#maybe this is why there are only 25 people in paris

[verstappen-cult]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 04. THE CLIFFHANGER

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summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and a tiny bit of angst because why not.

TWITTER — JUL 11 & 12, 2023

INSTAGRAM POST — JUL 15, 2023

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paddockgossip We have some interesting news about Charles and Y/N relationship! They both were at an event last night, but with two different people and (thanks to our insider!) we know that they didn’t talked or crossed paths, they didn’t even looked at each other! Do we know why? Maybe it was Charles’ plus one, who is, if you’ve been following their relationship, the same girl Charles was seen with back in Austria.

Trouble in paradise? We all saw the pictures of Y/N and her ex-boyfriend Andrew Garfield out and about in London just a few days ago. And now we only have this mess which seems to be following both Charles and Y/N everywhere they go.

Is this the end of a relationship that had only just begun?

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user98 i don’t think they’re together anymore. it didn’t look serious from the beginning

user99 Charles deserves better. This girl was on a date with her ex boyfriend a few days ago, I wouldn’t forgive that so easily.

user01 okay but you don’t know what happens behind closed doors user99 I’m just saying what Charles should do. user02 but you’re not charles leclerc, are you?

user03 i’m a child of divorce

user04 I haven’t even got them over my parents divorce and now this happens

user05 They both are being sooo childish

user06 i prefer him dating his friend than this girl

user07 what friend? user06 the one he was with in Austria, i think she’s an influencer, i’m not sure user08 y/n is WAY better user09 Maybe Charles is the problem. Let’s not do this awful thing between women like you always do when shit happens

user10 I hate gossip pages so much.

user11 NOOO I loved them together 😭

user12 that was such a power couple

Y/N’S iMESSAGE — JUL 15, 2023

INSTAGRAM STORIES — JUL 17, 2023

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📍 PARIS, FRANCE — JUL 25, 2023

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charles_leclerc A little escapade before flying to Belgium. I haven’t slept in two days, can you see?

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user13 someone teach him how to dress

user14 y/n was doing a good job user13 but then they broke up user15 THEY WHAT

user16 hold on ☝🏻 he’s in france??? in a fashion show?? as in y/n’s walking that fashion show fashion show??

user17 I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING user18 I think you’re onto something

user19 why is he wearing that to a FASHION show

user20 is it true he’s dating an italian influencer?

user21 Charles is dating @/yourusername user22 no they broke up user23 we don’t know that

user24 Y/N’S IN THE LIKES

user25 WAR IS OVER OH MY GOOOD JSHDVDHAJAA

user26 i’m in denial until someone confirms y/n and charles broke up

user27 you and me both user28 charles is attending the same fashion show she’s in. look at her stories!!

📍 PARIS, FRANCE — JUL 25, 2023

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voguemagazine Say hello to our @/yourusername opening this week’s #FashionShow in Paris.

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📍 PARIS, FRANCE — JUL 25, 2023

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paddockgossip Alert, Alert! Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend, Y/N L/N, spotted leaving the Fashion Show Y/N walked in just a few hours ago. They’re currently in Paris, a quick ‘escapade’ as the Monégasque called it before flying all the way to Belgium for the final race before the Summer Break.

Remember that just ten days ago we were telling you how we thought things weren’t good between them and were waiting for a breakup confirmation. We were wrong! Let’s hope things are okay and we can see more of Y/N paddock’s fashion in the future. All the best for them.

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user29 oh god no please

user30 I thought we already got rid of her

user31 i don’t like her, she doesn’t seem nice

user32 Mmh this kinda looks like PR

user33 i thought the same but idk in the pics pop crave shared they look v cozy

user34 some people feel too comfortable judging y/n just because it’s charles.

user35 like grow up girl you’re never gonna date him lol

user36 this comment section didn’t pass the vibe check

user37 charles always dates toxic people

user38 i doesn’t seem serious to me

user39 matching glasses, such a power couple

user40 i don’t like her but they look good together

user41 i hate her sm she’s everywhere 🤢

user42 if you don’t know her just search what happened between her and sebastian stan

user43 there’s a pretty long ass thread on twitter with timelines and all y’all should check it out user44 that relationship was so toxic i’m glad my boy found his way out of there user45 she has said in a lot of interviews that she regrets everything that happened between them and that they’re on good terms now user46 besides they both were so young user45 they blame her when he was the one who cheated on her a hundred times

user47 she’s ben through a lot of toxic relationships i hope this one is different

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TWITTER — JUL 25, 2023

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note: oh my god!! hiii <3 sorry for not posting sooner but a few things happened and… well. there’s just only one chapter left! i can’t believe this is ending. like you don’t know that i had such a good time doing this smau. i’ll probably write an extra part, like a blurb or something about the conversation y/n and charles had if that’s something you’d like to read?! please let me know (it would be posted after the final chapter). 🤍

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[frevandrest]

Is there a timeline for Saint-Just’s divorce opinions? I remember him early on writing that it was immoral and then he said a marriage could be separated if the couple didn’t have children in 7? years.

There are only two "phases" that we know of (against then in favour); or, rather, only one source/point when he voiced he was against divorce. This is in his 1791 book "L'esprit de la révolution". In it, SJ says that divorce ruins the social contact, but doesn't elaborate much. I mean, there is an entire chapter about it, but it's a few paragraphs long (half of which are ramblings about Rome and God/religion). I honestly must admit that I don't understand why he argues against. He says that it's against nature. That book aged badly like a week (?) after it was published, because it praised the Constitutional monarchy and then soon after Louis decided to take a trip to Varennes.

So soon after, in "De la Nature", we have SJ arguing pro divorce, and he remained very in favour of it for the rest of his life. Now, we don't know when "De la Nature" was written, but it had to be after "L'esprit" but before September 1792 (when divorce was legalized), because he talks about how divorce should be allowed (implying that it's not yet legal at the time of writing). He said some really based things in "De la Nature" about the rights of women (of which divorce is important aspect) but I need to go through that book to be able to talk about details. As I understand, he talks about how the existence of divorce would ensure independence (I guess as in, autonomy). (I think this independence when it comes to women is a theme he mentions more than once in his writings, though in different contexts). Then in "Les Fragments d'institutions républicaines" (written sometimes in late 1793-early 1794), he talks positively about divorce once again. Although here it is more in practical terms (since it was already legal), so he was writing about the regulations surrounding divorce and the rights of children after divorce.

"he said a marriage could be separated if the couple didn’t have children in 7? years."

Yes, but he does not give this as a condition under which a divorce can happen - he advocated for free divorce without a reason. This note says that a couple that has no children after 7 years is divorced by law and must separate. Like a mandatory divorce in this situation? Which may sound strange, given that he wrote a few paragraphs earlier that "man and a woman who love each other are married" so... what if those childless people love each other, Antoine? (Spoiler: he never explains). So this is really wtf and contradictory and some historians tried to explain it as SJ seeing having children as marriage's only purpose (so if no children = divorce), and idk, maybe? But I don't really see it. SJ generally writes so much about the right of women to decide on their spouse, AND he openly says that a man and a woman who love each other are married and they don't have to tell anyone (they can keep it a secret), unless she gets pregnant, when they must declare it. So he definitely argued for the existence of marriage without children. Which makes this comment about mandatory divorce after 7 years very confusing.

But! Let's not forget that this was 18c century and boy did they love to include things that were happening around them as if those are universal laws (to the point where you can glean people's personal biographies through srs political writing). In this case, we know that Thèrése Gellé left her husband on the 7th anniversary of their marriage (25 July 1793), and they did not have children.

No idea if SJ had any link to Thèrése at the time, but this was a marriage that affected him a lot in 1786 and SJ Never Forgets. And we know he knew of Thèrése's escape to Paris after she left her husband so he definitely knew of this incident (since he was believed to had kidnapped her and/or responsible that she left). So I am positive that this note in the Institutions was inspired by the event, for whatever reason.

#ask #anonymous #frev #saint-just

[holylulusworld]

The pie whisperer

Summary: Dean gets lost and found.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Baker!Reader

Square 25 filled for Lulu’s XMAS Bingo: Lonely on Christmas

Square 20 filled for @spnchristmasbingo​: Pie

Square 2 filled for @anyfandomaubingo​: Baker!Reader

Warnings: none, fluff maybe

Words: 600+

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Dean doesn’t know why he strolls through the deserted streets. He puffs out a huff and rubs his arms with his hands.

“Freezing my ass off wasn’t in my plans. Thanks for nothing Sammy,” the hunter grumbles. His brother wanted them to check on yet another mysterious death, only for Sam to run off with Eileen to find a specific book. “If you want to get laid, warn me next time.”

“Sir, can I help you?” he cocks his head to glance at you. “You look a little lost. Do you want me to show you the way?”

“I was looking for—” he shrugs. Dean doesn’t know what he was looking for. “Food.” He clears his throat. “What I meant is that I was looking for a restaurant.”

“Oh, this,” you jab your finger over your shoulder, “is my bakery. If you are hungry, you can eat here.” You won’t miss the chance to lure in yet another customer. Christmas Eve or not. You need the money.

“Bakery,” he gasps audibly. “Do you have pie? Real pie. Not the crap they wanted to sell me at the other bakery. They called it pie, but it was cake. Cake! I hate cake. I want pie.”

“Well then,” you snicker as he hopefully looks at you, “you got lost in the right place. Follow me inside if you want some pie. I’ll grant you the Christmas discount for lonely hearts.”

“I’m not lonely,” you unlock the backdoor of your little bakery to let him in. “I don’t celebrate Christmas. My brother is out and about with a friend or his girlfriend. I don’t know, to be honest. They didn’t put a label on it yet.”

“You don’t celebrate Christmas. How sad,” letting him inside you sigh. “I have to work on Christmas Eve to make some more money. Holidays seasons always mean fast cash.”

“Fash cash, huh?” you close the door behind him and lock it. “Did you lure me in to make more money, miss?”

“Nah, I was bored, and you looked like you need food and hot cocoa,” you shrug. “Do you want some pie and a hot beverage or not, Sir?”

“Dean,” he says while looking around your little bakery. “Why are you not at home and celebrating Christmas?”

“My parents worked all their life. Six years ago, they gave me half of the money I need to open my bakery. I wanted to pay them back and gifted two tickets to Paris to them for Christmas.”

“You’re alone on Christmas too.”

“Kinda. I chose to be alone on Christmas to make the people I love happy,” smiling softly you watch Dean sit down at one of the few tables at your little bakery. “It’s only one Christmas. And I made a lot of money.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully. “What kind of pie do you have?”

“Whatever your heart desires,” you give him a wink. “People call me the pie whisperer for a reason. My bakery is named the pie whisperer too.

”The pie whisperer,” Dean smirks. “I like it.”

“Now, tell me what you want Dean.”

“Do you have pecan pie?” he hopefully looks at you. “Or apple pie.”

“Pecan pie it is.”

Dean watches you cut two slices of the pecan pie you baked this morning. He smiles as you add whipped cream.

“How did you know I was lost?” Dean asks as you carry two plates toward the table. “You seemed to appear out of nowhere too...”

“I just knew,” you place the plates onto the table. “Merry Christmas, Dean. I’m glad you found your way to my little bakery.”

Dean smiles as you turn back around to get two mugs of hot cocoa. He’s got no clue when you made it, but it smells delicious and he won’t say no to pie and hot cocoa.

Fate is a funny thing. If Dean didn't get lost in the streets on Christmas Eve, he would’ve never met you.

A rogue half-elf wanting to give the people losing faith a little hope on Christmas.

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#dean winchester #spnchristmasbingo #dean winchester x you #anyfandomaubingo #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #the pie whisperer

[summerfevers]

if you’re up to it i would very much like to know your white collar neal timeline🎤🎤

this turned out to have many asides and be very long so the tl;dr is: peter have you considered that he's just a twenty-something teenage girl :( ?

timeline:

neal born 1984 ish. he's an aries and a millennial

neal, ellen, and neal's mom go into witsec 1987, neal age 3

2003 adler scandal i fucking guess. neal age 19

neal arrested probably mid 2005, 21

neal goes to jail for the first time, i want to say early 2006, age almost 22

pilot is set late summer 2009, age 25

same-sex marriage legalized in new york june 24th 2011, they talk about this in season 3 episode 14 which is soon after. neal's 27

more or less a year later–let's go with less–neal tells sam that he has spent the last decade running from the truth he learned at 18. taking him literally that it was 10 years ago he is now 28 it is the end of season 4 and 2012

the end of season 4 to the series finale is less than a year. he is 29 its 2013.

when we see him in paris he might be 30 but that doesn't count To Me

i present my evidence:

i don't know where we got "neal is 35" from i cant make it work. neal and co. went into witsec (which i have actually since learned is not available to people living in dc, they have their own version but it is not overseen by the federal marshalls, i don't think they can give you as many legal documents like a ssn, and they don't help you set up your new life as much? something about neal's life that would be interesting to explore.) when he was three and ellen says in season 4 that she's been in witsec for Nearly three decades. confirmed 33 or under in season 4

he also says to "sam" more than once that he's spent the last decade running from the truth he learned at 18–he very well could be rounding down here and mean like 12-13 years but i am Choosing to Believe he meant that literally. we are now at youngest 28, it is the last episode of season 4.

now due to the way the show is structured and the fact that it is never really winter. ok maybe winter 1 time because i can see in my mind neal in his little wool coat and earmuffs but largely it is summer and we never have a christmas episode. anyway due to All That our only real anchor in the timeline is that the episode where diana is Grappling with her engagement to Christie happens immediately following june 24th 2011, when same-sex marriage was legalized in new york. and also that later that season in the commutation hearing they say that neal has served 2 years of his sentence. so the pilot was set in 2009 when it aired we are at one year/season. but as the series goes on the episodes and even seasons have increasingly shorter gaps between them, and by season 6 we haven't even finished our four years. by the end of season 4 i want to say we are three years into his sentence and he's 28. between the end of season 4 and when neal dies in season 6 there has got to be less than a year that passes. actually deadass why was neal so obsessed with the pink panther case ending his sentence early we are like months out king. i get the injustice the system is broken they'd keep him forever but to people outside his circle he must have looked sooo silly for that. but whatever. he is 29 when he dies and 30 when we see him again in paris, his roaring 20s of crime and incarceration over.

Anyway where the "neal is 35 or at least claims to be much older than this timeline would say he is" probably came from in-universe is that the adler scandal takes place SEVEN years before s2 when peter confronts neal about it. 2003?????? guys the thing we have to understand, to embrace, about neal's personal timeline is that i do not think anyone in that writers room was really grasping how much they had neal do in so short a time. 2003 he is like 19 guys. maybe by the time peter says it was 7 years ago it was 2011 ? and the adler thing was 2004? but no that couldn't work because it's mid 2011 like a year later in s3. so basically neal walks out of st louis and has a magical girl transformation through which he immediately becomes a great conman and criminal. and he meets mozzie basically straight away. he should still be in like calculus and ap lit at this juncture. and then they go right into the adler con ??? and neal is obviously lying through his teeth to everyone saying he is at least 21 but probably more along the lines of 23. and while most of his aliases are eventually found out by peter if no one else, no one ever goes "wait IS HE a teenager?" no one is guessing this.

so we spend a couple months fucking around and fucking UP with adler, kate probably doesn't know how old we actually are, this relationship cannot actually last very long at all because we are truly on a time crunch right now. we have less than three years for neals entire criminal career before he goes to jail. i know i said on the bullet list he went to jail early 2006 he has got to have been arrested like summer 2005 at the latest to be tried and sentenced by then and i feel like even that might be tight because he was suspected of so many other things they wanted to get evidence for. but how is neal teaching kate to be a criminal less than a year into his own career. i think neal must have been a hardcore improv kid for this to work honestly. i bet he competed. so our golden days of mozzie neal and kate against the world lasts maybe a year at best before neal and kate fight and she leaves and he spends months trying to get her back and get her attention and commits a truly breathtaking amount of crimes in this time.

also i'm skipping through forging bonds right now trying to flesh out this timeline and it was incredibly shady of peter and co to see that kate is doing so much to stay hidden from her ex boyfriend and then to reveal her to neal in order to catch him. like that was fucked up they didn't know neal yet he hadn't been suspected of violent crimes but they didn't know why kate was working so hard to escape him. like it worked out ok (arguably, but that could be a different post) but they had no reason to trust neal not to hurt her like this. she could have been running from an abusive situation he's known to be a talented criminal with no fears about escalating his crimes he could have killed her. one thing about the fbi is that they never once care about kate's safety and it does indeed get her killed one day.

in conclusion neal is known as one of the best forgers in the world when he is arrested in 2005 at age 21 maybe 2 years into his criminal career. here i am 21 what have i accomplished

#hiiiiiii LOVE your wc fic explorations of neals childhood are everything To Me and really your characterization of danny brooks is exactly #the kind of child neal would have to be for him to have been essentially a child prodigy at white collar crime #truly hes gotta be canon #also one more thing why is james in that flashback like have a good day at school 🥰 or whatever. neal is 2 or 3 and his mom didnt seem #to work so he didnt have daycare. where tf is he going #anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk future talks will discuss my conflicting opinions on how neal and kates relationship is treated #in canon and how neal was obviously not an early 2000s emo kid but frankly? maybe he should have been. good night #white collar #poplars.txt #just put this throufh a word counter 1200??? sorry. #this post is nearly twice the word count of the assignment i was procrastinating while i wrote it 🧍

[herrlindemann]

Rockstyle - March 1998 - Interview with Paul

Ramstein, a German group, was in France on November 24 and 25 for only two dates in France. Rockstyle was there. For several reasons, first of all to follow this unavoidable phenomenon which, after two albums, has already sold more than two million records worldwide. Then their music, as well as the whole concept developed on disc, and on stage has a very strong meaning that has already seduced more than one editor. Ahh, the scene precisely, let's talk about it. Debauchery of sound, pyrotechnic effects, fire, flames, symbols, homo references, body worship... There was enough to ask a lot of questions, and enough to indulge in many digressions. By looking at this group, several elements put us, we believed, on the right direction. Indeed Rammstein, takes its name from a German city, Ramstein, a martyr city with a large Turkish population which was set on fire by some far-right group. Ah. Not only was it starting to get interesting, letting us go even more to our interpretations, just to make sense of it all, but it all had a smell of sulfur making the aura of the band even more mysterious. Our metaphysical wanderings (all these years of philosophy have to be for something, huh?) were going well: so, finally, Rammstein, it's just a group of bodybuilder neo-Nazi homos, as some press clippings suggested, or is there a simpler, rational, and less disturbing explanation? Meeting these people was going to be really important. Certain live photos, certain live images in addition to the concert reports and associated with what we already knew, namely the Manichean poetry and the lyricism of the texts, hinted at something else. On stage, wouldn't the fire be a tribute to the victims of the massacre? Would the group's answers to our questions quench our thirst for knowledge? Was fire for them a symbol of redemption? Was this simple religious Manichaeism between the angels and the demon hiding something more complex? What does this masochistic suffering represent for them? What about sex in all this?... So many questions to which we hoped to find the answer we were expecting, of course... But our hopes were far from being fulfilled, and our interview with Paul, one of the two guitarists, was going to reserve our batch of surprises.

Paul, you seem much more relaxed than yesterday, the concert tonight (Elysée-Montmarte) don't worry you too much for now?

Yes, everything is fine, and yet I only slept four hours... And I don't have stage fright. But I've been walking around Paris for four hours playing the tourist, maybe that's why I don't feel any pressure.

The romantic poetry of the texts gives us a clue to Rammstein's message?

Everyone must find their own answer. And when we translate these texts, we lose meaning and precision. 'Du hast' is a very good example, because there are two meanings to the phrase 'du hast mich', it means 'you own me', but also 'you hate me'. The whole song is based on this ambivalence of the verb 'haben' and its ambiguity. So when you translate this text it no longer makes sense, it no longer means anything. And generally in all our songs, we try to associate a necrophiliac, morbid side with another full of humor, fun...

The purpose of the texts is only that, to be funny, or is it hiding something else?

If what we are saying was funny, then yes, it would be funny, but we are not able to do that… I like texts that have an impact, that make people think. They even shock them. The effect is even greater with these comic effects, finally I think it would be more appropriate to speak of grating, very dark humor.

And where does the desire to make people think about these particular themes come from?

80% of the texts are composed by Till, the singer, and for the rest it is a group work, work which is largely inspired by the music... What is interesting is that everyone in the group listens to different things, one listens to blues, the other doesn't listen to music at all, one listens to pop, like Abba, the other industrial… We really have eclectic tastes. We just come together to make music, and we never worked to be a successful band, we have, that's good, great, but we never asked why it worked! We are all different and we complement each other, and our common goal is to make music together, that's all. We wanted to do that, we wanted there to be lots of pretty girls in the front row, and that's it! There are never pretty girls usually at metal concerts, maybe we wanted to fill this gap! Besides, it wouldn't make sense to do the same things as all these metal bands again, we're trying to move forward, to offer something else. The story is to try to stand out, it's for example to wear beige velvet pants when everyone is wearing blue jeans... There, it's you we're going to look at. Some will like it, some will hate it, but the important thing is that you got noticed. Besides, it's very easy to get hated! (Laughs)

In your videos, you develop a strong homage to films by Lynch or Tarantino, moreover you appear on the soundtrack of 'Lost Highway' with the title 'Rammstein', it's just a way to spread your passions, or you think this aesthetic is close to your vision of music?

As usual the record company didn't have a clear idea of the video we should do for 'Engel', so we decided to take a passage from the film with Tarantino, 'A Night in Hell' , and adapt it to our sauce. We had lots of ideas for special effects, morphing, and unfortunately not enough money so we made do with the means at hand. For the title 'Du hast' we chose to re-pump on 'Reservoir Dogs', and there the result turned out to be closer, 90%, let's say, to our original idea.

Between these videos and your show on stage, there are quite interesting parallels, and certain symbols keep coming back, Good, Evil, fire, explosions… All this gives a rather Biblical vision. When Till catches fire at the start of 'Rammstein', what does that mean? A rebirth?

Ah! I like it... But I don't really want to explain all these things... Too many people who aren't very smart don't understand what we're doing, and give us rather tendentious comments and desires, so... I think that to understand what we do you have to let go of your sensitivity and your intelligence… Let's say it's just provocation… The fact that Till uses pyrotechnic effects on stage is purely anecdotal. In fact he is very shy, and when he does not bite the guitarists he can even be rather diplomatic! Anyway, at first he mumbled in his corner, and since he doesn't play an instrument, he had trouble having an ease or a natural attitude when he wasn't singing, he even seemed rather stuck because he didn't didn't know what to do! So we had the idea of playing with fire. It is sure that at the beginning with just a lighter, the result was not terrible! (Laughs) Then we decided to develop all this visual aspect, with explosions, flamethrowers… Till has a diploma in fireworks, and he is the only one who knows and has the right to use all that. You really have to be careful because it's very dangerous, but with him, there's really nothing to worry about.

There seems to be a very Teutonic rigor in everything you do: the concerts are ruled like clockwork (sic), there is no dead time, everything seems to be written like a script of a movie. Do you still leave room for spontaneity and improvisation?

Yes, everything is straight, symmetrical, we like this rigor, but we are not the slaves of our machines, and everything is not done as for playback, we are organized, that's clear, but we let a certain room for freedom, even if, to be honest, we don't really like to let ourselves go to long stretches of improvisation on stage, we try sometimes, but we realize that it doesn't go with the music we make, quite simply...

Do you think Rammstein represents an evolution, or an emergence of a new metal?

We don't do metal. I don't really like metal, because I think it's a style that not only has never been able to renew itself, but also that is stuck in reverse. It's like a car, there are five gears, and if they used them, then they would see that it goes! Some are very good musicians, very good technicians, some even have the sound, have very good riffs. The problem is that they should only use one riff instead of seven, eight, because they play so fast that the music doesn't have time to settle. We, with a song of the genre we make seven! And it is much more efficient, like AC/DC, for example. It's more power pop than metal...

#Rammstein #Paul Landers #Till Lindemann #Flake #Christoph Schneider #Oliver Riedel #Richard Kruspe #1998 #interview #translation #*scans #*

[skzhocomments]

Hello can i request one where the reader and Taemin casually meet eachother in Paris, and they have flashbacks because the city was their last trip together before breakup? Thanks:)))

Hello! TYSM for submitting a request. I know it took some time, but I got to writing it, and I hope you will enjoy it!

Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Pairing: Lee Taemin (of SHINee) x Reader / OC (story is written in first person and no name is mentioned)

Genre: angst, romance, mature

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: mature, swearing, angst, explicit sexual content.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Taemin's true character in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

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Summary: basically the request

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Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Paris.

Bustling cafés, crowded streets, and people rushing either to their jobs, or to the newest art gallery with temporary exhibitions opened in town.

The rampant palaces, domes and monuments built in a Gothic style contrast the tall buildings with intricate sculpted designs, making the city the perfect mix between modern and traditional, between functional and pleasant to look at.

It's already been 5 years since I've last been here, and walking through these busy streets again feels simply surreal. Many memories I tried to forget about are resurfacing, and even though I enjoy seeing this city again, my mind wanders off to that time, and it feels bittersweet.

I breathe in the November air and continue walking, the familiar unfamiliarity somewhat comforting, and after 20 minutes of going through narrow passages in-between boulevards, I finally reach my destination, and I'm glad to see it's still here, opened, despite the unappealing area that's surely deprived of tourists to keep it alive.

Rencontre moi à Paris – or 'Meet me in Paris', a café I accidentally stumbled upon last time I came here after getting lost with my then-boyfriend.

The weather that time was similar as it is now, and I, too, am similar, even if it's been 5 years since then. The only difference is that now I have an umbrella, whereas then we stumbled upon this café soaked wet and dripping from the merciless rain outside, both of us unequipped and powerless against the black November clouds. That was nothing new, though, as we almost always ventured into things unprepared, head-first as if we were invincible, and our relationship was no different.

Maybe that's why it all went down in flames, leaving me this acidic feeling in my stomach.

It's funny, really. I haven't thought about him in years, but being here, all of the sudden I'm the same 25-year old girl with hopes and dreams, madly in love with him, and heartbroken by his absence, to the point of no return. This truly makes me realise that I never got over him, and I probably never will. It's just that the gaps between thinking about him got longer, they became years instead of seconds, and I somehow turned 30 and haven't seen or spoken to him in 5 years.

After standing like an idiot in front of the café in the pouring rain, I realise that it's best to walk in. The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans immediately invades my nostrils, and I smile to myself noticing the décor is still the same, with vintage round metal tables and matching slightly rusted chairs in front of the large arched windows viewing the street.

I head to the table I once shared with him, displeased to notice a half drunk coffee cup with steam still coming out of it, and a discarded coat on the back of the chair.

Tsk. I utter to myself and sit down at the next table, my back turned to that space filled with good memories and laughter.

I lazily grab the menu and skim through it, pondering between a hot tea and a coffee. On one hand, I'm feeling pretty tired and could use the caffeine, but on the other, bad weather is most enjoyable with a cup of warm tea, so I settle for some green tea, the perfect mix.

Looking outside absent-mindedly, I follow the raindrops fallen on the large glass windows. There is no sign of anyone brave enough to set out in this weather. I don't hear the person behind me returning to their seat, and I get startled when they tap me two times on the shoulder.

I turn around, and my eyes can't believe what I'm seeing. I must've gone as white as a ghost, because he starts chuckling immediately, his warm smile sending alarm bells to my poor heart, that started beating faster.

There he is, dressed in black trousers and a black fitted turtleneck, with his brown hair and perfect pearly whites, looking at me with surprise in his eyes.

"It's really you! How weird to meet you here!" He exclaims with a soft chuckle, and I stand up, shocked.

"Taemin...?" His name plays on my lips, burning my tongue. I haven't said it out loud in years. In fact, I avoided it like the plague, afraid of what saying it would make me think about, but now that I said it, it felt like it was the most natural word that ever came out of my mouth, like my lips missed it, and they wanted me to shout it out all this time I've stayed silent.

All of a sudden, his arms encircle my body and he pulls me in for a hug, and my body reacts unconsciously, grabbing onto his waist and holding tightly, not wanting to let go.

However, we let go, as we can't possibly stay embraced in the middle of a café. I'm not sure he wanted to, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, feeling my eyes swell up with tears that I try to swallow back. He looks like he's moved on, and his life looks amazing, and everything is fine, but I... don't really want him to know about mine. I tried so hard to stay away from him, but now...

"I should be asking you the same thing." He chuckles. "Would you join me for a cup of coffee? Or a warm tea, since I know it's your favourite drink when it rains."

I smile, remembering how attentive he's always been about my likes and dislikes. Even when we accidentally found this café 5 years ago, we got caught up in the rain because I mentioned in passing that I'd love to see an unknown painter's works and he found an exhibition in some obscure museum with 15 reviews on Maps. With his bad sense of direction and both our phones discharged, we unsurprisingly got lost, and ended up finding this place to take shelter in from the rain.

I nod and sit down at his table, in my exact same spot from the past, just as the waitress brings me my green tea, her eyes scanning the familiarity between me and the man in front of me.

"Being here, I kept thinking about us. What have you been up to?" He asks me with curiosity, slightly leaning in, as if he would hear me better. He always used to do that in the past, which I loved. It felt like being listened to, being heard.

"Oh, you know... just the usual. Work, chill in bed with Kkoong, meeting up with friends. Nothing much, and certainly not as interesting as what you've been doing." I smile, pointing at his successful career.

"Mhm. Even if my work took off, I truly am the same simple guy I was when we used to-" He abruptly stops and scans my face, before changing the subject. "Anyway, is Kkoong good? Ddaeng misses you two."

"I miss you- I mean, I miss Ddaeng as well." I correct quickly, mentally slapping myself for letting my heart take the lead.

Of course I missed him. So many years have passed, and I am still stuck in a state of inertia. Being with him here again, at this same café, feels like we are still the same clueless 25-year-olds, visiting Paris for the first time, full of hopes and dreams that would only end up crashing and burning in front of our eyes as the weight of the world got too much for us to bear, and love doesn't conquer all.

Taemin doesn't seem to mind my little slip-up. He knows how I've always worn my heart on my sleeve. After all, we've been together for many years, before ultimately breaking up. He knows me the best, and I know him like the back of my hand, still.

"The name of this café is pretty ironic." He says, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Ironic? How so?"

"I mean, Meet me in Paris? Isn't it funny that I've searched for you everywhere in Seoul, but I ended up finding you here, in a café lost in time on the outskirts of Paris?" He looks at his coffee cup, now empty.

Perhaps as empty as the two of us.

Taemin has always been like this, expressing himself in cryptic ways, especially when it comes to feelings that don't easily lend themselves to words.

He searched for me? I wouldn't have known.

When we broke up, I decided to let go of everything I once knew, and left my life with him behind. I took Daeng and I left, I changed my number, deleted my socials, and did everything to stay out of radar, while Taemin did the exact opposite, being everywhere: on billboards, in magazines, on TV...

We were simply too different from each other. We lived in incompatible worlds.

"I also didn't expect you to be here." I smile. "Isn't a star like you too busy to waste his time in a deserted café?" I mock his fame, and he blushes. "Also, I assume the drinks are on you."

"Of course they are!" He exclaimed quickly.

"I don't know, you used to be pretty stingy with money." I shrug playfully, and his cheeks only grow redder. He gets embarrassed and avoids my gaze, before scratching his nape and starting apologetically.

"I was kind of an ass, wasn't I?"

We both laugh, and we talk about anything and everything, watching as day turns to night and noticing the exasperated gaze of our waitress.

"The poor girl wants to go home." I say after a while, noticing her sighing for the 10th time in the past 3 minutes. We've been her only clients today, and she probably hated us for spending so many hours and ordering drinks one after another.

"Would it be so inappropriate of me... to invite you back to my hotel?" Taemin asks hesitantly, and I so desperately wished I had the power to refuse him.

But I don't refuse him, because I missed him, and I want him so much still, and just for these few hours spent talking to him, I felt like breaking up with him might've been a mistake, because I was so painfully still in love with him.

He is perhaps but a guilty pleasure.

We walk out of the café at the end of the world and begin walking slowly next to each other. The rain has stopped, and even if the ground is still wet, Paris stays pretty.

The way we are quietly walking next to each other is in such a stark contrast to how we left the café 5-years ago, embraced, and in love, and loud, that it's almost funny. Maybe we've matured in the meantime, or maybe we just aren't brave enough to grab onto each other so openly in the street anymore.

Maybe we simply aren't as happy. Taemin used to smile so much more brightly, being able to light up any room he was in with his cheerfulness. I've never been that joyful, except for when we were together, because he used to bring out the best in me, until he didn't.

Actually, thinking about it, Paris was not only our last trip together, but also the last time I recall being happy next to him. We broke up not even one month after, and it felt so life-altering in that moment, that it's funny to think that it was simply a regular Wednesday morning. Caught in the moment, he said things he regretted, and I paid him back in the same coin, and it was just the last drop that filled the glass of on-going arguments and differences between our life choices.

I know that we didn't work out because we wanted different things from life, but at the end of the day, it's just water under the bridge.

We continue walking to the hotel without saying much, and I wonder how people see us. In the past, they would be looking at us and chuckling to themselves seeing two dumb idiots in love, but now, there was a palpable tension in the distance between our bodies, that wanted nothing more than to touch each other again.

Of course, his hotel is 5 stars in a good area, and his room is on the last floor. We hop on the elevator and wait and wait and wait, and it's moving so slow, it's eating at me and making me reconsider if this really is a good idea.

Last time we were together, we made out everywhere. On the street, on empty hallways, under the burning eyes of the paintings at the museum – but now?

I turn around with determination and watch how awestruck he is still looking at me, 5 years later, and I wrap my arms around his neck and let my body take the lead, remembering his. Our lips brush against each other shily, but after a few seconds, automatism kicked in.

It's way too easy to fall back into each other's arms.

We start kissing passionately, his hands holding onto my hips so tightly, it might bruise, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he didn't hold onto me, and he pins me up against one of the walls and sticks his tongue down my throat. It's so obvious that my mouth missed him, as they sync perfectly, and it feels as good as it feels bad, like we're eating popping candy each time our tongues touch.

Thankfully no one joins us in the elevator, and Taemin keeps grabbing onto me as we make our way towards his room, that's so large it's ridiculous.

We had limited financial resources back then, so our rooms when travelling were always small and cramped, but we were in love, and it didn't matter. A room this large must've felt cold, when he was here alone.

My back finds the mattress of his king size bed quickly as he undresses me hungrily, and soon enough I am naked waist-down and he is towering over me with a look of raw desire in his eyes.

He presses small pecks on my abdomen and kisses downwards slowly and sloppily, until his mouth makes contact with my thigh, and he spreads my legs apart. I let him do whatever he wants, I just revel in the feeling and let my body remember how he felt like on top of me.

When his mouth connects to my core, tongue licking stripes up and down, I roll my head back and put my hand in his hair, caressing him gently, letting him know what a good job he's doing. He's always loved praise, especially in bed. I wonder if his partners after me knew how to praise him; these small gestures and touches that make him feel appreciated.

His tongue continues working on my clit for a bit, before he moves it down, teasing my entrance, just as he knows I like it.

"You taste so good, baby." He says, letting his tongue enter me, and I moan.

"Taemin, please." I whine, impatient to feel him more.

"Please what?" He chuckles, and I playfully slap him on the head, when he looks at me, a dumb smirk playing on his lips.

"I want you so bad." I whimper, and his smirk drops. He immediately gets on top of me, pressing his body against mine, as if he were my knight and I, his Queen, and I've commanded him something.

There is no time to think anything through with the urgency he's undoing his belt, and the feeling of fullness is quick to overcome me as he slips his dick in me, thrusting mercilessly as if it's the last time we're ever going to be together.

And it might be.

The room is filled with moans and whimpers, and we hang onto each other desperately, our bodies remembering each other perfectly. Our clothes are quick to disappear completely. He slips my blouse off and clasps off my bra, his mouth instantly connecting to my nipples, and I, with the same neediness, grab on his turtleneck and help him take it off. Seeing his naked body, I involuntarily clench around him, and the way he moans sends shivers down my spine.

"I missed you so fucking much." He says, voice full of painful beauty as he kisses my collarbones and nibbling on the sweet spot between them and my neck, and I melt once again against his touch, and I know that I'm going to get my heart broken again, but once you start something and the lines start blurring, it's already too late to stop, for you get greedy and you want more.

"I missed you too." I cry out and indulge myself in his touch.

The way he caressed my body was still the most intimate someone touched me. I've had my fair share of partners before him, and many others after, and this still hasn't changed. Taemin's body and mine are made for each other, and this fact gives my heart a sharp pang.

"My love, ever since I lost you, I searched for you in every woman I've been with. I am no longer creative, and I so desperately want it all back, the way it was. I want us back." He confesses while he's thrusting in me.

But what point is there in wanting? I think, but it's so hard to stay focused, with his dick grazing against my sweet spot over and over, when I'm almost seeing stars.

My toes become a curling mess and I wrap around him, and oh, how well he knows me, for he realises I'm so close, and knows exactly how to move his hips right, and I reach my high and hold him so tight, our shadows become one, completely indistinguishable. It's so good that I start getting ashamed of the loud sounds I'm making. Taemin, however, doesn't seem to mind, it even seems to send him over the edge, because his thrusts become sloppy, and his eyes are closed tightly; he looks focused, faint lines on his forehead giving him away.

I am moaning his name, and he is moaning mine, and dancing the Devil's tango has never felt so right, but in the end, if what we're doing is a sin, then we should just be sinners.

He presses his plum lips on mine, muffling both our moans, and he comes inside me, cupping my face with his hands.

"My muse, please don't leave me again... I promise you I won't make the same mistakes..." He kisses me hard, and if until now I was able to control my tears, they are now breaking my wall of strength, and he wipes them off my cheeks with his thumbs and kisses them away.

"Taemin... empty promises will wear..." I say, and he shakes his head.

"Please... don't leave me again... I've just found you..." He insists, sounding so needy, I melt. But how can I go back to how we were in the past? What if what he's feeling for me is not love, but limerence?

I no longer want to make any mistakes. We were so wrong for each other; what guarantee is there that this time we'll get it right?

At the end of the day, we are still different people, living our lives in different ways, so...

He guides me to the bathroom and we wash each other, just as we used to do. Five years ago, when we came here, we had such a small bathroom, we barely had space to shower at the same time. This bathroom now, however, is so much bigger, it's almost uncomfortable.

There's too much space between us we simply can't fill.

We then head to bed and fall asleep embraced, but as I always used to, I wake up way too early, and being tangled up in his sheets like this makes me think that maybe giving us another chance wouldn't be so bad. However, even if we share the same bed, we still have different dreams, and that's not something that can get changed easily. If it were, we would've never broken up in the first place.

I get up, careful not to wake him up, and get dressed slowly, thinking thinking thinking thinking.

I could get out and make sure he'll never see me again.

But... is that what I really want?

~

~one year later~

Paris is still the same bustling city I remembered it to be, but my safe corner is as quiet as usual.

Rencontre moi à Paris still smells of coffee beans, the chairs are still rusted, and not much has changed in a year, except for the wallpaper on the wall that's slightly ripped around the corners.

I slowly head to my table, occupied by a brunette man in a black fitted turtleneck, who sits with his back turned.

I don't say anything, I simply walk over and sit right in front of him, in my empty chair, and he raises his gaze from the cup, his eyes glimmering in the soft lights.

"Taemin." I smile. "You really came."

"You're fucking crazy." He shakes his head in disapproval. "Who leaves like that?"

"Like what?" I chuckle and play dumb.

"Like what?" He imitates me, and I stick out my tongue at him. "Normal people leave their phone numbers at least, but you?! You fucking- who the hell leaves a note like this?!" He angrily takes out a napkin carefully folded and throws it on the table in front of me.

Rencontre moi à Paris, 18 November, 15:00. Is what is written in pen in my handwriting.

Seeing it, I chuckle.

"You kept it!"

"What if I wouldn't have been able to change my schedule and come here?" He scolds me, but I just shrug.

"That would've meant nothing's changed, and that I made the right choice to not give you my number last year."

"I told you, didn't I? I won't make the same mistakes again. I really want to make us work."

"Then... shall we go back to your hotel? I really missed you. Besides, we don't want the waitress to stare daggers at us again, do we?" I whisper with a slight laugh and stand up, giving him my hand, and he takes it quickly and kisses it tenderly.

"I missed you too, my love. Please never disappear on me again..."

I smile and nod, and we get out of the café hand in hand. His thumb slowly brushes against the back of my hand, and I smile, because I truly missed him, and I was glad he actually listened to the stupid note I left on the napkin and came here.

Perhaps we won't fuck it up this time around, and we will finally be happy together, for we are already in madly love, and time apart hasn't changed that.

After all, two negative signs added together make a positive, right?

~The End~

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[justwannaflex]

(—) ★ spotted!! KUDJO AMOABENG on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 25 year old looks like JONATHAN DAVISS, but i don’t really see it. while the FOOTBALLER is known for being DARING my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be FICKLE i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song FLEX BY TONY DARK EYES {he / cismale}

Headline

Twenty-two, I'm in Paris, baby. Got a stripper's tits in my face, uh-huh. Roll up in a Bentley. I want Christian, I want Fendi. I want Prada, ah, ah

Stats

name: kudjo amoabeng

age: 25

nicknames: tba

date of birth: 20 December 1998

place of birth: tba

nationality : british & american

gender identity: cis man (he/him)

sexuality: heterosexual

family : Afia (older sister) & Kwame (older brother), Akofa (mother)

occupation: footballer (he'll never call it soccer fyi)

career claim: kylian mbappé

net worth : 180 M€ (only in football and endorsements without his family's money)

spoken languages : english and ok-ish french

positive traits: daring, energetic, confident, generous, sociable, adventurous

negative traits: fickle, hedonistic, boyish, self-centred, petty, pretentious

characters/celebrities inspo: tba

zodiac sign : sagittarius

Bio

Born to Amoabeng family, he spent most of his life travelling around places. His father is a prominent and wealthy ghanaian-british businessman, while his mother is ghanaian-american tv and film actress, akofa asante. Although his parents travelled around the world quite often, they made sure to make time for family. As the youngest of the family, Kudjo benefited from more lenience from their parents then Kwame or Afia did. He was always the happy little trouble-making son who made everyone smile and laugh. And he charmed his way out of troubles.

In all the travelling, the only constants in his life were his family and football. His father introduced him to the sport at a very young age and it was a way for them to connect. Then when he was obvious that the boy was talented, it became a way to be seen. Kudjo was a prodigy and not only the son of an actress or a business man. It is important for him to be the centre of attention and to stand out in his star packed family. Not only his parents are famous. He has to compete with a F1 driver brother and a rising producer assistant sister.

Kudjo only knew relative stability once he was signed in AS Monaco in 2015. He lived with his brother at the time and that supervision prevented him from spiralling. Once Kudjo was signed in Paris, he lost control. Parties, strippers, scandals. As long as he kept performing on the field, his club and sponsors turned a blind eye. He was a yound player who enjoyed life. His player and bad boy persona also boosted sales. He only wanted to have fun and did not care that his parents were disappointed in him. He did not need their money anymore nor their approval. He had his own. He was rolling in cash. He had adoring fans. Women eager to sleep with him. A court surrounding him. He did not see why he would need to change his life.

Until one too many scandal. The sex tape affair as the media called it. Kudjo was not the one "performing" on the video but his name was all over the case. He was accused of being an accomplice to the people who tried to blackmail his teammate. Kudjo always claimed his innocence but the club decided to bench him until the scandal would pass. It was taking too much time for Kudjo so he accepted an offer to play in America.

Joining the Los Angeles Galaxy is not very exciting but it is better than not playing at all. It was that or the Emirates who offered more money. In the end, Kudjo was convinced to pick Los Angeles Galaxy to be with his family. His plan is to ride out the storm there and come back stronger in a year or so in European leagues. Maybe playing for an English club this time.

Despite needing to keep a low-ish profile, he does not intend to change his lifestyle.

Career

Kudjo is one of the best football player of the world. He started his professional career at Monaco in 2015 at sixteen years old. He became the youngest professional player of the club. He was then loaned to PSG (Paris Saint Germain) in 2017 before being signed. The €180 million fee made Kudjo the most expensive teenager ever and the second-most-expensive player ever, and broke the record for the largest transfer within a domestic league. He won all the was to win with club football back in Europe and is only missing national titles with England. He is still mad about winning nothing while wearing his English colours. He just arrived to LA as a PR damage control after one too many scandal. He is to be the shining diamond of the Los Angeles Galaxy.

#hillzintro #kudjo.about

[dtolemy]

{ KEDAR WILLIAMS-STIRLING, 19, CIS MALE, HE/HIM } Is that DARIUS PTOLEMY? A SOPHOMORE originally from PORTSMOUTH, NEW HAMPSHIRE, they decided to come to Ogden College to study BUSINESS on a ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE HOMEGROWN HERO on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance. 

pinterest | spotify | spotify+ (warning: bubblegum pop and the gummy bear song)

WHO?

full name: darius ezekiel ptolemy

birthday: october 25, 2003

pronouns: he/him

personality: exuberant. galvanizing. insatiable, imprudent, impetuous. insert other sat words he uses incorrectly to sound intelligent, which he is capable of being strictly in the contexts of sports and the pizza prices of every take-out place in a statewide vicinity. where he remains oblivious to his faults, darius thrives, and where he is forced to confront them, darius falters, snaps back with something stolen from the climax of an academy award loser, and goes back to thriving. he’s a personality, a figurehead, a trophy that needs to win itself more trophies. he thinks of getting people to like him, love him, hate him, focus on him, in any way, to be just as important as getting good grades. despite this, he’s anything but a hard partier, and claims designated driver like it’s his eternal duty. no better way to make people fall for you than by being a goody-two-shoes, right?

appearance: darius’s wardrobe is a miscellany of colors, thrown over a toned body with a meticulous dishevelment that takes more time in the morning than his three showers. his stature is asserted to be 6’0 but more accurately 5’10 with the help of high top sneakers, while its presence is mostly felt in him darting about campus with an agility only achievable through years of training and an abject inability to read maps properly.

WHAT?

sports & extracurriculars: tennis, diving & swimming, table tennis

tropes: homegrown hero. if anything’s to thank for his rise to the top and unaccountable social claustrophobia, it’s the prestigious town of portsmouth, new hampshire. | small name, big ego. but also, his success is sort of totally, entirely his doing. even if said success isn't quite that recognized outside of the country. | mr. vice guy. pride, lust, relating to holden caulfield, etc. he didn’t pay much attention in sunday school, honestly. | | attention whore. no point in doing anything if nobody’s around to post a fancam of it. | the nicknamer. because having a coherent contacts list is for losers.

relationship to greer: greer’s recruit.

Maybe it was because he was playing with some of the finest New Hampshire had to offer, or maybe it was because his attention was thoroughly divided between warming up and making the varsity team warm up to him, but Darius put more effort than ever into preparing himself for the life of an Ogden student. Specifically, the life of an Ogden student in Greer’s inner circle. He sought her time with a dogged determination that could only be dampened by explicit refusal, analyzing every letter of her posts (which were probably drafted by a PR team with more experience than a lifetime in the industry could merit, but a man could dream, and dream he did) as well as reading Cosmopolitan magazines behind his textbooks. Thus, freshman year was filled with professional, totally subtle butt-kissing and a whole lot of scampering around campus to spend his old rackets’ insurance on… whatever it was that Greer liked, anyways. He knew he wanted, needed, to become like her other friends, a shiny thing out of reach from anyone below their level, but how?

hobbies: cycling, yoga, taking selfies at inappropriate times

inspirations: randall “pink” floyd (dazed and confused), jeff sadecki (yellowjackets), mike jackson (the psmith novels), emily cooper (emily in paris, i promise i can explain)

WHY?

tl;dr: ambitious, discontent, and brilliant at acting like he’s neither of those, darius was born to the most mind-bogglingly middling family ever to throw their name in the genetic lottery in the most average neighborhood to have ever been built. his father an electrician and amateur pastor, his mother an insurance agent, and his grandmother a dispenser of morally dubious advice from her rocking chair, he took the burden of being an interesting person onto himself at a young age, idolizing the grand slam GOATs of television and desperate to become one of them. he and his coaches molded him into the underdog of his hometown’s dreams, but now that he’s been thrust into a world where people actually go places for vacation and expect better than the best of him, he doubts he can keep up without some elbow grease.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION…

connections: tba! aside from the suggested connections for the skeleton, however:

platonic. sports buddies, role models, study groups, fitness friends, ride or dies with a probable emphasis on dies

antagonistic. rivals on the court, mutual jealousy, academic opposition, bad influences, competitors in popularity

romantic. fleeting flirtationships, unrequited crushes, awkward dating app matches, friends with benefits, enemies with benefits

plot summaries: tba!

thread tracker: tba!

headcanons: 

hates table tennis and sucks at it big time but continues playing under the incorrect pretense that he will improve. either misses the ball entirely or hits it with so much force that whichever surface the poor thing lands on will be permanently scarred.

most active social media is linkedin. he is aware that this is humiliating but mentally maintains that he will be nothing without an internship to one of the many, many insurance companies whose employees he texts night and day.

favorites:

books. adventures of huckleberry finn by mark twain, losers take all by david klass, a separate peace by john knowles, winning ugly by brad gilbert, looking for alaska by john green

movies. fast times at ridgemont high, napoleon dynamite, sunday school musical, big time adolescence, teenage mutant ninja turtles (1990)

music. lecrae, nirvana, daft punk, weathers, sue sylvester’s super bass cover

#ogdenintro

[mahalshairyballs]

Listening to my Moon Knight playlist I have some ramblings

First one is a fic. When I listened to the song

All the same to me - Anya Marina

It made me think of a fic where we get all the events that happened in the MCU since the beginning through Jake's POV as he's witnessing/made aware of them.

Jake POV drabble backstory fic

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- Battle of New York -

25 years old Jake was in Italy, sitting calmly on a terasse.

Marc brought them there after the end of a contract. Jake didn't know if Marc was taking a few days off or if he was on another contract. He didn't really care, he was taking a few days off.

If they were in Italy, Jake was going to use his time to drink as much good espressos as he could.

He was finishing his third one of the day, looking at the sun setting on the countryside hills.

Sound was coming from a small TV inside. With the opened doors Jake could clearly hear the voice of the announcer.

'...New York is currently under high emergency alert. What looks to be some sort of vessels are flying through Manhattan and destroying buildings and whole neighborhood as we speak. Emergency personnel are evacuating civilians, and all non-emergency vehicles are prohibited from coming close to the New York metropolitan area'

Jake frowned, was he hearing well. '¿Que pasa en Nueva York?' He mumbled to himself. They had been in the area less than three weeks ago.

'We have received new information...a group of people- what seems to be SHIELD agents, accompanied by Iron Man and...the Hulk have been seen fighting the hostiles directly. They have put out of commission some of their vessels...'

Jake turned to get a look at the TV screen, '¿Qué chingados?'

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- Sokovia -

Jake was in Cairo taking a smoke in a street.

They were back in Cairo for a couple days now, almost two weeks. Why weren't they moving back to their place ? Jake was sure Marc wasn't on another contract right now. He hadn't taken a new contract in months.

Jake missed their place, missed Paris, well not so much Paris as he missed...he missed Jean-Paul. That was the last time they saw him. He'd felt...different than usual that day.

Cairo wasn't bad. City-wise he liked it better than Paris. But he was alone here, completely alone. And he could only surface a few minutes at a time. Still, could be worse. He hadn't seen Steven in more than a year.

And there was this...thing he'd been feeling every time he was out. This...presence was the best he could describe it. This unerved him. He was used to watch their back constantly, if someone was spying on them why couldn't he find them?

Jake put out his cigarette and walked down the rest of the street, he didn't have much free time left.

He passed by a restaurant, a few people were gathering around a television. His curiosity made him stop.

Jake couldn't make out what was said, but he saw on the screen - ¡Carajo! a piece of land floating in the sky!

Was it - was it even real ? The channel looked like a newsreport channel, but how in the living fuck was that happening somewhere in the world?

'It is indeed real' a deep voice resonated in his head, responding to his thoughts.

That was...not Marc

'¿Quién chingados me esta hablando ?'

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- Civil War

Jake was reading the newspaper, waiting to see if someone wanted his help today.

Jake didn't read the newspaper often - didn't read often at all, but it was a good time to start like any. Now that they were in London for a few months, maybe Marc would settle here a bit. Jake didn't mind traveling. He was used to it by now. Could be fun. Waking up somewhere new, exploring the area. But the last couple places, he didn't understand a word of what the locals were saying.

London was a bit more relaxing for that - it wasn't Spanish but it also wasn't whatever these other countries were speaking.

'Captain America has been seen in London' a familiar deep etheral voice said.

Jake didn't look up from his newspaper ¿Quién?

'He is of interest to some of us'

¿Me estas incluyendo en ese nosotros ?

'Hmmm as long as destruction is not also brought to London, like it usually follows him, no'

Then why was Khonshu talking to him about this guy? Was he supposed to be someone important? Jake didn't care about some dude that might be dangerous or whatever.

He went back to his reading.

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- Peter in London

Jake brushed the body of the car, he finally had it. It was perfect.

His first taxi. His first car. The very first thing he owned, really. It was only his, not Marc's, not Steven's. His.

He opened the hood again. Everything was fine. It was ready to go. He only needed to make sure...again.

A terrible blow of wind came from the garage's opened door, pushing Jake against the car.

¡Carajo!

He looked the front of the car over, no damage, no paint fell off, no scratches.

¡Gracias al cielo!

Another gust of wind.

What was going on outside ?

Jake walked outside the garage, or tried to. The wind was so strong he had to grip the walls on the way to not fall down.

What greeted him outside was something else entirely.

People were running away, hiding, falling down, screaming.

It was pouring rain - not unusual- and something like a - tornado? was growing around the Thames - more unusual.

Jake walked down a few more streets to try to get a better look. With the wind and the rain, his clothes were already drenched.

There was definitely something weird about that tornado - other than being a tornado in London - it looked like it had a....face ?

'¿Debemos hacer algo al respecto?' He asked Khonshu.

'No, the boy is handling it well. And it is not my purview'

El niño?

There was a kid taking care of that thing?

Jake looked at the hundreds of people running and screaming.

Maybe he could just help them out of the way? With his taxi or with...

END

I only wanted to give exemples, then it turned into a minific with the big lines of the Marc system's timeline/backstory added in!

Enjoy.

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#5

louis ze 21st century is so ...convenient! if i am 'ungry all i need to do is open ze grinder application and ze food comes to me! C'est merveilleux, non? I do have a question, louiee. ze people in zis app--why do zey ask me to "show hole?" what do zey mean, mon amour?

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I have never wanted anything more than to be in these group chats

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Louis, you must know zat she is lying!!! I would never call Claudia zat terrible word!!! Do u really zink I am so ‘eartless, so ‘orrible? I know you do not zink that I am listening but I am—What do mean “what word?” You know ze word Louis. It is ze word I cannot say. You know ze word!! Why would you want me to say ze word, Louis, when you know zat I cannot say it! No, I am not going to say it! You gave me ze what pass??

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#2

Wild theory but what if Claudia, ever suspicious and eyes always open to things Louis refuses to see, figures out that Lestat is in Paris and currently doing…something with Armand.

Maybe she goes to meet him, finding the ugly, run down tower. Maybe he wades through dust and cobwebs until she finds him. The once beautiful and proud Lestat, now disheveled and sickly. Weak from too much time of sustaining himself only on rats, as he is too weak to feed only anything else.

Maybe she ridicules him. Taking explicit joy that despite her being prevented from destroying him, that he has lost everything.

Maybe he sneers at her. Tells her that Armand has been asking a lot of questions. That he’s been answering them. Tells her that perhaps she’ll meet the fate she once condemned him to.

Maybe she leaves the decrepit tower, thinking on whether to tell Louis. To plan yet another escape.

Maybe she finds Louis, all moon-eyed and glowing with new love. Maybe she hesitates, remembering how he chose Lestat over her time and time again. Even when she tried to save him, he still chose Lestat.

Maybe she decides that in order to save herself, she needs to give up on saving Louis.

Maybe she slips out of the theater into night, bags and coffin packed.

Maybe she hopes one day, she and Louis can meet again when he is freed and repentant. Maybe she hates him, and will always hate him. Maybe there is a wound that will never be healed, forever bleeding and forever corrupting anything they may share.

Maybe.

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[frevandrest]

Hi!

I have a question regarding the investigation story. So Tallien and Legendre found the birth certificate of Pâris on the body, but even if he was Pâris, why would he have his birth certificate with him? Did people usually carry it with themselves? Did they use it kinda like an ID?

Oh lol, now I see that I keep saying "birth certificate" when I meant "baptism record". And I am not sure if one would typically have that - the originals were in church records, but maybe parents received a copy? Does anyone know?

The only example I can think of is SJ, who said that he didn't have a proof of his date of birth back when he claimed he was 25 while being 24. And it seemed like a legit excuse, because the only proof of his birthday was a baptism record from a church in Decize.

With Pâris, he was actually trying to flee France for England, so maybe he collected his documents? I would assume that he'd need a passport, which is not mentioned among the documents found on the dead man. (Now that I think about it, if Pâris did fake his death he would want to keep the passport so he could flee France, so maybe that's why it's not found on the dead man).

But all in all, IDs in the modern sense have only starting to appear; 18th century people didn't have generalized IDs the way we do now (which is why you have all those stories about people changing/faking identities). The revolution introduced some measures in terms of identification, but am not sure how the ID situation was in early 1793, nor would Pâris obey the regulations about that. I know people in Paris were required to have a Carte de sûreté, but he probably avoided?

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[eglectic]

December 26 — Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Current weight: ?

Why? Because it has been way tooo dang cold here in the keys for me not to sleep in hoodies and pants! Yeah, it’s only like 50F/15C, but we live in a humid place with no heating! So I’ve been bundling up and hibernating while this cold front passes. And I want my weight to be taken with minimal clothing. I’m not afraid of the number at all, truly.

Saturday, December 24:

Cold brew x2

Dinner — chicken, pork, 2 shrimp skewers, coconut rice, Caesar salad no croutons, 4 chocolate covered pretzels, 1 cupcake, 1 sugar cookie, 1 espresso martini

Late night snacks when I got home — this popcorn I bought myself recently, the rest of my divine brussel sprouts, celery and hummus, 1 Rice Krispie bar, the rest of my pistachios

I allowed myself to enjoy the holiday party at my work. It was a planned exception. I overate after the party with the food at home, which I think mostly happened because I had smoked weed. A big reason I quit smoking frequently back in October is because it increases my chances of overeating and decreases my chances of following through in my promises to myself in any area of life. This was the third and final time this month that I smoked. I’m undecided if I want to smoke next month at all. I find that if I do do it, I generally prefer to be in a chill/intimate setting or even alone and listen to music, maybe meditate or make art or journal. I don’t see myself smoking on my birthday though.

Sunday, December 25:

Cold brew

Lunch — 15 (yes!) Rice Krispie bars, caramel pecan protein bar, caramel Frappuccino bottle, a pint of caramel cookie crunch gelato

Dinner — bag of white fudge covered pretzels

Yeah I planned to eat all this the night before! I loved it. Stayed on the couch all day and watched the new season of Emily in Paris. I was actually going to cook dinner for myself on top of the pretzels, but I was too full from all the food earlier in the day and it was too cold for me to want to move. I haven’t planned my week this week yet either because of the temperature. I’m just planning day by day right now until it’s warm enough again. 🥶

Monday, December 26:

Brunch — iced coffee, blackened chicken with sweet potato fries, fruit punch

Dinner — big ass pan filled with: literally an entire sweet potato, an entire onion, half a clove of garlic, 1/3 of a can of chickpeas, carrots, a bit of ginger, 2 pieces of celery, about 5 large shrimp, later added that same buffalo sauce from before

Also planned except for the fruit punch! I was going to have salad instead of the chicken and yam fries, but it was too fucking cold at work today. I had to get something warm, my soul needed it. And chicken & sweet potato fries is an acceptable alternative in my book.

Anyway, most of what I ate over Christmas was planned, with the consequences of the foods I eat in mind. I’m ok with my weight being in the mid to high 190s again. 🤷🏼‍♀️ However, one result of all this that I didn’t anticipate is that I’ve had many strong urges to eat even more! When I got home from work today, I had the urge to go to the store and get pistachios or chocolate or whatever. I’m glad I simply allowed it and continued with my plan.

It might be fun this week to allow myself more sweets, just relax and enjoy food for a week, but my birthday is coming up. I don’t want to have acne in all my birthday photos. I might still have a pimple or two pop up tomorrow from all the sugar I ate yesterday, which I knew might happen when I chose to put those foods in my meal plan. But that’s ok. I’m gonna keep chugging water, practicing my skin care, and hope for the best.

Otherwise, it’s back to business as usual. I’m glad that through the experiences this week, I have rediscovered the worksheets available to me. Another one I want to check out and fill out is the upsetting event worksheet. I think the challenges I’ve been dealing with in my living situation have helped me grow a lot. I usually get along with people pretty easily, so learning how to be stressed at home is good training for me to release any lingering attachments to food. And also it’s a great growth opportunity for me in relationships and how I want to show up.

It’s been two weeks since I last evaluated my protocol. Here’s what I’m thinking for the next two — macadamia nuts & pistachios are off my allowed food list for now. I use them to buffer, so they can only be eaten as part of my joy eats. I’m not going to buy any more fruit for the next two weeks. I have some dried goji berries, which I might toss into my veggie dishes or on a salad from work, but the fruit & nut bowls aren’t going to be part of my cuisine. I only really started eating them because I want to eat chia seeds, which are so healthy and good for digestion. Instead I think I’ll just have them with my water. Those are the parameters for now. I still want to get better at portions, too, and ceasing eating when I’m satiated instead of stuffed.

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[radkindoffeminist]

The post being about flights rather than trains or theatres is kind of crucial to why it's getting backlash though.... Obviously it's feasible to add extra showings of a film or to make one of many train compartments Quiet. But please explain how you would do that for flight without a) adding more flights in a climate and airline crisis or b) restricting children and loud people from existing flights. Idk u all recommending Caroline Criado Perez & pulling this out.

Are you aware of just how many daily flights exist on some routes? Stanstead-Edinburgh and Stanstead-Glasgow run three or four times a day and that is only one of the London airports. I just checked London-Paris for a random day and there are 25 flights and about ten of these were Heathrow-Charles De Gaulle. Healthrow-JFK had like a dozen in a fucking day (and I made sure to not count the ones where some airlines had bought tickets on another airline’s actual flights.)

There are a lot of flights every single day so no, I don’t think it’s so bad to restrict children and loud people from some already existing flights when there are already a lot of other options available because some people don’t want to be stuck with a screaming baby for like two or three hours. Like, would it actually be that bad for families to only be able to go on 20 of the those flights to Paris? That they can only take 7 LHR-CDG flights rather than 10? Or 9 LHR-JKR rather than 12? Sure maybe a little more annoying to book, especially if you are doing transfer flights but hey, sometime’s that’s just life. Because this is what I’ve been defending: I think it’s okay that a minority of fights on routes where there are already a lot of daily flights between two airports to be childfree. Not completely taking away families’ ability to travel. Not adding more flights on every single route so that childfree options are available.

And stop sending me asks about this topic. I said last night I was done, so I’m answering this one and this one only because I assume that you missed that.

[seinrobinendo]

The Return Chapter 2 Extermination and The Prophecy

We see two solders walking casually through a destoryed town.

They both carry guns around their shoulder.

Kevin : you know that movie by Quentin Tarantino called, what was it.?

James : which one?, damn it, what was the name?, it had a black and a white guy in it right?

Kevin : yeah exactly, I got it, it was called pulp fiction.

James : yeah what from it?

Kevin :you know how they talk about how Burgers taste different in America and in Paris.

We hear a shrill scream in the background. It sounds that of child.

Both James and Kevin Pause for a second. They look at the direction of the scream and walks towards it.

James : yeah I remember what about it?

James and Kevin start removing the rubble in front of them.

Kevin : I was thinking, how this burgers as a concept is overrated.

James : yeah right

Kevin : none of that shit that Americans say are delicious are as delicious as they say to be.

Both of them remove the rocks. And there we see a girl child.

Child: Help?

Kevin shoots at her, killing her instantly.

James and Kevin continue walking as if nothing had happened.

Kevin : I mean nothing beats our traditional food.

Kevin : there is something special in it.

Bella (v. O) : this is genocide. They are killing women and children.

We see a woman wearing a helmet with the word ‘press ‘ written on it. She is talking to the camera.

Bella: an entire generation of children have been killed. They say they are killing the suppose Modoru generals and military men. But that is a lie.

We hears gunshots and then an explosion. The we hear the camera falling and there is blackout.

The darkness slowly parts as Bella opens hers eyes.

We see the town that is standing is burning.

A pair of boots show up.

Voice : oh you still alive?

We hear the gun cocking.

Bella : remember me, I curse you and your descendents to eternal hellfire.

Another voice calls out.

Platoon commander Peter: Hell fire? Huh

Bella looks up to see a senior officer.

Peter : my great grandfather was tortured and killed, his entire family burned in front of him.

Peter : why!? Because we looked different,

Peter : or maybe because people simply liked to kill certain people during certain times.

Peter: my grandfather escaped and now I am here. Don't threaten us with hellfire pathetic Modoru, we are the revenant.

Peter : we have already been through hellfire.

Bella: no you have not!

Bella : your great grandfather would be rolling in his grave seeing what you are doing.

Bella : your hellfire is coming

Peter laughs

Peter : only the truth wins.

He cocks the gun at her.

Bella: really what if everyone is dead, then only your lie would remain right,

Peter laughs

Peter : you still think justice and truth is on your side eh?

Peter : then, I will give you this, I will not kill you here. Survive. Bring forth another generation of monsters from your womb. If your children avenge their parents, then I will accept that what we did here is wrong.

Bella looks at him as if dumbfounded.

Perter turns

Peter : no survivers here.

Let's move out.

We see a walled city. The roads are good. And there are people walking there. We hear children laughing

We cut to a table where a family of grandparents mother father and 2 kids are happily eating breakfast.

Through the window we see the city.

This the city of Joho.

We hear the news from the TV.

Newsreporter : The Joho defense forces have captured more areas under Modoru terrorist occupation. Many generals of Modoru were killed.

We see footage of President Ten

President Ten : we are making steady progress. We will not be stopped.

President Ten : if anyone questions our actions, they are not standing for those who suffered from the unprovoked attacks by Modoru on Dec 25 th.

We see ruins and bodies

President Ten : this is justice, not genocide.

We see the mother of the family washing up the plates.

Mother: see ya.

We see the mother leaving the house .

The family replies : see ya

We see the mother whose name is Maria walking hurriedly down the road

Anna (in the background) : Maria

Maria looks back

Maria : Anna

Anna:both of us are late, let's go.

They both walk quickly.

They arrive at place and there is a a small crowd of women of their age and a man is speaking

Man: so I thank you for your work. You take time out of your lives to make bread for our sons husbands and brothers who are now fighting for our great nation

Man :may God bless you all.

We see the mothers making bread , packing it and the breads rocking in the back of the truck.

Then we see military men eating it.

We see Kevin and James eating it

Both of them eat with satisfaction

Kevin : this is what I am talking about.

We see an old man with heavy priestly robes sitting In a room. His eyes are closed. In the room there are two young men.

They seem to be in a bunker. As we hear gunshots and bombs dropping above.

Suddenly the old man whose name is Seraph opens his eyes.

Seraph : you kids, listen to me

Both young men turns towards Seraph. They look surprised by the fact that he is talking.

Seraph : call him, call your leader, I have something to talk to him

One of the young men makes haste,

Young man #1: yes yes

He moves out of the bunker.

Seraph : it is time for the world of the future.

One of the young men is in bunker looking at someone or something.

We see what the young man is looking.

He is looking at an old man. But he looks more like a retired military strategist or general more than anything. His name is Park.

Park : Huh, The head of our religion needs to see me.

One of his aides is talking.

Aides1: sir leave this, we are facing an outright extermination

Aides1: what are we going to do sir.

Park : man it is being boring lately. My Brain

Aides1: the only reason we, or rather you the Supreme leader of our region survived is because the Joho army destoryed this place and somehow did not find you.

Park : my brain has not been stimulated lately. Maybe I should go and meet this old man.. Maybe we can see some breakthrough.

We see Park getting up and walking towards the door of the bunker with the aide and the young man.

Aide1: it is really a miracle that we managed to survive. I mean your hold over God is showing maybe.

Aide1: but even you have to admit this is shitshow  at the least.

Park : what is life but to find what is said to be fascinating in reality

Aide1: all of our top brass was like wiped out. These monsters, they are not aiming for self defense. Can't you see, they are using our attack as an excuse to wipe us out of the planet.

Park : what I need is a story.

The three of them are out of the bunker and walking on the rubbles of a destoryed town.

Park is walking like he is walking through a playground.

Aide1: you know when you planned that bombing on 25th December, did you expect this. No right? Or wait a minute, did you?

Park : a story is necessary for engraving our names into history, for a good life, for everything.

Park : what is my role, what is my role.

He raises his hands up to the sky as if asking God.

Aide1 : I remember what you said, we are in a stalemate. There is no movement. No friction. We need something. Something to move things. That is what you said.

Park  and the other two  people enter the bunker. Inside the bunker we see Seraph

Park: Seraph you old fool, bring me something good.

Seraph : you created this mess, Park. You brought forth this extermination.

Park : my choices alone doesn't determine the future Seraph. Everyone choices precipitated this situation. One can only hope that their attempt to change the world comes to fruition. But the truth is that the future which will come is ultimately shaped by the choices of all the people.

Park : in this situation, that would be The Modoru and Joho people.

Seraph : you are talkative as ever Park

Park : don't waste my time Seraph, why have you called me.

Seraph : I had a revelation from God.

Park looks on without saying anything.

Seraph : the circumstances have created a situation where God’s hand has to be called out. A prophet will emerge from our midst.

Park (inner voice) :oh this is good, I cannot believe the situation detoriated to such an extent that ‘messianic ‘ figure will emerge. Oh man I am getting the chills.

Seraph : a man who has seen a thousand deaths will emerge. He will be subject to torture. But in the end he will reestablish peace between Joho and Modoru.

Park : oh this is good Seraph this is too good.

Park turned around to walk out.

Seraph : you know people of this age would be sceptical of prophecies and such.

Park : but I am a politician Seraph. I know it is a land crying for help when random old people start believing a messiah is coming to save them.

Seraph : what are you saying?

Park : What I am saying is that the your messiah will surely come.

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[nahalism]

how are you feeling? -

i have been contemplating on moving to france or africa. in my spirit, i feel very happy about it but when i have to think about financial reasons, i panic a little bit. starting everything all over again can be slightly scary.

but i have an aunty who has a stroke. myself and my brother look after. and it feels like we might be ungrateful if we move out and leave her because the extended family believe myself and my brothers have benefited from her(we pay no rent and she took us in like her own)- she’s my mum’s older sister.

i have been doing this since i was 15years. i’m 25. her son lives with us but he doesn’t do so much. (not to be rude) i told my family i want to relocate and they don’t seem so happy, especially my mum and other two brothers. i have three brothers but i live with one and my cousin.

i truly feel so happy and free when i’m in africa. maybe the reason why i want to move to france too is because my mum lives there. but idk, will i be ungrateful to want to relocate?

do you advise to relocate even if you don’t have enough savings? but ofc i’m on a job hunt at the moment (applying in paris and in africa) - a well paying position.

i am partially unemployed (if that’s the right way to say it) i have savings. enough for a good three months but i feel i could do better. i’m so hard on myself right now in terms of not having a stable job. i have a degree in education but sigh it’s been a bit stressful getting a job.

sometimes the voices of people become so loud, which leaves me doubting my own voice and makes me feel like my decision and feelings don’t matter so much. i seek for answers from others when i know the answer is within.

i apologise for having you absorb this.

hey angel. im blessed, ive been going through some life things i cant lie, but all in all have nothing to complain about

dont apologise for asking for another perspective <3. my only concern is that you feel the voices and opinions of others are so strong that you often dont hear your own voice. as such youve almost answered the question for me, because my voice/ my opinion, although objective is still just another voice to consider. the only persons feelings who matter are your own, so the true solution lies in the conclusion you come to when youve had some time and distance from the situation & can contemplate it clearly. ultimately i think you already know what you want to do. youve damn near planned your way to living in africa/paris lol. perhaps you came to me to affirm that choice so you'd feel less guilty making it?

you shouldnt feel guilty. there are so many factors at play here. theres the culture clash of african mentality (communal expectation, and obligation of youth to their elders) and western individualism (living ones own life primarily for ones self). as such the choice boils down to taking on imposed responsibility (against your will/desire and at the cost of your freedom) and having the choice to choose your own path and find joy doing it (yet sometimes this path leads to the illusion of freedom but not the attainment of it)

if ive understood that part correctly then id agree with you in saying its not an easy choice, however it still comes down to the decision you can live with making, not just today, but in the future. i personally have had to make similar choices, and its never as cut and dry as it seems. no one should be forced to carry a burden they dont want to, especially when the option isnt to share the burden (giving you and your brother a chance to live your own lives) but rather to shirk the responsibility entirely on to the two of you. the price for your auntie raising you and sustaining your life shouldn't be servitude to her, it should be the reward of actually getting to live your life. that is how you thank her sacrifice. moreover it was her choice, her sacrifice. not a binding contract. she gave to you because she found it in her heart to. simple as, if you know your grateful, theres nothing left to proove. — she has siblings and family (i assume, from what you wrote) who are enabled to stand on the outskirts because you are carrying the burden of responsibility that they refuse to carry. if they're happy to watch you sacrifice, and let you feel selfish for not doing so, its because you doing what your doing means they dont have to do it. if that is the case — why would they empower you to leave when it would mean more responsibility for them? im not saying this to belittle, or judge them, just to make it clear to you that you should not be listening to them, or their opinions because they dont have your interest at heart.

on the other hand, your auntie does have your interest at heart, (since she raised you). consider your relationship with her and what as an adult, you would like to give her. is that thanks through care & comfort now that she ms the one who needs care, or is it allowing others to step up and care for her (you've taken your turn for the past ten years) and pursuing prospects you wouldn't be able to take on as a carer for her and her situation? this is a decision that should be made out of truth. not guilt and consideration of the past. when your in bed at night in africa or paris, consider if you will sleep easy knowing the decision you made and your reasons for making it. its very possible you moving will allow you to blossom (being away from what sounds like a stressful family situation) and that could bring unforeseen profit to not only you but those you live and care for. perhaps you moving short term, is best for her and your family long term? only you know whats within you. if you aunty still has command of speech its worth sitting with her one on one, discussing what you feel and hearing her thoughts on it. if she can give you her blessing no more really needs to be said and you moving doesn't have to compromise your relationship.

a question that might help you find your answer: is you leaving running away to some extent? is there no way for you to be who you are freely from where you are? what you are, what you feel, the thing that drives you, it finds you wherever you are the world. so just try to ensure your making your choices from a place of understanding, not escape, because you cant outrun or escape whats within you. holidays bring different fantasies than moving.

there are times i chose myself and it paid dividends. to have chosen another would have meant repeating a cycle and i decided that i was here to break the cycle. so i found peace in that choice. there were other times i chose myself only to realise i have no self without those who came before me. staying helped me build and mend, and grow in character & self knowledge. staying was what broke the cycle. it brought peace, harmony and love where there was none.

i know i couldnt give a direct answer, but i know you have what it takes to find the right answer for yourself, and the courage to act on it and excel at whatever you choose. dont let people pressure you. dont let people bully you. live according to what you feel & what you know is right in your heart. sending you my love and big blessings <3:*

#ask

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

325 of 2023

How old were you when you met your first love?

21 or so. Maybe 22.

Are you taking this survey in a place other than your home?

No, I’m at home yet, but at the beginning of May I was taking surveys from another country lol.

Did you get ice cream from the ice cream truck when you were little? Do they still have an ice cream truck where you live?

I don’t think there have ever been any ice cream trucks in this country.

What has been the most traumatic experience of your life? Does it still bother you?

That brain haemorrhage and yes, it does. I’m gonna be disabled for the rest of my life.

Who was the last person in your family to graduate high school? Was it you?

We don’t really have high schools here, our education system doesn’t work like that. Most of my family has university degree, except my mum and one of my cousins.

Have you ever been to Disneyland?

No. I had the chance to go in Paris, but it got postponed.

Your last ex finds out you’ve fallen in love with another person?

It’s lame lol.

What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had?

Coca Cola.

What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed?

Biologically impossible.

Has the last person you kissed met your family?

Of course. We’re married, after all.

Why are you doing this survey?

Because I can.

Don’t you hate it when your cell phone dies in the middle of a convo?

Who doesn’. I use this function only for important calls, so.

When people fill out your surveys, do you read their answers?

Sometimes. It’s a good way to get to know someone.

Have you ever had to cancel a bank account?

No, but one of my accounts almost got closed.

Was the last conversation you had an argument?

No, not really. Rather lots of joking.

If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

I already did.

Would you run down the street naked if it meant earning $15,000?

No. I got enough money and I’m not desperate.

Would you date someone three years older than you?

Lol what a huge age difference, really.

When was the last time you had Starbucks?

Two days ago, or three days.

Who was the last friend you added on Facebook?

I don’t even use Facebook.

Are you in love?

I do love, that’s what I know.

Where was the last place you got completely wasted?

Never got “completely wasted” in my life lol.

How long was your longest make out?

Pff, I’m not into such things.

What if you were pregnant and the last person you kissed was the father?

Omg I didn’t know guys are capable of getting pregnant! You deserve a Nobel prize for your discovery.

Do you want to dance?

No, thanks.

How has the week been?

It’s Tuesday, too early for summaries.

Have you ever changed the prices of items at a store?

No, it’s not as funny as it sounds.

In your opinion, which hurts more physical or emotional pain?

Both can hurt, and surely they do.

When did summer break start for you?

It didn’t start, I’m on a sick note from work.

What else are you doing right now?

Exercising my left hand.

When was the last time you drank alcohol? What was it?

Long ago, I’m not allowed anymore.

Speaking of toast, what do you eat on yours?

I don’t like toast. Ew.

Do you own an iPod/mp3 player? What kind?

No, I don’t. I have Spotify in my phone.

Are you going to any concerts or festivals this summer?

It’s possible, but not for certain.

If not, are there any you really want to go to?

I don’t think so. I hang out in whatever occurs on my way. It’s possible I’m gonna be away this summer.

When’s your birthday?

25 April.

When was the last time you got drunk/high? What happened?

Never got high, it’s been years since I got drunk.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey