#listen i don't know what came over in me in the bonus image

[oliviablancmom]

"Pedriiii"

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Singlemom!OC

Theme: Fluff, a little bit of angst.

N/A: To my dear Pedri's Girls who voted, it's finally here. I'm sorry for not posting it yesterday, but I ended up getting very tired and with some doubts. First about being a "reader" or OC, and I ended up choosing OC because I couldn't write without visualizing someone, and because while I was writing, the image of Hande Erçel came to my mind. Anyway, this is just an introduction, there will be three chapters and a bonus. I hope you like it, and that you fall in love with them as I did.

"I can't believe it, Fer. I can't believe it happened again. When I think everything is going to be fine, something like this happens," Pedri lamented. His brother was already upset with the situation.

"I know, brother, we will get through this, as we always do." Pedri ran his hands over his face. "I need to call mom, she's is worried." Pedri just agreed while his brother walked outside the box. At the same time he left, a little boy entered the private space. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed Pedri.

"You are crying?" The boy cautiously approached Pedri and then kneeled on the floor beside the player, his elbows resting on the sofa where Pedri was sitting. "My father says that men shouldn't cry, but my mother says that only real men cry."

Pedri laughs.

"Your mother is right. Are you alone here?" Pedri looked around looking for any adults, but it was just them. The little boy just nodded and then started looking for something in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, and soon he was taking off his coat. Pedri noticed the name and number on it. "I liked the choice of shirt." The little boy looked at him, embarrassed.

"here" he finally takes out a handful of M&Ms from his pocket. "Mom and I always eat them when we are sad, and now that you are sad, you will feel better after eating them."

Pedri smiled at how adorable the little boy was and readily accepted the candy; he was too sad to think about his diet.

"Bye I have to go." He watched the little boy put on his jacket again, ready to leave.

"Hey, don't you want me to sign your shirt?"

The little boy looked at him cautiously and uncertainly, and Pedri could see that he was in an internal battle.

"My mother says I shouldn't bother the players"

"It's not a bother; you shared your sweets with me; we're friends now. The little boy's eyes opened so wide that Pedri was afraid they would jump out.

"Serious?" he asked uncertainly. Pedri just nodded and saw the boy's face light up.

"PEDRIIIIIII!!!" He gave an excited scream and ran to the player, hugging him. He was definitely controlling himself before, Pedro thought.

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"Hey, do you plan on going to that nightclub again?" Pedri asked, trying to seem as uninterested as possible while continuing to do the exercise that the physical trainer gave him.

"What? Are you asking this? I thought these things weren't for you. Ferran mocked.

"It's because he's trying to find the woman he spent the night with," Gavi says, receiving a deadly look from Pedri.

"What, am I lying? You looked at every photo that marked the club's location on social media."

"Seriously Gavira, if you don't shut up..."

Pedri threatens, making the others laugh.

"It seems that only you were affected by the night since you woke up alone in the hotel room" said Ter Stegen, the goalkeeper who had been listening to the entire conversation in silence until now. Pedri looked directly at Gavi, knowing he was responsible for telling the details.

"Seriously, man, I'll never tell you anything again."

"What? I was just trying to help. Knowing if one of them saw the woman you were with that night. If I hadn't seen her, I would have thought it was a hallucination in your head."

Pedri rolled his eyes at the younger man's mockery.

"I know you were upset that you woke up there alone. 

"I wasn't," Pedri said defensively. "It was not a big deal." He said with a shrug, preferring to remain silent while focusing on the strengthening exercises, that it was better to forget the subject, either because Gavi was irritating him or because he had a grain of truth.

Nightclubs were not a place he normally frequented; he always preferred to stay at home watching a series or movie, but he had made an exception that night as he was upset because of the injury and the nasty comments he received, like it was his fault. It ended up that he didn't regret going at all; after all, it led to the best night of his life with the woman he would meet at the bar, and thanks to not consuming alcohol, he had recorded in his mind every detail of that night and the woman.

He remembered the exact moment she entered the place; his eyes immediately stayed on her; her presence attracted him like a magnet; and her long hair fell all over her back and down to her waist. The red lipstick and the huge, sweet smile she had. He remembered her scent and the woman's sharp tongue as he approached, not giving a damn about who he was. He had etched the dimple in her cheek every time she laughed at something he said, and God, her laughter was like music to his ears. He remembered how she pressed her body against his while they were on the dance floor and how all that tension took them both to a hotel room that night. What a night!

"Dude, stop thinking about her while you are with us." Ferran's voice takes Pedri out of his thoughts. Pedri looked at him confused.

"Your cheeks give you away, man," said Gavi, who had a small smile on the corner of his face. Pedri turned to the mirror, noticing the color that appeared on his face.

"Shit", he mumbled, shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind.

"Although you met her in a nightclub, maybe you should look in other places, like churches or registry offices." He looked even more confused at Ferran, who had an ironic smile on his face. "You know, considering your history with women who end up being married and everything."

"Seriously, I'm done with you guys." Pedri stood up, moving away from his companions, who were laughing at the situation.

**********************************************"" Fans like to feel close to players, so we can continue investing in content with them in pairs or in groups. We can record some kind of challenge with the boys who have the most friendships about how much they know each other. Fans love knowing these details." The woman said to the social media girl as they walked down the corridor to the meeting room, where the rest of the communication team would be.

"Mom, mom, mom!" She turned, looking at the little boy who was running towards her.

"Hey, honey, what's wrong? Everything is fine?" She bent down to the child's height, who seemed to be in a hurry to be somewhere. "I'll be at the gym with my friend," he said impatiently, about to run again.

"What a friend? There is no place for children there" she said worriedly, placing her hand on her son's head.

"Mom, pleeeaaaase," he said while pulling the woman's bag, looking for something.

"Axel, breathe. What are you looking for?" She asked when her child threw all the things inside her bag on the floor.

"The cards that Grandpa gave me to show my friend, I FOUND." he said excitedly, shaking the cards in his hand.

"Bye mom, I love you." She watched as the boy disappeared down the corridor without even looking back, which made her curious to know who this friend was, and she made a mental checklist to ask when they were leaving. She also added to talking with her son about running around Ciutat Esportiva, she had the opportunity to bring him to work, but she knew it was best not to abuse the luck, even though he was normally a quiet child, these days, he always had to be somewhere.

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The sound of Xavi's whistle signaled the end of training. He thanked all of the players, greeting each as they dispersed across the field. Some were already returning to the dressing room, and I remained there along with a few other guys.

"3, 2, 1...." Gavi says. Pedri raise his eyebrows in confusion, looking at him.

"PEDRIIIIIIIIIIII" Rafinha and Ferran say in a thin voice, clearly imitating the little boy who ran onto the field in our direction.

"He took so long to come this time," Gavi says, laughing at the scene. The little boy opens his arms and throws himself at Pedri, who holds him carefully.

"Hey little guy." He put him on the floor, and held out his hand for him to hit.

"Are you ready to play yet?" he asks, raising his eyebrows hopefully and looking the player up and down. It was the question he asked every day since he started showing up at the end of training to visit him, showing all his anxiety about seeing his favorite player return to the field.

"I'm almost there; I'm back to training now, but I'll be ready soon." The child makes a pout.

"My God, he have the same habit of arching the eyebrows and the things you do with your lips. It's too much Pedri for me." Rafinha says, laughing as he walks away. He ruffles the child's hair, and only then does the little one seem to realize the presence of the others. And his cheeks turn red, and then he hides behind Pedri's leg, who bends down and hugs him.

"the red cheeks and all." Are you sure you haven't been messing around?" Gavi continues. Pedri rolls his eyes at his friend, throwing the bottle he was holding at the youngest.

"Hey little guy, there's no need to be ashamed of us; we're cooler than him." Ferran says as he is trying to get the child's attention, making him hides his face in Pedri neck. The number eight smiles mockingly at Ferran, proud of the child's far-from-discreet preference.

"Don't flatter yourself; you didn't see the number he's wearing." Fermin scoffs.

"It's very good taste," Gavi says. Pedri turns the little boy in front of him.

" Axel!!! This is treason," Pedri says indignantly, as he sees the little boy wearing Gavi's number.

"My grandfather chose today. Gavi it's his favorite" he says with a shrug.

" But I like him a lot too." Gavi smiles, convinced, at his friend.

"Of course you like; you're the same size, of course you'll feel affinity." Gavi's smile dies immediately, and he raises the middle finger to Pedri.

"haha, Look who's talking, Pedri."

"Don't you think it's strange that he's here every day? " Pedri asks curiously.

"He must be some employee kid," Fermin concludes. "At most, the brother of one of the teenagers who are outside waiting for photos, he is small, manages to pass the security guards with no problem" They laughed again.

The little boy moves away from the player and looks for something in his pocket, and Pedri already knew what it was; after all, that had become their routine since they started meeting more often, whether in the CE or in the boxes on match days. Axel takes a handful of M&Ms from his pocket to share with the player.

"Just a little this time. My mother is suspicious." His eyes widen at the boy.

"You said your mother gave it to you, Axel," Pedri asks worriedly.

"Well, sometimes she gives it to me. But she says I can't eat all the time."

The boys were trying not to laugh, especially now that the boy was more welcome with them, casually kicking the ball for them.

"Great example, Pedriiiiiii." Ferran scoffs; Pedri rolls his eyes; it wasn't his fault; well, in part yes, it was him who said to the child, "Your mother won't mind if it's just a little."

**********************************************Pedri was sitting with the other players in the press room of the arena where the Barcelona basketball team was playing. They were waiting for the club president to take a photo; after all, it was important for them to see the first-team players supporting the others. While he waited, Pedri looked at the candy store's website on his cell phone, looking for what Axel had told him so much about during the week, about a new type of M&Ms with different flavors that he was dying to try, but it was still out of stock. Occasionally he would look up from his cell phone to respond to something the other players were saying. Gavi was by his side, chatting about something that Pedri could no longer follow due to the rapid changes in subject that the youngest started.

"Hey, guys," Laporta says, entering the conference room. He greeted each of the players who were there, and the staff organized them for the photo. As always, the president would hold the ball, and everyone would be on hand to touch it, in the form of support. After the photo, they start a conversation with the president until the door is opened wide.

"Oh, sorry." I thought they were already finished. Pedri, who had his back to the door in a conversation with Araujo and João Félix, freezes; he would recognize that voice anywhere, and above all, he would recognize the perfume, which hits him like a punch in the stomach. He immediately caught Gavi's eyes, who seemed as surprised as he was.

" The game is about to start, and we need to take some photos of the boys for promotion."

"Of course, we're done here" the president says, laughing. Apart from Gavi, the other boys didn't seem to notice Pedri's reaction, as he finally found the courage to turn around to look at the woman, and God, he felt his breath catch in his lungs.

"Oh, do you already know the boys personally?" Laporta asked the woman who looked up from her cell phone, looking at the other people in the room, and as soon as her eyes fell on him, they tripled in size, but she was quick to hide her surprise.

"No, not yet" she said simply.

"Boys, this is Isa Harver; she is the club's new communications assistant." Laporta introduced them, and she extended her hand to greet each of them. When her hand stopped in front of Pedri, he immediately noticed the ring on the girl's finger.

"Fuck" He heard Gavi saying behind him with a certain humor in his voice. Pedri simply couldn't believe his luck.

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N/A: SOOOO, I hope you guys enjoyed it!! I revised this chapter a million times, but English is not my first language, so something must have slipped through. Let me know what you think. And for my Gavi's girls, I'm also preparing something for you."

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri #fc barcelona #barca #pedri gonzalez x reader #gavi imagine #pablo gavi #ferran torres

[charmixpower]

I don't know if you've ben asked this before, but what's your favorite winx club sountrack?

It has not been asked before :)

Let me just go listen to all the sound tracks, I'll be back. I know you asked just for my favorite but if I'm gonna listen to them to pick out a favorite, imma rank em too

Season Five: This season's music my beloved. "We're the Winx" is the best opening and I'm right. "Power to change the world", "We are Believix", and are all bangers. "Harmonix" and "Power of Sirenix" are some of the best transformation songs in the series, and they're in the same season. "Like a Ruby" is a actually good, real song, with a fucking riddle attached. The talent it has....unmatched. "Christmas Magic" is such a good song I nearly considered forgiving season 5 for the Christmas episode. I never will but, you understand me. I was listening to the songs on YouTube, and the Winx YouTube account has this cute little thing where Musa is always the paired image, and I got to a spoiler song and it was so good I stopped listening so I wouldn't ruin the experience for myself. It immediately put me in the mood to do Winx art

Secret of the Lost Kingdom: This movie has songs that I'd concider listening to outside the movie if they didn't make me wanna cry. Something something nostalgia childhood, this sound track has my heart in a death grip. I love the other version of Enchantix, I love the songs, I love this movie. There's a bonus song on the first movie album, it's "Stand Up" or something and it FUCKS HARD, I know that isn't relevant to the soundtrack of the movie but I just needed to let you know that the first movie stays winning

4kids: "We are the Winx" is like....so fucking good. What is it with this song title that leads the song to always fuck so supremely. Anyways the other songs are also good and I'm obessed with the direction of these songs. "Mean Girls Rule" came on and I had a moment, I've never wanted to watch the 4kids dub more. Just to see when the fuck they inserted that song. It's good tho

Magical Adventure: it's is fine. I'd rather listen to the good s4 songs over this, but I'll take it over listening to another second of fucking Love and Pet. Mid. "Famous Girls" wiggled it's way into my brain bc it sounds like Stella is singing it

Season Four: It's sound track is mostly good. It's full of well masters songs, the problem is that they had the same amount of content for most of these songs as they did for the songs in s1-3 but with movie song length. I very much regret trying to listen to them entire sound track without skipping anything, Love and Pet nearly pushed me to murder. They're good songs but I feel like they should just bite the bullet and cut the fat. Only "Winx are Back" and "Love and Pet" starting driving me to insanity. It was like elevator music that personally wanted me dead. The other songs are mostly just good but dragged, "Believix" and "Winx Open Up Your Heart" however both fuck supremely and I love them. "Let the Power Shine" is also v good. Also I never noticed that Andy and his band had like songs...I didn't pay attention anytime anyone was singing tbh, I was busy trying to beat my head though a wall

The Mystery of the Abyss: "Magic All Around" and "We All Are Winx" suck ass, "Like a Star" is fun and very catchy, and "Feeling Fine" has a surprising amount of heart to it and it sucked me in eventually but I don't like the opening of the song much at all. Very fucking hit or miss over here

Season Six: I left the playlist on and my curiosity got the better of me. The inferior version of the Sirenix song fuckin sucked, but you knew that. On one hand, like the best friend platonic love song, on the other hand, who in the studio personally hated the singer??? Why do they constantly lather her voice in this annoying electronic sounds. It was either intentional, or they majorly fucked up on the auto tune. Either way I hate it. Also dont like the amount of high pitched electric songs here, ow, stop that. I didn't Listen to s7 because genuinely, if I have to listen to one more song about how they're the Winx and throwing a party because these seasons don't have a plot, imma go crazy

Season Three: The sound track is better than the earlier seasons because someone in the studio finally figured out what the concept of mastering audio was. This gives the the songs more emotional weight to me, because I'm not being distracted by the poor audio quality lol. Og Enchantix is my favorite transformation song, so there's also that

Season Two: It's sound track is pretty similar in quality to the s1 sound track, ie it's pretty jank and the songs are not the best, but I like it more. Do I like it more just because I like s2 more and I have more positive connotations to the music? Yes. S2 I love youuuu

Season One: This sound track feels like it's the bands second album with some pretty bad sound mixing. It really doesn't bother me because I still intentionally listen to my favorite band's earliest albums. It feels very dated due to the poor quality, but it's fun enough. Nothing I would intentionally listen too outside of the show, but it matches the awkward stumbling vibe of the first season

#asks #winx club #rus chatters #I accidentally woke up my dog listening to these #the worst part about listening to the romance songs is like. trying to imagine the scenes they go with. no. stop that #the one thing i wont defend from the early seasons is the bad audio mastering in songs. its bad lol. i think its charming but it's bad #i drew two things while listening to the songs. very effective for art #i rewatch Magical adventure because of this ask. forgot how ugly it was (affectionate). blonde Darcy i hate you #i nearly started typing out my thoughts about the movie. lord have mercy #edit: im watching the first one too now #i need to go listen to like a star again

[artobotsrollout]

Transformers: Harbingers

The Pirate Scream AU

Before I talk about it you guys are the best thank you for indulging me and my AU from this post xjdjd. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

@badlydrawntransformers @cosmic0de @warrioroffandoms @measlyfurball13 And a bonus thank you to those encouraging me in the tags as well ❤️

I plan to do art for it as well as accompanying written bits and maybe even an animatic but till then have some general info under the cut.

Also there is transformers: Prime spoilers below so open at your own risk.

TRANSFORMERS: HARBINGERS

So this AU comes from the same place many AUs heavily involving TfP Starscream come from: the unfulfilled potential in our boy Scream. Now deeper discussion of that is not gonna be in this post. It'd be a whole essay.

It also comes from just how salty I was that the Team's kindness never really benefitted them much and they kept getting slapped for it. And OP really wanted to win over a con and Starscream kept wanting a partner. ALSO ALSO Optimus was portrayed as keeping his emotions in check and then never really gets a message that it's okay to be emotional so... I'm doing that here.

And the Starscream Pirate AU was born...

Aka Transformers: Harbingers (maybe idk if it's catchy enough djjsw)

Why Harbingers? ''It's just a SHIP Starscream chills in for awhile in the show' ' I hear you say. WELL HANG ON!! I got two very good reasons!! .

First off: Starscream, with the help of some Cybertronians who he wins over one way or another (Ill get to that), help him essentially use the remains of the Harbinger to put together their own functional ship. It's smaller than the Nemesis and will take some pirate ship inspiration. While it is a hardy beast it's a bit jury rigged.

Second of all:

Imagine being a fictional character living in a ship with a name that basically means 'Foreshadowed bringer of change' and then going back to Megatron and his bullshit. I'm gonna grab this and run all the way with it. Highway to Hell just came on my Spotify so... That may be an omen.

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NOW LISTEN

I feel like Starscream and Optimus could really have had such an interesting dynamic but we never really got to see that in TfP and I feel cheated. Also both could have mutually benefitted a great deal.

So what do I do? I shove them together to be sorta begrudging Co-Captains. As a result there's a lot of shenanigans to be had!

How this happens OP has some run ins with cons and, through a way I'm still deciding, has the opportunity to extend a hand to Starscream. Starscream, being kindness starved, doesn't entirely know what to do about Optimus being nice to him one whole time with no sarcasm or ulterior motive and sorta starts trying to get his attention.

Starscream and his crew are a bit of their own team at this point. MEANING sort of new LOGOS!

I'm yoinking the crossed out Decepticon logo from the Dark Energon Starscream and Dark Energon Knockout toys cause I mean... It's right there and also kinda like a skull and crossbones. It fits too well guys.

Starscream essentially manages to win over the autobots enough so they can sorta make a mutually beneficial, if strained, alliance to aid their aligned goal: killing Megatron and revitalizing cyberton. This is aided by some slight changes to the plot of course. It's also a benefit, much to Ratchet's delight, since they finally get some cybertronian tech to work with.

And so they gotta work together to take Megatron out and there's much bonding moments esp later when the autobot base is destroyed. Starscream extends his hand to them and offers them a more permanent position onboard. (rubbing in how unfortunate their situation is and how this is such a big favour but he's paying Optimus back.)

And insert team dynamic stuff!! Like cons teaming up with Bots, Starscream and Optimus trying to stick with it leading their own teams but keep accidently backseat-leadering one another. I will write some other ex-con and bot dynamics cause there's a lot of chaos to be had.

Optimus doesn't open up to his crew for morale sake and masks his emotions well, and Starscream is... well Starscream is Starscream so he masks what he truly feels a lot and doesn't share a lot of personal stuff besides complaints with his team either. So there's a lot of tension.... That is until Starscream has had it at just how good a poker face Prime has.

Because he's absolutely paranoid got a harmless curiosity about Optimus's ulterior motives and wants potential dirty secrets he can use as blackmail to have power over the Prime, he essentially puts cybertronian booze (but kid friendly version of course fbejek) in Optimus's energon heavily expecting him to spill the beans when heavily drunk. What he doesn't expect is that Optimus is just... LIKE THAT to his core. He's smart but very sad and guilty. And maybe a bit weepy and exhausted cause this man has not shown an emotion for eons now. /s. Starscream doesn't know wtf to do but swayed by how earnest Optimus is he sorta softens up and does open up. Might have helped that he took a swig of the tainted energon to get on his level though. But it also helps that neither is the others subordinate so they don't need to maintain their image as badly with the Co-captain as they do their team.

The ex cons sorta accidently absorb some of the autobot's morals over time. The cons help the autobots have some fun. There's a lot of stuff learned both ways. Also the cons realize how cool humans can be and after a lot of argument and forced time spent with the kids, they want to protect earth too.

Starscream, helps Optimus open up a bit more and allow himself to be emotional. He also shows him how to be a little selfish. Optimus in turn helps him with self confidence and making friends. Both help each other with the shit Megatron put em both through and overall boost one another up. (This also does change the start of the war a bit but I'll get to that in another post.)

Miko tries to fight all of the cons at first but quickly changes her tune cause "BOOYAH PIRATE CONS!!"

Other bits about this AU:

Starscream will eventually get a slight design change. It'll be less scrappy and look more confident and put together. It'll be minor

Because they are on a flying ship but have less energon than the Nemesis, everyone gets equipped with mods for flight. There is a jetpack upgrade one can get or Knockout can straight up help change their alt mode surgically.

I'm working up a list of who gets what flight mod but... Ya'll should know that Wheeljack dares Knockout to make him into a flying car. Largely cause I just got the image of Wheeljack flying above vehicons and just turning into a car and dropping on them. That and driving up the side of the Nemesis and confusing the fuck out of Megatron. Out of all the characters you know that would be a Wheeljack thing.

Arcee and Knockout grieve together.

Knockout loves bugging the hell out of Ratchet. It's extra fun for him cause Ratchet often can't do shit about it since they both need the room and tools.

Knockout and Wheeljack become an insufferable duo with the nicknames they have for everyone.

Wheeljack won't leave Starscream alone and keeps coming up with worse and worse nicknames like he did with Ratchet.

Starscream and Ratchet become complaining buddies.

STARSCREAM'S SEEKER SQUAD REJOINS. Well some of them. Skywarp, Thundercracker and maybe other peeps.

Miko manages to befriend Skywarp and Bulkhead now has to watch both Miko AND Skywarp. Wheeljack refuses to help Bulkhead round them up.

Raf hits it off with Thundercracker.

Knockout: "FINALLY a team with fragging MANNERS!"

Instead of Beeftimus Prime from the forge, Optimus actually gets access to a third alt mode and.. Idk something else primely. So he actually gets wings.

Starscream and the other fliers are greatly amused because Optimus, as great as he is at his poker face most of the time, hasn't yet figured out how to not emote with the pair of wings he gets from the forge. Thundercracker is the one who eventually informs him while the rest of the crew are booing loudly in the background.

I actually do have designs of TFP Skywarp, Thundercracker, and Ironhide in the works.

Fowler and Starscream have insult battles. Oddly both grow a weird almost fondness for these verbal sparring sessions

They frequently raid the Nemesis

Miko keeps talking in a pirate voice. Smokescreen has joined her.

AND A LOT OF OTHER STUFF I'LL GET INTO WITH MORE DETAIL AND ART. I'll also talk more in depth about some of these things that isn't a ramble like this post is. xnwjskw.

Feel free to ask about anything you're curious about.

#My aus #Autothots content #Transformers: Prime Au #Tfp au #Transformers: Harbingers #Harbingers AU

[wornoutmouse]

Dio x black reader (18+)

Honestly, this is just my headcanon of Dio experiencing black girl magic for the first time. And throughout re-reading it I can't tell if I'm supposed to be horny, moved, or amused. I think this is my longest one

Chav: White Trash/Low ClassLove

Divots: Love handles but I wanted to be fancy

You were a cop that loved your job no matter the hardships.

Walking the streets of England was risky business as both a woman and a person of color so you had experienced numerous close calls with criminals that didn't take your training seriously. Your co-workers were peaceful enough, but you didn't miss the lustful glazes you would receive as you walked through the office every morning. Your boss, on the other hand, was a menace. Ever since you denied his advances when you first arrived, he's been making it his mission in life to make your life miserable. 

He, of course, was the reason you were standing outside at 11:00 in the night shivering under a night post. "That bloody chav, just wait till I move up in ranks!" you growled wrapping your trenchcoat tightly around your body as a soft gust of wind blew against you. 

The wind howled past your ears and for once you were glad for wearing your nautural hair out today as it braced fiercely against the strong winter winds. The night was quiet as everyone in their right mind had headed inside for the night but you couldn't help but feel as though eyes were trained on you. "Must be my nerves acting up again." you muttered rubbing your gloved hands together. You huffed causing cool white air to form in front of you. 

"Meow."

Shifting where you stood, you look around with only your eyes, trying to find the source of what you hope to be a newfound friend. A few feet to your right stood a thin tom cat walking hesitantly towards you. You crouch lowly, opening your coat to the feline, "Join me oh furry one, let us share our life source with each other!" 

 You chuckle at your own foolishness but stop as you watch in amazement as the cat seemed to be convinced as it stalks towards you. The cat was within your very grasp but before you could grab it, it jerked its head to gaze behind you, hissing with its back arched before it scampered off. "Huh, that's funny." 

 You stand back up before yelping as you back into someone standing behind you. "Oh excuse me." you say stepping to the side. "No need for apologize woman." a deep voice responds to you. The man was tall and you had to crane your neck just to simply gaze up at him. 

 Blue eyes gazed down at you through golden locks that fell beautifully over his face. Even though he had shown no sign of hostility, you felt great unease by simply standing near him. "Your declaration of neutrality for the cat moved me deeply." the strange man declared, and you couldn't help but giggle awkwardly at the obvious joke. "Yeah well, during times of need it's best to set aside differences." The man raised his hand to his chin in thought. "Couldn't have said it better myself."

 The man had yet to leave as his gaze became even more unsettling. His eyes traveled down and settled on your curvacious hips. "Um, can I help you sir?" you ask backing up slightly only for the tall man to evade the space once again. Under his breath, you could hear the man mutter, "Yes, you are perfect." 

You look up at the man one more time as your eyesight begins to fades to black.  

 When you came to, you find yourself lying down on a bed that was not your own. You were dressed loosely in nothing but a silk slip and you could feel goosebumps along your skin from being exposed to the cool air. "Wha-what?" You jerk your head at the shift in movement to your right. At first glance, you couldn't see anything residing in the dark shadows of the room. But having years of experience with being in dark places, your eyes quickly adjusted as you noticed the unfamiliar ways the shadows blended together.

 You stare blankly into the darkness, positive that something resided within the cover of it. You suck in a breath as you feel a small shift in temperature move past your face and you quickly turn your face to the other side of the room.

"As I thought, you adjust quickly to your surroundings." a voice rumbled from the darkness and you could hear your heart thump in your ears as two bright red eyes peered at you from the end of the bed. You brought your legs to your chest as you felt the bed dip. You watched with fearful eyes as your assailant crawled towards you. From the darkness, a hand reaches out at lightning speed taking hold of your ankle, dragging you towards them. "What do you want?!"

As if oblivious to your agitation, a calloused hand takes hold of your thigh, gripping the large expanse of skin tightly. "While you are larger than preferred, I assume it is a given if I desire a woman with hips wide enough to effectively deliver me respectable offspring." You sputter as you feel your face warm, "Offspring?! What in the hell are you talking about you deviant!" You attempt to throw a punch only for your wrists to be taken captive by much larger ones. "This temper of yours may be a problem however." The man chuckled, "Though I supposed that too is a given due to your, 'ethnic' background." You glare through the darkness up at the deranged man, "You have some nerve." 

As if finally acknowledging you as a sentient being, he gazes up at you, eyebrows furrowed and red glowing eyes determined. "Young woman, fear not and rejoice for you have been chosen for the highest honor imaginable!" You tense as the man comes closer to your face, 'Damn it, it's always the pretty ones.' you silently think to yourself. Though there was a large shift in eye color, this was indeed the man you met outside.

 "You have been chosen personally by I Dio Brando! To become his queen in the new empire I shall forge in my own image!" 

 Many emotions flowed through your mind at that bold statement, but in the end, humor won out as you burst into laughter in the man, Dio's face. Dio tilted his head in slight confusion before moving on, dawning a triumphant face one again.

"I know not what you find amusing, but I am ready to implant my seed deep inside your womb!" At that, you suddenly realize the reality of the situation you were in, "You can't be serious, release me now!" Dio chuckled humorously, "It is okay to feel frightened, but I assure you, I will make this pleasurable for you as well." You open your mouth to retort, Dio, serges forward latching onto your lips with painful passion. You feel a shiver journey up your spine as Dio's larger hands hold your waist squeezing your love divots.

Dio releases you from his lip-lock with a loud smack as a thin strand of saliva connects the two of you. You blink; slightly dazed as you take in Dio's equally as flushed face, "What's the matter playboy? Cat got your tongue?" Dio frowned at your teasing as he shifted in place, "Have you somehow cast a spell on me? There is no other way to explain how someone with such prestige as me could possibly become undone by a simple kiss."

 Dio serges forward once again capturing your plump lips into his own with such fervor, you would think he was searching for something. You moan softly into the kiss as Dio's tongue explored your mouth, caressing every inch of it with purpose. Tugging your lower lip in between his teeth as he retreats. He looks at you for a while with visible confusion before speaking again, "The only other answer for this is obvious. You were bestowed onto me by the gods carved perfectly to aid me on my journey" 

 You quirked an eyebrow as you breathe shallowly, mind seemingly clouded with your newfound lust. "I don't know much about what your babbling on about, but I'll let you carry on." You fell back as you are folded over by Dio, legs propped high in the air. "Though I feel that cunnilingus isn't needed for the task at hand, I hold the desire to taste you." You roll your eyes as you listened to the monologue 'Dio' declared to himself.

Internally, you knew that this was a bad idea and only evil could follow you in being involved with this man but some unseen force was keeping you from resisting as you lied compliant under the larger man. Maybe he was right and 'the gods' placed you here for a purpose. Or maybe you were drugged. The most obvious answer, though you hate to admit, was the fact that you hadn't gotten laid in so long, you were willing to accept charity cases.

 

Dip looked down at you with an emotion that even I, the author am unable to describe. While I would love to say it was fondness, that just wasn't possible for how short of a time you've known each other. The only other word I can think out would maybe be admiration. 

 Dio was one to go above and beyond putting his heart into everything he did, but your simplicity aroused him so greatly it was rather concerning. Your attitude towards him ensured that you would be the perfect queen when he molded you accordingly. Your looks were only a bonus, slender legs heightening your perspective making you at least 6 feet in height though that was no novelty considering his large build. 

Plump lips with a curious sliver of pink covering the entrance of your bottom lip as they parted so beautifully. The taste of them sent his head spinning as if he was addicted, the best kind of addiction. Your skin though shrouded in darkness, shined so brightly in the moonlight that he would have thought you were glowing with an otherwordly power. Dio once again bows his head and captures your luscious lips within his to experience the euphoria once again.

 He may have said that you should be honored to be in his presence but at the moment he felt the greatest honor for being one of the few and one of the last men that would be allowed to bed you. The small whimpers you released as he explored your mouth tasted like the sweetest nectar. He released you and watched your breast heave from the passion he released. 

 He would never admit to these claims but at that moment Dio looked as if he had struck gold as he pulled up your slip and kissed into the crevices of your stomach. You shiver as more skin was exposed to the cool air and you would have sworn Dio was even colder. "If you would, please allow me to taste you." 

Your eyes widened for even you could tell that this manner of speaking was not the norm for Dio. His face was unusually flushed as his red eyes gazed up at you pleading for your permission. "Carry on." was all you said before he continued on his journey, kissing your inner thighs which to your horror, were bare as the day you were born. "Sir, may I ask where my undergarments reside?!" you ask thoroughly embarrassed causing Dio to dawn that shit-eating smirk he has carried since the moment you met.

 "I saw no point to them as I knew they would be off soon enough." You pouted as Dio peppered kisses on your navel before finally licking your clitoris with his rather rough tongue. Dio felt as though he reached Nirvana as he drank in your pleasured moans. The taste of you on his tongue was like the finest wine and he couldn't tell if it was from his carnivorous attributes or were you truly a diamond in the rough. 

 You grip the sheets below you as Dio used his tongue to caress your folds before delving deeper into your warm heat. Dio had long since grown used to the feeling of being cold but the way your warmth surrounded him made him miss the feeling. Internally he debated with himself if this is what love felt like or if this was just the effects of having your thick thighs clamped around his head. While feasting, Dio couldn't help by growl lowly as your nimble finger-combed through his hair only to clench as he made a peculiar lick to your upper walls.

 Feeling satisfied for now he sits up chuckling at your whine as you reached out for him. "I was not going to undress more than necessary for this but I feel as though you have earned it my pet." Dio removed his jacket and shirt exposing his impressive muscles. You salivate thinking of the power behind each pectoral that would now be used on you. 

Dio once again takes hold of your legs, but instead of positioning to enter you, he lifts you off the bed holding you in his arms. "I shall honor this experience by trying a position I have never done before."  You are slightly woozy from the shift in elevation as you wrap your arms around Dio's neck with such a force and normal man would have cried out. 

 (but not dio cause he isn't like other girls)

 Dio kisses you as he presses a hesitant finger inside of you. You moan as he trails kisses down your neck. He was extremely hesitant to even nibble you due to his fangs but the way your looked drowning in pleasure was too great to not take advantage of. You jump as you feel something sharp pierce your neck but not deep enough to draw blood. You spasm on his fingers as your first orgasm takes over you. "God yes!" Dio smirked at your blissed face as he once again takes your lower lip into his mouth.

 "Yes, thank your God for giving you such satisfa-" before he could finish, you lifted yourself and wrapped your legs around his neck, putting all your weight on him in order to cause him to fall back on the ground. "Don't ruin this please." You say looking down at him. 

Dio couldn't look more in love as he takes hold of your ass molding it in between his large hands. You scoot down to Dio's still clocked cock. Massaging it gently, before reaching in and pulling it out, you release a loud gasp at the sight. His cock was enormous, far bigger than any you had seen before. "Don't look so surprised my dear, from now on only expect the most of me." 

You gulp shallowly as you shyly lick the shaft trying to find a way to lube the monstrosity. Dio grits his teeth and closes his eyes as a way to truly feel the pleasure you were delivering to him. You knew you couldn't take him all the way in but damn it if you weren't going to try. As you sucked down, you felt a hand come to rest on your head pushing you forward as Dio grunted. "Take it pet, you can do it." 

You whimper as you feel the head of his cock touch the back of your throat and continuing down. You do your best to breathe out your nose since it was obvious that Dio wasn't letting you stop anytime soon. You had only a little left to go but you knew you wouldn't be able to so you tapped out. Dio smirked grabbing your waist and sitting you down on his cock. Briefly, you rock back and forth covering it in your fluids before you feel like your ready.

"Because you've been so good for me pet, I'll allow you this gift though I personally feel that simply being in my presence you should be wetter than the ocean!" in his had, there is a small box containing a flask. "Alcohol?" you asked sniffing lightly over the entrance. Before you can raise the drink to your lips, Dio snatches it away, "It's oils my dear." you laugh a little scratching the back of your head.

 Dio's face reddened from the sound of your laughter but he shook his self out of his stupor before you could notice. Taking the lube back, you pour a generous amount on your hand before massaging it along with Dio's cock which had now turned a bit pink from being unattended for so long. "How long is this thing?" you mutter silently to yourself making Dio smirk flicking his hair haughtily. "I don't think I should tell you for your mortal mind would not be able to comprehend its glor-" Dio choked on his words quickly reaching out to hold your plush thighs as you slid down a 5th of the way on his cock. 

"Sl-Slow down, pet, w-wouldn't want you to hurt yourself!" Dio moaned as you lightly bounced holding your thighs in a vice grip. Throughout the dark and empty room, you could the high moans you released as you slowly but surely impaled yourself further. "D-Dio, I'm tired!" you stuttered out taking time to catch your breath. "Good." was all Dio said before he began fucking up into you pushing the rest of his member inside of you. 

 Tear's welled up in your eyes as you felt as if you were being split into by his brute strength. You fell forward on Dio's chest having no strength left in your body to hold yourself up as his pelvis slammed into you rhythmically. "Feel me. Feel as your body molds itself perfectly for my cock!" Dio grabs your arms and yanks them back forcing you to sit up and bounce on his cock subsequently making him sheath deeper into you. "Christ!" you cried out as you felt his cock reach impossibly deep inside of you. Your walls trembled with each push of your cervix.

 You were dripping limitlessly on Dio's stomach as your fluids combined together in a swirl of emotion. An emotion so great, neither of you could deny what was there. The way that this otherwise complete stranger was enraptured with you as he watched you boil over with ecstasy was an emotion unmeasured by any science the world would ever be able to come up with. "I'm coming!" Dio declared as he slammed your hip down as he reached his peak, spilling his seed deep within you just as he promised. You shiver as you felt a new kind of warmth filling you to the brim. Dio bends towards you, once again taking your lips within his as he circles your clit bringing you to a satisfying orgasm.

#black y/n #blackreader #kinktober #jojo part 1 #dio brando #dio x reader #jojo bizarre adventure #anime smut #anime imagines

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Bakugou's Little Sister: Deku x reader

         The sun is shining, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and Bakugou is ready to kill a man. The halls of UA are unusually quiet with no students roaming after school, not even the teachers are around. It’s odd but who ca- BAM! The front door slammed wide opened and in came a steaming blonde headed boy. With each step he took the ground underneath him rumbled; Steam rose from his calloused hands with a few sparks here and there. If anyone got in his path I’d hate to be them. He continued on his furious rampage all the way to the doors of class 1A. “..I wonder what the test’s gonna be about..” Deku mumbled nonsense under his breath while packing up his copious amounts of journals and school work. He was off in his own little world, making plans to study later on in the day. Deku would never have guessed what was coming his way.

The classroom doors flung open, startling Deku and ending his train of thought. Sweat started to form on his brow as he slowly turned to see who had made such a big entrance. “H-hey Kacchan!” Deku tried to sound cheerful but the murderous look in Bakugou’s eyes didn’t make it easy. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HUH?” Bakugou stepped closer and slammed his crackling hand on the desk. Deku’s expression blanked as he tried to remember if he did something wrong but nothing came to mind. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Around this time Izuku wished he had left school earlier. Bakugou cackled while his lips turned up in a dangerous smirk, “Playing innocent is GONNA GET YOU DEAD FASTER.” 

Step by step he backed poor Deku into the wall. “I KNOW YOU LIKE MY SISTER SHITHEAD, I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HER. LUCKY FOR YOU I’M GONNA BLAST THAT IDEA RIGHT OUTTA YOUR HEAD! A LOSER LIKE YOU CAN NEVER DATE MY SISTER.” Deku felt his soul leave his body, he thought nobody would ever find out about his secret crush. Thoughts started to race through his mind. Oh God, what if he tells (y/n)? Death sounded pretty nice to him right now. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Deku decided to tell a white lie, realizing that Bakugou is only assuming he has a crush. “YOU FUCKING LIAR. I’M GONNA BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT!” Fuming, Kacchan raised his hand as mini explosions started to erupt from them. Just before he got closer a menacing aura filled the room.

"Katsuki, what the fuck are you doing.” Your voice rang clear as the room became so silent you could hear a pin drop. The menacing aura the two boys felt was coming from you. Your bright scarlet eyes gleamed with a dominance that seemed to run in the Bakugou family. Katsuki, your brother, slowly turned around while dropping his hand to his side. “This shithead is pining after you.” He crossed his arms and growled (like the dog he is). Your head cocked to the side as a malicious smile grew on your face. “If he’s pining after me then let him. Stop being an asshole and mind your own business Suki.” Bakugou did not like your response at all. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME (Y/N)? YOU’RE NOT GONNA GO OUT WITH SHITTY DEKU.” You took Bakugou by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close.    

"YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU BIG BABY. IZUKU ISN’T SHITTY, YOU ARE! NOW GO HOME BEFORE I BEAT YOUR FACE IN.” You let go while glaring at him until he broke, mumbling, “Shut the hell up; you don’t tell me what to do. I’m going home.” Bakugou shoved you aside to walk out the door and before he went out the door he glared at Deku. “Don’t touch my fucking sister or I’ll kill you.” And with that Bakuhoe left grumbling to himself. You turned back to Deku from watching your irritating brother leave the room. He looked a bit stunned but only because of how Bakugou didn’t explode when you yelled at him. 

"T-thanks (y/n).” Deku knew he probably could’ve taken care of the situation but honestly he was relieved because dealing with bakugou is a workout. You just nodded your head, cracking your knuckles. The screaming was hard to listen to but something stood out from what you said. “Do you mean that..?” You crossed your arms, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “If you were pinning after me I wouldn’t mind but you aren’t so forget about it!” You grumbled, a light blush appearing on your face. Deku tried to hide the smile that crossed his from seeing your adorable blush. “Just shut up and listen Izu. I came here to talk to you about something important and I’m not saying it twice.”

Deku nodded his head, looking at you attentively. He wondered what you had to say. The blush on your face turned scarlet as you tried to spit out your confession. Your brows furrowed and you stomped your foot on the ground. “IZUKU MIDORIYA I LIKE YOU!" You yelled it, wanting to dig a nice hole to hide in right afterwards. "DON'T FUCKING SAY ANYTHING JUST TAKE THIS." Your face erupted red like a volcano but it wasn't as red as Deku's. He looked like steam was coming out of his ears. You looked at him, flustered beyond belief, as you pulled a pink letter from your pocket. You shoved it forcefully at his chest while looking at the ground. "HERE!"  

Deku could barely function but he managed to grab the letter. He carefully opened it, taking out the handwritten letter from inside. Rubbing his eyes, he began to read.

Dear mop head,

For some crazy reason I've been in love with you for a long time. Your stupid smile makes feel so happy to see it. Fuck what Bakugou says, you're one of the strongest people I know. I'm not really good with words so I'll keep this short. I know you probably like round face so when you're done reading this; hurry up and get it over with. Just know that I'll be here for you even when you're with her. I love you more than all the freckles on you. 

Love,

(Y/n)

The poor boy had to read it twice just to get his brain to register what you wrote. His hands trembled as he put the letter in his pocket for safe keepings. He looked up at you, drinking in the image of you looking like a flustered schoolgirl. "JUST GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY. " You clenched your shaking fists, wanting this whole thing to be over already. Deku took a step forward with subtle confidence. "(Y/n) I love you too." Saying that was like a dream. He replayed how he would confess to you over and over again. it was going to be this elaborate speech of love and devotion but it only took five simple words to get the job done.

You looked up from the floor with a startled expression. The tips of your ears burning as your mouth hung open like a fish. "But you like Uraraka, Kirishima said it himself!" You couldn't bring yourself to believe that he would like you. Not when all the other girls in class 1A were exceptionally better. "Uraraka isn't the girl I've been liking for the past three years." If his face got any redder he would suffer a heat stroke. He hoped to All Might that this wasn't some malicious prank. You opened your mouth but closed it. Your expression was covered by your hair as you stepped towards him.

 Deku thought you were going to kill him from the way you walked closer. What really happened was definitely not what he thought would happen. You shot your hand out to grab him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer. Your face was beat red, only inches away from his own scarlet face. With a quick tug of his shirt, the gap closed. Your soft, pink lips were on his. It took a few moments for him to realize what was happening but, once he figured it out he returned the kiss happily. It felt like an eternity passed in a couple seconds. 

You pulled back and let go of the shirt, quickly putting your hands behind your back. You twiddled your thumbs while looking down at the floor. If Bakuhoe saw you now he would've laughed right in your face. Deku just stood there for a moment trying to process what happened. After what seemed like forever, he cleared his throat. "(Y/n) will you be my girlfriend..?" His voice wavered at the end but he got his point across. You looked up and stared, "you really mean that? Don't lie to me shitface." Even in moments like these you still managed to call him that.

"I wouldn't lie to you." And with that a smile erupted on your face. "Fine, I'll be your girlfriend but only cause you asked." You grabbed his hand rather gently and intertwined your fingers with his. He smiled cheerfully, still with a massive blush on his face, as you started to pull him out of the classroom. "Where are we going?" He looked a bit confused while you continued down the hall. You didn't answer and it seemed like you weren't ever going to but, you suddenly stopped and turned around with furrowed brows and a big blush. "WE'RE GOING ON A DATE."

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Originally I was going to add a bonus of Uraraka and Mina betting on if they were going to get together or not. I got lazy and decided not to ✨. Also, sorry about not being able to costumize your character. Since the reader is Bakugou's sister, you gotta have red eyes and blonde hair. (You're not adopted, sorry)

#bnha #izuku mydoria #bakuhoe #fanfiction #dumb #pog champ #deku x reader

[ipurpleyou1993]

My thoughts on:

Melting Me Softly

Starring: Ji Chang Wook/Won Jin-ah/Yoon Sae-ah

- For those who do not know, this series is Ji Chang Wook's comeback entry since his military service ended. So, safe to say, many have high hopes for the series. 😊

- How hard is it to lose the one you love - in this case, death? Bez, it's super hard.

This gets even harder when you do not have proof of their disappearance and ONLY ASSUME that you've lost them.

Imagine the pain of having to mourn a loved one that you are still hoping to find alive in the back of your heart and mind.

This may sound like a spoiler but I literally cried on the second episode. ANG SAKIT! 😭🥺🙈

- Family FIRST. We all love our family. I love how this series shows us that no matter our age, we will all still be someone's child and sibling. We protect and love our own. And we will do all things we can to support them.❤️

- Pateince is key. 💯 So for the pilot episode, I had so many questions in mind already. I found it very confusing. Although I have to admit, it will all make sense as the episodes progress. Hence the first sentence - PATIENCE IS KEY. 🙈🤣

The Gist:

The series is about two individuals who entered a cryonics experiment during the 1980s for a variety show.

It was intended to be a 24-hour experiment but due to unfortunate circumstances, they woke up 20 years after.

In total, there were 6 participants in the experiment. But only two agreed to show their face for the viewership of the variety show.

One of the two participants to to agree is Ma Dong Chan. He is the male lead in the story and is played by Ji Chang Wook

Ma Dong Chan is a renowned director during his time. He is known to have the golden touch for all the shows he directed turned out to be certified blockbusters. He participated in this program because he is the kind of director to do all-bizarre things to prove a point. He believes that it is possible to change the world through positive and innovative media platforms.

The second participant is Ko Mi Ran. She is the female lead in the story and is played by Won Jin Ah.

Ko Mi Ran is every woman out there - she does everything for her family. Especially for her special needs brother. The reason she participated in the experiment is for her brother. You'll find out more when you watch it. 😉

The story begins after they wake up 20 years post-freezing. In 2 decades, everyone and everything changed, though for the two of them, it was literally just yesterday.

See how they cope with the change and how things progress from there in the series. 💜

What I liked about the series:

- First of all, JI CHANG WOOK! ❤️ We all know that Ji Chang Wook is a certified OPPA. No questions asked. From Healer to The K2 to Empress Ki, he made us fall in love with him - ALL THE FREAKIN' WAY. 😍❤️😊

I love how Ji Chang Wook got the role of an angsty director this time. It suits him - with his charming looks and seductive charisma. 😉❤️😋 This just goes to show that due to his great acting skills, any role just works for the man.

In reference to his director role, I love how he always says (as Ma Dong Chan) that he became a variety show director to give the people something to look forward to amidst all the negativity the world brings.

And when asked: Why do you go extreme measures for a variety show?

He always answers: Because I have to do what others are afraid of doing to make a change.

You see? He gave inspiring a new meaning. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

But seriously tho, it's so hard not fall in love with JCW. He's just... well look at that 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

- This is my first encounter with Won Jin Ah. I've got to say, the image of a frail woman suits her. She's sooooooo thin - LITERALLY. Hahahaha! I think one strong wind blow can affect her balance. 🙈😂🤪 But I appreciated her acting. Good job, girl! 💯

I like her character's feistiness, tho. She looks frail but her will power is strong. She will do everything in her power to support her family. Isn't she all of us? Hahahaha! Go for #GirlPower! 💜👍🏻💯

- I love the friendship of Ko Mi Ran, Kyung Ja and Young Seon. Despite the 20 year hiatus on their friendship, they still managed to chat and bond as if it was just yesterday.

Don't we all wish we have this kind of relationship? One that can withstand long pauses and boys coming in between. #SANAALL 😊❤️👍🏻

- The chemistry. ❤️ I've read reviews saying that JCW and WJA lack the connection required to make a kilig series. But I saw the chemistry. There's just so much push-and-pull going on that it makes the heart cringe and wonder - ANO NA BA TALAGA?!?!

- THE KISSING SCENE THAT WAS THE TALK OF THE TOWN!!!

SPOILER ALERT!

Check out this link👇🏻👇🏻

https://youtu.be/zveSVEdFuyI

Now we all understand why it trended that time. Who wants to go next?? MEEEEEEEEE! 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

- I SUPER LOVE THE OST - BGM included. 💯👏🏻🎉 Tell Me, Please by Yeonjung is my personal pick! 😉😊👍🏻

As previously mentioned, I love all the music pieces included in the OST. They're all full of emotions suited for every scene it was played. Kudos to the music team of the series. Gujab! 👍🏻👏🏻🎉💯

I also liked the snippet of Can't Take My Eyes Off of You on the first episode (with Ko Mi Ran dancing in her PJ's). Hihi. ❤️😊💯

Link will be provided below for easier reference. 😊

- I love beautiful relationships between FAMILY. I liked how the family relations were displayed in the series - it was genuine and sincere. Makes you want to be a part of their family. 😊

- I love the comedy stint between Ma Dong Chan and his niece, Ma Seo Yoon.

In reality, it's actually rare for older people to listen to kids her age. But she is well-versed when it came to technological advances, what's in and what's not, and just LIFE in general. I found it funny because Ma Dong Chan actually listens to her and she MAKES A LOT OF SENSE - actually, she's MORE SENSIBLE than the adults in her home. 🤣🤣🤣

- I also liked the funny realization Young Seon had about her husband and son. This can be considered one of the best scenes in the series - for me at least. Hahahaha!

In reality (in the series), it is not intended to be funny. But it came across as funny to me because...well...20 years has passed and it is history repeating itself - literally. 🤣🤣🤣

Cons:

- Honestly? I found the beginning of the series very NOISY. All the shouting was literally banging my eardrums while watching. I almost skipped the first episode because of this. 🤷🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️

Also, the first episode was trying to be funny - and when I say trying, it was very evident that they were trying. Good thing tho, Ji Chang Wook was able to comvince me to continue watching despite this. 💁🏻‍♀️

- The 20-year love story gap did not quite work for me. Was too awkward to watch. Personal opinion, tho. 💁🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

- The acting appears to be too theatrical for me. It's soooooo exaggerated especially with the scenes of Hyeon Gi and Hong Seok. 🙅🏻‍♀️

- The villain's existence is somewhat "short-lived" and all over the place.

You're kinda expecting a lot of action since the series progresses in such a way but then, it turns out to be a "meh" ending for the villain. Then, the continuation of the evilness seemed as though it was put there just for the sake of it. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I don't want to compare, but I'm so used to korean villains who are so agitating that they make you cringe on so many levels.

Soundtrack:

Melting Me Softly OST Playlist

Just a bonus clip since I really loved the scene this was played in 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

https://youtu.be/AiIBKcd4m5Q

There goes my thoughts. Happy reading and watching! 💜

CTTO - Photos/GIFs/Music

#kdrama #kdrama review #Melting Me Softly #Melting Me Softly Review #Review #Ji Chang Wook #Ma Dong Chan #Won Jin Ah #Ko Mi Ran #Go Mi Ran

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https://soundcloud.com/kimsomoe/sets/it-wrote-itself-a-project-by-tholang-mahloko?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=1

IT WROTE ITSELF

A PROJECT BY THOLANG MAHLOKO

AHH

SOUNDS USED: FX- 001, PERC - 001, FX - 007, FERRO - 11v1 - 160, FERRO - 32V1 - 147, SCIFI AMBIENCE.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

INTRODUCTION: MORNING PT1

EARLY MORNING BREATH CHANGING SEASONS TO HOURS

MORNING LIGHTS STRETCHS THE SHADOW, PEALED BACK AND DESOLVED REVEALING A NEW DAY

A SPACE AND MOMENT IN TIME WHEN THE RITUAL BEGINS

A CYCLE STARTS, THE FOUNDATIONS WIRED WITH YESTER YEARS MOMENTUM

IN THOUGHT, BEING, REACTION, EXISENCE

365 CHARACTERS: 24 PERSONALITIEES, 12 UNBREAKABLE HABBITS IN EACH INDIVIDUAL CHARACTER

A CYCLE OF 7 IN AN INFINITE EXPRSSION

THERE IS NO KNOWN LOOP ONLY FAMILIAR TEXTURES

IN SAND LIKE DREAMS WE CANNOT MAKE UP

WHAT HAPPENS WITH IN IS MICROSCOPIC

THE SUN THE LIGHT USED TO OBSERVE US FROM ABOVE

THE MOON ONY A REFLECTION OF THEIR ENVIRONMENT MEGASCOPIC TO OUR SENSATIONS

APEARENCE VERSUS REALITY WHEN REALITY IS NOT A CONSTRUCT OF WE

A WORLD OF PERMENET STRUCTURES AND REPLACEBLE LIVES

SECOND CLASS CITEZENS COMMERCIALIZED SLAVES OF EVERY COLOUR

COMMERCIALISED STUPIDITY,

YOU WILL NEVER EXIST IN A WORLD WHICH YOU HAVE NOT CREATED

BREWED

SOUNDS USED: DEMIJHN_006, 15 LITER VAT 003, VAT 006, BARRIQUE 011, 1000 LITER TANK007, DIATMITE FILTER 009, HHE05H (x2), WARM 808 216 TUNED.

INSTRUMENTS: BASS (N/A), VIOLA, VIOLIN, , KICK 004, KICK 008, SOFT PIANO x2, TRUMPET FIELDS: coast is clear 2 (LABS), INSERT 15.

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INNER WORKINGS PT2

WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS TRACK I IMMEDIETLY START THINKING ABOUT INNER WORKINGS IN A CITY. HOW WE INTERACT, MORE ESPECILLY THE MACRO INNER WORKINGS, THE INVISIBLE DETAILS WHICH STEM FROM EACH INDIVIDUAL. THE SUBLE ELECTRICITY WHICH IS EVER PRESENT, EVENUALLY TTHE PEOPLE IN OUR DREAMS ARE KNOWN CHARACTERS AROUND US. THERE IS NO INVERSE, ONLY ANOTHER PERSPECTIVE. DO WE FUNCTION ON MISUNDERSTANDING? IS THE IDEA OF CURIOSITY OBSTRUCTED BY THE VERY THING WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND, THE INDIVIDUAL? WHEN ARE WE AND WHAT ARE WE REALLY DOING. THIS IS WHEN I BEGIN TO LAUGH AT MYSELF. THERE IS NO WAY ANYONE CAN TAKE THIS THING SERIOUSY, WHY WOULD NYONE PARTICIPATE? ANOTHER THOUGHT ARRISES AS I WRITE THIS, IT COULD BE POSSIBLE THAT THE WORLD IS MADE UP OF INDIVIDUALS WHO NEVER TRULLY PARTICIPATED. WE WERE ALL NOT PICKED AT SOME POINT. BUT I DIGRESS, THAT IS FOR COMEDY. ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE, WE ARE ALL SCARED INDIVIUDALS EXPERIENCING THE SHCK TO TO EXISTENCE. NONE OF US HAVE LIVED TWICE TO EVER TELL THE STORY. PARTICIPATING WHILE BEING AWARE OF WHO THE IDEA CAME TO BE AND ALL THE POSSOBLE REASONS AND UNFINNISHED REASON TO ITS BEING. PLEASE HEAL AND GIVE YOURSELF TIME.

CORE

SOUNDS USED: 808 N/A

INSTRUMENTS: HI SHK2, CL OHH2, VB SHK1, DO K1, CSP SNR2, DHI SNR, CRP H, DSC H, KL H, UN HDJ BPL 03, 90'S DNnB PAD.

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FORWARDS: PT3

SOUNDS USED: BAN K, SNP CLP, BNGO 3, CONGO 4, CONGO 7, TAB 2, REVOLVER BASS x2, REVOLVER WHISTLE x2, REVOLVER MANDOLIN x8, G VOCAL FX, F PACIFY, PHANTOM CHORD.

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO LABS x2, MOON GUITAR, TRUMPET, DRUMS.

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WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

INTRODUCTION PT4

What is the use of marketing purpose if your showing a billion images at once at an individual? There is no balance, the only curency witout waves is war and peace, a stagnant ocean with every creature dead preaching repetition and pardon. A teenage existence with an idea ploughed by media the first day it came to be, as a teenage shoot ever showerd by the static from electronic devices it stared and lost time to, lost pieces of sight, taste, scent, touch, hearing of sound and possible thought to. Self awereness contrasted with procrastinating. What a beautiful name given to the most vile thing we can do to ourselves. Procrastination is suicide, you do not get back the time you smeared all over the clock you have no idea came to be.

Life is the ability to participate in the most beautifuly and most RaRa (God in English) event ever to th etake place in any existence or possible existence, infinity. RaRa aware of itself, respectfuly with every being of my light through its light. This they call language is too part of the caurency with no wave. How many rules will you be taught about the language you based your survival on, a laguage and sound which is neither concered about you and never infinitly will, a language which changes the very ound of your inside voice, voice in dream, voice in being, including the voice which is. This is the most simple code ever write or ever though of which never was writen or even spoken, its a code which honestly does not go beyond the strucures of the sky, beyond that it is what every individual seeks, the truth, away from the fine detailed sigoggily manner, it is the light or idea we're all right about. Language is under developed to describe it. Each time an individual seeks a description of this the answer is to build and present what was built as thhe answer to their curiosity. The only language further there after is the laguage of building to communicate. A language equally as beautiful and necesary the building is the language of deconstruction.

HEAVY

SAMPLE USED: ANITA BAKER - LOVE YOU TO THE LETTER.

INSTRUMENTS: PERC 13, LOP SBR 4, DSC K, UN AFC OPH 05, UB KAT LAYER F #2, UN IL02 ASH IPI 16, UN SBR OTH 13, HI SHKR 5, WU RZA HAT 22#2.

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LISTEN AND REMEBER: PT5

I HAVE THIS IDEA TO FILM A GENTLE WHO IVE SEEN AND WATCHED AS A CHILD WHEN MOVING TO KIMBELRLEY. THE GENTLE MAN PREACHES RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY WHERE INDIVIDUALS FREEELANCE WITHNO PAY AS INDIVIDUALS. A JOB TITLE WHICH BRINGS THE NOST REPULSIVE ANXIETY. MY DREAM WAS TO FILM HIM TALKING AND THEN EDITING THE FOOTAGE AS PART OF A PROJECT MAKING A SHORT FILM WITH THIS IDEA. I AM WRITING AND BUSY PUTTING TOGETHER THIS PROJECT. IT IS ITS WON DRIVER. I AM MEARLY THE VESSLE AND TOOL TO BE USED TO MAKE THIS COME TO LIFE.

HOPE

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, STRINGS LONG, AMPLIFIED CELLO QUARTET, MOON GUITAR, DRUMS, TRUMPET.

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WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

NOPE: PT6

MY SIGHT IS NOT A MARKETING TOOL. MY TASTE IS NOT A BARGANING TOOL. MY FACE IS NOT A MEASURING TOOL. SIT DOWN AND BARE WITNESS THE POTRAIT NOT IN SCHOOL.

MY BREATHING THEY WANT IT.

MY FREDOM THEY WRITE IT. MY SYMPTOMS THEY SELL ME A LITTER OR BUCKE.

MY BODY I OWN IT THE COLTHING IS BONDAGE, EACH PIECE OF THEIR FABRIC IS PRISON FOR PROFIT. THE BLUE SKY HAS PATENTS. ADVERTS SCREEN WORDS, VERBAL CANCER PATIENCT. EACH ROCKET HIT THE MOON FLY A MIRROR SPACE SHIP.

ONIONS NEVER END, CARROT TOOTS KNOWN TO BEND. MONE GOT YOUR EYES OUT. EAGER WATCHING CLOWNS LIE. WE ONLY ETING SEED SPROUT.

ONLY BREATHING CLEAN NOW. DON'T FORGET TO BREATHE OUT. PERFECT THE BREATH IN. EACH DAY THE SKY IS NOT THE SAME, EACH MMENT THE SKY IS NOT THE SAME.S

JAMS

BONUS

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DO NOT: PT7

DO NOT SUPPRESS MY THOUGHT. MY HAND ACCEPTS MY THOUGHTS. THE WORLD IS BURNING QUENCH THE THIRST ADD WATER STIR THE MELTING POTS. EXPRESS EXISTENCE KNOW THE PICTURE YOURSELF AS GOD.

KEEP THYSELF

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, DRUMS,SLAP BASS, STRAT MUTE, PAD FIELD CHORUS, ATTACK TAP, ATTACK GLASS TAP, ATTACK BLIP, COLLIDER DESERT PING 01, ATTACK BLIP, COLLIDER DESERT PING 01, COLLIDER DESET RATTLE02, COLLIDER REVERSE BEEP , COLLIDER REVERSE RULER 02, FRATURE ABSTRACT 02, FRACTURE PERC 06, FRACTUE PERC10, ATTACK TAP 2, ATTACK GLASS TAP 03, ATTACK BLIP 03, COLLIDER DESSERT PING 01, COLLIDER DESSERT RATTLE 02, COLLIDER REVERSE BEEP 02, FRACTURE ABSTRACT 02 FRACTURE PERC, FRACTURE PEC 10.

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KIMSOMOE

CULTURE IS TOXI:C PT8

Cuture is toxic. What is it that an individual is able to achieve while being, in their own individuals mindset and by its own standards against itself and itself holesomely? What do i possess tha makes me worthy to even begin to think about describing what another individual is experiencing; in regards to existence. In this essay i will attempt to unpack my obsrvations from an individuals experience of existence.

Culture is the aquired abity of choosing to tolerate your enironment including everything with in the environment part of the same exisiting body, both aware and unaware in a condenced stucture which is forced to follow synthetic rules to everything it finds in this environment which it itself is forgine and alien to. everthought is a copy of its image in its minute scale throughout the infinite, using infiniy as a scale of measure. There is a specific presence which comes with structure, rutine, fixed form, conclusion, fear or control. It resembles a two-way mirror, your being feels the presence of others, you have aquired this skill and deveoped it your interire life and are presently developing it, infinity. This is when the human being functions below 30 percent of brain capacity. Everything around us is meant to affect and effect our minds and disrupt the natural flow of imagry in the mind. Existing in spaces filled with mixed races and energies, it is true that energy can be transfered thus proving that energy is different forms and states. Emotion can be translated to colour and sound; language as sound linked to the visual espect of reality as colour, the image we're seeing is a controlled mixes of colours, sounds, movments, vibrations and structured-confusion.

SOUL

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, MODULAR PIANO, CHOIR, SOFT PIANO, STRINGS, SOFT PIANO, MOON GUITAR, AMPLIFIED CELLO QUARTET, LNG SHK1, ML SKR8, HI SHK3, BRW H, CID H1, CLN H3, BCK SNR, DR SNR, BEF K, BNC K, KICK 04.

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WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

Aristotle and Plato: PT9

Plato <conservitive teorist. use your brain

beter listen to your inner voice

''mortals think GODS are born like them, born etc''

''there is an eternal relm of ideas. Prorotypes, reflections of thing which we glance at here on earth''.

''we do not experience reality in the real world. only its dim shadow''.

''what was behind life. did it start with water or fire or other material. flesh?''

''ideal realities are perefect because it is imature and changing, objects wwe see around us are enfirior because the change. A perect object will not need to change because it was perfect. The heavenly bodies are not inferior, but they change in the same way...consistently''

nothing is more effective than practice.

writing in being

the language of being is silence while being. // a collection of data/ideas/information/exposure in a space of focus.eg art, sculoture, interactions, engeneering, designing, rain, illness ect.

it never ends.

You will never reach the tip of sight- Katvonte

you are between reality and system.

you are a transduce which updates and pgrades itself which silmutaiously reinvventing yourslf at th same pace you experienc ea nd explore a themomitor for self.

10:35: PT10

climbing the textures of sight

ladders of self, engineered experienced, thrgh sound pours, thoughts gasoing for air, the oxygen contaminated by language, transmitted in word, spoken in nibd remembered when clouds curse the body with thirst.

HE.i

< concept - twho vharacters, both are the same person. We one sleeps, the other wakes up.

Skin will shed

tightly closing eyelids darkened sight is future reference

blackest sky is frain clouds are watered floods are quencing

thirst a secondary espect tongues are taught to sound smooth

sounds prove proof water tight yet liquid penetrates bounds stood

skin will shed at times of rest

a hueman's colour information metermorphs

butterfly digitally menueverig to sweeter crops

crope circles, find earth, flat plane, suns left, smoke sight, feel hear, noise numb

i pricked scent

birth a preset, set of rules a throne to detect, deflower the petal it roots ground.

THANDI COMING HOME

SOUNDS USED: 23 TRO MLON C3 OOG

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, CHOIR, STRINGS, APLIFIED CELLO QUARTET x2

(written on MUSESCORE)

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WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

INTRODUCTION PT11

Akama (2012) states that culture is“that complex whole which includes knowledge, belief, arts, society” (p. 91). Culture is passed on from generation to generation. The acquisition of culture is a result of the socialisation process. Explaining how culture is passed on as a generational heritage, Fafunwa (1974: 48) writes that: The child just grows into and within the cultural heritage of his people. He imbibes it. Culture, intraditional society, is not taught; it is caught. The child observes, imbibes and mimics the action of his elders and siblings. He watches the naming ceremonies, religious services, marriage rituals, funeral obsequies. He witnesses the coronation of a king or chief, the annual yam festival, the annual dance and acrobatic displays of guilds and age groups or his relations in the activities.

TIME IN HANDS

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, STRINGS, CHOIR,GUITAR, GUITAR, OIEZO, SLAP BASS, , BL K.

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WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

DANGERS AND FEAR: PT11

What are you afraid of?

This is no way linked to fear or danger.I am afraid of not fulfilling my potential. I am afraid of seeing and experiencing, letting, everyone who believes in me, down and experiencing theing feeling after toward me. I nw realise that i am only incharge of my existence and what actions and choices i take/make. It is not i my power to change your mind. I am only there to provide my 'subjective'data and information so you want to react to it. i should not worry about what others react or how they react or anything tied to their reaction.

I now reatlise that i mostly fearded what others thought eg. what are you affraid when both parties are affraid, given that they have an equal expeience of existence. Staing calm alows one to slow their oppinions, environment, objects and subjects become clear and you are the force which directs the experience.

What makes you tick?

This is more evident that one should always kill internal and personal insecurieties. You only fold when you know the weak spot to be weak and you submit to yor oponent. ''Enemy'' is an emotive response and labe/classification you overwhelm yourself ith the energy of discovering weak spot in yourself and others coming to thst conclusion about yourself.

We are made in the image of God. if one creates an image after theirs that means we should be ourselves and perfect. Our Perfectness overwhelms our percieved imperfections. Nothing we do is imperfect, just does not suit our pallets.

The esiest way to build virtual reality is through a language.

TIRED

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SOUNDS HUMAN: PT12

Speaking language is the ability to understand sounds humans have designated subjectively as a collective to communicte by selectively assigning sounnd to emotion or feeling(feeling is not emootion, rather it is a descriotion of the osychological state an individual is in, influenced not only by the interaction within the moment but by their entire lives affect this moment furthermore the infkuences *external too* & choices add on to this perferct chaos of communication further more from life being one entire moments experience).

Emotions are subjective. in this existence we spend our entire lives barely able to communicte the idea of what we are thinking or how we percieve things. As individual why do we use only one languange? (Depending on where you are, i will use English in this regard) is the idea of laguage sso clouded that the us eof one language seems to be corret? I'll make an obsrvation: you as a person to boil a cup of tea for you with three seaspoons of sugar and no milk, the agree to your request bringing you a cup of tea, as you taste this tea, to your individuals perspective and eperirnce, this is nota two teaspoon cup of tea, it tastes like it has four. In sths short story what we should conceider are a few ideas anemly, the tea drinkers history and how she grew up and what two teaspoons of sugar is for her, through measurement or simply suggest that she had different spoon sizes growing up. This idea should be extended in also acknowlaging the perspective of the one who made the tea, their history and their personal undrstanding.

THE STORY BEHIND

BONUS.

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WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

What do you like?: PT13

purity - one should be transparnt beyond the barriers of the word, beyond the social bariers and current updates in modern day of the word and what individuals 9thriugh time0 set barriers to the word. This should not be confused with truth. Purity enables the individuals humanities be at an equilibriu and everything aligned to it.

thruth - '' including my enire existence, being, light, wisom, memeory, beyond, am not in ay different phases as i am now and will be later and in the future times we meet. Any shift and/or of phase, you will be updated.'' This topic should be the primary drive to existene and to the experience of life. Truth becomes, it is a part of what builds the force. No question, no doubt.

being - Ye. This is a state where one is. No internal factors are able to change thi state moreso, no external factors affect the individual.

focus - there are no barriers in the number of subjects or actions one needs to complete or brig to a state where you have completed what you need to do. Focus is the means to complete or do what needs to be done consostently. This is in no way appart of consistency.

consistency - The art of training the wills mind power to flowas you breathe, blink, digest, moveblood through your body, keep your electric megnatism flawlessly in pure pattern which is no pattern yet it flows. ''wate''.

understanding - In no way is this linked to submitting to anyone including to yourself. This is the ability to disect yourself, sift through yourself, better yourself and continue searching and eposing yourself to informtion.

know - mastering your environment is God. Your environment includes, self-knowledge, the awareness of life forms, the awareness of other knowledge and wisdom, mastering the unseen environment, the ability to put individuals in that mind frame.

action - This rukes out procrastination. This is applying and moving toard your goal or what ritual needs to be preformed to bring about this menifistation.

standing my gtound firmy - This includes the focus of all your likes ino oneself and applying this into the real world and the world percieved by individuals. This goes beyond anyones belief rather, the beief of truth.

afirm your ideas - Your ideas are an extention of yourself. Extended yourself and put life in it. Make in thr image of God.

the ability to see bryond people - ''the light in your eye is the space which your atoms have not connected''.

This is the ability to see the difference in force between oneself and the external environment which my existence has nothing t do with me. The abilitiy to anrticulate my history, ancistory and being. This helps exercise my future and affirms that the generaion will continue. Thishelps one understandtheir genetics and bility to procreate, exell, behave, diet, move, exposed to, how to conduct converstation and cntrol oneself.

cellphones are ment to silence you.

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