#i think this does indeed set the record! congrats

[decaydanceredacted]

This was 1079 words, hopefully enough to set a record. (I have a problem.)

So you know that one meme where the dude is wearing a suit, but there’s a mirror behind him and it turns out he’s wearing feminine lingerie? Well… it gave me an idea…

It was my house, my bedroom after a show in late 2011. I had a twink on my bed, the twink none other than Patrick Stump. God knows how I, a man, ended up here with him, but that wasn’t important right now.

The shorter man’s blue suit jacket, gloves, and bowtie were off to the side, his shoes and socks had been removed as soon as we got to my place. Logically, this meant that the next thing to come undone on him was his black dress shirt, covered in sweat. My fingers went right to the buttons, undoing them quickly yet sensually, listening to the heavy breathing of Patrick’s.

Upon undoing the last button of the shirt, my brown eyes traced over his body, studying it intensely. After taking in every inch of his body, I met the gaze of the bleach blonde’s blue eyes, my lips turning to a smirk on my tan face as his pale one grew red.

“That’s a nice bra you’ve got there, boy,” I complimented slyly, running my hands along the soft, red fiber. His breathing got heavier as he stared at my hands, a look of arousal on his face. I ran my thumb over his hard nipple, watching him shiver at my touch.

However, I wanted more. The tightness in my pants was getting far too much to just ignore, and I know he likely was feeling the same. So, I lowered the bra slightly down, revealing his impressively-large-for-a-relatively-skinny-man tiddies. I teased him with my thumb for a minute before I latched onto his nipple, suckling on it.

Patrick’s lips parted open, the noise that followed delayed. The first sweet, sweet moan of the night, coming from his throat. I’ve heard those noises before on record, but it was just something else to witness in person. It was a reward in itself, my tongue working faster around his sensitive teat.

I felt his hands run through my black hair, using it as leverage as more soft noises came out of his mouth, encouraging me to go further. My lips let go of his nipple as I looked back down at Patrick. His cheeks were a shade of bright, bright red, a deep conflict with the shade of his hair color.

My gaze then went southbound, falling on the bulge in his pants. Knowing the bra was here, my mind instantly began racing, my hands scrambling for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with haste. As soon as the buckle was taken care of, I yanked the belt off of him and threw it to the floor. My fingers undid the button and unzipped him. I then moved his legs up onto my shoulders, grabbing the pants and tearing them off of him. I stared down at Patrick, taking in the arousing sight before me.

Starting off with his perfect, delicious thighs, my eyes studied him intensely. But then I saw it. The red, lacy panties covering up a rather impressive bulge. I snickered to myself quietly.

“That’s so cute,” I cooed, reaching a hand down to fondle him gently. The small man reacted to my touch squirming and whimpering. My hand reached down to the string that separated those meaty thighs from the rest of his body, pulling it down, the other side following swiftly.

Patrick’s cock was rock hard and just begging for my attention. I set my hand on it gently, watching it twitch from my contact, before wrapping my palm around it and beginning to stroke Patrick slowly.

I watched as the bleach blonde squirmed underneath my hand, his hip bucking at my touch. Pretty little curses escaped his throat, only encouraging my hand to keep moving, going from the very top of his swollen, pink tip, right down to the base over and over again.

“Sir… f-fuck, I-I’m gonna… c-cum,” Patrick sputtered, body shaking and thighs twitching. I yanked my hand off suddenly, cutting off all stimulation to his pretty, pink cock.

“Not yet,” I mumbled. I wanted to have my fun with him. “Spread your legs for me.”

Patrick did as I told him, obedient like he should be. “Good girl,” I cooed, pulling down the fly of my jeans and pulling out my dick.

I positioned myself between his legs, pulling his panties all the way to his ankles and behind my neck. I pressed my cock right up against his tight little asshole, pushing into him gently at first.

The noises that Patrick’s mouth produced were heavenly. I could get off on that alone (shoot, I have), thrusting myself deeper and harder into the singer’s small body.

Every moan, every sharp movement, every time he bucked his hips against mine. He felt so perfect around my cock, clenching onto me like his life depended on it. I let out a sharp groan, feeling him pushing back against me.

“Y-you’re doing good…” I muttered between heavy breaths. Patrick moaned in response, wrapping his arms around me and digging his nails into my skin, leaving marks that I’ll whine about in the morning. He was well passed the ability to speak with what I was giving him.

The sound of skin slapping skin got louder as I felt myself inching closer and closer to releasing. I reached my hand down and began stroking Patrick’s cock furiously, my hips speeding up intensely.

“C’mon… cum for me, Patrick…” I beckoned, my voice husky and heavy with lust. A few seconds later, I felt the ass walls of Patrick’s gripping fiercely around my dick, the smaller man beneath me turning into a moaning, squirming mess. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the bed. His thighs twitched furiously as cum splattered onto his stomach and chest.

Patrick’s release triggered my own. I planted heavily and groaned lowly, shoving my dick completely in Patrick and shooting my load deep inside of him.

A few moments later, I pulled out, my seed leaking out onto the bed. I collapsed beside the bleach blonde as he laid himself against my chest.

“That was good,” he muttered to me.

“It was,” I agreed, brushing his hair out of his face. The two of us started drifting away, silently agreeing that this would definitely happen again some time.

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#ps #crossdressing tag #i think this does indeed set the record! congrats #extra long redacted

[pinkiepiebones]

Question for Spesh: so, you and Copia are a thing (congrats btw u two seem very happy), is that like a normal thing for ghouls? Do they have anything analogous to human romantic relationships?

"Ehehheheheheehehh, uhhhhh... Well, no. Ghouls are created to be labour or staffing. We are made to assist in building buildings, cleaning windows, tending gardens, in the church it is basically, y'know, any job that no one really wants to do, or they don't want to pay for the labour of, a ghoul does it. And if we're not working, it's just... Ghouls don't have wants or needs. Ghouls just hang around, maybe they are talking amongst themselves, maybe they sort the little bones and stones they collect... But no one has what you could call romances. I think some of our younger human congregants may, ehehehe, 'ship' some ghouls due to their constant proximity to one another. Doesn't bother us.

"... My relationship with- thank you for the congratulations- with Copia is indeed, it's unheard of in the church history. Like, sure, humans have on occasion perhaps lusted after ghouls as I am sure you are very aware- it's silly to us, as we are so low on the ladder of cool demons, like, set your sights higher!... And on occasion a ghoul might sorta, ehhh, keep watch over one or two particular humans, but it is not a romantic feeling... Copia was the first human in the church who spoke with me in an equal manner. He didn't talk down to me as so many tend to with ghouls. He invited me into his- I had spent ages sitting outside his room, listening through the door to the music he would bring home from his mission trips- he invited me in to listen and we started to talk and bond... Learn about one another... Lean on one another... And now decades later here we are, a ghoul and a human, together. Sharing a bed and a room and a life and a record collection and a dresser full of cool shirts, eheheehehh.

"They call me 'Special' because of my broken voice and my outward expression of how I feel. I think also I am 'Special' because, though I lack a heart, I know for sure that I love this man."

#ghost bc #spesh answers #spooky ideas

[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgery. (Part 1)

Tw:swearing, pain pills, some hints to vomiting, fluff as well.

Wilbur

This simp...

Makes sure you regularly drain your drains, take your medication.

You dont even have to get the fuck up, I mean he's your personal butler until the doctor gave you the okay.

Three times a day you get a smoothie. He can tell that you dont want to eat because of the pain.

The least you can do is drink something to nurioush you while you were in pain.

If you're embarrassed about having to sleep on some dog pee pads for the drain. Dont be.

Wilbur may not understand but he will constantly comfort you. He'll even make a video to tell his viewers he won't be posting for a moment. A personal issues came up and that is all they know for now.

Also when cold he'll try to keep you warm by very, very gentle cuddles. But any sign of pain and he's off of you and getting you warm blankets and heating packs.

His sweaters? Now all yours. You have no say. He will give you one every day knowing you find alot of comfort in wearing his clothes.

The last thing he wants is you in pain. Especially if it was caused by him.

Your testosterone shot? Dont worry he's got it for you.

He doesn't want you to get up unless you needed to go to the restroom or you were itching to get up.

If you dont take it slow he will threaten you.

This is a threat. He will make you sit back down if you tried to get up and clean.

All in all he is a simp and your butler.

Technoblade

Technoblade may not know what to do but he will try.

He's quite nervous but when he realized you havent eaten and needed something in your system for your pain meds hell make you something soft and light on the stomach.

Are you cold? He'll cover you in a blanket and just sit next to you. Floof senses you in pain and cuddles you more then technoblade.

Techno was a bit butt hurt but knew that you needed alot of support right now.

With his height his clothes are either tight or loose. But his hoodies are always huge. And very fucking comfortable.

His scent relaxed you and helped you sleep at night.

He is a hidden simp.

He will make sure you're comfortable. If you want him to he'll sleep with you in the living room.

When you start walking him and Floof are constantly following you. Just to make sure you are safe and comfortable.

You cant help but love your two boys.

His streams and videos are already inconsistent but he did say his next video or stream might take a longer time.

But if you dont mind then you'll sit near him while he streams. If you needed anything he'll get it.

You saying hi to chat. They know you're in pain by your tone.

And anyone he's in a call with will ask what's up. And when you tell them they'll understand and they'll hype you up.

It warms techno's heart when his friends hype you up.

God this closeted simp is melting internally.

Schlatt

He will tease you.

Pictures are taken and spread around the internet like a wild fire.

Caption to those pictures?

This dumbass just got out of surgery and didnt expect to feel like trash lol.

But off camera he's quite the nice guy. Reminding you to drink your water, getting you soft foods or soups, heck he give you some of his pushies from his youtooz.

And this behemoth of a man will give you his shirt or hoodies.

You are with him when he streams or records.

There is no say.

He wants to keep his eyes on you and make sure you are comfortable and safe.

Lowkey dragged you bed into his recording room, you were just vibing in the corner.

You meds are on a set schedule. If the time lands when he's on stream he doesn't think. Just gets up grabs your meds and a premade smoothie.

With that he gave them to you.

Watching you swallow that pill because you can be stubborn with pain meds.

Returns to the stream.

Yells at chat for calling him a simp. He told them you were in pain and it's the least he can do for you.

Will low key rub your back off stream. As sleeping while sitting up us hell on your shoulders.

Jambo is all over you, soaking up the attention he can get while you were immobile.

Schlatt would glare st him for taking away his S/O.

When it came to you wanting to walk he will let you.

If you hurt then this man would laugh and tell you to sit your ass down. You are going anywhere just yet.

He's gonna carry you when you are in as much pain.

He's tall and there is no stopping him.

It makes him feel a bit happier due to the fact you aren't hurting as much, and still getting to the place you needed.

Also he will hug you if he sees you are uncomfortable. The hug is very soft and unlike him.

But at least he is trying.

He also keeps his yelling down, doesn't want you to make too many stiff movements. It would hurt the hell out of you.

Tommy

Ok. Hear me out, butler.

He see the pain you are in and as one of his best friends he wont let you do anything.

Your parents were out of town after your surgery and it wasn't their fault their work called in suddenly.

So you were sent over to Tommy's for the three weeks they were out.

Tommy would let you relax on his bed, heck even sleep on it as well.

Doesn't care if your drains stain the bed. That's an easy clean up and he wants you to be comfortable.

He does still stream. Because it's something he does for a living.

But he'll try to keep it a bit quieter.

You once walked out of the room when he was streaming. You looked like a gremlin, hunched over while you had to take a piss.

When you entered you were greeted by wilbur, techno, and phil telling you they hope you heal fast.

"It only gets better from now on (y/n). Take it easy alright?"-wilbur

"Congrats mate, just relax and dont forget to focus on healing."-Phil

"Yo you got the surgery. Pog. Stay healthy (y/n)."-techno

You melted lightly. A small smile graced your face.

It brought you joy and there was nothing that could compare to it. Honestly.

It seemed almost every day someone tommy knew was hopi g a speedy recovery.

He once yelled at chat for saying you should suck it up.

"CHAT THEY JUST WENT THROUGH SURGRY. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

You forgot that your parents were even out for those weeks.

Tommy would definitely understand slightly that it would hurt to constrict your chest.

"You cold?"

When you nod tommy is up and handing you one of his hoodies. They are big and comfy. Easy to put on too. So they are perfect.

His two dogs, Walter and Betty?

Expect them in his room curled around you. Dogs know when humans feel pain and when they need something to comfort them.

The stream kind of enjoyed that.

They got wholesome content from you and dog content.

Win win.

Tommy will make sure you have your meds.

If it lands during a stream he blacks out the camera and carefully gets you the things needed for it.

Get you a best friend like tommy.

They wont let you do much when in pain.

Tubbo

He doesn't fully know what to do. He went and spent a few nights over at your house.

Your parents asked his parents for help so they sent over tubbo.

They made a list but the poor boy couldnt read it.

"A sm-oosthie with their pain pill... what the hell is a sm-oosthie?!"

It took him calling tommy to ask him to tell him.

"Tubbo. It says smoothie and who is this fo-."

He hung up before tommy could finish and made the smoothie.

Your cat was quite cuddly.

When he walked in your cat was on your lap.

"Tubbo? When did you get here?" Oh yeah it was a surprise.

"Not too long ago. Your parents left and asked me to help."

He was doing it in all good.

But he scared you so badly.

He bought you a stuffed animal...

It was a huge minecraft bee. And by huge I mean huge.

Like here's the stuffed animal.

Ignore the child. I wished there was a better picture.

But yeah you get the point.

Tubbo may not know how to help you fully but he's trying.

Tommy came to visit with wilbur and phil.

Tommy was meeting up with them and you lived close to wilbur.

When they saw you laid up in bed, tubbo trying to find out how to help with your medication phil kinda went father mode.

You got homemade soup to take your meds.

Tubbo was quite happy to see you smiling and lightly laughing.

When they left you felt better.

Tubbo may not know how to do alot but he tried his best. And you loved every moment.

You got you best friend to help you. And nothing was better then that.

Ranboo

Ranboo spent the night and all you guys could do was joke about the pain.

The jokes were quite self deprecating too.

All night you guys were up.

You couldn't sleep because of the pain and he didnt want to sleep due to the fact he didnt want you to be alone.

So you two were sleep deprived and your parents were concerned. But understood you two didnt want the other to feel bad.

After you healed a bit your parents got called into work. Leading to you spending a few days over there.

Ranboo streamed a recorded with you in the back ground.

He forgot you were there once and he turned on face cam. There you were in the background nose deep into a book while wearing one of his hoodies.

You were freezing and your shirts were a bit too tight.

He just gave you one of his and that was that.

"Whis in the background?"-dono

"In the background?" He turned around to see you just reading your book.

"Oh. That's one of my friends. They had a surgery a week ago."-ranboo

He turned to you, "(y/n) say hi to stream."

Looking up you waved.

"My gay mind went brrr at the idea of no sacks of fat. Now body do the big pain."-(y/n) 2021

It brought a laugh to ranboo and his chat.

You joked through the pain. It was funny.

Dream

What is this I see? He's a simp indeed.

Low key he's answering your beck and call.

He's smothering you in love.

It may not be physical affection but it is still affection.

Your hoodies are replaced with his.

They are huge and comfy.

He saw something online that reminded him of you.

He said it was cute and decided you needed it.

You loved it. It helped you sleep.

Since sapnap lives with him he sends in sapnap sometimes because he's recording or has to get something that wasn't in the house.

Also when you found the zipper you unzipped it and found dream stashed some gift cards and little trinkets in it. Along with a note.

'Knew you would of found this.'-Clay

It shocked you kind of.

But you loved it. It was quite comforting that he gave his affection in these ways still.

Even if it wasn't physically.

Patches is on you 24/7.

She's cuddling you and being very gentle on you.

Low key she won't leave you though, she's following you everywhere, on your lap, sitting there when your on the toilet.

She's clingy. More clingy then before.

But it warmed your heart.

If george visits then he'll see a little gremlin making a b line to the bathroom.

All because the pain made your stomach feel upset.

And you hadn't eaten anything because of pain.

Dream is quick to rush in and see what's wrong.

You were sitting on the ground in the bathroom. Needless to say it didnt end well and you hated it.

"Baby. Do you want me to get you a smoothie and your pain meds?" You were grateful.

After leaving the bathroom you lightly hunched over you noticed the British man in your living room.

You watched his videos.

You waved lightly with a smile.

"Oh sorry (y/n) I didnt tell you george was coming did i?"

Your look told it all.

"Sorry you have to see me like this." You had the urge to apologize.

"No dont be sorry. Surgery is painful."-george

With a small nod you went back to your room and relaxed.

George

He didnt know what to do at all.

He answered your requests.

But he didnt know why you needed that thick ass blanket in the middle of the summer.

But now you have it.

Your stuffed animal that was left in the living room?

It's in your arms by your side.

He's sad it wasn't him in your arms but understood it would cause you pain.

He just lightly lays in your lap.

It brought you comfort and him comfort.

Your germilin ass tended you get up and walk at the weirdest time too.

3am?

Your are going to get a snack.

5am?

You are on your way to the toilet.

7am?

Your once more in the kitchen getting something to eat with your pain pill.

George slept through it and was confused when you weren't in bed like the doctors told you to.

He's quite meticulous with your meds and eating habits.

He doesn't push but makes sure you have something with that pill.

Hell try to help you with your bandages. But sometimes got queasy at the blood and stuff.

It was okay with you though.

You didnt mind that due to the fact that you too got queasy as well.

I think you guys sleep through this alot.

Wilbur and tommy visited.

You was shocked and confused when they had a few get well soon gifts.

Tommy got you a small fidget toy, just something to do with your hands sometimes.

Wilbur got you a few books and a small stuffed toy.

It was a orca.

You loved it but still loved the one that george got you.

He got you a little wooloo one.

It was something that was soft and easy to cuddle.

But the books wilbur gave you were amazing.

It gave you something to do for a long while. And it gave george some more cuddle time.

Other than not knowing what to do george was a great source of comfort.

Sapnap

Sapnap is a bit more experienced with it.

Kind of knowing what to do and all together he just know more then most people.

There is a regular schedule for you meds and so called meals, he changes out the dog pads if he notices them dirty. He knows how to maneuver himself next to you so there was no pain.

He also sucked up that he would be overwhelmingly hot and sat next to you under the blanket.You weren't nearly as cold because of that.

Also since sapnap lives with dream I imagine that dream pops in some times and so does patches.

You all were probably best friends as children. And people always thought that you and dream would get together.

Only because you two were more touchy.

But you saw him as an older brother, and took a liking to sapnap.

Dream was really suportive and saw you as a little sibling.

Dream probably saw you not doing to well and made you something to eat and brought your pain medication.

That was because sapnap was sleeping next to you.

Patches curled up between to two of you and dream brought in something you hadnt seen before.

A roll away bed.

This mother fucker got a whole new bed just so he could sleep in the same room as you and sapnap.

"Sapnap is a heavy sleeper. What if you need something?" He was correct.

You woke up to pain and discomfort.

Dream woke up but sapnap didnt.

You were mainly cold though...

How the hell were you cold with this man radiating radiation the heat of a thousand suns?

No clue. But probably the anesthesia since you were in sapnap room dream just opened the closet and tossed his hoodie to your lap.

You woke up sapnap when you put on the hoodie on accident.

He pushed up against your shoulder a bit more and draped his arm over your lap.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap mumble made you stiffen up. Dream seemed to fall back to sleep too.

"Just a bit cold." He lightly nodded into your neck.

"Mmmmmm. How though."-sapnap

"I dont fuckin know."-(y/n)

He let out a sleep chuckle and seemed to fall asleep again.

You just sat there. Patches and sapnap on you lap technically.

Sapnap woke up and made you breakfast at some point. You were in and out of it due to barely any sleep.

Dream woke up as well. You didnt even know when they left. But patches stayed with you.

Those weeks you were treated the best with these two with extra cuddles from patches.

I didnt know there was a max amount of paragraphs. But hey I guess it's something you find out sooner or later. So there is going to be a part 2. Including some character I missed.

#wilbur x reader #georgenotfound x reader #jschlatt x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #tommyinit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #mcyt fluff #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt

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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 19: Questions and Answers!

“So, you see Mr. Agreste, Jeremy is really worried about his brother” Kim said. “And we were wondering if you could find out if he’s alright.”

Gabriel looked at the group. “Follow me” he said. He went into his office. Before any of the teens walked in, Gabriel pushed a button to hide the case his miraculous was in. Gabriel walked up to his screen and pressed some buttons to make a call. The teens all gathered around.

A man in a yellow polo, with slicked back brown hair, and white sunglasses answered. “Hello Mr. Agreste.”

“Hello Cameron. There’s someone who would like to talk with you” Gabriel said, moving out of the way to reveal Jeremy.

“Jeremy?” Cameron said.

Jeremy couldn’t believe it. His brother was fine. He walked up to the screen. “BRO!’ he said. He started sobbing uncontrollably. “I can’t believe you’re alright.”

“I’m sorry Jeremy” Cameron said. “I would have called you, or messaged you, or posted something, but all of our stuff got damaged. Thankfully, we weren’t hurt. Since I was able to work, I found this organization that Mr. Agreste set up to help. I asked to volunteer, and they gave me a position right away.”

“You should have done something. But I’m glad you’re OK” Jeremy said.

“I know. I’m sorry” Cameron said.

“You know, Jeremy has been running in charity 5Ks to help bring more attention to this effort,” Gabriel said. “He’s become something of a local celebrity.”

“Really?” Cameron said. “That’s so like you.”

“No” Jeremy said. “I did it for you. I was so concerned about you, I didn’t think about anyone else. You’re helping everyone.”

“Come on now Jeremy, don’t be like that,” Cameron said. “‘If you help one person, you help all people.’ That’s what mom taught us, right?”

“Yeah” Jeremy said. “But I got so upset that I lashed out at people who didn’t deserve it.”

“Well, I hope you apologized to them,” Cameron said.

Jeremy finally stopped crying. “I apologized to them at least” he said, pointing to his new friends. “They’re the ones who brought me to meet Mr. Agreste.”

“Well that’s a start,” Cameron said.

“So, where’s Sophia?” Jeremy asked.

“Ah, yes. Well, she’s at the hospital right now” Cameron said, nervously.

“WHAT?! Is she OK?” Jeremy said.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine,” Cameron said. “In fact, we have a little surprise for everyone.” Jeremy was curious. “Oh boy, I really wasn’t expecting to do this so suddenly. But Sophia did say that it was OK to start telling people.”

“Telling people what?” Jeremy asked.

A smile grew on Cameron’s face. “You’re going to be an uncle, Jeremy.”

Jeremy’s face lit up. “SERIOUSLY?! Congrats bro!” he said, hugging the monitor.

“Yes, thank you” Cameron said. “Well, I should get back to work soon.”

“Congratulations Cameron. I will send over a gift with they next care package” Gabriel said.

“You don’t need to do that Mr. Agreste” Cameron said.

“I insist” Gabriel said.

“Very well. Thank you. I’ll talk to you both later” Cameron said.

“Bye” Jeremy said. Cameron hung up. Jeremy fell to his knees in excitement. “Not only is my brother OK, but he’s going to be a DAD?! I can’t believe it!”

Kim came over and placed his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “Hey. Congratulations” he said. Jeremy looked up at him and smiled.

Marinette arrived at Master Fu’s place. She gave back the horse miraculous.  “I think we should have that talk now,” she said.

“Agreed” Master Fu said. They sat down. “The amount of different Miraculous being put to use is concerning.”

“Do you think Hawk Moth is trying to take stock of what we have?” Marinette said.

“That is a possibility” Master Fu said. “However, it could just be a result of Hawk Moth getting more powerful.”

“Either way, it sounds bad” Marinette said.

“Indeed” Master Fu responded.

Marinette asked “What should we do?”

Master Fu was hesitant. “I am considering a few options. None of them are easy to do, but we must strengthen ourselves against Hawk Moth. If he is gaining power, we need to gain power too.”

“What can we do?” Marinette asked.

“I will inform you later” Master Fu said. “For now, just be Ladybug.”

“Can do” Marinette said. She got up and left.

Wayzz floated out. “You aren’t thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you Master?”

“You said it yourself, I’m no longer in good enough condition to transform” Master Fu said.

Wayzz nodded. “If you decide to do it, you know I’m going to miss you.”

“You’ll still see me sometimes” Master Fu said.

“I know, but it won’t be the same” Wayzz said. “I just hate moments like this.”

“We still have time” Master Fu said.

Max, Markov, and Vlad were walking to Max’s place. Markov was fidgeting. “What’s wrong Markov?” Max asked. “You seem nervous.

“Um. It’s nothing. Could I talk to you in private?” Markov said.

Max nodded. “Of course. Vlad, would you excuse us for a second?”

“Sure” Vlad said. Max and Markov broke away. Vlad took out Beyyo. “Hey. could you check on them?”

“Seriously? They wanted privacy” Beyyo said.

“I’m worried Markov might know something about miraculouses” Vlad said. “He’s smart. He could figure it out. If it has nothing to do with that, just don’t tell me.”

Beyyo sighed. “Fine.” Beyyo left to spy on the two.

“What is it Markov?” Max asked.

“Um, this could be nothing, but um, I was wondering…” Markov stammered.

“What?” Max asked.

Markov decided to play the footage he recorded from that day’s earlier attack by Rocket. Specifically, when Rocket took Kim for the second time and Pegasus called his name. “By chance, you wouldn’t happen to be Pegasus, would you?”

Max was surprised, but played defensively. “What about this footage indicates that I am Pegasus?”

“Well, A. I find it hard for Pegasus to know Kim’s name despite just meeting him” Markov began. “B. Pegasus’s vocal pattern in most circumstances is 80% similar to yours, but when he screamed, it goes up to 98%.” Markov showed Max more footage. This time, of Rocket being thrown off of the Eiffel Tower. “And C. This plan was excellent. But it would require Pegasus to know how fast Rocket was going. The only person I can think of who could calculate that during the attack is you.”

Max adjusted his glasses. “Well, I guess I can’t argue with logic. You got me.”

“Oh Max! Thank you! Thank you for saving me! And everyone!” Markov said, his eyes turning into hearts.

“Settle down Markov” Max said. “I need you to promise me two things. 1. You can’t tell anybody who I am. The only people allowed to know are you, Ladybug, and Judgement Wolf. and 2. I can’t stop you from being curious, but if you were to find out who anyone else is, don’t tell me unless they’re comfortable with it.”

“Understood” Markov said. “Question: Why does Judgement Wolf get to know who you are?”

“Well, according to him, the wolf miraculous’s job to test other miraculous users. If want to be Pegasus again, and I do, I need to pass his test” Max said. “I see” Markov said.

Beyyo nodded to himself and returned to Vlad. “You were right. Markov figured out that Max is Pegasus. However, he made Markov promise not to tell anyone, or if Markov were to figure anyone else out, not to tell Max.”

“Interesting” Vlad said.

Max and Markov came back. “Sorry about that” Max said.

“It’s fine. There’s stuff that needs to be between friends, right?” Vlad said.

“Well then, let’s go” Max said, getting a move on. Vlad and Markov followed. When they got to Max’s room, Max offered Vlad a choice. “Do you want to just talk, or do you want to talk and play video games?”

Vlad, intrigued, said “Let’s talk with video games.” Vlad sat down while Max got everything ready. “You have an impressive rig.”

“Thank you” Max said. “So, do you wanna play anything you might know, or do you wanna play a game I made?”

“You made a game? I’ll take that choice” Vlad said.

“Thanks, but it’s not quite done yet,” Max said. “I need to test it a bit more. I’m actually hoping to present it at the art exhibition.”

“Cool. Did you talk to Mr. Chastain yet?” Vlad said.

“Well, no” Max said. “I’m worried that me might not see video games as an art. So I haven’t talked to him yet.”

“If you want, I can come with you” Vlad said. “Assuming I pass your little test. And you pass mine.”

Max looked at Vlad. He took note of Vlad’s confidence. Max smiled and said. “Sure.” The game booted up and the two started playing.

“Oh. So, it’s about Ladybug and Cat Noir? I dig it” Vlad said.

“Yeah” Max said. “However, if I want a finished product, I can’t start including more people until after I get it out there. So none of the villains you’re more familiar with will appear. Or Judgement Wolf for that matter.”

“So, do you want to start with interview questions, or should I?” Vlad asked, picking Anansi as his first character. He at least knew her somewhat from Nino’s dream, so he thought that maybe he could get used to the game, and maybe throw Max off.

“I’ll start” Max said, picking Volpina. The battle started. “So, is there a specific reason you don’t trust people that much?” Max questioned.

“Yes” Vlad responded. “But I am not very comfortable divulging that to people. It brings back some painful memories.”

“I see” Max said. “Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Vlad was holding his own against Max in the game, but Max definitely had the upper-hand.“So, how do you guarantee the people you trust will become your friends?” Max said.

Vlad was taken aback by this question. “Ring Out!” the video said, as Anansi fell due to one of Volpina’s illusions. “Round 2: Begin!”

“The truth is, I don’t” Vlad said. “We’re all human. We all make mistakes. I just try really hard not to make those mistakes.”

“Then how does your testing process work?” Max asked.

“Well, for starters, I don’t always test people” Vlad said. “For instance, I trusted Kim after he shielded Ladybug during the Princess Charming attack. Or when Alix confronted me on her own. I didn’t test her, but she gained my trust. My whole thing is I want to see you for who you really are. I wanna see you be honest not just with me, but with yourself. I’ve honed my senses to try and determine that.”

“K.O.” The game said. “Volpina wins!”

Max and Vlad chose change character. “I think that’s about it for me,” Max said. “So, how do you want to test me?” Max chose Rogercop.

Vlad chose Kung Food. “Well, you seem fairly smart” Vlad began. “You’ve made Markov, as well as this game. I’m sure that if you were to apply at a place that’s tech savvy, you’d get a job almost instantly. So, why don’t you?”

Max was shocked. “Begin!” the game said. Max was still in command of the game, but Vlad had gotten the hang of it.

“The truth of the matter is that part of it because I can’t, and part of it is that I don’t want to” Max said.

“Do tell” Vlad said, confused by Max’s answer.

Max was hesitant, but he pressed on. “See, a while ago I was part of a professional gaming team. We were doing well. However, Carter, the head of the team, was a jerk. He’d often do bad things. None of us called him out on any of it because we didn’t want to lose our position on the team. Also Carter’s dad works at one of the highest-rated tech companies, so he was powerful in that sense too.

Carter told us that we were this close from not having to go to school anymore. All we had to do was win the next event, and we’d be golden. However, one day in class, I had noticed that a student was in trouble. I approached the teacher and asked what was up. She told me that if this student fails another test, he would flunk out. I decided then and there to tutor him.

Of course, this made Cater mad. He threatened to cut me from the team if I didn’t come to practice for this. I decided then and there to stand up to Carter.”

“Look Cater!” Max said. “I am sick and tired of doing what you want to do! Oftentimes, it is mean for no reason.”

“I have my reasons,” Cater said. “I’m a winner. Other people aren’t. I’m better than most people.”

“Really? Because from my point of view, you’re one of the worst people I’ve ever known. Whenever I’m with you and the rest of the team I feel alone. Like I’m drowning. I saw someone else drowning, and I didn’t want them to feel that way too, because it feels awful. From the time I’ve spent with him, he’s shown nothing but dedication and care. If you won’t let me do this and be on the team, then I quit!”

“Hold on Max!” Carter said. “You walk away from this, you can say goodbye to any tech job in Paris! My dad has connections. I’ll make sure he blacklists you from everything!”

“Then do it” Max said, walking away.

Back in the present, Vlad was surprised. “Dang. You’re hardcore Max” he said.

“Yeah” Max said. “Despite the fact that I’m going to have to leave Paris to find work, it’s been worth it. I’ve made real friends. I wouldn’t trade that for the world.”

“K.O. Rogercop Wins!” the game said.

Vlad started laughing. “Oh Max. You’re something else alright. You have my trust.”

“Well, thank you” Max said. “Although you made it easy. Are you sure you didn’t want to be friends with me in the first place?”

“How do you mean?” Vlad said.

“You opened up yourself,” Max said. “You told me what you’re looking for, so I gave it to you.”

Vlad smiled. “You’re still giving it to me. You’re admitting that you knew what to do. Besides, it’s not like I don’t want friends. I’m just selective.”

Max smiled back. “True. I don’t usually tell people about that. You and Kim are the only ones who know. I don’t like bothering people with that story because I want to put it behind me.”

“Even I didn’t know that story,” Markov said.

“I only opened up to you about that because I too want friends” Max said. “Real friends.”

“I getcha. So, why does Kim know the story?” Vlad asked.

“He’s the kid that was about to be expelled” Max said.

“Oh” Vlad said.

“Shall we continue?” Max said.

“Sure” Vlad said. The two played late into the evening. “That was fun” Vlad said after a long session. Vlad hadn’t won at all, but he got a few good hits in.

“Markov, do you have notes about the game?” Max asked.

“Yes I do” Markov said.

“Well, I should get going. It’s been fun. See you Monday?” Vlad said.

“Sure” Max said. Vlad left. Max then took down some notes that Markov gave him.

Outside, Vlad was walking around. “Man, that Cater guy sounds like a jerk” Beyyo said. “Someone should put him in his place.”

“In due time. We’ll figure that out later” Vlad said. “But for right now, let’s focus on what’s in front of us.” Beyyo nodded. “Beyyo! Fangs Sharpen!” he transformed into Judgement Wolf. “Let’s go” he said. He jumped into the night.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #Marinette #Master Fu #Gabriel #Kim #Vlad #Beyyo #Max #Markov #Wayzz

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Dei’s Treasured Trophy

Author’s Note: This is my entry to the English Division and Short Story Category of the 68th Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature. This is a draft story years ago but I cannot proceed with it yet because I am looking for a strong character profile. Until this early 2018, I decided Maine is the fitting inspiration for that character. She knew I will join Palanca as I told her the first time we met. Afterwards in our second meeting, I showed her the receiving copy of my submitted entry. I now wholeheartedly share this story to you after the committee announce the winners. Enjoy reading! - RJ T. Vargas

Synopsis

          To describe Dei, she is a hardworking freelance worker, responsible student, and loving daughter and sister. She balances her time between her all responsibilities no matter how busy she is. Out of all her priorities, taking care of Rionne, her younger sister, is the most important one for her,

           A memory from last year still haunts Dei for the fear it may happen again. She does everything she can to prevent it. She shall do whatever it takes to protect everyone she cares for, most especially her sister.

           Fear is a deceptive emotion Dei has to deal with. Either it may immobilize her from carrying out the things she must accomplish, or it can turn into a driving force for her to gain the strength she needs to overcome the challenges.

          This short story is an attempt to raise more awareness and fight against the stigma about an issue. Dei’s Treasured Trophy shares values about resilience, self-love, friendship, family ties, and faith in God.

Dei’s Treasured Trophy

           “CONGRATS for your great performance in Olympics Ann! Ibang level ka na talaga!!!!THAT’S MY BESTFRIEND!!!!Share your stories about your games and experiences sa bonding natin ha. I miiiiiss youuuu! Let’s catch up soon please!”

           Dei types her message and presses the enter button. Last time she saw her was a week before her month-long training in South Korea then Ann flew to Hong Kong for the competition. Her best friend replies, “As soon as we get back home, promise! See you soon Dei! (^_^)”. It’s amusing how Ann still adds emoticon even when most online users choose emoji nowadays.

           She switches the tab from Facebook to a WordPress login page. She finishes her deadline for one of her regular freelance projects. Her blog posts about the top 10 most romantic Coldplay songs is due tonight. Dei transfers her revised draft and saves it there for pending review of her editor. It was hard for her choosing her top 10, as she loves all their songs. Also, she is a huge fangirl of Chris Martin. ”Iba talaga feels ng mga kanta nila!Oh I hope Coldplay comes back here…” she mutters to herself.

           She then opens Audacity and polishes an audio file by reducing the noise background and adding more echo. No matter how confusing the uploaded files are in the track control panel, she handles everything like a pro. She saves and sends the audio file to a client who hired her as a voice-over talent.

           Her spare time for this month is more than what she scheduled first. Dei wonders if she can do an additional freelance project. She opens her Facebook and scrolls down to see posts in a group of local freelance talents searching for auditions and casting. She finds a workshop offered by an entertainment agency. A director Dei will never forget in her life will conduct it. She has been a talent appearing in commercials and TV shows. Several months has passed but she still remembers his response after she told that director she is just an extra in those projects.

           He asked her experiences because he mentioned her familiarity despite her lack of self-confidence. The director likes her wit and spontaneity in an impromptu comedic act she did for her audition.

           “Anak, support ang tawag sayo, hindi extra.Those scenes need your role as a support to be complete. I see a future phenomenal star in you. We can further improve your talents once you believe more in yourself.”

           He was willing to train her under his talent pool. Dei wanted to say yes and commit that time because it is one of her dreams to enter the showbiz industry. However, she is still an incoming fourth year student in college that time around. She cannot afford to fill her schedule more than what she can do and what her time allows.

            “Well, I cannot get sad over a missed opportunity. Priorities first!”She browses her own YouTube channel. It is one of her so-called happy distraction when she feels down or is about to feel that way.It has been a long time since her last posted video.

             “I miss sharing more videos to my ten supporters.” She laughs loudly.

             Dei positions her camera with the tripod. She acts like a model in front of the mirror. Her full bangs almost covers her expressive dark brown eyes. Her black hair is an inch past her shoulders. She thinks of dropping by a salon to trim her hair next week. Her brown and fair complexion epitomizes a morena Filipina beauty. Her sunshine smile shows her excitement for her next video.

             She tries to mimic first different artists’ voices and body languages. Then, she impersonates Jessa Zaragosa, Shakira, and Jaya as she sings their songs. Next, she records herself dubsmashing to Kris Aquino’s lines. She gets distracted whenever she laughs hard so she pauses first the recording. Dei decides to record everything in one go for each personality. It takes a longer time for her editing the raw videos because she finds herself funny for her all out on-cam performances. Indeed, she loves making people happy and this is one of her unique ways to do so.

             In the middle of uploading her newest video in YouTube, Skype notifies an incoming call.Their parents calling her. Dei expects this call as their parents do it every day.

             She answers the call and she’s thrilled to tell them a good news. Her parents are smiling as she sees them on her laptop screen despite of their tired and drowsy eyes. She kisses and touches them through the screen. “Hello po Ma! Pa! I love you so much! I miss you po!” She wishes to take away their tiredness with her simple gestures.

            “Dei, how is our ever responsible daughter? Do you even have enough hours of sleep? Do you rest between your busy schedule? Sobrang dami mo kasing ginagawa.” Her mother cannot hide her concerns.

             “Of course po Ma! I need my beauty rest so I should not be stressed with school and my freelance projects.Di po ako pwede magmukhang haggard!”

              Her father laughs as if he did not laugh for a long time. “We feel like we are with you whenever we video call. By the way Dei, what is the good news you want share? You chat about it last time.”

              She tells them to wait for a minute. Returning with a small trophy, she exclaims “Here it is Pa, Ma! This is from our college department. I can’t believe I am one of the three President’s Lister! They gave a trophy to each of us. Umaasenso di ba? Di na lang po sila pa-certificate.They said not every semester they have President’s Lister so this is how they celebrate it with us. This is my treasured trophy!”

             “We are so proud of you sweetie! Keep up the good work! This is why we support your freelance projects. You know your priorities well, Dei. You told us before about how difficult are your school works. Here you are now! Your sacrifices are rewarded! Ang galing at sipag mo talaga!” her father beams with much pride.

             “Thank you po, Ma!Pa!Uhmmm…May I…May I ask something?”

           “What is it?”

           “I know I asked this last time but…when will you come back home? If only Dubai is just a tricycle away, I and Rionne will visit you there every day.”

           “Dei…” her mother tries to smile as she holds back her tears. If only they have a choice, the couple will stay with their two daughters. “Dei, we love to be there with you and Rionne but we still need to save more. We used almost all our savings for the medical bill of your sister last year. We want to go home too, believe us…but I hope you will understand.”

           “How is your little sister doing recently? Do not forget her medicines. Ask her if she feels anything wrong and tell us if you need more help. We will do everything to prevent what happened last year, whatever it takes.” Her father gives her assurance.

           “I always take care of Rionne, Ma, Pa. Don’t worry about her. She knows when she must take her medicines. I don’t even need to remind her about it. She is doing well in school. Her grades are within line of nine. Her weekends are filled with either her extra-curricular activities or bonding with her friends or with me. She enjoys doing everything! I’m happy hearing stories of how her day went. If she feels bad about something, she opens up to me. She fulfills her promise of not keeping any secret from me. If only she knows you will call this time, she will not attend her meeting in Student Supreme Council. She misses you too so much! ”She tells them honestly about her sister’s current situation.

           “Thank you for taking care of her Dei no matter how busy you are. You always make time for people you love. We are so blessed to have you and Rionne as our daughters.”

           They talk for hours until she did not notice her video is uploaded in YouTube.

                                                          ***

           “Every time you look at that trophy, Ate, you’re very proud of that achievement and clean the dusts off every week. Ang cute mo! Hahahaha!” She teases her Ate Dei when she sees her cleaning in their living room. She offers to help her but her older sister just requested her to wash the dishes, into which she follows. Rionne enters her room after her sister cleaned their entire house. She wants to finish her school works and other tasks in her extra-curricular activities.

           After Dei cleaned, she knocks at her sister’s room. Rionne says she can come in. She sees her sister with her books, handouts, and other paperwork while she keeps away the seven book-series about themagical journey of the chosen boy to defeat a dark lord. Her Ate Dei gave that book set.

           Rionne sits down and focuses on her laptop. Maybe she is finishing a schoolwork, as Dei thought. She bought the book set last week and her sister already told her the summary of every book this morning. Her sister even delivered lines, word by word, from her favorite scenes and characters.

            “How did she finish it all? Didn’t she just prepared and competed for her inter-school general knowledge quiz bee last week?” Dei cannot imagine how her sister, a junior highschool student, balances her time as if she is a working adult.  Then, she recalls Rionne’s doctor told her before it is normal for her to excel in multitasking, a common ground of those with her medical condition. Dr. Mejia even emphasized they are natural achievers and majority of them have high IQ but they need to improve more their EQ.

             Suddenly, A loud hit distracts Dei.

             Rionne hits her table hard with her first that it surprises them both. She is used seeing her sister blaming herself with her mistakes but the pains never lessen every time it happens. When things do not go well according to what she expects, she do things impulsively which she regrets later on. Dei wishes her words and hugs are more than enough to remind her sister that her worth is more than all her achievements combined and every setbacks she encountered. Deiloves Rionne so much for who her sister is.

             Dei puts away her other books. Her sister’s collection includes fictions from contemporary Filipino writers like Grace Chong, Merlinda Bobis, Miguel Syjuco, Cristina Pantoja-Hidalgo, Dean Francis Alfar and from Filipino classic writers such as Jose Garcia Villa, Nick Joaquin, Liwayway Arceo, and Lualhati Bautista. She also has non-fiction books about self-help and financial literacy from Bro. Bo Sanchez and Chinkee Tan, respectively.

           Dei scans her sister’s laptop and notices she just posted a question in a Facebook group about photography and another opened tab is Venus Raj’s testimonial about her Christian faith. Her sister is very open to her after what happened last year. It was her doctor’s advice to read her online posts. It was their parents’ request to see her browsing history given if her sister shows unusual behavior. She opens a recently closed tab, sees an email, asks permission if she can read it. Her sister nods. The email is a short notice of thanking Rionne for her participation but they regret to say her sister did not make it in the cut-off for their school’s final selection of their debate team. Now she understands what made her hit her fist so hard on the table.

            Dei looks over the room trying to find anything, which can help her, to make her sister feel better. She stops at the books she bought for Rionne. It is her sister’s first set of books from a foreign author. Her sister placed them at the center space of the cabinet turned to a mini-library. She can’t forget how much her sister loves to have it but the complete set is too expensive for her. It was just like yesterday when her sister jumped out of joy when she gave it on her birthday.

             For Rionne, she saw again how generous and thoughtful her Ate Dei is. For Dei, she bought the books not only because her sister wants it but because she always sees the magic in her as she excels in things she does because of her passion. She sees the magic in her heart because she never loses her sincerity, goodness, and faith in God…despite of everything that happened last year. 

             “Last year? Why am I still thinking about it Wala na yun! Rionne is okay now. We are happy now...”she tries to pacify her own fears.

              She approaches her sister slowly. She needs to make sure first her sister wants to be hugged. At times, Rionne pushes her away not because her sister likes to do it but because it is one of the impulsive reactions of her extreme mood swings brought by her medical condition.

              Dei shakes her head and reminds herself,“I must pull myself together! This is not the time to be scared! Rionne needs me more now!”

               She needs to be strong for her because they do not have anyone with them. She needs to be strong because the situation will get worse if she gives up. She needs to be strong because she loves her so much, she cannot bear to see her sister getting more hurt and angry.

              She pats her sister’s head gently. Her sister looks at her and hugs her so tight. Rionne cries on her older sister’s shoulder. That is her haven and refuge. It is and always her Ate Dei who comforts her immediately in times she crashes down in her own thoughts and feelings. She keeps on reminding her sister she is doing her best. She is very gentle to Rionne. Slowly, her sister calms down and stops overthinking.

              Unexpectedly, her sister breaks the silence and changes her tone. “You are so sweet and kind Ate! Whoever you choose among those guys who tries to win your heart, he’s such a lucky one!”

              Dei laughs and pinches her sister’s cheek. “Dear, your Ate Dei has a lot of priorities and lovelife is not included in it! Hahahaha! Pinapamigay mo na ba ako? I am happy with my life now and I do not need a guy to complete me. Bonus na lang pag may ibigay si Lord.I am happy chasing my dreams. I am happy with our family. I am happy you are here with me, Rionne.”

              “The way you call my name is my favorite unlike how everyone else calls me, Ate. It rhymes with lion and your pronunciation feels like I am a royalty.” her sister chuckles.

              “Out of everything I said, that’s the only thing you heard? Hahaha!” Dei giggles and hugs her sister. She loves her so much. She realizes she loves her more after she wasn’t home last year for two months. Her giggles and smiles turned to a neutral expression. Fear crawls in her heart. If only it was that easy to forget why Rionne was away from them for two months... She will make sure it will not happen again. She will cross all the oceans just for her sister. 

              “Lord, please make that the last time…Do not ever let it happen again…”Dei prays as she pleads in her deepest thoughts.

                                                        ****

           “That is the end of my report. Do you have questions? Any clarification?” Dei tries to stand confidently in front of their class. Her blockmates do not have a single clue about her cold and uneasy hands. She prepared enough for this report but she is not sure if she did well. She believes she gave her best but this report is different because their professor has a higher standard compared to what she was used to with her other subjects.

           Dei feels awkward with the deafening silence in their room that she can hear the AC unit and ticking of the room’s clock. Her blockmates are active participants but she feels they are too timid now to share their ideas. She clears her throat and asks instead about their personal goal in relation to self-actualization according to Abraham Maslow’s theory, which was about her report. One of them raises his hand and shares his ultimate dream to serve his hometown by becoming a successful businessman. She nods and smiles as he answers because she admires his generosity.

           ”Parang autistic talaga yang nagmamarunong na yan. Ang bipolar ng mood.”Dei hears someone from the front row whispers to his seatmate. It gets into her nerve but she maintains her composure. She says thank you to her classmate who shared his personal goal.

           “Guys, I want to share you one of my personal goals. I want to be a vocal and active mental health advocate with my own foundation to raise awareness about this issue and fight the stigma in our country. I dream that one day, no one will be scared to consult experts as people might say they are going crazy. I want to see that day we will validate everyone’s feelings to prevent triggering them. We may start doing this by avoid using words like autistic and bipolar to mock and insult those we don’t like.Please, let’s be more sensible in our words.” She says it all firmly without mentioning about her blockmates whom she heard those words from.

           “Ms. Dei Archangel, I like how you delivered your report even if you did not discuss further the other details. Nevertheless, what I like most from what I heard today is your mental health advocacy. Make that dream of having your own foundation into a reality.”their professor commends Dei.

                                                        ****

              Rionne storms in their living room as soon as she comes home from school. Dei hears her ranting about the periodical exam she failed in the subject she struggles most after her adviser talks to her privately. Her sister expects a low score but not below the passing mark. In her entire student life, that is her first time to fail an exam. It shocks Rionne because she did not see it coming.

              She sees her sister’s eyes turn berserk, as if this is another person and not her sister at all.She recalls all the painful words she heard long before. Her sister curses her classmates and yells angrily how insensitive they are for smart-shaming her and calling her names.

               Rionne becomes hysterical and impulsive. Dei sees how she grabs that trophy and flower vase. She tries to stop her but her sister throws both on the wall. Its sharp pieces scratches and wounds her. She runs toward her sister to prevent hurting herself more. Her sister shouts the words she is scared to hear the most.

              “I AM A FAILURE!!!! I AM USELESS!!!!! I WANT TO DIE!!!!!”

              Rionne becomes uncontrollable. Dei did not feel her tears flowing when she sees her sister gets hurt, scared, confused, and mad at herself.She wipes her tears and tries to calm down her sister in her arms. She hugs her tightly even if her sister pushes her away. She remains strong even if she is hurting, physically, emotionally, and mentally. She endures it all rather than not to see her sister again in their home for two months.This is the non-negotiable promise she plants in her heart and she will never compromise it no matter what happens.

              In the middle of pacifying Rionne, painful memories last year floods back in Dei’s mind. It was as if everything happened yesterday. She remembers clearly how her sister broke down because a friend she trusts backstabbed her. They cannot calm her down easily.

              She started to hurt herself. Minutes later, she punches her parents and Dei. For the next hours, she tried to rush out of their front door. She keeps on shouting she wants to die. She wanted to end it all by running towards a fast moving car. Their father hugged her tight despite all the struggles she is doing to fight against him.

              For Dei, it felt like an eternal torture to see her family that way until her sister tires herself. Their mother caresses her hair and hugs her until she calms down. Dei kisses her on the forehead and says, “Everything will be alright dear Rionne. Sleep and rest first.”

              Their parents contacted her psychiatrist. Dei saw how her parents cried and hugged each other as if the world turned its back on them. She asked why and what did he said, but they did not answer her.

              “Dei, we will go to Dr. Mejia. He wants to see Rionne as soon as possible.” Endless questions and thoughts run across Dei’s mind but she cannot do anything except to oblige to her parents’ instruction.They waited for her to wake up and give her the first aid medication the psychiatrist recommended to help stabilize her mood in a breakdown episode.

              Inside the clinic of Dr. Mejia, he talked first to her sister. It went for more than 30 minutes perhaps, as Dei estimated. She was outside and became more impatient while waiting. She stood up and walked back and forth in the hallway. She got more anxious because the regular check-ups with Rionne’s psychiatrist do not usually take this long.He then asked for their parents in the clinic. Dei wanted to barge in that door separating her and her sister whom she feels is terrified silently. She wanted to know everything. What treatment will the psychiatrist give her this time around?

              At last, after more than an hour of waiting, Dr. Mejia asked Dei to be inside the clinic and sit beside Rionne. Her sister hugged her, turned to her doctor, and said, “Can my Ate be with me there? If she is not allowed to stay with me, then please let her visit me at least every week…” Tears formed in her sister’s eyes.

              Confusion, shock, fear, and betrayal---Dei does not know what exactly she feels at that moment or if she feels everything at once.She loses her temper and firmly said, “Where will you bring her??!! What is going here??!! CAN YOU JUST PLEASE TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW??!!” Her emotions took its toll on Dei. If there is something worst to happen, then she needs to know it right at that moment.

              Dr. Mejia waited for her to calm down. When she came back to her senses, he explained in details. “Dei, we need to treat Rionne in a psychiatric facility. Her bipolar disorder becomes full blown with the recent event that triggered her. I cannot guarantee how long she must stay there because it will depend if she responds better to the treatments we will give. We need to do this to observe her round the clock to provide her immediate attention. Do not worry, the facility has trained and kind staffs. They have different worthwhile activities on a daily, weekly, and monthly routine. Your family can visit her regularly within the hours they allow. If you have questions and concerns, you may ask now or contact me in the mobile number I gave your parents.”

              Dei’s heart sank. The thought of not seeing Rionne for a day already worried and scared her to death. Who will take care of her? Can they handle her if she has her episodes of breaking down and impulsiveness? Will they know if she is depressed like how she feels her sister just by looking at her in one glance? Do they have the patience to comfort her in her worst and darkest days? She wanted to refuse. She wanted to shout and say they will just bring her home.

              However, the harsh reality slapped her in that moment---their family cannot take care of Rionne’s worsening mental health condition. That was why her psychiatrist recommended admitting her there as the best or probably the only option left for them.

              Dr. Mejia continued, “People with bipolar disorder are a gift for everyone but they see themselves as a curse for themselves. Their extreme mood swings can affect their normal lives which is why we need to balance it. They love sharing their time and efforts doing things they love and for the people they love.” He looked at her sister and smiled, “In most cases, those diagnosed like Rionne are achievers. They want to aim high every time and make people happy. Failing on that exam hurts her so much and triggers her condition, so she feels it is the end for her. The bright side though is even if there is no known and proven cure yet for bipolar disorder, treatments are available for them to live a normal and productive life. Stories of successful personalities with bipolar disorder such as Demi Lovato inspires her.

              “Dei, Rionne aims to have a balance life. She believes she will overcome her mental health challenges. Let us give your sister a fighting chance.” Dr. Mejia said those words as if it was so easy for her to just let go of her sister and allow other people to take care of her. It did not sit well with her. She wants to refuse but she cannot think of a better way to treat her sister.

              Rionne hits her chest lighty with her fist. “Ako pa! I can do that Ate Dei! Don’t worry about me. I will behave there so I can go home soon and we can bond again!”

              Dei did not hold back her tears anymore. She cried while smiling and hugged her sister. She feels ashamed of herself for not trusting Rionne enough. If her sister is this strong, then she needs to be stronger too for her. She agreed to the option after seeing the courage in her sister’s eyes.

              For the following days, it has been a regular routine for their family to visit her every day. On weekdays, they went there together in the psychiatric facility. Their parents wanted to see her every single day but their free time is only after their office hours. The visiting hours in the psychiatric facility only allow from morning to afternoon.

              On weekdays, Dei went there after her classes. On other days, she was too busy with her school works but she still found ways to visit even if she needs to leave earlier from the psychiatric facility.

              Rionne shared different stories based on what happened that day. She told Dei excitedly how it was easy to be friends with most of the patients in the psychiatric facility. She hated how she must drink her medicines every morning, lunch, and night. She enjoyed the activities too like outdoor and board games, arts and crafts sessions, acting workshop, dancing lessons. On some days, she ran towards Dei crying because she said other patients inside shouted at her and they want to pick a fight against her. There are times too when she apologized to her Ate Dei for not behaving well that is why the staff need to isolate her from the other patients until she calms down.

              “When will I come home Ate? I miss papa, mama, and of course, I miss you so much!” Not a single day that passed whenever Dei visits, Rionne asked this question with much longing and impatience.

              “Soon…just promise me you are behaving every day here so Dr. Mejia can see you are ready to come home soon.” Dei smiled at her with much love and assurance.

              In all her visits to Rionne, she was all smiles in listening to her story. She was thrilled too sharing her own experiences, as if catching up with a friend she did not see for years even if she visits her sister every day. Whenever the staff reminded them visiting hours is over, her sister always asked for just few seconds to hug her and tell her she loves her Ate Dei so much. She hugs her back and sees her going inside. A thick metal door closed wherein she feels the patients are like are prisoners. One of the staff explained to her psychiatric facilities need that design for the doors in case anyone breaks down and tries to escape. The staff lets visitors watch the patients through the CCTV monitor. Dei refused to look at it because she does not want to have a memory of her sister inside the psychiatric facility.

              As soon as she left the main gate of the psychiatric facility, she cried silently. She failed containing those overwhelming emotions even if she was already used to that exhausting set-up. She did not know anymore at that moment if those tears are out of longing, pain, regret, or hatred at herself for not protecting her sister enough. What she was sure of is she will never give up because Rionne herself is fighting with all she got. Indeed, Dei is the greatest pretender whenever she visits her sister.

              This routine went on for days, weeks, and two months.

              Finally, Dr. Mejia called them. He called them every week to give update about their youngest daughter’s progress and lapses. That time though, was a different phone call. “Mr. and Mrs. Archangel, Rionne responded positively to the treatments we gave her. In fact, I earlier estimated she might stay for at least six months. Her determination to be well and desire to come back home sped up her treatment. You may settle her bill in the psychiatric facility so she will be discharged within this day.”

              Their family went hurriedly to the psychiatric facility to tell the good news to Rionne. Their parents went to the billing department. Few minutes later, they came out with worried look on their faces. The bill cost nearly half a million pesos. They can pay for the amount but that means they have to sell their hard-earned property in the province of their parents and use their savings. Without any hesitation, they started calling their friends who said before they wanted to buy that property.

              “Dei, please stay here first. We will find means to get Rionne out and bring her home within this day.” Their parents gave her assurance.

              Dei went to her sister first while waiting for their parents. “Uuwi na tayo mamaya! You are brave and strong Rionne! Dr. Mejia said many good things about you. Ate is so proud of you, dear!”

              “What did I tell you Ate! Ako pa! At last, I can come home!! Yaaaay!! We will watch movies, cook meals, bike around the village, or just sleep all day long! Hahaha!” Her sister hugged her so tight she felt she was about to be squeezed.

              “I promise you Ate Dei, I won’t come back here again as patient. If I will return here, I want to help others enduring bipolar disorder too like me.” Rionne beamed with much confidence.

              “Yes, you will not come back in a psychiatric facility again…”

              The medical bill almost left their family with nothing in their finances. This pushed her parents to accept the offer to work in Dubai so they won’t struggle in their everyday needs. This is also the same reason Dei works as a freelancer in her spare time from school. Despite all the challenges they experienced last year, it made their family ties closer. She loves the improvements from her sister after the treatments inside the psychiatric facility.

              Never did Dei anticipate her sister might have another breakdown.

              She continues to pacify her sister after she shakes off those memories she do not want to happen again.“Sssshhhh, everything will be alright dear Rionne. You promised me something last year…You will not come back there again. You can cry. You can tell me everything. Just ple--- just please don’t hurt yourself. I love you…Ate Dei loves you so much and I will do everything to take care and protect you…even from yourself.” She whispered lovingly to her while her voice cracks.

              Dei starts humming Rionne’s favorite song. It was from a popular animated movie about a Greek demigod’s journey as he believes he can go far in reaching his dreams.Few minutes later, her sister stops struggling. She gives her the medicine into which she takes in. She sings the lyrics and she looks at her.Her sister hugs her and cries in her shoulder. She is too tired so they sat on the couch as she continues to singing. After the song, Rionne sleeps comfortably in her Ate Dei’s caring hug. She wraps her sister’s right arm on her shoulder and supports her upper body. She brings her sister to her room in that position and tucks her to bed.

              “I love you talaga Ate Dei...”Rionne murmurs in her sleep.

              Dei brushes her hair and sings her a lullaby. “Thank God she calms down.”She thought. She treats her sister’s scratches and tiny wounds from breaking the vase and trophy with their first aid kit. Her mother reminds her to prepare that in case something happens. She wishes before she will only use it on herself, and not on her sister.She is too tired as well so she tucks herself beside her sister in bed, hugs Rionne gently, and closes her eyes to rest.

              It has been a long day for Dei.

                                                           *****

              “I always need to be strong enough for them but I feel like I am about to give up soon…” Dei types these words and clicks the tweet button.

              21 people follows her private account. All of them are her close friends. She trust them with her life. Although, most of them are inactive in Twitter so Dei finds it more comfortable releasing her thoughts in that social media platform.

              What Dei doesn’t know is Ann sees that tweet after 5 hours. Her bestfriend replies to her tweet and sends her a direct message in Twitter. Ann feels anxious just waiting for her to reply to she calls her through mobile phone. Dei stares blankly at her phone. Her athletic best friend has fast reflexes in sports and sharp intuition in connecting to friends. She knows at that point Ann would want to ask if she is okay and what is happening. She wants to pick up her phone and talk to her but she does not know what to say at all. She just turns off her phone and stares blankly at the ceiling of her room, contemplating about her thoughts and emotions.

              Suddenly, she feels her tears flowing but she is not sobbing. Her neutral expression seems to show her mind and heart made her numb.

              Did she become too strong that she did not notice her tears anymore? She doesn’t know but she is certain she wants to fight more.

              She needs this time all alone for herself, even just for while. She does not track of the time because at this moment, she wants to clear her mind to gather her strength and focus again.

              When her emotions subside a bit, Dei comes out of her room to prepare their dinner. She likes cooking more than Rionne does. Even though her sister does not cook much, she always help her in kitchen. She checks the ingredients. Some are not enough so she sends her sister to an errand to buy some ingredients for their meal.

              Not long after her sister went out, she hears repeated doorbells. She thinks may be Rionne gets confuse with the list she gave and will ask about it.

              She opens the gate and sees Ann. “We are supposed to meet next week with our catch-up lunch but you made me so worried today! You aren’t replying to my texts and chats. You didn’t answer my calls until your phone becomes attended. I called your landline and it was Rionne who answered. She said you were in your room this whole afternoon. I told her not to mention to you I will visit tonight.” Ann catches her breath after talking too fast.“We’re best friends! Why did you not tell it to me? Since when did you start feeling that way…I mean like what you tweeted?” Ann motions they enter their home to talk about it. Her best friend lets her sit on the couch first.

              Ann softens her voice and with a more gentle tone, she says, “Ano bang nangyari? How can I help you? I know there is something wrong the moment I saw your tweet…If you are not yet ready to share it now, we can watch movies here with these DVD copies I bought.”

              Dei sighs and turns to her. Her best friend sees her gloomy eyes. “I need to fight back. I must be stronger but it feels like I am running out of strength to fight anymore. Nakakapagod pala.It feels like I am about to lose myself even if I still want to fight.” She admits.

              She badly wants to cry but she feels her heart toughened from everything she went through especially in taking care of Rionne. It is nearly a year now since she looks after her sister all by herself. Their parents hesitated to go to Dubai but she assured them she could protect her sister.

              Ann lets her best friend vent out all her thoughts to her. They are childhood friends and they went to the same school until they graduated from high school. Dei’s university gave her a 50% scholarship. Ann chose her current university because the table tennis and other sports programs impressed her. Even if they are not from the same university now in college, their friendship remains strong as ever. They even consider themselves twin sisters by heart. Ann knows something is bothering her best friend even before she posted that tweet. She listens intently to her. Her best friend looks at her as if Dei is waiting to hear an advice or words of encouragement.

              “Before I reached my dream of playing in Olympics, I experienced failures, rejections, disappointments, and setbacks.” Ann clears her throat as she feels her voice becomes shaky.“I even questioned myself that even I love playing table tennis, can I still continue? I realize Dei you cannot really stop from doing what you love. You just need to rest first, gather strength, and pray every day to focus on your goals.”

              Ann sees the photo of their family beside their landline phone. She takes it and shows to her best friend. “I know how much you love you love your family. Let that love become the driving force for you to continue whatever happens. All of us, your friends, are always here to remind you how strong you are but sometimes you need to take a break and rest first. I cannot imagine how difficult your responsibilities are but I know you can do them all.

              “I believe in you. God trusts you so much and He never gives more than what you can bear.” Ann smiles and gives her the photo. Dei hugs her and smiles. No need for her to cry more after she feels lighter in her heart.

              “Thank you Ann for always telling me the words I need to hear at the most crucial times. Para kang si Doc Gia na level kung makapag-advice.” Dei laughs heartily. Thank God, she has Ann as her best friend.

                                                        ****

              Dei is uncomfortable with Rionne’s silence. Her sister seems to be thinking too much again. She calls her attention.

              “Dear, what’s wrong? I know when you are overthinking. I know when you are uncomfortable with anything. What is our promise? No secrets, right?”

              “I can’t really hide anything from you Ate…I am sorry for breaking your favorite trophy when I---“

              Dei is relieved. At least, Rionne worries over a less important thing. She stops what her sister is saying as she pulls her closer and looks into her eyes.

              “That trophy is nothing compared to the treasured trophy I have. Do you know what it is?” Rionne shakes her head gesturing no as a response. Dei smiles widely, pats her head, and hugs her tightly.

              “Seeing you live your life in the best way you can. You accept your flaws and turn it into your strength. That is Ate Dei’s treasured trophy, Rionne. That is my true trophy. I couldn’t be more proud of you!”

              “I will fulfill all my dreams and I will always say thank you for everything Ate Dei. Watch me shine and fly!”

                                                                  ****

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Utilizing advanced showcasing without a key methodology is as yet typical. I'm certain huge numbers of the organizations in this class are utilizing advanced media successfully and they could surely be getting extraordinary outcomes from their pursuit, email, or web-based media advertising. Yet, I'm similarly certain that many are botching chances for better focusing on or advancement, or are experiencing different difficulties I've recorded underneath. Maybe the issues beneath are most noteworthy for bigger associations who most direly need administration.

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It's very basic for computerized showcasing exercises to be finished in storehouses whether that is an authority advanced advertiser, sitting in IT, or a different advanced office. It's simpler that approach to bundle computerized advertising into an advantageous piece. Obviously, it's less successful. Everybody concurs that advanced media work best when incorporated with customary media and reaction channels. We generally suggest building up an incorporated computerized advertising procedure and once Digital Transformation is finished advanced showcasing exercises will be essential for your promoting plan and part of nothing new.

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Unnecessary life update

i.

I have officially made it to the halfway point of this quarter. And I don’t mean to sound morbid but I didn’t expect to at all!

It’s just that I’ve recently learned that chronic sleep deprivation actually does lead to premature death and I’ve slept at three in the morning everyday since I started online schooling. (Though actual scientific evidence has always been available on the Internet, I found it easier to believe that this was a hoax.) But concerning as it may be, the past two weeks have been so demanding of my time and energy, resting didn’t seem like an option.

ii.

Much to the dismay of Freshman Angel, most organizations in Ateneo require an interview as part of the application process. I remember signing up for three departments in my home org back then: I sweated my way through one screening, completely flunked the other, and ghosted the last. I also applied to be part of our hosting pool and made a run for it at the last minute: despite having spent only two weeks on campus, I easily found a secret passageway leading to the nearest exit just so that I wouldn’t have to run into the officer in charge of my audition.

Given the unfortunate display of cowardice, it’s hard to believe that this year, I found myself on the other side. I conducted several ICs (rebranded to individual conversations) in an attempt to welcome freshmen, give them a picture of what awaits them in ACTM, and hopefully serve as one of their first friends, if I built enough rapport with them. 

The week after, I had to conduct interviews and screen all hopefuls who wanted to make it into my department. I only spoke with 13 of them through a screen but I had to go through three times more application forms, interview footage, and assessments to determine who would make it to our final line-up. One night, I binge-watched the recordings of all the interviews I conducted in chronological order and I didn’t know if I found my waning energy levels depressing or funny. Toward the last few, I refused to turn on my camera because I had gotten a sudden allergy attack.

iii.

And as if the load I bear as an associate vice president in ACTM wasn’t heavy enough, I joined five other orgs last recruitment week. I wouldn’t go and call the quarantine a blessing because I’m not an asshole but these past few months have made me realize that I want to do and be so many things in life and I missed the opportunity to start on them earlier, since I spent the first few years of college hanging around with no end goal in mind. So in a fit of impulsiveness, I signed up for:

The Development Society of the Ateneo, where I will be working either as an advocacy or consultancy trainee under the research and development department (depends on how my interview this Thursday fares);

Ateneo Education Geared Towards Empowerment, where I will be gathering data from our partner communities to help the organization provide quality education given the online setting;

Ateneo Association of Communication Majors, where I will be under the research and development department yet again of MIRLab, their documentary production house;

Ateneo PEERS, where I will be part of a peer support program intended to help in my self-improvement, and that of others as well;

Project Kabuhayan, where I will be participating in initiatives geared towards empowering micro, small, and medium enterprises

I had general assemblies for most of them: had to ditch two for a midterm, and will be watching the recordings tomorrow. I didn’t even have to talk in any of them; simply watch the officers speak about their projects for the year then head on over to my designated breakout room. But the mere idea of being perceived by hundreds of Zoom call participants was already enough to drain my social battery.

iv.

To top it all off, my major tasks for all three subjects I’m taking this quarter were due last Friday. I had a group podcast for Philosophy class which we had to shoot twice on the busiest day of my week. I wanted nothing more than to get it over with, so when we wrapped up our first attempt, we were ready to let it go through some rushed post-production and submit it without giving it a second look. But I couldn’t stomach the thought of submitting subpar work when the task is supposed to be easy, given enough discipline.

Another group I was a part of had a marketing plan (you’ll never guess which subject it was for) that proposed the rebranding of Adidas Originals to cater to an older target market, or “the active ageing”, as we liked to call it. We only found out a couple of hours before the deadline that our professor was not accepting anything over 10 pages just when we had hit the 40-page mark. All of our well-researched, comprehensive parts had to be cut down significantly, which was the equivalent of flushing many sleepless nights down the drain.

And of course, I had a case study and midterm to accomplish for Law. The minute I received the message confirming the submission of my answers, I plopped down on my bed and napped. Later on that night, I released all the pent-up tension in me by going on my first ever e-numan. I never got the logic behind drinking alcohol in front of my computer: I always thought it was a sad attempt to replicate the bustling nightlife of Katip or the intimate energy of barkada chillnumans in condominiums. But I guess all I needed was the right company, and some sweet-tasting Novellino.

Anyway, before this turns into a full-on advert for a brand that isn’t even sponsoring this post, let me move on.

Reading that probably exhausted you. As the one who had to live through all that, I can tell you: it was even more hectic than you think. Before this pandemic was a thing, my schedule was clear-cut. I could tell the days of the week apart, and appreciate the endless possibility brought by Friday evenings. I could wake up at eight on Saturday morning, smile to myself because of how early it is, and go back to sleep without any feelings of guilt.

Now, the line that separates work and home has been completely obliterated. The Internet promotes that I have to be at the top of my game all the time. Every moment spent in rest and recreation is a moment wasted when there’s so much to do, always somewhere to be even if I’m technically not allowed to leave the comfort of my own home. 

I would sometimes report to my friends that I threw my circadian rhythm out the window, which would be met with the same well-meaning outcries. “What the hell! Drop all your commitments! Pace yourself! Sleep early!”. I think they know by now that this often falls on deaf ears. Ironically, whenever I observe or hear of friends falling into the same patterns as me, I’m often one of the first to reprimand. I sentence them to early bedtime like a stressed suburban mother of two, and check in on them constantly to see if they’re doing alright. I tell them not to pressure themselves to perform at their very best, while working myself to the bone, writing this ~2,000 word essay at half past two in the morning.

But one conversation I had with one of my friends stood out. He told me how proud he was of me: that even if I’m so busy juggling so many things, it all pays off in the end because I’m genuinely happy and fulfilled. I get to see the fruits of my labor and share it with the world.

Which is so true. I honestly enjoy the success that comes from this hyperproductivity, and take pride in the output that I manage to churn out. I’m willing to give up hours of sleep if it means getting to do what will help me make my pipe dreams a reality, or create something that sets my soul on fire.I don’t mind going out of my comfort zone if it’s to talk to new people who have the potential of being some of my greatest friends in the future, or advocating for causes that I’m passionate about. 

In fact, I am so willing to prolong my period of working to welcome the new members of my department or create even more articles to talk about pressing cultural phenomena. It will be hard as hell while the sacrifice is still ongoing but I always know that it will lead to something greater and bigger than I am. 

Besides, when I feel like I can no longer take it, I don’t think I’ll have it in me to force myself. It might not look like it but I am afraid of the serious health risks and will try to slot in more time for sleep if need be. But I have no plans of backing out of anything right now since I’m still on top of everything. Guess I’m fueled by a genuine desire to give/be/do as much as I can, while I still can. 

v.

Where did this post even go, honestly… This was supposed to be a simple life update, complete with a pop culture recommendation to supplement my experiences. I did not expect it to spiral the way it did so now I have no idea how to transition from one part to the next in a way that isn’t entirely awkward. Oh well.

I managed to preserve my sanity these past two weeks by listening to only one artist. Anyone who follows me on Spotify must think that their Friend Activity tab is glitching but the rumors are indeed true: I have been listening to chosen songs from The Boyz’ discography on a constant loop, like an actual zombie. Count on me to get into a new K-Pop group during the busiest week of the quarter as a coping mechanism.

I was an anti of this group when they first debuted because they are home to a former Produce 101 contestant whom I hated. (Still do, up to now. Don’t know how to reconcile my conflicting feelings.) So you could say I was heavily biased from the start and refused to give them a chance. Thankfully, one of my best friends recently converted after watching them on Road to Kingdom and sent me some of their performances to reel me in. Since I am a girl with a working brain and pair of eyes, I was easily impressed. When they came back recently with The Stealer, I officially fell and made no active efforts to get up.

If there are any Deobis reading, (1) congrats, you are a person of taste; (2) please be my friend. My current favorite songs other than their latest title track are No Air, I’m Your Boy, and Break Your Rules. I’ve also started most mornings with their Danger live stage. Who needs caffeine when you have acrobatic stunts and good-looking men?

I also have a lot of exciting things coming up, which I just felt the need to share:

I’m going to be a panelist at a talk for Developh, an organization I’m a part of which leverages technology for social good. This Friday, October 16th, I’ll be joining three brilliant go-getters from different fields to talk about my internship at makesense Philippines (which warrants another blog post) as well as my experience as a freelance writer. 

I have a couple of published pieces in the pipeline right now that I absolutely cannot wait to share! I honestly think they’re some of my favorites. Over the past few weeks, I have written about Internet study communities, the Subtle Asian Dating Facebook group, and unpaid internships. I’ve also pitched a couple more to my bosses and they’ve given me the green light at the same time so yes, once again, I am running on tight deadlines.

I’ll be applying for internships once this quarter is over and I’m already considering a couple of start-ups as good prospects. I’m making my personalized CVs for each company and saving the contact details of the designated point people in a neat little Notion spread for easy access.

Feels weird to end this post with stay safe and healthy, and don’t forget to rest. Maybe I’ll just make that a note to self.

Love and light,

Angel

#angeltriestoblog #life updates

[katedisonsmoved]

FAMOUS IN LOVE SENTENCE MEME ( EP. 3-5 )

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Cursing, mild violence, nsfw themes.

EPISODE 3

“Forget that stupid agent.” “I cannot ask my parents for any more money.” “Who are you texting so early?” “Mi closet es su closet.” “You and I… we’re still good, right?” “Are you too busy to be the star of a major motion picture?” “I haven’t been sent a script in months.” “Maybe I can earn my way back to the top with some indie cred.” “I’m afraid that if we start working together, it’ll complicate things.” “One minute you kiss me and then the next minute you act like we're strangers.” “I know exactly what I want.” “Blockbusters don’t come cheap.” “Agents make your life easier.” “You can kick me under the table if I said anything stupid.” “I want out of this fresh hell.” “I see the big movie star’s got a mouth on him.” “I wonder what your adoring fans would think if they knew about the real you.” “Everything I have is invested in ___.” “I see you’ve already got an entourage.” “What do you say we eat first, talk business later?” “If handled the right way, a franchise can be a meal ticket for life.” “You didn’t take a pay cut?” “How we handle this opportunity could determine your career for the next twenty years.” “Am I allowed to ask how much money I’m making?” “This movie is gonna make you rich.” “Oh my god, this really is a conspiracy.” “A friend in need is a pain indeed.” “One sec, I need to reschedule my interview.” “I sacrifice more than my fee to get this movie made.” “I need a closer parking spot worked into my deal.” “I’m supposed to get you to hair and make-up.” “You in some kind of trouble?” “How long do these things usually take?” “There must have been a problem with the dress.” “My friends are gonna kill me, and honestly? I don’t blame them.” “I’ve been acting for years and every time they put up new sets, it never gets old.” “I hope he was worth it.” “I love when the bass comes in like that.” “You’re a hard woman to track down.” “I see the wheels turning, but your lips aren’t moving.” “Tell me everything and start at the beginning!” “I’m sure it was not as bad as you think.” “He threw my script away. I saw it in the trash.” “She was probably drunk, because she never called back.” “I think I did a really bad thing.” “Hideous. Ugly. No. Hard no. Heinous.” “You naughty little senorita.” “Well, you can start by taking off that dress.” “These stilettos are killing me.” “You didn’t want people finding out about us so you made sure that wouldn’t happen.” “Like everything else in my life, you probably stole it.” “Who is this bitch?” “If you ever bother him again, you’ll be dealing with me.” “I think this is the last we’ll be seeing of your mother.” “Why didn’t you tell me she called the first time?” “Her agents liked the script and they want to rep me.” “Ever since you got cast in this film, you’re like a different person.” “Why aren’t we using our inside voices?” “I’m sorry for the way I acted at the photoshoot.” “We used to be like family.”’ “If you have a friend you consider like family, they’re worth giving a second chance to.” “You sound like a producer.” “I can’t physically be in two places at once.” “I packed light because I don’t plan on wearing much.” “Stick with me. I can teach you all kinds of things.”

EPISODE 4

“They picked you out of thousands of actresses!” “We can take selfies when nobody’s looking.” “We’re in this together, right?” “It’s not like that. I really like her. She’s special.” “This is Stage Nine. Where all the magic happens.” “Craft service is that way. All you can eat snacks, 24/7.” “New single off the album?” “I’m sorry I haven’t returned your calls.” “Apparently, I’m an actress now.” “That album is not gonna record itself.” “I thought you could wear it on our first date.” “Would you mind putting this on?” “How did you feel in the studio this morning?” “I’ve been working on some new music.” “Don’t try to Miley Cyrus your ass into edgy.” “I don’t have time to clean up another one of your messes.” “He gave me the P and I gave it right back.” “Congrats on joining the movie.” “You’re where you’re at because you’re talented.” “It’s your life, ___. Not hers. Do it your way.” “Stand there and just say your lines.” “Dude, you’re killing us here.” “You held up the crew and you delayed production.” “Try just being her co-star. See how that goes.” “Not great doesn’t even begin to cover it.” “Are you having any regrets about turning him down?” “Another short day on set for you, huh?” “If there’s something there, you should go for it.” “Are you kidding me? This is all yours?” “I’m starting a Twitter war.” “You know what? Tweet away! She deserves it.” “I’m sure his ego isn’t damaged at all after being turned down for the first time in his life.” “Just the person I was looking for.” “I was a working child actor, so I never had a best friend. I was lonely.” “Maybe after the movie wraps?” “If you came here to tell me I made a mistake, save it.” “My whole life we’ve done it your way. Not anymore. Now, we’re doing it my way.” “I don’t understand what he sees in her. She’s so fake.” “You should probably start working on your Oscar speech.” “You felt it. I know you did.” “Yesterday I did a really moving scene with a tennis ball.”

EPISODE 5

“Trust me. You know what you’re doing.” “I think that’s the first time someone’s ever called me a real actress.” “You’re working on your birthday?” “He’s my co-star. I’m not sleeping with him.” “Don’t mess with tradition.” “I feel free, like I could do whatever I want.” “It was about us, wasn’t it?” “Does that mean you’ll come out tonight?” “You guys are not in sync with each other at all.” “Smiley face pancakes are moments away.” “Are you really acting jealous right now?” “She won’t be able to mess with you from behind bars.” “The story we built about who you are is finally safe.” “I’ll be ready for those shirtless scenes next week.” “So you’re sleeping with him?” “This could be a chance for me to control my fate for once.” “My accounts are frozen. I can’t access any of my money.” “I kinda feel like my mind is a million miles away.” “This is not just some random hook-up.” “If you don’t show up tonight, you could seriously damage this friendship.” “This has your fingerprints all over it.” “I’m gonna sue you in court.” “This is my story. It’s intensely personal.” “You should’ve seen the way he was flirting with this girl today.” “Do you have any idea how amazing that is?” “You were in on this?” “Every master planner needs a great accomplice.” “Do something. Push back.” “Consider it a small price to pay for your freedom.” “She was instrumental in pulling all this off.” “I would never tell anyone about us.” “All I ever wanted was what was best for you.” “You fight me and your career is ruined. That’s a promise.” “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers very soon.” “You can start by getting the hell out of my recording studio.” “I’m so glad you decided to celebrate our little victory after all.” “Oh, do tell.” “You might be starting over but you’re not doing it alone.” “He deserves to know who his father is.” “Like I said, the party was… pretty lit.” “Thank you for giving me the bed. How was the couch?” “Forget about my history. Because when I’m with you, I want to change.” “So what’s for breakfast?” “Who the hell are you?”

#sentence meme #rp prompts #rph #rpc #indie rp #* prompts. #* made by me. #long post /

[kittymaverick]

It’s that time of the year again! A Mystery Case Files: The Black Veil commentary

Spoilers as usual under the cut. Also, this is mostly from memory, so there might be some errors in time order.

1. That opening is epic. Definitely the most epic I’ve seen of Eipex’s MCF so far. (And this is coming from someone who is ultra critical of Eipex. How far they’ve come.) 2. REPORTER PEOPLE ARE RUNNING FROM TOWN. WHY ARE YOU RUNNING IN. THIS IS HOW WE GET PROBLEMS. 3. Queen: ...the ”unbelievable” is what you deal with. MD: I’d rather not, but it’s not like I have a choice. 4. Mysterious figure running off, fine. Car crashes into another car. Medieval town wholesomely preserved... yeah, this is totally going to be fine. 5. Reporter: Help me Detective! MD: You totally put yourself in this situation, so no. Me: Uh.... MD: Okay, fine! 6. Alison: Hi detective! Remember me from Dire Grove? MD: ...YOU... Alison: It’s like you’re my guardian angel-- MD: I’D RATHER NOT BE. ALSO, DID YOU LEARN NOTHING FROM BEING IN DIRE GROVE ABOUT RUNNING STRAIGHT INTO-- Alison: *Smiling happily* MD: Hrgh, you know what never mind. 7. Yeah, go talk to the guy at the big house with lots of money. Like that’s totally going to turn out fine. 8. Richard: Someone’s breaking into my house! MD: You know, for a moment there, I was actually afraid for you. Just...for a split moment. 9. Huh, big house, pretty normal for once actually-- *GIANT STATUE OF WOMAN* *THREE SHRINES TO DEATH* Okay, I said that too soon. 10. Richard: Hi there! I’m scottish! And welcoming! MD: ...Okay, I think this guy can be trusted, for once. Me: Um... Richard: Snooping around? That’s fine! Why don’t you seat down for a drink with me? MD: Yeah, he’s a fine person. Me: Hey, MD-- Richard: So Henry’s being a little arsehole, so can you tell him to stop it? Also, can you go activate that totally not evil and eldritch device in the center of town for me? MD: Sure! ME: SERIOUSLY?! 11. Henry can’t speak. Me: ....Did they ran out of budget for a child voice actor? 12. MD: Alright, let’s activate this device-- SHITSHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! Me: WHAT DID I TELL YOU? WHAT DID I SAY???!!! Alison: I’m not feeling too well... Me: SEE WHAT I MEAN??!! MD: Note taken: Just because he’s Scottish doesn’t mean he is trustworthy. 13. Alison: Hey! You’re okay! It must be the feather that protected you. MD: Yes, hold onto the totally mysterious magical item that I have no idea what it does. This is totally going to be fine. Me: Seriously, MD, not from a chicken, peacock, or duck? MD: Hey, I had to make some educated guesses. 14. Alison: Okay I’m off to investigate! MD and Me: WAIT NO ALISON THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT RESULTED IN DIRE GROVE-- Tip: “Alison’s still a bit sensitive about Dire Grove. Be cautious not to bring the subject up.” MD and ME: SHUT UP. 15. Richard: *Villainous slow clap* MD: Please don’t. Richard: Death is an old friend of yours! It’s like we’re kindred. MD: (It’s Alister or Charles, definitely.)...Did he happen to mention how many times I killed him? 16. MD: Oh, great, another immortal on our hands. I seem to be very good at killing those, so you won’t be immortal SOON. 17. Guard: Stop! MD: Okay. Guard: You won’t go any further. MD: I didn’t intend to-- HOLY SHIT HE’S SHOOTING AT ME FOR REAL! 18. Richard: Hey detective. Wanna see something awesome? MD: Not really. Richard: Look what happens when I kill someone! A pretty lady shows up! MD: ...................Which part of NOT REALLY did you not hear? 19. Alison: Great! We found evidence! Richard: You’ve also set off my trap! MD: SHIT. Alison: Oh no, how do I avoid-- *swivels through hidden door* MD: ARE YOU FOR REAL AND DID YOU JUST....urgh. 19.5. Me: WHY IS THIS DOOR NOT OPENING. IS THIS A BUG??? MD: You forgot to power it. Me: ...Oh. MD: ...It was kind of obvious-- Me: I blame bad game design! 20. Richard: AHAHAHA! I have a captive now! You can’t leave! MD: You...Ass. Richard: Well, I’ll save you the trouble of looking for notes and tell you how I got here. MD: Thank you, but you’re still an ass. Richard: So why don’t you enjoy what I’ve prepared for you? MD: YOU...YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST GUYS THAT PREPARED STUFF FOR ME? 21. MD: Oh thank gods he’s obsessed with Ankou instead of me this time. Me: Well....... MD: Just let me have that thought for once, okay? 22. Me: Aw...Henry’s just like any little kid. Being mischievous, climbing trees. MD: *Knocks tree down* Me: HOLY SHIT! HENRY! MD: OOPS...HE’s okay! He also totally won’t step into the minefield. *Henry steps into a tube instead* Me and MD: OH COME ON. Richard: *Laughs* 23. MD: Okay, so the more that someone’s soul weighs, the only she gets to stay. And weight is increased by one’s virtue. Me: ...This is fucked up. On the other hand, at least you’re not the prisoner. MD: This is still as fucked up as all the guys before. Me: So you’ve gone from saving ghosts, to saving people, to saving gods now? I’d say that’s an improvement. MD: ...Shut up. Also, this guy has shitty record tastes. 24. Alison: Thank you! Now you’re Henry’s guardian angel too. MD: I won’t need to be anyone’s angel IF YOU’D ALL JUST STAY OUT OF TROUBLE 25. MD: Shiiiiiiit that’s an underground complex alright. Me: Jealous? MD: I’ve had my fill of underground complexes as offerings. No thank you. Richard: Technically, this is also a gift for you though. MD: Oh DAMN YOU. 26. Richard: Alright! Here’s a man who may or may not be guilty. Will you sentence him for his crimes or will you forgive him? MD: ...WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU EVEN THE DALIMARS DIDN’T REACH THIS LEVEL OF FUCKERY. Alister: What?! Charles: Excuse me?! Victor: Father will be displeased! MD: NOT an invitation. 27. MD: ALRIGHT RICHARD ENOUGH OF THIS-- where is he? Richard: Hi. *brandish knife* MD: Shit. Me: Alright! Get ready for final combat-- *Richard OUT RIGHT STABS MD IN THE HEART* MD: CRAP! ME: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! 28. Me: HE STABBED YOU. ACTUALLY STABBED YOU. TO KILL. MD: Yeah, can we-- Me: HE ACTUALLY WENT FOR IT. MD: Hey-- Me: AND YOU’RE DYING FOR REAL THIS TIME. HOLY SHIT WHAT DO I-- MD: WALK ME TOWARDS THE FUCKING LIGHT WILL YOU YOU NITWIT. 29. Me: Oh look, it’s Dire Grove. MD: Nope. Me: Now it’s Ravenhearst. MD: NOPE. Me: Hi madame fate! MD: NOPE NOPE. Me: Hm...this looks like the chamber where Charles was gonna-- MD: AAAAAAAHHHHHHH *runs* Me: ...You know, you’re not so much walking towards the light as so much as running from the dark... 30. MD: Oh hi Ankou. Gonna send me to death? Me: Um.... MD: ...Oh thanks! A feather. Guess I’m going to live. AND TEAR THIS FUCKING THING DOWN. Richard: NO! YOU WERE ONLY MEANT TO BE A KEY! MD: WHY DON’T YOU ASK THE DALIMAR TWINS HOW THAT WENT LAST TIME! Me: Answer, not well. :D MD: The explosion is always so satisfying. Me: Um...should we...get out? MD: Oh yeah-- AAAAAHHHHHH. 31. Henry: ...I want to be like you when you grow up. MD: Trust me, you really don’t-- Wait DID YOU JUST SPOKE??? 32. MD: Alison’s back to normal, Dread whatever the town name actually is has been saved. I’m alive despite being stabbed in the heart. The embodiment of Death has been saved. Eh. Pretty good and done for once. Me: ...You realize you might be immortal now, right? MD: Yeah, but what’s the worst that can come from that? Charles: :D MD: OH NO WAIT FUCK YOU-- Conclusion: As much as the basic plot line is like a lighter version of Escape from Ravenhearst, I did enjoy it. It’s not like Broken Hours where the story was very distant from the MD’s past. This story DID indeed use the MD’s past experience a valid plot point. Except for WHY Richard knows so much about the MD. That just...honestly wasn’t explained clearly, even in the extra gameplay. I think the extra game actually made it more confusing? Now it seems that was part of the intention, but I’m not certain that it contributed to the game as a result. That said, congrats on reaching the 15th game in the MCF series! The MD has come so far. ;u; MD: Can I have a proper vacation now? For once?

#Mystery Case files #the black veil #bigfishgames

[exosmuttytalk]

Ikea - Exo Baekhyun One-Shot

Genre: Smut, a little bit of fluff, some humour (sometimes I think I’m funny)

Characters: Baekhyun/OC, you

Word count: 4300 approx.

Summary: Following a very unamusing game of hide and seek, your boyfriend and you find yourselves locked up at Ikea.

Comments inside!

Comment: So, I’m not certain of how popular Ikea is in the rest of the world out of Europe, where it is really popular, so I’m just going to give a quick explanation so in case you don’t know what it is, you can have an orientation about it.

Ikea is a sweddish chain of furniture shops. The furniture itself is not the bestest quality, but it’s fairly cheap. The stores are really big, they have an “exposition” area where they set up all the furniture and arrange it as if they were decorating a real house. I guess that’s how it works in most furniture shops, but Ikea shops are usually very big, have no references towards the outside surroundings, are usually very crowded and it’s really easy to get lost inside them (or proably I’m just dumb). Either way, I have no relation or connection whatsoever to Ikea, it just fits the story.

On a different note, how good does Baek look in that gif? Very good, indeed

“I really can’t believe this is happening!”

Turning on your heels, your eyes scanned the part of the shop that was visible from your standing point. There was not a single soul around; definitely not your boyfriend either. It had well been twenty minutes since the speakers had announced the closing time and at least ten since you last saw one of the employees whom you had to smile stiffly at before telling them you were looking for your boyfriend and that you two would be out of the door as soon as you found him. That was the moment you resolved that for however long your relationship was set to last, he wouldn’t be the one to choose your dates anymore.

Baekhyun was one to believe routine can kill a relationship, so each once in a while he would come up with a few creative ideas you could carry out together, like the one you were caught up in in that moment. His idea of playing a big game of hide and seek in Ikea could seem fun at first, and it was at first. But you had already spent at least a couple of hours strolling around the whole shop and still had no clue of where he might have been hiding.

After you walked beside the same garden furniture set for what felt like the 20th time, you gave up and sat down in one of the padded rocking chair and took your phone out of your bag.

“I surrender. Please, tell me where you are.”

“Uh-uh. You have to find me. What fun is there in the game if I tell you where I am.”

“This game stopped being fun a long time ago. Can you even see the rest of the store from wherever you’re hiding?”

“Sort of, but I’m not giving you any more clues.”

“I don’t want any of your clues, you idiot.”

“So?”

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there’s no one else here. At least not everywhere I’ve been for the last half hour.”

“Hmm…”

“They also informed through the speakers that the shop would be closing like… 45 minutes ago, maybe?”

 You heard loud stomping right behind you and when you turned around to see what was up, you found a startled Baekhyun looking at you in disbelief.

“You’re kidding, right?”

You pursed your lips together and made a gesture with your arm signalling the empty shop around you.

“No way.”

“How comes you haven’t even noticed people leaving? Didn’t you hear the notifications either?”

He just nodded in response and you rolled your eyes at him, standing up and heading in the direction the arrows painted in the floor signalled towards, in hopes you could still find the doors open or at least some employee who could lead you towards the exit.

“Where were you hiding then? Must have been a damn good spot to keep you that isolated from the world around you.”

Baekhyun, who was trying hard to keep up your step pace, seem to doubt.

“I…I wasn’t hiding. I’ve just been following you around and hiding behind furniture whenever you looked my way…”

You stopped in your tracks and gaped at him.

“You cheated!? You’ve been cheating for two whole hours!?”

“It was fun?” he shrugged, looking at you with a half-smile painted on his face that would’ve had some kind of effect on you hadn’t you been piling up your anger until that moment.

But instead of letting all out, you simply turned around and started running following the arrows and looking for the exit. Baekhyun followed your step and you could hear him panting behind you as he called your name.

By the time you arrived there, the vertical, metallic doors that separated the half of the store which held the furniture exposition and the half with the warehouse, the registers and the café, were already fully closed.  By that point, you were starting to get really nervous and you turned around one more time to shout out for help, but no one answered. Baekhyun just stood a few steps behind you, with the same expression of disbelief on his face he had since you had “found” him again, before approaching the door and hitting it with a closed fist, shouting as well, hoping someone would hear him. After getting no response, he turned back around. He didn’t even dare to look at you directly in the face and all his features pointed directly towards the floor, but that awoke no mercy inside you.

“I guess you’re happy now, right? Your little game has reached its peak and now we’re trapped here. Congrats.”

He lifted his head up at your provocation, but his eyes started wandering around instead of looking at your face.

“There has to be another way to get out of here…”

As he spent some time testing every little crevice he could find in the door and its surroundings, you sat down at one of the exposition sofas, not willing to collaborate. Your phone battery was running quite low, so there wasn’t much else you could do but to observe how your boyfriend uselessly messed around, trying to miraculously hit the one fail of the system that would make the door open with no need of any sort of key.

“You’re not helping much just sitting there, you know…” he said when he noticed what you were doing.

“You’re the one who’s got us locked, you’re the one who has to get us out.”

He responded with a mocking grimace and you simply turned your face away from him, not willing to get further into an argument with the only person around.

“Shouldn’t there be some sort of security guards around here…?” You wondered out loud.

“That’s it!” Baekhyun ran up to where you were sitting and planted a quick kiss on your lips. “The cameras! I’ve seen cameras all over the exposition! They surely have some close circuit and there must be someone watching! Let’s go.”

You were able to find only four cameras in the whole exposition, which was surprising considering how big the circuit was. You made sure to make as many sudden movements as you in front of every one of the cameras, along with loud noises in case it also recorded sounds, in hope someone would see it. Considering the situation, you couldn’t deny it had been kind of fun, but although Baekhyun had made the effort of picking you up so you could put your face very close to the objectives to make it even more obvious you were there and the improvised choreographies in front of the cameras, after more than half an hour of running from one recording spot to another, finally sitting down to have a rest, you refused to give in to his attempts to approach you.  You had plans for the rest of the night and spending it locked up in a random store wasn’t even close to what you initially had in mind.

“At least we’re comfortable here, right?” Baekhyun said, moving closer to you and trying to put his arm around your shoulder to cuddle you, but moved away from his touch.

“Wouldn’t someone have already noticed us if there was actually someone behind the camera?” You asked as you hugged your own body, starting to feel a bit cold.

“Hmm, I’ve actually been thinking about it for a couple of minutes and…”

He stood up and pushed one of the chairs on display in that fake living room until he placed it right under the camera. Then, he climbed up the chair and examined the device up close. He gave the side of the camera a quick and sharp knock and it detached from the ceiling in one complete piece, revealing there were no wires or any kind of connection whatsoever.

“Awesome,” he said knocking the camera with his knuckles and listening closely to the empty sound that came back from within. “They’re fake.”

“Fake? Why would they have fake cameras?”

“Who knows? They probably have real cameras where the actually valuable stuff’s at and set up these fake ones here to make people believe they are being watched. But who’s going to try and steal a completely assembled table, either way?”

“Sounds plausible. I guess.”

You walked up and down the room, trying to gain back some heat. The building was well illuminated and warm during the time it was open to the public, but now, two hours after its closing time, the heating had long been turned off and the only lights came in from the street through the high and inaccessible windows.

“Well, this,” Baekhyun said as he sat down again, “completely sucks. This is not what I had planned at all. And now I’m also hungry.”

Ignoring his pouty bottom lip, you reached for your purse, fished around for a bag of sugar free candy you kept inside at all times and threw it in his direction.

“That’s all I can provide. If we had arrived home in time, though… it’s taco night.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” he sighed. “Your tacos are the bestest around.”

“You really don’t have to be kissing my ass all that much, it’s not going to make me any less mad,” you answered as you stood up and started walking away from him.

“Where are you going?” he asked before bolting to your side.

“I’m freezing. We need to find somewhere warmer if we are truly going to spend the night here.”

You quickly found the way back to the second floor, where the bedroom furniture was on display. Most of the beds didn’t have any covers on hand had the mattress on sight, but in your previous quest for Baekhyun you had gone through a very nicely arranged fake bedroom, which featured a king size bed and a smaller one, all of them dressed up with very soft-looking fuzzy blankets.

“Oh, no you’re not,” you yelled towards Baekhyun when he made his way around the bed you had already taken a sit on to settle on the other side. “You’re sleeping in that one today,” and you signalled towards the smaller one.

“But it’s a bed for kids!”

“Then you’ll fit perfectly in it.”

“Don’t you want me to cuddle you?” He looked like a harmed puppy, but you were inflexible and only nodded.

“But my phone’s dead, what am I going to do there without you?” He asked in an attempt to move you.

“That’s not my problem in this precise moment, Baek.”

Said and done, you grabbed the blanket and turned around lying down in the bed, burying yourself inside a fuzzy cocoon, trying to gain your body heat back. Your feet inside your socks were freezing. Baekhyun was almost never cold and made sure every night that your feet were warm before falling asleep, but that night he needed a lesson.

Either hours or just minutes could’ve gone by since the moment you dozed off, because when you opened your eyes, the light in the unit was still the same and there was no visible signal anyone knew you two were trapped there. Basking in the warmness, you stretched your body and shifted around in the bed, getting startled when you found Baekhyun lying down in the spot beside you, his eyes open and watching over you.

“How long have you been there for?”

“Around an hour, maybe. I moved back as soon as I could hear you falling asleep. You sleep like a log, nothing could ever disturb your slumber.”

He chuckled as he moved closer to you, trying to wrap you in his arms, but you hissed at him and he gave up, going back to his spot and staring at the ceiling with pursed lips.

Shortly after, he started talking again.

“You know what? I think the fact that they don’t have cameras in here is almost an advantage for the people who work here.”

“Hmm?” You felt curious about what he had in mind and wondered what could be so cool about not having cameras, considering the situation you were at, but at the same time, you didn’t want to appear too interested.

“I mean, for the night security guards, I’m sure there must be some of those somewhere even if we haven’t bumped into them yet.”

“Yeah. But what about them?”

“Imagine you’re one of them. Imagine one night. One random night. You’ve already made the route around the shop and know everything’s in order. You then go back to that room they have with all the CC monitors. You’re sitting there, drinking some coffee like no big deal, watching late night TV at the same time you can see the monitors through the corner of your eye. Suddenly, you notice some movement and sit up quickly to scan the monitors closely. You discover one of the cupboard’s door in one of the fake room has opened all by itself. You pry over it, but see nothing alarming.”

“Baekhyun…” you shifted uncomfortably on your side of the bed, lying on your back and keeping your eyes wide open to look around you.

“The night after that, or maybe two nights after that,” he went on, ignoring your complaint, “you’re in the same room, after having followed your usual routine. This time you’re a little more attentive, although you rationally don’t expect anything to happen. But just like the first night, the same door of the same cupboard cracks open and catches your attention. You’re so focused on staring at the little corresponding screen that you almost miss a second door opening slowly and all by itself, in a different screen.”

“Baekhyun…!” you whined as you moved closer towards him, which he used to his advantage and put his arms around you in a comforting manner.

“This keeps happening. Night after night, different doors from different pieces of storage in different rooms keep opening by themselves. After the second night, you hadn’t dared to come out of the security room, so you just watched the events unfold before your eyes, completely alone and having no one to believe you, as by morning, the recordings of the cameras would be completely normal, registering no unusual movement. The third night, a third door opens. The fourth one, a fourth door, and so on. Every night you would do your route because that was your obligation, although you feel sick to the stomach while doing so. But one night, when you’re back into your safe room, you notice a difference. As you were watching the last door in the last fake room painfully slowly crack open, you realize the only other place in the whole shop with cupboards left to be open is the one you’re in.”

“Baekhyun, stop being an asshole!” You elbowed him in the stomach and didn’t even feel sorry when he seemed to hurt. “You’re using scary stories to make me come closer to you! You know I don’t like scary stories! And we have to stay here the whole night with no lights whatsoever. And it’s all your fault! Why do you have to be like this?”

Although you had been hitting almost every spot of his body you could reach as you complained about his evil strategy, once you were finished, you wrapped yourself up in your blanket and settled under his arm, tugging on to his shirt, eyes closed tightly as you tried to mentally travel to a happier place.  

“Baby!” Baekhyun cuddled you as he scattered kissed all over the top of your head and the very little surface he could reach for in your face. “Don’t be scared! Such things don’t happen and there’s no spirits or ghosts. Trust me! And you don’t have anything to worry about, I am here and will protect you against anything.”

Despite the fact that the words coming out of his mouth intended to be calming, you could hear the smile playing at his lips, as his little devious plan had worked just the way he wanted it too; you were holding onto him as if he was a life jacket and you were drowning in the sea.

“I can’t trust you for shit. First you get us locked up in this place and then you believe the best way to make me forgive you is by getting me scared! And you’re not even sorry!”

“You’re right. I swear the first part was an accident and I meant no harm, but that story was probably not the best idea.” You looked up at his face and saw he returned a serious stare. “I’m sorry. But admit not talking or even looking at me is not the best idea either. We’re all alone here and no one’s going to drop by until morning. Please, don’t be mad at me no more.”

You said nothing in return, but didn’t move back from the spot you have made for yourself against his body. His heat and his scent were very comforting to you; you could almost pretend it was a regular night with both of you at home, cuddling on the bed and talking about your day.

When you had sat on that bed, you preferred to disrupt the set up as little as possible, so you had only grabbed the warm blanket that was at the bottom of the bed, but Baekhyun had a different idea. He reached out around you and undid the covers of the bed. It was a nice surprise to discover the mattress was covered with an actual sheet, and not with a protective plastic. He tucked both of you in. The material was soft, although the scent was strange and impersonal. When Baekhyun placed himself behind your body to reach around you with his arms in a spooning position, you began feeling comfortable and at ease again.

“Is it okay like this, baby?”

You just nodded in response, with your eyes closed, hoping to regain your sleep back soon so the hours would go by faster. Baekhyun hummed a song next to your ear as he absent-mindedly played with your hair.

“To be honest, once we reached to the conclusion we were trapped here for the night, I wasn’t even that mad.”

“You weren’t?” You asked with incredulity.

“Uh-uh,” he denied. “There was nothing that could be done to get us out of here and, if I could choose, you’re the only person I would want to be trapped with wherever for my whole life.”

“Aww…”

You turned your head to give him a quick peck of gratitude and recognition, but he leaned in and captured your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling softly before going over the tender spot with the tip of his tongue. Then, he started kissing you passionately, with his hand on the nape of your neck serving as support for you to prop your head up. His other hand started caressing your skin, from the base of your neck, going down through the arm until he reached the roundness of your hip, were it laid to rest.

“Baek…” you muttered in a warning tone the moment he first let go of your lips.

“It’s okay, princess. We’re all alone here. I just want to make you feel good, can I please do it? I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I promise.”

Your answer came out vaguely in an affirmative sound. His body then went back to his original spooning position. His right hand, the one that had been tracing patterns against your hip, began moving upwards along your back, under the fabric of your t-shirt. His touch was ever so slight, his fingertips barely caressed your skin, but he knew that was more than enough to get you going. You shivered under the pleasant sensation and he smiled.

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” His index finger travelled down following your spine. “Your reactions to such simple moves are incredible; just watching you drives me crazy. I wish we were at home right now. You’d be out of all your clothes in no time.”

He leaned in once more and nibbled at your ear lobe before pressing his lips against the soft skin of your neck, his mouth open and his tongue occasionally grazing your flesh, making the all familiar goose bumps all over your body. At the same time, his hand had moved towards the frontal portion of your body, still under the fabric, to slightly tickle at your sided and play around your belly button before sliding up under your bra to grope your breasts. He pinched one of your nipples and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, making it harder to the point between pain and pleasure. You moaned quietly, basking in the sensation.

“I love hearing you when we’re doing this kind of things,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s so fucking sexy.”

You chuckled at what seemed an exaggeration to you, but had little time to do so, as he laid his hand flat against your stomach and glided it downwards, passing through the barrier of your elastic pants, but still not getting to touch your flesh directly. Instead, he crawled even further down to set his fingers against your clothed core. Having completely forgotten about the huge, empty and dark shop and with the help with his expertise in your body, you had soon started to get aroused and that was very noticeable, even with your panties still on.

“Oh, you’re so wet already. This is going to be extremely easy for both of us then.”

He smiled as his hand was then groping at your butt, dragging his fingers against the soft mounds before sliding his hand under your panties and moving towards the front again.

“Do you like this, baby?”

One of Baekhyun’s weaknesses was dirty talking. He usually was more than happy to talk alone, describing his every move and his sensations against your body, but although hearing his turned-husky voice was a huge turn on for you, you felt extremely awkward returning the favour, so the few times he would want you to participate, he had to make you answer his direct questions.

“I really do like it.”

One of his long fingers teased the soft flesh and made you yearn for more direct touch.

“Do you want me to go on?”

“Yes, please. Go on.” His other free arm was serving you as a pillow and you grabbed onto it forcefully, almost digging your nails against his skin. “I want you to touch me.”

He grunted and finally pressed his fingers against your wet folds, gathering moisture at your entrance to use it as lubrication when he moved up to rub your clit, making soft and ample circles to then focusing more intently in the sensitive spot.

His other hand, the one you had grabbed onto before, has made his way from your shoulder under the neck of your t-shirt and was stroking one of your breasts. His right leg crawled between yours to make you open them up and grant him better access to your body. You could feel his body pressed behind you, his hardness almost poking at the base of your back, but he didn’t seem to want you to acknowledge it.

Although the work he was doing was good enough to make you moan every time you exhaled, he left his place against your clit and went south to introduce two of his slender fingers into you, to begin pumping in and out and occasionally curling them up to hit your soft spot.

Your panting sighs served him as a signal and he knew he was working towards the right direction. He let go of the breast he had been holding to remove the hair from the back of your neck and then, his mouth started to work once again on your skin, kissing it, nibbling at it, tracing patterns with his saliva and leaving love bites all over it.

The sensation of both movements combined was exhilarating, but it became completely unbearable when, still with his fingers buried inside you, he reached upwards with his thumb to stroke your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh, my god,” you cried out at the feeling, which was growing greater by the second and was good enough to almost make you roll your eyes.

“Is it good, baby?” he asked in a brief moment when he detached his lips from your neck.

“Yes! Yes, please! Please, don’t stop,” you moaned.

His body pressed against yours, his hand touching you in all the right places and his mouth leaving a trail of warm and wet kisses from your ear to your shoulders were just enough to make you come undone between his fingers, crying out a slur of incoherent words without worrying anymore about the strange building and the more than negligible chance that there might have been someone hearing you, somewhere inside it.  

Baekhyun removed his fingers from inside your body, but continued rubbing softly at your clit until you came down and the sensation was too overbearing to keep it up. Then, he brought his fingers up to his mouth to savour your taste and later rubbed them dry in his own t-shirt.

He put his arm back beneath your head and kissed the top of your head as he stroked your hair and whispered softly against your ear.

“Sleep, my love. Everything will be fine tomorrow.”

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XPWEW Friday Night Pyro (8-24-2018)

Friday Night Pyro August 24th, 2018 Irvine, California @ The UCI Colosseum

Match Card: M1: Eddie Edwards def. Robbie Williams (No Limit First Round) M2: Golden Bryce def. Vinny Testaverde (Golden Bryce debut) M3: Slayer def. Awesome (Guest Ref: Marc Snow & Mick Foley) M4: The McGraws def. Mondo Milk ENT M5: Tanahashi def. Kota Ibushi M6: Jaques Dudley def. Chris Johnson & Champagne Clausen M7: Romeo Roselli def. GG (camerman) after time expires M8: The Truth Infantry (Edwards, Croyle & Blackman) w/ Will Olaffub def. TakaNaka, Pac, Rey Mysterio & Ruckus

Detailed Events:

No Limits Championship Tournament Quarter-Final Match M1: Eddie Edwards w/ Will Olaffub, Steve Blackman & Croyle def. Robbie Williams via submission

*Robbie Williams slow to get up gets medical treatment and has his arm in a sling and as he is getting carted to the back. Steve Blackman grabs Robbie and destroys him in quick fashion, soon Croyle and Edwards even get some cheap shots in and Edwards re-applies his finishing submission hold Crossface as paramedics pull him off

*Troy Clausen with Joel Gertner comes out during the mugging of Robbie and he screams at The Truth Infantry “What are you doing?, Olaffub orders Edwards to stop as The Truth Infantry slowly walk past Clausen with their arms up as if to say they aren’t guilty of attacking a defenseless hurt wrestler. Robbie doesn’t look good.

Troy: (up to Ollafub and Infantry on top of ramp) If you guys all wanna get physical tonight, Well then you got it! 6 man tag match, Truth Infantry versus Ruckus, Pac & Rey Mysterio later tonight.

Olaffub: (answering confidently as the infantry smiles deviantly) Not a problem, as a matter of fact Troy why a 6 man tag, How about 2 on say…..5

Troy: Alright, if you jagaloons got a death wish then fine. 5 is what you want, 5 is what you are gonna get, Ruckus, Pac & Mysterio. Now you got all of them plus, 2. The 2 being men who happen to be the greatest tag team in this industry, Taka Naka on top of that! Good luck

Blackman grabs mic from Olaffub: Troy, you are gonna look stupid at the end of the night. I guarantee it.

M2: Golden Bryce def. Vinny Testaverde

Bryce wins in dominant fashion

Human Resources Help!!!!! *Mick Foley comes out to the ring then brings out Jake Awesome and says he has to be motivated and that one loss and one occurence of him tapping out doesn't mean the world is over

*Jake Awesome responds almost confused as to why Mick has brought him here and gurantees yes indeed, he tapped out at heatwave but if given the chance to take on Slayer again. He wouldn't do it again. Jake thanks Mick for his help and Mick Foley responds claiming "I AM THE #1 JAKE AWESOME FAN!"

*Slayer with Marc Snow comes out at the end. Fine Speech Mick, Jake Awesome to these people will always be the hero. Jake Awesome will always be the champion. Regardless, of who is holding it. and here we are show #2 of the “spark is back” but where exactly is the title. He was the last champion, I made him tap even with a biased officiator. I deserve gold. Mick: Slayer, Mr. Clausen has informed me not to spill this news but I thank the fans RIGHT HERE in Irvine, California (cheap pop) need to know this information. The new XPWEW world heavyweight champion will be crowned at Anarchy Rulz. Next week, more details will be revealed Marc Snow: interrupts, Mick! more details revealed my son should have the belt! Where is it! Where is the belt! My son should have it. Mick: Marc I don’t think we’ve formally met, I do know about the urban legend. The urban legend that this crowd is chanting. Your independent persona of Nick Foley, in the 90’s where you sold counterfeit 8 x 10’s claiming you were me. I don’t hold any grudges against you I get it. You gotta put ice cream in the freezer. I know the stories. but Marc, one thing I won’t tolerate from you is the sass leaking from your quivering lip. Marc: Mick Mick: No, No for 20 years I tolerated you profiting from MY NAME, MY LEGACY, watching you maintain a living pretending to be me! A cheap version of mick foley, So how dare you call me biased. Maybe I’m taking this a little too far na maybe I’m letting my 20 years of aggression against you leak out in this trivial argument: No, don’t bow up at me it’s trivial. You still won the match. You still beat the mammoth. but how dare Marc Snow call me biased. A man who held a bias against his youngest son, a bias for your entire life (pointing at Slayer). I do’t know how you can just apologize with this snake. Marc I don’t even wanna see your face. You can call me bias, but you can’t call me an abusive father. You can’t call me a bias parent and you damn sure can’t teach me a damn thing about being without morals. I broke my body in half on every continent to provide for my family, not take all the loot and leave them for dead and then come back to my sons life twenty years later asking for a handout. I’ve lost respect for you Slayer, so yeah I had a bias against a guy that can make amends with this liar. Marc: Mick, I’m in a decent mood tonight and I’m trying so desperately not to punch you in your fat bearded face but what the hell *Jake Awesome slaps Marc Snow down to the ground and then attacks Slayer repetitively. (Slayer and Marc Snow powder out of the ring.) *Mick: Marc, I know you’ve spilt blood. but I know you haven’t spilled as much as me but tonight. I’m gonna put the Zebra stripes back on (pulls off Red flannel to unveil Zebra flannel)

Heatwave rematch tonight! Slayer vs Jake Awesome

Mick: And Marc Snow, to assure you and your baby boy aren’t a victim of bad officiating. You can wear the stripes too. Jake Awesome will NOT lose again.

Slayer: I don’t wanna wait let’s do this right now

*Guest Referees: Mick Foley & Marc Snow M3: Slayer def. Jake Awesome

so much interaction between Snow and Foley, Slayer mouths a lot to Foley throughout

Slayer def. Jake via submission yet again. Awesome taps and Foley doesn’t know how to react as he hesitates yet still raises Slayer’s hand in victory

Mick: Jake, even Michael Jordan missed a few shots, even Tom Brady lost a super bowl, Jake Awesome, I still think you are the best professional wrestler this industry has ever seen. Jake barely acknowledges Mick and just walks to the curtain looking at the ground.

M4: The McGraws def. Mondo Milk ENT *The McGraws run down the crowd praising Alex Jones to be their manager. The McGraws now dub themselves. 1776. Massive heat basically white heat from their post match promo about Obama being born in Kenya

M5: Tanahashi def. Kota Ibushi with a knee to Kota mid-air going for his shooting star press. Tanahshi sneaks the win.

*Interview: Kandi Khaos speaks with Jaques Dudley tonight on his match with Chris Johnson and Champagne Clausen and where does he stand with Troy Clausen. *Jaques says Clausen claims he’s changed, I’ll guess we’ll see

M6: Jaques def. Chris Johnson & Champagne Clausen in a three way dance Jaques pins Johnson

Troy Clausen and Joel Gertner come out clapping his hands. Jaques that was an impressive victory. What everyone here didn’t realize is what you guys just watched was a number #1 contenders match for the heavyweight title. Congrats Jaques *Clausen winks* Jaques nods unaware if he should believe Troy or not

*Backstage: Clausen walking back behind the curtain to a sweaty Slayer and Marc Snow in his hippie tye die referee shirt. What the fuck was that Clausen? Troy: What? Slayer: So Jaques beat your rookie son and that human scum Chris Johnson and he’s in the damn title chase Troy: Yeah, do you watch the show, thats what I just said. and I’m the boss and well your not. *Marc Snow grabs Gertner’s neck brace tightly choking him *Slayer gets up in Troy Clausen’s face Slayer: I don’t care if your the damn second coming. I want my title. I wanna know why I made the previous world champion. Tap out, TWICE. and I’M not the #1 contender Clausen: Fine, Slayer you are now the #2 contender. Happy? Now if you don’t mind. I’d suggest Colgate, Crest maybe. Clausen walks away Joel Gertner holding his throat coughing

*The Truth Infantry backstage are talking to referee Danny Coleman. Ollafub is up front showing him some papers backstage. Blackman and Croyle shew away our cameraman recording their locker room

In ring: Romeo Roselli: this is the heavens crown championship. Last Sunday at Heatwave I announced that I will be holding the 7 minutes in Heaven Challenge so who wants to be the lucky first challenger

*A camera man gives his camera to another staff member and takes off all his wires and hops in the ring, telling Romeo to bring it *Crowd is really into it* Romeo looking around confused. Are you a camera man? You want to be the first challenger? What is your name: My name is GG and I’ve been a camera man for XPW since this company started

M7: Romeo Roselli def. GG after the seven minute time limit expires but GG was actually in control of the match at the end of the time limit. Crowd chants GG! GG! GG!

Romeo attacks him with a fluorescent light tube in the crowd and scars his head in the audience stands Romeo: you will not embarrass me (Romeo throws GG into a trash can and pushes it down the stadium stairs Romeo: you will not make a mockery of me

(Romeo grabs his title and walks to the back)

Video Package: Joe Gacy & Kirby Lee Covington (small boy on a playground swinging on swing set) We are a disease Plagueground is coming

M8: The Truth Infantry w/ Olaffub def. TakaNaka, Rey Mysterio, Pac, and Ruckus

high spot of the match takes place when Rey Mysterio pins Croyle for a 3 count, Ruckus pins Blackman for a 3 and Taka pins Edwards for a 3 and Danny just gives them a weird look (commentary is confused, the crowd is confused chanting you fucked up, bullshit)

eventually Troy Clausen and Joel Gertner run on down, Troy calls for Danny. Olaffub eavesdrops over smiling. Danny audibly says “I’m just doing my job, doing what I’m told”. The match still awkwrdly going on at this point. Blackman rolls up Tanaka and Danny counts the 1-2-3 Clausen is like what now that 3 count applies *bell rings and your winner: The Truth Infantry (crowd is confused) Truth Infantry powders up the ramp with Olaffub jumping up and down for joy, so much in fact his pony tail comes undone. Troy: Referee Danny Coleman should not be judged for his officiating. Unlike Mick Foley he’s not a biased ref. You see this is the reaction we all wanted. I thought maybe Heatwave would be when the world would find out The Truth!!! Clausen and the opponents in the ring stare intently Olaffub: When XPWEW reformed. I went through these re-sign contracts of all my clients in deep deep detail. I noticed so many loose loop holes here and I made a few minor changes. I thought you were a legal Troy Clausen, I guess not haha I read the trades :) I adjusted the contracts of Blackman, Croyle and Eddie Edwards. That’s right I skewed just one little thing. These contracts were so loose honestly it may have took….5 minutes hahahaha (Infantry laughs in unison) My clients don’t apply to the referees count of 3. In the contracts of my clients. It says clearly and Troy you signed off on all of these. Hell, I don’t even think you read them. I probably could have gotten away with putting a little more zeros on the salaries. Honestly. Troy you are a joke. A negotiating failure. A jagaloon of jargon. Troy my clients must be pinned to the count of 5. to be beaten in that ring. and now these contracts are water tight. And if you were so clevar to just I don’t know fire us on the spot. Good luck, I’ll see you in court if you try because these contracts not only oblige my clients to be beaten with the count of 5. These are guaranteed iron clad contracts. Sealed. You and everyone have made fun of my client Steve Blackman, calling him a thing of the past, a shell of himself. Steve Blackman is more intense with age. More focused and the same applies for Edwards and Croyle as well. My men are focused and now they have the ultimate edge and you or anyone in the back can’t do a damn thing about it. We are here to capture all the gold, and were out for destruction. What Edwards did to Robbie Williams was only the prologue to the story that is THE TRUTH!!! Thnank you Thank you!

#xpwew #friday night pyro #jake awesome

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Bitcoin Mining 2017

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Notwithstanding being snappy and light, this wallet enables you to recuperate lost information utilizing a password.

Scan for Bitcoin Electum Wallet to discover their site.

After you get the wallet set up, take a couple of minutes clicking around. Things to search for:

o There will be a page that demonstrates to you what number of bitcoins are right now in your wallet. Remember that bitcoins can be separated into littler pieces, so you may see a decimal with a great deal of zeros after it. (Intriguing note, 0.00000001 is one Satoshi, named after the pseudonymous maker of bitcoin).

o There will be a region demonstrating what your current exchanges are.

o There will be a range where you can make an address and a QR code (like the one I have above). You needn't bother with the QR code on the off chance that you don't need it, yet in the event that you maintain a business and you need to acknowledge bitcoin, at that point all you'll have to do to acknowledge installment is to show somebody the QR code, let them take a photo of it, and they will have the capacity to send you some cash. You will likewise have the capacity to make the same number of locations as you like, so on the off chance that you need to track where the cash is originating from, you could have an independently named address from every one of your payees.

o There will be a territory with a case for you to glue a code when you need to send cash to somebody or to yourself on a trade or diverse wallet.

There will be different choices and components, however to begin with, these are the things that you ought to think about.

Getting Your First Bitcoins

Since you have a wallet, you will, obviously, need to test them out.

The primary spot to go is http://faucet.bitcoin.st/.

This is a site that gives out little measures of bitcoin with the end goal of getting individuals used to utilizing them. The first form of this was controlled by the lead designer of bitcoin, Gavin Andreson. That site has since shut and this site works by conveying maybe a couple promotions a month. You consent to get those messages by asking for the bitcoins. Duplicate and glue your new bitcoin address and enter a telephone number to which you can get a SMS. They convey a SMS to make sure that individuals are not persistently returning for additional since it costs nothing to make a bitcoin address. They will likewise convey here and there a month notice to bolster their operation. The sum they send it insignificant: 0.0015 BTC (or 1.5 mBTC). In any case, they handle very quickly and you can verify that your address and wallet are working. It is likewise a significant feeling to get that bit of a bitcoin. (Non-disclaimer: I have no association with this site and get nothing in the event that you utilize them. I essentially think they are a decent approach to get your feet wet).

Congrats! You have quite recently entered the bitcoin economy.

To get your feet somewhat wetter, you can go searching for gold. There are various administrations and sites out there that will pay you in bitcoin to do things like go to specific sites, round out online overviews, or watch supported recordings. These are innocuous, and you can procure a couple of additional bitcoins along these lines, however recall that these are organizations that get paid when individuals tap on the connections on their locales. They are basically kicking back a bit of what they get paid to you. There is nothing unlawful, or even improper about this (you may like what you see and make a buy!), however they are often garish and may not be totally direct. Every one of the ones that I have attempted (especially bitvisitor.com) have paid out as publicized. It is fascinating to explore different avenues regarding these, however even with the possible ascent in the estimation of bitcoin, you won't turn into a mogul doing this. In this way, unless you are a notice addict, I would suggest you proceed onward. On the off chance that you might want to attempt, just Google "free bitcoins" or something like that and you will discover various destinations.

Purchasing Bitcoin Hand-to-Hand

At long last, this will be the genuine trial of bitcoin. Will individuals effectively exchange them forward and backward? On the off chance that this can't occur, at that point there can't generally be a bitcoin economy since retailers won't have the capacity to utilize it. In the event that retailers can't utilize it, what natural great is it? Luckily, this is not by any stretch of the imagination an issue. iPhone is somewhat of a wait, however numerous cell phones have applications (portable wallets) that will read QR codes and enable you to send bitcoin to whomever you need. You can likewise show a QR code of your address, or even convey a card in your wallet with your QR code to give individuals a chance to send bitcoin to you. Contingent upon what sort of wallet you have, you can then verify whether the bitcoins have been gotten.

Two or three things to note:

When you set up your wallet, in the event that you click around a bit, you will see an alternative to pay an expense to speed exchanges. This cash ends up plainly accessible to a bitcoin excavator as he/she/they handle bitcoin data. The mineworkers taking every necessary step of making pieces of data stays up with the latest and secure. The expense is a motivating force to the digger to make sure to incorporate your data in the following data piece and hence "confirm" it. Temporarily, mineworkers are profiting by mining new coins (check the area on What Are Bitcoins for more data about this). In the long haul, as it gets harder to discover new coins, and as the economy expands, the charges will be a motivation for mineworkers to continue making more pieces and keep the economy going. Your wallet ought to be set to pay 0 charges as a default, however in the event that you need, you can add an expense to organize your exchanges. You are under no commitment to pay an expense, and numerous associations that procedure numerous sma

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The story that the public knows

Taking some time off to write this down, as one chapter of my life comes to a close.

As many of you already know, I was recently cast as a resident judge for a Malaysian all-male reality baking competition. I was recommended by a good friend, and laughed when he first approached me because everyone who knows me, knows what rotten Malay comes out of my mouth. I was afraid, apprehensive, anxious, nervous but excited at the possibility of venturing into the unknown and stepping out of my comfort zone.

Everything went very smoothly, much to my surprise. The phone call that would forever change my life came in, and there was no looking back since. I turned cold and trembled when I first got the call, not expecting I would get the role; but I did. And I had to think of so many factors:

1) How do I get time off from work? 2) What would my parents and then-fiance think? 3) Could I cope financially, taking a month off from work and saving up for an upcoming wedding?

I was in the audition room, 2 days later, auditioning over 90 contestants with their baked goods, proving their worth to be the first Hero Oven. I stayed quiet and low-key, observing how things were done, commenting only on their products. The crew and producers were really nice to me, and were very upfront about their expectations. I took note, and went back home for a month to prepare for the upcoming role.

I ate properly, attended my muay thai and body conditioning exercises as often as I could, started revisiting concepts I had not touch in awhile. My bosses and colleagues were kind enough to give me time off to try my luck at this new opportunity. Soon enough, we came up with the show’s content and challenges. No direction was given, just the format of the rounds. We brainstormed and tweaked the ingredients, the challenges and are very proud of the fruits of our labour. Still a lot of room for improvement, but it was a start for us as young chefs to make our mark.

Things were not at all rosy, but Alhamdulillah, He made everything fall into place. I made the trip over, and had the month to work on something new in a foreign place.

My relationship was on the brink of falling apart. Work kept me busy for 12 hours a day, with very few days of rest in between. It helped keep my mind off my troubles, and I found solace in my work. No matter what went on, my focus was on making a good first impression in my new role.

Only a handful knew what I was going through then, the nights spent in prayers and in tears, the smile I plastered every morning to go to the set. I made the painful decision to let go of a relationship of 5 years, with a wedding due to happen in 3 months time.

You don’t truly know a person, until life happens, the good and the bad, and you see the true colours, his and yours. I did not leave because I wanted to pursue fame, the glamour and everything that comes with it. I wanted that chance for myself to try something new, yet completely in my element. I left because we could not see eye to eye about the future, and he was struggling to accept my new life. The selfish thing for me to do, would have just pretended all was fine and dandy, going ahead with our plans, not considering the future. But there was too much at stake to take such a big risk. I made the decision to leave, even though it killed me to do it. Why? Because it was not just about my happiness, but someone else’s too. How could I force someone to accept the reality of my life, if it is something he never would be comfortable with in the first place?

Vendors were calling me while I was in KL for the shooting, asking for confirmation and updates. Slowly, I mustered the courage and told them the wedding was off. They were nothing short of compassionate and completely supportive, and for that, I am so thankful. Imagine, having drafts of invitation cards with his and your name shown to you, along with sketches of beautiful customised dresses and gorgeous wedding cakes made specially for you. I was completely shattered and it took me a long time to process the reality of everything. What I thought was a definite life plan with ‘The One’ had now all come to naught. I had a great support system throughout everything that was happening, and it helped a lot. To the people who saw me cry, wiped my tears and held me as I broke down, you know who you are. Thank you for being there when I had no one else.

The filming came and went, and that was the easy part. I now had to face immigration issues pertaining to my work visa and overstaying. I was even blacklisted for a year, as a result. Alhamdulillah, I was rendered assistance by people who were in the power to help me out of the situation. Everything slowly fell in place again, and I was on my way back home, finally.

Ramadhan and Raya 2016 was a tumultuous and incredibly painful time, as I struggled with the slow down in my pace and had to face suppressed feelings. I could not stop crying, could not sleep, could not eat. I was losing weight at an alarming rate and my hair was falling out. The two months came and went, and I was just going through the motion of living.

2nd August came, and the first episode of Hero Oven was to air. I was so incredibly nervous and held my table partner’s hand as we streamed the first episode online. Shortly after, I got news that my nephew had just been born. A day of new beginnings of sorts, indeed. And that is why, I call him my very own Hero Oven <3

Over the course of the programme, I have gone to and fro KL numerous times for other jobs, media visits and photoshoots. Many comments given about my performance, which I will take note of and improve on in future roles. I am still learning the ropes, and trying to find and establish myself.

Today, the finalists, along with us chefs were featured in Harian Metro and Kosmo!. The much anticipated finals, with 3 other professional judges flanking us in making the decision to crown Malaysia’s first new Celebrity Chef, will happen tomorrow. A one-hour special starting at 11am.

Also today, I have been given updates of my first recording for a new local programme that will happen tomorrow. Call time: 12pm. Literally, as soon as the chapter of my debut closes, another will open for me.

My entire life has changed within the span of 5-6 months, and as I struggle to keep up and accept the new life, I would like to thank everyone who has kept me in their prayers and given me advice along the way.

If you’ve read till this point, congrats hahaha. As I try to wrap my head over all that has happened, perhaps this reflection will help friends and family whom I have yet to meet, some clarity over what happened and why they never received the invite to my wedding. Perhaps one day, when the time and person is right, it will happen, InsyaAllah.

These days, there are two things I remind myself: 1) Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear. 2) Verily, with hardship comes ease.

Now, 15kg lighter in body weight, better command of malay, new self-esteem and with renewed faith, I will accept the plans He has for me and His timing for everything. I am alone, but not lonely. InsyaAllah, Allah ada untuk melindungi, dan juga permudahkan urusan