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abcdegcf · 1 year

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Small Crime

You find out that your boyfriend of seven years has been cheating on you. Instead of leaving your shared apartment, you end up wrapped around his arms. Or wherein a tumultuous relationship is separated into four theatre acts.

Word count? 3.6K

Genre? Angst, smut, established toxic relationship (Fem. Reader x Jungkook)

Contents and/or warnings? Infidelity, explicit language, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving), degradation, Jungkook's an indecisive jerk and a walking red flag

Author's note? The plot of this fic is highly inspired by the song 9 Crimes by Damien Rice, I listened to it a lot while writing this short fic for the most part. A specific part of this story though is based on a scene from a film called Closer (2004) starring Julia Roberts — which is one of my favourite films and is originally a dramatic play. Please take note that I do not condone nor support any forms of cheating. As always, please let me know what you think of this one by sending an ask — I'd appreciate it a lot. (P.S. This was posted in my previous account for a different idol, so this may seem familiar)

It would have been a normal Saturday night for Jeon Jungkook. He could imagine himself munching on burgers while watching a lame series on Netflix with you. You'd probably be curled up in a blanket against him with his arm wrapped around you as he traced random figures on your back with his fingertips. He could picture the both of you stealing glances of each other then laughing because that's what you used to do back in college — when everything still felt perfect. He could've been spending the night with you if he didn't fuck up.

But he did.

ACT I : THE WRONG KIND OF PLACE

"It's okay, she won't ever find out."

What a stupid statement. At the end of the day, he knows you'll find out about this cursed affair.

Instead of messing around the kitchen to tease you while you're cooking for dinner, he's pacing around his mistress' apartment. He's never felt this anxious before. When the affair first started, there was no trace of guilt that he’s feeling right now. He thought he loved the woman and appreciated her company at times when you’re not around. But he can’t help but look back at the many instances where he thought of you when he was fucking her. Maybe, he thinks to himself. Maybe it has always been you.

He hasn’t seen you nor heard from you for days — only because he decided to stay away in order to fix himself. Well, that's what he told you but it's far from the truth. Because if that was the case, he would've never answered any of her calls offering him some sort of comfort. He wouldn't even be here waiting for her in this damn apartment in the first place.

"You can stay here as long as you want... with me," was what she said. He still remembers the satisfied smile on her lips, probably assuming that he's decided to end things with you. How can he allow someone to falsely believe that he's choosing them?

Jungkook tugs on his hair, kneeling on the floor out of frustration. He wants to scream and shout at himself for starting something he knew he would have trouble ending. For starting something that will hurt the both of you.

And her, of course.

But especially you.

He's an indecisive jerk. An asshole for thinking about you in his mistress' apartment. A piece of shit who belongs in the trash for cheating on you. Words aren't even enough to describe what kind of person he is right now. No amount of insult can cover up the fact that he was fucking someone behind your back and didn't feel any sort of guilt while doing those forbidden acts. He can call himself the worst person but he knows damn well it won't change a thing — he fucked everything up.

Jungkook stands up from the floor before grabbing his phone out of his pocket. He goes straight to his inbox to read every message you've sent. The messages he hasn't read for weeks. The messages he could've and should've answered. He did everything to ignore you and everyone close to you. He hasn't even talked to his close friend Kim Taehyung because he knew his friend would've told him the harsh truths. He's only been relying on his mistress — who probably thinks he's choosing her. But is he really?

"Jungkook, I’m worried about you." One of your messages read.

Jungkook gently slams his forehead repeatedly against the wall. The sight of you anxiously waiting for him in the living room flashes in his mind. It happened so much that he's memorized that image. You've always been patient with him — only giving him an understanding smile whenever he shrugs off the simple questions that would leave your lips such as "why were you late?" and "how was your day?"

"Can you at least send an emoji? I don't know where you are and I'm really worried." Another one read. Why should you feel worried? Shouldn’t you feel mad at him instead?

But of course you’re not. Yet.

"Jungkook, I miss you. Just please come back."

You’re clueless — having no idea that he has been fucking someone behind your back, oblivious to the fact that he's been foolishly thinking he's in love with someone that isn't you and unaware that somebody else is kissing his lips that's supposed to be only yours. That he promised only belongs to you. You're so naïve to think he wasn't coming home to anyone else but you.

Your friends are right — you're too kind and trusting for your own good.

"Just come back home. I already have five bags of ramen ready for you and guess what? Hugs."

The thought of being back in your arms comes into Jungkook's mind. He misses your touch. Your kisses, even. Yours are soft and slow compared to his mistress' quick and harsh ones. He's never longed for you like this. Fuck, it didn't even cross his mind that this day would come. The day where he needs to choose between someone he thinks he truly loves and someone who satisfied him at times when he wasn't.

He was a jerk who thought he could have both.

Scrolling to the last message you sent to him, he can't help but laugh. Not because he finds this whole situation funny but because he doesn't know what to do anymore. He doesn't realize that while those laughs are coming out of his mouth, tears are already streaming down his face. He wants you back. He needs you more than before. But does he even deserve you in the first place? Hell no.

"Do you still love me?" your message read.

He's close in pressing the call button, wanting to hear your voice again. Just one hello from you is all he needs right now. But he's soon reminded by the reality when he hears his mistress call out his name.

ACT II : I'VE GOT NO EXCUSE

It’s not your fault but why do you feel like it is? It’s not you who cheated but why does it feel like you did something wrong? Why does it feel like you committed a crime? You can’t help but wonder — if you did better, would he still cheat? If you had known from the start, would he stop? If you weren’t so clueless, would it had been less painful?

Your name falls from Jungkook's lips but you don’t dare look at him. If you do, you might have to commit an actual crime. Be it an aggravated assault or murder.

Looking at each other used to be comforting but that’s not the case anymore. Looking at you reminds him of how both of you used to be so good together and looking at him reminds you of what he did. It makes you feel sick. You can’t even handle looking at him, let alone feel his presence.

"Can you at least talk to me?"

Jungkook stops himself from reaching out to you. As much as he wants to hold you in his arms and kiss you, he knows damn well not to. You'd hate him more for it.

You gather the courage to give him the coldest look you’ve never given him before. He’s never given you the reason to and you can’t help but wish it stayed that way.

"At least talk to you? Can you even hear yourself?" you cross your arms, taking a few steps closer to Jungkook. But not close enough for him to lay a finger on you. You swear to yourself that you won’t let him. No matter how much you miss his warmth.

"Well Jungkook, can you at least explain to me why?"

You expect him to say something — explain himself, give a reason even though you know damn well there isn’t any and there shouldn’t be, but he stays quiet. He tears his eyes away from you. He’s told himself he’ll be brave enough to face you but he can’t. Not when you’re staring right into his soul.

The intense silence is killing the both of you and you want it to end, so you come up with the worst question you could’ve ever asked.

"Did you fuck her good?"

You already know the answer but you want to hear it straight out of his mouth.

Jungkook's lips parted but no sound came out of it for a moment.

"Tell me," you demand. "Did you fuck her good?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"I don’t—

"How many—

"Fucking hell, Y/N! Too many times, okay?"

Just hearing it is enough to break you down. Tears are already streaming down your face but you don’t dare make a sound. Not in front of someone who’s unworthy. Not in front of him.

You swallow what seems like a lump in your throat.

"Did you fuck her on my birthday?"

You hear your name come out of Jungkook's lips. "What do you— why are you even—

"Goddamn it, Jungkook. Just tell me the truth," you snap. "It’s not like it will make the situation less worse if you tell me."

"Yes!" he admits. "Yes, I fucked her on your birthday. We fucked all night while you’re here waiting for me. We did it on the couch, in the shower, on her bed, everywhere. Are you fucking happy to know?"

Jungkook immediately regrets saying that. You can’t even blame him anymore. You demanded an answer and he gave it. Before you can even realize it, you start sobbing. Keeping your head down, you cover your face with both hands. You don’t want him to see you like this — tired and absolutely broken.

Maybe even beyond that.

You’re fucked up.

Jungkook calls out your name.

He can’t handle seeing you like this. If only he had thought about it before cheating on you.

He takes a few steps closer and pulls you into a hug. You can’t even push him away because fuck, you miss him. You feel pathetic but you have to admit it to yourself that as much as you hate him, you still long for him. You still want to be in his arms. You still want to feel him.

A few moments have passed and you’ve finally calmed yourself down. You wipe your tears off of your cheeks with the back of your hands. Jungkook even has the courtesy to help you out with your snot by wiping them away with his shirt.

You look up at him, still in his arms. "I want you to fuck me."

Before the man towering over you can even process what you said in his head, you have already captured his lips with yours. This isn’t right, you both thought to yourselves but none of you can even stop.

You both want each other. The way your hands tug his hair and the way he hold you tightly against his chest is enough to prove that.

You break the kiss to unbuckle his belt, slipping your fingers into his waistband. "I want you to fuck me like how you fucked her that night. You better not hold yourself back, you bastard."

Just one more taste, you tell yourself. One more taste and you’re done.

ACT III : LEAVE ME OUT WITH THE WASTE

This isn’t what you expected. Far from what you expected. What’s happening now was never part of your plan nor how you thought this night would end — discarded clothes, just two people who stupidly can’t get enough of each other exchanging saliva.

You’ve almost forgotten how addictive Jungkook's kisses are. It used to be a running joke between the two of you that once you start kissing him, you’ll always end up sitting on his lap and begging for more.

"You’re going to regret this," he reminds you in between kisses. "You’ll hate me for this."

"I already hate you enough to even think about this," you say with so much haste before diving in for another kiss.

Your wandering hands find their way on his hair, tugging on it as you deepen the kiss by sliding your tongue in. He tastes like cherry, you think to yourself. Is that what his other woman tastes like? You can’t help but wonder if he ever did something with her before coming in here. That thought alone makes your blood boil.

You continue to kiss Jungkook with so much frustration but ever slowly, to which he responds with muffled moans. His hands move to your hips as he starts giving sloppy kisses to your neck. You bite your lower lip to suppress a moan as he kneels down before you.

He starts planting light feathered kisses on your thighs, purposely avoiding contact where you need him the most. One of your hands grab a fistful of his hair, the other covering your mouth to stop yourself from making a sound.

You look down and almost immediately, you’re reminded that you had just found out he had been cheating on you. "I hate you so much."

"Do you really, Y/N?" Jungkook scoffs, looking at you in amusement. "You say that but here you are ready for my cock."

It’s true though. You are indeed ready for Jungkook. It’s been months since you two ever had sex, no thanks to the girl he’s fucking behind your back. You were deprived of intercourse and intimacy. Of love. You'd like to believe you deserve some action—rightfully so. And besides, giving your boyfriend a parting gift that'll make him regret what he did won't hurt you. Hopefully.

Jungkook stands up, towering over you as he slips one of his hands inside his boxer. You lay down on the bed, never taking your eyes off of him. You slip off of your underwear without a struggle as he starts stroking his quickly hardening cock.

You slip a finger on your already wet pussy, a moan coming out of your lips. "Fuck."

Jungkook is aware that you haven’t touched yourself for quite some time. He hasn’t either. Why would he when the woman’s hands were better? He mentally slaps himself for even thinking about another person. He distracts himself by watching you touch yourself. He can’t help but imagine how tight you are right now, how amazing it would be to feel your wet pussy around his cock.

You were about to insert a second finger when Jungkook pushes your hands away. Before you can even complain, he already has his head in between your legs. You bite your finger when you feel him breathing against your pussy.

"So fucking wet for me already, baby?" he purrs, the tips of his fingers running along your slit. He pulls the digits away, putting them inside his mouth instead to have a taste.

You watch him as he sucks the wetness from his fingers, cleaning them off. He slides one of his fingers without notice, rubbing circles into your clit before sliding in another one. He can’t help but admire the way your pussy swallows his fingers. This is far better than what he imagined.

"Fuck, I missed your pussy."

"Oh really? If you did, you wouldn't have fucked that bitch—

You had to stop midway when Jungkook starts pressing kisses — above your clit, to the side and then to the other. With each press of his lips, your hips twitch and squirm.

Your lips part in a gasp when you feel the tip of his tongue dipping down to your core. "Shit."

He flattens his tongue against your clit, lapping slowly over it. Your hand lay themselves on the back of his head, fingers lacing through his hair as you desperately whine for more. His hands hold both of your legs in place, his fingers digging into your thigh.

Jungkook traces the inside of your pussy with his tongue, thrusting inside. You let out a yelp as he lifts your leg over his shoulder.

"Jungkook," you call out his name.

He looks up at you, pulling his mouth away. One of your hands reach out to his as he starts thrusting faster. Fast enough to have your hips bucking against his fingers to match his pace. "Oh my god."

You want more and it seems like he won’t be stopping anytime soon so you yank his hair hard. "Just please fuck me."

He doesn’t need to be told twice, especially after everything’s that happened, the least he can do is let you be in control. He steps out of his boxers before lowering himself on the bed to hover his body over yours.

"I love you," Jungkook whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. "Fuck, I really do."

A part of you wants to believe that he means it. That even after all what happened, everything would be okay in the morning. That you’d forget about it. They’re all just false hopes, the other part of you reminds.

Jungkook's thumb brushes against the curve of your breast as his lips press a wet trail of kisses on your collarbone then onto your ear. He cups your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple. You hear yourself let out a series of quiet whimpers as soon as he wraps his soft lips around your nipple.

You arch your back. "Oh my— fuck, Jungkook."

"Do you want this?"

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. "Just— just fuck me already."

He doesn’t waste time. He spits on his hand before wrapping them around his cock, carefully stroking it. Adjusting himself above you, you feel the ridge of his length brush against your clit. You hold onto his shoulders, trying to stop yourself from making any more sound.

"I need you," you moan, squirming underneath him. "I need your cock."

Jungkook guides his cock to your entrance, finally plunging himself into you. He watches you as your face twists after every added inch. With his cock finally buried inside you, he lets out a grunt as you pair it with a cry. He feels your nails digging into his shoulders, adding more pleasure.

He pulls himself back before snapping his hips forward again. You bring your legs up, wrapping them around his waist. Shaky breaths fall from your lips as he continues thrusting into you. Each thrust becoming more forceful and faster, your body sliding up and down the mattress.

One of his hands grab yours, slamming them down on the mattress above your head. With your nose touching, you stop yourself from kissing him. Everything’s becoming too intimate and you don’t like it. Not because you don’t want it. You’re just scared that you might find it hard to leave the moment this night ends.

"My baby feels so good," he whines, your name along with a few curses falling from his lips over and over. "You’re doing so well for me."

Jungkook grits his teeth, fucking you harder. You can tell he’s more desperate than before and so are you. With one of his hands holding your leg, you feel his fingers dipping into your skin. He looks down to where his cock is fucking into your pussy, admiring the view.

You feel the swell inside your pussy as your walls tighten around his cock.

"I’m gonna— holy shit, you’re gonna make me come," he whispers into your ear before he tips his head back, eyes shut as his deep grunts turn into frantic high pitched moans. "Y/N, you're gonna make me come."

You push some of his hair out of his face as you feel your orgasm finally hitting you.

"You’re gonna come for me, yeah?"

You can’t utter a word, humming in response instead.

His hips continue to move, his pace less consistent compared before.

As your slippery cunt sucks him right back in for the final thrust, he spills deep inside of you. He trembles, capturing your mouth with his. He cups your cheek with his hand that was previously holding your leg and gives your forehead a gentle kiss.

"Just so you know, I didn’t fuck her like this," Jungkook says, laying his head on your chest. "Never like this."

And he means it.

But you sure as hell don’t believe it.

ACT IV : THE FINAL ACT

Jungkook quietly admires you as his fingers intertwine with yours. In his mind, everything’s fine — he has stopped the affair and he’s now back in your arms. To him, you have already accepted him back to your life the moment you pulled him in for a kiss last night. And he's ready to leave all of that past shit behind.

You force a smile as you watch him gently plant a kiss on each of your fingertips before pulling you closer to him.

"I love you. Always remember that, okay?" he gives you a warm smile, not knowing that you'll be leaving him in the morning.

"I love you too," you tell him, cupping his cheek.

He deserves at least one photo. One photo that will remind him of something or someone he lost and will never get back. For you, that's the perfect revenge. You'll leave the rest of the work for karma to do.

Maybe you can pretend he never cheated. Maybe it’s easier to move on that you thought it would be. Maybe he’s never really stopped loving you at all. Those are just some of the things that kept you up all night but are not enough to stop you from leaving. You’ve had your taste and now’s the time to go.

When Jungkook was asleep, you took the opportunity to take everything that will remind him of you. Your clothes, the photo albums that both of you treasured for years and even the anniversary presents you once thought were special. You almost wanted to bring this framed photo of you and him smiling at the beach but you decided against it.

Jungkook should’ve never felt relieved that night. He regrets falling for his false hopes that what happened last night was enough to make you stay. Because the moment he opens his eyes with his arm searching for your absent body in the morning, you’re gone.

Just gone.

Every trace of you is gone as if you never existed at all. It almost made him question if what happened last night was ever real at all.

#jeon jungkook smut #jungkook smut #bts jungkook smut #bts smut

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radiantlight9 · 29 days

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SWATI

Swati Nakshatra, symbolized by a sword or a blade of grass swaying in the wind, epitomizes a sense of autonomy and fluidity in life's journey. Governed by Vayu, the divine force of wind and vitality, Swati individuals possess an innate inclination towards independence and innovation.

With a focus on material attainment (artha), they navigate life's challenges with a calm and composed demeanor, often excelling in pursuits that require both creativity and practicality.

However, Swati's connection to Rahu, the ruling planet of the nakshatra, adds a layer of complexity. Rahu's influence imbues Swati natives with a sense of restlessness and a tendency towards unconventional thinking. This can manifest as a propensity for indecision and a desire to explore various options before committing to a course of action.

Despite these challenges, Swati individuals harness their determination and discernment, much like the sword symbol of this nakshstra, to cut through obstacles and carve out their paths with precision. They possess a natural charm and sophistication, drawing upon their Venusian influence to navigate social interactions with ease.

The association of Swati with Saraswati, the revered goddess of learning and wisdom, underscores its intellectual acumen and gift for effective communication. Swati natives naturally gravitate towards pursuits that stimulate their minds, displaying a keen curiosity and receptivity to new ideas.

In essence, Swati Nakshatra embodies a harmonious balance between pragmatism and aesthetic sensibility. Its airy nature, combined with the influence of Venus and Rahu, propels individuals towards continuous growth and adaptation, as they strive to find equilibrium between material success and inner fulfillment.

REFERENCES

Sutton, Komilla. Nakshatras: The Stars Beyond the Zodiac. The Wessex Astrologer, 2014.

Tridevi, Prash. The Book of Nakshatras: A Comprehensive Treatise on the 27 Constellations. Sagar Publications, 2005.

Pijan, Barbara. Barbara Pijan Lama (year unknown) . Available at:

https://barbarapijan.com/bpa/Nakshatra_radical/15swati.htm

Holliday, Mike. Mike’s Sleeping Dog website (year unknown). Available at:

https://mikessleepingdog.com/2022/02/05/15-swati-nakshatra/?amp#

Harness, Dennis M.. Nakshastras: The Lunar Mansions of Vedic Astrology. India, Motilal Banarsidass Publishers Pvt. Limited, 2004.

Nakti, Claire. Nakshatra Feature Focus: Swati "Bug Pretty" Eyes (2023)

Available at: https://www.clairenakti.com/post/nakshatra-feature-focus-swati-bug-pretty-eyes

#jyotish #nakshatras #vedic astrology #ai art #nakshatra #midjourney #sidereal astrology #swati #libra

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gwen-austen · 1 year

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𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼.

༺ basics full name ⋆ Gwendolyn Hope Austen birthday ⋆ February 29, 2004 hometown ⋆ Aurora, CO occupation ⋆ Artist currently residing ⋆ NYC

༺ background character history coming soon

༺ personality positives ⋆ creative, joyful, passionate negatives ⋆ indecisive, theatrical, vain

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my-chaos-radio · 1 month

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Release: February 2, 2004

Lyrics:

Songwriter:

I miss you

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare

The shadow in the background of the morgue

The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley

We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Where you can always find me

And we′ll have halloween on Christmas

And in the night we'll wish this never ends

We′ll wish this never ends

I miss you, miss you

Where are you and I'm so sorry

I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always

This sick, strange darkness

Comes creeping on so haunting everytime

And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders

Catching things and eating their insides

Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason

Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?

Stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me you′re already the voice inside my head

(I miss you, miss you)

Don′t waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head

(I miss you, miss you)

Don′t waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head

(I miss you, miss you)

Don′t waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head

(I miss you, miss you)

Don′t waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head

(I miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you′re already the voice inside my head

(I miss you, miss you)

Travis Barker / Mark Hoppus / Tom De Longe

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 4 months

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BÄSTA JULKALENDERN TOURNAMENT: OMGÅNG 2

Nu är den här, nu är den här (underbart att du är där klappa pappa samma mamma)

Lite tankar om omgång 1:

Jag är lite besviken att 2007 inte vann. Tycker personligen att En riktig jul är bättre än LasseMaja (tycker faktiskt hela LasseMajas franchise är överskattad). Men men.

Nu i nästa omgång kommer både 2022 och 2023 vara med. Nu när 2023 har över halva julkalendern sänd kan det vara enklare att avgöra om den är bättre eller sämre mot den den möter.

Flera som blev oavgjorda, vilket gör att båda kommer vara med i nästa omgång.

Det var en som inte var oavgjord, och det var mellan Pelle Svanslös och Greveholm. Däremot, fick jag flertal protester angående detta, då det kändes orättvist, och därför går båda vidare... men bara denna omgång! 90-talet har helt enkelt för många bangers, så båda får gå vidare för denna gång. Här är grejen dock: Skulle båda gå vidare skulle de möta Greveholm 2. Och det kändes lite slag på näsan för Pelle Svanslös att möta två Greveholms på samma gång. Så vad gjorde jag då? Jag kunde gjort att Greveholm och Pelle Svanslös inte var i samma poll längre. Dock, vilka skulle de då möta? Då hade jag behövt placera om flera andra också. Och... jag är lite mer kaotisk än så. Jag bestämde mig... att de fortfarande är i samma poll, men att de byter position med en annan julkalender... så nu möter dem...

TROLLTIDER.

Innan ni sätter upp era högafflar: Min plan med detta är att jag vet att två av tre är giganter, och om de möter varandra nu kan det jämnas ut. ELLER, så blir folk så indecisive att de bestämmer sig att rösta på den som, självklart är populär, men kanske inte gigant på samma sätt. Vad jag säger är, detta kan leda till ett krig mellan Greveholm och Trolltider, och sen segrar Pelle Svanslös som the underdog. Eller inte. Kanske Pelle Svanslös leder hela tiden och det blir kalabalik! Eller så vinner Trolltider eller Greveholm istället, men bara en av dem! Vi får helt enkelt se! JAG ÄLSKAR KAOS.

Kanske kontroversiellt att en "större" julkalender kommer åka ut i omgång 2, men är det inte också lite roligt när det blir mer oförutsägbart vem som kan vinna?

Detta är den enda gången jag kommer göra sånna här ändringar i omgångarna. Från och med nu lovar jag att alla kommer hållas på samma plats i turneringen som innan.

Om ni vill hjälpa till att rösta på julkalendrar, speciellt de som typ ingen sett från 60-talet, här är Julkalendern 60 år där ni kan se små klipp och döma från dem.

Så... här är länken till pollsen:

Titteliture (1960) vs Julbåtens resa (1961) vs Mumindalen (1973)

Julpussar och stjärnsmällar (1986) vs Julens hjältar (1999)

LasseMajas detektivbyrå (2006) vs Tusen år till julafton (2015)

Storm på lugna gatan (2018) vs Kronprinsen som försvann (2022)

Farbror Pekkas handelsbod (1965) vs Fem myror är fler än fyra elefanter (1977)

Sunes jul (1991) vs Dieselråttor och sjömansmöss (2002)

Tjuvarnas jul (2011) vs Jul i Kapernaum (1995)

Albert och Herberts julkalender (1982) vs Herkules Jonssons Storverk (1969)

Tomtefamiljen i storskogen (1962) vs Långtradarchauförrens berättelser (1975)

Ture Sventon privatdetektiv (1989) vs Kaspar i Nudådalen (2001)

Superhjältejul (2009) vs Selmas saga (2016)

Mirakel (2020) vs Trolltider: Legenden om Bergatrollet (2023)

Mysteriet på Greveholm (1996) vs Pelle Svanslös (1997) vs Trolltider (1979/85)

Tomtemaskinen (1993) vs Allrams höjdarpaket (2004)

Mysteriet på Greveholm: Grevens återkomst (2012) vs Gumman som blev liten som en tesked (1967/76)

Julstrul med Staffan och Bengt (1984) vs Regnbågslandet (1970) vs Broster Broster (1971)

Kom ihåg nu att om er favorit inte vinner: De klarade sig iallafall till omgång 2. Det gör inte alla!

#julkalender tournament #julkalendern #all makt åt tengil vår befriare #sa du sten

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gogh-chase-the-stars · 14 days

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tagged by @hanhowls to post 5 songs that are either in heavy rotation or rarely skipped 💃🏼

(i’m indecisive though so i did 6)

tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it! 🫶🏻

#thanks!#this was fun 😊#mine #spotify #ask games

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areseebee · 1 year

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i haven't shared any writing in a while and, since it's a wednesday and i actually remembered, here's a very long wip wednesday excerpt of the next chapter of someday.

context: for readers of someday, you will know by now that there have been a few vague allusions to a week-long trip erin took to california to visit james in june 2004 (also referenced in the someday timeline). this next chapter is about that trip. it's juicy. an excerpt from the start of the chapter is below the cut.

Los Angeles, 2004

Day 1

As always, LAX was a fucking nightmare.

Unsurprisingly, even getting there had meant James was sitting for an hour in bumper to bumper traffic on the 405. This hadn’t bothered him; he’d planned for this, leaving a whole hour early despite living only a matter of miles away from the airport.

LA traffic didn’t generally faze him. Sometimes he even preferred it – cars moving at a snail’s pace to his destination. It sure beat having to white-knuckle down the freeway, hugging the far right side of the right-hand lane and telling himself he would live to see his destination. He’d never been the most confident driver on a good day and having to share the road with a whole population who drove as if they had a death wish was usually downright terrifying.

So, sitting in traffic, he’d been happy to let himself loosen up a little as he tapped his finger on the steering wheel to the beat of Britney Spears, playing loud enough on his car radio that it drowned out the angry honks of traffic, blasted the AC until it was blowing his curls back up off his face even though it was only June, and thought not at all about whether he was going to make to the airport in time.

Instead, he’d only thought about how fine he felt, all things considered. It wasn’t like he was anxious or anything. Really.

It was just Erin. His friend. Erin. Who he hadn’t seen in about a year, not since before he’d left for Australia.

He felt fine.

But then there’d been no parking. No parking. What? Was everyone in LA somehow picking up a friend who they maybe, sort of, regretted inviting?

Ok, maybe he didn’t regret it, but he definitely wasn’t sure that he was looking forward to a whole week of Erin staying on his couch.

He hadn’t even meant to invite her, not really. He’d had the phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, and she’d been complaining about the shit weather and about having nothing to do in between temp jobs, and he’d just accidentally broken the yolk in what would have been an over medium egg when he off-handedly said, “Too bad you can’t come visit me.”

And he’d known, right as she paused before asking if he was serious, that she was going to end up in his LA flat for a week.

And now here he was – circling the P2A car park with no open spots in sight.

It took another 10 minutes of driving up the spiralled car park and back down again before he finally caught a car pulling out. Triumphant but harried, he quickly parked, jogged his way down the stairs, across the crosswalk, and into the terminal, checking his watch. Right on time.

Except – well, except that he couldn’t find the right incoming flight up on the arrivals board. And when he asked a passing security guard, James got an answer that he would have dreaded at any airport, but especially this one: “Dude. You’re in the wrong terminal.”

Fuck.

James jogged right back out, starting to feel a little breathless from the exertion and the unnerving feeling of becoming increasingly late with every second of indecision. He had planned for this. He wasn’t supposed to be late. He was supposed to be right at the arrivals door, waiting to usher her to baggage claim where he’d offer to carry her bags as they walked to the car.

And then after that he’d thought, maybe, if she wasn’t too tired, they could go immediately to the beach.

That would really make a splash during the first few hours of her visit, pun very much intended.

Should he get his car? He’d have to drive around the whole fucking airport again.

Walk? But Erin would have all of her luggage.

Be spirited away from this horrible place to another dimension that didn’t involve driving or smog or endless concrete or friends he was a little too eager to see? Yes, that one, definitely that one.

In the end, he drove all the way around the airport, took too long to find parking again, and figured he’d be better off hanging out at baggage claim than trying to catch her exiting from her gate.

It had been a good plan, a great one, and the relief he’d felt spotting the back of her blonde head had inadvertently pulled a wide smile across his face in anticipation of seeing her surprise as he tapped her shoulder.

But he’d judged wrong. It wasn’t the back of Erin’s head, and the woman who was very-much-not-Erin physically recoiled when she turned around and saw him.

“Er. Sorry. I thought you were someone –” he stammered, taking an instinctive step back.

He heard a laugh behind him and a voice – the voice – brightly ask, “James?” He spun around to see Erin who had, of course, witnessed the whole thing.

“Fucking finally.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” her muffled voice came from his shoulder on the tail end of the hug he pulled her into. When she stepped back, her cheeks in high colour and her eyes shining, she gave him a skittish, shy look and said, “It’s good to see you. Are you – ok? You’re sweating –”

“It’s good to see you,” he answered, wiping his hand quickly across his brow. What a fucking embarrassment. “Sorry I was late. Traffic. Parking. Wrong terminal. You know. Good flight?”

She shrugged happily. “It was fine.”

“Did you get your bags?” She gestured to the roller suitcase next to her. “Oh good. Ready to go? Can I take it for you?”

“Aye, fine,” she answered with a smile.

“Great. Let’s go this way.”

She followed him out the sliding glass doors and back into the sunshine as he prattled on about possible plans for the week, too flustered to keep his mouth shut. “– But first, if you’re not too tired, I thought we could go straight to the beach. You know, really make a splash at the start of your trip. No pun intended.”

“Sure, that sounds fine.”

What was with that word – “fine”? He glanced at her nervously, wondering at what her less-than-enthusiastic word choice could possibly mean. But she was like the sun – happy and shining – looking back at him. He felt warm.

“All right. Let’s do that, then,” he said, pressing the button for the car park lift. He wiped a sheen of sweat off his forehead again. God, why was it so hot out? “Good flight?”

“You already asked me that,” Erin answered, a fidget of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Oh. Right. Well…I forgot what you said.

“It was fine,” she said, trying to sound exasperated but it came out delighted instead. “Long. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Me? I’m great, I’m –” He hit the lift button impatiently a couple more times. “Is this lift coming or not?”

In the end, the lift never came, of course, and they huffed up the car park stairs carrying Erin’s luggage. It then took them another half hour just to get back on Sepulveda, of course, and he couldn’t stop apologising and she wouldn’t stop saying “fine.”

“Sorry. I’d say it’s not normally this bad, but I think it’s actually not as bad as usual.”

“It’s fine,” she said for the eleventh time.

His only comfort in the word was that she was saying it like she was feeling more than fine. She sounded elated to be sitting here in the car Derek, the stoner from crafty, had sold James for $1,000, moving a metre a minute as they tried to exit the tenth circle of hell.

“Not much to look at though, is it?” she said, peering out the window. He sent her a sidelong glance, trying not to feel disappointed; he didn’t know why he felt so overwhelmingly like he wanted her to like it here. He didn’t.

“Sorry. I’d say it’s just the airport, but I don’t want to get your hopes up,” he said, flicking his directional on as they finally pulled on to the on-ramp for the 1. “Welcome to LA.”

#i may have promised that the next chapter would be in derry #i should really stop promising anything #i've rearranged some things and instead the story will be going back in time to california first #gonna have some of that sweet sweet post-smoke break james POV #someday #my fic #wip wednesday #derry girls

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cacklingblobbittyrabbitty · 11 months

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i just watched Saved! (2004), would recommend. here is a not-in-depth review. i liked these things about it:

cassandra and roland the line "I crashed my van into jesus" deconstruction of fundamentalism the scene where mary is in the ambulance and the three lads are at the door and dean says "I'm the father" Patrick says "I'm the boyfriend" mitch, confused, says "I'm his boyfriend" and the paramedic Does Not Have Time For These Boys when her mum shoves them out of the way and climbs in instead patrick's hair, even though I feel I shouldn't entire ending scene was particularly adorable the carpenter being jesus (ayyyyy) veronica's sick blue hair at prom the vespa. i have succumbed to the vespa propaganda proliferated by Penelope (2006)

I did not enjoy as much:

pastor skip. bad vibes and bad hair. but his indecisiveness compels me mary's necklace at prom the massive jesus outside the school

#saved!#saved! (2004)#saved 2004

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stuffilikeontheinternet · 1 year

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the daily show - colbert rocks the dnc

#the daily show #stephen colbert #indecision 2004 #on location

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stellaex-art · 1 year

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✨New Fursona Ref!✨

Here's the brand-new ref sheet for my fursona Stella! And now she's a dragon! I felt like the wolf fursona was incredibly overused, and I barely saw any sona's that were dragons, so I decided to remedy that! I hope you guys like her new look, and I'm gonna try to get back into the swing of things with my art! Info under the cut!

🎀BASIC INFO🎀 Name: Stella Gender: Demigirl Pronouns: She/They Age: 18 Date of Birth: November 29, 2004 Species: Dragon Height: 5'10" Nationality: American Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single

💗PERSONALITY💗 - Quiet, Anxious, Tired, Ambiverted, Creative, Emotional, Caring, Smart, Stressed, Indecisive

✔LIKES✔ - Drawing, Pizza, Chocolate, Pepsi, YouTube, Video Games, The color Purple, Fictional Crushes, Pop Music, Musicals, Monsters, Greek Mythology, Cartoons, Memes, Comfy Clothes, Fall Weather

❌DISLIKES❌ - Stressors, Loud Noises, Math, Autism Speaks, Homophobia, Sexism, Burnout, Toxic Relationships, Annoying children, Drugs, Cigarettes, Summer heat, Tight Clothing, Sour Candy, Toxic Christianity, Sad Endings

🌺EXTRA INFO🌺 - Autistic - Pagan - Sagittarius - Ambivert - Chaotic Good - Only child - Thicc - Very artistic - Space aesthetic - Plays Steam and Nintendo games - Loves plushies - Loves horror movies, but is too scared to watch them - Loves sweets and junk food, but tries not to eat them 24/7 - Likes to sing, but is shy about it - Knows some Spanish - Loves her family - Gets stressed easily - Has Arachnophobia, Trypophobia, Hemophobia, and Thalassophobia

#fursona #furry fandom #furry community #fursona redesign #fursona ref #reference sheet #stella the dragon #dragon #dragon fursona

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bittermoonswrites · 8 months

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What are your favorites movies of all Time ?

I’m going to assume this question comes from the fact my fic there and back again references a lot of movies (which was my modern AU take on how Gojo is canonically a big movie watcher—I think in the world of there and back again he'd force his entire family to watch all these random movies with him). I’m one of those horribly indecisive people who struggle to come up with favorite anything, so I’ve narrowed it down to several in no particular order!

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (1989): This was Keanu Reeves’ first big break before the Matrix. It’s silly and makes me laugh, so I love it even though it’s not perfect. I rewatch this one a lot, plus there's lots of meme value.

Vagabond/Sans toit ni loi (1985): I had to watch this Agnes Varda movie for a class in college and it just stuck with me. There was a point where it was mentioned in there and back again but got cut. This movie is told in a mockumentary style where the nameless main character, a woman who was once an office worker but then left to wander the French countryside because she was sick of being tied down, is dead at the beginning and we go backwards to see what happened to her. It made me think about what it means to be connected to people and to be a woman alone in the world, since so much of being a woman in our society is defined by connections to other people.

Chungking Express (1996): my favorite Wong Kar-wai movie! It’s funny and bittersweet. I love things that make me laugh and make me sad at the same time, which explains a lot about me as a writer haha. IMO this is WKW’s most lighthearted movie. This movie + WKW's other movies made me want to learn how to speak Canto because it's such a beautiful language. Maybe someday I'll be able to say more than "Hello" and "Happy Lunar New Year" and "Thanks” in Canto LOL. And of course, this movie was the starting point for there and back again. I knew I wanted to write about Chungking Express from the very start because it was a breakup story, and I let that drive the story in terms of tone.

Howl’s Moving Castle (2004): My favorite Ghibli. It’s just perfect, I feel like I don’t need to explain more.

The Night Is Short, Walk on Girl (2017): I’m a big fan of Masaaki Yuasa, who directed this movie. There’s so much inexplicable weirdness in this. It’s just a delight from start to end.

Thanks for asking these great questions!

#bittermoons has asks!

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foxespsu · 1 year

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01 / BASICS

Full Name: Kai Dominic Reynolds

Nicknames: N/A. Kai used to be his nickname, before he transitioned and kept it as his first name instead.

Birthday: February 3rd, 2004

Gender: Trans man (he/him)

Orientation: Queer

Astrological Sign: Aquarius Sun; Scorpio Moon

Spoken Languages: English

Birthplace: Oakland, CA

Relationship Status: Single

02 / PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Black, curls.

Eye Color: Brown

Face Claim: Lukas Alexander

Height: 5′6

Tattoos: N/A, for now.

Piercings: Septum piercing with a hoop, two holes in each ear, an industrial piercing.

Unique Attributes: Scarring from a rejected eyebrow piercing. He’s only been on T for around six months, and his voice cracks far more than he’d like.

03 / PERSONALITY TRAITS/TYPES

Positive Traits: Creative, intelligent, energetic, independent, sensitive.

Negative Traits: Condescending, detached, temperamental, impulsive, indecisive.

Hobbies/Interests: Exy, skateboarding, punk shows

Major/Minor: Undeclared

Insecurities: With the empty space his sister left behind, it feels like he has to be more for his family—larger than life, as if doubling the energy it takes him to exist will distract anyone from the reality of their grief. It’s an impossible task, something no one’s asked of him, but it still feels like he’s always falling short. Exy feels the same, these days. When he played with Katie, they were future champions. By himself, it feels like he’s only still playing because his parents pulled enough strings to find him a contract on the Foxes. Reminders of who he used to be, when he was half of a whole, when he was talented and hopeful, can make him spiteful.

MBTI Type: ENFP; “The Campaigner”. They are lively, curious, and open-minded. They stand out from the crowd and seek genuine connection. Their tendency towards introspection can leave them lonely, restless, and disorganized.

Enneagram Type: Type 4, “the Individualist”. At their best, they are creative, transformative, and self aware. At their worst, they are morbid, impractical, and prone to blaming others for their unhappiness.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic good

Temperament: Melancholic.

04 / FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family:

Katie Reynolds (sister), deceased at 17

Angela Reynolds (mother), 49

Daniel Reynolds (father), 52

How do they feel about their family?:

Every plan for Kai’s future involved Katie, too. They built their dreams together that way. The two of them were going to play on the same Class I team, the same pro team, and retire somewhere close enough to see each other every weekend. Without her, Kai doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do—whether he should follow the same blueprint without her, create something new, or, hell, give up entirely. He wants to want Exy and thus the Foxes, but it’s hard. Mostly, he wants Katie back.

He does know how impossible this has been for his parents. He’s seen their exhausted faces. Their awkward attempts to check in on him. The way they fight when they think he’s asleep, and the way they avoid each other for days and privately grieve. They still love him though, and they still love Exy. He saw the mirrored hopeful expressions on their faces when they told him about David Wymack. What they need, he thinks, is for Kai to be okay. So maybe it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know if he truly wants to play for the Foxes. He knows he wants to make things easier for his parents if he can—so when they asked him if he wanted to attend Palmetto State in the fall, he smiled, and said of course.

How does their family feel about them?:

When the twins were together, they were easy to raise. Maybe the twins were rebellious at times, but their parents were more amused by it than anything else. And maybe they were more permissive than they should’ve been—but at the end of the day, even if their children came home late, they came home safe. That was what mattered. Until, one day, Katie didn’t. Where the two of them together were simple, just one twin was complicated. Especially when he changed his name shortly after her death, asked them to take him to see specialists, withdrew from his parents entirely when they asked too many questions about how he was doing. Well meaning but unprepared for any of this, it was a relief for Kai’s parents when he seemed to settle into old routines. If he still wanted Exy, they wanted it for him—despite the distance, they look forward to seeing him on the court, following in their footsteps and the dream he used to share with his sister.

Pets: None.

Where do they live?: With his parents, in Oakland.

Description of their home: For all his ripped jeans and patches, Kai’s family home is more than comfortable. After his parents retired from Exy, his mother went on to publish a well-loved autobiography about her time on the court, while his father went into business. Between savings from their first careers and the steady income from their respective paths now, they’re able to afford a three bedroom home within the Montclair neighborhood of Oakland—no small feat, in a neighborhood considered affluent even before the cost of living in the Bay Area steadily rose around them.

Description of their bedroom: For both his dorm and his bedroom at home, Kai seeks to turn the space into something that is truly his own. He hangs up record covers from his favorite bands, posters and art, old photos of himself and his friends, and, of course, mounts his skateboard on the wall. His skateboard, laptop, water bottle, and any other surfaces he can justify he covers in stickers, similar to this.

05 / THIS OR THAT

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert.

Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist.

Leader or Follower? Leader

Confident or Self-Conscious? Self-conscious

Cautious or Careless? Careless

Passionate or Apathetic? Apathetic

Book Smarts or Street Smarts? Street smarts

Compliments or Insults? Compliments

06 / FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Black

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Leather or denim jackets, patches and pins, beanies, ripped jeans, messy nail polish, silver jewelry, too many layers

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Punk music, especially bands local to his hometown. He has a bit of a superiority complex about it.

Favorite Movies: Documentaries and anything science fiction.

Favorite Books: Memoirs, science fiction, speculative fiction, and although he isn’t proud of it, LGBTQ romance books.

Favorite Foods/Drinks: He loves to eat out, especially in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. At home, his parents are the sort to keep at least one subscription to a community supported agriculture box going year round, whether it’s seasonal produce in the spring or fresh meats in the winter. He talks a big game around alcohol, but most of his teen rebellion died out with Katie—and thus, most of his drinking in the past year has been a parent sanctioned glass of wine at family events.

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: Kai used to follow Exy teams more religiously, especially when he and Katie could cram onto a couch with their friends, snacks, and a running tally for their fantasy leagues. Since her death, he hasn’t paid much attention. If asked, he’ll cite the teams his parents played for as his favorites.