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mira9deadgirlalive · 3 years

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CHAPTER 1

It had been a long day of schedules and the leader of Super Junior crashed into his bed and sighed at the feel of his soft sheets hitting his skin, it was another successful day for Super Junior but the day had ended extremely late and he could get exactly 3 hours of sleep before the next day’s schedules would start and he intended in utilising every minute of it for sleep. He replayed the events of the day in his head like he did every night, when one particular event stuck. It was that morning when he was reviewing the schedules with the others.

Couple hours before

“Has everyone gone through the script of today’s show”, he asked looking at his team mates, they all nodded and answered in various ways of yes. When Yesung caught his attention. He was staring into blank space with a gentle smile playing on his lips, obviously day dreaming, “Yesung”, the leader sighed, “Yesung”, he said louder when the younger didn’t respond, “Yesung!”, he finally shouted snapping the other out of his daydream, “Huh?”, yesung said. “Did u learn your script”, Leeteuk replied while rubbing his forehead, “oh um no I was busy”, “What!”, he exclaimed “busy with what I told you specifically that we needed to learn this script its important for our promotions”, “Oh I-I-“, Yesung tried defending himself when Leeteuk interrupted “You know what I don’t even have time for this you can just stay quite through out the show we don’t need anyone bringing us down and I have no time to deal with a nuisance of a member”, he shouted which made yesung take a step back “I’m sorry Hyung I wont do it again”, Leeteuk just glared at him “lets go guys let him do what he wants to do”, he said storming out of the place.

Leeteuk sighed he hadn’t meant to be harsh on the younger but he had a lot of pressure on him and couldn’t help but lash out, he tried closing his eyes but Yesung’s hurt face refused to leave his mind, he sighed again he could think of 1000 excuses but that didn’t justify his behaviour Yesung worked as hard as any of them, he knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep unless he spoke to Yesung so he jumped out of bed and made it towards the other’s room. When he heard Yesung’s voice. Yesung was laying on his bed holding a small picture frame in his hand and smiling

“I love you”, yesung told the photo frame softly. Leeteuk hid silently deciding to overhear what Yesung wanted to say, “I love you so much”, Yesung said “I would always find it ridiculous when my parents said that they couldn’t live without each other now I know what they feel, you bring me so much happiness that its physically hurts, you wont believe it but it has been a long time since I was happy I can’t stop reading all those hate comments about how I dint deserve to be in the band and it has gotten so bad that I hardly get sleep without popping a few pills I often feared that I would land up in an hospital because of it but after our date yesterday I actually slept and dreamt. I love you so much”, he pulled the frame closer to him and gave it a kiss.

Leeteuk was shocked not only because Yesung was in love but he had never known about his sleeping problem or that fact that he consumed pills to help him sleep. If made Leeteuk feel even more guilty of the incident that had taken place that morning and made him feel like a bad leader for not noticing something this serious how couldn’t he have noticed. How many other things like this were the others hiding from him.

He couldn’t bear it anymore he entered Yesung’s room which made the younger shoot up and hide the photo frame behind his back, “you don’t have to hide it from me”, Teuk said “I heard a lot of the conversation”. “Oh”, Yesung said confusion leaving his face “What were you doing outside my room?”, “I-uh”, Teuk replied sitting next to Yesung “Came to apologize about what happened today nothing justifies my behaviour I’m sorry”, “oh thats ok Hyung you were stressed I get it”, Yesung replied with a real smile. Yesung hadn’t taken what the leader had said to heart he knew rhat teuk hadn’t ment it Teuk was a great leader but it and often the management would put extra pressure on him which not only made yeung mad but all the other members they had often seen teuk fighting tiredness and over working himself which worried all of them. “Yesung why didn’t you tell any of us about your troubles or that you were taking pills”, Teuk said pulling Yesung out of his thoughts “oh-I-I didn’t think any of you would care”, Yesung whispered. Teuk felt his heart clench and he pulled his younger brother into his arms “You matter Yesung”, He cpuldnt imagine Super Junior with out their main vocalist it would be incomplete. “You are a vital member of this group and we cannot do without you, each and everyone of us love you even if we tease you”, They both smiled at the dozen memeories they had of Yesung’s unpredictable reactions.

Yesung smiled at his Hyung “Thank you so much”, he said which made Teuk smile wider. “So”, Teuk said putting an arm around Yesung “Who is the girl?”, “Oh!”, Yesung said, “um no one”. “Yesung you don’t have to hide ,falling in love is the most natural thing even if it is banned in our world you don’t have to hide it from us”, Yesung looked down” Hyung?, he asked suddenly his face becoming serious. “Love is love right?”, “Yes of course”, Leeteuk replied immidiately “And no mater what I’ll still be Yesung right”, “yes?”, Teuk replied not sure where this conversation was going. “Hyung what if I told you about the person, I loved”, “I would be delighted to know about her”, Teuk replied extre,ely confused at the the conversation, “I’m in love with someone amazing Hyung someone who makes me extremely happy and someone I promise to make as happy as the person makes me”. “I’m glad to hear that”,Teuk said smiling at Yesung glad that Yesung had found someone so special. Yesung got up and paced around his room for a few moments while Teuk silently waited, “Hyung”,Yesung said “I’m-I’m not in love with a girl’, “what do you mean the”, leader replied, “I’m in love with a with a..”,say it Teuk demanded “With a guy”, Yesung whispered clenching his fist and looking down.

A whirl of emotions went through Yesung’s head ever since he was a kid he was always taught that men fall in love with women, every fairy tale had that story and so did every TV show, so when he felt something for a guy what people described as love he was confused, he pushed down his feelings and suppressed It for a long time until he met someone when he was in high school, when he revealed it to his parents they quickly rejected the idea calling it a phase and telling him that it wasn’t possible. For a long time, he believed it until he realised that it wasn’t a phase it was just who he is and nothing could change it, but every time he had revealed this to someone, they had turned his back at him, He looked at the man who had led the group for so many years who took the role of a big brother in his life, he wouldn’t turn away would he? and most importantly Yesung wouldn’t be kicked out would he?. He looked up and Leeteuk preparing for an insult. “Are you telling me that you are Gay?”,

Yesung took a deep breath and nodded tears filling his eyes for some reason he hated himself for it and he had no idea why he soon felt to arms circling around hi holding him and sobs rocked his entire body. Yesung stop crying its okay its okay Teuk said holding him close. Thank you for sharing this with me Yesung looked at him as Leeteuk smiled at him its love Yesung and every human has the right to love in their own way. A smile cracked through his face while he buried himself in his Leader’s chest.

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#superjunior #yesung/oc #lgbtq #fanfiction

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boat-dock · 4 years

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Me Again chapter 2

a chapter of Hope getting to be a normal teenager for once in her life

Landon was never able to look Hope in the eyes. A week in he said he needed space, and three days into that she broke up with him. Hope wasn’t going to be with someone who didn’t want to be with her, no matter how much they used to love each other. That didn’t make it hurt any less, Hope walked aimlessly down the hallway fighting back tears, determined to keep her head held high. She was Hope Mikaelson and she could handle a breakup, she’d been through so much worse.

She ended up outside the twin’s room, their door was slightly ajar and she could hear them talking inside. After stopping herself from turning and leaving, Hope pushed the door open, deciding that she needed her friends right now. Josie met her with a small smile which quickly faded when she saw the look on Hope’s face,” Hey what’s wrong?” she asked worried, moving to make room for Hope on the bed. Looking equally worried, Lizzie came from where she was sitting at her desk to join them.

After settling into Josie’s bed Hope waited a moment just enjoying her friends’ presence, before telling them what happened,” we broke up,” she mumbled, staring at the wall. Both of the twins tense next to her. After everything that had happened between her and Landon, they were the couple of the school, everyone expected them to be together forever. She thought it herself for a period of time, but situations change and people change.

“What happened?” Josie asked softly, gripping Hope’s hand in her own with her eyebrows scrunched together.

Unsure how to respond, she joked,” I guess me not being in my body is kind of a deal-breaker.”

“He did not dump you!” Lizzie gasped sitting up straight and looking completely dumbfounded. She could practically hear all the names running through Lizzie’s head that she was going to call Landon the next time she saw him.

Hope laughed bitterly,” No I dumped him,” she admitted, sinking deeper into the bed like it could swallow her whole. They sat in silence, or what Hope considers silence which means Lizzie was probably talking but she wasn’t really paying attention. Her mind spiraled, replaying every moment she and Landon had spent together, all the times he said that no matter what he would always fight to be with her. She stopped and looked Josie, meeting her large sad dark eyes,” How did this happen to both of us Jo?” she asked

“I don’t know,” Josie responded sincerely, before getting a sneaky look in her eyes,” but you know what that means.” no Hope did not know what it meant,” It’s Lizzie’s turn now,” she grinned. A laugh bubbled in Hope’s chest which spilled out when she saw the look on the blonde’s face. It was a bright and genuine laugh, that had her holding her sides.

“In his dreams,” Lizzie spit, rolling her eyes at her sister’s insinuation.

Hope couldn’t stop laughing still, the thought of Landon and Lizzie was so absurd and would crash and burn so quickly and violently that it would be amazing to watch. When she finally calmed down she sighed,” I needed that,”

The moment was ruined by Lizzie’s phone vibrating in her pocket. With a quick glance, her eyes widened and she got up to head toward the door. She was moving quickly and in a way that suggested that she didn’t want them to ask where she was going, so of course, Hope had to ask,” Where are you going? What’s going on?”

Lizzie froze, a look of guilt passed over her face and for a second Hope thought that she might actually lie to them. “Um… it’s- there’s,” Hope raised her eyebrows as the girl fumbled all over herself. Lizzie groaned, resigned after she realized that there was no point in lying to them,” There’s a monster sighting in the woods,”

“What is it?” Josie asked, leaning forward.

“No clue yet, but you two aren’t allowed anywhere near it,” she said before quickly leaving the room. She was right, Hope was more vulnerable in this body than she’d ever been before, not counting the entire other person in there with her, and Josie without magic is as good as a human. Them going out to face a monster was completely dumb and reckless and Hope’s entire body was screaming at her to go anyway.

Her inner turmoil must have been more visible than she thought because Josie read her like a book,” You can’t Hope,” she said.

“I know,” she growled, running her hands through her hair, it was courser now than her actual hair is. The whole body was foreign and strange, she was a parasite living inside it and both she and the original owner were suffering because of it. She couldn’t just sit here while her friends were out risking their lives, to defend the school and the town, she couldn’t. She needed to distract herself.” but if I just sit here while they fight I’m either going to go crazy or I’m going to go help, so come on let’s ditch and go to town,”

Whatever happiness Josie had experienced earlier while joking about Landon and Lizzie had disappeared and her usual guilt had taken its place. “Sorry, but I don’t think I’m up for it today,” that was her answer to everything these days, that wasn’t going to class or staying in her room.

Hope closed her eyes and sighed, trying to find a way to snap the siphoner out of it., ”don’t do this Jo,” she said. Hope better than anyone understood what she was going through, the weight of the guilt, and how easy it was to let yourself drown in it. “Look I know what you’re going through, ok I do, but shutting down isn’t going to make it any better,”

“It’s not that simple Hope,” Josie said, turning in on herself.

“You don’t think I know that,” Hope’s temper was starting to get the better of her.” and I’m not going to sit here and tell you that it’s not your fault because it is, you made a bad decision. But Jo, everyone makes bad decisions, you saw what happened to me when I was younger and I let the guilt run my life and I don’t want that for you. Do better than me Josie,”

“How? How am I supposed to live with myself?” she asked

Hope hadn’t really figured that out for herself yet, but she had to give Josie hope for the future. Things would get better. “Every day you try and do better, even when it feels impossible.” she moved closer to Josie trying to make her words sink in,” and today to do that you’re going to start with a shower, then the both of us are going to get dressed and go out to town, to shop or see a movie or eat or do literally whatever we want to do, because if I just sit here I”m going to lose it.” she didn’t argue, in fact, Hope might even say that she looked excited.

While she was showering Hope picked her out an outfit, it was a purple sundress with little white polka dots on it and cap sleeves. She left it laying on her bed and went to get ready herself. Around 30 minutes later Hope was ready and walking back to the twins’ room, she was wearing a maroon (her classic color) dress that flared out at her waist with a belt and her favorite high heel booties that used to make her feel taller than she actually was.

Josie was dressed and drying her hair at her vanity, she noticed Hope in her mirror and spoke,” why am I wearing a dress? I get that getting me out of my room is an accomplishment but this seems like overkill,”

Hope chuckled, happy that despite everything the younger girl was going through she was still able to crack jokes,” We are dressing up because I just broke up with my boyfriend,”

“That’s a valid reason,” Josie answered, starting to do her makeup. Hope made herself comfortable on the bed, absentmindedly flipping through a book that was sitting on the nightstand. Instead of reading, she was not so subtly watching Josie, she didn’t really mean to but something about the younger girl fascinated her. She was able for a while to say that it was because they were best friends, Hope had never had a friend like this before Josie so she didn’t really have anything to compare their relationship to. But now without Landon, she was looking at Josie in a new light, she noticed the way she always felt better when Josie grabbed her hand, how they always took care of each other even when everyone else thought they were lost causes.

Her confusion spread across her face, could she like Josie as more than a friend, she had before, but now she had so much more to lose. Josie snapped her out of her head somehow Hope had completely missed her moving all the way across the room to stand next to her,” Hey, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah sorry I was just in my head,”

They gracefully avoided everyone they knew as they left the school and climbed into Hope’s car. Gunning it out of the gates she rolled the windows down to feel the wind on her face, refreshing and free, she pushed all thoughts from her mind that weren’t about shopping and having an impromptu photo shoot in the park. Normal teenage girl things. Maybe she could forget that she wasn’t in her own body or that she was probably developing feelings for her best friend who was sitting in the passenger seat.

“Where did you get this car?” Josie asked, running her hands over the expensive leather that coated the whole car.

Memories of driving this car with Elijah pushed forward and a small smile snuck onto her face,” It was my uncle’s he left it for me when he died, I was too young at the time so my uncle Kol kept it for me, but I think he forgot he had it till recently,”

Josie scoffed,” Your uncle just left you a Bentley, god sometimes I forget how loaded your family is,” They arrived in Mystic Falls but Hope just kept driving, letting the town disappear in the rear view mirrors. “Where are we going?”

“This town is too small” she stated plainly,” there’s not enough here, but there’s a big mall a few towns over.” Josie’s face lit up, she obviously knew where Hope was talking about.

“Oh, I haven’t been there in so long!”

“Time to put some of my family’s money to good use.” she laughed, shooting a smirk at the brunette on instinct. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw color spread across Josie’s cheeks.

The mall was filled with people, which was unsurprising for a Saturday at noon, but it felt like it was just the two of them. They spent the whole day running around the mall, trying on and buying anything they wanted, at the beginning Josie wouldn’t let Hope buy her things whether it was pride or guilt, Hope wasn’t sure, but there were a few pieces that were so beautiful, Josie’s whole face lit up when she tried them on, so Hope insisted. The majority of the day was spent shopping for Hope, new shirts, pants, shoes, some jewelry, she normally didn’t like to be this crass with her money but very few of her old clothes fit this body.

Hours later, they crashed on a bench in a pile of bags, stuffing their face with greasy food court food. While the food filled her stomach a different kind of hunger began to coarse through her, she’d handled being a vampire fairly well over the past few weeks, but she’d skipped her morning blood bag. She fought back the hunger and forced herself to focus on something else, the smell of her burger, the way Josie’s hair was falling in front of her eyes, anything but the fact that she could hear the heartbeats of every person in that mall. Josie finished off the last of her milkshake and then started laughing, shaking her head,” god we have so many bags,” she giggled, looking through all of the bags,” why did you need so many new clothes?”

“Well I can’t really keep wearing my old clothes, they don’t fit,” she scoffed motioned to herself,” my body is shorter and curvier than this one,”

“Yeah I noticed,” Josie replied without thinking, then her cheeks reddened. Once again Hope threw her a classic Mikaelson smirk.

“Now does that imply that you’ve been checking out this body or my original one,” she purred, enjoying the reaction of the younger girl. For a moment they just looked at each other, drowning in each other's eyes, despite everything Hope found herself leaning closer till she could feel Josie’s breath. It would be so simple to kiss her, everything in her was screaming to. Josie’s heartbeat picked up, it was like a drum in her ears, pounding away at every inch of self control that Hope had, till all she could feel was Josie.

She pulled back. Not like this, if she was going to be with Josie it couldn’t be like this, in some body that wasn’t even her’s. The rules of consent blurred in Hope’s mind, this body couldn’t consent to kissing anyone because it’s owner was dormant and if there was one she knew it was that a non consensual kiss was never the answer. She could wait, eventually she would be back in her body then she could tell Josie the truth.

She couldn’t read Josie, she shut herself off in a way that Hope knew all too well. She reached up and brushed the hair out of Josie’s face, tucking it behind her ear, maybe letting her fingers linger just a moment too long. “Come on, we should really get back to the school,” she whispered before standing and leading the younger girl away.

“Don’t you think we should bring the clothes we spent all day getting?” she asked slyly looking back at the sea of bags they abandoned on the ground.

It was Hope’s turn to blush, she had been so caught up in Josie that she’d completely forgotten all about the bags. The embarrassment was worth it though to see that breathtaking smile on Josie’s face.

#hosie #hosie fanfic #ship: hosie #hope x josie #hope mikaelson #josie saltzman #Legacies #the mikaelsons #the mikaelson family #rebekah mikaelson #marcel gerard #kol mikaelson #davina claire #freya mikaelson #keelin malraux

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memorystormsanctuary · 4 years

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KH Oc Week Day 6

Day 6~ Life’s Perks

Guess what I have never figured out to write because I live to torture my characters. That’s right, I have no idea how to write slice of life things usually. There’s always got to be a little angst, or I am a fish out of water. But I also love a good challenge, so here we go @khoc-week.

Annora loves to go for walks and pull pranks. And while those are some of her favorite past times, her absolute favorite past time is photography. She has a passion for candid shots of other wielders, whether it’s when they’re fighting Heartless or just relaxing in the town. She has so many pictures of her party members that Skuld has declared it stalkerish. But that doesn’t stop her from taking as many pictures as she can. For her it’s a way to hold onto the memories she makes and keep them with her.

Jax shares many of the same past times as Annora, incidentally. But he is much quieter about them than Annora. He enjoys walking through Daybreak Town and just watching all the people there. However when this treads dangerously close to his day job of gathering information for Gula, he secludes himself somewhere with a view and reads. Fun fact about this, Jax didn’t know how to read until just before coming to Daybreak Town. And even though he knows how now, he’s dyslexic so it can actually be really difficult for him. Even so, he still does enjoy all the stories he can find himself lost in when he has the patience to read.

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Holding the camera at just the right angle was more difficult than she would like to admit. She was standing a few steps back from underneath the windowsill, bending backwards so just barely the edge was in her shot. The occupant of the windowsill was unaware of her, eyes glued to the book resting in his lap. He was curled into a tight ball, only a small bit of space between the book he was holding and his chest. Purple hair fell into his eyes, it looked like he had actually taken out the ponytail he usually wore.

Annora took a few shots before slightly shifting her position. Her feet skidded across the pavement, kicking a few stones back. Any normal subject wouldn’t have moved, but Jax’s head snapped up so quickly Annora hardly had time to register.

For a moment the two just stared at each other. Aqua eyes stared into icy blue ones, neither daring to blink. It was in that moment Annora realized just how strange her position must have looked from Jax’s perspective. She was nearly in a full backbend, trying to get an angle that the sunlight would highlight the features on his face.

“Um, I can explain,” Annora said, after the silence had been filled with Jax’s judging stare for far too long. He only quirked an eyebrow in response. Annora sighed, straightening herself out and brushing her bangs out of her eyes. “Right. Uh, would you believe I was just trying to take a picture of the sky with the roof?”

“Skuld’s right,” Jax said calmly, closing his book. “This is bordering on stalkerish.”

“It’s not stalking!” Annora said, dropping her camera so it hung around her neck. She crossed her arms and looked to the side. “It’s not like I’m looking for you guys. I just happen to find you.”

“Still stalkerish,” Jax said. He leaned over a little, looking at Annora more directly. “How can you even get a picture there?”

“I’m flexible,” Annora answered without hesitation. Jax only shook his head returning to his previous position. “I take it you’re going to tell me to get lost?”

“Yeah,” Jax agreed. Annora sighed but nodded. It was not the first time she had been told to leave her muse alone. Kariya and Zia had only tolerated her for a few moments before Zia had snapped. Skuld was for once nowhere to be found, but since Ven was also missing Annora could only guess it was a Dandelion thing. Takiko hadn’t even let her take one shot. He only glared at her from the moment she had appeared. Annora knew well enough to leave before he somehow managed to make her pay for it.

At the very least, wandering Daybreak Town was never boring. As long as Annora had lived in the town she always managed to find something new around every corner. It was a good way to pass the time on days like this when missions were already done, and the party was all doing their own sort of thing. But there wasn’t enough life to make it worth it. At least not for a photo shoot. Annora hated empty photo’s without people to make them interesting.

Reaching the fountain square, Annora sat at the edge of the fountain a heavy sigh. She held up her camera, looking through the pictures she had taken that day. There were a few good ones of Jax. The Leopardus guy who was always wearing a hat had let her take a few shots of him while he did some sort of science experiment in a Moogle shop. While in the gardens she had managed to find Lauriam tending to some of the flowers before he had another engagement. It had been a fairly successful day, but she still had too much time.

“I could always ask Chirithy, I guess,” Annora said to herself. She sighed leaning her head back to look at the sky. She froze, her eyes landing on a young girl resting on the roof of a nearby house.

It wasn’t the first time Annora had seen this girl. It had just been a few weeks ago she had run into her, quite literally. She had been a shy and stuttering mess at the time. Only really speaking when her brother had come and spoken for her. But even then she never spoke to Annora.

Slowly Annora raised her camera, focusing in on the orange haired girl. Her eyes were pointed to the sky, the seawater green reflecting the light perfectly. It would be hard to capture from such a distance. Fortunately the color of her hair brought out her eyes, and her white clothes kept her image simple. With her knees pulled to her chest she seemed even more like a child than most other wielders, but she had to be close to Annora’s age.

It took a few moments for the orange-haired girl to notice Annora. Her eyes widened as her cheeks dusted with a bright red. Annora chuckled lowering her camera again. Of course not before capturing the expression that had crossed her face. Annora stood brushing herself off and walking towards the building the orange-haired girl was perched on. She stopped as close as she could get before the girl was out of her sightline, which was unfortunately not very close.

“Hey, Strelitzia, what are you up to?” Annora asked. Strelitzia’s cheeks only got redder as she looked away, hiding behind her arm. She muttered some kind of response, but whatever it was Annora didn’t catch. She chuckled again, putting her hands behind her back. “It’s ok, I still swear I don’t bite. Wanna come hangout with me?”

Annora hadn’t thought it would be possible for Strelitzia to go anymore red in the face. But once again the girl’s face seemed to turn an even darker shade of red. It was cute. Annora didn’t move, giving Strelitzia whatever time she would need to weigh over the options in her head. Very slowly Strelitzia got to her feet and walked to the edge of the roof and jumped off, landing neatly in the fountain square. She walked to Annora, eyes down at the ground.

“Great, got anywhere you want to go?” Annora asked. Strelitzia shook her head. “Hm, then why don’t you help me?”

“W-with what?” Strelitzia asked, not daring to look up. It was a shame, up close Annora would have been able to properly appreciate the color of her eyes. All the same, it was the first time Strelitzia had spoken to her directly, and that was a start.

“Today’s my party’s day off, so I’m trying to get some good photo’s taken,” Annora explained, holding up her camera to further demonstrate her point. “The only problem is no one seems to want to tolerate me long enough to get many. Think you could be a model for me?”

“M-me?” Strelitzia asked, finally looking at Annora. Once again her eyes were wide, but it allowed for more of the green color to be seen. Her lips were slightly parted, only enough to allow for the subtle shocked look to fall on her features.

“Yeah,” Annora said. She couldn’t make herself look away. “I mean, I did already kinda take a few of you up on that roof. And you’re really expressive. I think I have a great spot in mind.”

“Um, I guess, that’s ok,” Strelitzia said, her eyes again falling to the side. Her arms went behind her back as a light pink dusted her cheeks again. Annora took a few steps back, quickly raising her camera and taking a picture. Strelitzia looked up in surprise after hearing the click.

“Sorry, that was perfect,” Annora chuckled, lowering her camera. She smiled, watching as the pink darkened. “Anyway, come on!”

Annora took Strelitzia’s arm, practically dragging her through the town. Strelitzia stumbled, trying to keep up. Annora could only chuckle turning to look at her as they made their way through town. There were plenty of places she could think to take Strelitzia. To the river through the town under the foreteller’s tower. To the lighthouse and the beach. To the gardens. To the meadow outside of town filled with flowers. Maybe even the cliffs that looked over the entire town. Wherever they went there was one thing Annora was certain of. The pictures were going to turn out perfect.

#I have been looking for an excuse to talk about Strelitzia all week #khocweek2020 #khocweek #khocs #kingdom hearts #Annora #Jax #Strelitzia #khux #keykids

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bitchardhendricks · 4 years

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Well I’ve Never Been to Heaven (But I’ve Been to Oklahoma) Pt 5

Catch up on parts 1, 2, 3, and 4. Tell me what you think. Tell me Richard’s not the only one who has complicated feelings about home and what it means.

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They finish dinner, Diane chattering about the goings on in the neighborhood, gossiping about Richard’s old classmates, and positively lighting up when she tells them Richard’s sister, Caitlyn, is taking the afternoon off and driving to Tulsa tomorrow from Oklahoma City, so she will arrive in the afternoon in time for family dinner at Brothers Houligan, Caitlyn’s favorite.

Throughout this endless stream of words, Richard watches Jared hanging on every syllable. He’s eaten every last one of his carrots and potatoes, moving his roast into a neat pile on the side of his plate, and he laughs at all the right places, asks all the right questions that cause Richard’s mom to clap her hands in delight and coo over what a sweet boy he is. Richard mostly stays silent, staring down at his plate, thankful for someone who can finally play the role of the son his parents always wanted.

It’s an unfair thought and he knows it, but seeing his parents so delighted feels like a weight has been lifted. If coming home were always like this, it would be so much easier. And Jared, god, Jared’s like a completely different person, all easygoing and unburdened...he looks good. Lighter, somehow. Maybe that’s just the consequence of having people around who notice him, ask about his life - fuck, Richard never asks him anything. Not unless it’s related to Pied Piper. All of their personal crap has been shoved out of the way because of Gavin fucking Belson and his fucking lawsuit and the monumental stress and anxiety and lack of sleep and like, defcon five-level emergency his life has been at for the past year. He shovels pot roast into his mouth and vows that when they get back to Palo Alto, he’ll do better, be better. Because it’s...nice. Nice to see Jared smile like this, to see him in his natural element among nice, normal people instead of their little band of freaks back at the incubator.

A yellow, ugly bruise of a thought crosses his mind, and Richard bats it away as best he can but it lingers - in this moment, he wishes he could transfer his parents who care too much over to Jared, who's been cared for so little.

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After dinner, they move to the living room to sit on the huge overstuffed sofa and watch recorded episodes of Jeopardy! that Steven had saved for Richard’s visit. It’s one of the few activities Richard and his dad can agree on, and for an hour or so, Richard is able to relax a little. There’s a category about North American birds that Jared sweeps, and he shoots a sunny, bashful smile at Richard when he gets the last one right. For the first time in months, the knot in Richard’s stomach begins to unclench.

But then Steven bids them goodnight and heads down the hall to get ready for bed, and Diane starts talking and the knot gets tighter, and Richard grinds his teeth until his jaw aches. It’s just - she never stops talking, even when she’s physically exhausted. “You boys must be tired after such a long day,” she says with a yawn, but she’s still stubbornly trying to stay up and get Richard to talk about his life, every question like lemon juice on a papercut.

(“How are uh, oh the two that bicker all the time like old marrieds, you know--”

“Dinesh and Gilfoyle? Oh those two! Such fun. They fight, but I think they really cherish each other,” Jared supplies with a wistful smile.

“And Nelson? I mean, I talk to his mama, but I do worry about that boy. Such a sweetheart, but I swear he doesn’t have the sense the good lord gave a goose.”

“Big Head’s fine, mom. He’s great, actually, he’s got a boat. And a guy. For the boat, a boat guy, I mean, I guess you gotta have one if you...have a boat.”

“Oh! Well, that’s good. Good.”

She smiles, hopeful, tinged with expectation, always wanting more from him, always wanting something he just can’t seem to give her.

When she gives up and launches into a story about Miss Louise down the street, whom Richard hasn’t talked to since he was 17, the familiar mix of relief and annoyance he feels is almost comforting.)

“I know it’s late, Mom, you wanna go watch Fallon with Dad.”

A guilty look steals across her face as she protests, “No, I didn’t mean that! I just wanted to make sure y’all had what you needed. I already put fresh towels in your room, Richie, but let me just go fetch some for you, Jared, and I’ll put them in the guest room.”

“Oh uh actually I think I’m gonna stay in the guest room. It’s uh, Jared talks in his sleep, so. To not wake you up, I thought, my room is uh, further away.”

Diane’s eyebrows raise for a moment and she looks at her son like she isn’t quite sure what to make of him. “Okay, sweetie, that’s fine,” is all she says, and makes her way down the hall.

Richard turns to Jared on the couch, “Is that ok? I mean I just thought, with the German...”

Jared places one of his huge hands over his heart with an expression that means he’s about to start composing odes or sonnets or something, and Richard cuts him off quick, “It’s not a big deal, enjoy sleeping in a sad virgin’s bedroom. I mean I was, at the - I never, well I have now, I’m not anymore, I - I’ve had sex before!”

Diane clears her throat. “Fresh towels are laid out for you - you boys need anything else?”

Jared stands up from the couch to say, “Thank you, Diane, I think we have everything we need,” to allow Richard time for his blush to fade.

She says her goodnights, then makes her way down the hallway stifling another yawn. Jared turns to Richard and the sight feels surreal, incongruous, his lanky frame plopped in the middle of his childhood home. Richard suppresses the wild urge to laugh out loud at the turn his life has taken, somehow beyond his control; he has dreams sometimes where he is driving but can’t keep his eyes open, trying in vain to steer without careening off a cliff or into oncoming traffic. But no matter how hard he tries he can’t see, so he just keeps moving forward, knuckles white around the steering wheel, trying with all his might to get...somewhere.

“I guess we should turn in as well, don’t you think?” Jared asks and Richard looks up, blinking at him.

“Uhhh. Yeah, I - um, I guess.” The weight of the day is hanging around his neck, the tiny swp-swp-swp of the wicker-blade ceiling fan putting him into a sort of trance. He gets up and takes their bags, dragging them down the hall while Jared stops to stare at the photos hung there. The series of Richard’s school pictures, kindergarten to junior year arranged in small circles around the big circle in the middle containing his senior picture. Those dorky glasses, his ill-fitting polo shirt with the collar askew, his hair an afro-like halo of curls around his head. That wide smile, so much easier and open than he remembered being at the time. God, when was the last time you smiled like that? he asks himself. He has no answer.

The familiar drone of the newscasters on NewsChannel 8 drift down the hall from behind his parents’ closed door. His dad always kept the volume too loud. Inexplicably, Richard is surprised by a sudden wave of nostalgia so strong it almost makes him nauseous. Fondness and grief and the urge to hide away from everything are all mixed up inside him and he turns to Jared looking for - a solution? A distraction? But clamps his mouth shut when he realizes belatedly that Jared doesn’t know what this feels like. He doesn’t have a home to go back to.

“Hey Jared?”

He turns from the doorway of Richard’s old bedroom, looking a bit pink around the edges. Like Richard caught him doing something scandalous. The idea of Jared doing anything scandalous amuses him - this guy fucks, his mind supplies helpfully - and it’s enough to shake him out of his funk. This has been a long, long day and he knows exactly what will make him feel better.

“It’s only 9:30 in Palo Alto. You wanna go somewhere?”

#jarrich #silicon valley hbo #jarrich fic #sv squad #my sv fic #jared dunn #richard hendricks #well i've never been to heaven

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um... kassie for the ship headcanon meme hehe

this is my wife btw . . . doing this to me . . ok . . hot . . will do . u know i’d do anything for u . .

1. Who makes the first move and how? i honestly think it was pretty even steven here ? they both bickered a lot at their photo shoot , working together . i feel like cassie was SO frustrated with him and his easy charm / cockiness that she probably kissed him first just to shut him up

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better? cassie has always had severe insecurities and issues there . i think just being in the same space as kyle always soothes her ? like he’ll make a dumb joke , or say smth dumb n sarcastic or poke fun at her lightly at it’ll kinda help her get out of her head ? she also loves taking baths , or just lying in bed together .

3. Who is the most romantic? i feel like it’s cassie with the smaller things . she remembers the birthdays and she’ll see a cologne she think would be nice on kyle . but kylie is romantic in a lot of different ways , too . he’ll do things like clean the dishes or cook dinner if cassie seems particularly stressed . he’ll help organise her calendar . he’ll be more practical with how he helps her out at times ?

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves? both of them dfjkfjn but probably mainly cassie . she sees kyle anywhere and shes like PURR

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first? absolutely cassie and then she probably sprinted away in pure fear bc shes like ‘why did u say that why why why ‘

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome? tyler ? max ? those would be cassies pick . honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if kyle has Asked the q so they’d probably just get some random hot model they work together with some time

7. What do they get up to on a night out? a LOT of shots and a LOT of dancing and it gets very messy bc they’ll be in vip areas and having bottle service . it’ll end with a quickie in the bathroom , or her lipstick all over kyle’s neck and mouth and them probably getting kicked out for being too rowdy

8. What do they like in bed? they’re both pretty experimental ? cassie likes tying kyle up every now and then and like . . kinda being in control there when she can ? but she’s a definite switch and likes when he ties her up , or they’re in a kitchen with food getting messy . cassie likes when shes doing something and kyle just spins her from behind , or he’ll be the one to grab her and just be insatiable about her . she likes spontaneous sex and she’ll never say no to a quickie . both of them are Experienced players in the sex game so they’ve probably both tried everything once , and probably leave a lot of bruises on each other and hickies .

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other? honestly at any shoot if like . . cassie’s outfit has fallen apart in front of kyle , or she feels like the shoot isn’t going well and he’s there ? she gets mortified . also the first time she said ‘ i love you ‘ was pretty embarrassing to her bc kyle was probably 1000% taken aback . kyle doesn’t really get embarrassed ?!?!? like he just is like . .yeah i did that . anyways fjnfdjk

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island? IM SKIPPING THIS Q ITS TOO HARD

11. What do they hide from one another? kyle definitely hides the amount of girls he’s slept with in their industry ? bc its a lot i feel ? and he knows cassie gets jealous and mad insecure . so he probably tries not to bring that up really often but cassie usually KNOWS ANYWAYS . cassie mainly hides like if shes had a bad day or isnt doing too hot , bc she hates inconveniencing kyle but then that starts a fight bc hes like ?? just tell me ? ?

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious? less work trips . less spending time apart . less kissing other people / sleeping with other people ( actually . .NO kissing other ppl and sleeping with other ppl ) . they’re both NOT monogamists at all so its a struggle but thats the sign that they wanna make things serious ? that they’re commiting to each other ?

13. When do they realise they should get together? HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW ? i think its when cassie was with gale and then . . kyle came back and things got really messy and cassie and gale broke up . kyle and cassie tried the whole friends thing but they both knew they were in love with each other ? like they’d never tried just being FRIENDS first so i think thats what really cemented it and their feelings and surety ?

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do? kyle probably laughs and calls her adorable and kisses her nose bc shes so whiny when shes sick . but he’ll bring her home 300 medicines and soups . cassie has to literally force him to take time off work and then she’ll take the day off to make sure he properly rests dkjfkjnfjk

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? they probably pick anything random bc honestly they get distracted and never finish it :-)

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together? KYLE TO THE RESCUE ! i think cassie would make a great scavenger and find lil helpful things but kyle would be v stoic and protective and he’d be the Muscle of it all .

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go? absolutely back to high school them . they were so happy and stupid and soft back then . they were goofy and in love without even knowing it .

18. When they fight, how do they make up? sex . a lot of sex . yelling and then sex . sex and then yelling . it’s always a bit messy , but one of them will always finally give in and come back with their tail between their legs and apologise .

19. Where do they go on their first date? honestly they never really did dates but i feel one of their many dates is probably to paris , a fancy restaurant there where they’re known really well by all staff .

20. Where do they go on holiday? EVERYWHERE! they both travel a bunch so they’ll go to their favourite places . cassie wants to see kyle’s home but she knows kyle hates his dad so that may not happen fjkfnfj . milan . . greece ( if they really wanna a getaway ) . hawaii . any island or tropical place ! or france bc fashion !

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another? cassie is always nervous about like paparazzi and stuff when they go out in red carpets and stuff bc they say a lot of dumb shit to rile them up ??? also cassie gets nervous before bringing kyle to her mums grave . i definitely know kyle would be nervous and not ok with cassie meeting his parents . .

22. Where does their first kiss happen? i think it happened on shoot ? they had to kiss for a shoot i think and it was Grating and Annoying and kyle was being so smug , and then they . . kissed more backstage sdjknfnkjfkjn

23. Where is their favourite place to be together? probably nice 5 star hotel rooms bc they can live their life and not worry too much abt clean up and stuff fkjnfnkfnf cliche but anywhere theyre together . . theyre happy . .

24. Where do they first have sex? probably in a limo , all rushed and heated , hand prints all over the leather , their bodies , and the windows.

25. Why do they fight? bc they’re both really stubborn and too similar . they fight bc one is jealous of the other . they fight bc of their body count . or bc of their coworkers or the types of shoots they do ( a la sexy ) . they fight when one is away too much . honestly its mainly cassie i think cassie gets riled up very easily . kyle gets mad when CASSIE is being unreasonable which is 3000% of the time . cassie is just always lowkey scared kyle will leave her again dkjfjk

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat? probably if kyle went home and then came back and was acting v distant or short with cassie ? then she’d be like ok we r talking . honestly . probably talk to each other about their dumb jealousy issues if it got too out of hand . i know kyle monitors cassie taking her meds so if she tried to go off them unsolicited he’d be like baby no .

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them? bc they bicker and then fuck all the time JKFDJNFJKF

28. Why do they get jealous? bc they’ve both . . slept with everyone ! they’re both hoes !

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love? bc they were horribly destined to be together and everytime they see each other they’re ALL the other one sees . they can’t keep their eyes ( or hands ) off each other . they fall more in love everytime they spend a second of time together and learn more of each other in any manner or form .

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them? it doesn’t work . . it CAN’T work . but somehow it does . from all their jealousies and insecurities . from all the kinda - cheating , and the fighting , and the leaving each other , and the other issues . . from EVERYTHING . . they’re just too epic to not have worked , u know ? they are soul mates in a way . they always always found their way back to each other . they’re inseparable . they will never stop loving each other , no matter what . good , bad , ugly , beautiful .

#ship: kassie #ARE U HAPPY PS I LOVE U SO MUCH HOLD MY HAND RIGHT NOW!#frgilebones

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It happened- Lukadrien June Day 20

So I come to you on my new laptop! I’m so happy I have this, though I need to get used to how big it is. My old one is much smaller. Anyway, this isn’t fully cuddling but I was looking at prompts yesterday and I fell in love and I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I did it. Hopefully you guys enjoy it to. @lukadrien-june Cuddling

He’d imagined it more than he should - all sorts of excuses, mad things that he quickly shoved out of his head. Pretending to fall asleep, head on Luka’s shoulder, deliberately stumbling just to feel the automatic way he caught hold of his waist to steady him with strong calloused palms. When it happened, it was with such an obvious ease and lack of deceit that it stole the breath right out of his lungs. Luka simply caught hold of his hips, dragging him across the sofa and onto his lap in the middle of the crowded party to make more space for someone to sit down. He felt like he should probably protest but he didn’t really want to, and no one even glanced at them. It seemed impossible that no one even glanced at them, the contact had him electrified. And yet, as time passed and Luka’s arms remained snug around his torso, he melted and got comfortable.

Adrien should probably backtrack and explain. Luka was an older student at their university, brother of one of the girls in his dorm. He was studying music and could play emotions of his guitar. He said that he could hear the songs a person’s heart played and when Adrien first met him, he saw that it was true.

He’d gotten into another fight with his dad. His father made the decision of him doing business when Adrien wanted to do was become a teacher. His father doing everything he could to block Adrien from changing his major and it led to a yelling match over the phone. He was angry and upset and he wanted to make noise on one of the pianos in the music rooms. They were usually empty but his usual one, that had a view of the Notre Dame in the far distance, was occupied that day. He swung the door open, anger radiating off him from when he hung up on his father after he called him a childish little boy but it disappeared when instead of an empty room, he was greeted by a guy, long dark hair pulled back, the blue in his hair faded. The guitar in his hands was covered in stickers and band logos, like the laptop sitting next to him.

“Oh, um, hi. This is usually empty.” Adrien said, embarrassment covering his anger from his father.

“I know. My usual room was taken over by a very stressed out Senior, so I let them have it.”

“oh. Right. Um, I’m gonna go.”

“Actually,” the guy called, hands moving into position on his guitar, “could you do me a favour and listen to this first?”

He agreed, seeing how he burst in when the guy had to be working. He watched him start to strum, creating a melody that filled the room. Anger, sadness and discontent. The emotions that rang through the song resonated with Adrien. The melody was Adrien.

“How did you do that?” he asked breathlessly.

“It’s what your heart is singing.” It wasn’t a question, but Adrien felt the need to answer.

“Yeah, it is. My dad, he wants me to take over his fashion business, but I just want to be a teacher. It’s enough that I still must be the face of the company for photo shoots. I don’t want to take over the company that keeps me in its grip all the time. I don’t know why I just told you that.”

The guy shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind being an earpiece if you need to rant. Words aren’t my strong suit, so I’m a better listener.”

Adrien didn’t have to believe him, but everything in him said he could trust him. “I’m Adrien.”

“Luka.”

They would see each other in the music building at times after that. He didn’t know he was Juleka’s brother until after he dropped by with food from their mother during a floor wide game of hide and seek. Adrien had been switching to a different spot when he literally crashed into Luka, alerting Max and Markov where he was. He grabbed Luka’s wrist and ran into the hidden laundry room. The open door was large and heavy but thankfully had enough space to hide behind it. It was a tight squeeze with them both, but they stayed as still as possible. Luka held onto his waist when they heard Max walk closer to the room but thankfully Nino let out a loud curse and the two turned and ran over to the sound.

“Hide and seek?” Luka asked, after checking to see if the coast was clear.

“I mentioned I never played, and Rose insisted.” Adrien admitted.

“Yeah, kinda hard to say no to the walking ball of positivity. I should know, she’s been dating Juleka since lycée.”

“You’re her brother?”

“Yeah. I only came to drop off food our mom made for us, but it can wait. There’s a base you need to reach?”

Luka joined them for that game and seemed to be over at their dorm more and more. So maybe he got a crush, could anyone blame him? Seeing how much his friends would tease him, probably not. the one thing he questioned his sanity on was how he felt when Luka touched him. It burned his skin in the best way and all he wanted was to just hold him and not let go.

“You are allowed to like it when your crush touches you. I mean, don’t go all tsundare on them but yeah, no issue to me.” Alya pointed out when he explained how he was feeling to his friends.

“It’s your first crush too isn’t it?” Marinette asked, “It’s kinda not surprising that you feel this way. It’s genuine. Just go about it like Alya suggested.”

“It does explain why you suddenly have no control over walking whenever he’s around.” Nino teased, which turned him red. Ok, so maybe all the tricks he pulled just to be close to Luka was a lot, but he didn’t know what to do. It was either those small touches or jump him unexpectedly. He would have loved it if Luka incited the touches instead of just being nice to Adrien, but he wasn’t going to push him to do anything he wanted.

So, when Luka dragged him across the couch and onto his lap, he tried not to self-combust. He was sure the feeling from Luka holding him close would have made him go insane but he felt at ease.

“Where you gonna dance?” Luka asked, using his closeness to Adrien to talk in his ear. The music was starting to get loud.

Adrien shook his head, turning so Luka could hear him. “Not much of a dancer.”

“What?” apparently, he hadn’t heard him, so he turned his body.

“I said I’m not much of a dancer.”

Luka hooked his hand under Adrien’s knees and turned him to sit sideways on his lap – and much, much closer.

“One more time?”

Adrien kicked himself to speak. “I don’t dance.” He answered, not very loudly, judging from how Luka shook his head to show he couldn’t hear him still. “I don’t dance, really. Ever. A lot of formal parties put me off it.” He said louder.

“I bet you do a mean ballroom dance.” Luka said, teasing him.

“Don’t count on seeing it.”

Adrien could feel Luka’s hand rest on his back, his other arm draped over his lap as if to keep him there. Like he’d want to move. The night had been going on for long and Nino had the keys to the room in the insane pocketed jacket he wore. Marinette wanted to destroy it. He was feeling tired, so slowly, just in case Luka wanted to stop him, he leaned more on him until he was snuggled into his chest. All Luka did was tighten his grip on him.

“Tired?”

“A bit. I spent the afternoon looking for ways to change my major without my dad finding out. I think I can finally do it.”

“You’ll be an amazing teacher, I know it. It’ll be nice to hear true happiness coming from you. You deserve it.”

Adrien tried not to blush as he sat there, cuddling Luka in the middle of a uni party. It was hard, but not nearly as hard to not fall for Luka more when he gave him a huge smile and a tight hug when he announced he was finally a teaching major.

#lukadrien june 2020 #college au #adrien has a huge crush

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Chapter Eleven

Prove Me Wrong | Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2219

Author’s Note: Small disclaimer - I have never been to the Great Lakes and therefore know nothing about what they are actually like. The beach in this chapter is based on my experience with the actual ocean, so I apologize if it isn’t entirely accurate! Anyway, I can’t believe we’re officially halfway through this series already. I hope you enjoy the chapter :)

“My shorts!” you yelped as the wave splashed up and soaked the brim of your shorts.

“What did you expect to happen?” Tyler called from the safety of the coast. “You’re up to your knees in water!”

“At least I’m having fun!”

Tyler sighed and crossed his arms, shooting you yet another disapproving look. You had spent the entire afternoon trying to get him to join you in the water, but he was indignant about staying on the dry sand.

Before the next wave hit, you started to wade back to shore. This, of course, involved a lot of awkward limb movement as you tried to fight against the tides flowing back towards the lake.

“Yeah, that looks like a blast,” Tyler said as you joined him just out of reach of the waves.

“Tyler, we did not come all the way to the beach for you to watch me play in the water alone.”

“I’m having a great time!”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re wearing socks! And Vans! On the beach!”

“And?”

“Take them off.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re coming in the water with me. Right now,” you demanded.

“What if our stuff gets stolen?” he asked as he pulled off his socks.

“I would consider it a good thing, considering how beat up your shoes have gotten.”

“They’re my show shoes!”

“Then why are you wearing them at the beach?”

“Because they’re also my only shoes.” You laughed as Tyler placed his things in a neat little pile in the sand. “Ok. Take me away, water.”

“Dork.”

You grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the water alongside you. It took you awhile to convince him to get past water that was ankle-deep, but you made it happen. He actually seemed pretty happy in the lukewarm lake water.

“See? Is this so bad?” you asked, finally dropping his wrist from your grip.

“I guess not.”

He turned to you with the all-too-familiar dorky grin on his face. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and opened up the camera.

“What was that for?” he asked as you reviewed the photo.

“I just like to document things that happen. Don’t act like you don’t know that,” you smiled.

Tyler kicked idly at the water, creating little ripples that bumped into your leg. You turned out towards the horizon and watched a few boats that were cruising along the calm waters. It was peaceful.

That is, until Tyler decided to make sure it wasn’t.

Water splashed along your side, almost completely soaking the fabric of your t-shirt. In an instant, you turned to see Tyler with his sleeves pushed up and a devilish smile on his face. He was preparing to splash another heap of water at you, but stopped when he noticed the expression on your face.

“Ty-ler!” you yelled. “You’re going to pay for that!”

“Try me,” he grinned, already jumping through the water away from you.

You chased after him, attempting to toss water at him whenever you got close. Most of your attempts were in vain, and running around in the water was only soaking your clothes even more than they had been. From the looks of it, Tyler was facing the same issue.

“My clothes are wet now,” he frowned, pulling at his shorts a little.

“Serves you right.”

He shook some water off his hands before turning to you, “Hey, the sun is starting to set. We should go get our pizza and grab our stuff from the car before it really kicks off.”

“Good idea.”

The two of you waded out of the water and headed back towards your favorite pizza place. When you were about halfway down the sand, the strap on your flip flop completely snapped.

“Aw man,” you sighed. “That’s an issue.”

Tyler turned and started to walk backwards, “What?”

“My shoe. It’s busted.”

“I think I have a pair of Maddy’s shoes in the back of my car. You could wear those, if you want.”

“That’s great, but how am I going to get to the car with a busted shoe?”

“I have an idea,” Tyler grinned.

You started to ask what his plan was, but you stopped when Tyler bent down in front of you. With a laugh, you hopped onto his back and wrapped your arms around him.

“You know, I could probably make it down the rest of the beach without my shoes,” you said as Tyler carried you along the sand.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t want the princess to hurt her poor feet.”

You rolled your eyes, but decided not to make a comment since you were kind of relying on him for the time being. Besides, you weren’t about to risk losing an opportunity to be this close to him.

Tyler left you on a bench outside the pizza place while he went inside and ordered pizzas. He couldn’t have been gone for more than ten minutes before he was outside again, carrying two boxes.

“This is going to be a bit awkward,” he said, looking between you and the boxes.

“Here, set the pizzas down,” you instructed him.

He did as he was told. You then hopped onto his back and grabbed the pizza boxes, which may have involved Tyler nearly dropping you head-first onto the bench you had previously been sitting on. Thankfully, that didn’t happen and the two of you were able to laugh about the entire situation. Now with pizzas in hand, you headed back towards the car to grab things for your little fire.

“Look who’s wearing Vans at the beach now,” Tyler grinned as he handed you a pair of Maddy’s shoes.

“Not by choice!”

“I still don’t want to hear another word from you about me wearing Vans at the beach.”

“And socks!”

“Hey! What did I just say?”

“Sorry,” you giggled.

“Come on, let’s go claim a good spot on the beach before they’re all taken.”

Tyler grabbed a few things from the back of the car before slamming the trunk and leading the way back towards the beach. The sky was just barely beginning to turn pink, but you could already tell that the sunset was going to be gorgeous. You were so busy admiring the sky that you nearly tripped down the stairs that led to the sand.

“Careful,” Tyler laughed, holding out a hand to keep you from falling over entirely. “I don’t want you destroying the most precious thing on this beach right now.”

“Aww, Ty,” you smiled.

“I meant the pizzas.”

“Ty!” You lightly smacked his arm.

“But I guess it would be pretty bad if you got destroyed too.”

“Oh, wow, thanks.”

You found a good spot a decent distance from the water that was sheltered by a log. The wind protection would make starting a fire on the beach a whole lot easier. Tyler wasted no time in dumping all of his materials out into the sand and beginning to construct a little fire.

“How does that look?” Tyler asked, gesturing to his little pile of sticks.

“Like an unlit fire.”

Tyler shot you a look as he dug the small box of matches out of his sweatshirt pocket. You munched on a piece of pizza while he attempted to light the newspaper he had used for kindling.

“Is that working?” he asked, leaning down a little closer to the tiny flame.

“Careful!” you said, using your free hand to grab at his shoulder. “Or you’re going to singe an eyebrow.”

“That might be a good look.”

“It most definitely would not be.”

The fire slowly continued to grow larger until it was burning steadily. Tyler, now happy with his creation, sat back on the sand next to you and grabbed his pizza box. The sun was much lower in the sky now, turning most of the clouds shades of pink and orange.

“Thanks for building a fire, Ty,” you said, turning to look at him.

“No problem.”

Golden light was shining over him, highlighting all of his features. He looked absolutely perfect as he ate his pizza in the dimming light. You couldn’t resist pulling out your phone to take a picture of him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, noticing your camera in his peripheral vision.

“The light on you is really nice right now. I just wanted to capture the moment.”

Tyler made a cheesy face at you, but you simply sighed and shook your head. Gently, you reached out and pushed his chin so that he was looking out towards the lake again.

“Just stay like that,” you said, taking a moment to find the perfect angle.

After taking a couple pictures, you scrolled through them just to make sure they weren’t blurry. They had turned out looking almost as good as Tyler did sitting right next to you.

“Wow, you’re perfect,” you muttered, followed by the immediate realization that you had said that out loud. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“I take it the pictures turned out well?” he grinned.

“Um, yeah.”

“Take one of me eating pizza!”

Your face was still burning as you took pictures of Tyler eating pizza. He had a slice stuck partly in his mouth, but he was looking at the camera with the best puppy dog eyes that he could muster. You giggled the entire time you were taking photos.

“That’s definitely going on Instagram,” Tyler said as he looked over the pictures. “Look at that smolder.”

“You did not just say that.”

“I did and I’m proud of it.”

You sighed and stuck your phone back into your pocket. Right now, you wanted to focus on the sunset and spending time with Tyler. This was the most at peace with everything in your life that you had felt for awhile and you didn’t want to waste a second of it.

You finished your pizza just as the sun was disappearing below the horizon. Next to you, Tyler was warming his hands by the fire. He turned to look at you.

“Was your pizza good?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yours?”

“Great. I wish the pizza places in Columbus were that good.”

“But now this pizza is special when we come to the beach.”

Tyler sighed and leaned back on his hands. You pulled your knees a little closer to your chest and held your hands towards the fire. The sun going down had significantly dropped the temperature on the beach and you were suddenly very glad Tyler had built a fire for the two of you to sit around.

“Oh, hey,” Tyler suddenly said, reaching for his backpack. “I have a song for you.”

“For me?”

“Well, for you to hear. I didn’t write it specifically for you.”

Your stomach sank a little bit, but you were still happy that Tyler wanted to play a song for you. He carefully pulled his ukulele out of his bag and began to tune it.

“Have you been carrying that around all day?” you asked.

“Uh, yeah,” he grinned. He took a few more moments to finish tuning his ukulele, then turned to you. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

The melody that he played was slow and simple, but it made you smile nonetheless. After the short instrumental intro, Tyler began to sing.

“I do not know why I would go in front of you and hide my soul.”

You didn’t recognize the song, so you were hanging on to every word just in case Tyler decided never to play it for you again. Despite the fact that Tyler had told you the song wasn’t for you, you couldn’t help but feel like he was trying to send you a message.

No, that was just you getting ahead of yourself.

“What did you think?” Tyler asked as he strummed the last note.

“I loved it,” you smiled. “What is it called?”

“Screen. It’s something that I wrote for the next album that Josh and I are working on.”

“If that’s anything like the rest of the songs, I can’t wait to hear it.”

Tyler smiled, “I can’t wait to play the rest of them for you.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening sitting on the beach and enjoying the warm fire. Tyler played more songs for you, although most of them were ones that you had heard before or covers of songs that the two of you liked. Eventually, it started to get late and your fire was hardly more than a few embers.

“We should go,” you yawned. “My parents are going to start worrying.”

“Agreed.”

Tyler packed up his things while you kicked a bit of sand over the fire to finish it off. Although you could no longer see the lake, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore was still audible.

“Good idea to come to the beach,” Tyler said as you started to walk back towards the car.

“Thanks for coming with me,” you smiled. “It was a nice way to start spring break.”

Tyler wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into a side hug, which ended up being a bit awkward with all of the stuff that the two of you were carrying. Even still, you appreciated the gesture.

If only more days could be like today.

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itsmyfuneralokay · 5 years

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Queens | Part Three |

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: part Three

Part one Part two

The lunch bell rang, and Peter mentally prepared himself for the next class. After that, he had chemistry, and he could show Y/N the photo of spiderman he had planned out days before.

Math went by incredibly slow, even for someone like Peter who didn’t really need to pay attention to get the A.

Finally chemistry rolled around and Peter started to feel the nerves in his steps. He sat down at his shared desk, and got out his notebook and pen. The clock was ticking by. He expected her to walk in any second. The bell rang, and here she came, clumsy and late as always. She sat down and pulled out her notebooks and pen.

“Hey so remember that thing about Spider-Man you told me?” Peter said casually.

Her eyes grew wide and she leaned in close.

“You’re gonna spill my secret Parker, a little louder and I’d have Sarah up my ass about him.” She pointed to the girl in front of her who was busy making googly eyes with another classmate.

“Right right my bad I’m sorry I-“

“Hey hey calm down “ she laughed.

Peter let out a relieved breath and smiled back to her.

“Anyway?”

“Oh right!” Peter leaned in again. “I got a photo of him! Like up close!” He pulled out his phone and opened the photo.

“Oh my gosh, no way! Send that to me!” She took the phone to look at the photo better.

“Can I put my number in here so you can send it?”

Peter heart exploded and fell out of his chest pretty much at this point.

“No yeah that’s a great idea- you should definitely do that”

She typed in her number and handed Peter his phone back just as the teacher walked in.

Things were better than Peter could have imagined it to be. He got to talk to her during chemistry, and then Spider-Man got to see her after school. Plus he was one of the most popular superheroes in the world but that’s just a plus. ;)

That night Peter waited on her fire escape more nervous than usual. I guess he never really realized how dangerous this could be. If she found out it was him what would he do? It would either make talking to her in school super weird, or she wouldn’t actually fall for Peter, she would just fall for the idea of dating Spider-Man.

As these thoughts were rushing through his head he heard the window open.

“Hey spidey,” She said softly, joining him on the ledge.

“Hey- y/n”

He looked her up and down. How could someone look like that wearing sweats and a t-shirt?

“So give me the rundown.. what kinda things are happening in Queens tonight that requires Spider-Man’s assistance?”

“Well, there was an old lady that dropped her purse-“ he paused “so I picked it up for her...”

Y/n laughed the cutest laugh he swore he’d ever heard.

“Real crime-fighting shit I see”

He turned to her suddenly.

“You know I don’t know very much about you.. so far you do most of the question asking, I think it’s my turn” He teased.

“Ok shoot” she smiled back.

God her smile.

“Where were you going the first night we met?”

“Wow going in strong aren’t we? Try something lighter”

What? Strong? Why was that a strong question? Peter obviously assumed the worst and figured it was some hookup or something like that.

“Okay okay, what’s your favorite subject in school?”

“Chemistry.” She was sitting so loosely over the edge it made Peter a little nervous.

“And why’s that?”

“Remember that boy I mentioned?”

“Of course”

“Well we sit right next to each other, and today I even gave him my number blatantly.” She smiled to herself remembering how much of a nervous wreck he was.

“Oh?” Peter teased.

“Yeah- I mean he hasn’t texted me yet.. but I’m sure he will!”

Peter felt her mood shift.

“I’m sure he will too!”

He totally forgot to send her the photo. He was so busy being excited about tonight he never thought to text her.

“So you really like him?”

“I mean yeah. I don’t really think he is into anyone though. I don’t think he’s ever had a girlfriend... maybe he doesn't do the relationship thing I don’t know, he’s like super smart so I’m sure that’s where all his focus is” she finished.

Peter started to laugh and she cut him off with a jab in the ribs.

“Hey! I’m sure you’ve got someone at your school that I could make just as much fun of you for!”

“I’m not making fun!” He pleaded through his laughter, “I just think it’s cute how deeply you think into things.”

“Cute?”

“Or- you know-funny- its a good trait don’t get me wrong- it’s-“

“Ok ok don’t wear yourself out”

She looked at him for a long time with something new in her eyes, but even Peters’ tingle couldn’t decode it. ;)

“Well spidey this has been fun but my brother is gonna be wondering where I’m at”

Before she crawled back through her window she stopped and turned.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Always” Peter replied.

“Harry Potter up in this bitch” she laughed before closing it behind her.

Peter smiled at that, what a dork she was.

Peter decided to go home around 1:30am and the first thing he did was send Y/N the photo of Spiderman.

A/N: THANKS FOR READING MY TRASH IT ACTUALLY MEANS SO MUCH

Side note I have been posting every day I think for three days and um I get my wisdom teeth out tomorrow so either I’m gonna write a few chapters tonight and make @morgannope post them if I can’t or maybe I’ll feel fine and be able to do it HOPEFULLY also bless up to her for being Y/N on the text messages 😂 I really was not about to edit a photo

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simplythebestbug · 5 years

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The Silver Lining

Marinette no longer had a crush on Adrien Agreste- he was just too passive. Wasn’t his fault, wasn’t hers, she thought.

Marinette no longer had a crush on Adrien Agreste, and apparently that was a problem.

When she first told Alya, she didn’t believe her. She just laughed, “Girl, I know you’re jealous of Lila, but that’s no reason to give up! You still have a chance. You just have to go for it!”

“I don’t want to go for it. I don’t like him anymore.”

Alya rolled her eyes, “Whatever you say, girl. Call me when you’ve come to your senses.”

Alya left.

Marinette didn’t call her.

She turned down invitations to sneak into Adrien’s photo shoot.

She nipped any convoluted date plans in the bud.

She no longer stuttered around him.

She tore down all her photos.

When Alya saw her bare room, she finally believed her.

Marinette soon learned that Alya believing her wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

If Marinette didn’t have a crush on Adrien, then surely she’d be ok with the girl squad spending all their time helping someone who does.

If Marinette didn’t have a crush on Adrien, then surely she wouldn’t mind if Alya and Nino invited someone who does to hang out with the three of them instead.

If Marinette didn’t have a crush on Adrien, then surely she’d be willing to give up her seat for someone who does.

Lila is someone who does.

And this is how Marinette finds herself stranded, friendless once again in all but name. Stuck in a cloud with no silver lining. She was left in the back of the room, with only a notoriously cold and unforgiving classmate as company. Félix.

He doesn’t talk much, his nose always in a book. He never interacted with the class, save an occasional huff of disapproval. He had long fingers that danced across pages, and a glare that chilled the offender to the bone. He had made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with any of them, and the feeling was often mutual.

Marinette had tried to be his friend, at first, but she was soundly and firmly refused. And so, she was alone.

It was all bound to come to a head, she supposed. This purgatory she had found herself in was bad enough, but she should have known it would get worse. That just distancing everyone from her wouldn’t be enough for Lila, that she just had to turn them against her too.

It took one comment. One comment to have who Marinette called her friends out for her head. One comment, halfheartedly said against another one of Lila’s crass claims.

“You know, Ladybug told me that she and Chat Noir are in love. They’re just waiting until they defeat Hawkmoth to be together officially.”

“Ladybug has made it really clear she doesn’t like him that way, Lila,” Marinette said.

One comment, and they were on her like wolves.

“I think Lila would know better than you, Marinette. She is Ladybug’s best friend.”

No, she isn’t.

“Yeah, dude, the only reason they aren’t together is probably just cause of safety and all that.”

No, it isn’t.

“Girl, you know I run the ladyblog, and there is some serious chemistry there.”

No, there isn’t.

“I just don’t see why Lila would lie, Marinette.”

“Maybe you’re jumping to conclusions?”

“Dupain-Cheng always has the wrong ideas- though Ladybug definitely has a thing for Queen Bee too.”

“There is a high probability that Ladybug and Chat Noir are actually together.”

“They represent good luck and bad luck, it’s like fate!”

“It is very romantic.”

“Why don’t you just leave Lila alone for once?”

“Yeah, Marinette.”

“We thought you were better than this.”

“I’m disappointed in you, girl.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, her hands trembling, as everyone gathered closer and closer to her desk, their tones darkening, their glares hardening.

She sobbed, her face flushed and stained by her mascara. Adrien knows, she thought. He knows what’s going on. He will help me, she thought. He has to.

She took a shaky breath, “Adrien?”

He averted his eyes.

Her heart stopped. He will help her. He will.

“Adrien?!”

“They are in love, though, Marinette. You don’t know them.”

He won’t.

And she was alone, well and truly.

And she crumpled, finally broken.

And Lila smiled, a sick twisted smile, as poisonous as her words.

And Marinette felt a hand on her shoulder.

And the class fell silent.

The hand squeezed her shoulder, then fell away.

A cold voice- Félix’s voice- spoke, “Are you all quite done?”

Silence. Marinette looked up at him with wet eyes.

“I have been sitting here, my reading constantly interrupted by all of your screeching voices as you berate a classmate who dare voice her opinion. Now, I suggest you all return to your seats and leave her alone. I have a book to finish.”

Lila spoke up, meek as a lamb, letting her voice crack, “He’s right, guys. I know Marinette was rude to me again, but I’m not worth all this fighting,” She let a single tear fall, “I’m just causing so much trouble and-”

Félix interrupted, “You beg for pity like a dog begs for scraps. It’s pathetic.”

She let tears stream down her face, pretending to suppress a sob, “Félix, I-”

“Save it, the only one in this room who has the right to be crying right now is Ms. Dupain-Cheng. And perhaps me, for having to speak with all of you.”

Alya broke into the conversation, “You have no right to speak to us that way! You’re not our friend! You don’t know Lila, you don’t know us, and you don’t know Marinette or how bad she’s been these last few months! Someone had to set her straight!”

“I know enough, Ms. Cesaire. The Ladyblogger. So busy chasing after heroes that you push your ‘best friend’ to the side unless you have something to gain. Try to use her like a puppet to set her up with your little sunshine boy, and ditching her when she doesn’t play along. Letting Ms. Rossi walk in and take over her life, her friends, and seeing no problem with that. Letting the entire class speak bad of her when she can’t defend herself. Letting Ms. Rossi lie and lie, ignoring any evidence against her. Covering any holes in her painfully fragile stories. Just because I don’t deign to speak with you, Ms. Cesaire, does not mean that I don’t have eyes.”

Alya gasped, floundering for an answer. The class was struck speechless.

“And you, Mr. Agreste,” Felix sneered, “Have made it perfectly obvious that you were well aware of Ms. Rossi’s lies and allowed her to continue to attack someone you call a friend, for no other reason than to prevent yourself from becoming inconvenienced. You, along with everyone else in this class, disgust me.”

Marinette stared up at him, her heart pounding, tears slowing. She couldn’t believe it.

He sat down and, with a note of finality in his voice, he said, “You will all return to your seats.”

And, like magic, they did.

He gave her a cursory glance over, “You’re done crying.”

It was a fact, not a question and she reacted accordingly, slowly nodding,

“Good.”

He started to turn away but she frantically reached out to grab his arm, “Wait! Félix, um, why, I mean, why did you help me? You, um, you didn’t have to, and I, uh, well, I didn’t really think you, um, liked me, really, all that much.”

He sighed, giving her a flat look, “Do not get the wrong idea, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. I only defended you because it was clear you would not do so yourself, and I wished to return to my book as soon as possible. You should not have allowed them to walk all over you like that.”

Marinette’s eyes welled up once more, “But… but they were my friends.”

Félix absentmindedly wiped away a stray tear, his eyes softened, hand lingering on her cheek, “You deserve better than them, Marinette.”

He had said it softly, but Marinette was certain that his presence was the loudest thing in the world at that moment. Heat rushed to her face and her lips fell open with a soft gasp.

Félix coughed, and withdrew his hand, seemingly becoming aware of their proximity to one another. He picked up his book once more, a subtle blush on his cheeks.

Marinette broke out of her trance, “Yank thoo! Um, I mean, thank you! Sorry, I’m a ness- mess!”

Félix didn’t look up, “I suggest you get your notebook out, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Class will be starting soon.”

But Marinette saw the small smile that lingered on his face for the rest of the period. And she thought maybe, just maybe, she had found her silver lining.

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cheonjaem-blog · 7 years

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wanna one as types of boyfriends

yoon jisung:

the walking meme. everything he does is fucking hilarious. you literally have 2000 photos of him on your phone which could be edited into potential memes. there’s never a sad/boring day in your life. he’s actually always super excited about everything and you always sometimes question his mental age but you still think it’s really cute. always makes stupid puns and jokes to make you laugh (that sometimes even results to self degradation). all that makes him happy is seeing you smile, so he makes that his daily goal. likes to send you weird pictures of him using different filters on snapchat that you obviously screenshot. he’s super funny and your whole family loves him, especially the kids. “auntie when are you getting married to uncle jisung?” “soon” “um jisung wtf stop lying to the kids” “i never said i was lying”

ha sungwoon:

the tea sipper. he has the dirt on everyone, and i mean everyone. knows what’s going on in your life, your neighbor’s life, and your second cousin’s uncle’s grandfather’s life. your dates consist of gossiping with the neighborhood aunties every week at the book club he organized. wants to know how your day is and knows you so well that he can tell when your feeling down. sings to make you feel better, and if that doesn’t make you smile, he’ll probably pull out the big guns and start dancing to girl’s day something. doesn’t mind embarrassing himself if it makes you happy :’). doesn’t like it when you call him cute bc he’s “manly not cute”. tries to fight other people when they talk shit about you. talks a lot!!! like when you’re trying to catch some z’s, all he does is talk about how your neighbor’s husband is cheating on her with her sister??? “omg don’t tell anyone but jisoo’s husband is cheating on her with her own sister” “wtf how do you know?? did you stalk her husband again??” “no way, i was throwing away the trash and i saw them?? coincidentally??”

hwang minhyun:

the perfectionist. a little ocd and always needs everything to be super clean and organized. he told you that he had perfect attendance in school and always had straight a’s. his skin is perfect, his visuals are perfect, and his voice is perfect. sometimes you feel like he’s too good for you, but then you remember how much of an awkward loser he is in real life. texts you the most romantic things, but can’t say it in person to you. you like to tease him a lot for being an awkward antisocial person. very easily embarrassed person. not a big pda person. blushes a lot. doesn’t know how to convey his feelings into words or actions, but it’s okay bc you know he’s trying hard. he looks like a cold tsundere but sike he’s a soft mochi on the inside. smiles a lot more now bc “you make me happy i guess”.

ong seongwoo:

the prankster. he loves messing around with you and pissing you off. one time he put blue dye into your body wash and you came out of the shower looking like a smurf. you guys end up having prank wars and once you even super glued his feet into his shoes. when he’s not thinking of ingenious plans to prank you, he’s actually a really sweet boyfriend. sometimes he takes you out on spontaneous dates to that fancy restaurant across town to make up an excuse to see you wear a beautiful dress. but he loves taking you on midnight rides. like he’ll drive you in silence as you enjoy the night sky and talk to you about random things and let you rant about your inner thoughts. “stop staring at me ong!! focus on the road” “you’re just too beautiful. you distracted me”

kim jaehwan:

the musician. he confessed to you in broad daylight while playing the guitar and singing a song written for you. you guys were sitting on a bench in the city and he randomly whips out his guitar and starts singing. a crowd gathers around you eventually, and they cheer when you accept his confession. he likes to write songs in the middle of the night, so you’ll probably wake up at 3 AM and hear him playing random chords on the piano and writing lyrics in the dark. he writes songs thinking about you and likes to sing to you when you have trouble sleeping. also super extra!! likes to boast about things that he can’t do like karate and playing soccer. he told you that he used to play soccer in middle school, but when you actually took him out to play he said “yeah i played soccer. i played fifa” “ugh i hate you so much right now”

kang daniel:

the gamer. he’s a huge fucking loser, and he loves playing league and overwatch and basically every game ever. tried to teach you how to play league once but you never understood anything, so he ended up carrying the team and winning. spends 95% of his time indoors, but he also likes to cuddle with you when he’s gaming. makes you sit on his lap while he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head when he plays. likes taking you to comicon or any other nerdy convention. but it’s endearing to see him so excited about cosplayers. “cosplay with me next year” “lol how about a no”

park jihoon:

the prince. on top of his handsome looks and dancing skills, he was also born with a silver spoon in his mouth. buys you everything you’ve ever wanted and then some. but you’re not interested in materialism ok yes you are but you’re more interested in him. so he doesn’t really understand love?? like he’s always been loved by his parents but he tries his hardest to convey his feelings for you without extravagant gifts. like this is the first time someone told him that they didn’t want a new car and he doesn’t understand why you don’t want a mercedes benz but it’s your loss?? he takes you to nice dates at super expensive high end restaurants while you assure him that getting a take-away pizza is always fine too. wears gucci and givenchy and saint laurent and tries to buy you clothes from there too but one dress is worth more than your life??? he likes to sleep on your shoulder while you stroke his hair. really cute relationship full of $$$. if you need a sugar daddy you know who to call. “you want a new car?” “wtf no i want a new boyfriend” “>:((((”

park woojin:

the shy turned wild one. yeah he was really shy when you first met but now he wildin. you tried taking him to a family party once but he was getting too into his dancing and ended up grinding the floor. what happened to the shy bean that couldn’t look you in the eye?? sometimes he’s still really shy around people he just met, and he kind of attaches himself to you. but dancing really makes him let everything go, and he tries to teach you choreographies to your favorite songs. taught you how to dance to red velvet and exo and rap to okey dokey. dates consists of dance lessons and chilling at home watching smtm together. bet milk tea on who’s going to make it to the finals. “yo it’s gonna be nucksal” “oh hell no i’m betting on hangzoo” “wow it’s only bc you like zico & dean more smh i thought you loved me”

bae jinyoung:

the nerd that turned hot. you known him since elementary school but boy did he glow up in high school. the last thing you remember was him being that smart nerd that never talked, but now he has a whole army of girls chasing after him. outside appearance may have changed but he’s still a nerd. dates consists of chilling at home and watching the latest episode of the anime y’all like while cuddling. takes you to animecon where you cringe at the weebs but where he enjoys every moment of it. likes taking you to manga and anime stores. dreams of going to japan with you. also likes to buy you cute couple charms for your phone. “i bought you the touka charm bc you’re the touka to my kaneki” “you’re such a fucking weeb lmao but sasaki is better”

lee daehwi:

the foreign swagger. yeah he lived in america for 4 years, that’s why he’s here man. just kidding, he’s a super adorable boyfriend that sometimes mixes up his languages when he’s flustered. super caring and always frets over you. nags you a lot when you get sick. “i told you not to go outside without a jacket!” but really good music tastes. makes different spotify playlists for you to listen to when you’re sad or tryna to get turnt. likes shopping dates!! he is your personal fashion designer and buys cute dresses when he thinks you look cute in them. “i thought this color suited you really well, so i bought it!” “um but it says it’s $300″ “oops?”

lai guanlin:

the athlete. he likes every sport but he’s super obsessed with basketball dude. like he’ll take you out to the nearest basketball court to shoot with him even if you can’t make a shot for your life. dw he’ll teach you the proper shooting form and how to dribble. you’ll end up having lots of cute basketball dates and afterward he’ll probably take you out for ice cream. likes to rest his head in your lap as he practices his shooting form laying down. lots of after-practice cuddles. “ew guanlin you’re so sweaty. get off of me” “no i like staying with you like this”

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mystichotmess · 7 years

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RFA+Searan&V w/ MC that is a cute lil nerd

HERE WE GO (For both male and female MCs) Yoosung: •B o i i s i n l o v e •plays lolol with you like every day (even though Seayoung said that he isn't allowed to but sHHHHH) •you both hum the legend of Zelda intro theme song in bed but (bUT SHHHHHH pt 2) •cosplay? I THINK YES!!! •every once in a while you guys have a movie marathon that lasts a few days (Star Wars, Star Trek, Mystery Movie Science Theater 3000) •instead of a couples massage or retreat this pair of smol beans just learn Vulcan together on the internet •couple goals Zen: •doesn't really get it (but secretly does) •he had a brief nerd phase before his biker phase tbh •doesn't tell anyone •still does nerd stuff with you tho •actually cried when you made him vault boy pancake art for breakfast •one time you couldn't find your Pokémon adventures manga box set and found him hiding in the bathroom reading them •he didn't notice you there so you just let him be •buys you a studio ghibli totoro plushy Jaehee: •she's only a nerd for the Zen fandom •like before you guys became a thing you seriously thought she had an undiscovered sexuality (zensexual/ Hyunsexual) •when you take her to comic con she's cosplaying as zen and your cosplaying as (either Samus Aran or captain falcon depending on your gender or you can put whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) •she doesn't have time to play games with you, but let's you do special promotions for the coffee shop Jumin: •he also doesn't get it •but he set up a state of the art gaming room for you (while you were asleep of course because you would have stopped him) •spoils you with stuff (because you are a pure gaming marshmallow that must be protected) •LOVES it when you cosplay but doesn't let you out of the house in revealing cosplay •forces you to go as a mech suit character so nobody will stare at you the wrong way •creates a gaming branch for C&R so you can be the spokesperson (but also so he can show you off) •calls you his prince/princess when you dress as Rosalina (even though she isn't a princess JUMIN)/ Daston from Prince of Persia Seayoung: •ONCE AGAIN LOVEEE •when he was stalki er um I mean doing a background check he saw your secret social media page dedicated to just EVERY GAME EVER •this kid literally lost it •like poor bby was actually scared to talk to you because he thought his nerd level was too low he was seriously afraid of embarrassing himself in front of you •literally studied video game lore for like 8 hours to TRY and catch up to you •once you guys became a thing and you moved in after a while you LOVED his house •#1 space boi •first thing you guys did was play portal co-op (because vanderwood always refuses to play with him) •portal is your thing as a couple likeee you sing the aperture science song together •goals Searan: •Is also a nerd •but hides because he doesn't want to seem childish •is rlly bad at hiding it •LIKE HE JUST STUFFED ALL OF HIS SHIT IN HIS CLOSET •YOU MOVED IN AND SHARE A CLOSET AND HE STILL THINKS THATS A GOOD HIDING SPOT •you didn't want to confront him about it but EVERY TIME YOU OPEN THE DAMN CLOSET STUFF IS JUST POURING OUT LIKE HOW??? •he claims it isn't his so you test him by saying that there's no space so you're gonna throw it out •he cries and comes clean •you guys never speak of this ever again V: •This bean is has an old soul ok? •doesn't get it but still does professional photo shoots for your cosplay •you two literally become icons for the cosplay community •both of you host panels at comic con •even though he doesn't like to show off your work, he LOVES to show off you •cosplay sex..... ALL OF THEM FiGHT Me oN THiS

#mysme v #mystic messenger searan #mystic messenger #nerd #does jumin han is gay #jumin han #unknown #seayoung #707 #luciel choi #gayhee for jaehee #immagine #scenarios #fanfic

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demitgibbs · 6 years

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‘Love, Simon’ Star Natasha Rothwell is Here to School the World

Oh, sure, actress Natasha Rothwell’s scene-stealing drama teacher in out director Greg Berlanti’s groundbreaking gay teen rom-com Love, Simon is bitter – and therefore, funny as all hell – about overseeing amateur teens in a student production of Cabaret. Hey, she had an oh-so-prestigious part in The Lion King musical! (As, um, an extra.)

But Ms. Albright is a dogged ally for life, demonstrating heartfelt compassion for her LGBTQ students when Simon and his queer schoolmate, Ethan, are bullied in the lunchroom. Enter Ms. Albright, who breaks up the fight in true Ms. Albright fashion: “That’s mine now,” she scolds, confiscating the bullies’ speaker. “I’m’ma sell it, get my tubes tied.”

Rothwell knows the teacher life well: She was a high school teacher in the Bronx for four years. Queer students confided in her, some even came out to her. Now, the 37-year-old actress and former SNL writer returns for a third season of actress-writer Issa Rae’s terrific HBO comedy Insecure, as Issa’s freewheeling, zero-fucks friend Kelli. And no details on her role just yet – she couldn’t reveal any during our recent interview, sorry – but Rothwell is also set to star in director Patty Jenkins’ Wonder Woman sequel.

Plenty to chat about until then, though, including the importance of LGBTQ inclusion in her projects and her reaction to the criticism Love, Simon received for not being progressive enough.

Why do you think the women on Insecure have resonated with the queer community?

I think what attracts the queer community to Insecure is authenticity and seeing a group of women being celebrated on television for being their authentic selves. The courage that it takes for marginalized groups like the LGBTQIA community to be authentic – it’s so difficult and so brave and so admirable to do so that when you see a group of people doing that on screen I can understand why that resonates with the queer community. I feel that way when I see other marginalized groups of people on TV shown as full-fledged characters. I’m like, “Yes, yes, yes!”

It should be noted how effortlessly LGBTQIA just rolled off your tongue. You didn’t stumble over a single letter.

(Laughs) I think having been a part of Love, Simon and doing press for that I was like, “I’m gonna get this! They’re not gonna get me on camera or on tape!” Because I’m an ally through and through, and they better know I know what I’m talking about. (Laughs)

So, Kelli: Surely her unapologetic boldness – I mean, in season two, she got fingered at a diner – resonates with the community.

(Laughs) She was living her best life. She’s not gonna apologize for it. Until I got into my 30s, I felt like I was apologizing for being a woman, for being black. The beauty of playing Kelli is I get to have a character match how I now feel, and I get to play a woman who’s never known any different. Like, I imagine this is Kelli from the crib; when she was an infant, till now, she’s only ever known this version of herself. I love playing someone who doesn’t experience doubt in the way I do.

Do you write Kelli?

We all write Kelli. We’ll do internal table reads of the script and I’ll sit down and get to see what the other room was working on, and I’m like, “Oh shit, I’m getting fingered? OK!” It’s a real team effort to develop her and all the characters.

You’ve cited Lily Tomlin as an influence. How did she influence your comedic voice?

Female comedians that weren’t trapped by femininity is what resonated with me most. She was such a chameleon, subverting expectations. She plays a little girl (Edith Ann) and she’s sitting in this giant, oversized chair and having this monologue, and she’s so playful and inventive and completely embodies the POV of a small child, and using her body to tell a story. I just remember watching that and being obsessed.

You’re writing a rom-com called Bridal Recall for Paramount Pictures, and you also have a development deal with HBO to write and produce and star in your own project. Will the queer community have a place in those projects?

If I have a say. To me, I don’t think talking about inclusion and diversity is enough. We have to do it in actuality and in action. One of the brilliant things about Issa’s writers’ room? It’s not all black. We have representation from all over the spectrum. We have different sexualities represented, different ethnicities represented, and we can tell a nuanced story that way. So, I have every intention of making my writers’ room reflect the nuance that I want to tell in those stories, that I feel make worthwhile stories.

What did it mean to you to be a part of Love, Simon?

It meant everything. When I read the script and the book, I was just honored that I could participate in a project that really felt bigger than myself. The response has been insane and continues to be. People are discovering the movie even still and are responding to it in a really visceral way. I imagine it being that way for young people of color watching Black Panther for the first time. To me, that’s powerful to see your story represented and it’s not – it’s a love story first and a coming out story second.

It’s one of the things where it’s just, I want more of this. I want more people to see themselves represented in this very specific, common way that straight white people have had the privilege of. So, I want to see more of those stories being told, because I’m a child of the ’80s. John Hughes is my jam, and I loved Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles. So, to see this story get that treatment was a magical thing. I will be forever grateful to Greg Berlanti for thinking that I could play Ms. Albright. He’s such a wonderful man and encouraged me and brought me to tears. He pulled me aside after I finished shooting and he was just like, “I have the same feeling about you I did when I directed Melissa McCarthy.” And I was like, “You just said a lot in that sentence!” And then I burst into tears. (Laughs)

Do gay fans recognize you as Ms. Albright on the street?

I don’t get “Hey, Ms. Albright!” I live in West Hollywood and the LGBTQIA community is en masse here and I love it. So, I’ll get recognized from Love, Simon and as Kelli, sometimes at the same time. It’s a great community, and I feel so welcomed and thankful for it.

In an episode during season two of Insecure, you and Issa call out Molly for being revolted by a male suitor because he has sexual history with another man. The episode acknowledges a glaring double-standard between men and women, and also hypermasculinity in black versus white communities. What part did you play in bringing that storyline to light?

We all talked about our experiences and something that would give us pause before entering into a relationship, or something that we wouldn’t even stop and think twice about. It varied by gender, by sexuality, by age. What boiled up to the top was the hypertoxic masculinity of communities of color, especially the black community. So, we really loved to present that specific part of the show to our audience because it caused conversation around the topic. One of the things that I love about our show is we don’t present answers – we present questions. We want people to have these conversations in a public way.

Recently, a massive Twitterstorm ignited when GQ featured the straight male cast in a photo spread that some deemed “gay.” One of the featured actors, Sarunas Jackson, called out the homophobic tone of the comments. I’m thinking, we’ve already been here.

We’ve already been here, we already did this, guys. We’ve already evolved. Let’s just move on. But this just goes to show that continued conversation and continued moments for educating yourself are helpful. One of the more palpable things that I think that photo spread did was spark that conversation again, so people can really, once and for all, understand their own toxic masculinity. I was shocked by the number of women jumping on board. I’m like, you were indoctrinated to think that way, and we have to unlearn some things in order to be the progressive, thoughtful, inclusive people that I know we are capable of being.

You responded to people who don’t feel represented by Insecure by telling them, well, then you tell your story, because no one story can encompass all of our stories. Love, Simon received similar criticism for featuring a white man in its lead role, versus someone of color. Would you respond to that criticism in the same way?

Absolutely. I think I would be remiss to say, “We did it guys. Let’s pack it up! We fixed it! We fixed inclusion in Hollywood!” I think that would be a gross mistake to be made. I don’t look at Insecure and even see myself represented all the time and I write on the show, because this is a story. This is Issa and her girlfriend in Inglewood, California. But what it requires is more art to be made to reflect those things that aren’t being shown. Let’s tell those stories because, if there’s anything I’ve learned when really resonating with audiences lately, it’s a hunger for diversity.

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/09/20/love-simon-star-natasha-rothwell-is-here-to-school-the-world/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.tumblr.com/post/178281727110

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cynthiajayusa · 6 years

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‘Love, Simon’ Star Natasha Rothwell is Here to School the World

Plenty to chat about until then, though, including the importance of LGBTQ inclusion in her projects and her reaction to the criticism Love, Simon received for not being progressive enough.

Why do you think the women on Insecure have resonated with the queer community?

It should be noted how effortlessly LGBTQIA just rolled off your tongue. You didn’t stumble over a single letter.

So, Kelli: Surely her unapologetic boldness – I mean, in season two, she got fingered at a diner – resonates with the community.

Do you write Kelli?

You’ve cited Lily Tomlin as an influence. How did she influence your comedic voice?

What did it mean to you to be a part of Love, Simon?

Do gay fans recognize you as Ms. Albright on the street?

source https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/09/20/love-simon-star-natasha-rothwell-is-here-to-school-the-world/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazin.blogspot.com/2018/09/love-simon-star-natasha-rothwell-is.html

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hotspotsmagazine · 6 years

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‘Love, Simon’ Star Natasha Rothwell is Here to School the World

Plenty to chat about until then, though, including the importance of LGBTQ inclusion in her projects and her reaction to the criticism Love, Simon received for not being progressive enough.

Why do you think the women on Insecure have resonated with the queer community?

It should be noted how effortlessly LGBTQIA just rolled off your tongue. You didn’t stumble over a single letter.

So, Kelli: Surely her unapologetic boldness – I mean, in season two, she got fingered at a diner – resonates with the community.

Do you write Kelli?

You’ve cited Lily Tomlin as an influence. How did she influence your comedic voice?

What did it mean to you to be a part of Love, Simon?

Do gay fans recognize you as Ms. Albright on the street?

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/09/20/love-simon-star-natasha-rothwell-is-here-to-school-the-world/

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Why Women Marched Against Trump

Backstory:

I had spent a bit too much time on social media following the mudslide that is the new Trump administration and a peculiar situation unfurled. A male friend of mine posted a photo meant to critique the Women’s March by using photos of assumed Muslim women being stoned, wearing Hijab’s and being abused in various other manners. The intention of the post (supposedly originally written by a woman) was to discredit the march, with the implication that they had no idea why women marched because American women, come on, we have it so great and we should just be thankful we don’t have the life of a Middle Eastern Woman.

I decided to reply that I found it interesting that suddenly he had actual feelings for the things the women pictured dealt with, when prior to the march, not a word was said. Then, a friend of my friend then engaged in a conversation with me online. He questioned the things I mentioned, and questioned why I never did anything about the previous assaults, sexual harassment and various other illegal activities that applied to me for the simple fact that I was a woman.

The following is a transcript of some of the conversation, if you’re so inclined:

Me: I absolutely adore how many posts I'm seeing about males bringing up how women from other countries are suffering...when they gave zero shits about those same oppressed women when zero American women were marching.

Friend: i am a firm believer in understanding the truth. and the truth is.. that women in america have it great! men in america have it great! black people in america have it great. same with all other races and genders. america is great. and to be blessed with this american life, is ignored and forgotten by many. especially those protesting for the wrong reasons. for example.. the article above shows how american women have it great in america. i volunteered in our military for the sole purpose to serve protect and defend those given rights. so those who protest need to not act like they dont exist because they do in fact exist and are very much real

Me:Would you kindly tell that to the average 3 women A DAY murdered by their partners in the U.S.? I love that you think we have it great, and by God as my witness we certainly do in so many regards that I'm thankful for, but until you've had a penis inside your vagina against your will, until you are denied told you can't have your tubes tied because "your future husband might want kids", until you walk down the street and are propositioned for blow jobs on a college campus, until you are asked in a job interview if you plan in having children, until you have had a fellow service member comment on your ass while you're trying to qualify (for my nonmilitary people this means shooting guns on a range), until you're asked how you got your promotion besides being on your knees, kindly refrain from trying to explain to me why I shouldn't have the right to protest and tell me how I should do it, not a single arrest was made during the women's march ( not the case on actual inauguration day - as that day WAS NOT a sanctioned " Women's March")..you know very well I love this country as I've dedicated 3 tours to the cause.

Random Guy: ..until you are denied (and) told you can't have your tubes tied because "your future husband might want kids"....PLEASE cite research into your claims above. The rest of your ramblings are ridiculous as well...but specifically explain yourself about this. As far as no (per your research?) arrests during the March on Saturday, there are thousands that SHOULD have been cited for LITTERING. Also, Madonna should have been locked up immediately.One more thing...if everything you claimed were actually epidemic in our society of today, why is this so? Obama was the President over the past 8 years. Where was he during the above atrocities against women? I'll await your response there.

Me: Umm those were first hand references...soooo.

Random Guy: You posted it....soooo....defend your comments.

Me: I'm confused what I need to defend...please explain it to me

Random Guy: I can specifically cite laws and regulations against everything you said. Sooo....unless you plan to defend your assertions, you're just a blowhard with a hard-on against men.

Me: Weird how people don't always follow the law...I happen to love most men but thanks for caring

Random Guy: Once again, "...until you are denied (and) told you can't have your tubes tied because "your future husband might want kids"....PLEASE cite research into your claims that females can't have their tubes tied because your future husband might want kids.

Me: Like, you want a blow by blow or should I say thrust by thrust account of my rape?

Me: It's what my doctor told me, until I found a new one

Random Guy: I'm sorry for any injustice you've experienced in your lifetime but you don't speak for all women. Your ramblings are indicative of a victim mentality. It's also ILLEGAL for an employer to ask, in an interview, whether the applicant plans to have kids in the future.Any rational and sane person would KNOW that ANY female can get a tubal ligation at any time without anyone denying them.

Me: I'm not saying every woman feels this way.

Random Guy: If your Doctor actually told you something like that, why didn't you report him or her? If someone said "nice ass" or otherwise sexually harassed you, why didn't you report him or her? If an employer asked you whether you plan to have kids in the future, why didn't you report them?

Me: Hmm let's talk about that, during a court marshall I actually did, thanks though

Random Guy: If this is just the "(Insert my name here,) Victim" story, why not write a book instead of attacking people because of your unfortunate past?

I then replied I had written a book, where he proceeded to tell me he hopes I have a good editor because what I was saying was very unprofessional and inflammatory. I also asked my friend if he felt attacked, but got not response, he was silent thereafter. Rando (as I’ll now refer to random guy of which I won’t release his name) then wished me well and stated he hoped to see me on CNN one day.

The thing is, the conversation and what felt like a personal attack floored me. I had so much to say in reply but it just wouldn’t come out. The blatant denial of facts and cultural context obliterated any sense I had in trying to verbalize any rebuttal.

I thought about the conversation for days. Was I wrong, was I a thankless ingrate feminazi, brimming with privilege I didn’t even know I had? Was the epidemic of the maltreatment of women in our country skewed by my own experience?

I reached out. I asked women in my own social media circle to share their stories with me. I asked them, if they had ever experienced abuse, why didn’t they “Deal with it,” as suggested by the gentleman I spoke to. Here is one single response I received out of many, some details have been changed for autonomy:

Anyway....if by "dealing with it" at the time it occurs people mean stop it, walk out on it, or something like that, all I can say from my own experience is: abuse doesn't start with the physical. What my partner did was to undermine me - my intelligence, my abilities to "make it" without him, and later, my abilities to care for my son. By that time, my self-esteem was completely gone and the physical abuse followed. I knew it was wrong, but I (inexplicably) was convinced by then that I really WAS as stupid and incompetent as he thought I was. He also told me that if I ever left him, he would take our son and I would never see him again. The abuser causes you to question everything: it's gaslighting at its most effective. "He didn't really mean to hit me, did he? It was a mistake. It won't happen again. Besides, he loves me!" And I'll be honest...I was lucky. I had a supportive family who loved me and my child. And yet it happened to me.

For privacy reasons, I am choosing not to mention the other responses I received. They included rape and molestation but also a resounding tone of shame and guilt from the women who shared. This isn’t anything new, we all know why women don’t speak out, we know the impact of such things, why they don’t “Deal with it,” when it happens. I feel like those who make statements such as they should have been stronger, done something about it, they should just be followed up with, “just being pussies,” because that is the feeling I had from Rando, who, come on, literally called me a Victim, when I was simply stating facts. This guy knew nothing about me, the fact that I did leave, that I did fight, that I did climb out of the burn pits, on a few occasions. This man was ordering me to defend my actions in a cloud of disbelief. He didn’t give credit to those fucking warriors, men and women, who eventually said, “Enough is enough.”

It boils down to this concept that some people refuse to admit exists. VICTIM BLAMING, when you lead a conversation with the victim about assault with the words, “Why didn’t you...” Sorry not sorry, fuck you and fuck that uncircumcised beast you rode in on. When this phrase is said, it’s implying that outright, it was my/our responsibility to prevent whatever happened to me/us from happening, as opposed to um...people not raping/assaulting/abusing/harassing other people, point blank. I did what I could when I could to alleviate the things that happened, but why should that sole responsibility ride on my shoulders.

I once posted a comment on Facebook that I regret to this day. I said, something along the lines of, “Well, I don’t go walking down a dark alley waving around a wad of cash, expecting not to get robbed.” This logic is flawed in that yes, people will hurt you...BUT THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT OK, AND THOSE PEOPLE SHOULD BE HELD RESPONSIBLE in such a way as to fear the four horseman if they do decide to sexually assault an unconscious female behind a dumpster. Something tells me Brock Turner serving only a three month jail sentence after committing such an act, will not make people fear their transgressions. Therefore, there’s no reason for the majority of sex offenders to NOT offend, the payoff is worth more than their punishment, if they get one at all.

Let me be clear here, Rando did state he believed women had every right to protest. His and my friend’s point to me was, women have it great in America and we should be grateful for it. I got it, I won’t argue with that, I grovel to my God every day for the things given to me...to a point. We undeniably have it pretty good, but let me ask, what the actual fuck is wrong with wanting better?

Rando also told me that instead of marching, the women should have volunteered at shelters or something....For how long Rando, how long should they have volunteered, until the violence miraculously stopped? You’re telling me eventually, if we just keep giving 5 hours a week to a shelter, the abused would stop coming in? Giving aid to victims is most definitely a duty, one that I’ve taken on in the past, but let me be clear, it is a bandaid. Every day more women and children come into the shelters and transitional housing, at least when there’s room. It’s the same with homelessness. Providing shelter and care is a step, but it is not the cure. Cultural change is, and guess what causes cultural change? I’m not going to explain it to you Rando, just maybe, I don’t know, go study the Civil Rights leaders and see how Andrew Goodman, Elizabeth Freeman, Lucy Stone, W.E.B. Du Bois, Harry Hay did it (I’ve got my own reading list on hand now).

I acknowledge that just protesting doesn’t work for social change (which is what we’re agreeing is needed here right), it takes more than that, legislation, policy change, invention, actual culture change, and surprise, tension and conflict (which come on, the marches obviously did that so don’t tell me they should have done something else) I also know that planting my ass at a check-in desk at a women’s shelter is not part of the advancement bargain, it is a maintainer and I’m sorry that’s all you want, the maintenance of your own life’s standards.

Just because women elsewhere survive far greater things than some of us here, I refuse to sit down, shut up, and ignore that the American Dream isn’t a whisper of a lie. If I were to accept my wonderful fate of living in this nation, no questions asked, no protesting had, I think I might have to ignore some striking statistics.

Fun facts:

From 2002 to 2012, the number of women killed by intimate partners was 15,462, according to data from James A. Fox, a Northeastern University criminology professor who adjusted federal data for unsolved homicide cases believed to be linked to intimate partners.

The total deaths from Sept. 11 and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan is a maximum of 9,838 (As of 2013, 147 women were killed since 2001) . It’s lower when we exclude non-American victims on Sept. 11. Weeeird, so you’re telling me more women were killed in America than in those Muslim countries we’re banning because they’re such a threat to domestic security. You’re telling me, as a woman, I’m safer going to war than dating someone? Gotcha’.

The National Coalition Against Domestic Violence has found that, on average, nearly 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner in the United States. During one year, this equates to more than 10 million women and men. 1 in 3 women and 1 in 4 men have been victims of [some form of] physical violence by an intimate partner within their lifetime. So, Rando, American men could stand to do better as well.

On a typical day, there are more than 20,000 phone calls placed to domestic violence hotlines nationwide.

The cost of intimate partner violence exceeds $8.3 billion per year. Rando, THAT’S why I don’t care that protestors didn’t get cited for littering, it wouldn’t have come close to making a dent in that debt.

Women are more likely to suffer domestic violence than they are cancer, which the rate of cancer for women is considered an epidemic. So yes, Rando, it is an epidemic...as to why women are marching now about it, there is this thing called Take Back the Night, which is an international event and non-profit organization with the mission of ending sexual, relationship, and domestic violence in all forms. Hundreds of events are held in over 30 countries annually. Events often include marches, rallies and vigils intended as a protest and direct action against rape and other forms of sexual, relationship, and domestic violence. In 2001, a group of women who had participated in the earliest Take Back the Night marches, came together to form the Take Back the Night Foundation in support of the events throughout the United States and the world. These events existed during the Obama administration and beyond which, let’s get into that, why weren’t we crying about it when Obama was President. I’m just going to pop in this little link to take care of some of that: https://obamawhitehouse.archives.gov/the-press-office/2014/08/26/fact-sheet-obama-administration-record-women-and-girls

So, it appears the Obama administration took strides in addressing the issue plaguing our nation, though I will not pretend it was enough. So why march now in the millions simply because we now have a President that supposed manhaters can’t stand? Oh I don’t know, it might be because our current President (he who must not be named) has said the following statements about women:

Said that Fox News’ Megyn Kelly had “blood coming out of her wherever“ after she moderated a GOP debate and questioned Trump for having previously labeled women “fat pigs” and “dogs.” (He also retweeted a comment calling Kelly a “bimbo.”)

In reference to Fiorina, Trump took aim at her looks in an interview with Rolling Stone magazine. “Look at that face!” he said. “Would anyone vote for that? Can you imagine that, the face of our next president?!” Trump then attempted to backpedal, saying he was talking about her persona, not her physical appearance. Now, I’m not sure here, but I don’t believe he mentioned the appearance of any male running mates, I could be wrong here but double check and let me know if I’m wrong.

Trump told USA Today columnist that if his daughter were ever to be sexually harassed at work, he hopes she’d just move on. “I would like to think she would find another career or find another company if that was the case,” he said. As opposed to, oh I don’t know, “I would hope if she felt she needed help in standing up, she would come to me, or other trusted allies to get the piece of shit harassing her kicked out on his/her ass where they belong...you know, change the fucking culture, or if she didn’t want to prosecute, feel safe in knowing I’d support her regardless.” Because again, I couldn’t ask him to demand she “do something about it,” because that is not anyone’s decision but hers.

He tweeted that military sexual assault should basically be expected, what with men and women serving in the military together. This fall, Matt Lauer gave Trump an opportunity to amend his comments in a forum hosted by NBC, but Trump did not. “Well, it is a correct tweet,” he said. Basically, again he chalked it up to the fact that men just can’t help themselves, as opposed to saying something along the lines of...”We have to do better.”

And my favorite:

I moved on her like a bitch, but I couldn't get there, and she was married. Then all of a sudden I see her, she's now got the big phony tits and everything. I'm automatically attracted to beautiful [women]—I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything ... Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything. In this case he could have said...no, nothing else he could have said, he should have just shut the fuck up unless it was to compliment/analyze literally anything other than the physical appearance of a woman.

I’m not even going to get into the rumors of rape charges and pedophilia against the man, because...according to the nation, all those women were “obviously lying,” and I can’t dispute that nonsense, I don’t have the strength.

So, Rando, that might be why women specifically marched a day after this upstanding American Citizen was inaugurated. It’s because, after this man was elected to the most respected position in our nation, I believe it created a foreboding disastrous future for women and even men. When the recording of the pussy statement came out, everyone shrugged their shoulder and said it was lockerroom banter, thereby signaling to American men and everyone else, that this was acceptable language towards our nation’s daughters, mothers, sisters...American Women. Guess what, it’s not.

So, I guess my last comment to you Rando and everyone else saying that the women didn’t march for them because they were doing just peachy is, you’re lucky.

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