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My Blood Elf character Jayla Sunweaver drawn by fantazyme
currently writing her bio it’s a lot really sent help
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ST Discovery spoilers ahead!
So, I watched the finale and I only have two questions about the 3rd season:
They actually explicitly said that capitalism is the big bad? Explicitly? Of course, Star Trek always alluded to the fact that the Federation is about space communism. They hinted, joked, danced around, made Rom quote Marx, but I never dared dream that I will see the day when this scene appears on my Netflix screen.
Let's begin with a round of applause for the brilliant dialogue about apples made of shit -
Osyraa: If the Chain is to unite with the Federation, you need to send a message that our culture is fundamentally valid and ethical.
Vance: And how are we supposed to do that?
Osyraa: By acknowledging that capitalism is already happening within the Federation.
Osyraa is hoping that Vance will go for a reformist approach, as she had to spend "a lot of political capital" to pass an amendment outlawing slavery. (Cue to the smallest violin). When Vance asks about other concessions, she goes:
Osyraa: You're asking very powerful people to give up huge amounts of income.
Sounds familiar? We hear it every fucking day when Jeff Bezos decides not to end world hunger.
And most importantly, Vance turns her down. It is possible to interpret this as Vance wanting her to be tried for her crimes, but, I think, it's only part of it, the real reason is broader. There's no way that the Federation, the ultimate metaphor for the bright future, can accept capitalism as a "fundamentally valid and ethical culture". There can be no fucking compromise.
And for this I salute ST: Discovery. The creators have some fucking balls. The first openly gay loving couple in the franchise, trans representation, strong racial diversity, all of which are not solely a plot device, and now explicit acknowledment that capitalism is not the solution, and this time not in a form of a silly joke which looks more like an anti-Semitic allegory than a genuine statement, as was the case with the Ferengi. Discovery is boldly going, making a social commentary which reminds me once again about the revolutionary power of art. And this fucking slaps. What a time to be alive!
Second question, though: is Owo/Detmer a thing?
I am hyped to no end for the next season!
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Adventures of a HYBE intern 📋🖇🖊
Enhyphen edition pt.3
Fluff but not necessarily romantic (can be interpreted however)
“Alright everyone that’s a wrap for today’s shoot! Thank you to the boys for letting us off early today by doing a great job,” the director shouted from his bullhorn while the rest of the staff as well as Enhypen cheered. Your cheers had to be one of the most enthusiastic and probably the longest. Although you loved working as a makeup staff intern, the thought of a Friday night off was enough to get you to clap and scream.
You and a few of the makeup artists waited around for a while, knowing that one of the boys would ask for some sort of makeup removal solution. It was a running joke within the makeup crew and the boys that were running a very high tab on these products and they should save up to pay them back soon. Just as you were about to call it quits, Jake sprints up to you in his new, casual outfit consisting of baggy jeans and a black turtleneck.
“Okay okay this is really the last time I’ll ask for those little bottles of removal. Just one more time and then I’ll order my own,” he begged. From behind you the laughs of your coworkers were emerging and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’ll believe it when I see the receipt, Sim. For now, I will have to raise the interest on your ever growing tab,” you reply while he holds his hands out for the removal.
As you unzip your black fanny pack, a familiar voice bursts into the space between you and Jake.
“y/n, DO NOT hand him a bottle of that magic water. He’s gonna need his makeup for when go to...wait for it… wait for it-”
“Just say it bro!” Jake interrupts the assistant choreographer, and his good friend. As a makeup artist, you spend a lot of time with choreographers, and this boy was most definitely unforgettable.
“KARAOKE!” he shouts so loud that both you and Jake plug your ears to mute him. Around you, fellow staff nod and clap at the idea, a few friends of yours asking to join. Jake ran back to his members who were waiting for him and soon they were gone, waving goodbye to Jake and our crew.
“Alright I’m ready to roll!” Jake says enthusiastically when he returns.
“What about the boys? Are they coming too?” you ask. You would hate to leave anyone out or take Jake away from any plans with his members.
“Nah, Heeseung and riki had a FIFA rematch planned today, Sunghoon’s FaceTiming his sister, and I think Jay is going to try to teach Jungwon how to make corn cheese,” he replied. You nodded in response and then turned your attention to the person who started this whole event.
“So, where are we going?” you ask interrogatively. In the short time you’ve known this man, he has not been one to trust to have a plan.
“What do you mean where are we going there’s like twenty karaoke spots within ten miles of here!” he exclaims and you hold back the urge to strangle him. The rest of your friends sigh with you and Jake just giggles.
“HELLOOO we can’t just walk into to any karaoke bar! We have Sim Jaeyun, member of a very popular global kpop group with us. Do you want us to get stormed by fans?” you accuse dramatically. Jake continues to laugh and from the corner of your eye you watch him ask himself ‘am I really that famous?’
“Okay okay please stop yelling I know a place where a lot of idols go. It’s very private and discreet. In fact they’re so private that they only take-“
“OKAY sounds great let’s go!” Jake exclaims and your group of five head to the venue in your respective vehicles.
Three plates of snacks and BTS’ entire discography later, you check your phone for the time.
9:45 PM- REMINDER: txt studio choom set tomorrow!!!
As Jake belted JK’s last line in ‘My Time’, you stood up to get the group’s attention.
“Guys I gotta head out, I need to be at Studio Choom bright and early tomorrow. How much do I owe you for tonight?” you ask the host of this surprisingly fun night.
“Yeah we’re gonna be at that shoot too so we’re going to head out as well,” said your two friends.
“Studio Choom… ohhh with txt I’m gonna be there too! Thanks y/n I almost forgot,” he replied while on the calculator app.
“So we’re all heading out?” Jake asked. “Thanks for a fun night tonight and have fun at the shoot!” he finishes enthusiastically and reaches in his pocket for his wallet.
“Okay, so splitting everything equally, we each owe $46,000 won”.
As Jake and you pull out your credit cards, the rest of the group watches with confused faces while you and Jake stare in shock at your friends pulling out large wads of cash.
“You guys do know that this place only takes cash, right?’’ your friend asks cautiously, so as not to upset you.
“NO!” you and Jake both exclaim in unison
“Well, I did try to tell you guys, but I was rudely interrupted,” he pouted while your other friends agreed shyly. You watched in shock as your friends counted their cash over and over again, each time not having enough to cover you or Jake’s charge.
“Don’t worry guys the owner here has a policy put in place for situations just like this,” said one of your friends who was grabbing their purse and headed for the door.
Relieved that you and Jake wouldn’t have to call anyone from HYBE to handle the situation you released the tension in your shoulders. “Okay, what do we have to do?’ you asked, energized and ready to get home as soon as possible.
“How fast can you wash dishes? And Jake...how fast are you at writing signatures?” Loud groans could be heard from the side of the room where you and Jake were slumped in your chairs.
“Don’t worry y/n I’ll make it up to you at the shoot tomorrow… if you make it.”
You threw a pillow at the door.
“Why do we hang out with him again?” Jake asked, his fingers massaging his temples vigorously.
“I have no idea,”.
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Jake is a cutie pie and all but like…. Layla has my heart
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just made over my gameplay sims, naturally the next step is to play the game...but will i?
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A little friendship...a little romance.
Jayla was able to get her ex to sign away his parental rights and give her baby to a loving family. Now that she was getting back to her normal self, she was ready for a real date with Akira.
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Okay but if the radio didn’t work in Star Trek Beyond, we all know Jim would’ve performed Sabotage by himself
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Okay so that’s the first chapter of the first whump story I write, thanks for @happy-whumper for all the encouragement and so much more, without you I certainly wouldn’t have done this ♥️
trigger warning: blood, intimate whumper, that’s it I guess? Not much 😅
Soft sunshine fell on her face. They felt warm, even hot on her skin. It had to be the warmest day of the year.
Bianca carefully placed her feet on the soft carpet next to the bed, her legs still felt sore from running all afternoon the day before. Holding onto the wooden drawer for comfort she rose, black dots dancing in her vision.
The only wearable things inside the drawer consisted of a baby blue sweater as well as a short black skirt. Luckily for her, no shoes this time. She still had some vivid memories of the last time she had to wear heels.
Somewhere in the distance, a bell rang six times in a row, time to leave the room.
She used to love the sound of old bells, there was something nostalgic about them, old and omniscient. Over the past months, she learned to hate the sound of bells with every fibre of her being. They never promised any good.
Until she arrived in the kitchen an eternity passed, a thousand thoughts crossed her mind, she didn’t dare to complete even one of them.
Half of the dining table had already been occupied by two boys carefully avoiding eye contact. Despite her hammering heart Bianca spoke up to break the silence „How did you sleep?“ A look into their eyes was all she needed to regret having asked. „Sorry… it‘s my turn to prepare breakfast, right?“
The red-haired boy nodded, rolling his eyes. Just like Bianca white wings stuck to his back. The common assumption angels were caring and loving beings died with Cian. For every angel like Cian though existed someone like the umber skinned demon next to him.
Malik shot her a warm smile „It seems to be good weather. Maybe we can go for a walk again? It‘s been an eternity since I felt real wind.“
„That would be as likely as you having an intelligent idea for once.“ Cian looked at neither of them „Even you should have gotten used to being here by now. Perhaps I overestimated your general intelligence, even though I was not sure that would be possible.“
Bianca bit her tongue, she started cracking eggs in a pan looking for the salt and other spices. She found them standing on the top shelf, out of her reach. Even standing on her toes her fingertip barely managed to brush the bottom of the top shelf, not nearly enough to grab the spices.
The warm touch coming from behind met her unprepared, if it wasn't for a strong arm holding her, she'd have an unpleasant meeting with the black tile floor.
"Sweetheart~" The warmth felt nothing like the sun a few minutes ago, suddenly Bianca wished nothing more as for all warmth to be erased, to forever disappear and leave her in the cold.
"You could have asked." The woman's voice was nearly pleasant to hear, given the owner, however, Bianca was frightened.
"I-" her tongue felt numb "I didn't want to bother."
The woman flashed a grin, revealing sharp fangs "It almost seems you don't like me around, my sweet angel, why is that?"
"It's not, Jalya, I promise- it's not like,"
a sharp noise behind them cut through the sentence, she twirled around so fast a strand of hair slapped in her face. Malik looked astonished at the cup he held in his hands just a minute ago. Now it was shattered across the floor, water spilling everywhere, "my bad".
The centre of Jayla's attention was never a good place to be in, let alone breaking something. As much as she was relieved to have the focus on someone else, Bianca was anxious about what was about to happen to Malik. Or any of them.
Without a second thought, she kneeled to gather the different pieces in.
"Careful," Malik awakened from his frozen state to start helping her "the edges are sharp."
She looked up and nodded. The very next moment a small scream escaped her lips. The pieces fell once again now breaking into even smaller pieces. A triangular segment stuck in her hand, not deep enough to pierce through.
Her blood dripped down colouring the snow-white cup dark red. Her breath went fast and shallow, unable to tear her eyes away from the thick liquid. „Get- get it off! Get it off!“ her lips trembled as she spoke „Please…“
A strong hand yanked her up, Jayla smirked, running a hand down Bianca‘s wrist „Why so scared, my love?“ she laid her hand on the piece still stuck in her hand, exerting some pressure on it „Take a deep breath, everything‘s gonna be fine soon.“
Bianca nodded. She saw her reflection in Jayla’s pupils, she hadn’t realised she cried.
„And if you‘re a good little girl, I may consider letting you out for an hour today.“
She knew what Jayla wanted to hear, Bianca despited it. But what choice did she have? Jayla made it clear enough when she first punished her. None.
„I will behave.“
tag list: @happy-whumper, @whumpasaurus101
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Enhypen&Hi Season 2 Episode 1 neologism guessing game
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currently thinking abt: how jayla joined our inner circle by gaslight girlbossing ki and rish
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Chapter 6 of ‘A Songbird’s Melody’ (Witcher/Skyrim) is now up!
Written by myself and the wonderful @littlemissordinary
Read it here on ao3
More than once on the road he had turned to speak to Geralt only to remember that he wasn’t there and had to deal with the fresh wave of hurt and loss that came with the absence of his best friend. It was almost maddening sometimes. They felt it most when they settled into a camp for the night. There was no teasing banter, no grunts or Hm’s, no rhythmic sound of him whetting his blades, no frustrated sighs as he tried to meditate whilst they messed around. Jaskier in particular was quieter than usual, and Vayla knew he was feeling the loss of the Witcher deeply. The bard slept restlessly and became riddled with tension whenever anyone raised their voice around him.
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whoever has the jayla nickname on weverse...miss ma’am how does it feel to have the world on your hands 🥲
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😏 hey jayla~
Part 2 of my Collab with @tajunco with @ rndmnwierd and Kiwi’s gay D&D thieves characters!
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When Google is not your friend.
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