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the-ghost-king · 3 years

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Me 0.1 seconds after reading your post about Will being Mothman simp: omg solangelo west virginia interstate dates 🖤 💛

Hey, it’s me again, the napping Nico person. Idk if you’re planning on writing 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 a story but if you did so, I’d love to read it, just wanted to tell you that. Hope you have a great day :)

@napping-nico I hope you have a great day as well! ;)

My apologies for the wait, as always I’ll reblog with the link to the Ao3 version!

Nico and Will go camping, something about tents and stars, Nico talks about military school and how camping was their idea of fun, in the morning they go along the river front and visit the mothman statue and maybe go on the river boat... Theme is it should be written like Ari + Dante staying in the desert overnight in the truck

Nature was something Nico loved, something he respected.

Growing up as a child hunting excursions had been a commonality in his home, they didn’t really need to go hunting; if they wanted fresh game there would have been a hundred men at their door asking for the chance to shoot for the di Angelo’s.

His Nonno had always liked it, to Nonno hunting had never been about hunting and it had never been about the camping that came with the trips either. Hunting, as Nico had known it as a child, had always been about politics; the excursions a place, a way, and an excuse to make deals.

In Military academies, camping trips were their idea of a good fun time.

A couple hundred boys and girls hiking out into the middle of Nowhere Forest loaded up with camping gear and taught how to cook food over open flame, and how to assemble tents in just a minute or two. The humdrum of set up, sleep, and take down with interjections and complaints sporadic throughout.

Nico had never minded camping, he found it some sort of calm. He liked the quiet, divine sort of life that nature provided. Nico had stood in front of gods and never felt power quite like that of a large old forest.

(Gods were bright and burning in their divinity, the air around them crackled and your throat was always tight and dry... Forests weren’t like that).

There was something about sleeping on the ground among all the living things, some sort of serene quality to it. He’d lay there among the sounds of his grandfathers disgruntled tossing and turning, and the annoyed complaints of other boys longing for their real beds, and Nico would breathe in the cold air of the natural world and feel something akin to home.

His chest would expand and he’d feel some kind of emotion in his sternum, like the plants and branches themselves were growing forth from his lungs with each chilling breath in, and they were expanding in the depths of his lungs and heart in a silent agreement of mutual affection and love.

To say the least Nico had always slept his absolute best outside.

Will on the other hand was a country boy at heart, he’d grown up in the middle of I Live 500+ Miles From Civilization Texas and backyards became camp grounds every spring and summer.

For Nico camping had always been treated like a fun little activity and Nico had taken it upon himself to find the divinity in each excursion. As for Will, camping was just something you did sometimes. He didn’t have some complex connection to the act of setting up a tent and sleeping inside of it, the closest Will came to anything intensely memorable about camping was bonfires.. But his family was large and they all lived near one another, bonfires were a nightly thing not necessarily a camping thing within his family.

To say the least, when Will asked him if he’d like to go camping in the middle of Fuck-All West Virginia Nico was absolutely in agreement. Sure he was a little confused as to why exactly they had to go all the way to West Virginia when they already lived in the middle of nowhere Texas, but he was sure there was a decent reason, as a demigod you learned to go with the flow sometimes.

What Nico hadn’t expected was that they would be heading to a quaint little West Virginian campground because his fiancé was a slut for Mothman.

Nico looked over to Will as he climbed out of the drivers seat of the truck, “Cyrtids aren’t going to fuck you if you manage to find them.”

Will looks at him from outside the car, “I’d be just as happy to let them kill me slowly.”

“That’s my job!” Nico glares at him for a second and sees Will smiling at him happily.

“Well then, you’ll have to protect me won’t you, darlin’?”

“Hmph,” Nico climbed out of the passenger seat and walked around to the bed of the truck to help Will unload the truck and set up camp for later that evening.

They pulled out all their equipment so they could set up their trunk tent; listen, sleeping on the ground in a tent was one thing, sleeping in the open air of the truck bed was another, but figuring out you could combine both of them? Nico had been in heaven.

They spend the time they work bickering, back and forth with light quips about the things each other had packed and how they packed them. They both had self-satisfied smirks on their faces the whole time, and they unapologetically threw pillows at one another while they were supposed to be readying their bed.

Some older lady had walked by at some point and with a gasp of shock she’d looked at both of them sadly, “What are your names? I want to pray for you.”

Nico, ever the expert with old people and children looked to her kindly, “Forgive me, why are you interested in praying for us?”

The woman goes on a long spiel about how young relationships are hard work, she starts talking about how from the sound of all their fighting they sure needed a lot of work if they were ever going to love each other properly. She tells them about how she wants to pray for them so that they won’t fight anymore and they’ll be happy.

When she finishes Nico is trying his hardest not to laugh so Will handles her, “Thank you ma’am, but I assure you we’re just happy to entertain the public.”

The lady has the most offended look on her face when Will tells her that, she picks up her woven bag from the ground and storms off to the sound of Nico’s poorly contained laughter.

They finish setting up the inside of their tent and locking their food and valuables up in the truck all while still cracking jokes and making quips, “I just want to pray for you and your relationship” Nico says with a mock praying gesture towards Will.

The blonde laughs back at him, “at least she didn’t assume we were brothers.”

Will locks the truck to the sound of his own quiet laugh Nico’s annoyed groan that borderlines on disgust.

"You'll pay for that comment!"

"Promise?"

They end up on the Riverwalk around dinner time, they took a break from normal camping adventures like public bathrooms and trying to start a fire so they could instead go look at a statue of Will's oldest crytid-crush.

Somehow the thing was taller than 6"2 Will, almost doubling him in height with its polished glory. It had dark red ruby eyes on either side of its face, and the coloration of the creature had been handled by carving and removing parts of it until it resembled some sort of 6 packed moth.

Nico didn't really see the appeal, but Will found sharp teeth "simp worthy" so Nico supposed if he was happy that was enough.

He seemed in awe of the beast, staring up at it in wonder and awe- maybe a bit aroused too... This was Will after all, the dude was obsessed with that one demon character from the Blue Butler show? Black Butler?

Maybe Austin was right, maybe Will really did have a type.

Will gets bored after a while, and fifty or so pictures later, they decide to head back to the truck, Will blabbering the whole walk back about star gazing and maybe seeing the real Mothman fly by overhead while they do so.

They head back to the truck where there's food to be cooked over the fire, and they eat in their little bed-of-the-trunk-tent that amazes Nico everytime he sees it. The modern world has some crazy inventions sometimes, Nico spent a solid week on their living room floor obsessed with Will's Xbox and how it worked.

The tent was a light orange color with cream accents on it, inside it was gray, and they'd laid a spread of multicolored blankets and pillows out to sleep on. The top part of it opened with a little screened window piece, and up above them there were stars in the sky.

Nico crawled in to lay on his back so he could look out their little unzipped window, and he could hear Will doing something outside before he climbed in behind Nico.

"Alright?"

"Hmph."

"Good."

They lay in silence for a few minutes, both of them just lost in the sight of the stars and thoughts of the person breathing next to them. Will turns over first, just to look at Nico, so Nico gives him a taste of his own medicine and does the same.

Nico decides then to take a pillow and hit Will's shoulder with it, "Sap."

He's not angry, it's not an accusation, it's just a fact; Will's a romantic and especially so for Nico.

"Maybe so," He's smiling at Nico, "I got you something if you'd like to see it?"

"Oh?" Nico fakes coy in response and earns an exasperated look from Will.

"Here."

He hands him something small, places the little trinket in Nico's hands. Nico opens his hands to see little earrings of a dark moth with red eyes, they're silver on the backs and Mothman is painted on the front of them. This version is much cuter than the statue version.

"Thank you," Nico places a kiss to Will's lips.

"I know you don't really like Mothman as much as me," there's a slight pause where they both chuckle, "but I don't know, I thought maybe you would like them because they would remind you of this? I don't know, I sorry, it's just-"

Nico pets a hand through Will's hair, "I love you, and I love them, don't apologize for buying me things."

Will gets a little stressed sometimes to say the least, he had managed to get off his anxiety meds back when they were still at camp, but he sometimes still found himself in spirals. Nico didn't entirely understand anxiety, but he did know what it felt like to feel constantly inadequate, and he knew what depression felt like, and he'd like to think he can help a little.

It took both of them some time together to realize that they couldn't love each other's problems away. Even though they both had been told it didn't work like that, they were hopeful and in love and thought that maybe they could create something different. Eventually they both did come to realize that they just had to hold the other persons hand, and sometimes one of them stepped up when the other couldn't keep up the pace, but it was better that way.

You can't love someone through anything, love isn't a cure, but you can hold their hand through it and remind them that you love them.

Nico pulls Will closer, lets him lay his head on his shoulder, and they stare up into the night sky together. Nico whispers into his ear his own thanks for the gift, and let's his words change into sweet nothings. Talking about how much he loved Will, and when they head back down South how his Mom would be home from her latest tour, and he listens closely when Will tells him about some Mothman documentary that he watched.

And Nico falls asleep some point shortly after Will, he can fill his lovers heartbeat if he reaches out for him, he can feel his life force strong and present. Nico can feel the life ebbing out of the field that surrounds them, he can feel the life that makes the trees grow.

Nico falls asleep, warm, comfortable, and basking in the life around him.

Everything will be just fine.

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #will solace #solangelo #My work #i think this turned out okay #I didn't properly communicate everything I wanted to #And I feel the point got lost somewhere but idk #hopefully you like it!!#ill upload to ao3 later today #anyhow! Ask to be tagged in my writing uploads!#oh that bit about them 'arguing' and the lady wanting to pray for them #Thats from a YouTube couple I watch #I thought it was a funny scenario but I don't think I executed it properly #Im bad at writing humor 😅😅

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thirstbxtch · 4 years

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The Inn

Rated: E. Smut and more smut.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/Reader.

There’s an inn. The ale is good. The innkeeper is even better.

My first Geralt fic

Cross posted to Ao3

Geralt is getting tired. It’s been almost 2 weeks since he left the last town, and he figures he must have taken the wrong fork in the off beaten path he was following because he’s really seems to be in the middle of nowhere. There hasn’t been so much as a trading post. His provisions are starting to run low. There’s been hardly anything in sight to hunt. And it’s rare now to find a part of the world that he hasn’t been in.

So he’s relieved to say the least when he spots the tops of thatched roofs and the curl of chimney smoke through the trees ahead. Night is falling. Mostly everyone has gone in so there’s fewer people than usual to glare at him as he passes, and luckily there’s a sign for the inn off the main road dividing the town. Gods he hopes they have decent ale.

The ale is in fact better than decent. Strong, honeyed just slightly. He would never expect to find something half so good in a dreary little place like this. He’s having some roasted goat as well which is equally satisfying.

“Give my compliments to the innkeep; it’s been a long time since I’ve had food and drink so good,” he says when you come to fill his mug for the third time.

“Give them yourself,” you return slyly, “you’re looking at her.”

Geralt raises a brow; studying you as he does so.

“Well, then you have a quality establishment here,” he replies tipping his head.

“Thank you Ser,” you say with a small grin, and Geralt scoffs and smiles.

“I’m no Ser,” he returns simply, correcting you.

“No, but do Witchers not slay monsters as knights may?” You tease.

“Knights slay monsters for honor and valor; Witchers slay monsters for money,” he clarifies, quaffing more ale.

“Money or no,” you hum, “anyone who slays monsters is a Ser to me."

Geralt sets his mug down, tongue running out along his lip to catch a stray drop of ale.

"Will you be wanting a room for the night?” You ask before he can respond to your previous statement.

“Yes, and have a bath drawn for me.”

“Of course Ser,” you smirk as you walk away, and Geralt lets his gaze linger on your retreating form before turning it back to the fireplace.

When he retires to his room, the bath is waiting, warm and scented faintly of pine. He sinks into it with a sigh. Tries to focus on washing but his mind drifts, wonders if you would taste honeyed like the ale, want settling beneath his skin.

He’s toweling off when you knock at his door.

“Yes?” Geralt questions gruffly pulling open the door. Water clinging to his collarbone and the lines of his chest. Damp hair is still down, hanging freely around his face. Towel low on his hips.

“I wanted to make sure the room is to your liking,” You say evenly but Geralt catches the brief flick of your gaze over him and the desire lingering at the edge of your scent.

His amber eyes weigh heavily on you. You flush hot beneath their study.

“It is,” he replies neutrally, but the corners of his lips turn just so.

“Good,” you return, lowering your lashes.

“Yes,” he hums, resting his forearm against the doorframe next to his head, shifting closer, “If you’re looking to spend the night with a knight, I would advise you to look elsewhere.” He rumbles.

“Good thing I was looking to spend the night with a Witcher,” you reply, raising your gaze to his. The tension palpable.

Broken by Geralt moments later, hand coming to rest beneath your chin, tipping your lips up as you both meet halfway, his mouth sure and full but still more gentle than you would expect against yours and when you both break away with pupils wide and dark, Geralt pulls you with strong hands into the room.

Boxes you in against the back of the door as soon as its shut, eagerly recapturing your mouth, seeking more to learn the taste of you as your hands move to explore carefully defined lines of muscle, solid beneath your questioning finger tips.

His tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and you open for him, both groaning at the curl of his tongue against yours, and the sound of him vibrates along the length of your spine as his hand moves to the back of your neck, licking into the delicate flavor of you–honey and spice just like he thought, better than he could have imagined.

A thick thigh slips between yours, presses promisingly against you. He moves to trace the line of your throat, stubble scraping your skin, and you shift against his thigh when his lips find the most sensitive part of your neck.

Gods, Geralt can smell how wet you are already and its driving him to the edge of reason, has him dropping to his knees and sliding up your dress after a moment of silent permission, nosing his way up your thighs until he’s pressing the flat of his tongue against your soaked center and your mouth is dropping open with a wrecked kind of oh.

Drags his tongue through your folds slowly, carefully, taking his time, getting full of you and when your knees are close to giving out he simply pulls away, picks you up by the waist and slides you up the wall until you’re legs are draped over his broad shoulders; holds you there, your head thudding back against the door as his tongue dips back into you, your fingers lacing through the white of his hair, groans when your fingers tighten in it and you grind against his face. Finally takes pity on you and drags his tongue up to where you need it most, licking and sucking small firm strokes, granting you your release–back curving away from the door, thighs locking deliciously around his head, if he suffocated it would be the sweetest death he could hope for, and the desperate gasps of your pleasure as you come on his lips.

Golden eyes gleaming dangerously up at you while he continues to languidly lap at your release, sharp on his tongue. He withdraws only when you’re trembling with overstimulation and places a lingering kiss against your cunt.

You finally let your legs fall from his shoulders, but he doesn’t let your feet touch the floor–scoops you up instead and carries you to the bed. Deft hands undoing the laces of your dress and pressing you back against the pillows once it’s gone.

Captures a nipple in his mouth while teasing two thick fingers into you.

“Fuck,” he curses, finding you tighter than expected, stroking and stretching you, continues to lick and kiss your breasts until you’re panting and he adds a third finger, crooks them together, watches your eyes flutter.

“Want you,” you sigh lowly.

“You’re sure?” Geralt returns because you’re still tight just around his three fingers.

“Yes,” you say, drawing him up for a kiss, fingers trailing down his chest, his stomach, then slipping into where the towel is knotted. It comes apart with little resistance.

You wrap your hand lightly around his length, testing its weight, thumbing through the fluid pearling at the tip and he rumbles a deep sigh against your mouth before positioning himself over you.

He pushes in slowly, letting you adjust to the thickness of him, both breathless by the time he’s fully seated, and he pauses gritting his teeth, before giving an experimental roll of his hips. So good, you can only moan at the stretch of him, hands sliding up his shoulders, willing yourself to relax, hooking a leg around his hip and he sets an easy, unhurried pace. And when you start rocking your hips in time with his, he slips an arm around your waist, lifting you half suspended by a few inches, bringing you closer and you cling to him, hands settling in the expanse between his shoulder blades while he remains propped up on one arm like its nothing.

The change in angle sparks stars behind your eyes with every brush of the full tip of his cock against that spot within you. Geralt snaps his hips harder and the stars quickly all fade together, merging into a halo of white as you come, falling apart in his arms with a high keen, head falling back, mouth falling open, nails raking your pleasure along his back. The arm around your waist tightens as he finds his own release in the clench of your walls around him, buries his face against the crook of your neck with a low, gruff noise. Stays there for a few moments, savoring it.

He lowers you back to the bed and hands you the towel to clean what’s left of him trickling down your thigh. “So that’s it then?” He questions mildly when you reach for your discarded dress.

You pause, looking at him stretched out on the bed, arms folded behind his head, expression unreadable.

“You don’t seem like the type to want company,” you say carefully.

“We’re often more than we seem,” Geralt replies, tells himself that’s the closest he’s going to get to asking you to stay and prays you’ll take the hint.

He’s more relieved than he would like to admit when you move to be beneath the blanket with him, sidling in close to his large frame. He reaches over, extinguishing the candles and sleeps better than he has in a long time.

The sun isn’t even up yet when he feels you stretch and stir. He rolls onto his side in his half sleep to wrap an arm around you, trapping you against him. His length hard against the curve of your ass.

“I have to get up,” you protest softly.

Geralt inhales the scent of your hair and pulls you closer. He rarely has the luxury of waking up to warmth and a woman who isn’t paid.

“I have to go down and start preparing for the morning meal,” you continue, but you’re already wet at the thought of having him within you again.

“They’ll survive,” he says after a long breath.

“What about having a ‘quality establishment’ and all of that?” You reply, teasing him.

He hums in thought, hand trailing down your side.

“You can go back to having a quality establishment when I’m done with you,” voice low and promising as he brushes a knuckle through your folds, finding you soaked already.

Your breath catches as he lifts your leg, twining it with his and entering you in one, fluid thrust, fitting like a glove now after last night. Presses kisses along your neck and shoulder while he fucks you almost lazily–nice, slow, deep drags of his cock. A large hand toying with one of your breasts, and then the other. And his cock is so full, fills you so well, that familiar tingle is already starting in your spine. Just keeps fucking you like that and runs his hand down between your legs, rough fingertips rubbing careful circles against your clit and you come like that only moments later, sighing and shuddering against him and he finishes in a few, sharp thrusts.

Stays within you.

“You wouldn’t happen to know of any monsters around that need slaying would you?” He asks because he wouldn’t mind a few days of this. Mind wandering to another life where he isn’t a Witcher and he could stay; help you run the inn and brew the ale. You could get rid of the witless stable boy who took Roach last night. He feels empty.

“No monsters around that I’ve heard of.”

The emptiness expands. He finally rolls away from you, onto his back. Thinks of where he’ll go next, but he doesn’t forget. And if he happens to return every few years as his travels allow, he can at least say it’s for the ale.

#geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #the witcher #henry cavill #reader insert

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spacehologramcollection · 5 years

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Request; Kombat Kast proposing to their S/O

Some fluffy goodness for everyone to warm their hearts. Before I write some horrific smut that dashes everyone’s hopes I’m off my bullshit. Some pure fluff, tooth rotting fluff actually, you better phone your dentist it’s that sweet. There’s a cut half way down, but not because of smut! Just because these are like a page long each. This is FUCKING long post. It took me three hours to write, because I had to make four cups of tea as well. If you want more people adding, please tell me and I can do a Part two; Electric boogaloo. GIFS are not mine and do not belong to me.

Kuai Liang/ Sub Zero;

· He plans it down to the last little detail. He is a perfectionist and likes everything to be organised. He would have a secret binder dedicated to the planning of it. Kept in between his ‘Shit to say to Bi-Han when I see him’ and ‘Ice Puns’ binders.

· He wants it to be special and perfect and will know exactly what you want. He listens, cares and is attentive. So, he’s going to know you on a pretty intimate level. The only thing he doesn’t want to do, is a massive public proposal, he’s not going to confess his love for you. When half of the Special Forces unit is behind him. He could not cope and it’s too much for him. So intimate and just the two of you. But he will make it dam special.

· He doesn’t act nervous at all. But he’s dying and struggling on the inside. He’s just good at keeping face and acting like it doesn’t bother him. But he’s nervous on the inside.

· He’ll be ringing his hands a little beforehand, he’ll be smiling a little more than usual as well. He won’t be giving you any hints however. That’s all a secret he doesn’t want to ruin.

· He’ll take you outside the Temple, far from prying eyes and anyone who could potentially ruin the moment. All under the guise he wants to go for a walk. He’ll have brought a thermal flask full of tea and a blanket for you in case you get cold. He will let you wear one of his coats, he doesn’t understand why he has them anyway.

· He’ll bring you to a secluded location, which is atop a Geiser and has a natural hot spring bath. He’ll honestly ask if you fancy taking a swim with him. He’s already preparing to jump in, tits out and prepared for what must be a normal temperature for him. He reassures you it’ll be warm.

· After you’re both in, he ends up dragging you over to him, letting you sit on his lap whilst he sits on one of the ledges. He’ll be kissing your neck ever so softly. Playing with your hair and whispering in your ear.

· Don’t expect him to get on one knee because that was never going to happen. He’ll bring up instead how Sareena asked about you joining the Lin Kuei. At first, you’ll be thinking you’ve been dragged all the way here, to talk about you dressing like a ninja, but not being a ninja, but kind of like one. But they aren’t Ninjas. God they aren’t Ninjas, don’t call them Ninjas. They fucking are.

· He’ll then go on and on about what he loves about you, your honour, integrity, your kindness, your eyes all of that jazz. He gets really cuddly and his breathing becomes a bit staggered, he starts coughing a little (In game he coughs ice and that’s actually cute as fuck) as his throat dries up.

· It ends up coming up as; ‘There’s no position for you to join as a member… but there is the position as Wife of the Grandmaster’ God that sounds awful and he cringes internally. He’s just asked you so formally, as if there was a fucking form for you to fill in. It’s sort of sweet and extremely formal. But would It be any other way?

· If you say yes (Which OFC you will because it’s fucking Sub Zero and he’s precious) he’ll give you his Grandmothers ring. His Grandfather gave it to him. Because he was totally his Grandfathers favourite, because he’s not a little edgy shit lord.

Kabal;

· Both pre and post burn, expect something wild, unexpected and totally lush. He puts a fair bit of thought into it. And it will always be personal and the two of you.

· He’ll have a brainstorming session with Erron and Kano. Which ends with Erron offering to marry you instead of Kabal. He’s not happy with that and frowns like fuck. Kano is of no fucking use at all. He’s not the king of romance. He ends up getting an idea from him though.

· Kabal hates the cold and loves to be warm. So, he’d aim to propose to you somewhere warm. Will book you plane tickets to go to the Land down Under itself, specifically Tasmania. Thank you, Kano and your accent, (your only redeeming quality) Won’t tell you he got the idea from him.

· He’ll offer to take you on a hike, ending in some late-night camping and maybe a few drinks.

· Fun fact about Kabal, for someone who can run really fast and is speed, he is a bit lazy and hates hiking. Walking is boring and its stupidly hot.

· Papa is out of shape, in this weather and just walking. He want to sprint to the top but he doesn’t want to leave you. He offers to give you a piggyback to the top, but he knows how dizzy and sick it makes you. You cannot throw up now. He’s planned the perfect night.

· Wishes he’d opted for the other equator, but he’s committed to it now.

· After you climb to a high place, set up camp and open a few cold ones, he’ll wait till its dark and slowly pray its going to happen.

· Fuck the Northern Lights, have you ever seen the Southern Lights? Because you sure have. All the purples and pinks blend together, and its amazing to watch as you’re both laid back on a blanket. His arm is around your waist, your head is on his chest and you’re both so amazed.

· He ends up asking you to grab him another beer. He’s placed the ring around the neck of a bottle (He had no idea what to do with this part) when you turn around he’s just knelt there. “I feel like a bit of a tit now… but…” What he says next will depend on if he’s pre or post burn.

· Pre-Burn’; Talking about your life together so far. How you put up with his jokes, him leaving his hook swords on the table. How you both have trashy music tastes, how you both sing and scream drunk together and how he loves you. And couldn’t think of any other person he’d want to spend the remainder of his life with. Post-Burn; It’s a lot more intimate and real. He talks about how he knew you’d never leave him after his accident. But how he always feared it happening because he felt like a monster. But you showed him he wasn’t like that and brought him back from the brink. He’ll also go on about how you complete him, and he will never meet another like you.

· The ring is exactly what you want. He’s been paying attention to what you’ve been looking at, will make sure he buys you jewellery for Christmas or your Birthday, so he has the ring size, style and all that sorted. It’s something that’s personal and intimate. He made sure you’d love it. What a good egg.

Scorpion/ Hanzo Hasashi;

· The decision to propose to you tore him up a lot. He’d meditate and think about it a lot. Like how could he move on from his wife? In the end Kuai ends up helping him through the emotions. Talking about how the past should be left, he’s been reborn with a new chance in life. And how he’s avenged her, and everything is once more at peace. This eases him… that and he asks for advice, it was a lot simpler the first time he proposed and was very traditional. Sub is lost and just smiles awkwardly. He’s not a wise man when it comes to others personal lives. He barely has control over his own.

· He ends up opting for what he knows and goes down the traditional route. He ends up wanting to meet your family. If you have a father he’ll totally ask permission, because tradition, if you don’t he’ll ask your mothers. Its traditional and its just the way he would be. He’s not asking their permission for your hand, because you’re your own person, it’s more a sign of respect. And he likes to respect people. He doesn’t want to be pissing anyone off either. He’s trying to maintain and keep peace not cause more drama. He’s had enough of that shit for a lifetime.

· He’ll plan it down to every little detail. Everything is going to be perfect and exactly like he planned. God help anyone who messes with his plan. Grandmaster Grumpy face will fucking rage. Someone knocked over the vase he carefully placed to add to the aesthetic, they better clean it up before he sees it.

· He’ll make sure to get you a decent ring. He’ll spend a lifetime trying to pick one out. It has to perfect for you. In the end he opts to get it custom made and he’ll be involved in the process. It’s a little bit more special and personal that way. Gets it engraved with the date he’s planning to propose.

· The day is just a normal one for you. He’s walking with you and asking if you would fancy a walk in the Fire Garden. Nothing out of the ordinary. Only, other members see him coming and flee the fucking scene. Practising those ninja skills of making themselves scarce quickly and silently. Hanzo is so proud and grateful.

· You’ll end up stopping on the bridge, overlooking the little stream, all the petals are falling, and everything is looking fucking magical. It’s all going to plan.

· So why is he nervous? The plan is going off without a hitch, he’s done this before and never struggled. His throat will feel dry, you look so perfect surrounded by all the petals.

· Will end up monologing about some ancient history of the garden. He’s trying to buy himself time. His fingers are running over the ring in his pocket, because he keeps thinking he’s lost it every five minutes.

· He ends up taking the plunge, talking about how you’ve had the patience of a saint with him, and how you complete him. How he never thought he could love again or move on but you’ve made him see he was wrong. He’ll talk about how you’ve always discussed the future as if it was far away, when in actual fact, it’s here and now.

· He would get on one knee and ask you. He’s a sucker for tradition and its all good. Its so sweet and personal and just the two of you.

· Takeda isn’t hiding in the fucking foliage spying and being a nosy… he 110% is because he made this happen, he set you up and look what’s happening. Maybe now Hanzo will stop riding everyone’s arse and be happy for five minutes… he’s still going to be a grouch and he knows it. But as long as he’s happy with you its all cool.

Johnny Cage;

· He’ll either want something extremely flashy, out there and lavish. Or something a bit more private. It’ll depend on what stage of his career he’s in. If he’s still living large, straight after his divorce. Prepare to be hounded by the paparazzi.

· Would ask you to marry him at one of his movie premiers. In front of everyone. It’s ridiculously OTT, extravagant and just too much.

· The ring would put a Kardashian rock to fucking shame. It’s too much and way too gawdy and over the top. He’ll make a massive show out of it and make it a big event. LIVESTREAMED everywhere. Live tweeted. You’re like the last to know about it, but not in a good way.

· If he was to do it when he’s older and more mature, it’ll be a lot less tame but still extravagant.

· He’d totally ask Cassie for permission. Like making sure she’s fine with him re-marrying. She just wants her dad to be happy and loves you so it’s all good. She wants to be maid of honour and will not settle for flower girl.

· She helps him plan it, because she knows you well and will totally be trying to calm her dad out. Because she does not want a movie quote to be the proposing line. She’ll make sure it’s chill and to your liking.

· Fancy dinner, you’ve been pampered the day before, your nails are done, hair is on point and you are decked in some fine clothes.

· He’ll be reminiscing about some of your old adventures, and just generally making a joke out of most things.

· He’ll be all chilled and listening to you one minute, and then BAM, he’s like ‘What if you were to become Hollywood royalty… by marrying me?’ He wants to stress that you’ll be marrying him if you say yes.

· There’s a photographer, a string quartet and everyone is looking at you. All wooing and gushing over how romantic it seems.

· If you say yes, what fans he does have, will be seething he’s getting married. Take joy in that.

Raiden; (BOOM some Thunder God. Thirsty Thunder fans, this is for you)

· Okay. So, he’s a God, basically spent a lifetime on Earthrealm and that gets kind of lonely. I mean he’s got Windy Boy to keep him company, but like, not on an intimate level you both have.

· He hears about marriage, he knows it’s a custom that both Earthrealm and other realms share, but it’s always intrigued him. Bonding for life seems so sweet to him. Like the majestic Swan, the adorable penguin, and the beaver (That’s a free fact, take it and do what you will with it)

· Would honestly Consult the Elder Gods to ask for their advice, like if he can marry a mortal, like how would it work? Would you be granted a longer life span, could he prolong it? There’s a lot of kinks to work out in this plan.

· He loves you a lot. So much so he wants to spend the rest of his life with you… even though he knows that may not be possible. He wants to make sure you’re safe, protected and loved for as long as he can possibly do it.

· He’s never felt anything like the feelings he feels for you. That’s a sure-fire sign that it’s meant to be.

· He’ll try and plan a proposal but it’s not really a proposal. It’s more an offer. He’s offering himself to you, so he can be with you for as long as possible. He doesn’t want to ever let you go and wants to make every moment count with you.

· He’s got to keep his loyalty to the realm, not matter how much he loves you, he has his honour and duty to do. So, he cannot forsake his God-hood and immortality.

· He will promise to keep trying to find a way to keep you alive, so he can spend the next millennia with you.

· He would also rather live one lifetime with you than have gone a thousand without ever knowing you.

Erron Black;

· Man has he lived a long life. He’s been with some crazy women, most of them obsessed with blood too. But he feels its time to settle down, before he lives his last square dance.

· He can see him marrying you, having a happy family life with you. You get him and get his life, you’ve done nothing but go with the flow and never have complained about his erratic schedule.

· Kotal promised him rewards for serving him, he’s not asked for much, a roof over his head and some whisky. But now he’s calling in all the favours and cashing in all his fucking chips. Papa wants to get married and have an easier life. He’s getting too old for this shit.

· Asks for a superb ring, one that’s befitting of his Princess. If there’s none available, Kano owes him a favour. If not, he covered a fair amount of Kabal’s work, so he owes him big time. Either way, you’re getting a fucking nice ring, gods be damned.

· He doesn’t really plan anything too special, he’s not going to go OTT and scream his eternal love for you from the rooftops.

· He’ll wait till its just the two of you, drinking in the Dining hall, having a bit of a laugh and a giggle. Playing a bit of a drinking game, Never have I ever, you gotta drink if you’ve never.

· He’s in love with watching you drink for nearly everything, because you’re a lot more innocent than he is. Not that hard.

· He finally says, “Never have I ever thought about marryin someone in this room” you’ll actually pause and both drink at the same time. You’ll both laugh, you think he’s taking the piss, before actually pulls the ring out and drops to one knee.

· Will apologise for not actually doing this properly, asking your father wasn’t going to happen, because you’re your own person and hell naw, he doesn’t give a shit what another man thinks. It’s what you think.

· The ring is fucking beautiful.

Kotal Kahn; (I tried searching for more info on Osh Tekk culture but came up with nothing, so here we go, this is my interpretation of Outworld and Osh Tekk marriage proposals)

· Every good Emperor needs a good Empress to sit by their side. He sees that in you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be with you.

· Your proposal would come very quickly. It feels wrong him being with you and not being married. It gives the impression you’re a consort and nothing more. He isn’t like that. You’re a kind person, strong, dedicated and loyal. You deserve the status of his queen and nothing less.

· He’s going to be traditional with his Osh Tekk culture and he will try and be traditional with yours. He’s not sure what Earthrealmers do, but Erron briefly briefed him on the logistics. He’s pretty sure nobody asks for their fathers’ hands anymore. Kotal is not doing that. You are your own person, he will prove he is worthy of your hand.

· There’s a big event at the Coliseum. Kotal is actually competing which is a massive surprise. You get to sit in the highest box, best seat, whatever wine you want. He’s actually on top of his fucking game. Making it look easy!

· He’ll turn to face you and go on about how every Emperor needs an Empress, one to keep him grounded, and one that cares about their people. He thinks the title befits you and would be honoured to take you for his wife.

· If you agree, he’ll ask if anyone wants to challenge him for your hand in marriage. If anyone thinks he’s not worthy or disagrees with the nuptials. Nobody would fucking dare to, not after that performance earlier.

· You’re his Queen and you’re treat like a Queen. You have always been his Empress and its time to make it Official.

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kpoptrashibnida · 4 years

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Enough Pt. 8

A/N: hey guys, sorry for the delay on this chapter! It has been a crazy time with wild fires and other things going on, but it’s finally here! It’s a little short for my taste, but I hope you guys enjoy it! As always, please don’t hesitate to let me know what you guys think! I’m posting this on Mobile, so once I have access to my laptop I will add the Read More link. Once again thank you for all the support and happy reading!

“Noona, how do you like your new phone?” Mark asked, walking with you out of the conference room and back to your floor.

“It’s fine. I haven’t been able to look at all the specks. The camera quality is good, even though they low key remind me of trypophobia.” You shuddered, making Mark laugh at your description of the newest iPhone camera.

The morning after Mark, Johnny and Jaehyun come over, you noticed you had a text message. To your surprise it was from Chanyeol; and to your mortification, he had answered a text that you had drunkenly sent.

I need to forget about you. Why are you in my head?

Because I’m the best you’ve ever had babe.

Needless to say, you were filled with rage at yourself and at his cocky attitude. You screamed once you realized it actually happened, that it wasn’t some twisted messed up dream. Your brain thought that the only logical action now was to throw your phone across the room, having it crash against the wall, falling to the floor in a broken mess. You had lost your reason, your sanity, your dignity and now your phone. You were screwed and not in the good way.

‘Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! God why did I have to drink so much? Why aren’t there apps that know when you’re drunk and prevent you from drunk texting you ex… or, well booty call I guess? Ugh whatever! Now I have to buy a new phone. ‘

Groaning, you got up from your bed and walked towards your shattered phone, picking it up and inspecting the damage.

“I guess it won’t work if I turn it off and back on.” You muttered to yourself, annoyed at your overall stupidity. You went to the store and got yourself a new phone and as an extra precaution, you ditched your Korean phone number and got a US number. That way, no past lovers could communicate with you and remind you of your poor choices.

“Well noona, we should hang out with Johnny and Jaehyun again, check out just how good the camera quality is.” Mark suggested, really excited at the thought of spending time with his favorite coworkers.

“Sure Mark, whenever I have time we can do that. For now, fetch me some coffee, will you?” You teased as you stopped at your office door, making the young boy roll his eyes.

“I’m not an intern or your errand boy noona, but I’ll do it because you are my favorite old lady.” Mark teased, dodging your foot as you tried to kick him.

“I’m not an old lady!” You yelled at his retreating form, shaking your head at this man-child’s actions.

You sat on your chair and reviewed your notes from the meeting, deciding which tasks to tackle first.

Bring up your planning apps, you started to prioritize your tasks in order to organize your work.

“Knock knock.” Jaehyun said as he stood at your doorway, coffee in hand.

“Hey, what brings you here?” You ask, looking away from your computer.

“I came to bring you coffee. I was getting some and I saw Mark there. I told him I’d bring it to you.” He said, walking into your office and placing the cup in front of you and taking a seat on the chair across from you.

“That’s really sweet of you, thanks.” You said with a smile, grabbing the cup and taking a sip.

“No problem. So, do you have any plans for this weekend?” Jaehyun asked, ears turning bright pink.

“Um, no I don’t. Why?” You asked, heart hammering in your chest.

“Do you want to go out for dinner Saturday?” He asked, looking at you below his eyelashes.

You were stunned, not expecting him to ask you out. Wait, was he? Maybe it wasn’t even as a date, just as friends.

“Yeah, that’d be nice. Where should we meet?” You asked, heart still racing and face heating up.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, sounds good?” He asked, sitting up on his seat.

“Yeah, sounds great.” You said with a smile, excited at the thought of spending time with him outside of work again.

“Cool, it’s a date.” He said, getting up and grabbing his own coffee cup.

“Yeah… it’s, uh, it’s a d-date.” You stuttered as you watched his retreating form, wanting to die from the smile he gave you as he walked out of your office.

‘Oh shit, I’m in trouble.’ You thought, slamming your head on your desk, sighing heavily and closing your eyes for a bit. Before anyone could see you and think you were some weirdo, you sat up and dived right into your work, praying that it would help you not think about your upcoming date with Jaehyun.

***

The weekend was finally here and you were happy, your work week was long and tiring. Friday after work you decided to go shopping, not knowing what to wear to your dinner date with Jaehyun.

You had gone to a cute boutique nearby the office, not wanting to go to Time Square on a Friday night.

The boutique was classy but not over the top, providing the perfect type of clothing for a first date.

After over thinking every choice and making sure you didn’t look like a thirsty hoe, you finally settled on a pretty emerald green wrap dress that hugs your curves in all the right places. It was sexy but decent, the perfect combination for your date.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, satisfied with your soft curls and simple make up. You took a deep breath and willed yourself to relax, your heart beating abnormally fast. Your attempts were futile when you heard your doorbell ring, signaling that Jaehyun was here. Taking one last deep breath, you made your way out of your bedroom and out to your front door.

“Hey.” You greeted softly, opening the door so he could step into your apartment.

“Hi. Wow, you look amazing.” He said, giving you a hug before he walked in.

“You too.” You compliment, taking in his appearance which consisted of black fitted jeans, black dress shoes and a navy blue button down shirt. He looked amazing and you were really hoping you could hold yourself back from jumping him tonight, cause god knows you wanted to do that right then and there.

“Ready to go?” He asked, swaying on the ball of his feet, looking nervous and excited and all kinds of handsome. God he was handsome.

“Yeah, ready.” You picked up your jacket from your coat closet and headed outside, excited for what the night would bring.

You were trying to behave, you really really were, but Jaehyun was making it extremely difficult by walking slightly in front of you in the crowded sidewalk, his ass looking so good in his jeans. You almost tripped twice because you were staring at his backside and didn’t see where you were going. Once you got to a less crowded area, you fell in step with Jaehyun, his gorgeous backside out of sight.

“So I got us a reservation at a really popular restaurant that opened up recently. It’s supposed to be amazing and apparently a lot of celebrities go there.” Jaehyun said, making simple conversation on your walk from the parking garage to the restaurant.

“Oh really? Which restaurant is it?” You asked curiously. You didn’t know many places in the area yet, but you were excited to try new things.

“It’s called Pulse, it’s supposed to be a cool Asian fusion place.” He stated, coming to a stop in front of the restaurant.

The place was completely packed full, the line was out the door and still went on for a bit. You were surprised to see how many people were here, the place must really be popular like Jaehyun said. The inside of the restaurant was a decent size too, so the line wasn’t there because it was a tiny hole in the wall type of place.

“This is why you need reservations.” He smirked, grabbing your elbow and gently guiding you inside. You tried to ignore the feeling of his hand on your skin, it burned to the touch but in the best way possible.

“Hi, reservation for Jung.” He politely told the hostess, looking at you and giving you a cute smile. You could tell he was excited and that made you smile.

“I’m sorry, what time is your reservation?” The waitress asked, not looking up from her tablet.

“For 8pm. Under Jung.” He said again, brow scrunched in confusion.

The hostess scanned the iPad with rapid eyes, looking for the reservation.

“Sorry Mr. Jung. There must have been a confusion. We unfortunately don’t have a reservation for you tonight.” The hostess said in an apologetic voice, looking a little sheepish.

Jaehyun's ears turned a bright shade of red and you instantly felt bad for him; he seemed so embarrassed and it was an endearing sight.

“Really? Oh man. Is there anyway we could wait and see if anyone doesn’t show up for their reservation?” He asked politely, the crimson spreading from his ears to his neck.

“Absolutely! If you’d like to sit here in the waiting area, I’ll be sure to get you if anything opens up.” She said and motioned for the crowded seated area.

You and Jaehyun made your way there and sat on a couch, pressed up against other people and each other. You looked at Jaehyun and saw how bummed out he looked, it really broke your heart a little.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” You smiled as you nudged his arm, wanting to reassure him that it wasn’t a big deal.

“I’m sorry I’m just really annoyed. I wanted today to go well.” He said sheepishly as he looked at you.

“It will. Because we are together and that’s all that matters.” You squeeze his balled up fist softly, once again reassuring him that you didn’t mind the inconvenience.

Jaehyun smiles at you and looks into your eyes intently, lingering longer than he allows himself.

He breaks eye contact and looks ahead, feeling his ears get hot again.

After about an hour of waiting, Jaehyun heard your stomach growl and wanted to shoot himself. 9pm is no time to have dinner and he was upset he’d make you wait this long to eat. He excused himself and made his way to the hostess once again, talking with her for a couple of minutes. You saw him take his phone out and look at something on his phone as he spoke to the hostess, while she furiously looked through the ipad. You were confused as to what he was doing, clearly anyone that had a reservation was here and you guys were out of luck. You really didn’t care if you didn’t get to eat there tonight. You just didn’t want Jaehyun to feel bad about the whole situation. First dates usually went bad and at least you two liked each other and wanted to be in each other’s company. After a few more minutes of conversation he walked back to you, giving you a small smile and a shrug.

“No luck. I’m so sorry this turned out horrible.” He said in a defeated tone that made your chest constrict a little bit.

You stood and grabbed his hand, guiding him out of the restaurant and into the chilly night air.

“There’s a really good pizza place nearby, want to go there?” He asked, nervous that you were going to be disappointed of his choice.

“Yes! I haven’t had pizza in forever! And I’ve never had New York pizza before. Let’s go!” You said excitedly, tugging his arm forward.

He couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, genuinely happy that you were so easygoing since he didn’t meet a lot of girls like you.

Your hand was still held securely in his and no one said anything about it. When you grabbed it inside the restaurant, you weren’t really thinking, you just wanted to make Jaehyun see that you were just happy to be in his company. But now you didn’t want to make it awkward by pulling your hand away. He didn’t seem to mind or if he did, he didn’t show. But you’ve concluded that Jaehyun is a gentleman and he wouldn’t pull away from you.

“Here it is.” He said, opening the door to the cute and quaint Italian eatery.

You were sat at a booth in the corner where it was private and cozy. The atmosphere was very intimate and a live band was playing what you assumed was romantic Italian music. After ordering the biggest pizza they had, easy conversation started flowing between the both of you. Whenever you were with Jaehyun it never felt awkward or uncomfortable and you were extremely thankful for that. You also feel like you could be yourself and he wouldn’t judge you, which is another reason why you enjoy being around him.

Once the pizza was set in front of you, Jaehyun served the largest piece on your plate, making you laugh.

“Do I look that hungry to you?” You tease, watching as the cheese pooled around the slice on your plate, making you drool at the sight.

“No… but I feel like it’s my fault you’re starving, so you get the biggest slice.” He explained simply, placing a slice on his plate as well.

The first bite was heavenly and you were so hungry that it tasted so delicious, you weren’t aware of the noise that was made on your throat. It was a low moan at the delicious taste of the pizza in your mouth, which made Jaehyun’s ears turn a light shade of pink. He was grateful that you didn’t seem to notice and he chastised himself for letting his brain go there.

“So, I have a question.” You said as you leaned back on the booth, knowing that you should have stopped at your third slice but went in for the fourth one anyway. Good thing the dress was forgiving and had some stretch to it.

“What is it?” Jaehyun smiled, wiping his fingers of the grease residue.

“If you don’t have a car, which car are you using tonight?” You asked with a head tilt that made Jaehyun swoon. You were so adorable and didn’t even know it.

“I borrowed a company car.” He said with a chuckle, shrugging at your surprised face.

“Are you allowed to do that?” You asked, hoping he wouldn't get in trouble.

“Yeah! We can borrow company cars for personal errands too. I usually don’t because the traffic and parking in the city is awful. But tonight is a night that required a nice car and not the subway.” He winked, making you blush at his explanation. Of course Jaehyun wouldn’t do anything he’s not supposed to and the fact that he thought tonight deserved a car was very endearing.

“I might need to walk off the pizza I devoured.” You whined playfully, making Jaehyun laugh.

“We can take a walk to an ice cream place, if you like.” He proposed, making you perk up at his suggestion. If you were a dog, your ears would have perked up at the proposal.

“I’m down!” You said excitedly, wanting to eat ice cream now.

Jaehyun paid for the pizza (you tried to pay half, but he didn’t let you) and held the door open for you. You walked to the ice cream place and continued your conversation from earlier. He fell in step with you and nudged his hand against yours a couple times. You felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter around like crazy. You glanced at him and saw that he was smiling down at you, silently waiting for your reaction. Once he saw the small smile you gave him, he got brave enough to hold your hand. You felt your face heat up at the same time you saw his ears turn scarlet.

“Is this okay?” He asked bashfully, making you giggle at his cuteness.

“Yeah, it’s perfect.” You said, nudging him with your shoulder and smiling shyly.

Walking hand and hand, you walked one more block and reached the ice cream place.

You ordered your ice cream and sat at a corner table, sitting next to each other to be close.

“So I want to get to know more about you.” Jaehyun said as he ate spoonfuls of his ice cream, giving you an amused smile. “How about we play a round of 20 questions.” He suggested, making you laugh at his cute idea.

“I love that. Okay, go.” You said, enjoying the delicious ice cream.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked.

“Purple. Okay, what’s your favorite food.” You asked, settling more comfortably on your chair.

“Honestly the spicy pork my mom makes. It's amazing. What’s your favorite season?”

“Winter, no doubt!” You said with conviction, making Jaehyun laugh at your antics.

“Really? But it gets super cold.” He said, most girls he knew preferred warmer weather.

“Yes but it’s so easy to get warm. Fuzzy socks, warm sweaters, hot chocolate or tea and if you have a cuddle buddy, even better.” You state simply, shrugging your shoulders as Jaehyun laughed at your explanation.

“Ah I see, so you enjoy having a cuddle buddy then?” He teased, eyes twinkling in the lighting of the ice cream parlor.

“I mean, yeah? But I haven’t had one in years, so I don’t remember what it’s like.” You shrugged, finishing the last bits of your cookies and cream ice cream.

“What about that one guy from Korea?” He asked curiously. He didn’t want to pry and seem like wanted to invade your privacy.

“Chanyeol? Oh god. He was not a cuddle buddy. He was more of a wham bam thank you ma’am kind of guy.” You said with an icy tone, the memory of Chanyeol and your…. Relationship not something you like to remember or dwell on.

“Oh, sorry for asking.” He winced, feeling bad for bringing it up.

“Oh my god, don’t worry about it! It’s whatever now. I feel like I’m pretty much over it all by now.” You shrugged, not wanting Jaehyun to feel bad for bringing it up.

“He’s an idiot.” He said, tone low but you were able to hear him.

“What?” You asked, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly.

“I said he’s an idiot. He would have been lucky to cuddle with you.” He said honestly, the eye contact being a little intense for you.

“Thanks.” You whispered, feeling your face get hot due to Jaehyun’s words.

“Ready to go?” He asked suddenly, grabbing the trash from the table, his movements brash and sudden. You figured he was probably a little embarrassed and it is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You said, putting on your jacket before heading out to the chilly street.

Once outside you began your walk back to the parking garage that was now a couple blocks away from your original destination. You contemplated holding Jaehyun’s hand again. He does seem to be into you, at least from how he’s been acting today. And well, since you have known him. You took a deep breath and reached for his hand, intertwining your hand with his. He looked at you a little shocked but smiled as he squeezed your hand tighter, a silent recognition that he did not mind holding your hand. He actually loved the fact that you took the initiative of holding his hand, giving him the hint that you must share his interest.

You arrived at the car much too soon for your liking, even though you were thankful to be out of the chilly night air.

Jaehyun drove to your apartment while holding your hand which made your insides flutter with excitement. You were in a comfortable silence and you couldn’t help but stare at his profile. He is so gorgeous, you don’t know how you got so lucky to be on a date with him.

“What?” He asked, glancing over at you as he drove through town.

“Nothing. You’re just really handsome.” You stated simply, making Jaehyun’s ears turn a bright shade of red in lightning speed.

“Don’t say that.” He chuckled, trying not to show how embarrassed he is.

“It’s true though!” You were delighted to see him squirming in his seat, his face getting a shade darker with each passing second.

“Alright! We are here!” He exclaimed, parking the car in front of your apartment building.

“Thank you so much for today, I had an amazing time.” You said, shifting your body towards Jaehyun.

“I did too. Sorry for the whole reservation fiasco.” He said, subconsciously leaning towards you.

“It’s not a big deal. I’m just glad I got to spend time with you.” You stated, looking into his eyes intently.

There was a sudden heaviness that settled in the confinements of the car, the two of you getting closer to each other. You don’t know who moved in first, but you felt fireworks explode in the back of your eyelids the second your lips touched. It was tentative at first, slow and explorative, wanting to get to know each others likes better. You both pulled away slowly, your breathing a little heavier than normal.

“Let me walk you to your door.” Jaehyun whispered, voice low and husky.

“Okay.” You whispered, pulling away slowly and reaching for the door handle. You took a deep breath to regulate your breathing, lips still tingling from kissing Jaehyun.

You walked hand in hand to your apartment, quiet while letting the reality of the kiss settle in.

Standing in front of your apartment door, you wasted no time in reattaching your lips to his. His lips were so soft and addicting, you felt like you didn’t get your fill in the car. He placed his hands on your hips tentatively, bringing you closer as your kiss got deeper.

His tongue grazed your lips and you willingly opened them to give him access to explore your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you, a low moan escaping your mouth. The sound was music to Jaehyun’s ears and he wanted to hear more, loving the way you felt pressed up against him.

“Want to come in?” You asked breathless, needing to get some air.

Jaehyun groaned, placing his forehead against yours.

“God I want to. Trust me, I want to go in so bad and just- god. Look, I like you. I really really like you and I don’t want to ruin this. I want to take it slow, if that’s okay with you.” He said, massaging your sides slowly.

“Okay.” You rasped, giving him a small peck on the lips.

“Have a good night.” He said, giving you a beautiful smile that made you swoon.

You walked into your apartment and waited for Jaehyun to get into the elevator before you closed the door with a deep sigh. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face, believing that you most likely just had the best night of your life. A delighted giggle slipped past your lips as you headed to your bathroom to get ready for bed, too giddy to let exhaustion take over. You were way into Jaehyun but you didn’t care. He was amazing and different than anyone you’d ever met. You couldn’t wait to see him again and see where your relationship would end up.

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How to feel ethereal

- First, Have a healthy and big breakfast. They always say it is most important. After all, It’s the first meal of the day in which decides how you’re going to feel after. Make sure it’s something good and healthy.

- Eat fruits and vegetables throughout the day. It’ll make you feel better on the inside, As well as on the out. Drink lots of water and stray away from soda and coffee. Energize yourself naturally.

- Do yoga or an activity in which is graceful. Ballet is a great example of that. You’re challenging your body but still end up appearing as if it’s nothing but graceful.

-Take a shower or a bath. If you take a bath, Make it a warm one with added essential oils or even bath bombs. If you have a robe, Have it on the ready. Clear your mind and focus only on your breathing. Listen to how you breathe ever so calmly.

- If you are able to, Invest in some silk things such as robes, silk pillows and or silk pj’s. They’re very comfortable and yet make me feel like a princess.

- While in a shower or bath, Afterwards make sure to apply any lotion you want for soft and silky skin. This feeling is amazing and is even better with fresh shaven legs!

- Sit straight when you are sitting down and standing. This is, of course, Optional as for you do not need to do this all the time. It can help you breathe better though and can help with back problems. If you are a girl, You may sit with your ankles crossed. Again, This is just optional and you can sit any way you wish!

- Apply a face mask or cleanser. It’s very important to keep track of your skin’s health. Also, Be sure to watch how it reacts to certain cleansers and what not, So you know not to use those again. Remember to be gentle to your skin!

- Use a gentle and pretty scented body mist to spray onto your body and if you want, Hair as well. However, You can use a hair mask to make your hair smell nice almost instantly!

- Leave your windows opened as often as you are able to, To allow the scent of fresh and natural air to enter.

- Keep flowers and or plants around your home or bedroom. A vase of roses is a great example for a lovely and ethereal feeling to the area.

- Wear flowy dresses, tops or skirts as well as soft and floral.

- Wear colors like cream, white, ivory or pastel pink.

- Apply a gentle pink lip balm every morning and before you go to sleep each night!

- Speaking of sleep, Make sure to sleep at a decently early time to get a full night’s rest.

- If you wear makeup, You may think about applying a little bit of pink blush to your cheeks!

- Spend time doing quality activities such as going outdoors, Reading some of your favorite books, or spending time with friends and or family.

- Use a shimmery highlighter (or eyeshadow!) to make your skin look like it’s ~glowing~

- Eat outdoors once in a while. Yes, A picnic! It’s not done much these days however it’s actually a real nice experience! Especially with friends or your family!

- Clean and declutter your bedroom (or whole house if you wish to go all the way!)

- If you’re religious, Take some time to pray. If not, Try meditating or listening to some calming music!

- Use a wooden comb or brush.

I hope you enjoyed today’s post! Apologizes for being a little inactive again :(

Stay strong lovelies and remember to always take care of yourselves and that you are perfect the way you are, don’t let anyone make you think differently. And with much love!!

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theangrypokemaniac · 4 years

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I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

...

Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

#maandpashipping #team rocket #ma james #pa james #ma and pa james #james #jessie #james's mom #james's dad #james's parents #rocketshipping #kanto #holy matrimony!

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blackreesemajic · 4 years

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Social Distancing with a New Flame

✨💕 You just met a new boo and just when the vibes started flowing boom* 💥 💥 the world shuts down and quarantine is turned on. The honeymoon phase should be the time you and your person are going on dates, boo’d up in public, holding hands, and sucking each other's face every second of the day. 😘😘😘

Your mind is filled with a plethora of in-person activities y’all can be doing during this time to make the butterflies in your stomach flutter like they just popped a perk.

If your situation is anything like mine, You may feel like your coochie was just put on 90-day probation without your consent. Thank you to the reviews of Steve Harvey’s, “Act like a Lady, Think like a man.” And his toxic masculinity perpetuated in his book, I would have read it and MAYBE had been better prepared for THIS situation.

Remember, although times are hard right now it’s not always about sex! Your peach 🍑 may be yearning for that eggplant 🍆 but 30-90 days is not. that. long... of a wait to be intimate with someone.

You could be like one of those people who wait until marriage…

No shade, but I am not one of those people.

I’m the, “Bring that ass here boi!” type of people.

The CDC recommends that we “Stay Calm” during this time quarantine.

It sounds unrealistic to me. 😒

How can we stay calm when our sexual desires are all over the place.

There are three things we are ALL doing during this time if we are not daydreaming about the outside land.

We spend all day bouncing that ass from Insta to Facebook, Twitter to Tumblr then back to Insta again…

Log on to our ex’s Netflix account and be entertained by the white Trashery of Tiger King and then see the same trashery in the White House to remind us the world has gone straight to SHITS...

Lastly, switching to Private mode on our phones and visiting pornhub.com or xvideos.com to see who is offering the best free subscription.

Trust me, I’m right there with you!

Just because social distancing is in effect does not mean you have to distance your heart.

Let’s use this time to get to know each other on a personal level.

Isolation could be causing your energies to yearn for one another louder than ever. You may even have a heightened craving of intimacy during this time. This time in quarantine can be beneficial to your dating life if you consider yourself someone who is, “Shy or Introverted” or are attracted to people who are. Many people with introverted personalities would prefer getting to know each other over the phone or on a virtual date. This is the time to bring back genuine connections, open and honest conversations, and my ALL TIME FAVORITE… Falling asleep on the phone.

[[Pieces of Reese: If he in quarantine at “his crib” but can only talk to you during certain hours or when he steps outside… He in quarantine with someone else, sis. LET HIM GO! ]] 🔑 😒

Here are some tips to keep the flame lit, tea hot, and coffee dripping down your lips. So that when you and your new boo do get back together the connection is stronger than ever!

1. Self Healing and Reflecting: I know. I know. You were so excited because you feel like you could have finally met your “PERSON”. And now, You can’t even see them in-person. Your mind starts to ponder so many “What the fucking Ifs!” “What if they get bored with me?” “What if they lose interest?” “What if they have multiple quarantine boo’s” “What if they catch corona and die?!!!” I know it sounds fucking crazy but its a real fucking fear. You must remember that FEAR stands for False Evidence Appearing Real!

I NEED YOU TO IMMEDIATELY; Reset your mind and Refocus yourself.

Now is the time you must remind yourself that “YOU ARE THAT BITCH!” Use this time to get to know you. Get healthy Physically, Mentally, and Emotionally... If being in a relationship/ situationship is what you desire at the end of all of this. Use the time to make yourself WHOLE. Thou can’t pick up broken glass without cutting the hand that is trying to put the pieces back together.

[[ “We don’t fear being alone. We fear getting to know the parts of ourselves we didn’t know before.” - Pieces of Reese ]]

Pick up a pen and paper and write: Write a letter to yourself. Write in your diary. Write to your person. Write your feelings. Write yourself daily affirmations and post them on your bathroom mirror so that you see them every day. Get connected with the feelings behind your everyday thoughts.

Set a routine; Whatever the routine looks like to you, set it! There is no amount of work you need to force yourself to meet society’s sense of productivity. The routine is only in place to keep your body prepared for what the universe has to offer you once this is all done.

2. Virtual Dates: It seems crazy but having a virtual date can be romantic and is also cost-efficient. If you or your partner want to be extravagant you can rotate turns ordering the other person a meal (Be sure to leave your delivery person a decent tip for working through these hard times). You can both go into your own kitchens and cook each other your favorite meal. Make something you will want your person to try when you are in one space. Try describing the taste of the meal, who taught you how to make it, and why it is your favorite. Adding wine or alcohol loosens things up and being alone could make you more comfortable with being yourself on the date. A great website to get the conversation going: www.goalcast.com/2018/04/19/deep-questions-to-ask-your-partner/amp/

3. Share what you see: If you are a lover of music, videos, Memes, or GIFs, Do NOT be afraid to share it with your person. With everything that is happening in the world currently, Now is the perfect time to make someone smile and laugh. Remember that MENTAL HEALTH is real! For people who suffer from Mental Health Illness, forced isolation calls for undesired thoughts of not being wanted. Show your person they are the first person you thought of when you have seen or heard something. Make them feel like, you couldn’t wait to send it to them. Let them know they are not alone during this time. You are their person

4. If you are adventurous: Video or Phone sex has never got anyone left on READ. It actually gets you a callback.

It's safe, sexy, and Kinky AS FUCK! Call your friends who love BDSM to teach you a thing or two. Virtual sex allows you to push the boundaries between you and your partner. It makes each person excited for what's to come when you are in one space.

You can set the mood for your virtual hook up by lighting candles, having your space neat, camera angles must be on point, and start off with a striptease to get the eggplant ripe and keep the peach juicy.

Playing a ”If I miss, I Strip. If you miss, You strip.” [if you know, you know ❤️ + 🏀 ] type of game may relax you and your partner. Of course, Make it specific to you and yours. Don’t forget to have your #BlackReeseMajic music playlist ready. If you don’t have a music playlist visit my apple music/ Spotify to follow any of mine

5. Lastly, Optional, and specific for my Spiritual Souls who believe in the power of Manifestation: ✨💕✨💕✨💕

[You do not have to have a person already to do this step. If you are someone hoping to find your quarantine boo or keep the one you have then this is for you]

Step One: is to start by writing out everything you want in your person. Qualities, Attributes, Values, and Looks (if you believe in detail). Remember to write out how you want to be treated by your person. If you want to go the extra step. You can write what ‘You’ will be able to offer to your person. Once you have produced the person you desire in the concrete sense,

Step Two: is to call on your spirits guides, ancestors, and higher power to bring forth your ask. Some things you may need to connect with the spiritual realm but are not required are 1.Pink Candle (Pink candles personify the purest form of love, a love without selfishness with selfless emotions, are ideal for the beginning of a relationship), 2. Herbs or Essential oils [if you have] have a centuries-long history of symbolizing love and devotion (Lavender, Rose, Basil, Calendula...etc). 3. Sage: “Sage is known to have healing properties and with the power of intention and spiritual connection with the source of all existence, the burning of Sage assists with healing and clearing.” 4. Offering: Clean and freshwater is the simplest form of offering. You can also offer coins, jewelry, fruits, anything appealing to the spirits. 5. Bell or anything that makes noise (can be your voice)

And Step Three: Have a table or space specific for intentions or manifestation. With a clear mind, body, and soul begin my thanking creation for all that you already have. I like to place my “person desires” list under my pink candle. I sprinkle my herbs around and inside my candle. I use a couple of drops of my essential oils for fragrance (Spirits love good smelling things). I make my spiritual space as pretty as possible (Glitter is enticing to spirits and crystals deepens the vibrations). I give the offering (usually freshwater, money, or coins). I chant (Chanting is specific to you. If you need help with a chant I usually say, “All praises to the most high. God, Spirits, Creation, and Ancestors, I thank you for everything you have done and everything you continue to do. I offer you my purest self and this alter to bring forth my ask…” I burn my sage (smell, clarity, and guidance to myself and spirits), and finally, I light my pink love candle.

I let my candle burn for a whole day or I light it every day for a few hours then blow it out.

I hope this tea has filled your soul the way writing it has filled mine. Stay at home if you can and stay safe during this time.

If you are someone who lost a loved one from complications of COVID19, I pray for healing and peace over your life. I am sending EACH and every one of you Light and Love from the depths of my soul.

Spread Light and Love Every day! ✨💕

PEACE & Be The.

Sincerely, Pieces of Reese

Sources:

https://www.miracleswithinus.com/the-spiritual-side-of-sage.html

https://dontmesswithmama.com/essential-oils-for-romance-love/

https://www.thespruce.com/herb-meanings-in-love-and-romance-1761964

https://www.sisterlove.org/post/keeping-it-safe-and-sexy-covid19

#Blackreesemajic piecesofreese

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dlamp-dictator · 5 years

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Allen’s Anime Update

Happy New Year folks, I hope you’re all doing well. I know it’s been awhile since I’ve done an Anime Update, and for those that follow me I know I was a bit off-putting with my last Rambling, but I want to get back into making these monthly update post again. I’ve watched quite a bit of anime over the last bits of 2018′s fall season, but I’ll keep it to the stuff I finished to completion and have a decent opinion of.

For those new, my Anime Updates feature me giving a few short paragraphs that summarize my thoughts on the current anime I’m watch or finished. These are usually shorter essays and Ramblings, but sometimes I can drag on a bit. I do something similar for the videos games I play too, however those tend to get their own Ramblings since I’m more of a gamer than anime fan.

But anyway, onto the update!

First up we’ve got Release the Spyce, an action comedy anime about a Momo Minamoto, a normal high school girl that joins a secret organization of high school spy girls that fight underground crime syndicates.

Yes, it’s as ridiculous as it sounds and I loved almost every moment of.

The show overall was a fun romp. Fun action scenes with a killer soundtrack, an extremely jazzy OP that got my head bopping every time it played, great interactions between Momo and spy girls, especially with her straight-lace mentor Yuki, and the over-arching plot about a traitor in their ranks was... interesting to say the least. Yeah... this show took darker turn toward the end than I expected, and I honestly think the show suffered a little for it due to the extreme tone shift. Most of the episodes were action-filled romps with some character arcs and comedic moments in between, along with some small hints at a traitor. I’m gonna’ be honest, I got flashbacks to Rokka Braves of the Six Flowers, because not only was the traitor not who I expected, but the traitor’s motives just didn’t make any sense until... well, spoiler things happened, and even then it just irritated me more.

Again, the last few episodes were my only issue with this show, but overall I think it’s a fun time that I could recommend to anyone. This show can be seen on VRV and Hi-Dive, so check them out there. There’s also a simulcast dub going on at the time of me posting this, and while I tend to be dubs-over-subs, the dub... comes across as flat to me. A lot the actors feel like they’re just reading off the script save for a few of the side characters. I’d say wait until the blu-rays when it comes to the dub, maybe they’ll iron things out by then.

And next... we have Senran Kagura Shinovi Master.

This... was a bad anime for several reasons.

Reason I will probably make a Rambling about in the near future, but that’s for another time. The summary of the plot is... God, I don’t even know how to describe it. Essentially, Shinovi Master takes place after the Peach Beach Splash video game, expanding more on the lore of the Youma, the battle against them, and Yumi’s long-lost evil sister Fubuki that is apparently half-Youma.

No, I’m not making that last part up, that is actually a thing.

Like I said, this was bad for several reasons that I’ll get to at a later date, but I just pray the newest Senran Kagura game retcons this anime out of the existence, because Lordy I don’t want this to be a part the convoluted continuity that is Senran Kagura.

For some good news, RWBY Volume 6 has actually been good this time around. The story picks up a little after the events in Volume 5 and so far I’ve been liking what’s been shown. The characters have been fun and interesting, the lore got a canonical retcon and it worked so well oh my god guys, the plot’s actually going somewhere, we’ve got all of team RWBY together and interacting in fun/interesting ways, and the actions scenes are finally good again.

If you guys haven’t been keeping up with the series since Volume 3 I highly recommend reading a summary of volumes 4 and 5 then jumping straight into volume 6. Trust me folks, it’s worth it.

And last on the list, we’ve got Zombieland Saga, a comedic slice-of-life show about eccentric Idol manager Kotaro and his undead zombie Idols.

In all seriousness though, this is a a great anime for something so episodic. Even the moments when it got a little bit more serious toward the last few episodes I was still invested, unlike with Release the Spyce that made me unsure about things. If you guys have been looking for a wholesome anime to watch between all the fanservice and isekai then I definitely recommend giving this one a shot.

The dub sounds pretty good too, quality work from Funimation as usual. I honestly prefer Kotaro’s English voice if I had to pick between the two.

And that’s it for the update folks. I’m gonna’ get to work on a Rambling about video games and another Rambling talking about Magical Girl Spec Ops. The latter’s probably coming out first since the anime’s coming, and I want to talk about it before then.

Anyway, see you all later.

#release the spyce #senran kagura #rwby #zombieland saga #allen's anime update #your dictator is speaking

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russianglitter · 6 years

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It’s that time of year again! I’ve included links to most of their routines; just click on the events next to their names for video. (Some are old or potato quality or both.)

Let me know if you have questions about anyone!

2019 Seniors

Ksenia Klimenko - VT UB BB FX I think everyone knows Klimenko by now. She's a gorgeous gymnast, especially great on UB/BB, and actually seems to have some mental toughness. :O (But then, we thought the same about Melka.) Ksenia gives me the same "baby Aliya" vibes that Eremina did as a young junior, so I hope she can stay healthy and follow in their footsteps. :) Expect to see her at Jesolo, Junior Europeans, and the Youth Olympic Games next year.

Anastasia Agafonova - UB BB FX Agaf. Beautiful, beautiful gymnast - very similar to Komova - but already constantly broken. She has the same coaches as Sokova, so I think we all know how this is gonna end. But she has some impressive skills: inbars and piked jaeger on bars, side aerial+loso on beam, and full-in on floor. Great turns too. (Sorry about the shitty UB/BB videos - there are HD ones on FloPro if you have that.)

Daria Belousova - VT UB BB FX Belou is a nice little gymnast! She’s best on bars and beam, but shows AA potential as well, although she’s only competed UB/BB recently. I think she could end up a bit like Kapitonova; rapidly improving over the next couple years and contending for major teams. Slow and steady.

2020 Seniors

Olga Astafyeva - VT UB BB FX Asta! I've loved this kid since she was 10 years old. She's got some great skills for her age - van Leeuwen, LOSO beam mount, full-in on FX, and she's training a DTY. You might notice her knees taped up; her coach said it's Osgood-Schlatter, so hopefully she'll grow out of it? Anyway, I like her because her style is like a Russian-American blend. In a good way. Pray for her.

Vladislava Urazova - VT BB FX Vlada! I remember liking her beam at 2014 Olympic Hopes, but she kinda dropped off the radar after that.. Anyway, we finally got to see her routines this summer, and it turns out she's fantastic! She's not the most expressive gymnast around, but she's insanely talented. Great FTY (competed a 1.5 once), LOSO mount and bhs+bhs+layout on beam, triple full and front double full on floor. She's also a lean mean spinning machine.There's no video of her bars, but she's weak there judging by scores. (NBD, it's not like Russia lacks barworkers.) Definitely going to Euros next year if she stays healthy.

Elena Gerasimova - VT UB BB FX Baby beam queen. Seriously: Onodi mount, FHS+front tuck, side aerial+loso. Her floor is great as well; she has a ripe-for-upgrade 2.5+punch front and recently debuted a full-in. Vault and bars are fine for her age, and should improve when she grows a bit. Overall, she's just lovely to watch. Your typical Russian junior heartbreaker.

Irina Komnova - VT UB BB FX Irina is coached by Marina Nazarova, aka the coach of Afanasyeva and Semenova, aka that coach you see on the sidelines at every meet. What stands out about Ira are her spins. And, well, that's about it. She's not BAD on any events, but she's not great anywhere either. She does have inbars, a bhs+bhs+layout on beam, and a full-in on floor - so the foundation is there for her to become a solid AAer - she's just not there yet.

Yana Vorona - VT UB BB FX Yana also has a big-name coach: Gennady Yelfimov. (Komova's coach, for those not familiar.) I have to say, she's made huge improvements since he started training her. Her best event is FX, where she has a great double arabian and whip+double tuck. Her beam is also great, she has a solid FTY, and bars... well. :’) But again, improving under Yelfimov!! She's probably the "least best" of these girls, but she actually only made Tokyo eligibility by about 72 hours (born Dec 28, 2004). I almost hope they look beyond 2020 and into next quad. Either way, still a great gymnast with an almost Ukrainian style.

Arina Strukova - UB BB FX Strukova's not your typical Russian gymnast. She's very stocky and powerful, like Produnova. Her best event is beam, where she shows a ro+layout and side aerial+back tuck. She had a great bar routine at age 10, but hasn't really upgraded since, so we'll have to see how that event pans out for her. Floor is fine, cute choreo, and she has a decent FTY. (I'd link the video but it's on FloPro. :)) Anyway, I really like her and hope to see her get some assignments next year.

2021 Seniors (I can’t believe these kids are gonna be “real juniors” next year.)

Viktoria Listunova - VT UB BB FX Listy is probably the most artistic junior since Bondareva. Floor is her best event, with great-but-simple tumbling (tho her bhs are a little sketchy), and an awesome Mustafina turn. Her beam is good too, with a lovely press handstand mount. VT and UB are fine for her age. Just watch her routines and you'll become obsessed too! I'm hoping she goes to WOGA Classic or Gymnix next year.

Nelli Audi - VT UB BB FX Nelli is your standard skill-chucking Russian junior. A triple full at age 10? Why the hell not. I'm honestly impressed she's still alive at this point. But she has started cleaning up! Beam is her standout event; she's been attemping a LOSO mount+BHS+LOSO series and a side+aerial back tuck. She also debuted a Mustafina turn+double turn on FX at Voronin Cup, because again, why not. I hope to see her at Round Lake a lot next year so she can focus more on polishing skills and less on trying to kill herself.

Maria Minaeva - VT UB BB FX Minaeva's a really strong AAer, and if I had to bet on one of these kids surviving the quad, it would be her - mainly because she's already doing difficult skills well, and doesn't have that "breakable waif" body type. Beam and floor are her strongest events. On beam, she shows a side aerial+loso, fhs+front tuck, and fantastic leaps. On floor, she tumbles a full-in and 2.5+front tuck. Vault is a solid tsuk full (4.8 SV), and bars - while definitely her weakest event - are still crazy good for a 12-year-old. Like she would def be the #2 senior in Romania. Anyway!! Hopefully we see her at Gymnix or WOGA Classic next year too.

Ok that’s it my friends. If you’d like to see more juniors, here are my youtube playlists:

2003s 2004s 2005s and younger

Again, any questions (about these gymnasts or just whatever idc I’m starved for human contact please come talk to me) just reply to the post or hit up my ask box/messenger. :) Also let me know if any of the links are screwed up.

#gymternet #gymnastics #russian gymnastics #2018 juniors

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tomoyanosekai · 6 years

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鎖を破れ！燃やせる情熱の心～Creation from Destruction～ (Kusari wo Yabure! Moyaseru Jounetsu no Kokoro: Break the Chain! A Burning Heart of Passion)

As I sit by my desk at home, the window’s open and I feel a gentle breeze passing through. “It’s peaceful.” That’s the only thing I can think of at this moment, while I sit there taking in the spring wind, and trying to allow myself to relax. Everything’s over, but even if everything is over, why can’t I just sit here and try to enjoy the breeze and this current state of peace? As the wind continues to blow on through, I find myself reminiscing on words from two years ago.

“Chad, we see you as a moodmaker. Every time we saw you walk in, you would lift the mood up in the room. You’re a passionate guy who wouldn’t hold back in showing his passions.”

It was about two years ago when I remember hearing those words, as I accepted my role as a Hope Rising officer and accepted the qualities that the past officers saw in me, even though I wasn’t sure why they saw that in me. As April came and went, a lot has happened already within this semester as it comes to an end. Although this semester wasn’t too bad, I can easily say that this whole semester destroyed me. Have I made mistakes? I made a whole bunch. Did I stretch myself too far? Probably. However, even if I was destroyed, I can still come back from it. As Beerus from Dragon Ball Super has said,

“Before creation, there must be destruction.”

And just like that, throughout the past semester, I witnessed my own destruction.

To begin somewhere, this semester has been slightly decent in terms of classes. However, outside of class, and into my personal life… Well, I’ve been destroying myself. How exactly have I destroyed myself? Simply put, I’ve kept fighting, and through every struggle and trial, although I’ve somehow overcome everything, all of this came at a price. I lost sight of myself, and as a result, I lost sight of the world around me and exhausted myself. I’ve been putting a lot of strain and stress on myself, to the point of where the pressure basically crushed me, and my passions have burned too brightly, to the point of where it burned itself out. A lot of this could be my neglect for my own mental health, since I’ve gotten to a point of where almost literally everything and everyone around me has irritated me. However, it’s ultimately been my fault for neglecting my own self care, since my life has either consisted of either Hope Rising (expect a lot of mention of them in this post) or a focus on grades. Considering Hope Rising, this makes more sense since the club has been doing meetings on a weekly basis, and the officers and I hang out a lot outside of club. Due to the club meeting schedule or classes, I personally feel that there has been no time for easy breathing in my life, or connecting with others outside of that for any other communities. Added on with more drama that came through various parts of life from every month, such as me getting angry with friends in January, coping with my actions in February, welcoming a new addition to the family and hearing about how he got hospitalized (but is now fully recovered, thank God) in March, and last but not least, being put in the middle of a bunch of circumstances that I never asked for, but in the end couldn’t leave alone in April. Added on with the pressure of class and helping with club activities and just life, everything here alone is enough to crush a person. And very honestly? It broke me very thoroughly.

As of recently, one of the biggest hype trains in pop culture right now was the recent release of the movie, The Avengers: Infinity War. In preparation for that, I decided to watch through clips of all the Marvel movies I hadn’t seen yet. One of those movies was Thor Ragnarok. Throughout that movie, the main character Thor loses his trademark hammer, the Mjolnir, as it was broken when fighting against the antagonist of the movie, Hela, the God of Death. Although it was a fun movie, one of the subplots was the fact that Thor had to come to terms about losing the Mjolnir, and find his true strength and identity beyond what he found was his own self defining trait. There was one scene that I really liked, which was a scene where Thor was having a mental conversation when being cornered by Hela. The person he was speaking to in this conversation was his father, Odin.

Thor: “She’s (Hela) too strong. Without my hammer, I can’t-”

Odin: “Are you Thor, the God of Hammers? That hammer was to help you control your power, to focus it. It was never your source of strength.”

...

Thor: “I’m not as strong as you.”

Odin: “No... You’re stronger.”

Yes, this semester may have destroyed me. However, in destroying myself, through both the pressures holding me down and my passions, I can only get rebuilt even stronger than before, just like how I was rebuilt in January. However, the difference between then and now is that I feel that I’m breaking free from the labeled chains that were weighing me down. Many of my friends have said that I need to “get rid of that heroic main character mindset altogether,” when reading through last month’s entry. Ultimately, they’re right. That may have been a thing in the past, but in the end, that was never the source of my true identity, and I need to break free from that chain, whether or not I had self confidence come from there. I needed to be more honest with myself. I’m not “Chad, the main character of this story.” Within these past few weeks, I’ve been feeling the chains of that Main Character mindset break behind me, along with many other chains while I’ve been destroying myself. The remains of what used to be me is going to be molded into something even stronger, into a “more genuine me.” The one question I proposed to myself was this: “Was the heroic mindset the only thing that allowed me to keep doing good for others?” No, that heroic character was not the thing that allowed you to be a good person. At some point in time, it’s time to drop the hero pretenses, and just be me.

On one end, although that heroic persona was a heavy chain that weighed me down, it also tried to become a cover for my true self, but ultimately became a cover that tried to dim a light, illuminated by a flame within my heart. That flame is a passion and love for other people that burns intensely within me, and is burning through and beyond my past self. On the flip side, just as fire can mean destruction, it also can mean creation and life. Even though that passion within me is burning away that previous, “heroic” construct of me, it is allowing me to recreate myself into becoming a vessel that can contain my passion and heart for others even more, and show my true self. People around me have said that I have an extremely big heart that I wear on my sleeve, and honestly, they’re not wrong. The words of various friends around me have, and are continuing to help me find my true self.

“You’re a good man. Never forget that. You’ve got a big heart for others who will run to their aid at the drop of a pin, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of that.”

“You rolled with the punches when things got hard. You would always continue to smile, and dive in without any hesitations.”

“...You would always check in on us and see if we needed prayer, and always worry about us.”

“You usually were the one to pick us up, and reminded us to take life easy.”

“You would always help and listen to me whenever I had any problems.”

“You kept on thinking of the attendees and everyone else and kept the original vision of Hope Rising in mind when we didn’t.”

In all honesty, I usually find it hard to shed tears out of sheer sadness, anger, or frustration. However, it’s through these collective and precious words given to me by the friends around me, whom I felt annoyed with at some point, did I truly begin to tear up after trying so hard to continually fight against these thoughts until the end and deny my self value to others. These words will continue to ring loudly and resound within my heart. I will never stop helping others if I see them need help. The genuine self I’m looking for is a person whose kindness is rooted from a passion and love for others. It’s easy to know when God is trying to tell you something, whether it be through your friends, or through an encounter.

When you pray for anything, whether it be clarity or a sign, God will answer. There was one week where I had been doubting my own passions for Japan, as well as my overall role in Hope Rising. However, God works in wondrous ways, which is something I can’t even comprehend, since I felt he spoke to me directly through a small encounter. There was one day where I didn’t have class on a Wednesday afternoon, and I decided to go get lunch that day, which was something I usually never did. When I went out and got lunch, I found that there were young Japanese Students touring Biola, and I went out and approached them. The first person I approached was the Japanese Teacher/Chaperone, where I simply asked where they came from in English, since they had such a large group, and I didn’t want to make any assumptions in the event I was wrong. Because I approached their group, an American tour guide came up to me and told me that they were from Japan, and from there, I began to speak Japanese. Everyone from that group seemed surprised, and the American Tour Guide asked me if I knew about the Japanese Club on Biola’s campus, where I was happy to say that “I’m one of their leaders.” From there, that opened the doors to an opportunity that allowed me to have small conversations with the students, as well as the teachers. Although this was a seemingly small encounter, it was through this small encounter where I found my reason for why I have a passion for Japan, and why I’m a leader in Hope Rising. My heart bleeds for the youth of Japan, who don’t know their future, despite the pressures that come with it. Through telling them that I was a leader in Hope Rising, given my background, I could show them that there are Japanese people who are Christian. Simply “I am blessed to be a blessing,” and I want to be a blessing for the youth of Japan who are worried about their future, and show them that the future isn’t dependent on pressure from society.

Ever since the Hope Rising Retreat happened, I saw many of my friends come into their full potential. Although I was able to see them come to what I can currently see as their “fullest potential,” I know that as I am now, I’m close to reaching it as well. Something one of my friends told me during the Hope Rising Retreat that I should’ve been proud of was the fact that I turned the a campground full of people who had different cultural backgrounds, into a place that brought everyone together and had an enjoyable time. Although this semester marks the end of my Junior Year, it also marks the beginning of my journey towards truly re-finding and re-defining who I am. I am no main character or hero; that chain is broken. I am not defined by Hope Rising; that club is not who I am. I am defined by the heart God has given me, and will strive to continue to walk towards the person God intends me to become with a heart burning full of passion. I’m simply at the cusp of coming into my fullest, deepest, untapped potential. Although a lot of my friends from Hope Rising will be in Japan this summer, I won’t be there. Although it frustrates me and makes me jealous on many degrees, it’s simply not my time yet, and I need time to grow as a man. As it’s written in Ecclesiastes 3:1,

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”

This is not my time to be out in Japan, even though my friends will be there. However, since they’re there, this is my time to focus and try to come into that full potential I’m at the cusp of reaching.

Four months, here we go. Time to become stronger than before. To those friends who gave me those words of affirmations, thank you. I’ll see you all soon.

“From here on out, it’s my stage!!”

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MemoToTheMetaVerse 3.6, “How It Goes, How Goes It? Down the Drain Again”

JustJeff, the author of this memo, sits down at his desk in the evening on December 7, 2017 in his ordinary first-floor apartment in The Orchard. He smokes the tiniest amount of dried cannabis flower possible and begins typing on his Macbook air.

Homo lucius Lucensis? Hmmm. The shiniest of humankind. That’s good...

Monologos Rex. The king of linguistic loneliness.

Guess which is Life. And which Death?

SagA* is a black hole of theoretically impossible emotional complexity, and says, “He writes some pretty decent poetry, eh? Why don’t you, dear reader, if you’re paying attention PROMISE YOURSELF right here, right now, that you’ll do something nice for yourself if not for all mankind, and send Jeff a text, email, note, like, repost, etc. letting him know that you care? That you care. Just, you know, you care that the world exists, and there’s suffering, and you’re not just a race of cyborgs who refuse to ... provide some feedback for a writer in need of an audience?”

Gaia activates her Daddy’s Garrison Keilor “Ford Solo vocoding FX” for all the nostalgia, none of the faux Lutheran misogyny, as storytime begins ---> BEYOWWWWWW! go.

We all sleep in a pile.

Jeff (stroking Gaia’s hair): Well, we seem to have gotten ourselves into a seriously fucked up Dr. SeussPuppet Productibus haven’t we, kid? You see...(lights up.)...It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. Every day post-En*G*Lightenment is a day for us to make introductions. And so, for nearly 4 years now, we wake up every day--every day!--ready to greet our friends and family.

We try. They never understand us.

Gaia: He even tells them, “You guys just don’t understand.” It’s like that Wilco song, pretty much:

(the water flows through the drainage pipes) ~When you’re back in your old neighborhood, /The cigarettes taste so good...but you’re so misunderstood!~

Amateratsu (singing, gently): We’d like to tHANK YOU All for nothing...

SagA* is a black hole that cannot be proven scientifically exist because, well, because it just doesn’t work that way you see, but if you imagine a ....:

“Jeff used to worry about making good impressions. But people haven’t been nice to him in a while. For 4 years he’s wandered in the desert of the really unReal. Just imagine. You’re just hanging out in a cafe--yeah you’ve been smoking literally the smallest amount of magic herbs possible--and you WHOOPS stumble upon En*G*lightenment/illumination in a cafe in Central New Jersey.

Gaia: I’m there to greet you! Happinessss. Joy!

Jeff: But then it’s only a matter of hours before you remember that the people who are supposed to love you do not. You wouldn’t have the heart to be 100% honest either.

I’m not a liar. I withhold information. It’s what something crafty and astute like Jeff does. I’ve always been remarkably cunning, let’s say. But I’ve always been good-natured. I’ve never done anything wrong, even if I’m not exactly proud of every thing I’ve had to do to get this far. I like big projects. I didn’t decide to attain enlightenment or to become illuminated. It just happened. And I’ve always done my best to be open and honest about it. All I’ve wanted is permission to be honest. This should be nothing to ask. Why do you prevent me from sharing with you? That is very bad hospitality.

Jeff walks to and fro the Center for Educational Brainwash in Edison, NJ, where he “teaches.” (There is nothing more insulting to an enlightened being than when its vocation--EDUCATION--is mocked...) He does it every day, pretty much, because he has to tutor SAT preparation in order to make ends meet. He walks up and down Rt. 27 between Highland Park and Edison, which is littered with auto repair stations and other temples built to automobiles. Jeff is literally blinded by headlights--he cannot see the moon, never mind stars--because they’re so bright and his powers of vision are beyond comprehension. The stench of pollution is overpowering. Nothing can be heard. And so, he wears headphones, sometimes, to hide from the abuse. It is what people do all the time to flee what people call “urban or suburban” life. It’s a tragedy and a travesty that he, not others, should have to live this way. That’s because Jeff has no desire to be here at all.

Remember, readers, I’m JustJeff and you’ve highjacked my ship, Spaceship Earth, and kidnapped my son Lucius. I have no choice but to fight you until you acknowledge that you are our enemy. That is the way you have chosen to react to the script I’ve written. I’m not sorry about this at all. If anything, I see it as accruing political capital, as...

SagA* and the other supermassive black holes of uncanny torque sing together in a cacaphonic chorus: ~Never gonna give you up! ... No matter how you treat me! ... Never gonna give you uh uh uhp! So don’t you think of leaving...Babe, can’t you understand? What you’re doing to the man...?~

When he’s not tutoring highschool kids in the art of wasting time, money, brainpower, and the gifts of youth, he’s a part-time professor of writing at a small, expensive, awful 4-year college in NJ. He takes the train 2 hours each way, contributing to the desecration of his daughter Gaia (the natural environment, let’s say) by taking public transportation. It costs him 28 dollars for the privilege. On the train, he must do all he can not to yell at the “innocent” passengers on board, who are either too cowardly or too ignorant to know what’s in their presence. (I do everything I can to get your attention, so don’t even think about calling me out for being “undercover,” you fucking hedonistic Lutherans!...)

From his two jobs, Jeff barely makes enough money to buy groceries, nevermind anything else. This is because he pays rent in order to live in The Orchard (expensive Highland Park) near his 7-year-old son, Lucius. He’s not been allowed to spend time with Lucius in over 3 years. He also pays weekly child support at a cost of about 1/8 of his monthly take-home pay.

Jeff has a PhD in Comparative Literature from the University of Chicago, multiple years of quality teaching experience, and several brilliant scholarly and creative publications. He’s the Designer and Maker of the universe, of course, so this is natural. As a father/mother, teacher, friend, and lover, there is no better. Jeff is Justice.

Jeff is angry about education. He’s a good, undervalued teacher who gave up his tenure-track job as a professor of English in order to help his partner-in-life turned partner-in-death Ader the SuperPuritanical SauceBox Wench of Supreme Nothigness Tout a Court, Esq. secure a shitty job at Rutgers. Let it never not be said that Jeff is indeed one sadistic, masochistic individual. Why else would he have done this to himself, just in order to save some fleck of dandruff plastered upon an inconsequentialist ring of the cosmic tubby bath?

That was a rhetorical question.

I have always been JustJeff. I’m modesty incarnate. Ask anyone who knows me. I have never been comfortable expressing or advertising myself. I’m not by nature a peacock. One of my spirit animals is the Bengal Tiger. In the bird family, BRAC I’m a macKaaw! In other words, I like blending in when possible. But when I can’t blend in or if you put me in a cage and don’t talk to / feed me, I will maul you. Ask anyone who knows me. My truesawceboxxx love Katie G. says I’m “intensely laid back!” And, look at that, just like me, she’s a failed academic.

Yes. That’s right. All of you academics are failures. What the fuck is wrong with your approach to teaching? I hope that there is a culture somewhere on this planet in which I’ll feel more at home. Unfortunately, everyone here in America has no clue how to live. I mean, like, literally no clue. Not even the best of you can declare that you have any idea how to live. The ones with money are probably the ones who know the least about living. However, they get the FREEDOM to experiment, do research, and make mistakes. They do your system of economics and academics a disservice. Your capitalist, incorporated approach to living has created so many problems. I’m not saying these wouldn’t exist otherwise...I am, however, saying that it’s the immigrants here in New Jersey who are the “most” American. And this is not a good thing. Immigrant communities keep in touch with good aspects of their culture. But I guarantee you they almost entirely and all lose touch with what were BETTER WAYS OF LIVING.

I am a teacher. I am here to teach you all how to live. I want to help you improve your relationship with Gaia. This is my only vocation, and in that respect my life has not changed since the day I was born. Again, ask those who know and say they love me the most--my immediate family, with whom I am at serious odds right now, despite how polite I can be whenst controlling my rage rage rage

I am not a Buddhist. I am not a Christian. I am not a Jew. I’m Muhammad!

Just kidding. I have a sense of humor. I’m not Allah. I’m not Mother Nature. I’m not Father Time. I’m not Thor, but after I do some stargazing, I DO get really sparky at night like Rayden from Mortal Kombat. (It’s kind of freaky.)

I’m JustJeff. I’ve decided to use social media as an emergency device to “come out to you” as the literary character you (apparently still) call God. I cannot tolerate the offense you do every day. I can no longer withstand the affront you do Gaia, my pseudo-higher power. And, most heroically, i can’t stand the thought of what you are doing to what will one day (SOON I pray) be your legacy as a race. I carry a lot of responsibility with me everywhere I go. It’s not just here. Please stop assuming that everything revolves around you. Right now, the only thing revolving around you is infinite nothingness.

I will never be uncomfortable with what I am. I will be embarrassed for you forever, I fear. I will have to explain this all to Lucius some day. Never forget that I am not the one who’s changed here...it’s you. Each and every one of you alive today is blessed for living during my time on Earth. This needn’t be said, but for some reason you make me do these things casually....these should be moments I cherish, not later come to regret.

Why do you make me hurt you like this by hurting myself?

Incorrect question. No. I’m not hurting you yet. I’m investing in myself without you as a part of the future. This is a bad look for you, bro (i.e. humanity).

I demand answers. I demand my son back. I demand to know precisely what people knew about me and when they knew it. I demand to know why my rights have been violated. I demand complete control over the planet in terms of its nations’ nuclear capabilities and its economic systems.

That all can wait. What I demand is that tomorrow you don’t make me introduce myself to you again. Every day that follows in which I go UNRECOGNIZED as ��something”-- anything!--other than what you seem to think I am (a drug-addicted, bipolar, eccentric professor, etc.) is a waste. If there’s anything Nature hates, its waste produced by systematic inefficiences. You waste my time. You waste Lucius’s time. You waste your own time. You do a grave injustice to me, my son, and my real family--none of whom you recognize as, I don’t know, important to your existence: the animals, the plants, the oceans, the atmosphere, the Earth, the Sun, the Stars, and everything else in Creation that you should admire and want to know...

but choose to ignore! Again, you make the worst decisions from top to bottom, at every level of your Earthly existence! From Dr. Zitin’s immoral and (I believe) illegal acts of betrayal to intercultural violence in the form of genocide, from Dr. Harold Figueroa and Ed Ramp to people who throw their trash on the ground everywhere they go: YOU HAVE ALL BEEN FOUND GUILTY.

That ship sailed a long time ago. Bye Bye! Don’t forget to bring a blanket!

Recognize. Me. You have insulted me beyond insult today by not sending the Black Keys Car Service (my cute, hipsterish, but oddly appropriate pseudo-allegorical narrative conceit meant to represent being informed that “it’s over! hooray!”) and ending this farce of an existence. You don’t follow the script. I can’t help it. You’re that slow. You don’t even know that I’m writing you out of existence as we speak, do you?

“I will regulate you out of existence” is an old favorite mantra of mine.

Recognize that you’ve done wrong. Recognize that you have a problem. Recognize that you need help and you must ask for it in the form of a friendly offer or what has been called “a gift” of some kind. Recognize that you know exactly who and what I am, but are curious to know more. And NO! a few people pretending to communicate with me on social media does not count! I’m so bored that I have no choice but to reach out via your robots. (It’s disgusting, and I will keep doing it in order to demonstrate to you the extent of your illness.)

I want to help you. My mission is to help you. In order to help you, things must be done correctly. For this, I cannot apologize. If you don’t obey the laws of gravity--when I pass by or am near a person, they don’t come to me for conversation, etc.--then you will be pushed away by force of repulsion. If you don’t demonstrate the ability to recognize me, it does not matter why--there are no rules or laws that override the laws of attraction. I’m offended by your actions in my immediate vicinity, humanity.

It’s extremely offensive that you don’t want to know me. Do not think that you can know me. You must be able to crawl in order to ascend a mountain as great as I am. You begin by walking. Then I put you on the ground. Eventually, you will go in the ground. It’s your decision whether or not I will greet you upon arrival.

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How a Non-Native English Speaker Made An Affiliate Website That Earned $847 per Month https://ift.tt/2MeOVdN

Note from Spencer: As a heads up, this is guest post success story. I love a couple of things about this story from Erfan Uddin. First is the fact that he knew nothing about niche websites when he first got started. He shares his journey from total “newbie” to a site that made over $1,000 a month.

Second, he’s from Bangladesh; proving that it doesn’t matter where you live in the world…you can do this! (As a heads up, his English is pretty good, but not perfect. I’m leaving some of his grammatical mistakes in this post because I think the lessons he shares are more valuable than having perfect English). This also proves that a non-native English speaker can write and rank articles in English – Google isn’t concerned with perfect English, as long as you meet the searchers intent.

Finally, I should mention that my team and I over at MotionInvest.com bought Erfan’s site at the beginning of October and we are happy with the purchase! If you are looking to either buy or sell a content site, check us out at MotionInvest.com.

When I first started my niche blog website, two years ago, I had only $135 in my pocket. Believe it or not, it took me a little less than 1.5 years to hit the $1k earning in commissions.

Here’s a quick look at the total sessions of 2019.

And here’s the commission of the year 2019 till September:

Before I share my story let me introduce myself first.

This is Erfan Uddin, a mechanical engineer in the profession, an online enthusiast. I’m currently living in Bangladesh. Also, trying to create some online income stream so that I can quit my 9 to 5 job.

The only reason that pushed me into this industry is to live a comfortable life financially. I was completely broke when I started this website.

Back then I kept searching on Google typing “how to make money online with no money”! This might look hilarious now, but this was what I did. I was looking for a legit income source rather than jumping with a scam.

Somehow, I learned the term “passive income” and later stumbled upon this process of Amazon affiliate. Finally, I decided to take the course of Khalid Farhan as that was legit and affordable for me.

First, I went through the course and started implementing it. From the very beginning, I had a tough time working with the process as I was completely new with this area.

I had to learn keyword research, article writing, WordPress, SEO. Keyword research was the most crucial part and the hardest. In the end, the KW that I choose created this site. If that same KW is shown to me right now, I would leave it. It was hard back then and even harder now.

My suggestion here would be not to go after a keyword that is in the niche you love. Go after a keyword that is quite easy to rank for if only you have a tight budget.

After selecting a keyword I quickly generated some more keywords for supporting articles. On top of that, I found nichepursuits.com and followed their success stories and podcasts regularly. This helped me a lot in generating keyword ideas and article structure.

Right away, I bought a domain on 01 November 2017 from Namecheap and used their hosting as they had a great offer back then. Quickly, I set up WordPress and installed a free theme. Later on, I used a group buy process for the Genesis theme. Genesis themes are truly minimalist and fast.

WordPress setup was done and I ordered my first article to a writer. The quality of the article was not good but acceptable. That article never ranked as I said the keyword was too hard for me.

As the cost of article writing was not affordable for me I started reading about article writing. This cost me some time and the growth of the site came to a halt before it even started!

I quickly learned about the long-tail keyword and wrote a couple of articles based on it. This strategy worked for me. Following this strategy, I quickly published 08 posts within January 2018.

I added a couple of more content over the month of February and March 2018. Till then the traffic was not even mentionable. You can see that in the screenshot of my analytics:

See that? This tiny amount of sessions demotivated me already. I was ranking on the first page only for a couple of very low volume of easy keywords. I was about to lose hope and then came the first sale on Amazon. It was 31 March 2018 when I got the first sale!

This was when I planned for some real strategies. I am going to share those strategies and show you how I scaled it to $1K in commission.

Keyword Strategy

After the first commission, I decided to laser focus on a specific topic. As my domain selection was for an authority website, I niched them down. This was my first approach to building AUTHORITY on a topic.

I could not go after my primary keyword anymore as it was extremely competitive. Having said that, I jumped into long-tail keywords.

I’ll take “rangefinder” as an example here. Suppose, I found a keyword “best rangefinder”. This is super competitive and there’s some big fish on the first page. So, I would go for a keyword like “best rangefinder for hunting” which is way less competitive.

Well, yes, the search volume will be low like 250 p/m. But, normally those big sites do not target these laser-focused long-tail keywords. If you can find 5/6 keywords like this and rank on the 1st or 2nd spot, you can easily manage a minimum of 2000-3000 traffic per month only with these keywords. Believe me, this worked for me like a charm.

And for the informative keywords, I had great affection for these kinds of keywords. I love writing informative contents and most of the cases they are easy to rank for. I used google’s “people also look for” and “search suggestion” for finding these kinds of keywords.

However, you have to go in-depth for finding these kinds of keywords. I sometimes scraped my competitors for finding these keyword ideas.

Content Strategy

I really could not afford to hire a writer back then, in 2018. All the content was written by me. It took some time to get in shape but I put so much effort into learning article writing.

My concept was to fulfill the “searcher intent” of a keyword. I typed a keyword on google and looked at the “people also ask” and the “search suggestion” closely. It is like Google itself is telling you what users are looking for. And I tried to write as detailed as I can on those topics.

I am not going to talk about the format of an article as I really do not agree that there is any specific kind of format for “buying” or “informative” articles. All it matters is to give the user what he/she is looking for.

Going after this method worked well for me. The traffic started picking up from June 2018 till December 2018. You can see that in the screenshot.

And the earnings were like these in the last three month of 2018:

I know I know. The income is poor regarding the traffic. I’ll talk about it later.

Till December 2018, I had only 22 articles. 60% of those were informative content.

I wasn’t happy at all with the site performance. Then I decided to look for keywords that are:

“easy to rank”,

“has a search volume above 1000”,

“missing super informative content on the first page”.

I found some and wrote a super informative and detailed article on those. I was writing more informative articles than money articles. This process brought great traffic and increased my site authority.

For example, A keyword like “best time of the day to hunt deer” is the potential candidate for super information-rich content.

You can see the traffic in the year 2019 until September. It kept rising and was stable.

I published about 2/3 articles each month of the year 2019. As the earning increased I started sourcing articles from freelance writers. The site had a total 40 posts!

The only thing that I focused, was publishing content for the user. I tried to serve a user what he was looking for.

Backlink Strategy

This is the one area I had trouble with progress. Managing good quality backlinks were tough. Moreover, I had to start and learn about SEO from scratch.

I started with blog commenting and social profiles. Made some forum comments too. That did not bring any results at all.

Over the full year of 2018, I only did guest posting. It was hard and I really hated this part. Still, I was super afraid of PBN.

However, I managed to avail of some moderate quality guest posts on some decent sites. Good sites were asking sky-high prices!

In the year 2019, I focused on only two types of backlinks. Forum commenting and niche edits. In my opinion, having a link from an old post is way more effective than a newly published guest post.

Oh, I tried some Web 2.0 also in the middle of 2019. I was inspired by this as my competitors were doing it. And that worked for me too!

On-Page SEO

This was my most favorite part. It was the only place for me where I could play around by my wish. Yes, Google has its own theory. But, I played with the keyword density, H tags, internal linking to find out what works best.

I followed the instructions of famous SEO guys on this. My site had Yoast SEO plugin installed and I never waited for the GREEN signal to light up for on-page SEO. This GREEN signal is the silliest mistake that most newbie makes.

I created some extra notes within the content, like a featured area, targeting the featured snippet. For some it worked, for some, it didn’t.

Final Income Status

I worked hard and prayed. The results were satisfying. The income shot up in April and kept growing. Here’s what my income looked like:

March 2019: $215.81

April 2019: $505.21

May 2019: $1170.59

June: $911.59

July: $855.09

August: $836.66

September: $849.13

I setup Onelink in June 2019 for Canada and UK. UK did not bring anything at all. But, Amazon Canada brought about $100 per month since July 2019.

Final Thoughts

This income might not be even a dime for some people but this was huge for me!

Finally, I sold the site to Motioninvest.com on October 01, 2019. This was a great experience with them. No brokerage fee, super fast deal.

If you want to take something from this story I would say, focus on your content then backlink. Understand what the user is searching for and find the gaps in the top 10 results of the first page. Write content that fills the gap and sneak in that space!

One more thing I must mention, please use a table on your money pages for great conversion. My conversion rate was nearly doubled right after I used a comparison table plugin.

In a nutshell, the best way for achieving a goal is to start working hard right now. Learn and take action.

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