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Can we get BTS ideal type? 👀💕

BTS IDEAL TYPE

JIN

Personality: 6 of cups, the empress, 9 of wands

Someone very giving, compassionate, feminine, healing. A strong support. Very warm soothing presence. Very calming. More of a homebody. Fiercely protective of him and their privacy/home/family if they were to have one. He has a lot of love to give and wants to pamper his partner, so someone ready to receive affection and ready to settle. Physical touch is important. He also would most likely want children. Someone good with kids. Motherly. Nurturing. Sensual. cancer, taurus, leo

Appearance: 2 of wands, 9 of swords, the star

Someone who looks a little like him, who mirrors his features or matches him physically. Nice legs. A more mature, reassuring, soothing, motherly quality. More regular looking than sexy idol. Feminine but strong appearance. Can both look cuddly and fierce. "The typical mom". A more classic or casual style. He likes the teacher look, glasses, and it’s not the “sexy teacher” type, more like reassuring, warm teacher type. He finds someone being good with kids or cooking attractive. cancer, leo, taurus

Turn offs: 4 of pentacles, knight of swords, 9 of wands

Someone clingy, possessive, jealous, aggressive. He likes a bit of fierceness, but too much defensiveness turns him off. Someone harsh with words, with no compassion, selfish. Someone who is never happy, always looking for a fight. aries, mars, scorpio

SUGA

Personality: 4 of swords, 9 of pentacles, 5 of pentacles

Honestly, I’m not sure he really is open for love. Companionship maybe, but deep emotional connection probably not. He basically would prefer someone who is not too stressful, gives him some company and appreciates all the abundance he has to offer. He doesn’t seem open to offer much else unfortunately right now. So his type could be someone who is in need of money, or who would really value the material aspect of the relationship. Sugar daddy vibes lol. earth signs, especially taurus

Appearance: the tower, 2 of cups, the moon

It’s more about the chemistry and the impression that this person gives rather than specific traits. Someone he would feel a deep intimate connection with. He tends to rarely fall for someone but when he does it’s head over heels and it comes out of the blue. Someone who makes a big impression on him. Could like a thicker, meatier body type. Someone a bit mysterious but with an intense aura. scorpio, pisces, aries, taurus, uranus

Turn offs: king of swords, the magician, the moon

Trickster, people who are trying to gaslight him, manipulate him especially with their words. Cold, detached, overly intellectual people who like to listen to the sound of their own voice. People pleasers who hide behind a mask, who are fake, hypocritical, two faced. negative air signs

J-HOPE

Personality: knight of wands, 10 of wands, the sun

Big personalities. Someone with a lot of energy, adventurous, confident, assertive, very fun and connected to their inner child. Someone who is creative, optimistic. Who wants to travel. Someone very active, never stopping, always in movement. Someone able to shoulder a lot of responsibilities. Someone with a lot of charisma and authority, with leadership skills. Inspiring, motivating. A self starter with great success that comes mainly from their own hard work and skills. fire signs, capricorn

Appearance: 7 of wands, 2 of wands, 9 of cups

Someone athletic and fit, quite muscular especially the abs, someone who looks confident, expressive face, what you see is what you get type of face. Sexy and revealing outfits. Bright smile. Androgynous look. Short hair. Think baddie rapper style sort of vibe. Creative style, bright colors. Artsy street fashion. aries, pisces, sagittarius

Turn offs: 3 of swords, 8 of pentacles, page of swords

Backstabbers, cheaters, hiding things from him, lack of trust in the relationship, someone who plays mind games. Immaturity, people who are too fidgety, who never stick to anything, can never finish what they start. Someone who on the contrary is so slow moving that you never see the end of it. Someone always in a bad mood, grumpy. negative gemini, pisces, sagittarius, virgo

Personality: the tower, 4 of swords, the emperor

Very strong explosive personalities. All or nothing. In your face. Very passionate and who would make a strong impression on him. Someone respectable, with a certain authority. Well established. Someone protective. Interestingly someone not too complicated intellectually, but who still is able to think by themselves, not easily influenced, but just not the type to overthink everything. A more simple type of mind, who maybe sees things in a more black and white sort of manner. Someone who would turn his life upside down, he likes the whole transformative process. aries, scorpio, leo, uranus, sagittarius

Appearance: the lovers, wheel of fortune, 2 of wands

His type changes depending on who he fancies. He’s going to find attractive traits he thought nothing of before just because his current lover has those traits. So he is rather open to different looks. But the physical attraction needs to be present, whatever that person looks like, he’s not attracted just to the mind. It’s more about chemistry and the spark than aesthetics.

Turn offs: the hierophant, queen of pentacles, page of wands

Narrow minded, overly traditional people who just think the way they do because that’s what they learned and they don’t look beyond that. People obsessed with money, possessions, the material life. On the other hand, people who have no stability, who are reckless, disconnected from reality and immature. negative taurus, capricorn, sagittarius, aries

JIMIN

Personality: queen of wands, 9 of pentacles, the devil

Someone fun and with a lot of humor. Joyful, who appreciate life to the fullest. Confident, sexy, an extrovert. Creative and enterprising. Who likes to party. He probably meet a lot of his lovers at parties too. He tends to be involved in rather toxic relationships though, it doesn't happen all the time, but sometimes he lets himself be used by people interested in his fame and money, by the luxury he can offer, narcissistic people who want to further their career or show him off and dominate him in the relationship. He's not fooled by them but he lets them because he feels lonely. And he can be a bit clingy and needy, so he needs to be more picky with his partners. leo, taurus, gemini

Appearance: queen of swords, 10 of wands, 3 of pentacles

Haughty looking, a bit vain, but beautiful. Cold beauties who play hard to get. Very stylish, trendy. Not too revealing but sexy. Charming voice and smile. Colorful, artistic, original fashion style. Elaborate make up and hairdo. Someone who could look a bit mean or out of reach at first. But at times he would catch their cute sides. I’m hearing “a tease”. Someone from his environment. capricorn, libra, scorpio, gemini, aquarius

Turn offs: 9 of wands, king of swords, the sun

Basically the same qualities he is attracted to but when it’s not fun anymore and it makes him feel powerless or disrespected, emasculated. Someone so on the defensive that all sense of attraction is lost. Someone so cold and detached, so inflexible there is no way to make them melt. Someone too domineering, who makes all the decisions and acts like the ultimate authority, hyper critical, all of which I feel must have happened a lot in his more toxic relationships. negative aries, leo, aquarius, capricorn

Personality: queen of wands, 10 of swords, the hermit

He could be attracted to people who went through a lot, but who present themselves in a very cheerful or confident manner, even though in private they may suffer quite a lot. Maybe he is attracted to wounded souls that he wants to save. Despite this, he is attracted first to someone successful. So if he’s going to pick this wounded soul, it will likely be amongst his own circle. Someone who would impress him. Passionate, independent. Someone who can manage on their own. Can be very fun and charismatic on the outside but is more of a loner and deeper than you’d think. capricorn, virgo, sagittarius, saturn

Appearance: 4 of wands, 9 of pentacles, queen of pentacles

Marriage material, very beautiful, looks play a big part in who he's going to go for, personality isn't enough. Sensual, sophisticated, nothing too flashy. Rich, warm earthy colors. Brown, green, beige, gold…Radiant complexion. Someone who looks like him or mirrors his looks, is on par with him when it comes to beauty. A certain fullness to their features, full hips, full lips, slim, beautiful radiant smile. Calm, soothing, slow energy. Someone who smells good. taurus, virgo, capricorn, libra

Turn offs: king of wands, ace of wands, 7 of wands

People who are loud and invasive, domineering, who want to decide for everyone. Self centered people. Loud. People who disrespect him. Impulsive, aggressive, childish people lead by their ego. People who are too easy to read, too spontaneous. fire signs

JUNGKOOK

Personality: queen of swords, 4 of cups, the moon

People who are a bit cold, hard to get to know, who have strong boundaries. Intelligent, quiet, subtle. Could even seem a bit bored at first, uninterested. Calm, mature, reserved, independent, a bit remote. People who are a bit mysterious. It’s possible he is attracted to those shy private cold types and projects some kind of romantic depth onto them, he thinks there is something hidden behind the closed off exterior when there isn’t, sometimes they are just empty inside. Most of the times (more and more as he matures) he is right though, and those people really are warmer than they appear. pisces, capricorn, virgo, aquarius

Appearance: the star, 6 of pentacles, knight of cups

Soft, calm, mature and collected. Kind eyes. He would be attracted to someone who is kind with animals or is helpful to others, especially people in needs. Natural beauty, “like a light in the darkness” sort of beauty, a more simple style, doesn’t need much to stand out, effortless beauty. Soft, soothing gestures. Someone who looks "skilled" and "talented" at what they do. virgo, pisces, libra

Turn offs: 8 of wands, 8 of swords, 5 of cups

People who try to disrespect him out of envy or because of their own poor self esteem. Impulsive, loud, reckless people. Stupidity. People who play the victim and whine all the time, chronic complainers. People who are loud, talk too much, reveal too much about themselves, people who only have one topic of conversation: themselves and all their problems. XD cancer, gemini, pisces, leo, aries

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nayatarot777 · 1 year

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why are people intimidated by you? - pac

{ pile one } 🤍

[the hierophant, temperance, judgement, knight of cups]

people are intimidated by how structured and peaceful you seem. you’re viewed as someone who has a clear viewpoint of what you want to achieve and how you’re going to get there. you appear to be extremely balanced and content with each stage of life that you’re in and it’s almost like you’ve reached a major milestone in your life. perhaps before the majority of people your own age. i’m sensing that for most of you, this refers to something internal. internal balance. i feel like most people see the acts of kindness and self care that you direct towards yourself, but most of all the self respect and self-value that you hold. i heard “self-married” so you might be the type to take yourself out on dates, treat yourself to nice things, and practice a lot of self care for yourself. you’re committed to yourself more than anyone else. for those of you in a commitment (could be a long term relationship or even a marriage) people are intimidated by how peaceful your relationship seems, for some reason. i’m not gonna lie, people think that you’ve hit the jackpot in life in one area or another. there’s also a message about either the types of people who you attract romantically or your confidence towards the people who you approach. it’s clear that you have extremely high expectations for yourself as well as whoever you date/get into a relationship with. there’s an energy of being unreachable - but not in a typical, whimsical, piscean, dreamy type of way. it stems more from people putting you up on a pedestal and comparing themselves to you and their lives to yours. i’m even hearing that people who are romantically interested in you usually end up developing actual feelings for you - even when they usually wouldn’t. you’re “commitment material” in a lot of people’s eyes. but most of these suitors don’t feel like they’re even on your level. it seems like you have everything that you want or need already. your (perceivable) contentment intimidates people.

{ pile two } 🤍

[10 of swords, king of cups, king of swords]

you guys are way too smart and intuitive for people. people with negative intentions in particular. they get intimidated because their plans to backstab you and fuck you over in some way is met with a complete reversal, and they’re the ones who end up in an extremely negative situation. these are people who perhaps talk shit behind your back? or just send you evil eye quietly? they don’t understand how you manage to know what they’re up to. and i feel like they’re terrified to get into a verbal conflict with you because they know that they’d be ripped to shreds verbally 😭. people really don’t want smoke with you. your words are venomous and lethal when you want them to be. you protect your energy amazingly this way. you’re a pure divine feminine. nothing can get past your observation and intuition. and what’s scarier is that you’ll keep quiet about what you know about someone for a while. especially when it comes to betrayers - fake friends, people who smile in your face but plan to take something that you have. but yet they start to feel the shift in your energy, even if there’s no shift in your behaviour towards them at first. it causes them to ruminate and worry that you’re onto them, but your poker face is immaculate and they can’t figure the answer to their questions out. it’s almost like this is their karma? a self-induced psychic attack for playing with you. the duality between when you act out of love towards genuine people and when you act out of defence towards backstabbers and shady people is terrifying to most. the way that you switch up leaves people drowning in their thoughts. they’re genuinely fearful and anxiety-ridden at the thought of having to feel your wrath. this is how you implement your boundaries. you’re very clear, concise and direct, and as long as you’re not fucked with, you’re the most loving person someone could meet. even so, you keep the boundaries firm between most people that you invite into your life and what you’re nurturing in your life. unless someone manages to get extremely close to you. but that takes a very long while, after many trials and observations on your part. as soon as there’s a significant tribulation, they’re out of your life. but even after people cause you problems, it’s almost like you forgive them silently, but never want to interact with them again. you go back to your relaxed, divine feminine energy. nothing keeps you out of it for too long. your quiet peacefulness after the fact intimidates people even more though lmaoo. they don’t know if you’re one of those “crazy” calm-before-the-actual-storm types of people.

{ pile three } 🤍

[6 of wands, the wheel of fortune, 6 of cups, death]

people are intimidated by how you seem to have support and acquire success on any journey that you put yourself on. there could be a group of people who support you that people are very intimidated by (i feel like this is a group of masculines - doesn’t necessarily have to be men, but definitely people who are ride or dies for a lot of you). if these masculine energies aren’t physical people, then this is your spirit guides and ancestors for those of you who have a connection with them. i’m seeing that this support brings you major abundance. major positive changes in life at times. but there are times where your transformations are not easy at all. particularly after you have gotten used to the previous abundance that came in for you. you always share it around with others, but i’m picking up on the energy that you guys may sometimes purposefully go through difficult transformations and changes if you’ve outgrown what you considered to be abundance before. it’s like you’re not afraid of change - no matter how difficult - so you don’t get comfortable with things for long. you know when it’s time for an ego death, and you go through your dark night of the soul to purge, just to be met with support from this group of energies/people who help support you when you usher yourself into great abundance yet again. i’m feeling plutonic energy because of the major extremities here. your life is full of extremes that you manage to balance yourself out with. because you accept the “good” and the “bad”. i feel like you understand that those are human judgements - not factual observations about something, so you journey through life with the mindset of “it is what it is”. you take the positive with the negative as they both come in waves, but you’re never knocked off of your path. you’re in constant alignment, even when it doesn’t seem like it to other people. because of your acceptance towards the dualities and polarities of life. you don’t complain. when you have more than you need, you’re extremely charitable. whether that be about money, time, energy. and that’s why karma comes around and offers you an abundance of support when you’re in need. i feel like you guys don’t even stress throughout negative experiences as much as others would. because you understand that you’ll be all good soon enough. and you understand that loss is a natural part of life as much as gain, so you don’t cling onto what you gain like others would. you flow with life. and this intimidates those who struggle to see life from a higher perspective. as well as those who have control issues. you have way more wisdom about the human experience than the majority of people on this planet. you know what it means to surrender

#divination #pick a card #pick a photo #pick a picture #psychic readings #spirituality #tarot #pac #tarot reading #pac reading #collective reading #intuition #daily tarot #tarot witch #tarot cards #tarotcommunity

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maxwell-grant · 5 months

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Thoughts on Lupin: Part 3

Covered my thoughts on seasons 1 and 2 already and I just finished season 3 so I'm gonna write about it here. Bottom line: HahahahaHA this show rules so much man.

Everything that was strong about the prior seasons is still there if not better, and they patched up several things I otherwise disliked about it. Also god I missed the mark big time by watching the prior seasons with the English dub for some reason, no wonder I didn't like most of the characters when they all sounded like they were sleepwalking. Just, watch with the French audio, don't be an idiot like me.

I actually like Assane's family now? Maybe that's because of the dub thing letting me see the actual performances, but there seemed to be a lot more effort this season to make us care about Claire and Raoul's own struggles and the really bad things they have to deal with because of Assane and how they deal with them. There's an extent to which these characters exist because otherwise Assane would suffer no consequences and no caveats to just doing whatever he wants, a.k.a the cool Lupin stuff we signed up for but can't be too over-indulged in, and that made them feel more like roadblocks than people, but to me this time they actually feel more like people, and people who can have their own things going on or even get involved in the good stuff without compromising their importance, and those consequences thus actually matter more.

God I can't believe how great the disguises were this season and how many there were. Again, definitely feels like they had to refine the process in the first two seasons so we can have this one with Assane actually going the nine yards with multiple overlapping fake personas and disguises per episode. Omar is masterful in all of them and the show seems so confident that it even lets Ben, Guedira and Claire dip their toes in the action a bit. I was actually really impressed by Coach Alex, even though he does look a bit uncanny and a little A.I-ish. I could still buy that as a real person.

It's doing this thing I really like that The Shadow does, where the character has a lot of different methods by which he achieves his disguises ranging from high-tech/borderline fantasy to very simple DIY tools, but the process featured is obscured enough that you can never fully tell which is being used, and so the character can have this borderline superpower still grounded enough to not look like one.

I actually didn't mind the villain this time around. There's a nice progression of putting Assane against an invisible and seemingly invincible shadowy gang forcing him to do their bidding (which lets them do the heist-of-the-week format without compromising the larger plot), that turns out to be just one horrible man from his past armed with henchmen and a grudge, which means he gets to be developed and taken out within the season without much delay and without Assane having to make stupid out-of-character blunders to let him escape to menace another day (which was a problem I had with Pelligrini). I like that Keller gets to be legitimately scary as a threat to Assane's loved ones, but is also undone by being a stupid piece of shit who only knows how to abuse and manipulate children until they all turn on him, and once he and Assane are on even ground he goes out like a chump.

Putting Pellegrini completely out of sight and saving him for the final twist where he's been pulling a Kingpin in prison with god knows what consequences even warmed me up to him as a villain, if nothing else because, okay, a Lupin worth his name needs a Cagliostro menace, and the ending twist isn't even about him so much as it's about the betrayal of someone Assane confided in.

And unfortunately that ending twist is good enough that it would be awful if any of those three turned out to be the backstabbers and there's equal arguments for being any of them (I don't think it's going to be Pellegrini's daughter precisely because she's the most predictable, I don't think they'd do the Countess of Cagliostro that 1-to-1)

(Art is from the cover of Lupin: Échec à la reine, which is a prequel novel focused on Benjamin. I don't think it's been translated to English but it got published in Brazil.)

Look, it's good drama, yes, we need stakes to keep this going, yes, but BEN NOOOOO, GODDAMNIT ASSANE

Unfortunately I can't fault Assane that much despite the fact that he barely knew his mom. There was no good option there, Ben would have fumbled it if he was even a little on the plan, and I'm not sure if he later realized why Assane did it or if he didn't realize at all, I mean the ending twist sets him up as one of the potential backstabbers and it's gonna be really fucking heartbreaking if so, but...man, I don't fault the way everyone reacted to that episode, but I can't get that mad at Assane for what he did.

The heist he did with his mom at the prime minister's mansion complete with jetski escape added another 10 years to our lifespan. Utterly delightful. I love this show so much.

I was a bit iffy on how the prior seasons approached the existence of Arsene Lupin books in-text and I'm still a little mixed on it. However, the sheer reverence and omnipresent popularity of Arsene Lupin the character actually isn't even that unrealistic to the character's real life popularity in France or elsewhere, or how much the show has done to refuel said popularity. I mean, hell, I and others got to see it firsthand Lupin being the talk of the town non-stop. It still takes me a little out of the show, but it's far from a dealbreaker.

Major major leg that this thing has above so many other contemporary reboots/adaptations is that this is FUN, Lupin in general should always get to be fun and more than a little stupid sometimes, and this gets it. This thing delights in carrying us through every step of the process by which the main character does his impressive things, laying out all the components in plain sight and putting them together and even letting you feel smart for realizing how it's coming together and still being surprised when it does.

This is the show that Sherlock wishes it was, because of course Lupin can't make a comeback without putting one over his good old rival Sholmes.

The show was always strong, I think, but every season so far's just been refining things and making all of it's strengths better. It's so so good and I hope it keeps going, this thing does crazy numbers every season, I just never see it talked about much in English circles. I'm glad it's been going strong the way it has. Assane has become one of my favorite protagonists in anything and I might even watch the show again soon.

Still unbelievably good and has only gotten better from what was already a very strong start.

#lupin #lupin netflix #assane diop #benjamin farel #lupin part 3 #arsene lupin #pulp heroes #tv shows

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heartsoulrocknroll · 9 days

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AEW Dynamite 3/13/24

Mercedes opens the show!!!!!!!! Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!! She is here!!!!!!!!! I am so excited!!!!!! This Boston crowd is going nuts. Love it. Mercedes thanks the fans. She thanks them for being there and supporting her through the last two years, as well as through her history making moments. She says we are going to make a lot of moments together in AEW. She is excited to face every single person in the locker room. She mentions Willow vs. Riho tonight and how she has unfinished business with Willow. But tonight is about Big Business, and Mercedes is all elite!

Joe promo on Wardlow. He hasn't forgotten what happened the last time they were in the ring together.

Cole video package. He is reading a story about Wardlow being enslaved by an evil man, a devil. Wardlow needed the brotherhood of others who hated the evil man, a brotherhood bound by undisputed hatred. Lmao. The story ends with Wardlow using his hate to fuel him to beat Joe for the world title tonight.

Samoa Joe (c) vs. Wardlow for the AEW World Championship -- Joe back with an elbow and enziguri in the corner. Wardlow lands a twisting senton off the top. Joe lands a nice powerslam. Wardlow fakes a knee injury and lands a knee to Joe's midsection for two. Wardlow misses a Swanton. Joe corners him with shots to the head. Wardlow responds a with powerbomb. Wardlow goes for another powerbomb, but Joe stops it with a double-leg takedown. Joe jumps on Wardlow's back with a Coquina Clutch. Wardlow goes out!

Good match with an obvious result. Rating: 3.25

Swerve comes out with a chain after the match looking angry, but Joe quickly leaves.

Backstage, Marvez asks Okada why he joined The Elite. Nick cuts him off and tells him to show more respect and use Okada's full name, the Rainmaker Kazuchika Okada. Matt says Okada joined The Elite, because they are the three best professional athletes and have been friends for 14 years. Okada says he is coming for Eddie, Pac, and Penta. Okada makes Marvez sing happy birthday to Matt. Lol.

Kazuchika Okada and The Young Bucks vs. Pac, Penta El Zero Miedo, and Eddie Kingston -- Pac lands a beautiful tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Matt. Double dropkicks and double superkicks by Pac and Penta on Nick. Eddie with nasty chops to Okada. Okada lands a beautiful dropkick on Eddie. Triple teams by Okada and the Bucks on Eddie. Eddie tries to make a tag, but his partners have been taken out and Okada is in his corner instead with a wry smile. Beautiful!!!!!!! Exploder by Eddie on Matt. Nice belly to belly by Eddie on Matt. Penta tags in with a double cross body off the top and a double DDT to the Bucks. Penta goes for a backstabber on Okada, but Okada holds the ropes to block, but then Okada eats a superkick from Penta instead! Pac tags in with a springboard missile dropkick. Pac and Penta with stereo dives over the top to the outside! Penta lands a double stomp off the top, then Pac lands a 450 off the top on Nick, but Okada breaks up the pin! Beautiful German suplex by Pac on Okada! Eddie tags in. Okada ducks the backfist and lands a nice DDT. Matt lands a cazadora bomb/facebuster on Pac! Penta lands a destroyer on Matt! Nick lands a low blow on Eddie! Rainmaker by Okada on Eddie for three!!!!!!!!

I loved that match. Fantastic action. Everyone looked great. Nice AEW in-ring debut for Okada. Rating: 3.5

Okada stands over Eddie with Eddie's Continental Title and a huge Eddie handprint on his chest. I am in love with heel Okada. Simply in love.

Ospreay comes out to the ring with Schiavone to talk about his upcoming match with Danielson. He says he has wanted to emulate Danielson his whole career. Everyone was talking about his match with Omega and the Tiger Driver '91. He says the most violent man on live TV asked him if it was worth it. He says, speaking as the man in the match with blood pissing out of his head and standing as the winner, he can say, yes, it was worth it. His match with Danielson is the best wrestler in world vs. the best wrestler of the 21st century, and only one walks out the winner. He can have respect for his opponent, but once they are in the ring, it's their life or his, and he doesn't plan on dying. This is about finding out who is best wrestler in world.

That was a shockingly good promo. I've been super hard on Ospreay in the promo department, as I usually find him goofy and second-hand embarrassing every time he opens his mouth. But this was perhaps the best promo I've ever heard him do.

Darby Allin vs. Jay White -- Darby with a shotgun dropkick into the corner, then a Swanton off the top to the outside!!! Darby with a cannonball suicide dive to the outside!!!! Jay lands a nasty butterfly suplex onto a chair outside!!! Oh my god!! Jay hurls Darby across the ring steps, and Darby flips over back-first onto the floor!! Geez!! Darby lands a springboard cross body for two! Darby goes to the top, but Jay sweeps out the legs, and Darby goes back-first onto the top turnbuckle! Jay with nasty chops to the back!!! Jay misses a Stinger splash. Darby lands a stunner, then a sunset flip for two! Darby grabs the Last Supper for another two! Jay catches Darby off a Coffin Splash attempt and turns it into a German suplex!! Jay lands a big uranage for two! Darby reverses a suplex attempt over the ropes into a Scorpion Death Drop and covers, but Jay gets a foot on the rope! Darby misses a Coffin Drop attempt off the top to the apron!!! Nasty landing on his back on the apron, oh my god!!!!! Darby makes it back in the ring at 9.5, but Jay immediately meets him with a Bladerunner for three!!!!

Hell yeah, that slapped!!!!!!! Jay was working the back beautifully, Darby was bumping like a psycho. Loved it. Rating: 4

Jay tries to take the bat to Darby's ankle with a chair wrapped around it after the match! The Acclaimed and Billy comes out to make the save. Jay lands a chair shot to Billy!!!!! Wow!!! The Gunns take their belts to the Acclaimed's heads. Jay then takes the bat to Darby's ankle with the chair wrapped around it as originally planned!!!! Dang!! Taz: "Bang Bang Scissor Gang, my ass."

Hook and Chris Jericho vs. Gates of Agony -- Hook and Jericho land double vertical suplexes. Jericho with a big boot and a lionsault. Hook tags in with some lariats, a T-bone suplex, and a nice bridging Northern Lights on Bishop for two. Hook lands a German suplex on Toa!! Wow! Bishop with double knees to Hook's midsection. The Gates go for something on Hook, but Hook reverses into Redrum on Bishop. Jericho throws Toa into the ring post outside. Jericho locks in the Liontamer on Bishop, while he is still the in Redrum. Jericho lands a springboard dropkick to Toa. Bishop taps to Redrum!

This was solid. Some impressive stuff from Hook. Rating: 2.75

Kyle interview backstage. He says now that he is back, he wonders if he can still hang in the most competitive roster in the history of this sport. He has his sights set on a guy who he thinks can bring out the old Kyle O'Reilly. That is Bryan Keith. They will wrestle on Collision. Roddy interrupts, and yells Kyyyyyyle!!! Lmao. Roddy says Kyle knows how much respect and love Roddy has for him, and if he wants to do this on his own, then he should do it on his own. He and Kyle hug. My heart. 🥺

Mercedes talks to and shows respect to Riho backstage before Riho's match.

Jericho and Hook backstage. Jericho says Hook has potential to be a future world champion and challenges him to a match next week. Hook says let's do it.

Riho vs. Willow Nightingale -- Willow blocks arm drag attempts by Riho. Willow with a big shoulder tackle and a running cross body for two. Riho lands a dropkick, then two running knees in the corner. Willow lands a huge missile dropkick off the middle rope!!! Willow lands some lariats and locks in a bear hug, then lands a beautiful vertical suplex for two! Riho with some elbows, then a head scissors takedown, then a 619, then a cross body off the top for two! Riho with a jumping knee! Willow goes for the Doctor Bomb, but Riho counters into a rana! Riho lands a Northern Lights suplex! Damn!! Riho misses a double stomp off the top!! Pounce by Willow sends Riho outside!!! Willow goes for a somersault senton off the apron, but Riho moves, and Willow lands hard on her back on the floor. Riho lands a double stomp off the apron! Riho lands a dragon suplex on the apron!!!! Holy shit!! Riho with a double stomp off the top for two!! Riho lands elbow strikes and a nice jumping knee, but Willow comes back with a huge lariat!!!! Riho runs at Willow, Willows ducks and reverses, Riho grabs a roll up into a jackknife for two! Willow lands a beautiful Doctor Bomb for the pinfall!!!!

That rocked!!! Oh my god!!!! More great Riho speed vs. a powerful opponent, and I love that! Some crazy, nasty spots here too. Rating: 3.75

The lights go out, and Julia and Skye appear to attack Willow after the match. Mercedes comes out to make the save with a nice Gory special into a facebuster on Julia! Willow raises Mercedes' hand! Nice!!!

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lowlyroach · 7 months

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655) DO NOT MENTION THE LAMPPOST

Drive to dinner with a good friend

Who's been quiet lately

The only one who was

On my side

Who didn't call me horrible

About what had happened

As he listened to me open a

LAMPPOST

Folding knife

Over and over

Crying on the ground and screaming

That night

May 16th

Pass by

Barnes and Noble

Fridays and

Olive Garden

And

THE LAMPPOST

My neck twitches

Get out of the car

I parked where I did

Last time

I look at That Street

With the Lamppost

LAMPPOST

He puts 2g of shrooms and

Twenty four tabs OF YOU in my car

They're paper this time

The art on them is of The

LAMPPOST

Beatles

I put in his car

A miniature I ordered

For his birthday

I forgot to give to him

Talk about

LAMPPOSTS

Him being sick

He's terribly nauseous today

Can't even eat

We talk about a

LAMPPOST

Blueberry Backstabber

He's got a new job

He had a new boyfriend

Or has?

Grant doesn't know for sure

Grant hates him now

After what he did to me

Maybe always?

Blue told me he would never love again

After me

AFTER THE LAMPPOST

So, that's good that he's trying

His old job was shit too so

That's good

I told Blue I hoped he finds happiness

He told me he hopes I never find peace

Seems they both might be coming true

LAMPPOST

There's something else on my mind but

LAMPPOST

It's good that he's still hanging out

LAMPPOST

With Grants girlfriend

They're good friends

I hope he's happy

I hope he doesn't have a

LAMPPOST

Hard time living

We talk about an event where

He played rock-paper-scissors to win prizes

And won a

LAMPPOST

Fake tattoo sleeve

I talk about my old days as a server

I'm notoriously shit at rock-paper-scissors

I always lose

I don't mention anything that

LAMPPOST

Happened to me recently

But Grant has been doing alright

He doesn't ask about the

LAMPPOST

Things new with me

I don't want to mention them

We leave shortly after arriving

On account of the

LAMPPOST

Way he's feeling

As I was jokingly talking about

THE LAMPPOST

Pushing passerby's out of your way

He says "Not everyone deserves that"

THAT LAMPPOST

I fill my lungs with smoke as we exit

He talks to me about when

Someone recently walked up to him

When he was doing yard work

And mentioned the

LAMPPOST

Correct way to use a weed whacker

He forgets why he was talking about it

I remind him of the conversation

Grant says

"Oh, not everyone deserves to be shoved. He was nice, so I was nice back."

It was nearly pointless, but in a way sweet

He smiles about it, simply

I walk away from his car, give him a hug

Tell him I love him

Make kissing noises

I fill my lungs up

And stare down towards the dumpster

WE WALKED BY

WE HAD JUST HAD DINNER

I GOT A MONSTER COOKIE

YOU HAD A BITE OR TWO

I DRANK A MARGARITA

I WAS SLIGHTLY TIPSY

WE HUNG OUT AT FRIDAYS

WE WALKED BACK

YOU SAID I WAS STALLING

AS WE WALKED TO OUR CARS

YOU STARTED

TO STALL

WHEN WE GOT CLOSER

WE WALKED PASSED THE BUILDING BEHIND THE RESTAURANT

TO GET TO THE STREET WITH

THE LAMPPOST

ONE MORE LAMPPOST

YOU KEPT WALKING WITH ME

YOU KEPT WALKING NEXT TO ME

I ASKED YOU FOR ONE MORE

YOU OBLIGED

WE WALKED BACK SOON AFTER

YOU HUGGED ME

YOU HUMMED IN MY EAR

I get in my car

They were out of

LAMPPOSTS

Monster cookies, tonight

Tunnel vision as I drive home

I didn't think about you once.

I didn't think about that

LAMPPOST

THE LAMPPOST

I DID NOT THINK ABOUT THE LAMPPOST

#poem #writing #poetry #twcpoetry #spilled ink #poeticstories

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ladyzayisapoet · 2 years

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No Kinkfolk

A/N: I wrote this a couple months ago when I was very mad and disappointed in myself as I let too many people in the past year that I literally bent myself out of shape until I snapped. Sorry if there’s too many flow changes. Learn by my words that you don’t need too many people claiming you as a friend and always protect your peace. Until next time ✌🏾

I don’t feel like myself. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

I remember when I took myself out to eat cuz I was craving ihop. Now I wanna I stop.

Stop the lies, cut the ties, and all the bullshit that occurs in my life.

My fake ass friends at this fake ass school. I can’t believe there was ever a time I thought we was cool.

All I got is a club that hates me, a boy that dates me, and grades that make me. Am I ready for the real world?

Qualified and under qualified at the same time and yet I still refuse to lie.

I watch my lying peers fly by me in their journey find it hard not to blast journey “Don’t Stop Believing” they say but I’m finding it difficult to start.

Bitches rather fire me than teach me what I gotta do I’m sorry to inform I can’t learn everything on YouTube.

Climbing up a ladder just to be pushed down by the latter. POC taking jobs from me ain’t that some shit? What happened to solidarity? Oh right some dick

Girlie got some dick and think she black. Girlie took my last job and now it’s whack. All up in my face with a knife in my back out here saying nigga when you know you not black.

Bitches treating me like I settled for less when they see my man. At least I don’t gotta pretend to be someone else to satisfy him.

Acting like I can’t pull- girl please, stay comfortable in your identity crisis. Find your way back before you continue to let the world divide us.

Got me feeling like a mixed kid with a toxic white mom the way people been treating me lately. They got that high school mentality when they see me

Cliques with no dicks looking bitch, don’t know shit but they stay on my clit. I wish I was kidding but they sitting in my presence, clogging up my essence, stay testing my patience

And yet here I am still taking it all with no vaseline, the things I do to keep my reputation squeaky clean. I can’t handle another angry black woman accusation in this climate.

In the land full of pick me’s and alpha wannabe’s I’m not sure why my desire to be continues to grow. I just know that I don’t wanna feel like this anymore.

These rules and bi-laws of who I’m supposed to be I don’t owe you any piece of me.

You don’t deserve it. You can’t stomach the things I’ve been through nonetheless chew it but in your eyes I’m perfect. Too perfect. Derogatively perfect.

You see the gifts I get and think I can afford them. See the life I live and think I’m privileged cuz we in Florida.

I’m not from these parts full of uncultured New Yorkers trying to start over reeking of gentrification, a plan that was only supposed to be a vacation.

My heart is aching, my town is withering away in my very eyes, every tear I shed is a goodbye to a place I once called home

And yet here you are calling me privileged when the term you’re looking for is gifted. Unfortunately gifts come at a cost. Nothing in life is free.

Life is a daily fight and we’re all competing. I’m competing against liars, thieves, backstabbers, and nice nasty people with ghostwriters.

They ride life on a surfboard as I drown in a tidal wave of their venomous spit takes.

Privileged? Give me a fucking break. Karma gotten so creative lately in fucking me over I started failing in the easiest parts of my life.

I need a drink but I can’t get drunk. I’m stuck being sober, stuck feeling every emotion in my body like a piece of wet gum in my hair.

No choice but to feel it cause it’s the only way to move on but moving on not always guaranteed it’s just a suggestion. I’m congested.

I’m scared of myself. I’m scared of what I might do to them if we’re left by ourselves. I’m scared I might say something, break something, or maybe both.

I crave violence, I hate silence, I hate silent people more. They always got the worst intentions.

Got the most to say when they not in your face. Claim anxiety cuz they not in your place and in life they losing the race. I’m losing my pace.

I want to talk but I’m losing my base in my voice to my fingers as they curl in a ball ready to be thrown at their face. Say the word I’ve been waiting to see the hood you claim.

I know I’m the ex-thug you love to hate you recognize that I’m real and you’re fake. Since when was changing for the better not okay?

It really be your own people disturbing your fate. No kinkfolk to this day.

#black writers #poetry #angry rant type post #black poetry

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katcadecascade · 6 days

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If you believe the lies I tell (Snowjanus fic Chapter Six)

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Chapter Six: Croissants

Word Count: 4,583

Festus takes up Sejanus’ role in bothering Coriolanus Snow with food.

He’s much, much more terrible because he does it in public. Festus is a very open and loud person, always draws a crowd in even if there are backstabbers amongst them. To why he started sharing baked goods like they’re back in primary school, he shrugs it off with a smile. Festus is being spontaneous and goofy, always friendly to his peers. No one bats an eye because it’s clear what his intentions are.

Persephone Price.

He has been a lovesick fool for the pretty girl since their playground days. It’s easy to fall for Persephone, believing that she can do no wrong. But Coriolanus knows otherwise, he knows of a cold day where families desperately needed food.

If Festus knew, would he still pursue her? Do all of this to impress her?

Depends how lovestruck the fool is but he’s also doing this to mess with Coriolanus’ life.

“So, first Sejanus and now Festus.”

Clemensia is smarter than most to suspect something. Then again, she’s the only one to know this pattern links him in the middle.

“They’re friends now,” he explains scornfully. “Sejanus must have told Festus to annoy me.”

“By annoy, do you mean give you food?” He glares at her. “Oh come on, Coriolanus, this isn’t the worst courting an alpha can do. A little strange, definitely not traditional, but not terrible.”

“It’s not courting, it’s Sejanus putting himself on the stupid moral high ground or feeding his alpha pride or-“

“Or none of the above.”

Like the day before, Festus arrives at the school’s main lobby to deliver snacks to his classmates, starting with Coriolanus Snow.

“Good morning Festus,” Clemensia greets with fake joy, which is more platitude than Coriolanus is willing to do.

“Clemensia, Coriolanus,” Festus nods with all the manners his parents hoped he would ever use, “I see we’re talking about my baking instructor. Wanna try these croissants?”

The exaggerated accent alone would’ve made Coriolanus barf but there is nothing in his stomach to puke. Festus presents him a warm, buttery pastry where chocolate melts between the layers.

“You actually made this?” Clemensia is genuinely awed, examining it a little too closely.

Just seeing her moving in on his food has Coriolanus possessively taking the croissant and getting a bite in.

True to the smell, it’s rich and light and Coriolanus has to force himself to eat it calmly.

“It’s good,” he admits with disdain.

“Cool, I didn’t make it.” Festus winks at him.

Lowly, Coriolanus whispers, “I will smear this all over your uniform.”

Matching him, Festus whispers back, “Imagine doing that to Sejanus’ face.”

“Again, I think this is the strangest flirting I’ve seen,” Clemensia, not whispering, had to push the boys away from each other. She turns to Festus and demands, “Why are you doing all of this?”

Festus has the decency to glance around cautiously. The lobby is full of students chatting or preparing before classes start. There is this type of privacy in a crowd, everyone in their own worlds until someone else’s drama gets eye catching.

“Okay, the ones without chocolate, I did make. That one? All him, but I haven’t told him that I’ve been giving them to you. I figured I could do something nice for the both of you.”

Coriolanus does not buy into any of this, none of it makes sense. These two alphas are either too nice for their own good or they are killing him with kindness.

“How kind of you, Festus,” He said seriously with a bit of grit. “You can stop being oh so kind now.”

He hates the look Festus and Clemensia share, displeased at his attitude, as if he’s being ungrateful. That’s utterly wrong, he has never asked for anything from these people. Coriolanus never showed them any opportunity to get any sort of power over him. Only Sejanus caught him with so much bad luck.

Festus will never understand, proven by how he defends himself, “Look, Coriolanus, I’m only meddling because Sejanus promised to be gone for the week. He didn’t deserve that and he actually likes you.”

“No he doesn’t, he likes thinking he’s doing a good thing.” Coriolanus took a page out of Festus’ book and poked the alpha in the chest, “Now, it’s you thinking you’re doing something nice. None of this is actually for me.”

Much like Sejanus, Festus stares at him with big sad eyes. It's unbearable. “Is that what you really think?”

“There’s no other reason,” Coriolanus glares at him, daring him to spew more self-flatteries. “Why would he possibly like me?”

Coriolanus regrets asking that question out loud, it makes him sound so pitiful and heartbroken. More than that, it makes him genuinely curious as to why Sejanus Plinth is doing all of this.

It could be an attraction but Coriolanus denies it. No, the only conclusion he could think of is that Sejanus is doing this to feel like every other alpha in this school. Trying to date someone out of the need to feel loved.

“You’ll have to ask him that, Coriolanus,” Clemensia said. “You won’t be convinced by us.”

Us, she says, like there’s already a division between him and the closest person he calls a friend.

He shifts his glare on to her, betrayed, “You’re on his side now?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Coriolanus, I know you’re a very private person but it must be important that someone finally caught your eye. Many others would try to date you but you never gave them the time of day.”

“Oh so it’s my fault?” He snaps.

“I mean, kind of.” Festus shrugs, “I guess it’s mostly the scent blockers.”

He quickly pushes the confusion off his face and says, “I use scent blockers to contain my scent, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Seeing how Festus’ bluntness isn’t helping, Clemensia explains clearly, “That’s true but it also means you have a hard time reading scents. Coriolanus, a lot of people do like you but never gotten any signal back so they left you alone.”

His frustrations are genuinely paused at that. Anything involving their dynamics and scents, he doesn’t acknowledge it beyond his family. Ever since it became a free commodity provided by the school, he takes scent blockers on the daily. It’s just another armor piece.

The only times he gives anyone’s scent any attention is if they are abrasive, like what Arachne once did.

Yet the scent of nutmeg was always an afterthought, the signature at the end of a love letter.

Coriolanus stares at the croissant still in his hands.

“Sejanus hasn’t baked us anything since the first time we all met,” Festus gestured with his small basket of pastries. “He doesn’t like any of us. I begged him to teach me. He’s only ever been nice to you, Coriolanus.”

“No, he hasn't. He's needy and a pushover.”

“Only for you. Think about it.”

He tries. It’s not easy to recall every moment of Sejanus because he’s always blurred in the background of Coriolanus’ life. Sejanus stopped trying to make friends once he realized everyone was a pack of snakes and wolves. Yet Coriolanus’ tolerance over the District boy never passed a threshold of hostility. He’d figured that his enemies should pick fights with each other and leave himself out of the bloodshed.

So Coriolanus spared Sejanus of additional torment. Not quite a saint’s act, but surely that cannot be viewed as romantic. That would be pathetic and stupid. Yet Sejanus never actually criticized Coriolanus like their narcissistic peers, nor appeared as bothered to be around Coriolanus than the rest. Sejanus Plinth may see them all as bullies but only because they saw him as an enemy first.

He would never give them any sort of kindness, but for Coriolanus specifically, some things come to mind.

One of his many arguments with Arachne, Coriolanus can’t remember what it was over, but Coriolanus said something that made her red in the face but made their classmates laugh. Sejanus’ laughter was in his ears for hours.

A quiet day in the library. They were studying at different tables, he wasn’t even in Sejanus’ line of sight. Absent-mindedly, Sejanus started to hum. A slow melody that didn’t annoy Coriolanus at all. Instead it lulled him to sleep. He woke up alone, feeling colder than ever.

The first time Sejanus came to school after presenting. Before Coriolanus knew the smell of nutmeg belonged to Sejanus Plinth, he spent the whole day dreaming of pumpkin pies and warm coffee.

Coriolanus realizes that these are not anecdotes that prove Festus and Clemensia right. Instead it’s precious memories where he noticed Sejanus, wanting to notice him. They weren’t the type of gifts to hold but the kind to experience.

He’s so stunned by this revelation that he barely notices when Persephone Price enters their little circle.

“Hello everyone,” She greets and smiles at her friend. “Festus, I found you.”

“Hooray, you found me,” He gives Coriolanus a nervous glance before giving Persephone his complete attention, “I bought croissants today, Percy.”

“Don’t you mean croissants, hmm?”

Their wholesome joy knocks Coriolanus out of his own wholesome thoughts of Sejanus. He groaned out loud from all the mental gymnastics he put himself in.

To no one or everyone, Coriolanus begs, “Kill me. End my suffering.”

Clemensia pats his shoulder, “I think we had a breakthrough.”

He nearly jumps when Persephone smiles at him.

All he sees is a body covered in snow and a hatchet swinging down. It was her father that did it but Coriolanus cannot erase the threads of thoughts linking it all to her and her pretty face. He and Persephone are one of the skinniest in class. A certain amount of weariness clings to their bones, no matter if they manage to eat.

“Oh is that chocolate?”

Coriolanus dumbly holds it up, “Yes, it is.”

Thankfully, she turns away from him and Festus instantly has her attention with his baked goods.

“I made the buttery ones,” he says proudly.

“Croissants are all buttery ones,” she picks one of Festus’ and takes a bite. “It's really soft.” She flips it over and pokes the underside, “I think the butter melted through.”

Festus blinks, “Is that bad?”

“No, it’s still good. Hey, why don’t we go get some fruit before class?”

With a wave goodbye, Coriolanus watches them walk away, wondering how easy they make this all is. Like there’s no complications in just talking with each other.

Wealth and high status is something he can fake until it becomes real.

Trust is an entirely different concept.

Somehow this simple, mundane thing is unachievable for Coriolanus Snow, something he cannot force upon himself to give to others. Yet some unknown part of him extends to Sejanus, without his notice or guard.

“When did my life become a drama?”

“I’d say the moment you noticed Sejanus.”

How very true Clemensia’s words are as he finishes his chocolate croissant. He has to admit, what she said was an eye opener.

Scent blockers do block out his perception of scents, that’s the intended effect. No one is drowning in scents that broadcasts surface level emotions. The very things that are radioactive in the warzone. The Capitol is in a time of peace, away from the dangers of feral natures. It’s why the pills are easily accessible at the nurse’s office.

Coriolanus never saw them as a problem. He doesn’t pay attention to scents in the first place.

Yet somewhere in his head, it chose to single out Sejanus.

It’s not just some instinct from their dynamics, his laughter or sass is entirely his own.

If that is true then his decision to give Coriolanus food is also his own.

It would be so much easier to chalk it all to their natures.

An alpha is meant to defend, a beta is meant to support, and an omega is meant to protect. A cycle of shelter, of nesting into the barebones of community.

That is all a load of bull to Coriolanus Snow because he distrusts everyone he has ever known. He’s been fine without ever scent marking for any friends. Coriolanus knows the anticipating looks on his peers' faces, awaiting for any sign that he approves of them. It always bothered him, their annoying insistence that they needed a mark of their companionship. He was the omega that never initiated this type of tradition and eventually everyone stopped bothering him. They moved on with other friends who enjoyed scent marking.

Only Clemensia was the one to stick around longer than any else. She didn’t give up on him, still trying to reach out to him, even by this day.

“Why…” his hesitation is uncharacteristic, truly a sign that Coriolanus Snow is cracking. He shakes his head, determined to ask, “Clemensia, why is scenting so important to you?”

Clemensia has the gall to smile at him, almost appearing endeared.

They’re once again at the library when school ends, in one of the private study rooms where Coriolanus feels hidden enough to ask such a basic question.

“It makes me feel less lonely, like the world isn’t out to get me.”

“Oh.”

Coriolanus cannot imagine that feeling of peace. The universe is cruel and unfair, there’s no changing that unless there is absolute control. That those in power can enforce cruelty upon others to save themselves.

It’s an extreme way of thinking. If he spoke it out loud, he’d be a paranoid madman. Maybe he truly is exactly that.

Because ever since his mother died, Coriolanus Snow hasn’t known peace and comfort that lasts longer than a second.

Any of that joy is immediately swallowed by envy or rage or despair.

That is what he has learned from starvation.

It’s what he cannot unlearn.

“I know things haven’t been the same since the war ended. Most of us are pretending that we’re all back to normal, me included. Scent marking Lysistrata and my other friends just helps me feel better.”

She says it all so casually, like it’s something Coriolanus is also supposed to know. This is more proof that he’s different from his classmates,

“I always thought scenting would be,” he’s tempted to be honest, say it's all a weakness, but he decides to say, “the opposite. It appeared so territorial and I didn’t want to be claimed as someone else’s.”

“It’s not as arbitrary as that,” she reassures, “I know that Lysie doesn’t have a claim or whatever over me. We’re comfortable where we are at. It’s nothing to be territorial about. More like little reminders of each other.”

It’s similar to how Tigris described scents. Yet that was spoken with disdain, how Tigris was able to make it an emotionless transaction.

Clemensia describes it all too mundane, something as easy as breathing. That it is like exchanging love letters.

It’s all something Coriolanus would never imagine, nothing as peaceful as that is in his dictionary. He feels like a little kid again, unable to understand the world. The difference is that this era of the world is not as violent as it used to be. It could still kill him, nothing can truly starve his paranoia, but it all messes with his mind.

For once he’s not angry, he’s hopelessly envious.

Envy is starvation’s little pet, always there in the core of Coriolanus Snow. It’s a neglected tiny creature that he doesn’t want to acknowledge but it’s now here, eating up all of Clemensia’s words.

She’s always been with him at school, mostly for their grades but Coriolanus slowly accepted that they are friends, even if he can never stop anticipating her betraying him. That hasn’t ever happened yet.

She has done teasing, prodding, and disagreeing with him so far, but Coriolanus can’t imagine a motive for her to ruin him. Clemensia goes beyond his cruel thoughts. It’s starting to wear down something inside of him.

“Clemensia, I know that I’m not really being myself right now, but I really appreciate talking with you.”

This is the most brutally honest he can be with her. He hopes that she knows it because he still is unwilling to tell her any of his real thoughts.

She might leave him if she did.

“Me too, I have never seen you so worked up for anyone.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “I hate it. I hate all of this.”

“How so?”

“I feel out of control, helpless,” his throat feels dry, almost croaks out, “I’m tired from overthinking every bad thing in my life. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped to think about anything else.”

Because the hunger pains are constant, the jealousy in every blink, and the anger in every breath.

It’s a pathetic existence.

He felt even more so when he recalled those memories of Sejanus. It wasn’t hunger taking over his body, it was depths of an emotion he doesn’t want to name.

“Coriolanus,” her voice beacons him out of his clouded thoughts, “If you want to give scenting a chance, you can always ask me, and if you don’t like it, I’ll never bother you again.” Clemensia rests a hand on his shoulder. “But I think it could really help you.”

For the first time ever, he agrees, “Alright.”

Coriolanus knows how it’s supposed to go. It doesn’t stop him from feeling a bit uneasy when Clemensia scoots closer. Her hand remains on his shoulder but from his tiny nod, it moves up.

She cups the base of his neck, warmth bleeding through his shirt collar. From his twitchiness, the hand remains there, not daring to pull the shirt down for skin contact.

For betas like her, rubbing her wrist near his neck is a sign of trust, of companionship. This close up, he can’t ignore the scent of lavenders. A calming allure that does ease the tension in his muscles.

It’s nothing powerful enough for pack bonding, just a faint wafting over his scent glands. All of it registers Clemensia Dovecote as a friend.

“How do you feel?”

“Less tired, but the same.” She pulls her hand back but he gently catches it. “I still don’t fully understand it all, but thank you Clemensia.”

Their fingers laced together, like they’re little kids on the playground. Clemensia smiles at him and he hopes he mistakes that glint in her eyes as pride. His ego wouldn’t handle one more pitiful face. Yet maybe those brown eyes from before weren’t full of pity. It’s hard for Coriolanus to recognize genuine emotions.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m just glad you’re actually considering it. I do care about you, Coriolanus Snow.”

She says it but it’s still hard to accept. A part of him wants to will away the doubts. The best he can do is push it aside, to deflect.

“So, you and Lysistrata?”

He expects her to deny it, to be a hypocrite for all the teasing she put him through.

Instead she has a small smile, “We’re taking things slow.”

“I didn’t,” he shakes his head, a bit stunned but mostly confused, “I mean I knew you liked girls but you just never mentioned her before.”

She shrugs, “I didn’t think you’d be interested in talking about dating. You’re not the most romantic person.”

Offended, he says impulsively, “I could be.”

“Yeah but do you want to be? It shouldn't be forced or be the product of a situation.”

“I guess I never found the right person.” Coriolanus reads her barely suppressed grin, the cusps of a teasing. “No, it’s still not Sejanus, I don’t want it to be.”

“Why not him?”

“Because Sejanus is… it’s Sejanus.”

“Excellent argument, Coriolanus. You’ve won this debate.”

“Shut it. I still don’t like him.”

“You like his baking.”

“Semantics.”

“But really, Coriolanus, forget the gifts, forget the Districts and the Capitol, and think. Does Sejanus Plinth matter to you?”

He can’t answer that. Too many things spiral around his mind, from boiling wrath to caged fear, a dizzying conflict that’s been building since the moment he met the boy.

This plagues him for the day. It’s a miracle that he’s home when his scent blockers wear off and it releases his distress into the cold air.

Coriolanus never liked his own scent, it adds to the coldness, too sharp in the nose. The scent of lavenders is nearly gone, diminished by the weight of his stress. It’s no longer binding the little peace he gained from their conversation. His scent alone adds to his frustrations, all trying to answer that damning question.

Tigris finds him pacing in his room.

“Coryo, what’s wrong?”

His first instinct is to lie, to tell her that nothing is happening. Everything is normal while he is not. He’s about to build another wall in his head, lock up the thoughts that've been driving him insane.

All sense of control is lost when Tigris reaches over and cups his face. Her scent of dewy grass, of meadows freshly rained upon, it clashes with his own. It doesn’t warm him but a cold sweat builds and clings on his skin.

His thoughts are madness in his head, breaking out of his gritted teeth.

“What’s wrong?” Coriolanus claws at his shirt, digging wrinkles around his heart. “I'm not the wealthy person Clemensia thinks I am. Or the high-standard snob Festus wants to joke with. Persephone?” A wheezy laugh escapes his dry throat. “I don’t want to know what she thinks of me because I only see the worst things in her.”

Tigris sees through him, smarter than he could ever imagine.

She says the name he’s avoiding, breaking something within him, “And Sejanus?”

Coriolanus wants to pry away from her loving hands, something he doesn’t deserve. There are many things he does not deserve, certainly not gifts from the alpha.

“I hate him,” Coriolanus repeats, “I hate how he knows me. Sejanus made this stupid bet knowing that I’ll win and I did.” He can’t stand the look in Tigris’ eyes, his gaze sets onto his drawer. “I made him go away. I’m terrible to him but…”

Does Sejanus Plinth matter to him?

Yes, Sejanus does matter, but that’s not what’s running rampant in his head.

“…I don’t understand how I matter to him.”

It’s the reverse of Clemensia's question.

He couldn’t tell her the truth, that Sejanus has been feeding him small snacks. Each and every little food matters to him, it all means another day of survival.

But Coriolanus pushed Sejanus away even with the consequences that he would end his charity. Sejanus would understand the power of his money, of his kindness, and how Coriolanus cannot pay that price.

“He’s so kind that it’s pathetic but I rely on it.” Coriolanus shuts his eyes, needing to see darkness and not the reality of his world. “I couldn’t accept any more from him, Tigris. I’ll end up needing him. I won’t be able to let him go.”

The worst part is, Coriolanus thinks it’s already happening.

He kept Sejanus’ little handkerchief next to his mother’s compact.

Nutmeg and roses can lull him to rest and haunt him throughout his wake.

It feels worse than starving.

Coriolanus knows what hunger feels like. It is a familiar entity that lives in him for years.

Drained of energy and sanity, easy to lash out and be more of a mess.

Starving isn’t about helplessness, it’s proof that you are unable to live. It’s dying a little bit more each day. Then out of pure spite and sheer will, force the body to eat at itself. Food won’t instantly heal him, it will only weigh down the spiderwebs in his stomach until they snap. Every bone and tissue of flesh will break down.

The inevitability scares him.

This body isn’t meant to survive, it can only be stalled. Coriolanus’s only way of survival is to distrust everyone outside his circle. He has never learned otherwise. Kindness is hard to swallow when pride bites at the hand that feeds.

“I don’t want to depend on someone who can one day ruin me.”

It’s the loss of control of his own emotions, of owing pieces of himself to someone, of an endless debt he cannot climb out of.

“Coryo.” He feels Tigris lay her head on his collarbone, her hands sliding down to hold on his shoulders. “It’s okay to need things, to need others. I know you’re used to doing everything on your own. You had to lie to your friends about how we live, but they will still care about you. Has Sejanus ever done anything like you’ve feared?”

No.

The daunting truth is that Sejanus Plinth has shown nothing but his best qualities. Coriolanus has pushed at him numerous times and Sejanus has only been gentle and compliant in return.

Still, that can all end because of how much of a paranoid creature Coriolanus is.

There is no such thing as having faith in others.

Only an anxiety that corrupts his mind. It pins down everyone in sight as an enemy, a threat. Everyone except the woman before him.

Coriolanus opens his eyes, overwhelmed by the pure love Tigris holds for him.

“You matter to me, Coryo. Beyond money or food.” Her scent lingers over his neck, easing away the weighty sharpness of his own. “You can’t see how much you matter to Sejanus or your friends. I can’t speak for them but they gave you their scent and you kept it.”

Nutmeg and lavenders, the only scents he has ever accepted outside of his family.

“I couldn’t ask for it,” Coriolanus feels stupid to admit it but it’s what’s real for him. “I couldn’t make myself ask because I didn't want to be close with anyone.”

But he can’t let them go.

It’s a possessiveness that’s under his skin. He doesn’t know if this is innate to all dynamics or it’s unique to his own control-seeking desperation.

“I have to keep performing out there, Ti, make sure that no one hates me or likes me too much. I have to keep being at the top or else…”

It’s easy to imagine the endless starvation, how the cold invites itself into his bones. That is always his worst case scenario, thrusted back into his childhood nightmare of emptiness. With no chance of ever regaining a semblance of his former life.

He’ll end up all alone.

Tigris interprets his fears in a different light.

“Is that why you’ve never had a heat? You don’t trust anyone?”

Heats, a burning sensation akin to a fever but ultimately a phase of utter peace and serenity. Scents get stronger, they emote so much love and tenderness that desires reciprocation.

Omegas can only go into heat when they feel safe.

Coriolanus Snow has never felt safe in his life. He doesn’t know if he ever will.

The usual excuses were on the tip of his tongue. That heats are a waste of time and energy. Simple as that. Life is better off if Coriolanus never knows what that type of warmth and vulnerability feels like. Besides, he never once had any nesting tendencies or any scents to make a nest.

He thinks he has abbreviated those justifications to Tigris before, mostly to point out that they don’t have enough food to cover for it.

But here in, shedding away his armor pieces, Coriolanus is honest to the person who protects him.

“I don’t think I can.”

It’s not shame or anger that sinks into him. Speaking those words out loud made Coriolanus painfully aware of how sad and pathetic he truly is.

Arachne was right, he’s a terrible omega.

He dares not cry at this revelation, no, he’s not that devastated but there is an emptiness craving inside of him. An apathy that is really fear in disguise, telling him that he’s incapable of love and trust.

Tigris’ comfort does little to help, letting her scent overpower his own so that he can stop choking on it.

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pracstyles · 3 years

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They don't know about us (3)

part 1 and part 2

warning: angst

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(Present time)

It's been one week since I interviewed James. A whole week where I found that Harry Styles, my ex, has agreed to sing a solo with me. Ginny has been a little inattentive to me after I had shouted at her in James’ studio and then again when we came back home.

But she doesn't know why I am angry at her. She might think of me as a psychotic woman whose having hormonal mood swings, but it should remain that way. If more people would get to know about my past with Harry, chance of more gossips is high.

It isn't like I never tried to talk to Harry after that day. I tried contacting him but it was like he had disappeared with the rest of his team.

Then, Brits awards happened.

In the hope of finding him there because One Direction was also nominated, I went there. I even saw them. All seated, dressed nicely, and smiling like nothing was wrong or happened just a month ago.

Harry looked so handsome. I had wished to hug him and kiss his pink lips instead of yelling for leaving me. All my anger had died down the moment when my eyes trailed to him.

Nothing much changed since last I saw him nor did I expected.

My body went so giddy at the sight of him. As if I wasn't been dumped by him a month ago, I was believing everything would come to a good end after I'd clear things with him.

My chest pained when he never once looked at my way while I was ogling him throughout the show. Even when I received an award, my eyes still desired for him but he was looking down.

When the ceremony got over, I walked inside the after-party, my eyes stretched at every corner for him. And I did found him. It was Harry, the same green eyes that once used to look at me with love were now looking at someone else with that same emotion.

His arm was wrapped around a girl’s waist, pulling him so closely. It wasn't any girl. She was Melinda Hugh, a high-paid model of the UK.

I still tricked myself by at least going there and talking things out, maybe, he had really something to say or a good reason to left unannounced that day. Laughter zeroed down when I had walked near the group. Only Melinda greeted me with a welcoming smile on her red tainted lips as I felt the stares of the rest.

“Why?” Out of the pressure building in my gut, I only let out a word. He knew it was for him because I saw a flicker of whirling emotions in his eyes until he hid it.

Harry tilted his head, leaving his grip from Melinda’s. “I had already apologized for that, Miss L/N.”

My heart broke a little by the coldness he spoke with but I didn't lose hope. Rather than making assumptions in my mind, I asked him once again to explain.

I hope he would just say ‘April Fool!’ or ‘I was pranking you!’ any moment but the month was February, wasn’t April and he wouldn’t surely prank for a whole damn month, right?

But the cruel words he had spoken left imprinted in my heart.

“No Y/N, I just dated you for the publicity stunt. As you never agreed to be social about it so I left. Didn't want to waste time on you.”

I watched the guilt and pain in the boy’s eyes as they quickly faded it away, giving me one of those fake smiles.

And then, his next words shattered my already broken heart.

“Jack told my management that you are someone that can be loved and trusted easily. So, I dated you but found out you are quite a stubborn lady.”

And then I realized, the world wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies when you become famous. You have money, money to buy everything but reality. The more famous you get, the more backstabbers you gain every time.

Only one thing came out good after that day, I had fired Jack. He deserved that as he had practically attempted selling me.

It's been two years and still, my body reacts the same, the same chills when his words come in my mind.

I look down at my shaking hands. Rubbing them together, I start ebbing my panic attack down. My chest stuff together, lungs squeezing and I take a huge gust of breaths.

Looking around my studio, I raise my hands towards the stool in front of me, trying to reach for my pills but utter disappointment get upon me when can't reach. It is too far away from where I'm sitting.

I am stuck again. Why I had to remember my past again? Reminiscing everything that had happened two years ago has impacted me, especially my health. Now I get panic attacks. Any small thing that remembers me of him, I get triggered.

Thanks to Harry Styles.

Finally, my fingers are able to pry on the pills as I pick up the small box and open it, clattering out two pills on my palm.

The instant I am about to swallow them, I hear the door being pulled open. Quickly, I gulp them down and heave to sit on my chair, grabbing my guitar.

“Y/N.”

My gaze raise, my breathing hitched into my throat. Standing at the door is none other than Harry Styles. He wears a loose yellow floral shirt, it's one side of the hem tucking inside his high-waisted white pants, another side lazily hanging low to the waistband.

He looks the same, the same glow and beauty. Only the style of his clothing has changed, making him a fully new person.

To be honest, I have spent crying uncountable nights on him but I never tried chasing him or his whereabouts after the award show.

I let him be. Then, the whole world went upset when Zayn Malik left the band just months after that award show where I had last saw him. When the year was almost rolling to an end, the whole band announced them in hiatus.

But that didn't phase me a little bit. For me, why I had to worry for the people who were not worried a least before destroying my life.

“Harry.” My voice breaks as I try to be confident.

He nods, a little sad smile playing on his lips. Ginny has arranged this meeting through Harry's manager. Though she said she would be here with me, she never came.

I am alone with Harry inside my empty studio, the reddish-orange rays of sun appearing through the windows as night sky concluded to arise.

“Sit, please.” I look behind him and notice the absence of his manager.

“Where is Jeffrey? Your manager?”

“Uhm...He’s got a family emergency. Hope you will be fine with me.” He scratches the back of his neck. No, Harry. I won’t be fine with you here.

When I nod hesitantly, he takes a seat on the stool front of me.

“Ginny gave me the directions to your studio — ”

“Why are you here? And don't give the crap that you wanted to duet a song with me.” I blurt out.

His eyes water immediately as I stare blankly at him. The uncomfortable feeling lingering around the room is affecting me, having me to know the real reason why he came.

“You could have said no when you got that call from my manager. But you didn't. You just came here, chin up like everything is alright with us. Did you really forget what happened — what you did to me? Or maybe, you have this fucking mind issue to forget because I might want it too and you know why? Because I can't neglect things that especially you’ve caused!”

A tear drops on his cheek and at the same time, I feel the wetness too under my lashes. My fingers wipe them harshly. Why should show him any sign of weakness when he is the one who inflicted it?

But my damn eyes don't stop and nor his.

Soon, my legs give up as I let out a guttural cry, falling to the ground on the soft carpet and I hear the same sound of sob coming from him.

Harry Styles was crying too.

“I came here for this, Y/N.” He says in between the cries, signaling the distance between us with his hands. “I knew you would burst on me. I knew you have a lot to say to me and I know I deserve this all. I came here to apologize...” I now sense his closeness as he crawls to me. "Love, 'm sorry. Forgive me."

“You want to say fucking sorry?” I look at him straight, angry tears rushing down. “You are damn late. Two years late for that shit. And even if you are sorry then it is beyond me to forgive you. I had to suffer so much because of you. I am still suffering. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!”

“Please, Y/N. Listen to me for once. I didn't do that purposely. I had a reason.”

“Harry, tell me you have approved of this duet because now you want your reputation in the music industry as a solo artist. I know you so well. You selfish bastard! Won’t stop till you get all you want!” I rub my cheeks roughly.

“I don't want anything, Y/N. Please hear me out — ”

“What do you want now, huh? Money? Or do you want to see me hurt again?”

“OH FOR GOD’S SAKE, I WANT ONLY YOU!”

I stop, my chest pants from the shouting before. He looks furious, his eyes red and puffed and his fingers griping tightly on his hair.

"I don't know what to do. I'd never do that to you. I had a reason. Please listen."

“Harry. Get out.” I mutter, gritting my teeth. I turn my eyes away from him, thinking how can I go home and probably forget this encounter with him. I don't know why in the first place I agreed for him. I should have just told Ginny to cancel this meeting.

Due to the months I had spent with Harry all those years, one thing was clear that he was stubborn. He never fought with me when we were together because he was so stubborn to even make his own point, too contrary to let me sleep in another room if I was angry with him. He'd always say sorry in hope to solve everything on that day only.

That was the time I thought he truly loved me to break our bond in those petty fights of ours but I was wrong. He behaved that way so that I couldn't go before the public stunt would become a success.

Least to say, it is not a bit surprise that he is still the same stubborn arse I had once dated. I can feel his eyes on me. After telling him to go, he still hasn't.

“The management we had for our band, they told me to do it.”

“What?” I force myself to face him again.

“Y/N, please believe me when I say this.” He says, watching my shocked expression hopelessly. “Will you trust me?”

Reality of past dawn upon me and I shake my head in denial. “No! Not this time. I will not fall for your trap again, Harry. Please just go.”

“It has been eating me alive, Y/N. For not be able to talk to you. I spent two years of my life, feeling nothing and numb because you weren't with me.”

I sniffle loudly. I have no words to say except staring at him. He is blaming his previous management for this. My mouth open to speak, to argue with him but he cuts me off.

“Zayn left the band because of his health issues and then management forcing him to look good in front of public eyes took a lot burden on him, so he left. Then, we decided it would be best if we do the same. Niall, Liam, and Louis wanted to break free from the grip of the management. Our families agreed on this too, Y/N. We weren’t happy.”

“Are you now?” I asked in a small voice, rather collected.

He sighs. “I feel relieved, yes but guilt is still there for what I did to you.”

“Was it really the management, Harry? How can I tell that you are not lying?”

His shoulders slump down. “You can ask my mum if you want. She still adores you the same way she used to. She listens to your music, you know.”

I chuckle lowly and the tears that my eyes were restraining just discharged. I miss Anne so much, all because of his son.

“The management was threatening me. They gave me the duration to date you and show off to the world. But when you said you needed a month, they told me to leave that instant. They never knew I was in love with you. I begged them to give me some more time but in the end, they needed me to date that model, Melinda. The agreement was already been done from her side.”

“Where were you after leaving the band?”

He shuffles on his feet and faces me with a smile.

“I tried contacting you afterwards. With all of the pressure of my new career, I attempted so many times to reach a big star like you." A chuckle escapes from his throat when my lips form into a shy smile. "A year later, my mum told me to stop. She thought it was taking away my sanity. Then, I went to Jamaica to write songs and few days ago, I auditioned for a movie too.”

“Well, how did it go?” I ask, quite impressed how he's able to change his life. Also, I’ve never looked at Harry as an actor so it is probably came as a shock to me.

He curves his lower lip outside and shrugs. “I think I did pretty okay. The list for the casting will be out soon though.”

“Wow.” I glance at him and he watches me with the same stare making me quickly lock my eyes to the floor as I begin plucking on the carpet fabric. “Never thought you had so many talents.”

I hear no reply. An inch of silence lagged inside the room and I dare not to peek up at him. Suddenly, I feel him shuffling closer to me. His tattooed wrist first comes in my vision as he traces my fingers and I hesitatingly look up, straight to his soul-soothing eyes.

“Y/N, do you trust me?” His raspy voice snaps me and I breath out a sigh.

“I just need you to trust me one more time. I will never let anything happen to you or us. Please, Y/N. I need you in my life. You’re my medicine, only you.”

"It will take some time, Harry. Even what you did was not on your hands, I still think of you as a culprit. You hurt me."

Raising his hand, he quickly wipes my tears, nodding in the process. "I will give you all my time. Just give me one more chance."

Taking a deep breath, I swallow hard, my breathing bluntly shallowed down. Then, I think of a decision I would have never ponder over in the future. All those therapies, pills, nightmares of him leaving me on the loop, going down the drain as I sense my inner self saying, "Fuck it, just do it!"

My lips curve upwards as I nod slowly. “Just one more chance is all you have, Harry Styles.”

“And that will be enough for many lifetimes.” He gazes at me, happiness lingering inside his hazel green orbs.

That night we yet again savored each other, me telling about my panic attacks and him saying sorry uncountable times.

He is the same Harry I had fall in love with once, minus the skinny black jeans and long hair.

I love him regardless.

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princessphilly · 3 years

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Word Count: 1975 (you know I start small then build up)

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CW: people failing to be mean, some angst. We are still rated pg-13 but we will be hitting NC-17 soon.

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It’s okay to admit that you are enough. It’s also okay to struggle with admitting that to yourself. At least, that’s what I learned when Meghan Markle still had her old blog, The Tig, up online before she became the Duchess of Sussex. Honestly, she’s one of my goals; her father is a trip and she’s managed to live well despite his issues. I’d like to be able to do whatever she did with my mom. - journal 9/2

“The man over there says thanks.”

Jamila looked at the waiter, confused. “Um, okay,” she questioned as she looked where the waiter was discreetly pointing. A tall, brown haired guy raised a whiskey neat in salute. Jamila gave him a tentative grin. After the waiter left, she hissed, “I didn’t send him a drink, Lisa! What the hell?”

Jamila had to admit he was attractive but not her usual type. Her type was the outdoorsy type, the kind who could fish, hunt, and actually be able to live off the land if society collapsed overnight. This guy… he looked like money and power, the kind to hire someone to take care of him.

After a moment, it became obvious what happened as Alyssa and Frances came back over. Jamila put on her best movie-star fake smile as those two came by. They were the worst kind of people; backstabbers who even when they got caught, still got away with it because they knew how to suck up to the people in power. Jamila knew exactly why they didn’t like her: she had enough fame left over that she didn’t need to be their friend to earn a good reputation in their phD program.

“Meet any nice guys,” Frances asked with a sly smirk on her face.

Jamila gave Lisa a sideways look as Alyssa said, “I mean, there’s Jonathan Toews, he’s single. I bet he’d be interested in a washed-up actress.”

“Hmmm, I have no idea who you are talking about,” Jamila honestly said.

Alyssa smirked as she replied, “He plays for the Blackhawks, Meena.”

Jamila grit her teeth as Alyssa used her first name. She hated when people used her first name, it brought up too many bad memories. Before she could reply, the attractive brown-haired guy was standing next to her with a faint grin on his face. “Um, hi,” Jamila said as Lisa, Alyssa, and Frances stared at him.

“I figured I’d say hi after you sent me that drink. I would have bought you one but I don’t know what you’re drinking and it wouldn’t be nice to assume. My name is Jonathan,” he said with a flirtatious wink.

Jamila hesitantly replied, “My name is Jamila and I’m just drinking merlot tonight.”

“Another glass,” Jonathan asked, his deep voice doing things to Jamila’s insides. She bit her lip as she looked at him, trying to decide if she wanted to encourage him or not.

“Sure.”

As he found a waiter, Jamila looked at Lisa. Lisa motioned to her phone and Jamila checked her screen. That’s jonathan toews, the guy those bitches were talking about. He plays hockey and is the captain of the blackhawks

Jamila texted back, what is hockey n y should i care

Then the waiter came with a fresh glass of merlot and Jonathan passed it to her. Jamila took a deep sip, loving the taste. Merlot was truly her favorite and they had a good house vintage. Jonathan asked, “Are you new to Chicago?”

“I’ve been here for a year. It’s alright,” Jamila replied. “This is my first time going out on the North Side though.”

Jonathan gave Jamila a slow smile and her breath caught. He definitely was attractive but not her usual type. He said, “Then that’s why we’ve never met til now. I would have definitely remembered such a beautiful woman if I saw you before.”

Jamila giggled. “That’s a good one. You get one point for that.”

“Just one point? Is it an assist or a goal?”

“Um,” Jamila stalled. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

The sly smile on Jonathan’s face turned into a wide smile. This girl was not only hot but he could tell that she was truly clueless about hockey. Tonight was a win-win for him. “I’m going to assume it’s a goal then.”

“Okay.” Jamila shrugged as she took another sip of her wine. “I’m still not completely impressed so you still need to work on it.”

Jonathan laughed, causing some people to turn towards them. Jamila caught Alyssa and Frances giving her the evil eye and she smirked. Reaching out a hand, she touched Jonathan’s upper arm. Jamila had no idea what hockey was but whatever it was, he definitely was built. Jamila turned slightly as she rubbed his arm, making sure that those two bitches could see that she was touching him.

“You like what you feel,” Jonathan asked, his voice slightly deeper with a sultry tone.

Unable to resist the bait, Jamila replied, “Of course,” licking her lips. There was no problem in flirting with him, she thought to herself as he smirked at her.

Jonathan’s eyes were on her lips. She had full lips, made for kissing. Jamila wasn’t his usual type but Jonathan didn’t have a problem with that. “There’s more that you can-,” he started before someone bellowed, “TAZER!”

Jamila whipped around towards the sound, annoyed to have been interrupted before her attention was caught by the kind of guy of her dreams. He was tall, auburn haired, and looked like a lumberjack. He was perfection and he came over to them.

“Duncs,” Jonathan called.

The lumberjack said, “Heyy Tazer.”

Jamila smiled. Maybe this whole drink mix-up thing was working out for her, she thought until she saw her LA friend, Shan, come up behind this Duncs guy. Shan’s brother Alex was with them, his ever present backwards cap covering his hair.

Jonathan loved Duncs as a brother but right now, he was annoyed and pissed. He had been close to sealing the deal but Jamila was now looking at Duncs like he was the last man on earth. Then Jamila gave him a brilliant smile and Jonathan suddenly realized that he was totally fucked.

“Hi,” Jamila purred, forgetting that her hand was still on Jonathan’s bicep. Duncan looked at that and raised an eyebrow at his captain. Jonathan gave him a glare and Duncan made a motion with his hands.

Before Duncan could reply, Shan yelled, “Jamillllaaa!! Long time no see!”

“Hi Shan,” Jamila drily replied, glad she used her preferred name instead of her first name. Shan was a fellow child actress, a Canadian who managed to get supporting roles at Disney over the years before transitioning to a character actress when she became an adult. Shan was the only one whose parents were actually on-set all of the time and paid attention to what was going on. Consequently, Shan was the only one who didn’t have substance abuse problems, etc. and the only one from her former shows that Jamila kept in contact with.

Jonathan looked at Shan and Jamila. “You two know each other?”

Shan drunkenly giggled as Alex closed his eyes. “We were both Disney kids back in the day.”

Jamila sardonically smiled. “Those were fun days.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex replied. “Shan’s got a role in one of the next Marvel movies so she decided to celebrate.”

“Congratulations,” Jamila sincerely stated. Getting a role in the MCU was a steady check and something to celebrate. Then Jonathan took a double take and looked at her and Jamila groaned. He bit one of his thin lips and then he smirked before putting a finger to his mouth. Jamila exhaled and gave him her biggest smile. He recognized her but he didn’t say anything. Jamila leaned over and whispered into Jonathan’s ear, “You just got a second point.”

“Then maybe you should let me have your number,” Jonathan purred into Jamila’s ear.

Jamila smirked, rolling her eyes but before she could respond, Shan slurred, “Wow, Jamila, you waste no time. You were just telling me yesterday that you didn’t know a damn thing about hockey and tonight, you’re talking with Captain Serious.”

Jonathan wanted to shake his teammate’s sister because Jamila shut down, pursing her lips.

Oblivious, Shan continued, “Now, you don’t have an excuse not to go with my brother to the bowling thing.”

Alex face-palmed as Jamila pinched the bridge of her nose. She had totally forgotten about that and of course, when Shan was drunk, she was loud and obnoxious.

Pasting her best fake smile on her face, Jamila said, “I think it’s time for me to go.”

“So soon,” Duncan teased.

Jamila smirked at him, looking him up and down. “I need my beauty rest and to not strangle my friend.”

Jonathan gritted his teeth as he watched Jamila eye his friend. Then she turned to him and blew him a kiss. “It was nice to meet you, Jonathan,” Jamila said, giving him a wink.

Jonathan smiled back and Jamila was taken aback for a moment. There was a promise in those dark brown eyes and she felt her body begin to respond. Then he licked his lips and for a moment, all Jamila could think about was maybe those lips on her body. Slightly shaking her head, Jamila waved her fingers before going to call an Uber. This was a night.

After getting home, Jamila tossed her bag onto her front table. She suddenly felt exhausted even though it was barely after 11:30pm. Walking into her living room, Jamila saw her other cell phone glowing. Picking it up, she cursed. There were fifteen messages and ten missed calls, all from Janine. The messages started off nice, asking how Jamila was doing to nasty, calling her all kinds of names for not picking up and giving her “mother” money.

Tossing the phone back onto the table, Jamila sighed. Getting a separate cell phone just for her mother’s calls was the best but it was draining just to look at it.

Janine Brown was a bit actress, stage-mother, and now two-bit manager. Janine had always wanted to be an actress, even when she was attending grad school at MIT for physics. There, she met Jayesh Vyas, a student earning a PhD in computer engineering. Within six months, they were married and expecting a child; after two years, they were divorced after pressure from Jayesh’s parents. Jayesh returned to India and Janine was stuck with an 11 month old baby with dimples made of gold.

By the time that Jamila could remember, she was in front of a camera. Her life as a child was in front of a camera; first as the adorable adopted child in Granger vs Granger, then the youngest kid in The Elliot Show as a young child. Then from age 12 to 17, Jamila starred as Jane Lee in the Disney show, Plain Jane. School was on set. Birthdays were celebrated on set. Everything revolved around a set year round until right after Jamila’s 17th birthday.

The aftermath of that birthday was a stay in rehab, a cancelled show, and living with her dad and stepmom full time in Atlanta.

Jamila promptly deleted all the messages and voicemails before going on online banking. After authorizing a transfer to Janine’s account, Jamila showered, put on pajamas, and grabbed her pink Lepidolite and pink quartz crystals. Sitting cross legged, Jamila worked to calm her anxiety so that she could have a restful night sleep.

But in her dreams, she tried to focus on a pair of blue eyes and a lumberjack look. However, she kept dreaming of a pair of deep obsidian brown eyes, a crooked smile, and a deep voice telling her everything he was going to do to her

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Lacuna - Epilogue (f.o)

summary: they say the odds tend to favor those who need them. well, they were wrong.

warnings; swearing.

wc; 2.5k

NOTES; I give reader a last name to fit the world.

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You take a deep breath, readjusting in the heels. Lately, you’ve been wearing them a lot again. They’ve begun to make your feet sore and leave blisters on the back of your heels. If you’re lucky, you won’t start bleeding. No matter the medicine that Elysia provides, they always seem to bleed or form again.

Lucky for you, it’s nearing the end of the tour. This district, and then twelve, and then you’re back home to enjoy your house. They’ll still come around to pester you about how you’re doing. But that will be fine, you’ll answer the questions like you have before. They’ll be bored of you by next year.

There’s no reason for them to ask Finnick questions. He’s with Caesar almost every single night, on his talk show. Then there’s the little news anchors, and all the other tv shows where he has an opportunity to show up. You don’t know if it’s an act anymore, or if it’s who he really is.

He’s all he ever was during the interviews, the mask seems to have stuck. He’s charming, and confident, and so goddamn cocky. He’s got all the girls in your district swooning over him, even if they can’t watch his shows, the news, or Caesar’s fucking talk show. The boy you knew to hate everything about the Capitol is gone.

The question is if this is who he was all along. If he loved the Capitol, and the riches, because it looks like it. You stopped seeing the wave ring he was supposed to be wearing--he promised you before he left that he would wear it every time he knew he’d be publicly appearing. He replaced it with something else, the sign of the Capitol.

They wouldn’t have forced him to replace it, because they’re always broadcasting your love story. There’s continuous love notes from Finnick, either him writing them on the show, or just saying it straight out. Some of the time the cameras will come around and you’ll stand out there in the snow and pretend like you’re in love. You manage to do well each time, they can’t tell if you’re blushing or if it's just the weather.

In reality, your love for him is turning to ice. Freezing in place, and when the summer comes around, it’ll melt for him when--if--he comes back to help you with mentoring. You don’t plan to let it blossom again in the summer, you plan to end it as soon as you’re face to face with Finnick.

Because while he’s in the Capitol, enjoying every moment of being showered with money and love from the Capitol people. While he’s going on talk shows and getting to know the enemy more, the people that had gotten his family killed. While he’s replacing a ring with sentimental value with something new and shiny from the Capitol.

While he’s out there with other girls that aren’t you. And professing his undying love on that same talk show instead of in person. And ignoring all the letters of you send him begging him to come home. And then bailing on you.

You’re doing the tour alone. You’re doing the speeches and taking the plaques and faking smiles and pretending you’re enjoying yourself. You’re facing the families both you and him killed together or seperate. You’re meeting the victors who absolutely despise you and the families that want to kill you.

You’re burning flowers in the train bathroom at night and fighting all instincts to ruin the fucking trophies that belong to him. But since he’s so sickeningly into the Capitol, you keep them and throw them into his empty bed. They clatter and clink when they’re up against each other, but they never dent or break.

You’re having nightmares about dying in the arena. About watching Finnick catch typhoid and it being your mistake. Watching him turn pale and weak from your dumbass mistake. You dying from hanging like Lennox or the girl that you had trapped in that net. What about being strung out like leather to be torn apart by bears or being awake for half a second as someone you thought was an ally drives a knife into the back of your head.

Or an innocent twelve year old boy who just wants to go home to his mom and dad. The girl you beheaded at the beginning. What if that had been Finnick or one of the others when you swung too early? You watch yourself kill these people, and take their places right after.

And this is all happening because Finnick had broken his promise of being on the tour with you. If he were to show up now, you would tell him to go home. Tell him that you never want to see or talk to him again, and you mean it. Because knowing that he broke all those promises that you guys made to each other so blatantly is so damn painful.

Finnick gets to enjoy his Capitol people. The nice clothes from his designers and wake up in a comfy bed every morning, fully rested. Or at least he’s rested enough to be sane for the entire day. You, on the other hand, are nowhere near sane.

Last night you had skipped sleeping, and found different ways to keep yourself awake. The first and the only one being, making a giant list of the things that you wouldn’t have minded trying with Finnick. Touring the Capitol together, going to the beach, getting engaged, married, having kids. Getting matching tattoos or some dumb cosmetic thing that would alter you. Officially welcome him to your family.

The list was long, and you folded it up neatly and handed it to Elysia to pass on to Finnick when she’d see him. That’ll be in a couple of days, but it’ll be sooner than you’re prepared for. You have district eleven, then twelve, and then you’ll take the train home. There, you’ll make a small appearance and give a speech or something. After that you’ll be left in the dark permanently. People will be excited for what’s to come.

One of them being, this will be your first year mentoring, and it looks like you’ll be doing it alone. It was one of the things on the list, mentoring with Finnick and getting those kids skilled enough to win. Make a streak or something, a challenge for the other districts to beat four. The houses would be full, every year families will be fed for a couple of days without worry of going hungry.

It’s not going to happen. You’re going to take over for Mags, accept the fact that you’ll be teaching these kids alone, and you’ll be forced to watch it all happen. It’ll go from Mags watching kids die, to you watching. Because in reality, it was mostly luck in the arena.

You’ve come up with an idea while you’ve been on this tour, thinking about how each person has died, and you decided that you’ll make a class almost. One that kids can tune in and out of any time. Where you teach them to tie knots and throw knives, start fires and prepare food. How to make shelter out of scarce items, how to avoid getting sick and all of that.

A pre-preparation class. You teach these kids, all this information, and then when they’re finally picked you get to expand on it all. You get to show them extra things that you haven't taught before. You show them how to get sponsors, and make friends that you’ll need.

You’re sure that the other districts are going to be very careful when it comes to alliances from now on. There’s going to be a reason why you don’t invite four to the alliance pack, and that’s because you and Finnick were a bunch of backstabbers. Gloss and Cashmere will see this, and they’ll decide that they won’t let it happen again. Hell, you guys might be the target from now on. Take out three to avoid the chances of you guys even making allies in the first place.

On that list you had made for Finnick, with all the things you wanted to do with him, you ended it quite bitterly. Like this is a warning for what’s to come when you do see him next. Even if he doesn’t come back any time soon, you’ll go to him. You’ll show up with Caesar on their own personal talk show and you’ll throw it in his face. Say it’s over and it will never be what it was. That you had done all the work while he had all the fun.

The celebrations, the victory tour, the after-interviews. And now you’ll be mentoring people all while he gets to party in the Capitol. What a joke. Especially to think that only a couple of months ago he was crying on your shoulder about it. You can’t believe that you were sympathetic in the slightest.

At the bottom of the list you wrote ‘but none of this will ever happen, and maybe that’s for the better’. It’ll be a slap to the face, maybe it’ll actually get him to respond to anything you’ve sent him.

Him reading those love poems with Caesar aren’t responses. Because you ask him genuine questions, and you elaborate on what’s going on. You try to plan out things, like him visiting and when it’d work best based on Elysia’s schedule. You tell him when the Victory Tour is and when he should be at the district. Days before so that he’ll be able to properly adjust and you can give him advice on how to take care of it.

The doors suddenly open, and you hear the clapping and the few cheers. On your walk down the stairs to the stage, you can see the faces of the people that belong to district eleven. You can see the hatred in their eyes and they want to come up here and kill you. There’s a wall of peacekeepers that keep them down, though.

You get passed some flowers, you thank the girl that hands them to you. Obviously the other girl has no clue what to do, since Finnick isn’t here to take them. The memo hasn’t passed even though you’ve been on this tour for weeks. Finnick is a no-show, just like he will be in district twelve.

When you step up to the microphone you pull out the cards that you had wrote yourself. They don’t seem so smart now that you’re staring at their families. But you take a deep breath, let it out and begin.

You have no fear of speaking in front of people. They could give you the entire nation in one huge district and you’d still be able to talk fine. But there’s a difference between one large crowd of people you don’t know, versus people that have watched you kill their kids.

At the end is when you begin to stumble a little bit, the speech being too long. You manage to clean it up last minute, and offer the crowd one winning smile. They clap and some cheer but you know that it’s to make it look like they’re cooperating. You wonder if they know that you wouldn’t have killed the boy from eleven if you had the chance. That you had saved Thyme, even if in the end you cheered when she was the one dead.

You’re about to wrap it up, but the sound of footsteps stop you, and when you look over your shoulder, the smile on your face drops. Seeing him here, on this stage is infuriating. Him showing up because of Thyme has already got you seeing red.

He tries to smile at you, and go to offer you a small hug and possibly a kiss with that, but you stop him. You don’t want him. You don’t want him after all that has happened.

Because this is salt on the ice. You’re going to explode if he lays a finger on you. You’re going to explode simply at the sight of him. And at the thought of him coming here to give a speech because of Thyme.

In fact, you lean forward to the mic, “Thank you, District Eleven for your tributes.” and then you hike up your dress as you turn to the staircase.

The people are obviously confused, there are a few people who clap. You watch as the peacekeepers move out of the way for you. The doors open and Elysia is standing inside with her mouth open.

“What was that?” she asks, motioning behind you.

You breeze past her, already tearing off the bracelets, earrings, rings, and everything else. Laurel is standing there with a box for everything, holding it out as she watches you toss the jewelry in, ignoring being careful. Next are the heels, that you trade for flats.

Beth holds out regular clothes for you, and you hear the door to the building open, from the same place you came in. One the door clicks shut, you turn to look over your shoulder, and he stands there with his hands out in a reasoning position. But you’re beyond reasoning right now.

“No, Finnick.” you snarl at him, but the angry tears are forming in your eyes, and your throat is closing up, “You don’t get to show up at District Eleven’s part of the tour, and expect me to kiss you in front of them. Especially when I know that you’re here for her!”

Finnick is silent, and you take in a gasp of air because you’re sobbing already, “You enjoy tonight. Enjoy the festivities because this is what you’re here for. Your stupid fucking flowers and plaques and certificates that I had to collect for you, are on your bed in the train.”

“(Y/n)--”

“I told you when we’d be going on the tour and I’ve had to do it alone for ten different fucking district, Finnick!” you go forward, shoving Finnick and watching him stumble, “I’m facing the families of the tributes you killed!” you shove him again, this time he falls, the peacekeepers move forward, “In fact, I saw all of them for you! You didn’t kill Thyme so she doesn’t fucking count!”

“That’s enough, (Y/n).” Elysia tries, but you’re not done.

“Go home Finnick.”

“I am home--”

“Not with me you’re not.” you snap at him, “Your home is the Capitol, and you know what? You can fuckign stay there for all I care. You can also move back into your own goddamn house, since you’re never home anyway. There’s no point in keeping your stuff in my house if we’re not together anymore.”

The tears gather in Finnick’s eyes, and you’re tired of it. You’re not going to be sucked right back into this, “Please.”

“We’ve over Finnick. Party like you’ll never see the sun tonight, because you’re not going to district twelve with me. You’ll be going back to the Capitol.”

You turn again, leaving for some adjacent room in the building. Waiting for your tears to spill over, but they dry.

You’re over it.

LACUNA IS THE FIRST VERSION OF BELAMOUR

//MASTERLIST//

#ilguna #lacuna #finnick odair #lacuna epilogue

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youaremyfavouritepain · 2 years

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You Know What? Yes, i've changed, i'm not as nice as i used to be, because i don't want to get used or walked over. I don't trust everyone and tell them my secrets, b/c behind every fake smile there a backstabber. I distance myself from people because in the end, they're only going to leave. I have changed because i have realised that i'm the only person I Can Depend On.

- NicK 05-Jan-2022 04:13 AM

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 1 "Pilot" & Ep 2 "Hell Week"(Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

Something really bad happened.

Did you just get your period all over yourself?

This isn't my blood.

Who told you you could have a baby here tonight?

I'm sure I can walk if I can just get some Gatorade.

I don't care if you can walk.

How are we supposed to get you to the front door without everyone seeing you all gross and postpartum?

No one wants to see that at a party.

This is super embarrassing.

I didn't even know I was pregnant.

You guys, they're playing "Waterfalls."

Is that a baby? Amazing.

I am not missing "Waterfalls" for this. "Waterfalls" is my jam.

Give the baby some mojito to quiet it down.

How do you know she's dead?

These are my minions. I don't know their names. I don't want to know their names.

I have a colonic at 10

Life is a class system.

Oh, still a lot of puke to scrub.

Yeah, you have an amazing skill at telling people what they need to hear.

I'm sorry. Did I ask you to pull down my panties and blow a compliment up my butt?

I hate sororities, and I hate you.

First of all, I'm not a lesbian.

You see, out in the real world, people just don't talk that way to other people. It's not normal.

Well, that sure sounds suspicious.

No one forced that goat to get as drunk as it got.

Historically, short people are sneaky backstabbers, like Napoleon or Paul Shaffer.

I could actually handle that you're built like a Thai ladyboy, but what I can't stand is that you think you're my heir apparent.

Don't you want me to spray-tan you?

I would honestly rather not have you around.

The police still can't figure out who filled that tank with hydrochloric acid.

It's good enough for me, and the D.A., who, last I heard, considers the case closed.

What is that skirt?

Your organization might want to find a lawyer.

I'm a pretty smart cookie.

I would not get personal with me, sweetheart.

I don't fight fair.

I am sentimental.

Look, girls are vicious, okay?

I don't have any of my own memories.

Just like we planned. Three-second silent hug, and then you leave.

Ooh, somebody call CSI, because there was a murder scene in that bathroom.

Someone puked in the sink and I'm pretty sure I saw an actual ringworm climbing up the wall. I'm not afraid of anything, but that bathroom scared the crap out of me.

This is gonna be a year of infinite possibilities.

Hold this. It's too heavy.

You didn't knock!

Look at them. They're the dregs of society.

Each one of these gashes is worse than the next.

She smells like hot dog water, and probably sprained her neck giving blumpkins down at the local bowling alley.

Look, I'm not saying that all heterosexual sex is rape. I'm saying all heterosexual sex is gross, and that deep down, every woman knows this.

All that girl's after is a whole lot of bikini burger.

Hey, girl, can I just ask you, what's up with your outfit?

God knows what they're talking about, basic bitches.

What fresh hell is this?

I need you to stay popular, 'cause if you want to stay at the top of the list of the pieces of ass I'm getting, there's criteria. And the criteria is you got to be popular.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, because I'm getting really pissed off.

Stop fake crying.

Anyone you dated would be popular. I mean, they would be popular because they're dating you.

My ego, it's super strong, ok, but it's not strong enough that I can just go around dating garbage people.

Like, yes, I could find a random girl who wasn't popular, and, yes, if I started dating her she would then become popular.

But you said you loved me.

I do sort of love you.

I would love you a lot more if other people loved you, too.

Okay, I need you to leave because you're bumming me out

We're just trying to have a nice day hitting golf balls at hippies.

Pretty girls, like you and me.

That's why I'm gonna burn your face off.

Ugh! You burned the milk!

Next time, I get you fired, or worse.

Actually, I just want a regular coffee. Those white girl pumpkin spice lattes annoy me.

I like to think of myself, uh, as an investigative reporter.

I had to get a restraining order.

I tend to get a bit passionate about things.

Look, you intentionally led me on.

You kept acting like you liked me just so you could humiliate me.

Enter, ye who dare.

I love a creepy collage.

It's about kicking the living crap out of someone when they disrespect you.

I was just in your room, where I noticed you have a sizeable shrine with evil burning candles, photos of me with my face scratched out and pairs of my stolen panties.

How about I just drown you in it?

Well, of course she's dead! You just burned her face off!

You don't die from getting your face burned off.

There's a dead woman in your kitchen.

I'm going to the authorities.

That's not how I saw it. And my witnesses agree.

You're an awful person.

Who wants cocktails?

How did my life turn into this?

Have you seen the way girls dress on this campus?

I'm sitting in the same office I used to throw bricks into.

You're awful in bed. Are you aware?

I'm gonna take a pair of your panties.

I'm gonna barf on your face unless you get out of here.

Try to figure out who gave you such disgusting mommy issues.

You loaded a dead body into a freezer.

What are you proposing?

I want to help you with your exposé, secretly feed you info.

You need eyes on the inside.

I don't know what to do with the body.

Are you saying dead bodies don't turn you on?

You are so lame, you know that?

God, I love all that death stuff.

Show me the body.

Show me the dead body.

This blood oath will ensure solidarity among us. We are all related now.

I just Googled "blood oath" and this is what came up.

What does this oath even mean?

I just need you all to not say anything about what happened, and I figured a blood oath was cheaper than buying you all presents.

Wait, what about STDs?

Idiot, you don't get STDs from blood oaths.

You get STDs from dirty toilet seats and drinking the water in Mexico.

Um, "STD" stands for "sexually transmitted disease," which means that it's transmitted sexually.

When were you in Mexico?

You know what, forget the blood oath.

I can't stay silent!

I'm calling my mom, and I'm going home.

Okay, Pissy Spacek, you and I have a few differences we need to iron out.

I want you to be one of my minions.

It's the gateway to the top of the heap.

You put on a good front, but you're miserable.

Don't you think any of that has anything to do with the fact that you've created an atmosphere based solely on negativity and raw ambition?

Can we talk for real for a second, please?

I mean, you're so confident without being mean. What antidepressants are you on?

Don't you see that all that's happened isn't a crisis? It's an opportunity.

Yeah, no, I tried. See, I really tried. But all of this flowery, peace-on-Earth crap, it makes me want to puke.

You haven't even seen half of what I'm capable of!

Totally spit in your coffee, bitch.

I don't mean to be a contrarian, but I'm enjoying this.

Is that killer noises or am I hallucinating?

I'm gonna ask one more time, will you speak up?

What can you tell us about the murder?

There's an exodus right now.

The risks are real, but we need to close ranks.

I don't feel comfortable with a man protecting me. It's representative of the patriarchal, post-colonial culture that encourages violence against women.

We buy a pig and feed it the body. Pigs will eat anything.

Don't go skating on those poop lagoons, because if you fall in, you'll drown in the poop and come springtime, there'll be nothing left of your body.

Here's what you should do. Pulverize her teeth, burn off her fingerprints, and disfigure her face. Once her body is unrecognizable, we can create an incision on her inner thigh and drain out all of her bodily fluids. That'll give us more time to deconstruct the body.

Truly grinding down a body takes a lot of work. You need a really good food processor, and you run the risk of fouling the plumbing, which is why you should only do it if you know how to clear out meat and bones from a drain pipe.

I'm willing to help in any way possible.

You're obviously a psychopath and those ideas are insane!

Why are you trying to terrify us?

Can I call you Mom?

I feel so loved and protected by all of you.

Actually, it's a new pop culture trend where young women desperately in need of role models call other girls they look up to Mom.

I thought you'd be cool with it.

I mean, I did just give you several ways to dispose of a body.

Okay, fine. Just stop talking.

You are so friggin' creepy!

Someone just mowed off a deaf girl's head in our backyard.

I mean, as you can see, I'm not licensed to carry a sidearm.

Wait, so you don't have a gun?

I have pepper spray. And I have a walkie talkie that I can use to call the police, who do have guns.

What good are you?

Get the hell out of there. Run away, real fast.

Now, I would give you my number, but my cell phone is off right now.

If you want the place clean, maybe you shouldn't have burned the maid's face off.

Don't you wonder what's in there?

People have been whispering about that house for years, that it's haunted, that something really bad happened. I mean, there's no way there isn't some real-life story behind it, right?

I'm gonna have to break in.

I mean, I don't think anyone's gonna get killed in the 30 minutes we make out, right?

Can you stop talking?

You're kind of ruining whatever was good about it.

Please try to understand the situation I'm in.

I don't give a rat's ass about your job.

You know, I find good parenting incredibly attractive.

You're a snoopy little bugger.

Whose bloody clothes are those?

Supposedly, it was a super fun party.

We're all gonna pay for this.

I think it's all crap. Just a myth.

What happened to the baby?

Sometimes I picture myself like Derek Jeter, you know?

I'm gonna choke you out.

There's a serial killer on the loose.

Please don't say you want to choke me.

I'd love having sex with your corpse.

I'm sorry. This isn't working for me.

Well, I sort of am your boyfriend, and I'm protecting you by having sex with you.

No! I don't need a man to protect me.

How could I have wasted this much time?

Is my self-esteem really that low?

I'm sorry. I think we need to take a break.

I need you to leave right now!

You know, it would really help me feel better if I could just crawl into bed with you for a few minutes.

Are you gonna touch my wiener, or you gonna leave my wiener alone?

I'll leave your wiener alone.

Where are your hands?

He has a huge boner!

Why don't you go in there and ogle his big old boner?

Okay, uh, first of all, I'm not gonna go ogle his big old boner, because I'm not gay.

Look, I'm sorry everybody wants to have sex with me. Okay? I can't help that.

I'm hot. Everybody wants to get with this. Women, men, animals in the zoo, plants, probably.

You're gonna have to go right now, 'cause I am breaking up with you.

Excuse me, I broke up with you!

I regretted what I said, and I just wanted to come here and tell you that I am so sorry.

Well, I accept your apology. And now I'm breaking up with you.

Do you know why I'm breaking up with you?

You can't deal with how hot I am.

Sorry, I just broke up with you.

Can you please put some clothes on?

Um, they said, uh, I shouldn't be alone, you know, in case I fall asleep and die.

Can I just get you a robe or something though?

So you're saying I'm the killer?

Okay, this isn't about me thinking you're boyfriend material.

God, I was so gonna go to third base with you tonight, too.

What if we stapled their earlobes?

Private like the parts on a man you like putting in your mouth?

I want to publicly come out as gay on my own.

I mean, you guys have to accept everybody, right?

I actually think that's illegal.

I will come after you, do you understand that? I will destroy you.

I trust you'll consider my offer.

Name one bad thing that ever happened at a Best Buy parking lot.

You're just, like, super attractive.

Um, well, I was trying to be inconspicuous.

It's better than losing your life.

I have a thing for playlists.

Someone's got a poo belly.

Sweet Yeezus, I don't even know where to begin with you.

Bitch, I'm about to smack you so hard, your tampon's gonna pop out.

I heard screaming.

So you think the serial killer is still up there?

Upstairs to get the killer before he gets away!

You just said that you think the killer is up there, and that's where you want to go?

This is freakin' terrifying!

The killer is in the house! You hear me?

I need my damn inhaler.

What, am I supposed to be scared?

Don't even come out. We plan on getting drunk, and I don't want your bad attitude ruining it.

We're headed down to White Stallion to pick up some sluts, baby!

Yes, okay, I burned her slightly, but stop saying that I killed her.

That was a tragic accident.

I am a kind and devoted and loving friend to all.

I'm not some crazed psychopath.

Maybe you're the killer.

I will not be put on trial.

The truth is we don't know who the killer is, and, yes, I suppose it could be someone in this room.

You want to go first?

I banged, like, 50 chicks.

What took you so long?

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #scream queens

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the-daily-dreamer · 4 years

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“The Stark’s are villains!” - A deep dive into the validity of a Dany stan claim: Part 1

“Manipulators”

“Schemers”

“Back Stabbers”

“Oath Breakers”

“Hypocrites”

“Xenophobes”

“Power-Hungry”

“Murderers”

“Selfish”

“Willing to kill everyone to get what they want”

“Ned would be ashamed”

“They’re the new Lannisters”

Villains

The Dany stans have really started a movement that the Starks are the new Lannister. The new villains of the show. They’re selfish, powerhunry, racist, conniving characters. The lowest of the low. This is obviously utter nonsense.

But for the sake of something to do, I thought I’d take a deep dive into the actions of the Starks and see if they really are all these terrible things (or..if Dany stans just don’t understand words and what they mean) and how their precious queen stacks up! This’ll be a long post so I’ll break it into two parts. Analyzing the Starks (part 1) and then analyzing Daenerys herself (part 2).

Disclaimer: This is part 1, which focuses on the Starks. I will mainly be focusing on Jon and Sansa since they are the most vilified Starks by Dany stans. Arya is mentioned, but not much.

Manipulators: a person who controls or influences others in a clever or unscrupulous way.

I assume Dany stans are making the arguments that the Starks are manipulators because 1) Sansa “manipulates” Jon and Dany into...doing something??? D stans never make it clear, and 2) Jon “manipulates” Dany into fighting for the North.

1) Sansa manipulates Jon and Dany. Where?!? Sansa is completely open with Jon. She makes her opinions clear, not to manipulate Jon but to continue having an open and honest relationship with her brother/cousin. She understands that they all need each other. Sansa is not being vocal because she jealous or petty or any of that bull. She’s being vocal because she’s a leader. She’s in a position of power. She needs to be heard, just as much as any other lord or lady present at a meeting. Jon is never manipulated. He is being told the truth. When it comes to Dany...Sansa never really manipulates her. The only scene I can imagine would be even close to manipulation is the “What about the North scene”. I even say so myself that Dany is easily manipulated and receptive to Sanaa’s praise and thanks. But that means Sansa’s only manipulation is complimenting Dany in hopes of persuading her to free the North, which never happens ans doesn’t work. So Sansa doesn’t manipulate but rather stroke Dany’s ego and butter her up, in hopes of getting on her good side. If that’s manipulation then oh boy do I have news for you! DANY DID THE SAME THING TO SANSA AND WAS FAKE NICE TO GET WHAT SHE WANTS!

2) Jon manipulates Dany. I so desperately want this to be true. Unfortunately, the show was unclear on Jon’s motivations. Personally, I don’t think what Jon did was manipulation. He never tricked her or lied about anything to her to get what he wanted. He was open and honest. He told Dany that the others were coming and begged for help. Where is the manipulation? Asking for help by using dragon glass and dragons to defeat a literal horde of ice zombie that will kill everyone? If that’s manipulation, then every person that has ever asked for help is a manipulator. Even Dany says that Jon manipulated her into coming to the North, but there is no basis for that claim. He was ready to leave her castle and prepare for the battle, she kept him there. He didn’t use her affection against her. Jon simply asked for help. If Dany chose to go because she was “in love” or something, that’s on her. The other instance I could see for Jon manipulating Dany is the parentage reveal, but again, Jon never uses anything against Dany!

In short, the Starks didn’t manipulate Dany. They had autonomy. Just because they didn’t agree with your fav doesn’t mean they manipulated her. They are not unfairly controlling her. They are giving their opinions and council. She makes her own decisions.

Schemers: a person who is involved in making secret or underhanded plans

I love this one. The Starks are schemers now lol. They have a grand on to dominate the world and kill everyone. I have to laugh.

I assume the rhetoric of this comes from the scene in which Arya and Sansa tell Jon they don’t like Dany. That would be the closest thing to scheming the Stark girls do. The thing is...they never make plans to kill Dany, they never make plans to usurp Dany, they don’t do anything. They tell their brother/cousin that they don’t trust Dany or like her. And with good reason! They want independence! But telling your family you don’t like or want someone as your head of state is not scheming. Telling your family your opinion is not scheming.

The other instance would be Sansa telling Tyrion there’s another. Again, that isn’t a scheme. Unfortunately, the show left out a lot of personal involvement, so I can’t be sure what Sansa’s motivations or ideas are. But here’s the thing, she couldn’t have known what would happen after telling. To be a schemer you need to have a plan, know what will happen every step of the way. Pull strings. Littlefinger was a schemer because he planned everything out. Sansa didn’t have a plan beyond, get the North freedom. I can see the justification that this is still scheming because she tells Tyrion; however, I don’t believe it. Because Sansa didn’t know what would happen after.

And even if it was scheming, it’s not villainous. Her plans are for freedom for her country. She is pushing independence, which her people have fought for and declared over and over again. She is protecting her nation’s interests, not just her own. That’s heroic. Rob did the same thing. He made plans and “schemed” to win independence. But it was against the Lannisters, so to D stans it was ok. Sansa’s actions, if you perceive them as schemes, were still lined with noble intentions and were heroic for her people.

So whether you think it was a scheme or not, it doesn’t matter. Sansa was right to do it.

Backstabbers and Oath Breakers: Backstab - to attempt to discredit (a person) by underhanded means, as innuendo, accusation, or the like. Oath breaker - Someone who breaks an oath.

I’m clumping these together because they work hand in hand. This one has validity, so I won’t completely say no. But it’s an interesting question.

I assume this comes from broken promises, right? I’ll admit that Sansa did break her promise to Jon. She did tell a secret she promised to keep. But that wasn’t an oath. Oaths are more serious than promises.

Oath - a solemn promise, often invoking a divine witness, regarding one's future action or behavior

Promise - a declaration or assurance that one will do a particular thing or that a particular thing will happen

Sansa promised to not tell Jon’s secret. She did not swear an oath to Jon. She broke her promise, which I’m sure everyone has done.

Jon never promised Dany he wouldn’t tell his sisters. So that isn’t a broken oath. He did swear an oath that she would be his queen...and guess what! He didn’t break it!!!! Dany was his queen until her very end so no oath was broken.

So on the oath front - The Starks are clear

Backstabbing? Simple. Yeah. It happened. Jon killed Dany and Sansa spread Jon’s secret. That falls under the category of undermining. However context is important. They did it for the right reasons. Jon killed Dany because she was crazy! She killed an entire city! Murdered hundred of thousands and planned to keep going! Sansa did it to keep her kingdom free. So were they backstabbers....? Yeah...kinda. But they needed to be in order to defeat the villain and threat.

Hypocrites: the contrivance of a false appearance of virtue or goodness, while concealing real character traits or inclinations, especially with respect to religious and moral beliefs

I’m not spending time on this. They weren’t hypocrites. The Starks never feigned morality with underlying evil. They were open and honest at all times. And no...Sansa being polite back to Dany is not hypocrisy. Next!

Xenophobes: a person having a dislike of or prejudice against people from other countries.

This one kills me. I have to laugh. There’s no evidence! THE STARKS ARE NOT PREJUDICED AGAINST IMMIGRANTS! If the Stark girls were prejudiced against immigrants...they would hate Dany because she came from another country. And that would be it. They would hate the unsullied because they came from another country. They would hate because people come from other countries.

But they don’t! The Starks dislike Dany and her army because they are invaders who are trying to take over their country. They are oppressors coming in. There is no fear or hate of immigrants, there’s fear of oppression.

To say the North is xenophobic to Dany and her army because they come from another country, is to say that India was xenophobic towards Britain because they came from another country. The stupidity of it all!

Power-hungry, selfish, and willing to kill their people to get what they want: 1) power-hungry - having a strong desire for power 2) selfish - lacking consideration for others

1) How are the Stark’s power hungry? Jon never asks to be King. He hates being king. He takes back Winterfell because that is his family’s home. Sans never accepts the Lord’s invitation to overpower Jon. She stays behind Jon wholly and isn’t seeking to become queen. She takes back Winterfell because it’s her family’s home. And neither want the iron throne. Sansa wants Jon to have the throne, but that’s so he can grant independence. Neither one of them seek out power. It’s given to them because they show that they are capable leaders.

2) Both Jon and Sansa put others needs before their own. Jon is searching for a way to defeat the others. Sansa is searching for a way to feed her people and help them through winter. Sansa is also seeking a way to give her people the independenc they have fought for. Neither of them is thinking about their own gains. They are concerned about everyone else.

3) Willing to kill others for their own gains. I’m added this in because I hear this claim a lot. But again, Jon and Sansa do not kill people to get ahead. They do not let people starve or be killed be zombies. They do not kill the Lords of houses who did not support them initially. They do not kill to get ahead. There’s no evidence. Next!

Murderers:

You got me there! They do commit murder. They killed people. Everyone in the show except Gilly, Little Sam, Bran, and Rickon have killed people!

But let’s look at the kills they made in the last seasons, shall we?

1. Ramsay Bolton - Sansa fed him to his dogs After he lost the battle of the bastards. He was a murderer, sadist, rapist, and torturer. He raped Sansa, killed her brother, tortured her family friend, and was in control of her home unjustly. Deserving? ABSOLUTELY!

2. Little Finger - Sansa had a trial and asked him how he pled (guilty or innocent) for his crimes. His throat was slit by Arya. He was a manipulator, murderer, schemer, abuser, and cause of her fathers death + marriage to her rapist! Deserving? ABSOLUTELY

3. Daenerys Targaryen - Jon stabbed her in the stomach after she burnt down Kings Landing, murdered almost the entire population by burning them to death, and let her soldiers pillage the city and rape and murder the survivors of her fiery destruction. She was a mass murderer, abuser, destroyer of a city, and a tyrant. Deserving? ABSOLUTELY

So yes. You win. The Starks, like everyone in the show, are murders. Because they killed people before. And each one of them had it coming.

Ned would be ashamed and The New Lannisters:

This’ll be quick.

No. Ned would be proud of all of his children for coming back to one other and taking back their homes. He would be proud of them surviving their abusers. He would be proud that they continued the quest for independence after Rob. He would be proud they protected the North and defeated the others. Ned Stark would be proud of his children and nephew and would not prefer Dany.

No. They aren’t the new Lannisters. They haven’t done anything like the Lannisters. That’s a false comparison, and it’s stupid.

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Let’s redo the list. Shall we?

Manipulators - Nope! Dany did everything on her own

Schemers - Not really, and if they were then it was justified

Backstabbers - Kinda? Again justified! Against a mass murderer!

Oathbreakers - Nope! Broken promises? Yes. Oaths? Not once.

Hypocrites - Nope!

Xenophobes - Nope! Anyone who thinks so doesn’t understand the word or oppression

Powerhungry - Nope! They don’t want power, and if they do they don’t seize it unjustly.

Murderers - Yep! But they only killed Dany (mass murderer and tyrant), Ramsay (rapist, murderer, sadist, and stealer of their home), and Little Finger (manipulator, muderer, and schemer).

Selfish - Nope! They worry about others

Willing to kill everyone to get what they want - Nope! They don’t kill anyone to get what they want

Ned would be ashamed - Nope! He’d be proud

The New Lannisters - Nope! They’re not!

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I know this post is long, but if you’d like to see part 2 here’s the link!

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flowerspecial · 4 years

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Enemy To Lover - High School Edition- Part 1

So JB would be one of those people who everyone thinks is quite cool, but also a little bit scary. JB just has this very strong silent hero vibe about him. Everyone would either want to be him, or date him. He wouldn't say much in lessons, or in general, but he was never short of attention. You on the other hand, would be the opposite. For every introvert quality that JB possessed, you had the equal and opposite extrovert quality. You two were the same level of friendship and popularity, you just kinda got to where you are quite differently. At first JB could not stand your loud and boisterous personality, he didn't understand why you felt the need to shout about everything. You couldn't understand why JB had to be so moody all the time, like Jesus Christ lighten up a little bit. Therefore, when you two were in the same room, which sadly for you two was very often, because your friendship grouped often joined together, you couldn't stand it. It's not so much that you two would be mean to each other directly, it's more that you two would just avoid each other completely. You would stand at opposite sides of the room, and you would only talk to each other if it was absolutely necessary. Maybe you two would be a little bit passive aggressive towards each other. If you were being particularly loud, you would notice that JB would roll his eyes. “Be careful, if you roll your eyes like that they might fall out of your head.” You would sneer at him. And when he is seemingly not joining in with the conversation, you would not so quietly mutter under your breath, “why come along if you aren't going to talk to anyone?” “Just because you need to shout everything to understand your own thoughts, doesn't mean that we all do.”

Mark

So Mark was always the loner kid, he just generally preferred to hang on his own than in any sort of group. But because of this, he had this delinquency aura hanging over him. Every teacher dreaded having him in their class, in fear that he is somehow going to be disruptive. No student wanted to sit with him either, his reputation precedes him too much. Sadly, that includes yourself. You were a hardworking student, always wanting to get everything done on time, not wanting to rock the boat at all. So students like Mark, who had little care for other people’s education, really annoyed you. If they didn't want to be in the class that's fine, they should just leave. But don't sit at the back and disrupt everyone else just because you are bored, that isn't fair on anyone. Just to make matters worse, because he had this bad boy reputation going on, it also made him appear very attractive to most of the female population in school, and some of the male population. Thanks to that, in every lesson you shared, there was always some random girl sitting next to Mark, trying to work her way in there. So all you could hear for the entire lesson was their shameless flirting. Eventually, a teacher grew bored of this and decided to reassign seating, and unfortunately Mark was going to be sat next to you. “Are you serious? I don't want to sit next to Mark. Give me anyone else.” “Well I don't want to sit next to you either.” Mark would retaliate. “This is the new seating plan, and this is final, now sit down.” You and Mark would begrudgingly sit down next to each other. What infuriated you further was now you were sitting nearer to the back, which obviously was not the best place if you actually wanted to get any learning done. “Well this is going to be a fantastic year.” You would say sarcastically.

Jackson

Let me tell you something, the relationship between you and Jackson was turbulent to say the least. Jackson was easily the most well known and the most like boy around school. He was also the star player in whatever sports team your school was famous for. This boy literally ruled the school, well almost ruled the school. You, on the other hand, were head cheerleader. You also were very well known and very popular around school. Everyone told you that you and Jackson should get together, you would make one hell of a power couple. But in real life, you two hated each other. You both hated the idea of having competition for the school’s affection, everyone’s eyes should be on you not him. Jackson would always tease you about being a cheerleader, because you have to go to all of his games and stand on the sidelines. “How does it feel knowing that people aren't actually here to support you? That you are just a little filler, some light entertainment before the real talent comes on the stage.” “How does it feel knowing that we have won more competitions than your team could ever imagine? At least my team is on top of it's game, whereas yours… well… at least you are trying.” Honestly you could cut the tension between you two with a knife, and it had no signs of letting up. Well, that was until prom season came around. Your brilliant cheerleader friends had the idea of setting everyone up with a member of Jackson’s team, and it was only natural that they decided to put you and Jackson together. “Why the hell am I going with him? We have this mutual feeling of hate for each other!” “Because you two look amazing together and seriously, all this tension is just pent up sexual frustration. So you two are going together, end of.”

Jinyoung

You had high ambitions at school, basically you just wanted to get the best grades possible so you could leave this town and never look back. It's not that you hated your home or anything, you just knew that there was more to this world than what was inside of the school grounds. You worked relentlessly in order to get the best grades and the best application colleges have ever seen. You were determined to get top of your class in everything, and any extra curricular activity you did, you were equally determined to succeed in that also. However, there was one small snag that was stopping you from achieving your ambitions, and that little snag was called Jinyoung. You and Jinyoung had been in the same school and the same class since you started school, and both of you were determined to be the best. It was just a constant ongoing competition between you two, and it was apparent to everyone. Your peers would always joke that there was absolutely no point even attempting to get first or second in class, because those two ranks were permanently reserved for you and Jinyoung. But the order of the ranks, well, that came down to the day. Every test you did, both of you were eager to find out the other’s score. Whoever managed to come out on top would always make a comment, you two had been fighting too long for the top position to not gloat when you achieved it. Because Jinyoung was your main competition, you resented him fiercely. You didn't have anything against him personally, but you hated that there was someone always in the way of you achieving your goal. Every night, you would revise for hours, wondering if Jinyoung is doing the same. As the time came for university applications, well, that was when the worst of both of you came out.

Youngjae

You never understood those people who genuinely liked school, like seriously what was fun about it? For you, it was just a place of fake people, backstabbers, and people who create drama for fun. You had never been one for having a lot of friends, but that was always your choice. Why be friends with people who are going to leave you the second you are no longer of use to them? Who needs that kind of stress? You had made this decision quite early on in your school career, so you were pretty well known for having no friends. Sadly, this only made matters worse for you. Because you had no friends, people had a habit of spreading absolute rubbish about you. You had more myths surrounding you than bigfoot. It was fair to say that school life for you was not easy, and you resented anyone who walked around campus with a smile on their face. There was one person in particular that particularly got on your nerves, Youngjae. Every time you saw him, he had this smile plastered onto his face. He was always around his face, laughing and telling jokes. You aren't stupid, you knew that you resented him out of jealousy, but he still annoyed you. Unfortunately, you shared a lot of classes, so there wasn't really a chance to be able to ignore him. You always tried to sit at opposite sides of the classroom, and always in front of him. That way you couldn't be tempted to turn around and see that annoyingly adorable smile of his. “So class, today we will start our partner presentations, and yes, I have assigned the partners.” The whole class groaned, awaiting to see if their presentation was about to be a complete disaster or heaven on earth. Obviously as luck would have it, you ended up with Youngjae. Fantastic… that was just what you needed.

Bambam

They always say that the first lottery you ever play in is your birth, some people are born into high society, and some people are born on the bread line. Thankfully you never had to experience true suffering, you and your family always worked hard to make sure there was food on the table. Of course it was hard that you had to try and juggle school and working part time jobs. Of course it was hard that you always had to buy school uniforms second hand, and if they ever needed repairs you would have to sew it yourself and hope for the best. Of course it was hard that you could never afford to go on any school trips, so you felt like your school life was lacking in some way. What made matters worse was that you attended a very elite school, full of trust fund kids who have never had to lift a finger for anything. You were the school’s token scholarship kid, your intelligence saw you a fully paid scholarship and your parents practically forced you to go. Not all of your classmates are as bad as each other, there were a few nice ones. But there was one group in particular that really got your blood boiling. Think of them as the group from Gossip Girl, but ten times more rich and ten times worse. At the top of the hierarchy, was Bambam. Bambam was the richest boy in the school, and god did he make sure everyone knew it. He also pushed the limits with how much he could customise his uniform, just to show off whatever designer he has just bought. And seriously, who brings caviar for lunch? You tried to stay away from Bambam as much as possible, he wasn't someone that you wanted to get on the wrong side of. You were happy being invisible, you were happy with absolutely no one knowing your name. Well, life has a cruel sense of irony, doesn't it?

Yugyeom

School really wasn't how the movies portrayed it, in good ways and bad. One of the main ways that school was not like how it is in the movies was that you were not constantly surrounded by a group of amazing friends. In actual fact, you were somewhat of a loner. It was not that you tried to be a loner, you didn't intend on avoiding people. You just could never seem to make friends that would stick around. Eventually you just stopped trying to make friends, and learned how to be happy on your own. It wasn't the best of school lives. You had always dreamed of having a big social circle, going to parties, having sleepovers etc. But it seemed like this just was not in the cards for you. The good thing though was you were never really picked on for being a loner, people just tended to leave you alone all together. Except for this one group of boys, and bloody hell were they mean to you. You never really understood exactly what it was that you did to upset them, but they seemed determined to get their revenge. At the top of this little group, was Yugyeom. A boy who seemed so nice to everyone else, god he had more friends than you have had hot dinners. But to you, he was the devil. If you had to walk past him, he would either knock whatever it was that you was carrying, or trip you up so he could watch you fall flat on your face. The torment became so much that you would try to avoid Yugyeom at all costs. If that meant walking the long way round to your lesson and being late, then so be it. You liked to seek refuge in the music department, getting lost in the music was always like a form of therapy to you. One day, you spent a couple of your free periods in the large room, playing the piano. Once you had finished your piece, you heard a round of applause coming from the door.

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I don’t know why you turned that comment in a sansan meta, but anyway in my opinion Book!Theon is narratively more important than Sansa and Jamie. What the show did to him was horrible, and I hate that when they talk about Sansa and Jamie they always dismiss Theon. You have no idea of how many times I have seen people say that Sansa is a main character while Theon is a secondary one, if she’s so much more important than him, why did they give her his storyline

I did beeecaaause people putting sansa over 90% of the other characters is also rooted in ignoring that san/san is a thing because it negates what 70% of her storyline is about so they have to give her other people's also i felt like ranting X°D also under the cut bc it got long

that said I 100% agree that what the show did with theon was complete shit and the fact that they gave s. his storyline was criminal because it was tailored to him and it made no sense to give it to her but I'm not so sure he's narratively more important than she is or that jaime is, in the sense that speaking as someone whose third-fave is theon (like my top five is robb brienne theon jaime davos and sansa these days is like... top 20 or 15 at most but idk just to point out that technically I like him better than both jaime and sansa) idt that they are there for the same purpose and theon has less technical narrative weight than she does if only because for now he's been like... the indirect catalyst of a few events but imvho he's there because george wanted to write that story (as in: the ptsd recovery/identity reclaiming/deconstruction of the backstabber trope) and found a way to make it somewhat integral to the plot tying it to robb's demise but like I think sansa is more of a main in the economy of the narration bc she's in the middle of a lot more storylines while theon for now has been basically tied to robb's/the northern demise only and I'm not that sold on the concept that he ends up being part of the supermain political plot, honestly I think he's going to be part of the northern one and play some kind of important role but then he's most likely getting the nice house in the country with jeynep or something because his character is about overcoming trauma and surviving it and realizing what you want from life which is not necessarily a kingdom or posturing for others while sansa has to be at least in the middle of 'we're bringing an army from the vale' storyline + reconnect with jon/her other siblings etc (which is def. gonna happen just not as horrid as the show made it) and so on, so like... if I had to bracket it I think sansa is secondary main and theon is tertiary main and jaime is secondary main bc he's tied to the knighthood theme and the romance theme etc but like.... how do I put it

You have no idea of how many times I have seen people say that Sansa is a main character while Theon is a secondary one, if she’s so much more important than him, why did they give her his storyline

anon I was on the theon tag until the year the show aired believe me I have more than a vague idea of that and like... the thing is: anyone with more than two throwaway povs is a main in these books (I mean AREO HOTAH def is not but theon or sansa or anyone who has povs in more than one book is one), then there's the brackets we were saying (main five + secondary + tertiary) but like how do I put it, I also would consider davos a tertiary main character and he's in my top five, it doesn't make it less of a main? and the problem isn't that she's more main than theon, it's that theon's storyline is theon's storyline like they also gave jon's aegon vi's and it showed because it sucked, they split the joncon/aegon plot over jon, jorah, crsei and dany and it sucked because it wasn't their storyline, even if theon was a secondary one giving sansa his plot made no sense

but that stated if you wanted a srs reply to that: because no one gaf about theon X°D like I've been watching that shitshow since S2 and I can 100% assure you that in S2 everyone wanted him dead and in S3 when they tried to make him somewhat sympathetic everyone still wanted him dead, so since winterfell is a huge location and theon's adwd storyline is like the only northern pov we have they went like 'if we stick theon in the north storyline viewers will riot because they don't gaf about him so we're just gonna swap him with someone they actually care about' ie sansa and they thought it was smart thinking because they could do the whole fake feminism revenge storyline later and I'm dying on that hill and it had nothing to do with theon being secondary or not but all to do with the fact that the majority of the viewers wanted him dead back in the day imvho X°DDDDD and they took shitty decisions based on that without learning the main lesson the sopranos taught us which is don't give the audience what they want rather give them what you think is good for the story XD

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