye shadow

- side o - @ilaneyk‘s aesthetic !

Messy hair, playing with the wind with your hand in a car ride, pampering yourself, coffee with vanilla, walking barefoot, anklets, when you actually feel real happy and don’t care about anything, making people genuinely laugh, warm breeze, comfy clothes, banana splits, cinnamon rolls, finally finishing a book and liking it, colorful eyeliner, peacefully falling asleep.

- side p - @phartography-universe‘s aesthetic

the smell of rain, the rolling of thunder from far away, the sound of waterfalls, fairy lights, nature taking over manmade things, vintage bicycles, heavy snow fall on clusters of pine trees, horseback riding (bareback), looking at the stars and being able to see the Milky Way, dorky stickers, warm soup on a cold day, platonic cuddles, holding hands, falling asleep on someone’s shoulder, window seats, the golden hours, cats cuddling with me, gaining an animal’s trust, pinwheels, origami cranes, rainbows, cotton t-shirts, crazy socks, mason jars, succulents, sitting in bed at 4:30 in the morning and contemplating life, bear hugs, eating s’mores while sitting by a campfire, failed recipes, overthinking, letting my hair down and rolling down my windows on the highway with my music blasting, dancing without caring, watching clouds, picnics in the summer, overflowing bookcases, open fields, encountering wildlife, quiet hikes, reaching the summit of a mountain, collecting rocks, friendship bracelets, loose braids, afternoon naps, soft instrumental music, acoustic guitar, strumming the ukulele, singing at the top of my lungs, rereading a book I love, lavender sprigs, fireflies, birdsong, too many blankets, wind chimes gently blowing, soft rain, wildflowers, getting lost in small but full bookstores, foxes, waves lapping gently against the shore, the ocean, hermit crabs, blossoming trees, listening to music I love while walking across campus, kind strangers, ferris wheels.

I was tagged by @ilaneyk thank you so much! I think I may have gone a bit overboard, oops.

I’m gonna tag...

@incorrect-imfact @incorrect-ace @sechanny @jinjinmyworld @1ovebf @freckles-and-books @crispy-donghun @leewaves @leeknw @secretgayygent @sunshine-jaehyun

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