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lixie-phoria · 5 months

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ੈ✩‧ ➛ han jisung thinks he's subtle as he pines over you

pairing : han x gn reader ; genre : fluff | warnings : none ; word count : 0.8k words

summary : han jisung couldn't be more subtle as he pined after you. ranging from eagerly buying your merchandise to watching your favorite shows just so he has more reasons to talk to you. it would've been adorable if it hadn't been going on for so long.

if there was one thing han jisung would never judge overly zealous kpop stans for, was their passion. Never for the way they would viciously defend their bias or spend an unnecessary amount of money when trading photocards. He would never question their excitement. He couldn't. Not when he was on the same boat as them.

You were a rookie idol, so new to the world of kpop, so full of life and love for what you did, never letting the fame get to your head. Nobody could blame han for falling for you, really. The poor boy was so in love it was comical. He thought he was subtle with the way he was always steaming your music and buying your merch. He thought nobody would notice the secret fan account he ran for you on Twitter and Instagram. Han jisung thought he was a mastermind for the way he "skilfully" kept his crush a secret. But the boy could fool absolutely nobody, not his members nor yours. yes things were hard because of JYPs dating ban for rookie idols but did that stop him from being delusional? absolutely not.

the members caught him multiple times giggling to your instagram posts or marveling at your vocals during a performance. it was like watching a teenage boy fall in love for the first time, complete with the dreamy sighs and feet kicking.

when changbin caught jisung eagerly watching a show in their dorm early one morning, he wasn't that surprised. but when he found out it was a romance show? that raised a few questions because nearly everyone knew han was more of a horror lover. that was until the older man found out the shows name. of course han jisung was watching the show you had recently revealed in an interview you were obsessed with. the excited grin on his face and slight furrow between his brows as he concentrated on the plot would've been adorable if changbin hadn't been so exasperated. This was the seventh k-drama jisung was watching for you. just so he could find more reasons to talk to you, as if he didn't spend nearly half his time texting you either ways.

"Enjoying the story, han?"

of course han hadn't noticed changbin walk into his room. not when he was dutifully remembering every moment playing on the screen so he could talk to you about it later.

"yeah it's a nice show."

"i bet the person who recommended it is real nice too, huh?"

"hyung!"

changbin wished he could take a picture of the blush spreading across jisung's face and down his neck and send it to you with a message in big bold letters reading THIS MAN IS IN LOVE WITH YOU PLEASE ACKOWLEDGE HIM!!! but jisung would go wild so he chose the safer option of leaning again the younger boy's door frame, a teasing smirk playing at his lips.

"do you like this show better than the one you finished watching last week, which was also recommended by y/n?"

"i am not watching these shows just because y/n likes them."

"oh ok, so you're not going to text them about this episode the instant you're done watching it?"

"nope."

"good! so you don't mind if i text them about it instead? because i just finished the show last night."

it was a lie, obviously, but han was immediately scrambling up from his position on the bed, trying to convince changbin against it while trying not to blow his cover.

"just tell them you like them, jisung, y/n's not gonna avoid you for it."

"chan hyung just finished teasing me about this too, please don't start again."

changbin wished he could record han whining his denials too, because he couldn't believe how whipped someone could be.

that was until jisung's phone vibrated with a notification, and his disbelief only grew as he watched his member's eyes light up. jisung kept only your notifications on, so it was obvious who had texted him. all thoughts of changbin were forgotten as jisung eagerly read whatever you had sent, typing back his response immediately, earning a snort from changbin. jisung was known among their friend group for being a ghoster, but of course he was texting you back immediately. changbin knew he wasn't going to get any more responses when han didn't even look up from the screen.

"you better confess soon or im going to text them from your phone one day."

"you wouldn't dare!"

"i most certainly would."

changbin cackled as he left the younger boy shouting indignantly from his room. he knew the seven of them would breathe a sigh of relief only when han finally came clear to you about his feelings. until then, all they could hope for was the boy mustering the courage required to do so quick.

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jaegeraether · 5 months

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 17)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (17)

Masterlist (other parts here)

“I’ll tell you what she said when I see you in a few days, okay? I think it’s better done face to face.”

Jordan sighed. “You’re right, it’s just my emotions talking. And you’re sure you’re okay? You have a nasty black eye in that photo..”

“I think that’s the worst it’s going to get, fingers crossed. It’s still sore, and I’m going to have a scar but I’m okay, Dory.” Lucy nudged her and jerked her chin towards the phone. “Oh, and Lucy wants you to know that you’re my bodyguard while she’s in Spain.”

“I’m smaller than you, mate!” Jordan laughed. “I’ll just make you come to all the training sessions so we have a Villa army to protect you.”

“I don’t think management will be happy with the potential of your players getting bricked by three of Lucy’s wives, but I’ll take whatever I can get!”

Jordan laughed and Lucy groaned at that, not looking impressed. YFN reached out and stroked her cheek.

“Oh, and you two soft-launched again?!”

“Did we?”

“Hard launch incoming soon!” Lucy said loud enough for Jordan to hear.

YFN raised her eyebrows and Lucy wiggled hers cheekily.

They ended the call with promises to see each other soon and talk about Leah.

YFN turned to Lucy who was doing a crossword. It was night time now, the Arsenal girls had left, and they were alone for another night in the hospital. YFN had suggested that Lucy go home to a more comfy bed, but that idea was met with an absolute no. She’d brought more clothes for them, as well as things to keep them entertained. Like the crossword.

“It’s late…” YFN said.

Lucy nodded, finishing her word and then putting the it away. She put her arms behind her head and laid back against the inclined hospital bed, her eyes roaming over her girlfriend unashamedly.

“We need to talk about lawyer costs. I-”

“No.”

“Luce, please-”

“Nope.”

“This is my issue.. it’s unfair.”

Lucy shrugged. “Even if it was your issue, which it isn't.. your issues are my issues.”

“I have the money, you know.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow at YFN’s cheeky attempt to start an argument. She was amused by it. “So do I, so much that I don’t know what to do with it. And if I can’t spend it on the people I love then what’s the point?”

YFN’s heart skipped at beat at that word, love, and she shared a look with Lucy, but chose to not go down that rabbit hole. Not yet. “Makes me feel like a prostitute.”

The most genuine laugh bubbled up in Lucy that she’d ever heard. “Oh, I’d pay much more for your sex.”

YFN groaned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t like-”

“-things feeling one sided and like you’re not contributing?”

She pouted at the knowledge that Lucy had perfectly summed up her thoughts.

Lucy leant forwards and took her by the waist, pulling her onto her. Lucy’s hands went under her shirt, massaging her hips and waist. YFN’s hands found Lucy’s traps and gently traced there, and up the sides of her neck. All of it was so... natural.

“You give me so much already. There’s no keeping tabs here. You’d do the exact same for me.”

YFN knew there was no winning the conversation, also knowing she’d get her back at some stage. Money didn’t mean much to either of them, and even if it did, they were both happy to spend any amount on each other.

YFN’s hands had moved up to the sides of Lucy’s head, tracing the outlines of her ears before letting her hair down for the night, removing her glasses, and weaving her fingers in her hair, gently massaging. Lucy groaned, her eyes rolling back, lips parting as her head automatically tilted back into her fingers. Lucy enjoyed the feel for a while before she adjusted, one hand going to YFN’s lower back, pressing her forward while the other carefully pushed up the front of the shirt she was wearing – Lucy’s shirt – just high enough to expose her breasts to the cool air of the room. She brushed her lips over her nipple, then her tongue, and then it was in her mouth, gently sucked, her tongue getting involved. YFN whimpered, her hands gripping in Lucy’s hair, holding her there. It was one of her favourite things, and the feel of Lucy’s jaw shifting as she sucked was one of the sexiest things to her. Lucy took her time and began kneading her second breast in preparation. She eventually finished with the first, covering it with her shirt so it wasn’t cold and moving onto her other nipple, tongue circling around it teasingly before taking it in her mouth. YFN groaned, her insides getting needy and she had to restrain herself from grinding on her girlfriend.

“God, you’re such a tease.” YFN moaned, a little breathless.

Lucy chuckled with her nipple still in her mouth and sucked a little longer before she let go, pulling her shirt back down and making sure it covered her hips.

“You started it.”

She scoffed and unwillingly dismounted her athlete of a girlfriend, crawling under the covers and patiently waiting until Lucy had lowered the bed and was also under the covers, holding her.

YFN was glad to be leaving the hospital. She was even more glad to be leaving the city, though this had come with a little speed bump as she needed her stitches out in 5 days, and would no longer be in the city. Luckily, she was referred to a doctor in Birmingham who made an appointment for her. Lucy wasn’t entirely happy that she wouldn’t be there and again tried to tell YFN that she could delay her flight. That wasn’t an option for her.

They left the hospital and went straight to Lucy’s London home. Lucy wasn’t more than a metre away from her at all times, incredibly protective and aware of their surroundings. YFN loved this, and was okay with it because it made her feel safe, and Lucy more relaxed knowing she was safe. They packed and left the apartment early, trying to beat the traffic. They didn’t. Normally this would frustrate Lucy but YFN made sure she was well entertained with music, singing, terrible jokes, and being fed all of the snacks she could possibly want. And when all else failed, she even pulled Lucy's hand under her shirt and bra to grab her breast. This worked immediately, of course, the right-back threatening to find an empty parking bay along the way.

They drove straight through Birmingham and kept going on to Manchester. They arrived just after midday and drove straight to Lucy’s house to get settled in. YFN kept her clothes in her suitcase though, knowing they’d be leaving for Birmingham in a day or so. While Lucy unpacked and changed her clothes, YFN wandered the house, getting a feel for it. Her house in London had been similar, very simplistic, modern, neutral colours. It was a mix of concrete greys, white and black, offset by the silver of the kitchen appliances and the sun shining through the skylight. The only trophy to be seen was one from when she was young, with a picture of young Lucy, her mum, dad, brother and baby sister as she held the award proudly. She had a few photos around the house, all of family and a few of Narla. YFN thought she looked cute. Outside was small, a little courtyard of lawn and a small patio, just large enough to entertain her family. She remembered having a discussion with Lucy about where she’d live after she retired, and she’d wanted to stay in Manchester, close to her family, though wanted a house big enough to have a football pitch in the back yard. As she stared outside she felt two arms sliding around her as Lucy hugged her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

YFN leant her head against Lucy’s and nodded. “I love it. It feels… like being on the inside of your brain. All neat and tidy, but bright and open.”

Lucy chuckled. “Yeah, this place has been good to me. Wish I had a bigger back yard though.”

YFN smiled because she’d just been thinking that exact same thing. She leant her head back, exposing her neck and Lucy took advantage, her lips caressing and kissing that sensitive skin.

“If you keep doing that, we're going to be tempted to stay in tonight..”

Lucy took those words and teased her harder, nipping at her earlobe and kissing down to her collarbone, her hand creeping up to her breast.

YFN let herself enjoy it until her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and checked. It was an email from the company the girls had been talking about. With her permission, Katie had passed on her email to them at the hospital. Lucy looked over her shoulder and read with her.

“That’s positive… they want your resume and examples of the column you used to write?”

YFN nodded. “And it says the resume is only needed for the reference checks. They also say they’re excited to meet me because they’ve heard quote ‘wonderful and positive comments and recommendations from several players…’”

The girls must have talked her up to the company. She smiled at that, a little blush arising. Lucy noticed and kissed her cheek, YFN feeling that wide grin of hers. She pocketed her phone and turn in her arms, facing her girlfriend.

“I need something..”

“Please tell it’s sex, because I’m all in little one.” She leant down to kiss her and was stopped by YFN’s fingers on her lips.

“Actually, I need your WIFI password for my laptop?” She grinned. “I need to send this off before we leave for your parents.. but it’s nice to know you’re still sexually attracted to me with this hideous black eye and bandage.”

Lucy pulled her hand away from her lips and kissed that ‘hideous black eye’.

“You’re stunning.” She whispered huskily before giving that cheeky look of hers. “So… no sex?”

“I just can’t believe this!” Lucy’s mum, Diane, said, cradling YFN’s face to better look at her black eye. Lucy’s dad, Joaquim, was over Diane’s shoulder, adjusting his glasses and looking equally appalled.

“This… will scar?” He asked with a strong accent, gesturing to her bandage. He was Portugese, making Lucy half English-half Portugese.

YFN nodded.

“How big?”

Lucy was there then, pointing to where the line of stitches under the bandage were, roughly 3 inches long and dissecting the end of her eyebrow. They both winced.

“Do you remember it?” Diane asked.

“I remember most of it.. when the brick hit the window, I can’t remember anything from there on. I can’t remember the impact beyond pain. I can’t even remember Luce finding me. There’s patches in the car where I was in pain because she was holding my head on the way to the hospital, but only patches. I was a bit dazed.”

“She was a bit fuzzy the day after too, a little unsure on her feet. She’s much better now.” Lucy said, giving her a kiss on the shoulder. Lucy being so loving in front of her family made her heart swell.

They settled down to eat dinner, Lucy’s brother Jorge, his wife Charis and their kids arriving just on time. Lucy’s younger sister Sophie and her girlfriend also joined, it being YFN’s first time meeting them.

The Bronze family made her feel at home immediately, they were all so genuine and… odd almost. Like Lucy. But in the best way. At one point they were all sharing embarrassing stories from Lucy’s childhood, her mum bringing out photo albums, much to Lucy’s embarrassment. It was brilliant. YFN’s stomach was sore from laughing so hard. She also realised that they were all quite intelligent, especially Jorge. He and Lucy liked to challenge each other a lot. At one point YFN was helping Diane with the dishes, and was getting a little worried at how loud they were shouting at each other, the last 2 people standing in a card game. Lucy eventually won and made it known very loudly. Diane had laughed and told her it was quite normal when it came to anything competitive in the family.

They all joined in playing several card games, charades, and even answering quiz questions. Lucy refused to be teamed up with anyone other than YFN and dragged her around the room dancing and singing loudly whenever they won something, which was surprisingly often as YFN was so great at the quizzes that the family seemed impressed.

They played a lot with Lucy’s niece and nephew also, Alzira and Freddie.

“You love them a lot, don’t you?” YFN stated.

“They keep me grounded more than anything else in my life. They keep me so incredibly humble also.. when we’re in the stadiums, they’re not even impressed because they think it’s so normal. It really helped me during the World Cup in Australia.” She paused what she was doing, Alzira in between her legs playing with Lego. “I would have really liked to have known you when I was in Australia..”

YFN blushed under Lucy’s gaze, as she helped Freddie with his Lego piece. “I would have really liked to show you my country.”

“We still have a lot of time..”

“You’d want to see it?” YFN's eyes flicked excitedly to Lucy's green comforting ones.

“Of course! It’s your home. I want to see everything about your home that inspired you. Everything you were born and raised around. Anything you’d be excited to show me. And that includes your nan and brother.”

Just when she thought she couldn’t love her any more.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that actually.. I have a group call with my nan and brother tomorrow if you’d like to join? We try to do it every month. They already know about you, of course.”

Lucy grinned wide. “Yeah? I’d love that. Oh I can’t wait to ask for embarrassing stories they have about you, like the ones my family just roasted me with.”

Charis came over then. “Your mum wants some help with the TV? Something about an HDMI cord. I think she’s trying to play old videos of you…"

Lucy groaned and got up, Charis replacing her to sit behind Alzira. She smiled at YFN and they spoke a bit about the Bronze’s and life as a mum.

“Narla!” Freddie said suddenly, looking at Charis and opening and closing his fists.

“You miss Narla?”

The little kid nodded. “Narla!”

“You want to talk to her?”

“Yeah!”

Charis rolled her eyes at YFN who just grinned at the boy’s insistence. “He thinks Narla can answer the phone.” She whispered sneakily as she texted someone and then made a phone call, and suddenly Narla was on the end of the phone. Freddie grabbed the phone, grinning as he looked at the Westie on the other end. This was also the first time YFN had seen the dog as she watched from behind Freddie.

“Ohhh she’s so cute! I can’t wait to meet her!”

At the sound of her voice, the camera moved to a woman she recognised as Lucy’s ex, Keira Walsh.

“Oh!” Keira looked surprised. “Hi, YFN. I’ve heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you!”

YFN wasn’t expecting that at all, and she stumbled over her words before she managed to find something to say. “Oh… Keira! Hey. You’re… you’re back in Spain?”

“Yeah, yeah. Luce is lucky she got to stay in England a bit longer. It's for the best with her knee though and I know the family all missed her too.”

YFN nodded politely, her heart beating a little too fast. She was more than aware that Keira was Lucy’s best friend, and the most important person in her life besides her mum. She’d wanted to make a good impression when she first met her, and looking at herself in the phone, her reflection looked tired, with a big white bandage and hideous black eye. Not exactly the impression she’d wanted to make. And even worse, her thoughts were running more rampant than that. Keira was with Narla. She was basically on speed dial with the Bronze’s. And also.. Keira was in Lucy’s apartment?

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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The Art of Seduction

You know what the f--k going on here guys

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“Compliments of the gentleman over there”.

You turn around to look over at the man who had sent you the drink, sending him a slight smile before pushing the drink back to the waiter and telling him no thank you. A few moments later who you assumed was the waiter, placed your cocktail in front of you. You were about to thank him before you realized that it was the same man who had sent a drink over. He sat in front of you, dark hair away from his face as he balanced himself on his elbows on the small table.

“So you’re not a mango girl? Noted”.

You simply look him up and down, taking a small sip of the strawberry passion fruit combo you had ordered for yourself, the cocktail he sent you untouched.

“I’m allergic, actually” You deadpan, relishing in the look of absolute disbelief and terror on his face.

“I am so sorry. I had no idea that you were allergic!” He exclaims, seeming to be genuinely sorry.

“Well of course. How could you have known? We are strangers, after all” You quip, chuckling slightly before pulling your book out of your purse and opening it to your bookmarked page, hoping the riff raff would take itself out.

You barely read two lines before he, unfortunately, speaks again.

“The Art of Seduction, huh?” He spoke, parroting the title of your book as if he was a proud first grader, reading a sentence.

How brilliant.

You look up from the page for a quick second, giving a tight lipped smile before returning to your book.

“So, you're trying to seduce someone?” He asks, trying painstakingly hard to be sexy and failing, rather miserably.

“Nope, just trying to read” Your words are spoken as nonchalantly as possible.

“In a bar?” He questions indignantly.

“Yeah, that’s the meeting place we chose” A deeper, smoother voice answers.

You raise your head and have to stifle a gasp; You pray your face doesn’t betray your thoughts. Although it’s near impossible, you try your best to conceal your surprise at the ridiculously handsome, tall man standing by your side.

“I didn’t realize we were having company tonight. I’m Namjoon” He held his hand out for the other young man to take, which he did, begrudgingly.

“DoHyun, I was actually just leaving” He spoke slowly, obviously dejected as he left the booth you were in.

Namjoon watches him leave with a polite smile, sitting down smoothly before letting a scowl overtake his handsome features.

“I hate creeps like that. Your tone, your body language and your words were telling him to fuck off” He places a few books that he was carrying on the table.

“Some people can’t take no for an answer” You sigh, closing your book; You were not in the mood to read anymore.

“Thanks for the save though” Your thanks is welcomed with a curt nod.

“Robert Greene’s a genius isn’t he?” Namjoon compliments, peaking your interest as you finally make direct eye contact with him.

“Isn’t he?” You parrot.

“I love how he explains each seducer with a historical example and then dissects it. He makes it so easy to understand and yet so captivating” Being able to talk about your intense love for the book as well as the author was a passion of yours, a passion Namjoon seemed to understand.

He looks at you with a slight smirk, dark eyes fixated on your own as you speak.

“Is that right? Which one do you identify with most?” He asked, his tone oh so suggestive.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise to his question to which he laughs, the sound rich, beautiful and somehow sexy. It was…lovely to watch him smile.

“What? You're gonna dismiss me too, pretty girl?” His voice lowers an octave in such a way that you had no choice but to take notice.

You shrug, deciding to play coy, though your cheeks burned at his compliment.

“I don’t know, what do you have that the last guy didn’t?” You lean back, taking a sip of your cocktail as Namjoon pretends to think.

“Well” He paused to push his glasses up a bit.

“For one thing, common sense” You giggle at the statement, trying your best not to attract attention.

“And second thing” He grabs your hand from across the table, effectively bringing the focus back on him, pressing his lips gently against the back of it in a kiss.

He held onto your dainty hand as one holds a flower while he gazes into your eyes. His fingers are soft, much larger than yours but gentle with you.

“I am a grown man, not a little boy. Whatever he did was all lust and no actual thought”

You raise a brow.

“A grown man, huh?” You ask, a smile peeking out from the corners of your lips.

He nods before speaking, a hint of a dimple flashing.

“Grown men tend to be straightforward; Games are not really my thing”.

He took a sip of the drink you couldn’t have, seemingly enjoying it before placing it back beside you. His eyes connect with yours again.

“I am very straightforward”.

“And I will stop you when you get too direct” You joke, chuckling at his advances.

“Ah, good. That means I haven’t offended you… yet” He leans forward.

You giggle.

“Yet?”.

A pause.

“I must warn you” He whispers while looking into your eyes from across the table.

You lean in as well, unable to resist his charms.

“Tell me” You speak slowly, his gaze lowers to your lips.

“You’re going to have to stop me soon sweetheart” His voice is low.

“And if I do not?” You ask, watching his eyes darken the longer he stared.

“I may really start to get out of pocket” He ends his statement with a dark chuckle.

Deciding to stir the pot, you ask, “Oh? And what would that look like?”.

He was quick to acquiesce: “Give me permission to show you”.

You look him over, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before you could stop it.

“You speak like you know me, Namjoon” You particularly relish the way that he shivers when you say his name.

It takes him a second to respond.

“You’re in my human psychology and development class beautiful” No later than the words leave his mouth, you want to kick yourself for not recognizing him earlier.

He giggles at the realization that passes over your face.

“It’s finally coming to you” He laughs heartily.

“So, aside from saving me from creeps and flirting with me, why is it you’re now talking to me?” You tease.

“Why are you dodging my question?” His tone mimics yours.

You pause to think about it, giving him permission you mean…Could that truly be a good idea? Your hormones seem to think for you as you find yourself formulating your answer before you realize that you already know what you want. Your teeth gently sink into your lower lip before you can nod your answer, the answer he hoped for. You see a hint of a smile across his lips before he tsks.

“A nod won’t do. Say it for me little one” He spoke darkly, quite lowly.

“Namjoon” You breathe, relishing in the strong domineering aura that his presence gave off.

You feel safe.

His eyes darken yet again, playful aura gone and his whole demeanor changing the second you spoke his name.

“Isn’t it a bit too early for you to be saying my name like that?” He asks, fiddling with your fingers gently.

You shrug before downing some of the liquid courage. You inhale.

“I do nothing without reason so”, Another sip.

“I give you permission” You say before you lose your nerve.

You don’t understand what it was about him that drew you in so much but it was even more difficult for you to resist him. He gave you a look you couldn’t quite place the second you gave your consent before standing up from his side of the booth, brushing his hands on his jeans and walking over to slide in beside you.

You kind of wanted him to think about sliding into something else.

Before he sat down, you notice the way the black t-shirt he wore fit his broad shoulders perfectly, stretching across his chest as if it was made for him. The rings on his finger, his vibrant, healthy blond hair pushed back away from his face, showing off those beautiful, deep dimples and those plush lips which look so soft, full and inviting; He truly was the perfect, sculpted man. He let his left arm curl around the back of the booth before leaning back against the seat next to you.

“Nice being this close?” He asks in a soft, sultry voice.

You lean against him and inhale. He smelled so good, clean and fresh with a hint of spice underneath; It drove you wild in the best of ways. His fingers trailed lightly across the hem of your dress, caressing the soft skin of your mid thigh and dipping underneath the fabric of your skirt every so often.

“This okay?” He asks in your ear, lips pressed against your hair as you nod.

“Mhm” You sound, making the grave mistake of looking up at him and looking into those deep brown pools of desire.

His lips stretched into the ever so slight of smirks and he jerked his head towards your book.

“Why don’t you read to me?” He whispers, kissing your ear ever so softly.

You swallow before picking up the book, looking for the place where you last stopped.

‘’Magnetism. If any physical attribute is crucial in seduction, it is the eyes. They reveal excitement, tension, detachment, without a word being spoken”.

A pause before reading again.

Namjoon’s fingers slipping into the inside of your thighs, lighting a fire as he goes.

“Go on” He whispers, his voice breathy and sultry.

You prop the book up with one hand, letting another fall to his thigh and gripping the thickness there.

“Oh? That’s the energy you’re coming with?”.

You say nothing in response, instead deciding to continue reading.

“Indirect communication is critical in seduction, and also in charisma. The demeanor of Charismatics may be poised and calm, but their eyes are magnetic; they have a piercing gaze that disturbs their targets' emotions, exerting force without words or action” You struggle to keep your voice level as his fingers may their way to the inside of your panties.

His fingers circle your clit, using your wetness to massage the small bundle of nerves as you feel your breathing grow heavy.

“What’s the matter angel?” He asks softly, kissing the side of your head as you lean over on his shoulder.

You want to retaliate; The best you could come up with was grabbing his erection, stroking slowly over the material of his jeans.

“You haven’t finished reading to me” His voice remains level but he’s speeding up his tempo.

You stifle a moan as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Namjoon, come on” You whine, gripping onto his erection tighter and watching the pleasure in his eyes become glazed over with lust.

“Uh-uh, finish the paragraph” he commands.

He needs only do so once.

You groan, sitting up straighter before you decide to speak.

“F-fidel Castro's aggressive gaze can reduce his opponents to silence. When Benito Mussolini was challenged, he would roll his eyes, showing the whites in a way that frightened people. President Kusnasosro Sukarno of Indonesia had a gaze that seemed as if it could have read thoughts. Roosevelt could dilate his pupils at will, making his stare both hypnotizing andintimidating, Namjoon!” You squeal quietlyas he slips in a finger, curling it softly.

“You stopped stroking baby” He comments as he sinks his finger in deeper.

“I’ll finish when you get us out of here” You whisper, leaning against his chest as you relish the feeling of his finger.

Namjoon couldn’t deny that you were cute, the way that you were leaning against his chest and begging to get out of here was the definition of cute. But, the way that you drew him in, the strong confident aura that gave way to his domineering one when he gave a little pushback was oh so sexy.

“One more line baby” He leans down and gives your lips a quick kiss.

“Just one more and we’ll go” He promises.

You look at the page one last time for the night.

“The eyes of the Charismatic never show fear or nerves” The second you finish, he takes his finger from your heat.

Looking into your eyes, he leans down and puts his finger into his mouth, cleaning it thoroughly before leaning down and kissing you softly, his fingers on your chin.

“You bought anything?” He asks against your lips to which you nod.

He stood from the booth, quickly bringing you to stand in front of him and hide his erection before throwing a $50 on the table. He gives a nod to the waiter, then a nod to the guy you dismissed not too long ago.

You giggle at his tactics seeing as you could barely walk a few steps without him pulling you back into him, groaning every single time. You loved his reactions, relishing in the effect that you both had on each other; It was a carnal attraction and you loved it. Namjoon stopped you when you both got to his car. You looked up and down his model before raising your eyebrows, quite impressed.

She was a pretty jaguar, F-type, and the fact that he owned such a car made you briefly question what it is he does aside from being a student. He unlocks it before you can finish your train of thought, cocking his head to the side quickly and smiling.

“Ya boy works his ass off” He spoke before he got into the driver's seat.

Just as he puts the car into drive, you grab his erection with your right hand, stroking it slowly as he begins to pull out of the parking spot.

You nimbly unbutton his jeans, pushing them down as far as it could go so you could reach into his briefs. When you finally wrapped your hand around his erection, you looked over at him in surprise. Your eyebrows nearly shot up to your hairline. He gave you a sideways glance, a smirk accompanying said look as he turned his eyes back to the road.

He knew what you were thinking.

He’s thick. Way thicker than anything you’ve ever had before.

Your panties could’ve been mistaken for a river at the moment; You pull your hand back to spit in it, immediately wrapping it around him again and watching in amusement as he swore and bit his lip at the wheel. You stroke slowly, not wanting to rush this moment.

“Namjoon”.

“10 more minutes baby, just 10”.

“But~” You whined before letting your fingers trail up your own thighs.

He glanced over at you, presumably missing the warmth of your hand, keeping quiet until the moment that you slipped your hand into your panties. You felt the car speed up. You circled your clit just as he did, bucking into nothing as you whined his name. You were so caught in your pleasure and your own fingers that you didn’t notice it until the car turned off.

His seatbelt is unbuckled and no sooner than it’s off, his lips are on yours again. His jeans remain unbuttoned. Before your hand can reach the apex of his thighs, he grabs your fingers. Kissing them once, he leans in closer.

“I am not fucking you in the car” He declared, fixing himself.

“So, your bed then?”.

His smile at that moment could brighten the heavens. He gives you one last kiss before leaving the car.

You fix yourself up quickly, smoothing down your skirt just in time for Namjoon to open your door. Everything else seemed to be a blur of tension and nerves; The next thing you knew you were sitting on his kitchen counter, your skirt bunched up around your hips as his hands found purchase in your thighs. You moaned into his mouth, his plush lips seeming to caress you softly, seducing you even further as he slid your dark colored panties down your legs. Pushing your dress further up your hips, he broke your kiss to eye the apex of your thighs.

“So pretty” he mumbled, letting his fingers caress the soft skin there before he pulled you to the very edge of the counter.

Namjoon held eye contact, watching you right up until his tongue touched your clit. His tongue was so wet, hot and calculated; It was driving you absolutely crazy. Throwing caution to the wind, you grabbed his soft silky locks as you pull his tongue closer. The blonde heard you loud and clear, hooking his arms underneath your thighs and locking them around your lower stomach as he french kissed your nether lips again and again and again. You couldn’t keep still, squirming and bucking against the sensations of his wonderfully skilled tongue.

“Stay still woman” he scolded, before diving back in, this time with a moan that went straight to your head.

Tonguing at your entrance, you could clearly see Namjoon was skilled at this.

“Joon” You called for him, tightening your hold on his hair.

He growled into your pussy, his hands reaching up and grabbing at your chest. The long licks he gave were the last straw for your patience. You yanked up on his locks, to which he looked surprised but let you. You loosen your grip and pull him to you gently. Your noses brush once, then twice before a smile spread across his face. Smelling yourself on his breath, you couldn’t manage any longer: Your arms go around his neck and you’re kissing him as deep as you could manage. The groan that leaves his lips when you wrap your legs around him is sinister, the taste of you on his tongue only making it all the more arousing. You broke the kiss for a quick moment, kissing the side of his neck in the slowest and most torturous way that you knew how as your hands explore the lean muscle you found underneath his shirt. He lets out the prettiest moan and your hand goes to his neck, tilting it upwards so you have free space. Your tongue traces patterns into his skin and you feel his hand grip your waist.

“Enough”.

You stopped kissing him just in time to see the way that his eyes darkened; His shirt goes up and over his head. It falls in a crumpled heap on the floor. The next was his belt, which he undid in the most sexy and aggressive of ways. Your body reacts to his display of aggression, purring as you lean up against his chest. Lifting you by your thighs, he carries you over to where you assume his bedroom was. You nuzzle against him, kissing his chest and occasionally his nipples before he laid you back against the best.

“Needy baby?” he questioned, referring to your behavior.

“Stop talking and come find out” You retorted, leaning up on your elbows so that you could see him properly.

He towered above you in this position; Watching him unbutton his jeans quickly and pulling them down his legs was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

His dick was more impressive in his full glory. The thickness was what had you clenching your thighs together so you could keep quiet. He stroked it once, then twice before taking a step closer.

“Wet it for me” He commanded, his tone dominant.

In that dark, deep voice of his, you’d do anything that Namjoon wanted.

Leaning forward, you looked in his eyes as you did as he asked. He let out a low moan as you wrap your mouth around the tip, licking feverishly at his tip while the spit drips down the sides. Pulling off his dick with a pop, you were barely able to wipe your mouth before Namjoon wrapped a hand around your neck loosely, pulling you up to his lips so you could kiss them.

“Turn around”.

You bit your lip at the command, doing as he asked you to get on all fours. You arch your back deeply, relishing in the low whistle sound that he made as he watched. Namjoon slaps your ass harshly, eliciting a deep, carnal moan from you as you jutted your ass out more for his appreciation.

“You’re filthy baby, you know that? Spitting on my dick and arching your back for me” Namjoon’s dark voice reverberates through the room as he settles himself on the bed, right behind you.

“I’d almost think you do this often” He whispers in your ear as he rubs the head of his dick back and forth against your wetness.

He hisses.

“See how wet your pussy is for me?” His head slips past your barrier.

You stifled a moan, pushing your head into the pillows. His hand is around your throat, lifting you up.

“Stifle another moan and watch what I do to you” He threatened, his voice dark and serious.

“Namjoon” You whined his name as he made it half-way in.

He let a moan slip and you felt even more sexy, pushing back against him as you silently told him you could take more. When he was fully sheathed in your wet heat, he let out a shuddering moan that matched yours.

“I’m about to drown in this pussy baby and I want to hear you enjoy every moment of it”.

He barely gave you time to respond. The calculated strokes that hit your g-spot perfectly spoke for him though.

You moaned loudly, letting out calls of his name here and there as you pushed your ass back against him. His strokes were deep, the sound of your wetness mingling with the symphony of your moans and his. His loud, breathy, open mouth moans against your neck as he grabs onto your hip, shifting to one side so he could have more leverage.

“It’s so thick” You whine, gripping the chocolate silk sheets.

“I know baby, fuck, I know. I want you to see how easily I slide in and out of you” He moaned.

“I can f-feel it. Joon” You whimper.

“Yeah?” He asked breathily before abruptly pulling out of you.

You were about to voice your confusion before he flipped you onto your back, shocking you into silence with his display of strength, as he nestled himself between your legs. He didn’t even bother to go in easy, just slamming into you recklessly.

You could barely hold in your screams, your nails digging into Namjoon’s back as he let out moans of his own. He gave one particularly deep stroke, grinding against your clit simultaneously. You yelped, wrapping a leg around his waist to show how much you liked that.

“You like that, huh?” He asked.

“Yes, Namjoon, yes!” You screamed, bucking up your hips to meet his thrust.

“You’re gonna cum for me, right? I feel your pussy getting tighter” He breathes, grabbing your hips.

You could only make incoherent sounds with how often he was grinding against your clit, holding your hips in place so there was nowhere to run. He was losing himself and that was the sexiest part; Head thrown back, moans loud and reckless. You don’t think he cared who heard but then again neither did you.

“You got quiet on me baby” He paused, kissing your lips once before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

Yeah, because with how deep he was stroking you barely had enough room left in your lungs to breathe.

“Call for me baby” An affectionate nip to your neck.

“Go on” he urged.

“Call for daddy”.

You felt something snap within you.

Daddy, was it?

Bet.

Rolling the both of you over and repositioning yourself on top of Namjoon, you relish in the slight smile that threatens his lips.

“Want me on top daddy?”.

He nods, holding your waist steady as you slide down slowly. He watches you with unfiltered lust as you move your hips back and forth, up and down on his dick. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he felt his heart stop when the word “daddy” left your pretty lips in a moan. Smiling and leaning up a bit, he wraps his arms around your waist and dives into you powerfully from below.

That breaks your rhythm; Your hands fall on either side of his head as you hover over him but his hands press gently against the small of your back and pull you to him.

“Go ahead baby, scream” he urged.

And scream you did; Namjoon was quite the talented man, hitting your g-spot and your clit. You were spilling out onto his lap, wetting his pelvis but you couldn’t care less; You just needed to reach your high.

“Oh fuck daddy, harder I’m gonna cum”.

“Mm cum baby, daddy’s close”.

“Cum daddy please. Cum inside” you moaned filthily as you bounced on his cock.

Namjoon couldn’t even believe his luck; Was this really happening? He was in euphoria unknown as he watched you slide up and down his dick. The way that you bit your bottom lip when you came around him, your face contorting into pleasure as your hips stuttered captivated him in ways that he truly couldn’t begin to explain.

Gripping your hips tightly, he helped you ride out your high as he chased his own. The coil in his belly grew tighter and tighter; He could barely stop himself from thrusting into you as powerfully as he could.

“I’m gonna cum, it’s a lot baby so make sure you take it all”.

With one more he let out the loudest moan he had all night, burying himself deep within you as he emptied his seed while his hips stuttered. You collapsed on top of him, utterly exhausted but absolutely satisfied

Thank the divine for birth control. He wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his cheek against your shoulder as you both calm yourself from your, ahem, activities.

“Hey Joon?”.

“Yeah?” He asked, voice soft.

“Your dick is huge”.

He let out a hearty laugh, the sound wondrous and adorable as he nuzzled your neck, tightening his arms around your waist before kissing your cheek.

“Thanks doll”.

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libra-stellium · 2 months

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*currently reading Venus & Jupiter - Erin Sullivan*

I wanna talk about these two sentences I just read bc I feel like they’re so true for me!

First: “Venus-Jupiter is deeply aware of the disappointments that happen between people whose fundamental beliefs, ethics or philosophy are not harmonious.”

The whole reason I’m reading this book is bc I have Venus sextile Jupiter and I wanted to understand it more. This sentence!!! I can’t even count how many times this conversation has come up for me! I am very quick to dismiss people, especially romantically, if they don’t believe the same as me for what I think is serious in society. And people will be like oh you have to be open to hearing and understanding different points of view! I don’t have to do shit 😂 I heard what I needed to hear and that’s it! As a Libra pretty much everything I believe that deeply has gotten to that point AFTER I’ve already seen the different POVs. I didn’t just wake up like ✨ I think I’ll believe in this today ✨ so if you’re not on the same page as me there’s no future beyond this moment!

I know many women in my life who are in relationships with people that have questionable views and they chose to “look past it” but from the outside you can tell that all the issues in the relationship boil down to the mindset that made that person have these questionable views that they looked past lol all these “solutions” are just painting the red flags green 🤷🏾‍♀️

Second: “Someone with a Jupiter-Venus sextile once said to me that the thing they most feared was a sordid life.”

Bruh!! I get physically heated when people are immoral 😩😩 and sometimes I can just feel it from them and I have to stop being around that! One of the people I hate the most on this earth are scammers!!! They serve absolutely no purpose to society! My friend’s cousin started coming out with us more and I could not understand why I felt so weird about her bc she hadn’t done anything to me and I even was like omg am I being classist?? Nope! Come to find out she is a credit card scammer 😭😭 I could feel it!

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canirove · 1 year

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Best friends… forever? | Chapter 13

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"Is that for me?"

"Yep" Rafa smiles, giving Mila a red rose. "It may be too much, but I don't know, I saw a guy selling them earlier and couldn't help myself."

"I love it when people get me flowers. Thank you." Rúben always gets her a bouquet after she's won a big game. After losing it too. Rúben...

"Are ok you?" Rafa asks her. "You look... I don't know. Weird. Are you sure you want to go out?"

"I do, yes" Mila says. "I need to keep my head busy and stop thinking for a while."

"May I ask what has happened?"

"I'll tell you at the restaurant."

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"Wow."

"I know" Mila says, taking a bite of her food.

"So you are in love with your best friend, who happens to be Rúben Dias, the Manchester City player."

"I’m not in love with him. I am falling in love with him. It isn’t the same." Or that’s what she tells herself.

"And you came to that conclusion thanks to me?"

"Yeah... And I'm so sorry about it. You probably feel like I used you or something."

"Oh, it’s ok. I knew this was just a fling, that it wasn't going anywhere. Our lifestyles and the fact that we don't live in the same country, make trying something very difficult. To be honest, I'm flattered” Rafa shrugs.

"Flattered? What do you mean?"

"You said you chose me because I reminded you of Rúben, and he is like... Fitness, style and career goals. And you, who know him better than anyone, found some of the things he has on me."

"That's... Weird. But ok, if it makes you happy" Mila chuckles.

"Very" Rafa smiles.

"Then can we stay as friends? I wouldn't mind having someone I can visit in Sevilla."

"The doors of my house will always be open for you. But what are you going to do now? Are you going to tell Rúben?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no. Just the thought of it makes me feel this thing in my chest and... No."

"Then?"

"I don't know. We still have a couple of weeks left before the preseason starts, so I guess I'll go back to Portugal with the girls."

"You are leaving Cádiz?"

"Next week it is Eva's brother's turn to stay at the house, and he invites his friends. We have to leave" Mila shrugs.

"Then come to Murcia with me."

"What?"

"You said you've never been, right? I think I can convince Pablo to let me take you as my plus one to the wedding. If you want, of course."

"Rafa, are you... Are you sure? Wouldn't it be awkward?"

"Nah" he says. "So tell me. Are you in the mood for a Spanish wedding or not?"

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"She isn't coming?"

"Nope. She's staying with some new friends she made" Rúben says.

For the first time in years, Mila is missing their "Portuguese gang" reunion at the end of the holidays. And it doesn’t feel ok.

"New friends? Who?" Bruno asks.

"I'm not sure. She just told me that one of them invited her to his wedding."

"That's odd, isn't it? They just met, and she is going to his wedding."

"Anything to stay away from us" Diogo says. "Or from Rúben."

"Or maybe just from you, who suddenly became the annoying one" Rúben spats.

"Hey, let it be peace" Bruno says. "We are on holidays, remember? Let's try to relax and have fun."

"I don't know how we'll be able to do that with grumpy cat over here" Diogo says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm not grumpy" Rúben replies.

"Of course not" Diogo snorts.

"Ok, new rule. It is forbidden to talk about Mila" Bruno says. "She doesn't exist, understood?"

"Do you think you can forget about her for a few days?" Diogo asks Rúben.

"I can" he says. But he knows that is a lie. Even when he doesn’t want to, he finds himself thinking about her. And knowing that she is at someone's wedding, definitely with the guy she was talking with on that photo, doesn't help.

"Great!" Bruno says. "Let's cheers to that, and think what we want to do next. Maybe rent a boat?"

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"Mila, you look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, Rafa" she says, feeling her cheeks getting warm.

"I just hope they don't kick us out of the wedding."

"Why would they do that?"

"Because I'm sure you look ten times better than the bride, and today it is supposed to be her day" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, shut up" she laughs, taking the arm he is offering her.

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"That has to be the most bizarre dance of my entire life" Mila laughs, letting herself fall on a chair.

"I just can't believe that, being Portuguese and spending your summers in Spain, you didn't know about Paquito el chocolatero."

"I don't know, maybe I'm normal" she shrugs.

"If you were normal, you would have known about it" Rafa laughs.

"It is just so... The moves, you know?"

"I know."

"And everyone dances. Adults, children, the grandparents... Everyone!"

"That's Paquito el chocolatero" he shrugs. "Are you having fun?"

"Lots of fun. Thank you for convincing me to come."

"It's been my pleasure. Though maybe we could... End the night with... Actual pleasure, you know?"

"Rafa... Are you asking me if I want to have sex?" Mila laughs, the woman sitting on the table next to theirs giving her an outraged look.

"Just one last time. As a goodbye. To me, to the summer, to Spain..."

"Ok then" she says after thinking about it for a few seconds. She only has a couple of days left of her holidays before she has to go back to Manchester. Before she has to face Rúben and her feelings for him. And God knows how that will go. So maybe having one last wild night with this very nice and very hot guy like Eva liked calling Rafa, wasn't such a bad idea.

"You sure? If you don't want to do it it's fine, I totally get it."

"I'm sure" Mila says. "Your room or mine?"

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Author’s note: In case you are curious about what “Paquito el chocolatero” is, it is a super famous Spanish song with very particular dance moves that it is played on weddings and parties in general, usually when people already are a bit tipsy 😅

The moves that made Mila go 👀 are the ones you can see here at minute 1:27 😂

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Operations Go Awry

This is a mess, but my Operation Nope fic for the @litgwritersroom prompt.

The moment Lily walked in hanging off Harry’s arm, Elladine saw her chance. Normally, she wouldn’t be this person. Never. She would’ve felt sympathy for Devyn when Harry forgot her name as he introduced the girls. But she had to admit it, at least to herself, that she was jealous of the friendship Nicky had with Devyn. Jealous of the way the two of them could share looks and understand each other when she couldn’t. It was the only issue she had with Devyn. So when Genevieve told her that she’d talked to Lily, and Nicky was her back up plan if Harry wasn’t interested- well, she wasn’t going to lose her man over Devyn’s couple. She already lost him to Devyn enough times when they went to have chats and left her alone.

So she cornered Lily on her first day, asking her if she really wanted Harry.

Lily’s eyes were narrowed as she looked Elladine over, “Why would you wanna help me? Isn’t she like the best mate of the love of your life or whatever?”

Elladine rolled her eyes as she responded, “Technically, but sometimes I feel like I can’t trust their intentions with each other. They’ve ditched me constantly to have private chats, and how much he compares her to a sister is such an overcompensation. Feels like-“

“Like he latched on to you early and fancies her now but doesn’t know how to break the news.” Lily smirked knowingly, Elladine returned it with a nod before leveling her with a scowl.

“Look, I know Nicky is your back up. So let’s just…tip the scales for Harry’s decision.” Elladine glanced around the two of them, trying to ensure there were no eavesdroppers. Seb wasn’t too far away, but he was fast asleep on the sun lounger.

Lily leaned a little closer anyway, “What did you have in mind?”

“Do you remember Operation Nope last season?”

Seb knew that Nicky sometimes felt torn between Elladine and Devyn. He couldn’t blame the guy- where Elladine was the picture of an easygoing relationship, Devyn brought out Nicky’s fun side and challenged him. Nicky had even told Seb- and only Seb- at each recoupling that he thought of picking his best mate, even though he had no idea how she’d react. But then he’d end up playing it safe and choosing the same girl since the beginning. Seb couldn’t blame Elladine for being cautious of their friendship when he knew those things, but he couldn’t believe he’d heard her plan this either.

As soon as Elladine and Lily had separated, Seb ‘woke up’, taking just a minute to act out like he was stretching out from a nap, before going off in search of Viv and Nicky.

“That’s the plan I heard.” Seb told them as he finished the story, he wasn’t sure if they’d believe him, but he needed to tell someone what was happening.

“You can’t have heard it right, mate.” Nicky shook his head, “Elladine wouldn’t-“

Viv quietly interrupted, “I don’t know, Nicks, when I told her that Lily said you were her back up plan, she looked absolutely livid. I’ve never seen her look like that. She’s always felt a little threatened by Devyn- to have someone else planning to vie for your attention might’ve-“

“Might’ve what? Pushed her over the edge?” Nicky shook his head, “No way.”

The couple speaking to him weren’t sure what to say- Viv trusted what Seb said he heard, but Nicky just couldn’t imagine the girl he was with ruining something good for his best mate like that. And then Bill chose that moment to wander over, like the secret gossip monger he was, “Bloody hell, mate, you hear Dev kissed Rafi after their date?”

All three of them went stone still as their heads jerked to the roofer, “What did you say?” Nicky’s voiced was laced with disbelief.

Bill nodded, lips pursed, “Didn’t expect her to do that to my lad so late in the game, but maybe she’s been doing just that the whole time- playing the game.”

“Who told you that?” The boys startled at the intensity in Viv’s voice. Intensity wasn’t her style, she was sweet and soft.

Bill shrugged anyway, “I was there when Elladine told Harry. Guess her and Lily were walking past and saw it happen.”

“Elladine. And Lily?” Seb’s tone could only be described as skeptical.

“Does Devyn know?” Nicky asked. He believed Seb now, because as much as he wanted to think Elladine wouldn’t do that to her, he knew Devyn wouldn’t do that to Harry.

The roofer shook his head, “Harry’s waiting for her to admit it. I keep telling him to just call her out.” Nicky shot to his feet, Seb and Viv quickly following as he hurried out of the room, leaving a confused and annoyed Bill in their wake.

When the party started, Harry was astutely avoiding Devyn, so Nicky stuck by her side. He didn’t care that he was giving Elladine the cold shoulder to do it, he wasn’t the only one- he was pretty sure sweet Genevieve was mentally thinking of all the medical ways she could hit her without leaving a mark judging by the expression on her face. The girl in question was masking her annoyance with a sad pout- or attempting to at least. Nicky couldn’t stop analyzing everything about her now that he knew she would do this. But he teamed up with Seb and Viv, and they made sure that Devyn was able to enjoy the party with DJ Timmy Smalls.

And then the tone rang out.

Everyone looked around until their gazes fell on a smirking Lily, and an annoyed looking Rafi. The blonde girl stepped forward, hand on her hip as she directed that smirk straight at Devyn. Nicky saw Genevieve’s glare intensify at it as Lily spoke, “I came here with one person in mind, and at first I thought he wasn’t going to be interested.” Her smirk grew, “But then he told me to pick him. So I’m coupling up with Harry.”

Devyn whirled around to where Harry was standing next to Bill as the boy in question started walking over to the blonde, “Wow. And you just weren’t going to tell me, yeah?”

Harry scoffed, “Like you’re one to talk after what you did.”

“Pray tell, you arse. What did I do?” Devyn’s glare was almost as threatening as Genevieve’s, and Nicky clasped a hand to her shoulder as he answered.

“There’s been a rumor, Dev.” He emphasized the word as he scowled at Elladine, who had the grace to look shocked.

“A rumor, my ass!” Harry yelled, “Ella saw her do it!”

Devyn’s glare spun around to her ‘friend’, “You saw me do what exactly?”

“Pretty sure I can fill in that blank, and clear it up while I’m at it.” Rafi shook his head, arms crossing over his chest, “Elladine told Harry that she saw you kiss me. Said you were planning to have me pick you. I know, because Lily told me about their little plan.” He turned and looked Harry right in the eye, “But that never happened. She said she only wanted one person, and that she was happy with you.”

Harry’s face paled for a second before he scowled, “Yeah, sure. Of course you’d say that.”

“You’re bloody right I would! Because it’s the truth, you absolute prat.”

Devyn huffed a humorless laugh, “You know what? Fine. Good riddance. I’ve never been sure you actually liked me, all you ever talk about is winning. If Viv hadn’t chosen better by picking Seb, you’d still be flip flopping between us.” Harry opened his mouth, but Devyn got his face, poking her finger into his chest, “I only wanted one person here, and it actually wasn’t you.” Before he could say anything, she spun around to the other Islanders, “Who actually believed I did that?”

At first no one moved, but then Tai was calling people out, “Bill, Yaz, I know you both bought into that bullshit. Miki probably did too if Bill was the one that told her.”

AJ awkwardly stepped forward herself, “I didn’t really believe it, but I wasn’t sure either because you told me you weren’t sold on Harry.”

Devyn pointed her finger at AJ, “You get a pass, I can see why you’d believe it. The rest of you that fell for it, goodbye. Do not contact me on the outside.”

“G-goodbye?” Nicky sputtered as Devyn stopped in front of him on her way out.

Devyn shrugged, “Rafi said if he couldn’t pick me, he was going to walk. He knows who I want, but I can’t have him, so with half the villa willing to believe I’d go kiss someone I wasn’t with- I’d rather just follow him out. He’ll make a good friend on the outside.”

“Who did you want?” Seb asked, and Devyn scowled at the gleam in his eye.

“Like you don’t know, you little knob.”

Seb smirked, “Well, Nicky, how you feeling about your couple?”

He scoffed, “What couple?” Elladine gasped, but Nicky ignored her, “If she was willing to do that to someone she knows I care about, then I’m not sticking around. I’ll leave with these two.”

Seb clapped his hands, “Okay. If you’re both leaving, I’m just gonna say it-“

“Don’t you dare!” Viv tried to cover his mouth with her hand while everyone watched confused, but he ducked around her.

“One of you need to confess! I’m sure Rafi knows exactly what I mean.”

The actor nodded seriously, “Honestly, at this point it needs to be out in the open. Nicky settled for Elladine, Devyn settled for Harry.”

Nicky looked at his best mate, gobsmacked, “Do- do you like me?”

Devyn rolled her eyes, scowl still stuck on her face at being put on the spot. He knew she hated that. “Obviously. But I’m a sister to you so-“

“Bloody hell- I’ve never wanted to kiss my sister this much!” Seb snorted, but Nicky ignored him. “So…their operation was technically a success, but how about we head out on a date on the outside?”

Devyn’s lip twitched upward, “Dammit, Nicks, I’m trying to be pissed here.”

He shrugged, “So be pissed with me on the outside, Dev.”

“Fine.” She finally smiled, flipping Elladine off as she turned to Seb and Viv, “You two better win this. No one deserves it more.” She gave them a hug before grabbing Nicky’s hand, he immediately interlaced their fingers. “Viv, you call me on the outside. The five of us will get lunch.”

Rafi groaned, “Great, I get to fifth wheel.”

“Naw,” She smirked, “Tai, Ciaran, and AJ get to join for not being stupid about me.” He laughed with Nicky and Devyn as they moved to pack up their bags.

Masterlist

#litg #litg season 3 #litg nicky #litg harry #litg mc #litg Lily #litg Elladine

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Why people who rightfully hate Sylvie are fans of Wanda? She is also an abuser who faced zero consequences for her actions because she is a woman.

Wanda is an abuser? Look, I'm going to assume this ask is in good faith because if I don't...

I've answered a bunch of asks (this is one of many) about her and Westview but in short, yes, what she did there was wrong and I have never said otherwise. There's also a context and a reason why it all happened and while it doesn't excuse nor justify her, it explains her. No, she's not abuser and for the love of everything stop calling people who you think are evil or somewhat villainous "abusers", that word means something and yes it's a big deal and no it's not a synonym for "bad guy/girl".

But to claim she never faced any consequences... wow. What is this then?

Straight jacket + collar for 1) refusing to sign Accords that removed her and other people's civil rights, 2) fighting a battle started by Stark after he had chosen to ignore what Steve was telling him.

This isn't for Lagos (a place where she saved the lives of countless people on the street, not to mention Steve's, but the media and Ross chose to ignore that and focused on the people killed by... her? nope! Crossbones! But hey, why blame him when you can blame her, amirite?), she is in the Raft for refusing to bow down to Stark + US government after, may I remind you, she had been arrested illegally and forced to stay in the compound.

She faces no consequences, then what is this?

Oh right, they weren't real. Well, they were real to her. She is losing them, killing them in fact, as she willingly chooses to destroy the Hex so that the people in Westview can be free. She could have chosen to keep it up just as easy, she was given a choice and she chose the right thing for everyone except herself.

Wanda: "I'm sorry for all the pain I caused"

Wanda: "I knew you'd show up sooner or later wanting to discuss what happened at Westview. I made mistakes and people were hurt"

Sylvie was told to wait a damn minute so that Loki and her could talk about it and what she did was betray Loki, kick his ass and get on with her personal vendetta not giving a flying fuck who got hurt in the process. And even then I can sort of understand people sympathizing with her (even if I don't) but to claim Wanda is an abuser and she faces no consequences is just plain wrong, not to mention the fact that her gender doesn't change absolutely anything taking into account just how much Waldron ruined her in MoM.

Frankly if we can't tell the difference between explaining a character and justifying everything they do then what's the point. But also, if we're going to remove all nuance and context to everything they did then I assure you every single character in the MCU is going to turn into a villain. Every.Single.One.

#wanda maximoff #pro wanda maximoff #anti tony stark

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Andrew’s Review of The Lion King (2019) and Knives Out

I have two movies to talk about. The first is the 2019 remake of The Lion King, or as I like to call it, Ingonyama nengw’ enamaRemake. I did not see it in theaters due to the not-so positive reviews, and instead saw Aladdin (2019) to avoid it (which was nice, about a 6 or 7/10, but clearly was inferior to the original and could have used some tuning up). And after seeing it on Disney+…Yeaaahhh, I chose wisely to avoid wasting my time at a theater.

Now the one positive thing there is to say about Ingonyama nengw’ enamaRemake is that, in terms of revolutionary visual effects (or, animation, since this is 99.9% animated), it does look extremely good at replicating realism. With every grass, animal, fur, movement, whatever, it shows how far computer-animated technology has gone. But that is where the positivity ends, since the way the remake tells the story is what breaks this movie.

Now while, yes, it is remaking The Lion King, it does so in a way that is Boring. There can be times where it is nearly shot-for-shot, while other times, it pads out a scene of someone or something traveling just to show how good the visuals are. Either way though, neither help make this interesting, and it does not help either that the characters are not as engaging as before, with most of the actors giving an alright performance while attempting to emulate the ones from before. The sole exceptions are Billy Eichner and Seth Rogen giving their takes to Timon & Pumbaa; James Earl Jones as Mufasa making us wonder if age has caught up with his acting or if he just did not give as much energy as he could have (2019 Mufasa: “is that a challenge ?”); Keegan Michael-Key and Eric Andre as Not-Banzai & Not-Ed not being as funny; and Florence Kasumba giving a fierce take to Shenzi.

And then there are the visuals themselves. While it does stay realistic, it does so to a fault by preventing what was once an animated animals movie from being creative. Are the songs as vibrant and fun as before? Nope, they mostly consist of the characters running about with the soundtrack sounding nearly the same, except for ‘Be Prepared’, which is turned into an odd song-speech. Does Rafiki use his staff all the time? Nope, he instead acts like a monkey the entire time, Even when he brings his staff-stick at the end just to attack like a real monkey, while also calling it an old friend for unexplained reasons! Is Mufasa’s death scene as powerful as befor-NOPE!!! It help shows how not making the animals emote like in The Jungle Book (2016) can have people Not connect to them, and quite possibly Laugh at their ‘facial expressions’ not matching the mood of the scene! (2019 Simba looks like he is roaring while sillily saying: “Nooooooooo.”)

So yeah, if you were wondering which Disney Remake is probably worth skipping, this one would be a good contender (and considering how it is an unnecessary remake of not just a great Disney Renaissance film, but one that everyone in the world must know about, that is not really too surprising). Now despite this technically being an animated film, I will go the live-action movie route and just give the overall rating, which is a 5/10 for forgetting that it is more than what it has become.

Thankfully, I also saw a great movie as well, and that is Rian Johnson’s murder-mystery, Knives Out, and honestly, this might be my favorite live-action movie of 2019 I have seen so far. Keep in mind, this is a movie where not spoiling it for your first watch is an Important requirement, so I will try my best to keep things spoiler-free as possible. As a murder-mystery, while I am not very familiar with that genre, I can say with absolute certainty that Rian Johnson made sure to make this an Interesting and Complex one, making us unsure of who to trust or suspect, and keep surprising us even when we think we have been given a good amount of the true story. And by the end of the third act, even the most-tough-to-express-emotions-at-a-movie person like me will be amazed at what is revealed. Another important part of the movie is its political message, which is a bit difficult to describe through words, but the best way I could put it is that it points out the hypocrisy of rich, white established families, while also acknowledging some issues surrounding immigration.

And then there are the characters, who help bring the story and message together, and help make this experience unforgettable. Starting with the main ones we focus on the most, there is Benoit Blanc, a detective who is trying to investigate and solve the case; Harlan Thrombey, the wealthy novelist who has mysteriously died; Ransom Drysdale, the rude and jerkish member of the Thrombey family; and Marta Cabrera, the Thrombeys’ house servant who may be at the center of this mystery, and also has a gag reflex whenever she lies. Sounds a bit silly and ridiculous, I know, but it doesn’t just end up as a silly running gag. And that leads to the strength of these characters; they could just be as typical as I made them sound, but thanks to the strong writing and use of surprises, they end up being more than just their roles.

And then there are the rest of the Thrombeys. There are some notable individuals, like Richard, Joni, and Walt, who have some trouble with Harlan; Linda, who acts like the head of the family; and Meg and Jacob, with the former being friendly with Marta, and the latter who is literally portrayed as a kid always being an alt-right troll on his phone. Now while it could be possible that some of the Thrombeys did not get focused on a whole lot, it probably does not matter because, when they are put together as a whole, they are meant to help represent the film’s message, and that is as an entitled family filled with people who are either ‘nice’, or blatantly racist. As for the other characters, there is Detective Lieutenant Elliott and Trooper Wagner, the regular cops assigned to the case, with Elliott being the more rational one and Wagner being a fanboy of Blanc and Harlan’s works, and other characters like Fran, Nana, and Alan Stevens who are meant to help move the plot along, while also bringing in more twists and turns. And to top it all off, the cast in here is Just Great! If anything, it feel likes this is a Perfect cast, with actors like Daniel Craig, Christopher Plummer, Chris Evans, Ana de Armas, Jamie Lee Curtis, and many more. Granted, I haven’t seen much of their works, but I feel safe in believing that they are not being themselves when bringing life to these characters.

Overall, Knives Out is just a Great movie that is worth seeing, and probably several times, with a very impressive story that keeps on surprising, a wonderful cast full of great characters, a nice use of a political message, and some nice visuals with the Thrombey mansion, the camerawork, and how almost every shot feels like it has some sort of purpose. Does this mean this gets a great rating? OF COURSE IT DOES! This film gets a solid 10/10 for its sharp wit and clever script. Oh, and one more thin-Ransom: “Eat $%#^. Eat $%#^. Definitely eat $%#^.” Yeaah, don’t expect Chris Evans to be as kind as Captain America, and do expect tons of cursing. Walt: “I ain’t eating one iota of $%#^!”

#review #the lion king #knives out #the lion king 2019 #the lion king remake #benoit blanc #marta cabrera

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Hustle S07E.04 (2011)

Once more I am apologising for posting approximately ONE MILLION screenshots, and also for being gullible about the nature of Hustle. This was a delight in the end, but I left my live reactions as they are.

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Another staple of BBC TV that I. Never watched. (if you wonder why I pay my license fee, it’s as I said before: rugby. So the Joplin-blogging will only be happening in between 6 Nations matches this weekend).

Danush...already does not spark joy D:

God this is exhausting look at all these old men running around, I'm going to have a heart-attack just watching them...

HEY THAT'S WEDGE

Benny is Denis Lawson! Aww, I think Brasso and Wedge would get on brilliantly. That's not how this is going to go down in this episode.

His nickname is The Dentist.

I'm going to say he'd get on with Lee from Utopia :')

If you're squeamish about 'unscheduled extractions' this one won't be for you!

There's a lot of bigging up of how awful and smart and horrible Danush is, but very little Danush thus far.

Hangs out at the boxing gym, wears good suits. Casually beats up goons in broad daylight.

I don't know the lady Hustler's name* (*Emma) but:

She's right.

It's a Look.

Montage montage montage - ooh!

Not the most flattering shot, but for interested parties: the gnarly arm scar is there!

Also he has a pet rottweiler aww. He even chose his password for dear Tyson, the fool :')

He's not interested in boxing at the Olympics, has no sense of humour and I don't know enough about Iranian accents to scrutinise that one too closely...

Bleurghhh so many swishy fast-paced camera cuts I feel seasick

Walk walk fashion baby

It's his turf guys, get off it

Head empty. So pretty. He can take my teeth I don't mind I just want to smell him.

Also for him to not talk, I think that accent is probably Bad.

u ok Jo?

No I uh....just...uhh

Me, having a Perfectly Normal One: I’d let him gut me like a fish, sure.

So the deal ends in Danush nicking the cash...and...

SCREAM

HE'S A BIG ADORABLE GEORDIE BABY WORKING WITH WEDGE!!!!!!! LOOK AT THAT SMILE YOU CAN ALMOST HEAR THE ACCENT DHJSKSHDGKFKFFG

LOOK at this big brown-eyed baby dealing with scary gangsters oh sweetheart no you’re too soft for this

Aww the double-crossers got double-crossed. Hope he and Wedge don't get their legs cut off by Vic :(

Aw he really was all front! Once The CrewTM were onto him he got very easily screwed over.

Lloyd the Geordie is outta here, mon! And Benny's off to Tehran.

Rating

Dead? Nope! Consensus is that Vic won’t care about his legs, only Benny’s.

Evil? Absolutely not, not a drop of malice in his body, just a big cuddly Rottweiler-loving darling.

Affects the plot? Well, not as such, I’d say. He does what Benny tells him to do, and then he scarpers. Not really any agency of his own.

This was a delight, and Joplin looks fine, both as mad Darius and sweet Lloyd. 4/5 again, because I’m still waiting for him to play a character who gets a little more background and motivation of his own, and at least some kind of resolution. A girl can dream!

But also now please give me my Star Wars Hustle AU where post-canon, everyone survives, Brasso and Wedge get a team together to get Cassian and Jyn out of trouble.

#adventures in joplin sibtain's imdb page #joplin sibtain #bbc hustle #look at me getting taken in by everything these days :')#THAT SMILE WHEN HE REVEALS HIMSELF AS LLOYD THE GEORDIE THOUGH OML

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GUYS HELP!!!

A girl I've known since elementary school (For privacy reasons, we'll call her Heather) was talking to me the other day. We're both in the same elective class (I chose art for the first term), and somehow, the topic of writing came up. Now, me being the absolute idiot I am, declared that I wrote fanfiction. Heather, who was rather taken aback at my sudden delaration asked me if I had Wattpad. (those of you who read my work on AO3, already know that I've only recently started cross-posting on both AO3 and Wattpad) so obviously, I said yes. ROOKIE MISTAKE. I told her somewhat off-handedly that I posted on AO3 too, so when she asked for my username, I gave it to her, thinking she'd probably forget it. NOPE! She came to the next art class, and right when I sat down, she looked over at me from her table and declared, somewhat smugly; "I found your Wattpad!"

The girls at my table all (I go to an all girls catholic school, with mostly white, skinny, and just generally bland bitches) stared at me.

Me, now red in the face shoots back; "You didn't have to say that sentence out loud you know."

They all laugh it off, before I get at least 5-10 people from the surrounding area ask me what a Wattpad is.

MORAL OF THE STORY: NEVER WRITE FANFICTION, AND THEN GO TO SCHOOL AND TELL PEOPLE ABOUT IT!

Cause now, Heather's gonna be indulging in nineteen chapters of a 9300-word Heathers Pregnancy AU, with Veronica being pregnant, and Jason being an asshole, with a hint of implied/intended sexual assault.

So... HAPY READING HEATHER!! HOPE YOU LIKE OVERLY DRAMATIC AND RANDOM FLUFF/SMUT!

#help lol #someone at school found my Wattpad #heathers #so yeah #that happened #why did i do this to myself

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soccer anon is talking out of their ass. to say womens soccer is finally gaining traction is bs. i play/played both sports and let me tell you this, a lot more people can tell you a womens soccer player not named alex morgan or megan rapinoe with decent enough ease, ask a random person on the street to name a wnba player outside of sue bird or candace parker and just about 10% of people can do it. look at the marketing around a young soccer player like trinity rodman vs a young ball player like aaliyah boston or considering rodman is a pro now, a rhyne howard or a shakira austin. not even considering her last name and her father a lot more people can tell you about trinity than they can aaliyah. historically, in my experience a lot more people know who hope solo and abby wambach are vs a maya moore and (poor comparison considering she’s australian) a lauren jackson. more people sympathized with the us woso team when it came to the equal pay fight, wnba women ask for marginally better treatment in any capacity, even in asking for a smidge more respect and they get shit on. soccer girls tend to get not only MORE camps, but BETTER camps at the prep level. just in my area, there’s about 7 competitive girls soccer teams. we JUST got a sportswear partnered aau team within the last 3 years which brings the total up to 3 partnered girls basketball teams that play on the prep circuits. the resources thing is stupid too, you guys literally just got a team with a star powered ownership group. the w is a LONG ways away from getting anything close to it. even if you look at facilities, the biggest issue i can recall w woso was the turf v grass issue a few years back, while one of the most iconic franchises in wnba history practices in the equivalent of a community center and it’s widely accepted.

the us is nicer to girls and women who play soccer, and they pay dirt to girls and women who play basketball. none of this ask is shitting on girls and women playing soccer, as someone who chose basketball im ecstatic that women are finally getting rewarded for their athletic prowess. that’s not to say that there is a clearly unequal balance in how much w basketball players support w soccer players in comparison to the opposite.

soccer girls tend to get not only MORE camps, but BETTER camps at the prep level. just in my area, there’s about 7 competitive girls soccer teams. we JUST got a sportswear partnered aau team within the last 3 years which brings the total up to 3 partnered girls basketball teams that play on the prep circuits.

THIS RIGHT HERE!!!!! THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THIS UP!!!!!

This is the biggest disparity between women's soccer and women's basketball.

And I know for a fact it's not a supply-demand issue. It's not that more girls prefer soccer over basketball. So many girls, myself included, demanded to play basketball but there weren't enough teams so we had to play soccer. I was no great basketball talent. But I put real time and effort into it. Years. And I payed for the one and only girls basketball camp in my area. And I felt mid-level for my age group at that camp.

In 6th grade, varsity girls basketball had 2 spots open and 30 girls trying out. It's okay if we didn't make varsity, because there's always junior varsity right?

Nope. No JV for girls basketball. But there was plenty of room on the JV soccer team. So that's where we all ended up. I had never even played a day of soccer in my life. I didn't put years into it. I didn't go to camps for it. But there I was with zero soccer talent or experience and tons of soccer opportunities. The exact opposite of my basketball experience.

The majority of girls athletic resources in the US go towards soccer and volleyball. So plenty of girls who aspire to basketball just end up in soccer or volleyball instead. If a girl isn't an absolute killer future NCAA basketball player, her opportunities drop off dramatically. But girls can be total novices and get all kinds of soccer and volleyball opportunities.

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Mental health is not a big talk in this community though but still lili can you give me any advice on completely manifesting away the intrusive thoughts. What are the ways in which we can get rid of these undesired thoughts these intrusive thoughts. I don't want this on and off mode. I don't want any relapses I want these to completely get out of my mind.

hi lovely,

absolutely, mental health is a super important topic and one which should always be talked about. and it’s also very relevant in loassumption. too many times we see people disregarding their mental health while manifesting, and desperately getting caught up in a detrimental cycle of toxic positivity until one day, it’s all too much… before saying anything else, i want to make one thing clear: mental health comes first, always.

now, it takes a little patience and discipline in order to rid yourself of intrusive thoughts. you see, the reason we get intrusive thoughts is because we are identifying with them. those who have a perfect self concept and no doubts when manifesting simply do no associate themselves with any negativity that doesn’t align with them having what they want.

undesired, intrusive thoughts are the old story. along with you not having your desires, the 3d not conforming, the law doesn’t work for you blah blah blahhh… nope, old story, out the window, we do not accept that anymore.

instead create a new story for yourself! become so clear on the person you want to be, and become them. think like they would right now. surely someone who has all their desires and manifests everything instantly and effortlessly wouldn’t entertain doubts or intrusive thoughts? so neither do you! flip any intrusive thoughts, literally tell them to shut up and go away. you are not your thoughts and they do not control you, and at any given moment you have the power to chose what thoughts exist in your reality. so, make the choice. become aware of what kind of thoughts are filling your mind and which ones are serving you. identify with the ones that serve you and take the liberty to laugh at any that don’t. become used to doing this, and you’ll soon find that you’ll get less undesired thoughts, and that you’ll naturally begin to resist them as they have no place in your new story.

you’ve got this!! <3

#anon ask #loassumption #answered ask

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Ok I know the real world reasons for this but I want to talk about the implications of Tall Shadow and Clear Sky becoming Shadowstar and Skystar for a sec.

Obviously the irl explanation is that the clans have to be named after them and they’ve already been referred to in other places as Skystar and Shadowstar, and they just didn’t give them names with Shadow and Sky in the front to begin with for some reason.

But the in-world implications of it are kinda cool. Like Starclan can just choose to use a leader’s suffix instead of their prefix. Now, you could argue that this was the beginning, the rules weren’t the same, things worked differently then, whatever, but they never actually say that.

So I like to imagine that they can, they’ve just never had a reason to after those two, especially because a lot of suffixes wouldn’t make good prefixes (Tailstar or Furstar, for example, wouldn’t be great names). But I like to think they could.

Picture some hypothetical future plotline where oh no one of the Shadowclan medcats has to become leader. Puddleshine says absolutely not, y’all forced me to be the medcat I’m finally used to it you can’t make me quit. And everyone is like oh wow if Shadowsight becomes leader he’d be Shadowstar, that’d be so cool, a sign of greatness etc. etc. Maybe a few cats are worried it would offend the original Shadowstar, it’s a huge dramatic argument that lasts way too long and goes no where.

So then he goes to get his 9 lives, and Starclan says nope, you can’t be Shadowstar, we’re calling you Sightstar. And then he has to go back to Shadowclan and tell them he’s Sightstar now, and everyone is surprised because they didn’t know Starclan could do that.

Or imagine a scenario where a cat is given a cruel name, and then becomes leader and Starclan uses their suffix instead. Or maybe Starclan can rename cats entirely. I mean, if a leader can do that then surely Starclan can too.

Deadfoot becomes leader and is named Hopstar, Crookedjaw becomes Stormstar. I mean, they could theoretically even use a prefix that wasn’t their original. Tigerheart becomes leader and is renamed Stripestar, or Distantstar for his traveling, or Flowerstar so he’s named after his grandmother instead of grandfather, who knows.

I think the authors (and us as a fandom) should play with this more, it has a lot of potential for emotional payout and causing chaos.

If Starclan chose a leader’s suffix or renamed them entirely, how would clan life change? Maybe there would be a trend of giving cats suffixes that could also be prefixes. Maybe name changes would be more easily accepted, and it would start a trend of warriors being consulted before being named, or cats being renamed entirely whenever they change rank, or even more cats choosing their own names or being more vocal about what they want their name to be.

#Warrior Cats #warrior cats meta

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Getting ready to throw my book a funeral and ughhhh. I can’t even express how horrible this makes me feel. I really threw everything I had into this. Publishing isn’t a meritocracy, but no matter how many times I say it, I believe it less and less. That’s why everyone else has an agent/book deal and I don’t. I must just suck. Everyone who gets a deal is somehow “deserving of it” but apparently I’m not deserving of anything because I don’t have one.

So many people I know have written another book (or worst, their first ever book!) in the time I’ve been querying this one, so many people have easily gotten multiple agents, multiple book deals, hit lists in the time I’ve only been querying

I’m at the point where I can’t even have any writing friends because there’s a chance they’ll write a new manuscript (or their first ever manuscript) and get an agent before I’m able to

I don’t fit in anywhere bc I’m not good enough for the “real” authors and most of the people querying are newbies ripe with toxic positivity and silly questions that annoy the crap out of me

because let’s face it, there is a tiny percentage of people who query for years and years and years with no success. whenever i go see a play, I always think about the actors who never made it. well, i’m the author who never made it. realistically speaking, someone has to fail? so naturally, i’m part of the unlucky sample size of people who will never get there.

in my group chat alone, I think I’m... the last one without an agent? :S apart from one who took a break to have a baby and another two who chose to self pub, and one who hasn’t been writing long but basically got a 100% request rate and will probably have an agent handed to her the second she goes into the trenches again

they always say “write something else!” “keep going!” but I haven’t been able to write for five days because I’ve been having mental breakdowns every single fucking night after midnight.

And the toxic “KEEP GOING” mentality only works for the first couple of books. After you’ve written like 4 (I’ve written way more than that, but only queried 4 so far), it’s exhausting to write another one, and another one, and another one, all while equipped with the knowledge that you’re very likely to fail, and it will all have been for nothing

seriously, if I died tomorrow, what have I even achieved? I have nothing to show for my writing, it’s completely embarrassing that I’ve made it to this age with no agent or book deal

and i’m all alone. NO ONE else is struggling like this. It’s absolute bullshit. And what drives the stake in deeper is the fact that my 4th book completely flopped. Like we’re talking 0 request rate, trash trash trash. and they say that only happens if you’re a garbage writer who can barely string sentences together, because if you know what you’re doing even a smidgen, then surely ONE person will request your book.

nope. no one. i have gone back to the starting line. At this point i’m exactly like a person who hasn’t written a single book bc no one even knows I’ve written any! And the longer this goes on, the more ashamed I am of my failure. I don’t even want to tell people I write anymore, because there’s nothing to show for it.

I don’t have the strength to keep going anymore. I’ve literally wasted the last decade of my life.

#extremely long sad rant about how i am a failure

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Your trauma is not an excuse

Trauma is an explanation not an excuse. At some point you have to do the work and make a real concerted effort to actually grown beyond what happened so it is simply a character building thing, not a personality trait.

Let's talk about the most recent housewives episode. Most of the women are prime examples of childhood trauma rearing its ugly head. I get it, Mia was abused and abandoned by her mother simply because her mother didn't like her father. It has to hurt watching her mother have the mother/daughter relationship with her sister and children that Mia wants to so bad while her mother can't show up for her unless she's getting paid and she can't handle her grandkids for an hour without getting flustered. All of that has to hurt but Mia leaving a trail of betrayal, broken friendships, marriages, and assault isn't the way to respond. Mia needs to heal and she needs a real therapist. I understand that therapists needs clients to keep their practice afloat, but the goal of therapy is to eventually graduate your client, not just listen to them talk for an hour, tell them what they want to hear, sprinkle in some DSM talk, and collect their payment. Mia needs to a new therapist. What Mia did to Wendy is not okay. There is nothing Wendy did that justified what happened to her and the viewers see that. My therapist told me that if I didn't heal and get ahold of my emotions that I would always be the victim. Notice how Mia started that entire situation but now she's the victim because Wendy supposedly said something negative about her husband. I also foresee a divorce and nasty custody battle in Mia's future. The money is gone or is at least compromised, Mia is no longer the fun party girl that rejuvenated G's youth, and everyone can see her nastiness. I don't foresee that relationship lasting too much longer. I could be wrong but marriages aren't too strong when the foundation is infidelity, youth, threesomes, and money. I don't wish it on anyone but I wouldn't be surprised if it happened.

Recently, I made a video about Chris Brown, Rihanna, and the abuse they both experienced that led them to the incident and someone said I was trying to destroy black men. Nope. We're not protecting black men that try to destroy us. We're not protecting black men that abuse; sexually, physically, emotionally, mentally, or verbally. We are getting these black men help. We're getting all black people, not just men, help. There are too many graveyards, seas, and unmarked graves filled with people who tried to protect black men. We're protecting black men who protect us, not just those use us as work mules. We're protecting black men who work hard, take care of their families, are present, healed, and loving. We're not protecting our creepy uncle or cousin. We're no longer telling girls how to dress to prevent sexual assault, we're no longer bending ourselves into pretzels to protect our babies from abuse because Grandma won't put her abusive son out. You mean to tell me our babies can only come over on certain dates and times because uncle or cousin so and so won't be there. I also believe that most women who have lost their children to an abusive partner have seen signs and chose to ignore them in hopes they would change or wanting to please their partner. The blood on most dead children are absolutely on the hands of their parents. I saw one comment where a lady left her child with her boyfriend, not the father, and she saw him verbally abusing the son on nanny cam and she was asking what to do and we knew she wasn't leaving because she was making excuses for him and saying she didn't have anyone and she talked to him and maybe he could change. Okay, girl. Let me tell you a secret, forgiveness and prayer is not how you change someone. We need some earthly consequences too. Leaving the only man who may be willing to deal with your child and having to figure out childcare is far cheaper than your babies innocence, peace of mind, future, and maybe even life.

For some reason we think talking to people, giving them grace, and forgiving them will cause them to "come to Jesus" so to speak and change and it doesn't work like that. People need real life consequences, not just talking or motions to show we're angry and doing something. I know it's seen as extreme, but I understand why certain religions banish people who can potentially cause harm. It's similar to amputating a limb to prevent a septic infection. It may not feel good but if someone can't keep the rules and respect boundaries, no matter how stupid we may think they are, then they need to go somewhere more suitable for them. Banishing people who are harmful to the community is how we make real change. We don't need to coddle anyone and the whataboutisms in relation to white people who do the same thing is not the flex we think it is. So we're supposed to give our abusers a pass because white abusers get passes? Nope. That's why too many of our kids grow up with trauma and angry. No. We need to stand up and banish them and tell them to get the necessary help or remove ourselves instead of protecting them.

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