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hyperdemona · 4 months

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Males r literally so fucking ugly and unappetizing tf

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madbug · 1 year

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i applied for an internship like a week before my friend did, and he got a rejection email back today where i still havent heard anything. i know i probably shouldnt get my hopes up, out of thousands of people applying, im sure i dont stand out, but at the same time it is like my dream job

#internship #applying to jobs is stressful #at this point i use linkedin like a little game #i just scroll through internships and apply to all of them #if they are somewhat in my field #its reaching the point where i need a real job and cant work min wage next summer #i have been aggressively applying to internships #and like im a fairly okay candidate i think

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atinystraynstay · 2 months

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Off Limits - Jeong Yunho

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Synopsis: Going to college for you was very serious. Nothing could stand in the way which meant often rejecting social events and saying no to anything to risk. That was until you met Yunho, someone you would risk it all for.

Pairing: College!Jeong Yunho x fem. reader

Genre: mutual pining, strangers to friends with benefits - MINORS DNI

Contains: mentions of celibacy, mentions of alcohol consumption, nudity, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, slight begging, protected intercourse, characters losing their virginity, orgasm

Note: based on a request from @jonghoslvt ☆ no joke, I adore you and never thought you'd take up my offer. I really hope this doesn't disappoint because I literally fell in love with the idea the moment you hit my inbox

Word Count: 7.8k

"But y/n, it's not even a frat party," your best friend whined. "Yeah! We're too old for that anyways," your other friend chimed in.

You currently found yourself in a standoff. At first, you had situated yourself in your bed with your textbooks to have a quiet night in. Your friends, however, took it upon themselves to propose an alternative idea. One that you often rejected.

"Are you forgetting that we have midterms next week? I would like to start spring break stress-free."

Your entire life has been focused on going to college. If asked about your childhood, you would always recall how happy you were growing up. But you never overlooked the sacrifices your parents made for you. Going to college was never realistic or them, so they worked overtime I order to provide you with the opportunity to live a better life than they ever got a chance for. Their struggles were something you can never ignore, which made you want to work hard to make them proud.

And since getting to college, it was about doing well to be able to show them why their hard work was worth it. You also had a personal goal of being able to afford to repay them for everything.

To get to that point, that meant often saying no to social obligations so you could study. Your weekends often looked like you were crammed in the library. Or, if you needed human interaction, propping yourself at a coffee shop to mix in with the crowd.

Breaks were the opportunities to let loose and have a little bit of fun. Yet, your breaks often looked like doing work for internships. Now that senior year has arrived, you are also adding in time to scroll through LinkedIn and Indeed for potential job openings

"Y/n, I adore you, and what a little studious bookworm you are. However, it is senior year. We have less than 3 months to make stupid decisions before adult obligations. There is also the chance we might not be living even in the same state or country! Do you really want to live life only when we come to visit or you visit someone else?"

You never went to a frat party. You never had a random hookup. You always played things safe.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh as you gazed down at your lap where your textbook rested. She had a point. While you were very excited about being that true adult version of you, you weren't ready for the hard parts of it like no longer living with your best friends or really having little interaction.

"And I'll tell you what. We don't have to stay all night. If you get overwhelmed or are over it, we will come straight home and watch Love Is Blind."

You perked up at her compromise. When you looked up, hopeful eyes were staring back at you before you silently nodded. That was enough to send them into squeals and start to drag yourself out of bed.

What were you getting yourself into?

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Little did you know, across campus, a similar debate was going on.

"Guys, I really don't like house parties like that," Yunho huffed. "And how do you know if you've ever been?" Mingi challenged him.

Yunho couldn't help but narrow his eyes on his best friend. He had a point, but damn, did he hate it when he was right. Out of the two them, Mingi was the more social one. Before a party was finalized, Mingi was already receiving texts about the details so word could spread like wildfire.

On the other hand, Yunho often opted for quiet nights in. He would spend nights either gaming with Seonghwa or drinking at home with a few friends. What was the point in going to a house party when they already had beer in their apartment?

There was also a part that loved hearing Mingi's retelling of what went down. Yunho simply didn't like parties, the situations that could arise from consuming too much alcohol, and the morning recovery.

"You owe me!" "For what?!"' "I mean," Mingi began. "I am your best friend. I'm sure you owe me something!"

Yunho rolled his eyes but couldn't fight the smirk curling onto his lips. It amused him greatly the antics Mingi always tried getting into, and how he basically became a whimpering puppy for attention.

"What will you do for me if I go?" Yunho challenged. "I will literally never ask you to come out again if you absolutely hate it. Or I will do all the chores in the house for the next month."

That caught Yunho's attention instantly. He liked to consider himself a very clean man, never knowing who might step into their humble abode. However, Yunho still liked to maintain a welcoming household and seemed like he had things together. First impressions mattered the most to him. And it was no secret Mingi often dirtied up any clean space, no matter how recently Yunho finished cleaning.

"Wait? Are you being serious?"

With Mingi cleaning, that meant that Yunho could just spend time the way he wanted to - playing video games and chilling with his friends. Yunho definitely was a person who liked being around people, but he didn't like situations that could get messy quickly. Hence why there was a slight aversion to going to parties where things could go 0 to 100 too quickly.

At home, Yunho was in control. He was the mood maker who kept a warm, welcoming environment. That meant one that was clean and safe for everyone. An oasis from the chaos of university.

"I'm dead serious, Yunho." "Deal!"

Little to Yunho know just how overwhelming the atmosphere would be. Even though Yunho certainly liked making memories with his friends, he was almost intimidated. All around him were drinks being passed left and right, not even knowing what was in the drink but it made his noise scrunch up as all he could smell was cheap perfume and alcohol. It practically burned his nostrils.

"Relax, Yunho," Wooyoung laughed. "You are about to give away that you've never had pussy before."

Yunho's head snapped towards his younger friend, a look of shock on his face. "Do you ever not think with your dick?"

"Will you ever sleep with someone? Come on. You're in college. Make a bad decision." "I'm fine with sticking to this one," Yunho sighed.

It wasn't that Yunho didn't want to have sex. However, he knew just how special being intimate with someone is. What mattered to him was waiting for the person he felt like he could be that vulnerable with. Just finding a random person and doing it sounds disgusting. Not how he wanted his first time go.

Nobody has caught his attention yet.

"Oh ease up, Yunho. Woo just is looking out for you," Mingi laughed. "But if you do find someone, bedrooms are open upstairs.

I think I'm going to be sick.

"Well, to be the bearer of good news," Jongho called out. "It seems like Yunho has a pair of eyes on him."

What was he talking about?

Slowly, Yunho looked over his shoulder whereas his friends seemed to wipe their heads around. Way to be subtle. There was this pattern that always occurred where girls seemed to have taken an interest in Yunho, but he never reciprocated. He was just content with the way things were in his life - no drama, no mess.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight behind him. There's no way.

Yunho has seen you around campus before. The two of you have never had a class together, seeing as your respective programs were in two different buildings. Yet, there were always ways you two crossed paths. You were heavily involved on campus or often in the library studying. Yunho did frequent the library, but if there was no immediate open spot available, he would leave. He always thought you were cute, but the opportunity never presented itself where he could make a move.

He didn't quite think that asking someone, a complete stranger, out on a date in the library when they were obviously busy was romantic.

To be honest, he never saw you as a party girl. You were often studying out of your mountain of textbooks or typing like your life depended on it on your laptop. He adored that side of you. When your hair was pulled back and your glasses framed your face, highlighting your big eyes.

Tonight, you opted for a different look. You ditched your sweats for a short black skirt that had a small slit on the right side. You wore a white shirt but that was mostly hidden underneath the leather jacket you wore. Your hair was downing loose curls. Your makeup also looked like it was light, but he was drawn to your cherry red lipstick.

I wonder if it also tastes like cherries.

Yet, tonight, you seemed like you had no agenda. Your eyes did glance in his direction, followed by whispers and giggles from your friends. To say his interest was peaked is an understatement.

You were someone who caught his attention. And his friends seemed to notice.

"Hey y/n," Mingi called out.

Yunho's head immediately turned towards Mingi who wore a smirk on his face. He wouldn't.

But it was too late. Mingi was already halfway across the room to greet you and your friends. And Yunho was hot on his trails.

"See you finally are breaking out of the library to join the rest of us," he commented.

You rolled your eyes before greeting him with a hug. Of course, Mingi knew you. He knew everyone. How did you two meet though? You weren't an ex-girlfriend or else you would have been over to the dorms. And you had a face that was impossible to forget. Maybe Mingi got tutoring from you?

"Don't hold your breath, Mingi. I was offered an out if I want to take it," you warned.

Your voice was just as angelic as Yunho imagined it. You often studied alone, unless you were shoved into a group project by your professors. Hearing how you speak made his heart flutter.

"Well maybe I can offer a reason to stay?"

You tilted your head in confusion. Mingi nodded over his shoulder which caused you to instinctively look over.

Everything else froze the moment your eyes met. It was like a scene from a romantic movie where the lights highlight the dream girl, music fades out. Nothing else matters at the moment besides you.

"Y/n, I want you to meet my best friend, Jeong Yunho. Yunho, be nice. This is y/n."

I was brought back to reality by Mingi gently patting me on the shoulder and giving me a slight shove. Luckily, I was quick on my feet to prevent myself from stumbling into this girl and making a fool out of myself. The wouldn't be a great first impression.

By your body language, Yunho could tell that you were out of your element. But so was he. Your eyes bounced around as you noticed your friends and his had left the two of you alone.

"Why don't we head out of here? Maybe go to the kitchen? Away from the crowds?"

Your eyes instantly lit up at his offered. The sight of you feeling relieved made Yunho felt proud, but also served as a motivating factor to ensure you always felt that content especially around him.

With a hand on your lower back, Yunho escorted you two out of the main part of the house. His eyes flickered all around to see where there were less people. However, people were playing drinking games in the kitchen. He glanced down at the cup in your hand to see you still had something to drink. The stairs, on the other hand, were vacant.

"Come on, let's go upstairs. I've been wanting to get to know you, y/n," he confessed.

Instantly, you felt your cheeks heat up. You nodded before following Yunho's lead. Your friend groups watched almost in astonishment at how quickly things progressed. Mingi was the proudest, as he played cupid after all.

As the two of you descended up the stairs, you could hear the bass of the music from below but could not quite make out the words. The loud conversations faded out to where you could just hear the footsteps of you and Yunho. You swore though you could feel your racing, and you were nervous Yunho could hear it too.

He flashed you a warm smile as he began trying the doorknob on the first door he saw.

"Occupied!" Someone shouted from within. The two of you felt yourself get hot in the face.

Quickly, he maneuvered the two of you to the bedroom across the hallway. Luckily, the door was slightly cracked and lights were off. An indicator that it was unoccupied. And to confirm, Yunho stepped in first by gently pushing the door. He let out a sigh of relief as there was no one.

"Perfect. Now I can actually get to know you."

He wanted to know me? The girl who is always studying?

He stepped out of the doorway, his back against the bedroom door to allow you inside. You thanked him with a soft smile before stepping into the room. You did notice he closed the door but also left it unlocked. It honestly made you feel a bit safer just by his gentle gaze and consideration.

Whenever you've seen Yunho walking around campus, you've always taken note of his soft aura. Maybe that's why it was so easy to lean into the potential friendship with him.

You found yourself walking into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your hands flattened out the skirt so it covered a bit more of your legs. Yunho joined you, keeping a bit of space but nothing too much. Just enough so you could speak one another but be respectful and mindful of your own personal space.

"I'm surprised to see you here tonight," Yunho commented, a smile still on his lips. "You just never seemed to be the party girl." "You know me already," you laughed. "I'm honestly not but my friends want to make lasting memories before graduation," you explained.

Yunho couldn't help but chuckle which caused you to raise an eyebrow. He quickly cleared his throat, a light hue coating his cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It just seems that our friends are in the same mindset since that's why I got dragged out of the apartment tonight." "I guess it isn't so bad now that I'm here with you."

You swore that Yunho's cheeks got darker. You also noticed how his smile widened to the point his eyes became hidden. He was just too adorable.

"So mystery girl knows who I am," he chuckled again.

God, his laugh was so infectious. I could just sit hear and listen to it all day.

"And I'm surprised my campus crush knows even who I am." "Oh? I'm your campus crush?" He smirked.

Now it was your turn to blush a bit. Damn, caught red-handed.

"Well yeah. I've seen you all over with Mingi or when you are trying to study in the library. Guess you could say I've always been curious."

Yunho's ego soared. He didn't come here to get lucky, but he was. He felt as if he had one the lottery.

"There's something else I've been curious about," he admitted.

Your upper body had turned towards him. The moonlight shining from the window made your eyes sparkle. It was as if you had the whole universe in your eyes. Your head was tilted slightly, a habit Yunho was quickly learning about you and equally adored.

One hand remained at a respectful spot in the space between the two of you. Yet, his right hand reached across to cup your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek affectionately as your eyes widened slightly. Yet, your body felt relaxed underneath his touch.

He never wanted to take things too far, but a little kiss never hurts, right?

"Is it okay if I kiss you, y/n?" He whispered.

Your name coming from his lips sent butterflies in your stomach. "Yes," you whispered back.

He offered another gentle smile before he leaned in to press his lips against yours. His lips felt soft and gentle as he didn't want to pressure you to kiss him back. But you would be a mad person if you didn't. You matched his tempo, allowing him to lead the kiss.

Tiny electric shocks were sent throughout your body. You couldn't help but allow your arms to wrap around his neck, which gave him the green light to move his hand off the bed to your knee. His warm hand caressed your exposed skin.

"I like the feeling of your hands on me," you murmured against his lips.

Fuck, Yunho, you're in trouble. Your statement made his brain all fuzzy. Yet, he didn't want to get too ahead of himself. He was almost positive you meant innocence in your statement.

His hand moved from your knee to your hip where he lifted you with ease. You gasped softly, pulling back from the kiss. You never expected him to be so strong! Your mouth was slightly open as you were positioned on his lap.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Yunho said. "Did I move too fast?"

You turned towards him and shock your head. Your heartbeat was felt throughout your whole body. If it was anyone else, you might have gone running out the door by how overwhelmingly intense the moment felt. With Yunho? All you wanted was to stay.

"No, this is perfect," you confessed. Your one hand stayed wrapped around his neck, your fingers running through your hair. "Is this okay? I mean, I've never done anything like this before. I don't just kiss cute boys who I barely now."

Yunho couldn't help but smile softly at your sentiment. You were too sweet. "Well, maybe we can become more than strangers?" His hand caressed your side affectionately, easing any nerves left in your body.

"I'd like that," you whispered.

You were about to go in to kiss Yunho again when the bedroom door busted open. You gasped as Yunho gently moved you off, shielding your body. The people who busted in just gasped before quickly closing the door behind them, muttering apologizes.

Way to kill the mood.

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That was three weeks ago. Yunho and you kept in good contact, especially now that Mingi prided himself in bringing two of his favorite people together. Even though you and Yunho were as far from being a couple as anything else. If anything, you two were beginning to deepen your friendship.

Yunho now had a reliable person to study, with who would keep him accountable for actually getting work done. And you had someone who made life fell less lonely.

And it was a bonus that each study session ended with a makeout session at your apartment. It was almost a ritual between the two of you. At the end of the night, Yunho would make sure you had eaten before walking him. You would then offer to come in for some water or coffee, depending on what else he had going on in the evening. Which were ultimately excuses to go to your bedroom.

Never before had you felt so safe with someone. Yunho looked after you, which honestly blew you away considering how new the friendship was. Yet, for Yunho, taking care of you was a duty. Even if you weren't official, he always wanted to make sure you knew someone was looking out for you.

That was as evident as ever when you two were behind closed doors. Light kisses led to light touches. His hands often wondered to your lower back, maybe underneath your shirt to cup your bra-covered breasts. Your hands would fall on his chest, sometimes down his abs towards where his belt was. Kisses on your lips led to neck kisses then to hickies which your roommates teased you relentlessly about.

Nothing more though. You had told Yunho that you were always anxious when it came to sex. You didn't want to jeopardize everything you worked for. And Yunho always respected that, especially since he was waiting for the right person. He didn't want to regret something so meaningful. And you respected that too.

Yet, you couldn't ignore your own urges anymore. There was something powerful between the two of you. You just weren't sure how to tell Yunho how you were feeling without scaring him off.

The past three weeks have been the time of your life. He made you feel warm and fuzzy, as if you were the main character in a Nicholas Spark's novel. And Yunho felt like he was on Cloud 9 with you. He never wanted to lose that feeling.

Buzz buzz

You were currently in the kitchen of your college apartment, slicing up an apple and peanut butter. A favorite study time snack of yours. Your eyes warned over to see Yunho's name flash on your phone which instantly brought a smile on your face.

"Oh! Y/n must be talking to Yunho," your roommate teased.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the smile growing on your lips. Yeah, you were down bad for him.

"Hey pretty girl, what are you up to today?" "Not studying! I got everything done." "So you have time for me?"

Your smile grew wider at his text. You literally felt your heart flutter.

"Maybe.. is it worth it though?" "Oh darling, don't you worry. I'm going to make sure you feel on top of the world." "Where are we going?" "My place? 7pm?"

You glanced at the time at the top left corner of your phone. 5:41pm. Not much time to get ready.

"Anything I should bring over?" "Just yourself. It is all I need."

Lord have mercy.

Your snack was long forgotten as you ran up the stairs. The excitement about seeing Yunho, being alone with him drove you in ways academic achievement and goals accomplished never could.

You wear wearing a loose sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. Nothing too suggestive but also easy to remove. You never wanted to go in assuming any situation, but you couldn't help but be hopeful. Your roommates also noticed your change of perspective since Yunho came into your life. They liked seeing this side of you - the side where you were allowing yourself to enjoy life rather than focus on work and outcomes.

"Make sure you say hi to Yunho for us," your one roommate teased as you rushed to grab your wallet and keys. "Should we expect you tonight or tomorrow afternoon?"

Your cheeks were a bit red, not from embarrassment. There was not one ounce that was ashamed to be so scandalous with Yunho. Maybe it was because it was your little secret, the part of your that you were allowing to flourish for the first time, that was being exposed. While you weren't sure if you and Yunho would be anything more than friends, you were safe to say you were no longer strangers.

"I'll just text you guys when I'm heading home," you laughed, trying to ease your own nerves. Yet, you felt all the butterflies in your stomach which mad you jittery.

"Oh, no need. We have your location, y/n." "Creeps," you huffed. "Or just care about your well-being! But we also know Yunho will take care of that part."

I need to get out of here. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was 6:47pm. Yunho was just a 5 minute walk away from your apartment, so you were in no rush but any excuse to get to Yunho quickly.

"Hey, I'm heading over now :)" you texted him. "Can't wait to be with you."

You waved goodbye to your roommates who sounded off in encouraging cheers. You shook your head playfully before walking out the door to Yunho's apartment. With each step, your heartbeat is faster and louder. He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn't even know how to tell him.

"Hi pretty girl," Yunho said, answering the door. His height always left you breathless. You knew you were down bad when his height is something you adore. He was dressed in a grey sweatshirt with a yellow smiley face in the middle and black sweatpants.

Gently, he stepped out of the way to allow you to enter. You smiled appreciatively before walking in and slipped off your shoes. Mingi was in the kitchen, wiping down the countertop after dinner assumedly.

"Hey y/n. I'm about to head out!" He exchanged a look with Yunho, but you were too hyper-focused on Yunho's hand on your lower back. You could basically turn into Jell-o. "I'll see you around," he snickered.

"Bye Mingi," Yunho muttered. His demeanor softened when he turned towards you though, offering that gentle smile that makes you want to do anything he says. "Wanna go up to my room?"

You nodded before taking the lead. You've been all too familiar with the staircase that led up to Yunho's bedroom. Each time you walked in front of him, Yunho struggled. He surely had the best view in the world but wanted to do his absolute best to remain respectful.

Once you arrived in his room, you were a bit taken back. This wasn't the usual setup. You were much accustomed to the floor lamp being on, his laptop ready for a movie.

Tonight, the no lights were on. Instead, he had lit a few candles that were new additions to the top of his dresser. It created a glow in the room that was warm and welcoming. It also had a smell of vanilla and cashmere, two of your favorite scents. He was a good listener. Soft, sensual music was playing in the background from the speaker by his desk.

You stepped into the room but didn't go to the bed this time. You turned towards him, keeping a bit of distance but yearning to be close to him.

"What's all this for, Yunho?"

He loved the way his name sounded from your lips. It sent shivers down his spine. He smiled gently before taking a step closer, closing the door behind him. Once again, he didn't lock it right away. Yunho was the exception in a world of boys where he was a gentleman. He always offered you an out, always a way to leave if you so choose. Yunho never placed expectations on you. He followed your lead.

"Y/n," he began. One of his hands gently reached out for yours, fingers gently wrapping around your own but not quite holding it just yet. It was endearing. "You mean so much to me. I mean, I've always been mesmerized by you, but I never knew someone could have such a large impact until you came into my life. I've never wanted to open up to someone the way I open up to you."

Your eyes widened slightly, stepping even a bit closer to Yunho. Your mind was jumping to conclusions but you did everything to stay calm.

"There is just something special between us, angel," he whispered. His hand fully slipped into yours as the other gently moved to hold your hip, keeping you close. His touch was gentle yet firm, almost as if he was begging you to say but also allowing you to move if you desired. "You complete me in ways I never imagined. Both emotionally and mentally, and our physical connection is something I'd like to explore more."

Oh my god.

"I understand if maybe that's something you never wanted with me but-" "But just kiss me. Please."

His eyes now widened this time. You were biting your lip gently as you gazed up at him with your big doe eyes.

Come on, Yunho. Get it together.

No longer hesitating, he leaned in fully to press his lips against yours. His hand squeezed your hip affectionately. Unlike the other times he's kissed you, this was more passion. He had a certain level of assertiveness that made you melt. Your hands moved from holding his to resting on his chest and the other on his arm.

With ease, Yunho picked you up which caused you squeal. He pulled back from the kiss to look up at you. You noticed this time his gaze was a bit more seductive which made you feel all tingly.

"Oh darling, I'll get you squealing for another reason soon enough," he promised you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist. You knew he'd never let you fall, so your action was more to lure him in closer. His hands moved to hold your ass, giving a playful squeeze which indeed sent your squealing again. Even though the sensations were newer to you, it felt so good when it was Yunho touching you.

Gently, Yunho tossed you on his bed. Your sweatshirt moved a bit to expose your midriff. Your hair was sprawled out on his comforter. And with the glow from the candles, Yunho swore you looked angelic.

"You can say no at anytime, darling," he promised you. His voice was in a soft tone but firm. This was serious for him which made your heart swell.

"I trust you. This is new for me too, but I want to experience it with you."

At first, he remained standing at the foot of his bed. Just enough so he could slip his own sweatshirt over his head. You couldn't help but stare at his exposed chest. He was built so beautifully.

Yunho noticed which caused him to smirk. Not wanting to be apart from you any longer, his hands gently then moved to your exposed skin. "What do you crave first, darling? I want to make sure you're all wet for me."

His words caused your cheeks to warm up tremendously. Your brain was all fuzzy just coming to realize this was actually happening. You were about to have sex with Yunho, your campus crush. This felt just too good yet nothing extraordinary has happened yet.

"Could you eat me out? I've always wanted to know what it feels like," you confessed. "Your wish is my command, princess."

His hands moved from your hips to the waistband of your leggings. He glanced up at you once more to make sure you were comfortable and okay with proceeding. You couldn't help but giggle before running your hand through his hair comfortingly, giving him the nod he needed.

"So gorgeous, y/n, baby," he murmured. His lips kissed the exposed skin of your tummy before both of his hands began to move your legging dow your legs. "You look amazing in these leggings, but I'm so honored to be the one to take them off of you." His eyes then noticed the pink lace panties that you were wearing underneath. A tiny bow was in the front which made his mouth water.

You shivered as his hands gently began to tug off your panties. It was a bit chilly in the room for which Yunho smiled apologetically.

"I'll warm you up in no time, darling." "I have no doubt, baby. I know you always look out for me." "Always," Yunho vowed.

With your leggings and panties on the floor, Yunho crotched in front of you. His hands rested on your knees gently, thumbs caressing the outer part. He was a bit surprised how you opened them almost automatically for him, but he was overjoyed to know you wanted this just as much as him.

His cock twitched at the sight of how wet you already were, a slight glisten already noticeable. "My baby girl needs me, hmm?"

"I like when you speak to me like that," you confessed, letting out a shaky breath.

Yunho moved your one leg over his shoulder as the other rested on your thigh. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable. "What? You like knowing that I want you all to myself? That I want to be selfish?"

You were propped up on your elbows, gazing down at him. Your teeth were sunk into your lower lip in anticipation. All you could bring yourself was to nod in confirmation.

"Well, y/n, sweet girl. You are mine. You've been mine since the party, so don't doubt it again."

His tongue then licked a long strip along your pussy up to your clit. You let out a loud gasp, head tilting back. His hot breath hit your pussy causing you to shiver and spread your legs a bit wider, offering yourself completely to him. He hummed in satisfaction before letting the tip of his tongue circle your clit.

Your back arched slightly off his comforter. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let yourself immerse fully into the pleasure.

He loved the taste of you. So sweet. His tongue ventured up and down your pussy before sticking into your tight hole. You let out a soft moan. It was music to his ears, knowing that he was capable of making you feel so good.

His cock was hardening by the sounds you were making. Twitching and began for attention. Soon though, he would get the relief he's always fantasized about.

You were his main priority though. He wanted this to be just as special, as meaningful for you as it was for him.

He pulled back which made your head snap down. Yunho couldn't help the small pout that formed on your lips. "Don't worry, darlin'. I'm not going anywhere." His lips began to press kisses into your thighs as his one hand left your knee to gently trace along your pussy.

"Is it okay if I finger you, angel? Just want to make sure you're stretched out for me. Don't want to hurt you."

His speech was a bit slurred, almost as if he was drunk off the taste of you.

"Please. I want to feel all of you, want to feel of this for the first time with you."

Yunho leaned down to kiss your thighs. He moved his kisses towards your clit. He could imagine the feeling might be a bit uncomfortable for you at first, so he wanted to help ease you a bit.

When his lips met your clit, he kissed it delicately before wrapping his lips around it. He began sucking on it which had you moaning sweetly. He couldn't help but smile before sliding one finger into you. His eyes looked up at you to see your mouth slightly open. Yet, your body remained relaxed on his bed.

He moved his finger in and out of your pussy slowly. He let out a groan at the feeling of how warm, how wet you were. You just felt so inviting it sent him into a frenzy. He craved more that he was struggling to hold himself back but he knew all good things come with time. His cock was straining against his pants painfully.

"I'm going to add another, sweetheart, okay?" He murmured against you. The vibration of his voice against your pussy caused you to whimper out in euphoria as you still nodded your head.

"Can I hold your hand, baby?" you begged softly.

Instantly, his free hand left your thigh to rest against the comforter for you to hold. He didn't need to be told twice. Whether it was for reassurance or to feel close to him, he would do anything for you.

Slowly, he slipped another finger into you. This time, at the feeling of how full you were, your body tensed a bit. Yet, Yunho kept his fingers still inside of you. He didn't want to rush in as he kept his gaze on you. Feeling your fingers slip into his hand, he squeezed your hand reassuringly. And this time, you squeezed back. "Keep going. Please."

His fingers moved slowly. He couldn't help but stifle the moan from his lips as he wanted to suck on your clit a bit harder, to make sure you were still feeling good. When you started moaning again, he began to curl his fingers gently into your g-spot. That made you moan louder than before, an encouragement for Yunho to proceed.

He then began to spread his two fingers apart, stretching you out properly. Your eyes widened, your breathing becoming shaky and shallow.

"Speak to me, baby girl. How does this feel?" "S-so good, baby." "Tell me what you need." "You. Please." "How do you want me? You've already got me. Right here, angel." "I want you to fuck me."

His fingers stilled inside of you as he pulled back from your clit. He looked up at you as he knew there was no going back. He knew he wanted to continue, but he just wanted to make sure you weren't too caught up in the moment. He didn't want you regret such a vulnerable moment with him.

"Are you positive?" He asked in a gentle voice. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Slowly, his fingers slipped out of your pussy. You whimpered at the lose of contact but quickly moaned when you saw his fingers enter his mouth. He sucked on them gently, humming against his digits. You've never witnessed something so attractive before. Your cheeks were flushed at the sight too.

"So delicious, angel. Thank you for letting me have a taste."

Now standing fully at the end of his bed, his hands moved to undo his belt and unzip his pants. Your eyes widened when you saw the tent in his pants. You couldn't believe he got so turned on by tasting and touching you.

Seeing the effect you had over him made you feel powerful.

Noticing you were staring, he winked at you. "You are the only one with this effect over me. Only one I ever want." His belt clinked against the floor as his pants soon joined, exposing his grey boxers. He was so hot. Does he even know that? You were going to move up to offer to jerk him off or suck him but he stopped you before your upper body could even leave his bed.

Did you do something wrong? You frowned a bit as your eyes quickly landed on his. Was he regretting going this far with you?

"Tonight is all about you, sweetheart." "But I want to make this special for you too," you frowned. "You just being here is enough to make this special. I promise."

You were a bit hesitant, wanting to be insistent on making him feel good. But with the look in his eyes the lustful gaze, you knew it was not a topic up for debate. You settled back onto his comforter as he moved to grab a condom from his bedside table.

He was a man prepared for any scenario. Whether it be one of his friends needing a condom or when a moment like this finally presented itself.

His boxers soon joined the floor. His cock instantly slapped against his abs. You noticed the veins running around the sides and the angry red tip, begging for attention. You made a mental note that you just had to suck Jeong Yunho off.

He grabbed the gold wrapper to tear it open. His right hand grabbed the base of his cock to hold it still as his left hand skillfully slipped the latex on. It just made his cock glisten, make it more appealing.

Finally, Yunho joined you on the bed. His knees rested in between your legs to keep you spread for him. His one hand rested by your head as the other cupped your cheek. You felt his forehead press against yours but not once did he look away from you.

"I mean it when I say we can stop at any point, angel. Just say the word." "Yunho, you're too sweet to me but I need you."

You needed him. God, his eyes nearly rolled at the words you spoke.

He pressed his lips to yours for a moment. Even the room felt hot and heavy, he wanted to remind you just how important you were to him. You kissed him back for a moment until you felt his tip against your pussy. He kept his gaze on you, wanting to make sure you were okay with what happened.

"You ready?" "Yeah," you breathed out.

As slow as ever, Yunho pushed his tip into you. You bit you lip as you kept your eyes trained on him. It felt familiar, just like when his fingers entered you. You nodded slowly before he began to push more of himself into your pussy. His head nearly rolling back at the feeling of how warm and tight you were around him. "Fuck," he breathed out.

The sound of you letting out another whimper caused him to snap back to reality. He frowned when he noticed the tears in your eyes.

"Oh angel," he whispered. He didn't dare move another inch. This wasn't about his pleasure, this was about you. "What's wrong?" "It's just a lot," you confessed. Salty tears began to leave your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. "Do you want me to stop?" "No, no," you begged. "I just need a moment."

Yunho nodded understandingly. He began to press soft kisses along your cheeks, your nose - anything to distract you from the pressure and temporary pain. He wanted to kiss you fully but he noticed you were breathing in deeply, trying to collect yourself and he didn't want to be inconsiderate.

"Take your time," he whispered. His hand moved to wipe your tears. "I go when you say go. I stop when you say stop." You took in another deep breath, really being able to feel how deep he was as your puss instinctively gripped his cock. He bit his lip to not moan, not wanting to do something that pressured you to say go.

However, in the few seconds of regulating your breathing, the pain began to feel like pleasure. It felt good. It was an odd feeling for sure, but one you wanted to continue with.

"Yunho?" you called out gently.

He pulled back so he could look into your eyes. His lips were curled up into that signature soft smile.

"Keep going. Please."

His eyes were trained on yours, almost as if he was looking for any hesitation. Yet, when he didn't see any, he nodded his head gently.

Before continuing to slip himself into you, he offered his hand for you to hold again. He really was a gentleman. Your fingers instantly slipped into his and you gave him a reassuring squeeze. That's all Yunho needed to continue slipping into your pussy.

Your breathing hitched again, but you remembered to breathe through it. And while it was a bit uncomfortable, it wasn't as bad as when you two started. You moaned when he eventually filled you completely.

"You okay, darling?"

He kept still but you could feel all of him inside of you. You felt so close, so vulnerable with him. It was overwhelming in the best sense.

"Never been better," you breathed out.

Satisfied, he began to retreat his hips before thrusting into you. Your head rolled back against his pillows and he rolled his head back at the feeling. "God damn," he breathed out. "You feel so good, angel. All for me."

His thrusts were slow at first, at an even pace. He was treating you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world, something that needed to be fiercely looked after. And while you might have enjoyed the sentiment, you just needed him.

"Baby, go faster, please." "Fuck, are you sure? If you say yes, I might not be able to hold myself back anymore." "Let loose, baby boy." That's all he needed to hear. His hand planted firmly on the space by your head, his other hand still holding yours. However, his thrusts became quicker, became deeper. It was as if something primal took over him.

Your moans were louder as you felt all of him entirely with each threat. He was so big, so thick. He filled you up just so heavenly, in ways you couldn't describe besides perfection.

"That's it," you whined out. "Right there, baby." "God, I could die a happy man this way."

You couldn't help but giggle as you moved your free hand to rest on his shoulder. Your fingernails dug slightly into his skin which seemed to send him pounding deeper into you.

The sound of wet skin slapping made him nearly delirious. He never imagined this would be happening especially not with you. Yunho truly won the jackpot. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your cheeks a light pink color. Your lips were slightly parted as you moaned without any control.

"You're so gorgeous, y/n."

Your walls began to tighten around him, a fire-like feeling taking over your stomach. His jaw was clenched, almost as if he was concentrating. You were a bit curious but began to notice the veins protruding out of his forearms from how hard he was thrusting.

You began to put the dots together.

"Are you close, baby?" "So fucking close," he huffed out. "Are you?"

His eyes were practically glued on you. All to make sure you felt on top of the world. He loved knowing that you two were sharing this experience together. The grip you had on his shoulder further encouraged him to give you everything he had.

No room to hesitate or overthink. "Yeah," you whimpered.

Sweat was beginning to coat his skin. You early drooled at the sight of how delicious he looked. How did you get so lucky?

"Let go, y/n, baby. I'm right there with you."

With one particularly hard thrust, you lost it. You felt like you were being sent into another dimension but the intensity of your orgasm. Nothing could have prepared you for the feeling as you truly believed you saw stars. Your legs shook slightly as Yunho groaned loudly, spurting his hot cum into the condom.

The heavy breathing from the two of you filled the room. The world outside of his bedroom seemed so far away as you felt so consumed by Jeong Yunho. You wouldn't want it any other way.

His cock started to soften inside of you but you two couldn’t bring yourselves to move. Your arms moved to wrap around him softly as he laid gently on you, keeping you close.

There was no other place you wanted to be. I guess sometimes you do need to take a risk and do something that might seem like it is off-limits.

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sage-lights · 1 month

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today's been a hard day scrolling through smoshblr, and i need to ask y'all honestly how to navigate it all. i'm gonna bullet point my thoughts.

dani saying that she was not valued at her most recent job (which is smosh because her linkedin says she left march 2024) because her mentors/superiors were eager to help her grow until her growth became a threat. so she faced an unpleasant and unsupportive work environment at smosh, a common phenomenon faced by plenty of black women and other woc in entertainment and in LA (source here)

kimmy announced she officially isn't a part of smosh anymore. didn't want to "spill tea" (which dani didn't intend to either, they just both want to be transparent about career changes). kimmy is also a woc who moved from cast to crew, despite still expressing that she wanted to be on camera. curious, huh?

today's smosh games video with noah and olivia. noah has been talked about quite a bit on smoshblr already for his zionist views. (source here)

learned olivia posted a pro-israel story back in oct, but i read the replies on the post and it says that she also has posted about a ceasefire in gaza, but i haven't seen screenshots of it yet (not saying that it's like "pics or it didn't happen" though). reading through the replies say that tommy and amanda (oof, this one hurts) also posted similar things on oct 7. hoping they've educated themselves and understand why we need to continue calling for a ceasefire and supporting palestine to end the genocide in gaza. (source here)

olivia parked in a handicap spot and claimed she didn't know? i didn't watch the who meme'd it when it was uploaded, but it caused many fans to be upset at olivia for it. (source here)

damien, angela, and mallory are the only three i've seen say anything in support of palestine. damien said talked about it on twitch, angela tweeted about it, and mallory posted stories about aaron bushnell. (if anyone has the screenshots/sources, please leave them in the replies!)

i need to clearly state that i don't mean to bring any of this up as a way to bash smosh. as this blog will tell you, i'm a huge fan and have been for almost a decade. but with every passing day, it honestly becomes harder and harder to stay a fan. yet, it's equally as hard to let go of something that has provided me so much comfort (and probably saved me many times over).

where do we as a community go from here? guess i'm just feeling a little lost right now.

again, none of this is meant to be hateful towards anyone. especially because we don't know who they are in their real lives. we only see their public personas.

and to anyone who is confused as to why we as fans should hold smosh accountable for these instances, they are a company with a massive following. they have influence and the things they say and bring attention to reached millions of people. but beyond that, there are people involved. people getting the short end of the stick, getting hurt, for the benefit of a few.

i hope this all made sense. and wow, it's a long ass post. as always, i really appreciate the other blogs on here for being willing to talk about these things. it makes me feel much less alone in my confusion.

please keep all discussions peaceful. absolutely no hate towards anyone will be tolerated.

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desifleabag · 14 days

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Hello beautiful people out here!

I am Deepali. I am from Pune, Maharashtra. I am 21 years old (shaadi ki umar)

Desi fleabag? Because I relate the most with that specific character. Horny, messy, vulnerable, and crazy all the time but also considerate, expressive, and kind. I am a desi version of her.

🎀What I like? I like to dance, sing, journal, write poems and stories, and doom scroll all the time

📍Professional side of me

I did my bachelor's in philosophy. I have been working in an organization for quite a long time. I am a content writer. I am a writer/poet. I am an open mic performer. I have performed at esteemed platforms like tapeatale, poemsindia, kommune, and many more. I am a psychology and sociology student too. I am a co-facilitator and youth lead in different schools through my organization. I have worked on poetry anthology books.

The most important part of my life is being a poet or a writer. It's been a decade since I started writing, and professionally, it's been two years. My poetry and stories revolve around different and unique topics like mental health, family dynamics, feminism, societal norms and culture, romance, life intricacies, friendship, etc. I love being a poet and telling people stories about me and the world because I believe poetry is everywhere. I have a blog called Sip and Sofa Stories where I share the most wholesome blogs and fun-to-read stories.

Not much of a reader, but I like reading poetry by Sylvia Plath and more female writers.

💌 Movies and songs? I am a die-hard fan of Bollywood. I listen to 2000s Bollywood and retro songs. No one can challenge me the way I vibe on these songs and dance. My childhood is memorable because of Sunidhi Chauhan, Lata Mangeshkar, Kishore Kumar, RD Burman, Asha Bhosle, Sonu Nigam, Shaan, Arijit Singh, and many more artists. I also listen to Kpop, pop, indie type of music on days when I am dissociating at the fullest. Hold my clutcher, I am a Swiftie and Lana Del Rey fan too, bitch.

I love Bollywood movies, and I am yet to discover more Western movies. I have a bunch of comfort movies like Ye Jawani Hai Dewaani, Piku, Om Shaanti Om, etc.

🪕 My aesthetic type? A combination of Geet and Piku and a little bit of Poo vibe sometimes. But I love desi clothes. Kurti, jhumkas, bindi, bangles, oh god I love being a woman.

Interesting facts about me :

🌸I have three tattoos on my body (Crescent moon, "you're on your own kid" title, "grateful"). I love getting tattoos!!

🥃Loneliness who? I go to bars, cafes, and parks alone because why not. I fear no god.

💛I never was in a relationship, just some hardcore crushes who crushed my soul.

❤️‍🩹I have been in therapy for almost three years and on and off on meds. GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) gang assemble!

😶‍🌫️I love and hate spending time on LinkedIn. Girl boss era.

💬I write poetry about my crushes and defame my ex-friends. They know it very well! Lol.

I am a hopeless romantic and a professional delusional person. I will cook the best scenarios in my head and write about them. I romanticize life on another level though there are 156 rupees in my bank account by going to aesthetic cafes.

:¨ ·.· ¨:

`· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝛢𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝘰'𝑠 𝑔𝘰𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝘵ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝘰𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠,𝑊ℎ𝘰'𝑠 𝑔𝘰𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝘵ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝘵𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠? ⊹ ‧₊˚

🖇To connect with me

𖹭 kavitavali.deepali to read my poems and stories on instagram

𖹭 sip and sofa stories blog. I write monthly blogs

Thankyou for reading my long ass introduction! Flying kiss tumhai💋

#a much awaited intro mera!#bohot mehnat lagi bc #hellowww!#desi dark academia #desiblr #desi #desi shit posting #desi academia #light academia #dear diary #poems #poetries #short essay #spilled poetry

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sybilius · 9 months

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Old Internet Fridays: About

I've been turning over starting a weekly post in the same vein as @girlfriendsofthegalaxy's "tuesday again no problem". Internet connectivity and old internet archiving and browsing has been a hot topic for a while now, and I've been trying to form new habits to help keep up the internet I want to see. Here are the rules of the game (subject to ongoing updates):

On the Finding:

I cannot find the post through scrolling on any social media. No tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, etc.

Encouraged methods for discovery (list to be expanded on):

Directories or archives

Wikipedia citations lists

Email lists

Municipal Websites

E-publications that are mildly obscure

4. Discouraged methods that are still allowed:

DuckDuckGo or other search engines

Direct recommendations from a friend (the idea is to help me develop muscles to not just scroll the same 6 websites, as much as I love friend recs and you are encouraged to send them to me! Recs for any of the encouraged sources are highly appreciated though!)

Newspaper publications that are not obscure

On the Websites:

It must be unmarketable. Not sure how to define this but I know it when I see it.

It is encouraged to exist only on the internet.

Records of non-internet existing content are allowed, though discouraged.

I must check internet archive for the most recent save of the site.

It will be something I like :)

#old internet fridays #about

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nice-bright-colors · 6 months

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Quick Scroll

Tonight I went through my LinkedIn contacts to find that one person has worked on the set of Chicago Fire for the last seven years. Another person has been a set director for The Bear for the first two seasons.

Other people have worked their way through the various big names of all 5-7 major architectural firms in Chicago. Still others were finalists in the WTC projects. While others have developed, built and sold high end residential units, and others have become heads of building departments.

I guess I feel lucky to have landed a personal business that has lasted 3 years. Others have and haven’t been so lucky. What I really mean is, where I’ve come from - this really was never an opportunity.

I’ll ride the wave where it takes me.

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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Note: this chapter was added as part of a major edit/extension of this fic which is why it's being posted now and out of order.

Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 7 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates) Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

You and Klaus are plotting. Five is suspicious.

False accusations below. Proceed at your own risk

Chapter 7: Dirty Little Secrets

The next few days are marked by whispered conferences with Klaus quickly stifled when someone else walks into the room.

You know it’s been noticed by all the other Umbrellas, but you don’t care. Sneaking off to do research with Klaus while they plan their heist is undeniably fun. It’s childish, but you can’t help but snigger behind your hands at them, tooling themselves up to go in all guns blazing when you both know a better solution would be there waiting for them online if only they thought to check.

It’s exciting. It’s nice to feel that you can still have secrets- that there’s an aspect of your life outside work that Five doesn’t have complete access to. If he doesn’t trust you with information, why should you trust him?

You’re not really angry with the rest of them, but you can’t help but notice that they’ve not really objected to Five’s treatment of you. Though the siblings bicker and would deny this until the end of time, all of them are too easily influenced by a domineering personality like Five’s.

To be fair to him, he hasn’t been unkind since that night. He’s been cagey and preoccupied but still affectionate. Furthermore, after that first family meeting, he hasn’t made a habit of neglecting Santi in favor of these plans. You’re sharing his care fairly amicably, both making time to play with him, help him with his homework and cook for him in spite of your separate schemes.

You’ve fallen back into the state of uneasy peace that fell after the ‘Übermensch’ conversation. It’s fragile and could shatter at any moment, but it’s held regardless. On your side at least, the resentment has simmered away, coagulating into something thick, heavy and potent.

It’s evening. You’re holed up in Klaus’s old bedroom, listening to the radio and making notes. He sits at one end of the bed and you at the other, another crate of beers on the floor.

You don’t want to put all your eggs in one basket, so while Klaus stalks Klein online, you’re doing some more preliminary work: making lists of other possible candidates to get the information from.

Celine Gregory is a woman who, up until last year, was employed by JUICED’s Investor Relations division. Since leaving under a cloud, she seems to have made it her life’s mission to roast the entire corporation on every online platform she can.

Her entire social media presence seems devoted to slightly unhinged screeds about everything from JUICED’s hiring practices to their lack of ergonomic office furniture. You think she has potential as an ally, but Klaus has his doubts. While it’s obvious she’d leap at the opportunity to bring JUICED down for giving kids cancer, she’s probably burned too many bridges with her old colleagues to give her a chance of accessing the information.

You have to admit he has a point, but you note her down in your notepad anyway.

“Klein definitely wants the whole world to know he’s het,” murmurs Klaus, scrolling through his social media, “lots of pictures of girlfriends. Oh- we’ve changed again. This one’s called Greta.”

“Is he single right now?”

“Mm-hm. I would guess he’s between girlfriends, yes.”

You lean over, abandoning your own screen for a while to look at his. As if Klein’s presence on LinkedIn was illustrative enough, his instagram confirmed the impression. It had a whiff of old co-worker Charlie about it- the asshole whose nose Five broke last year. He’s a very distinct type and you’d know it anywhere.

Forgetting Celine, you angle Klaus’s machine towards yourself and scroll down a few posts.

“...I think I should honeytrap him.”

Klaus makes a skeptical noise, covering his discomfort with humor.

“I don’t know: I’m getting vibes. He seems too straight. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. I think I should do it. I’d be forbidden fruit.”

You laugh along with him.

“Of course you want to be some asshole businessman's dirty little secret.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” he says, still laughing, “And you can’t exactly talk: you were an asshole old man’s dirty little secret, and I bet you loved that, didn’t you, you naughty girl?”

You laugh more fully. Klaus is often unnerving in his perceptiveness, having struck on the dynamic with alarming accuracy.

When your amusement dies down, Klaus looks at you with as serious an expression as he can manage.

“Seriously, why put yourself at risk when I could just corner him in a dark alley, conjure some ghosties and have his grandma persuade him for us? Why complicate it?”

You look back down at Klein’s face on his latest post. He’s wearing sunglasses and looking out over the Hudson as if contemplating life, the universe and everything.

“I honestly don’t think that would work on him.”

A pause in which you both look down at the screen. You lean your head against the wall beside Klaus’s. Gradually, you can feel him watching you, looking up at you with his head inclined towards yours.

“How are things with old man Fünfenheimer, anyway?”

You make a non-committal noise.

“That good, eh?”

He takes a swig of his beer and laughs in anticipation of his next joke:

“Don’t sweat it: just get him a few of the little blue pills and you’ll be right back to your once-a-week socks-on missionary.”

You roll your eyes and Klaus continues:

“Is he still being an asshole?”

“Same old, same old,” you mutter, resentfully, “still treating me like a child.”

Klaus nods slowly. You can sense the battle of loyalties going on in his mind.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he says, quietly, “he’s a giant dickhead but, in Cinco’s defense, this is all new to him. For most of his life, he could put his woman away in a duffel bag if he needed to.”

You shake your head. As if that would justify him?

“But I get it,” Klaus continues, “Someone’s always got to be the liability in this family and it sucks. First it was Viktor but now it’s me and you, apparently. It’s always: ‘Oh, Klaus, you be lookout’ or, ‘who cares what Klaus has to say- it’s just Klaus, right?’”

He discards his beer bottle and passes you a new one as he serves himself. He takes a long swig before continuing.

“Five acts like he’s immune to it; like Dad’s bullshit skipped him somehow, but his head is jammed just as far up his own ass as Luther’s ever was.”

“Everything’s an uphill battle with him.”

“Because he’s an emotional idiot, babe.” Klaus says, as if this is obvious, “he’s more fucked up than the rest of us in that way.”

Silence falls for a couple of minutes as you drink your beers companionably.

“You’re not immune to it either,” you say, quietly.

Klaus looks at you, waiting.

“Just now-” you explain, “you leapt in when we were talking about Klein and you said you’d persuade him.”

“Only because I got an inbuilt persuasion technique,” Klaus says, with slight, whiny defensiveness.

“No Klaus: listen, I know this guy. I know what makes him tick. I’ve networked with and schmoozed this kind of asshole before. I know what he wants, I know what buttons to press but you still thought your powers would be more persuasive than everything I know.”

Klaus watches you earnestly.

“I guess I did.”

Then, coming to a decision, he shrugs and takes another hearty sip of beer.

“So what’s the plan, mon capitan?”

You smile at him, and launch into the idea that’s been taking shape in your mind ever since you first saw Klein’s profile picture.

“Okay: I’m a capable younger woman- I’m a go-getter right at the start of my career and I’m impressed by him. I dress business sexy, I go in there and fawn over his latest bullshit on LinkedIn.”

“I’m listening,” Klaus says, smiling with amusement as you kneel up on the bed, getting carried along by your own vision.

“And I just happen to have an interest in taking JUICED down. Maybe it’s just coincidence that this amazing business guru I follow on Linkedin just happened to work there, but maybe it isn’t. Maybe I am sort of blowing smoke up his ass.”

“Hm,” Klaus says, approvingly. “Drama. Intrigue. Color me titillated.”

“But he’s gonna admire that, because it’s what he’d want to do in my situation. And once it’s all over, I’m gonna be just so grateful to him and who knows what might happen, right?”

You finish with an expressive wiggle of the eyebrows.

“You think it’ll work,” Klaus asks, interested and still amused.

“I’m almost sure it will,” you say, confidently.

“Then let’s do it!” he says, with an enthusiastic flourish.

“Yes!” you say, leaning over to hug him, triumphantly.

Klaus squeezes you back and you hug him to you fiercely, feeling your heart race with excitement.

This feels so good: his affirmation, his eagerness; it’s refreshing to feel that someone believes in you. For this moment, you’re not the girl who needed Five’s help to limp up the Academy steps after Micheal Monre’s attack; you’re not a beloved but fragile caged bird; you’re an independent woman capable of huge things.

Fuck Five. Fuck him and his inability to see that.

Neither of you hear the door open.

“Hi.”

Five’s voice comes from the doorway, where he’s been standing for the last few seconds.

“It’s nice to see you two getting along so well.”

You break apart and face Five, standing in the doorway. Klaus, deliberately ignoring the tension in Five’s attitude, holds out his arms smilingly.

“Wanna join the hug-fest, grandpa?”

“No thank you,” Five says, smiling coldly before turning to you, “I was just wondering when you were planning to go to bed.”

You look down at your computer’s clock as you subtly close all the tabs related to JUICED employees.

“It’s later than I thought,” you say, calmly, as if your entire plan couldn't have been blown out of the water a few seconds ago,“I’ll probably come now, actually. Got work in the morning.”

You close the computer, tuck it under your arm and take your final beer with you.

“See you tomorrow Klaus.”

“Bye babe,” Klaus replies.

His mischief-filled eyes meet Five’s suspicious and resentful ones. He gives him a knowing grin as he closes the door behind you both.

You didn’t speak to Five very much as you changed into your nightclothes. You could feel his eyes upon you, but you didn’t acknowledge his obvious displeasure.

Now, he stands somewhat awkwardly, still fully dressed and watching you as you prepare for bed. Eventually, he speaks.

“So, you and Klaus are getting close, I see.”

For a split second, you think he means getting close to taking down JUICED but, recovering yourself, you make a small noise in the affirmative. “Yes, I like him. He’s very-”

You search for a descriptor that toes the line between truth and cutting passive aggression.

“-open hearted.”

A small pause in which Five puts his hands in his pockets, lips thin.

“Yeah. Klaus is open to everything,” he mutters, darkly.

You don’t indulge him by giving him the enquiry this speech asks for. He waits expectantly for a couple of moments while you busy yourself at the desk. It’s now doing double duty as a dressing table since you moved in and you’re doing an unnecessary level of skincare, just to show him that he doesn’t have your full attention.

“What do you and Klaus talk about?” he says, with just-contained impatience.

“Oh, you know.” you say, absently, “Everything and anything.”

Five bristles. You can’t help but take pleasure in this, keeping information from him instead of the other way around. Unable to resist the petty victory, you push it further.

“It’s nice to just talk, you know?” you say, combing your hair in the mirror and subtly watching his face reflected there. You can see the effect your words are having on him. His lips get even thinner and his posture more restless.

“Glad to hear it,” he says, tersely.

Abruptly, he turns away and begins to remove his clothes. He tosses his head to shake his hair out of his eyes with unnecessary force; a vent for his feelings. It gives you a little twinge of satisfaction.

As he changes into his pajamas, you continue to take your time with a drawn-out pre-bedtime ritual. Soon, as he fastens the final buttons on his shirt, he blurts out: “If you pay Klaus too much attention, he’ll be all over you. Show him any affection and he’ll hang on like a goddamn limpet.”

You laugh disdainfully.

“Better than being so far up your own ass that you can’t share anything.”

“And what exactly have you been sharing with my brother?” he shoots back.

“An honest and open relationship,” you reply, with dignity.

“Are you fucking him?” he says, so quietly that you almost don’t hear him.

Your head turns in his direction so fast that you nearly injure your neck.

“I’m sorry?” you say, scandalized.

“Are you fucking my brother?” he repeats, slowly and deliberately. His eyes drill into your own, full of suspicion and angry intensity.

You feel an angry chill wash down your body. You return his piercing gaze with an icy one of your own.

“I’m going to give you one chance to take that question back, Five.”

There are a few moments of tension in which your eyes do battle. Eventually, Five shifts his gaze.

“Okay. I take it back.”

You give a humorless laugh. This disavowal doesn’t satisfy you like you thought it would.

You cross to the bed and get beneath the sheets in a deliberate manner, laying your claim. If he’s going to throw accusations like that around, then he can be the one to sleep in a spare bedroom. He’s always saying this is your home too, so maybe he ought to prove it.

Voice shaking with anger, you speak, trying to catch his still averted eyes.

“You don’t have to be fucking someone to be open with them. Just like how you feel like you don’t have to be open with me even though we’re fucking-”

“Alright. You made your point.” he interrupts, “Just forget I said that, okay?”

He sits on the edge of the bed, facing away from you. After a beat, he rubs his hands uncomfortably on his thighs.

“I didn’t- I’m sorry, I’m just stressed.”

Beneath the sheets, your fists ball tightly as he continues:

“I’m…this whole thing…I don’t like you and I being like this. I-”

You interrupt him, anger bursting its bounds again.

“Have you thought about how this would look to an outsider? It would look pretty bad, right?”

He doesn’t respond.

“A guy in his sixties dating a woman in her twenties, patronizing her, keeping things from her… isolating her by accusing her of cheating when she pays any man but him positive attention.”

You can’t see his face, but you continue, taking savage pleasure in deliberately prodding at his sore-spots.

“If I heard that story, I’d be telling that woman to leave. I’d tell her he’s a controlling, abusive, coercive old-”

There’s a pregnant pause in the wake of this speech. You don’t finish the sentence, finding no suitable epithet, but the quality of the silence tells you that it hit home regardless.

Five blinks, smarting. He can feel trembling, painful energy in his chest. If you had set out to find the worst thing you could accuse him of, you could not have been more successful.

Coercive?

It was said to get to him, he knows that. He knows you don’t fully mean it, but the implications dig into some of his darkest insecurities, threatening to open doors he thought were firmly closed in his mind.

When he speaks, his voice is shaky, higher than usual.

“That hurts.”

“Yeah…well.” you say, already regretting your overstatement of the case, “it hurts me when you act this way.”

Firmly, he turns his attention from the implications of that word. It will do no good to dwell on it. He can only hope that at least explaining part of why will do enough for you.

Now, he turns to you, eyes laden with such an appeal that your stomach squirms uncomfortably.

“I need to keep you safe,” he whispers, “I just…my life…it’s dangerous and if you got hurt then I’d-”

He breaks off, not able to finish the thought.

He never told you what happened with Micheal Monroe the first time; never told you the full truth. Perhaps he should have. Maybe then you’d understand.

Monroe shot you at point blank range: an unsurvivable injury. A single blast and you were gone, just like that. Snuffed out.

Your body was tied to an upturned chair, badly beaten. After the gunshot, you barely had anything that could be described as a face, your brain little more than mush splattered across the apartment floor. The coppery smell of organ-meat was still far too easy to recall to his nostrils.

With difficulty, he turned back time the ten seconds or so it would take to save your life, but that couldn’t stop the scene recurring in his mind.

In the days following, during your unconsciousness, he relied on drugs to stay awake, just in case you needed his abilities again. It was an eight days that, for him, blended into one, interminable, feverish period. It was worse than any of the nightmares where decimated buildings became echoing, never-ending Commission halls.

Now, his head in his hands, he lets out a long, shaky breath.

You sit up in bed and place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. One of his hands gropes its way blindly towards it and he holds on desperately, gratefully.

After a few moments, you withdraw your hand and lie down on the bed, facing away from him.

“Goodnight, Five,” you say.

“Goodnight, dear,” comes the reply.

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Idk if you've talked about this before because I haven't found it yet while scrolling through this blog.

Does jensen now completely own the characters of spn? Mainly dean sam and cas I mean? I know it was said he isn't going to change anything about the entire 15 years of the show. But if he's thinking of making other shows besides TW, something like a sequel continuing from the finale or focusing on characters beyond the winchester family , involving all the characters from spn (other than the ones on TW) he can take the them any which way he wants, as long as it doesn't contradict the original's canon?

First, he didn't say "not going to change anything". That's a rephrasing. He said the original canon will remain in tact. The very sentiment of the spinoff is recontextualizing the main piece. The content remains the same, but the additional content and context gives it entirely different meanings.

Second, kinda yes kind of no. First of all, erase from your head the idea that corporate gives a fuck about any kind of continuity or plot holiness. They barely fucking know, ESPECIALLY now that it's new ownership and hierarchy.

Jensen does not *own* these characters (the old ones; the new ones ARE his). WB and Kripke own the characters, he just has permission and license to use them. But much to the chagrin of antis, with all this corporate takeover, there's nobody even CONNECTED to WB older than Jensen at this to HAVE a goddamn opinion.

Furthermore, he already secured that licensing. Zaslav cut the red tape on creatives, and removed the 3 tier reporting structure. Creatives that have their budget and shit already don't have to Ask Permission. They do what they do. He'll call if their numbers fuck up.

So while there's a (C) on the characters, nobody really gives a fuck about what he does with those (C) characters. He can do whatever he wants with them, within a cleared property.

The idea that Nexstar is going conservative is a manufactured lie from undereducated idiots. It's, as I've been saying, a white lib syndicate at large, and internally they've installed political-left presidents, heads of TV and more (such as, the current CW president using his Linkedin to signal boost ways to end the class gap.) Most of them worked in primarily black entertainment centers that lean blue too. Dennis used to work for Ted, for example. Now Dennis runs what used to be Ted's airwaves before WB picked it for parts to begin with.

The Conservative Panic people induced--some in ignorance, some in conscious manipulation for fearmongering propaganda--really is comical since this fandom REEKS of bland white liberalism and all its fakeness. So really they're just screaming that their own politics are toxic. People don't just suddenly stop voting blue after 35. 18-49 is not the jump they're pretending. It's just telling you that grown adults here need to stop acting like teenagers, as many do around here. Because we're going into the grownup verse now. But I digress.

Jensen is clear to use these characters for a few years. And seeing as The Winchesters is making hand over fist on their digitals, running about 3x the value of other "top shows" like Walker within the app, and the advertising packages very easily compared, there's little chance anyone--WB, Nexstar, anyone--is really gonna give him a hard time.

If TW is cancelled, it will only be to re-order a new replacement who's budget is already set from jump to comply with the new payroll, depending on how their licensing arrangements work out. They mentioned based on how many watch. So like, AA may be old and above the 3 year bloat point, that's flip flop potential but there IS internal talk of whether they keep one or both AA.

TW doesn't have that issue though, and is in like ZERO risk of threat, because it would take a slackjawed idiot to EVER even TRY to imagine that they're going to ax the product running the same or better lives than everything and triple-over their top in-app performers. *especially* now that the digital and live classic ads are sold in bundle marketing, because that triple digital value basically means average them together and they're about 2x value for their ad slots above, say, Walker. Just. Infinite amounts more value. Nexstar could just decide to scale their budget up anyway.

If Nexstar proves to be TOO inflexible, which is really unlikely, then yeah. Just boot into a next series already form fitted to lower budget, like a central roadhouse setting so half of it can almost film like a sitcom. So like The Winchesters-->The Roadhouse or whatever. But that would just really be means of budget fiddling without losing integrity of a show.

There's nothing to stop Jensen from signing it again. Roth was Jensen's mentor and was called in to personally advise Zaslav in which properties to ax, keep, or focus on and promote. Minding that Roth also told him to make CM to begin with and pitched him several spinoff ideas, I'm going to let you guess what that translates to.

It's Jensen's all the way down, regardless of the little (C) icon. He can't necessarily "take team free will and run" (he could take carlos and latika and run, possibly, depending on the fine print). But also there's really absolutely 0 people in the universe that can give him shit.

It's *why* he built his property the way he did. It's *why* he hired Renee Reiff to run operations, knowing full well the power she has in the LGBTQ community and ability to strike fear in Zaslav that DC itself could turn on him. And why would they need to? Roth had it. Just let Jensen do what he do, he's got this, here's your next harry potter franchise. Everything Jensen has done has been methodical, to ensure The Winchesters had maximum financial support (4 sources if you count CM's financiers as one unit behind CM), maximum social support (renee reiff, Out Hollywood), and so on. It's only the dying breaths of antis hoping there's a fellow homophobe to block them, and they think if they dream real real hard, one's gonna pop up out of the aether, teleport back through time to the last episodes filming, and interrupt it.

And it's not gonna happen. It's like Fletch. Stop trying to make it happen, it's not gonna happen.

I know that goes a little beyond your ask, but the surrounding context really helps put in what it all *MEANS* beyond "nope."

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the-bjd-community-confess · 1 year

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I discovered something interesting. Did you guys know mocal's name isn't even M|randa? I suppose that's not the biggest secret, given that it's different on her linked in page, and her, now closed, Indiegogo campaign.

But, given that even the artists that worked with her all called her mirand@.. makes me wonder if they knew? Also - her site used to actually refer to as M|randa! But this part has been removed! Along with the "14 years of technical experience" spiel! I have screenshots, so I checked and compared.

She's listed so many "skills" from working at moc LLC on LinkedIn. One of them being "marketing strategy".. and, "design thinking"...🤭 (that's how I found out her name. I searched up Mirand@ of Ca\i LLC on linked in - as a joke, and found her that way - I didn't think I'd find anything lmao. but yea the previous job experiences match up with what she's said for the most part, mainly being - tesla)

I actually didn't know about the Indiegogo campaign before until I saw it on her linked in. And holy shitballs, if you guys think that the corporate speak is laid on thick on her text posts. Hearing her actual voice - her word choice & tone, man, now that is a thick & cakey layer of corporate speak. And the person who mentioned her having Karen energy a while back - the voice fits. In the video she even had the gall to use me€ko as an example of a master she received.. and then showed the doll she made previous to the current one as an example of finished work - the really wonky, unfinished one..🤣.

What's worse, is that she used two popular artists to endorse her. Maddybe@r and... Moonl|ght jewe/ - the same one she screwed over. In the campaign video. It felt a bit weird, looking through her info like this.. but it all truly was public. I only went to 3 pages - the linked in, her own site, and the closed Indiegogo campaign. It was like 15 minutes of scrolling. So I hope I don't come off too stalkerish.. but I wanted to share this information, as I think a lot of us don't know it, despite it being public.

Ps. Just as I was finishing typing up this post I was made aware of yet another artist coming forward for moc going radio silent, and keeping their master. No longer feel iffy about submitting this confession.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions #BJD Casting

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byreona · 11 months

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So, Tumblr is back on my phone after five (or six?) years.

The way it happened was, I stumbled upon a YouTube Short (YouTube Shorts are so 2023 and who would’ve thought that we’ll be writing it onto a Tumblr post) of a food content creator (again, very 2020-esque) saying that they will resort to LinkedIn and MySpace since YouTube is, apparently, banning them.

MySpace? I thought. That’s still a thing?

I hurriedly searched for it on the App Store, only to find that MySpace is only accessible through its website—which the UI looks like an outdated Bandcamp site.

But the App Store presented me with a chance to reinstall Tumblr again. Why not? What’s a few good megabytes eaten from my phone storage for the sake of nostalgia?

Then, here we are. I have probably spent two hours last night scrolling through my “blog” full of GIF reblogs from series I’ve seen over the years. Some are about music; whether the tracks themselves or candid portraits of the artists which I considered aesthetic at the time. I mostly played it safe and kept it cool—which is the result of trying to keep up with the cool people I follow. I’ve had a browse of their pages as well, to see how they’re doing. Most of them uploaded their last post eight years ago. Some are still quite active, with an update as recent as four months ago. Or a week ago.

To be authentic and not lie about my feelings, I did post some texts which displayed melancholia of not having a lover, or longing for one. Thinking of it now, I was way too young to feel such things. Did I really feel that way? Or did I succumb to the pressure of my peers having their own partners at the age of fourteen? Am I allowed to cringe at this? Or should I give myself grace and keep into consideration that we’ve all been there?

Despite the push and pull of emotions in me, I’m happy to say that I have grown. A whole lot. To the point that it doesn’t seem like a bad idea to keep my past posts and look at it at an angle of, well, growth and maturity. After all, so many things have happened, there is always a bigger fish to fry, and people do grow!

I’ll probably continue logging my thoughts and musings, considering that Tumblr is on the somehow quiet zone of social media. Writing is my first love, after all. Maybe I will continue with the aesthetic reblogs, or reposts of things which hit close to home. I’ll have to think of my way around this site again.

Given all that, I guess I just wanted to say that it’s good to be back.

#YouTube #YouTube Shorts #MySpace #Tumblr #brain dump #growth #social media

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bloemenfleur · 1 year

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Intuitive

A moment passed by…

29 April 2023, in regards to 28 April 2023.

I don’t exactly know how to put it in words, but it was a pretty chaotic day, I might say. I’m currently in block 2 of my study, having the busiest one so far. I supposed to have a trip right now, but…

I still remember the day I purchased the trip ticket. It was during the week of ToM exam preparation, around March 20-something. I thought I needed to loose a bit since I was too intense in the first block, thus I planned the trip just in case, also it seems like the ticket was cheaper before it increased (yet it turned out the price stayed the same up until around two weeks before departure?). So counting the days to departure began…

First block passed. The ToM exam passed (not).

Entered block two like a flash (literally, we had no week off).

I took three courses, contrary to two only, because of the minimum credit required for an internship. This is the ‘mistake’ happened. I should’ve known that it would be hectic hectic, as the first block alone with lesser credit was already quite demanding. One week in, two weeks, three weeks… I was rattling, trying to catch up with all the materials, while at the same time preparing my stuff for internship - CV, workshops, applying jobs, scrolling through LinkedIn… it is a mess. And approaching the day of the trip…

Here came 27 April. The long vacation in the Netherlands began with King’s Day, the birthday of the Dutch royal family’s King. I was in, of course, not going miss anything from the events. All in, with all-orange merchandise and outfit. With a couple of friend hanging around a city district in Amsterdam. The thing is, we kind of grew tired at the afternoon and split up afterwards, around 4 pm. I should’ve taken the clue to go home too, but a part of me somehow still wanted to wander around for the celebration day since I looked cool. Alright, a friend and I kept walking toward anywhere as we didn’t actually know what where we were actually walking to. We ended up going to a cafe, took some more pictures, and in the end ate some chickens in a Korean restaurant I never went to before. After that we really split up for real and I went home, saying I should’ve really prepared for tomorrow’s trip (which is today’s mess, basically). Ended up fixing my laptop (again and again, my laptop was having breakdowns and this would create a whole new story) and waited for Isha prayer before sleeping because I thought of doing the luggage stuff in the morning - that was around 11.15 pm. I still remember what I felt in the evening after getting home: I’m tired, I shouldn’t have bought that trip, I don’t deserve trips anyway… at least not before this block’s exams, I haven’t been the best in this block, I feel guilty to go on vacation when I suppose to catch up to all the materials I’ve been missing these four weeks… Can I get a refund if I decide not to go? I just want to go to the library the next morning, ugh… and so on and so forth. In short; I actually don’t want to go.

But I still woke up early the next morning to prepare myself, because to settle the internal battle in me I decided still to go, but after this trip I wouldn’t have any breaks anymore until this block is over. I planned to go at 9.30 as it felt safe, yet I passed the time a bit, but it’s okay, I still can catch it, just with a bit of a rush of running. Yet, the metro I was riding on stopped for some minutes more, which delayed my journey (later on I found out there was a construction work being held on the route, hence the delays). I was wrinkling my nose, feeling quite panic while looking at the time on my phone screen. 9.59 am. The bus moved at 10 am. It’s okay, there’s a probability they would delay the journey anyway… I tried to calm myself down. By the time I arrived, it was 10.03 am. I rushed outside toward the bus parking lot, and by the time I reached the ground, a bus passing me by. I had a gut that it was actually my bus, but I still tried to find the bus. Unsurprisingly it was not there. It was gone.

Change of plans. I asked the trip leader what to do and she advised to take another bus. Okay, I purchased another bus ticket to catch on to the main bus. While I finally got into the bus, a report came in the group chat informing that an accident happened in the way to our destination which caused heavy traffic. We were stuck for quite some time, and my bus ended up late than expected time to the supposed meeting point by 2 hours. Again, after arrived there, the main bus already left.

I was feeling pretty devastated at that point. I called the trip leader to ask what to do, and she told me to catch on the next meeting stops. Several choices, and I stared at the train ticket machine since the bus tickets were already full or not suitable for my needs. As the tiredness came over my head, and having to stare at the (slow) ticket machine for an hour or so, plus the waiting bench was cold, I started to look for a ticket way home instead. I was tired, I felt dizzy, I had not eaten, I was feeling cold, and I was basically a lost person. I just wanted to go home, rest on my bed, and do something productive the next day. On that cold bench, I tried to call some of my friends. A friend picked it up. We talked and I decided to go to her neighboring city of my residence instead - since I already carried the luggage, why not.

I looked for the transportation to go right away. I called the trip leader that I quit, I was just too tired to catch up anymore. Of course I was thinking of the money I had paid, but the whole vibe was gone. I suddenly remembered what my mom always said in the typical moment: “this is a lesson for you, just profess the cost as the cost for learning.” Indeed I felt guilty for the euros I spent for something I didn’t use at all, but I just.

Waiting at the airport for the bus to come, my departure would have one transfer change, and I am writing this post now in my time off at Liege, Belgium, feeling completely lost, where everything closed, no McD, no nothing for me to seat at least, at 1.55 am. I was eager to get on the next bus that was supposed to be here to pick me up at 4.30 am but I got an email saying it was delayed and now I have to wait for another one hour. I felt quite unsafe here, people looked dangerous, places were closed, nowhere to shelter, outside was cold, at one time it was raining too so I have to go inside the building with noone is in (basically)…

Update after 2 days later:

30 April 2023, in regards to 29 April 2023.

I ended up waiting for one more hour because the bus was delayed. Yes, three and a half in the middle of somewhere foreign with no language I could understand, in the middle of the night, alone.

I escaped this odd whole day and night going back to the Netherlands, to Rotterdam afterwards. Things were looking better after. And now I’m writing this update version at one of the tram stops in Amsterdam already (home sweet home!).

What a lesson to learn.

#fwriteh #2023

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yourdadsghoulfriend · 2 years

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Do you have any advice for someone looking for a new job? I've been at the same one for a while and could use a change. Like how was it going from disney to what you do now?

Keep applying. Even when you have a job, keep applying. Keep asking for resume review even when it’s “perfect.” Keep networking, even when you’re burnt out. Keep grinding. Respect the hustle.

Get your fucking ass up and work! It seems like nobody wants to work these days!

Okay but for real, it’s tough and I get it. I was applying to, no lie, at least 15 jobs a day for eight months during the beginning of the pandemic. That shit is tough. My best advise is to laser focus on what you want to do and what you’re willing to do to do it. It may mean taking a pay cut. It may mean moving across the country. Know your boundaries, know your worth, and hone in on what you want to do. Ask people in the field for help, maybe reviewing a resume for example. Sometimes it’s the silent help like scrolling through their LinkedIn profiles and getting tips and pointers from what they did.

Also, check out job seeker TikTok. Practice and work on what they suggest. Like practice interviews, practice networking, and practice writing your resume.

Finally, do what makes you uncomfortable. For me, it was mock-interviews, recording them, and listening to myself speak. It was also going to job fairs or networking events.

I wish you the best of luck in your search.

#asks #anons

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