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we can't be friends - (modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader)
AN: Thank you all for the votes!! I felt very inspired by we can't be friends by Ariana Grande and my brain would not let this go.
Summary: Friends to lovers, lovers to nothing. No words, no explanations. The younger brother of her best friend left behind a void.
CW: angst, happy ending though, pining, Aemond who doesn't like labels, Helaena's best friend so reader is older than him by about two years, drunken mess Aemond.
Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aemond Targaryen x Alys Rivers (kinda)
Word count: 2k
“Come on, Hel. It’s not like we were ever friends,” she said to her, now, best friend.
It was a lie that burned like whiskey. They had been friends, best friends, for years. It was just easier to say that to Helaena than to admit what they actually shared. It was easier to deny she had any love for him, platonic or otherwise, while she stared at him with his arm draped around another woman.
This is ridiculous, she thought to herself. It was. They had never said they were really anything. All Aemond would ever commit to was letting people draw their own conclusions. He merely provided the basis of a claim and everything else was never true or false. It simply was.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Helaena said quietly when they sat back down. This party was a low-key thing, just a group of fifteen or so people that Aegon invited over to try his new home brew.
“You don’t get it, okay,” Y/N whispered angrily. It was something nobody ever did with Helaena. The sweet, creature obsessed, silver haired girl was always a beacon of light among her friends and family, earning her the respect to not be spoken to out of anger.
“I told you not to get involved. Aegon of all people told you not to get involved,” Helaena whispered to her. “Fuck, Y/N, you’ve been my friend for damn near twenty years, you know him, you knew how he was.”
No, I didn’t, she couldn’t help but think. It was true that Aemond definitely did not ever call her his girlfriend. But he never corrected her when she referred to herself as such, or if she called him her boyfriend. They had gone on over a hundred dates in the four years they spent together, as he reminded her on their last date. Hell, they had even rescued a dog when she unofficially moved in.
That’s what really bothered her. They were friends, they were more, and now he was letting this woman talk about his apartment that Y/N made a proper home and their dog Vhagar as though Y/N had never existed.
She could hear the woman, who she thinks was named Alys, talk about Vhagar. And Aemond just let her, even though Y/N could tell by the way his jaw tightened and nostrils flared that he was tired of her.
“This dog is just so lazy, all she ever wants to do is lay on the ground,” Alys said to the people who were bothering to listen.
“No, she wants to be on the couch, you vapid cunt,” Y/N said, meaning it to be a quiet murmur and instead saying it loud enough to be heard by Aemond.
He shifted in his seat, subtly removing his hold on Alys’ shoulder. His arm was still on the couch behind her, but there was no longer a physical connection. It wasn’t intentional, but nothing except how he looked at Y/N.
“Excuse you?” Alys asked.
“She’s an old dog. She was old when Aemond and I brought her home and that was two years ago. When she isn’t playing outside or eating all she wants is to lay on the couch or in bed with her people,” Y/N said to her. Her eyes moved between Aemond’s amused expression and Alys’ shocked one.
There was a crushing weight in her chest when Aemond looked at her. It wasn’t a secret that they had been…well whatever they were. They had attended every party Aegon threw, every academic ceremony Helaena was honored at, every work party his family had forced him to attend as a couple. Everyone knew.
Until four months ago when she stopped showing up. When her things started slowly disappearing from his apartment, and he slowly disappeared from her online life. Nobody knew what happened. All anyone knew was that once they were Aemond and Y/N, an entity, now they were Aemond and Y/N, two people.
His eyes, one a brilliant violet and one a scarred, cloudy blue, raked over her face. She looked at him and she wondered if it burned him the way it burned her. She felt the dread fueled flames licking their way through her heart in a painful desperation.
“I’ll see you later, Hel,” Y/N said to her, never once tearing her eyes from Aemond as she stood up. It was only when she saw him begin to lean forward, towards her, that found the motive to look away and walk out of the house.
The days following the party was a dredge through life. Y/N couldn’t sleep, her every sleeping moment consumed by him and the life they had together. Her pain and grief was pressing down on her heart. An Aemond sized void could be felt in the smallest moments.
When she was in the shower, her fingers would brush over her shoulder in such a way she could forget he wasn’t the one washing her. She would be reading on the couch and for a moment, she swore she could smell his cologne. Her favorite Chinese restaurant was his favorite Chinese restaurant, and when she ate their food she was taken back to their fourth date.
Their fourth date. He took her to a car show, the summer heat driving them to get ice cream. When the burning afternoon chilled into a twilight sky, he took her to the best Chinese buffet around. Their talking had lasted for hours as though they forgot that they had known each other for near as long as she’s known Helaena. She was seven when she first stepped foot into the Targaryen residence, Aemond being five. It wasn’t until he was twenty that he stopped seeing her as his sister’s best friend and she became more.
It was that date that he kissed her for the first time. A kiss that melted into twenty. It shattered her universe and fixed every part of her all at once.
She swore that night she could’ve spent more time kissing him than anything else. If she had it her way, those stupid butterflies in her stomach would have never gone away. Every kiss, from the ones that brushed against her skin like a feather blowing in the wind to the ones that made her forget how to stay standing, was something she would’ve given a thousand lifetimes to keep.
It had been seven months since their dissolution when he showed up at her doorstep. It was well past midnight when his knocks echoed off of every wall and she opened the door for no other reason than to avoid her neighbors calling the cops. He reeked of Aegon’s home brews, swaying slightly with his every breath. She had never seen him look such a mess. His hair, where every long, silver strand normally laid in perfect unison, moving like a curtain in every step, had knots throughout. Both eyes teary, his cheeks splotched red.
“What is it?” she whispered to him. Aemond was never sloppy. His every moment was perfectly calculated. Such displays were sure to embarrass him whenever he lost control, but she truly believed he was too drunk.
“Come home, baby,” he said as he leaned against the door frame.
“I am home,” she told him sharply.
“No, you aren’t. You’re not in our bed with Vhagar at your feet. You’re not wrapped in my arms all night. You’re not home.” His voice held a pitiful desperation, it’s strength wavering after every word.
“Alys is. Go home to her,” she said, beginning to shut the door in his face. He put his hand on it, pushing it open so as to not break his view of her.
“Baby,” he whispered, begged.
“I made my choice, you made yours,” she reminded him.
“That’s it, then? You decide to walk away and we don’t even get to have a conversation? We’re not even friends?” The tears that had built up in his eyes slid freely down his cheeks, staining his skin.
“We can’t be friends!” she shouted at him. “You think I didn’t want to just go back? To go back to when you were my best friend’s nerdy little brother who spent more time in his room than should be allowed? To go back to before I was in love with you?”
“Then why say no?!” he shouted at her.
Only someone who didn’t know him would confuse it for anger. It was the same desperate passion that a man truly in love would hold, like when The Duke confessed his passions for Daphne in Bridgerton. His words vibrated through her body. If his kiss could fix every part of her, his pathetic pining for her could break her.
“You couldn’t even call me your girlfriend and you expect me to believe you were truly ready to marry me?” she whispered.
He stepped past the threshold of the apartment. His hands found the side of her face, cupping it gently. His hands were softer than she thought they would be the first time he touched her. He rode a motorcycle, played baseball in high school. His hands should’ve been, she thought, covered in rough calluses. But they always felt soft, holding her with the gentleness of love.
“What do I need to do?” he asked her. “Should I hire a sky writer to let the whole of the city know my heart is yours? Maybe sing a god awful cover of whatever clichéd love song is circulating on the radio and dedicate to you?”
She tried to push his hands away. At least, she told herself it was an actual try. Her hands gripped his wrists as she gave a feeble shove against his weight. Yet, he somehow held her even more firmly without ever increasing the force behind his grasp.
“Perhaps if I blind myself entirely, right here and now? Sacrifice my only good eye so that you know your face is the last beautiful thing I will ever gaze upon?”
He leaned in and allowed his lips to ghost over her own. The barely existent touch set a fire ablaze in her soul, one that was only fanned as his lips moved across her face. The pressure increasing with each touch until he reached her lips again in a bruising kiss.
Aemond’s tears slipped between their lips, the saltiness of them mingling with the bitterness of the homemade wine he had drank before coming. His left hand moved from her face to pathetically grab at her side, then her hip, trying to pull her into him. Any space between them was unacceptable as they kissed.
He pulled away only when they needed to breathe. But he never moved his hands. He never gave her the chance to back away from him.
“Marry me and I will yell from the Hightower that I am the husband of the most ethereal of women. That she is one of beauty unheard of in centuries. That she is kind enough to do in silence what most would boast about. That she is one who brings a warmth into every room she enters that is enough to melt the heart of a man like me,” he said to her.
She glanced between his eyes and lips. She had dreamt of such a moment for years. It was like he had looked into her heart and found exactly what she yearned for.
“What about Alys?” she whispered.
“A woman who works with me. She owed me a favor. Never spoke to her outside of work until about thirty minutes before that party to tell her the most basic information she needed. Haven’t spoken to her since,” he said. “The only thing that’s in our way is your disbelief I would be proud to be your husband.”
In seconds, she kissed him. She needed their existence to become one. Seven months without him. Seven months where all she wanted was the one thing she felt she would never truly have. Seven months in which she waited for his love.
His right hand finally left her face, searching for her left hand. Without hesitation, he intertwined their fingers. They couldn’t be friends, but he wouldn’t stop until he was her husband.
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The closer we get to the big election in May the more I am so fucking confused by USamericans saying they won't vote bc both sides are bad.
Like.
The conservatives are utter dog shit, they don't and never will care about the interests of the country. They've utterly wrecked a country they said couldn't be made worse in 12 years and have gone through so many prime ministers It's a meme, with the latest wanker being one of the worst of them to the point there's rumours they're gonna pass him up for Liz "'murdered' the Queen, got beaten by a Lettuce" Truss.
And labour? Useless. Are they more left leaning ? In theory. In practice they're just conservatives who aren't as opposed to certain types of people existing. They're no longer the people's party and the wanker in charge has said shit about things that have made my blood boil. I'm not old enough to properly REMEMBER the last time they were in power but the 12 years we've had can't be better.
But I'll still vote Labour even if Stamer's a bellend.
There's entire towns that have 100 years of consistent Conservative wins losing. That's fucking insane. People in my family who are staunchly fucking Conservative voting wise are looking at the state of things and going no no not this time.
And sure we have other parties but everyone knows it's not going to happen bc they haven't got strong enough holds to beat Labour and conservatives.
But I'll still vote Labour, because they're the only left wing party that will be put on the balet that has a chance of winning. Some of the policies they'll try to implement won't be what I want as a voter, but you've got to fucking do it.
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You can sit and ignore imperialism and genocides happening in other countries as "collateral damage" for whoever we pick as president, but just know the revolution is happening with or without you.
The reason we have our comfort is because the US is exploiting people in other countries for us to have these things. Slave labor. Sweatshops. Torture. It's why we have our phones, why we have gas in our cars, why we have most of what we own – meanwhile, the people producing those resources for us see none of it/barely any of it. They're starving, living in squalor, losing their children, treated worse than pack animals, and we just....allow it to happen. Because we're too busy.
Except "we" are not all sitting in complacency. More people around the world are standing up against injustice than ever. Riots, strikes, protests, unions, mutual aid networks, and more. We hear news of climate protestors being murdered for rioting, and yet people ask the question "where's your glorious revolution?" Is it not believable until it's on tiktok or mainstream news, even knowing that recording yourself doing acts against the government will get you arrested?
There is no "lesser evil" when it comes to exploitation, imperialism, and genocide.
If the way our "democracy" is set up doesn't allow for us to put someone in power that would stop the worldly injustices, then our only option from that point is revolution.
With the existence of the electoral college, some people's votes are worth almost 4x as many votes as someone in another state. We have extremely gerrymandered districts in order to produce certain results. Our electoral system is absolutely rigged and we can't pretend like it's not.
The only way to use your vote as a voice would be to vote third party, not because we think they would win this election (what's the hurt in trying though?), but to show that we no longer give votes to those who want to hurt people, and they will have to change their policies if they want to move forward. THAT is our "damage control" when it comes to voting.
But we can't vote our way out of this. We can't use the system to get rid of the system. There is no way in hell this country would allow a president that wants to defund the police and military, heavily tax the billionaires, and stop the exploitation of people in other countries, because it's what our country is built on. And many people who tried have been murdered! For example, a member of the FBI killed Martin Luther King Jr., framed someone else for it, then attempted to bury his anti-capitalist agenda. There is public information about our country running coups and installing leaders in other countries. Those things alone show that we can't destroy capitalism from within. We will never be given the option to vote our way away from capitalism & imperialism.
Money being involved in politics is also why we'll never get anywhere with capitalism. There is no democracy if politicians can be bought out & bribed into passing laws that only benefit those at the top.
It's time to start forming mutual aid networks so that we have something to fall back on while we plan out our next actions. We can do this. We are GOING to do this. Will you join us, or do you prefer the comforts you have that are paid for by the lives of others?
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Forbidden 2 ⎸ Welcome, Little Sister
Warning : jk!dom; yn!dom; dry grinding; teasing; blue balls; denied ejaculation; curses; pet names; cock sucking ; and more 😉
Word count : 9.2k
Chapter’s song : Alone with you – Ashlee
n.a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. This story was written a few years ago, so since I'm not happy with the result, I'm rewriting it completely today, keeping the same continuation as the first version. Anyway, thanks for understanding. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I’ll see you for the next one. Enjoy reading it; please don’t forget to vote and comment.
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Busan | Jeon's apartment | 12:55 am | Jungkook's POV
The day after I punished my beautiful stranger, whose name I did not yet know, I had to go home. My father was planning his wedding to his new wife, which was fast approaching, so I had to try on the suit for the wedding.
The Paradise Hotel on Jeju Island belonged to my father, and he asked me if I would go to the wedding with him so he could put my name on the guest list. Not knowing myself, I told him I was going alone. Honestly, I didn't know who I was going with and didn't think about it during the last few days on the island. Besides, I was there with my friends and was more in the mood to party and enjoy the sun and the beach.
The fact that I met my beautiful stranger and had a secret bestial relationship was not planned. I'm not usually the one-night stand type. What I had with her was inexplicable. It was not love at first sight because I don't believe in that nonsense. But I felt a strong attraction to her.
In fact, I had been eyeing her since the evening my friends and I arrived at the hotel.
It was evening, and we had just put our luggage in our rooms. The advantage of staying in my father's big, famous hotel is that the top floor is fully furnished and private. Available only to family and guests.
Tired, we all felt like we needed to stay in the hotel. But we, however, decided to go to the hotel's restaurant. That's when I saw her. Her skin was well-tanned, probably from sunbathing on her days off, and she was not very tall, which did not bother me. On the contrary, her body was beautifully proportioned, with curves where they belonged and a generous bosom.
"Gentlemen, good evening. My name is Evie, and I will be your waitress for the evening. I'll leave the menu with you. Just wave to me when you've chosen." The waitress, Evie, left the menus with us before retiring.
When she returned to take our orders, I still hadn't decided what to eat, too focused on the beautiful waitress who had caught my eye and my full attention.
"Take a picture. It will last longer." I didn't react to Seokjin's words at first. I stopped staring at the waitress when Taehyung kicked me under the table.
"What?" My two friends laugh at me, and I don't see what's funny.
"Stop looking at her like that. She might think you're a weirdo."
"I can't, man. It's like she's the only one here. She's so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off her face. Which is completely stupid. I've never had that happen to me, with anybody."
"It's called love at first sight, my young friend." Seokjin gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"This is ridiculous." That's all I can say now; love at first sight is stupid. It doesn't exist.
I tried not to look at the pretty little waitress during the whole meal, but I couldn't. It's so ridiculous that I feel like locking myself in my room and not coming out until the day I leave for Busan.
I couldn't avoid her for days after arriving at the hotel. Everywhere I went, she was there. It was as if we were magnets drawn to each other without the power to separate.
I tried. I tried not to cross her path, but every day was a failure. In the end, I accepted that I couldn't avoid her, even if she wasn't aware of my existence, and even if she was, I was just another customer in her eyes.
During our first real encounter on the beach, when Taehyung sent the volleyball a little too far, and my little waitress took it in the back of her head, I thought this was the universe finally giving me a chance to talk to her. Without wasting any time, I jumped at the event.
Behind the rocks, I gave it my all. This was probably the first and last time I would have her in my arms and just for me, so I gave it everything I had. I thought if I gave it my all and she liked it, she would give me a chance to fuck her again.
During that one time, I became even more addicted to this woman. No doubt she had enchanted me with her siren melody. That was the only possible explanation.
Then the hot night we had in my hotel room before I left a few days ago made me more dependent on her. I was so frustrated when the day of my departure came. So I took my courage in both hands, put my phone number into her phone, and sent myself a message with her phone to ensure I had her number.
Since arriving in Busan, I kept checking my phone, hoping to get at least a little message from her. Anything, just to ensure I was not one of many with who she had a good time. I even spent hours staring at my phone screen before typing a message, only to delete it after.
After spending all day yesterday trying to convince me to forget her, or at least calm my passion and obsession for this woman, there she was.
Holy shit.
How did she know where I lived? No, wait. My future mother-in-law's daughter was moving in with us today. I'd never seen her before, but I'd heard the parents talk about her a few times. All the more so as the day she was to move in - today - was fast approaching.
Don't tell me my beautiful waitress is my...
"Jungkook, son. This is YN, your future little sister."
Well done, Jeon. The one girl who haunts your thoughts and whom you've fucked turns out to be the one person in the world who is forbidden to you. My new family life was officially off to a good start.
There was only one thing left to do. No matter how stupid, I couldn't show the parents we knew each other. In fact, we could. I could tell the truth and say I had met her on the island, leaving out our intimate moments. But before I had time to think, the words came out of my mouth.
"Nice to finally meet you, YN." Poor thing, the little smile that adorned her beautiful lips slowly faded as I pretended I didn't know her.
She seemed hurt by my words, and I felt terrible. Right now, in her eyes, I must be a bastard. A jerk who had taken advantage of her, although that was far from the truth, it was too late to back out.
I hoped that when we had time alone, away from the parents, I could make up for my stupidity and explain why I treated her like this.
"Same, Jungkook." YN came to her senses and faked a small smile to be polite in front of the parents.
"Wonderful. We can eat now that the introductions have been made." Jihee, YN's mother, excitedly invites us all to the table. "Sweetie, leave your things here. We'll put them in your new room after eating."
Jihee takes YN by the arm and leads her to the table. Our eyes are locked on each other the whole time, forgetting for a moment that we're not alone.
"Are you all right, son?" My father had approached me after the two women of the house had left. "I know YN's arrival may change things in our lives, but tell yourself it's for the best. All I ask is that you make her feel welcome and show her around when you have time". He pats me on the shoulder, and I nod, unable to find my voice.
"Let's go."
Busan | Jeon's apartment | 15:00 | YN's POV
The parents had to leave after the meal to continue preparing for their wedding. I took advantage of their absence to familiarise myself with my new room.
As my things had arrived before me, my mother found time to put them in their proper place. I took the opportunity to unpack my suitcases and put the dirty clothes in the washing machine.
While waiting for the machine to finish, I showered before getting dressed and settling down on my bed while I exchanged messages with Evie, updating her on my arrival at my new home.
Evie: It's crazy. The only client you can sleep with is your future step-brother 😂.
YN: It's crazy, isn't it? I want to die ⚰️
Evie: Tell you what, now you've got all the time in the world to continue what you started on the island 😉.
YN: You need to understand the gravity of things, Evie. In time, Jungkook and I will become step-siblings. Such an intimate relationship is forbidden.
Evie: Who says that? 🙄
YN: I do. The parents. Society 😩
Evie: Fuck society and your parents (with all due respect to them), but you're not related by blood. Nothing is stopping you from having sex again if you really want to.
Evie: You only get one life. You might as well live it without regrets.
YN: Maybe, but if I let myself go, this story could end badly.
YN: Since arriving, Jungkook and I have not had time to talk about what happened on the island.
Evie: You said your parents were away, right?
YN: Yeah
Evie: So why are you wasting your time with me? 🙄 Take advantage of their absence to set the record straight and fuck like rabbits all over the house 😏
YN: Oh. My. God 😳
Evie: Go get your man, woman. I'm expecting some crunchy news tonight 😏
So now I find myself lying on my bed, weighing up the pros and cons of whether or not to listen to Evie's advice and take my chances with Jungkook. The idea of sleeping with Jungkook again is quite exciting and tempting at the same time. On the other hand, I know very well that the truth will come out one day, putting us in a bad situation with our parents.
But temptation seems stronger than reason because I am standing in front of Jungkook's bedroom door in a flash, not knowing what to say.
Letting go of my fears, I knock on his door once, then a second, and a third time, unsuccessfully. He must have left because he did not open the door for me. Or maybe he didn't want anything to do with me now that he'd tasted me.
What a pity. At least I would have tried.
As I turned to go back to my room and mourn my defeat at the hands of Evie, I thought my soul was leaving my body.
Standing just a few feet from me in the living room was the person I had come to see. It's incredible how this man was able to be the most beautiful man in the world with nothing to show for it. Due to the summer heat, he wore only a loose black t-shirt and grey shorts, but Jungkook was still irresistible.
"Hi." He seemed shocked to see me, probably not expecting me to come to him.
"Hi," my voice was weak compared to what I expected.
While in my room talking to Evie, I was still struggling to realize that Jungkook was no longer just a client I slept with but that he would become a member of my family in a while. Now that I had him before me, I finally realized how badly I had messed up.
I shouldn't have given in to the urge. I should have been stronger than the urge to fuck this handsome stranger - who was no longer a stranger - and let reason win. Now it was too late to go back. I had to live with the terrible consequences of my choices. I just hope it doesn't complicate things between Jungkook and me.
The tension in the air was palpable. His tense body and the surprised look on his beautiful face betrayed his nervousness. Which was understandable given the circumstances. From his point of view, I must have been in the same state as he was.
"Step-siblings, eh?" He looked everywhere but at me.
"By the looks of it, yes." His eyes locked with mine, and the air left my lungs.
I don't know how we got so close that the distance between us was like a strand of hair. The warmth of his breath was soft against my face, despite the speed of his breathing.
His gaze fell to my lips and lingered for a while before I could resist any longer and did the same as he did. Our lips were pressed together in no time as I joined in the kiss Jungkook had initiated.
This is a bad idea, YN. You're already up to your eyeballs in shit, don't go any deeper into this shit.
But I wouldn't listen to reason. Once again, I let myself be dictated by lust. Once my desire was satisfied, there would be plenty of time to regret my actions.
One of his hands rested on my cheek while the other took refuge in the small of my back before I moved closer to him and pressed our bodies together. The warmth of his body was comforting, inviting me to curl up even more against Jungkook.
The hand on my cheek shifted the hair on my shoulder, giving him free access to my neck before finding his way back to mine as Jungkook broke our kiss. He placed soft kisses from my cheek to the hollow of my neck.
I had the feeling that nothing had changed. I could still see myself in the hotel while Jungkook and I indulged in pleasure without worrying about the risks or the future. Enjoy being unknown lovers, not knowing the weight of our actions on each other's social status. It's strange to say, but a few days ago, everything was easier, our only concern was not to be caught by the people working in the hotel, but the risk was still exciting and stimulating.
Today, if we were ever caught, it would affect not only our relationship with each other but also our relationship with our parents. The last thing I want in this life is to see the disappointment in my mother's eyes.
"Stop thinking so much, baby. I can hear the wheels turning in your head." Jungkook must have felt my body stiffening from the worry and endless thoughts polluting my head.
"Let yourself go. Surrender to the pleasure." His words were separated by kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck, sending many shivers down my spine.
I took his advice and let myself go with his actions, kisses, caresses, and soft words he whispered in my ear as if he was afraid someone else would hear them while we were alone in this big apartment.
My hands ran all over his body, which didn't seem to displease Jungkook, who let me do it without complaining, on the contrary. The few moans he couldn't keep back were a blessing to my ears and encouraged me to continue.
My hands got lost in his hair, and when I tugged at it, from the sheer pleasure of his mouth on mine as his hand massaged my breast through my top, Jungkook pressed our intimacies together as a delicious growl escaped him.
He was driving me crazy.
"Jump." He commands as his hands move over my butt to support me as my legs lock behind his back. Wasting no time, Jungkook sits on the couch, and I find myself in the Amazon position on top of him, my legs on either side. Our lips still pressed together, Jungkook uses his hands on my butt to roll my pelvis over the hard bulge hidden in his shorts.
"Jungkook," I moaned as I rolled my pelvis over his bulge, giving us both pleasure, and I couldn't help but throw my head back and moan his name.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jungkook growled into the hollow of my neck. "Keep it up, babe."
His encouragement pushes me to increase the pace of my movements, bringing us a little closer to the edge of the cliff of pleasure, and in no time, I feel ready to jump into the great void and be wholly consumed by the fire of pleasure.
I don't know when the parents will return from meeting with the wedding planner, but none of us care.
It's only been a few days since we last slept together, yet I'm thirsty for him like someone lost in the desert, desperately seeking an oasis to quench their thirst. And that scares me.
I don't know if everything happening between us is just an amusement for Jungkook, but I'm afraid I'll lose myself and fall into the abyss that holds the most profound feelings. I couldn't. It's wholly forbidden to me.
Jungkook's passionate kisses bring me back to reality. To our reality. The one where parents, society, and the controversy of our situation did not exist. A world where our relationship was as normal as possible.
His hand settles on my crotch, where my sex is already soaked from his attention.
"From what I can see, my baby is already wet. Just for me. What a good girl." Moving my underwear to the side to give him direct access to my pussy, Jungkook strokes his middle finger across my slit, spreading my wetness across my sex.
Desperate to have him inside me before the hypothetical arrival of the parents, I undo his shorts, and with his help, we are both naked against each other in no time.
"Jungkook, please," I didn't know the real reason for begging him. Probably to get him to put his already hard cock into my pussy.
"Be patient, babe. You'll soon have me inside you and beg me to fuck your pussy."
Without waiting for me to come down from the cloud that his dirty words had carried me to, he grabs the base of his cock before stroking the thick head of his length over my slit.
Occasionally, he tortures me by inserting only the tip of his cock inside before pulling it out as quickly as he pushes it in. This repeatedly happens until I get impatient and take him at his own game. When he pushes his tip into my pussy again, I take the opportunity to catch him off guard and move all the way down his length until his glans are kissing my cervix, wringing a whimper out of both of us.
"You little minx." His head tilts back as his mouth opens, releasing delicious moans, and his hands find refuge on my waist.
Coming to his senses, he forces me up until only his tip is left inside me before pulling it back hard. Even though I am the one on top of him, he is still in charge.
I love it when he's in charge. Unlike other sexual encounters I've had where my partners were either only concerned with their own pleasure or only focused on mine, Jungkook was perfect at balancing the pleasures so that we had the mutual pleasure.
He would moan and groan, and I would respond by doing the same. Our screams and moans went together beautifully, making a beautiful symphony that even the most extraordinary composers of all time would be jealous of. Bach and Beethoven must be spinning in their graves with jealousy.
With each thrust, he pushed me further and further to the edge.
Everything around us had long since disappeared, and I'm sure if the parents came through the door, they would catch us red-handed without us being able to pretend nothing was happening. We were both so lost in pleasure as the other that nothing mattered to us anymore.
To tell you the truth, I was even more excited about the idea that the parents might surprise us.
Anyway, I hoped that none of the neighbors had come out of their houses by now because I'm sure they would have heard our moaning and crying with Jungkook.
The knot that had long since formed in the pit of my stomach swelled with each of Jungkook's poundings as he pushed his cock into me.
My walls closed around his length, increasing both of our pleasure. The tip of his cock caressed the most sensitive and pleasurable part of my body. And I wasn't afraid to let him know it.
"Right there? Do you want me to keep going, baby? Do you want me to keep hitting your G-spot?" At this point, my hands gripped his shoulder tightly as my nails dug into his soft caramel skin.
"Yes, please don't stop." My movements had taken on the same cadence as Jungkook's, bringing us to the end of the road and increasing our pleasure - if possible.
"Far be it from me, baby." And as promised, he hadn't stopped chasing pleasure with me.
After several more thrusts, we jumped blindly into the void, holding each other. The knot had finally been untied, releasing a tremendous discharge of pleasure that made us convulse.
Still gasping for breath, I could hear Jungkook's husky, deep voice whispering as his hands gently caressed my back. “Welcome, little sister.”
One week later | Restaurant | 20:30 o'clock | YN's Pov
It was Friday night, and it had already been a week since I arrived at my new home.
Things were going great with Jungkook. We took advantage of our parents' absence to hang out together, and when they returned home, we pretended nothing had happened. Apart from our forbidden relationship within the house's four walls, we had a best-friend relationship.
Outside the walls of our rooms, we got along just as well, bickering and discussing trivial matters. During our many conversations, I got to know him a little better. He was charming, friendly, easy to talk to, and nothing like the asshole I had imagined before meeting him.
Before I went home, I imagined my life would be like the next world war. I had fallen for the stereotypes of spoiled rich kids. I was convinced he would see me as a competition because he was a year older than me and had lived in wealth longer than I had. It's stupid, I know.
Unfortunately, we didn't have any time to ourselves yesterday. Due to an emergency at home, the wedding planner canceled her appointment with the parents, so they stayed home. This was not so bad because it allowed Jungkook and me to take a little break from sex.
So we spent an afternoon together as a family and tried to bond. We watched movies, played board games, and just talked. For the first time, I saw Jeonseok, Jungkook's father and my mother's partner, in a new light.
Just like his son, he seemed to be a really charming and gentle person. No wonder my mother loves him so much.
"It makes us very happy you are getting along so well." With her hand resting on her companion's over the table, my mother looked at Jungkook and me in turn. A smile appeared on her red lips.
Today the parents had the bright idea of going out to eat at a restaurant not too far from the house. It wasn't luxurious, but as they say, happiness is found in simplicity.
"We have to if we don't want to start a third world war." Jungkook winked at me, teasing me. I took the opportunity to play his game and knock him back.
"Yeah. It would be a shame if you returned from your honeymoon to find him lying on the floor in a pool of blood." I give him a wink.
"Lovely. Thank you, sis." I stick out my tongue in response.
"Why do you always have to make creepy remarks like that, YN?" Her annoyance makes all three of us laugh.
"Anyway, as you already know, the wedding is fast approaching, and during the evening, we are counting on you to make the guests feel comfortable and have a good time. Can we count on you?"
"Yes, ma'am." Like clockwork, Jungkook and I do the military salute.
Later that night | YN's room | 1:22 a.m.
It had been a few hours since we returned from the restaurant, but I couldn't sleep despite my exhaustion. So, to be more productive, instead of tossing and turning in my bed, I grabbed my computer and tried to come up with ideas for wedding gifts for the parents.
I searched for about an hour. I put aside a few ideas but would need more. I had exhausted all my ideas, but with some help, I could develop a few more ideas. Jungkook could come up with some gift ideas that I still needed to think of. After all, his father would get the gift, so he might join in and make a joint gift.
With the computer in my hand, I leave my room, cross the hall and knock on the door of Jungkook's room. Like the last time, I knocked several times without any answer from him, but I am sure that he was in his room because I heard his voice through the door.
Uninvited, I invite myself into his room, remembering to close the door behind me to cover the sound of his voice and avoid waking our parents, who must be sound asleep at this hour.
No wonder Jungkook didn't hear me. He had his headphones on while sitting in front of his computer playing online.
"No, not that way. Cover me. I'm going in. We'll blow them away, these sons of bitches." His words made me smile. During the day, when we played games as a family, I learned a new side of Jungkook. His competitive side. This kid hates to lose. Nobody likes to lose, especially me, but he hates it. He is a sore loser at times, which made me laugh.
After putting my computer on his bed, I walk toward him with baby steps. I put my hand on his shoulders and made him jump as I walked by. He didn't understand what was happening. The surprise on his face made me smile.
"Damn, babe. Don't scare me like that." Again, the affectionate nickname "Babe" was on his lips. He'd used it a lot the last few days, not just when we were in bed. I hope he doesn't let it slip out in front of his parents.
I had to be honest and admit I liked it when he called me that. Just with that one little word, he was able to make my heart flutter and create a strange but delicious feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Sorry." Careful not to make him lose, I kissed his cheek tenderly as an apology for unintentionally scaring him. When my lips touched his skin, a smile appeared on his lips. Jungkook puts his hand on my neck, bringing my face to his before kissing me before continuing his game.
Still standing behind Jungkook, I put my arms around him and watched him play online with his friends, who I had not yet officially met. My closeness wasn't enough for Jungkook. While waiting for one of his teammates to come and revive him, he pushed back his chair, took me by the forearm, and motioned for me to sit on his lap, which I gladly did.
I sit comfortably on his lap, pressing my back against his chest and resting my head on his shoulder, giving him a clear field of vision on the screen. When I turn my head, my nose brushes against his neck, and Jungkook moans softly but audible enough for his buddies to hear since the microphone is in front of his mouth.
"Everything okay, man?" I hear one of his buddies ask through his headphones.
"Yeah, everything's fine." Looking at him, I couldn't help but smile when Jungkook looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "I was just yawning." A lame excuse that his buddies seemed to accept against all odds.
"If you say so." Then, as if nothing had happened, they returned to their game.
Shifting one side of his headphone, I whisper softly in his ear, careful that his buddies don't hear me. "What a bad boy you are, Kook. Lying to your friend like that. It's not right."
I grab his earlobe between my teeth and nibble his lobe. He moans again.
As I put the headphones back on his ear, an idea comes to me. What if I tease him a little?
I attack the hollow of his neck with kisses, touch his lips, bite him, and suck gently on the spot where I bit him, but not hard enough to leave a mark. I didn't want to leave any evidence that would incriminate us to our parents.
I could feel Jungkook tightening up in his sweatpants. Taking advantage of the situation, I moved my butt against his member.
His eyes lighted up with the flames of desire, dancing through those chocolate-brown eyes in no time. I was pretty pleased with myself. But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more. Naughty, I ran my hands down his muscular torso to the hem of his shirt before lifting him up.
"Stay focused on your game, babe." I used the same pet name he used to give me. "And whatever happens, don't lose. If you lose, I'll stop." His eyes remain glued to the computer screen. But I could see his Adam's apple moving up and down his throat, and I was sure he heard me.
Kneeling on the floor, I hurried to free his member from its cage of clothing that had become too small for him. I looked at him one last time and noticed he was also looking at me. "Concentrate on your game, baby boy."
I was glad to see that I didn't leave him indifferent. His dick was already hard, ready to get wet and pumped by my mouth, tightly secured around his thick cock.
He listened to me like a sweet boy, focusing back on his screen. He had trouble swallowing. As if it was a steak in front of my eyes, I salivated at his dick.
I took his length in my mouth and teased it with my tongue on the tip of his cock. A salty taste spread in my mouth from his warm pre-ejaculation.
Jungkook continued to squirm as I started to give him kitty licks. Looking at his face, I noticed that Jungkook's eyes were fixed on me. Shaking my head, I stood up and put my lips close to his ear.
"You better not lose, or you'll bear with the consequences, big guy." I picked up where I had left off. I took his hard, swollen cock into my mouth, making sure to maintain a steady pace to make sure I gave him maximum pleasure.
Locking my lips around his cock, I sucked relentlessly. I caressed the swollen head of his already heavy member with my tongue. From time to time, I would stop my movements to tease him. Frustrated, Jungkook moaned softly, avoiding alerting his friends to what was going on.
When I stopped again to look at his computer screen, I saw that Jungkook was about to be eliminated by a blow from an opponent. To spice things up a bit more, I put my hand on the base of his dick, making up and down movements, pumping his member along with my mouth.
Jungkook was about to come. His cock was swelling and getting heavier on my tongue. His balls were swelling and contracting, helping the seeds in his balls to rise, which would soon finish its journey into my mouth as he surrendered to pleasure.
Encouraging me to continue, Jungkook puts his hand on my head. I was ready to help him come, but when I heard the almost angry voice of one of his friends who blamed him for losing, I immediately put that idea aside.
"What the hell are you doing, man? You played like shit tonight." His buddies were very upset with Jungkook for losing the game. "We could have beaten them hands down."
Jungkook glared at me because, in a way, it was my fault that they lost, and his friends were mad at him.
"What a shame, love. I told you not to lose." I pushed the situation even further, which made him even angrier. "I was willing to let you finish in my mouth, but a deal is a deal."
With that, I stood up, leaving his hard cock behind, and gave him a kiss on the lips before returning to his bed. Sitting back on the mattress, I took my computer on my lap and continued to search the Internet for new gift ideas for my parents.
I pretended to be busy with the computer. I knew that once Jungkook was done with his friends, he would make me regret what I had put him through. But hey, this girl likes to play with fire.
"Sorry, guys, but I'm not feeling well tonight." Oh, really? What a nerve to lie to his friends when the truth was that he was distracted by his cock in my mouth.
"Tsk," I involuntarily let out loud, and I could feel Jungkook's fierce eyes on me, but I refused to look up.
After saying goodbye to his friends, Jungkook removed his headphones and disconnected from the game. For a few seconds, there was complete silence; only the sound of the keys on my computer broke the heavy silence in the room.
I seem to have murderous desires tonight because I knew precisely how Jungkook felt then. He was frustrated because he had lost his game and was left with the blue balls because he could not ejaculate.
"It's getting late. I better go to bed." Jungkook hadn't said a word since he logged off, but I could hear that his breathing was heavy. I closed my computer and exited the mattress, pretending to leave his room.
His reaction lived up to my expectations. I barely had time to put my feet on the floor when Jungkook suddenly got up from his chair, pushed me onto his bed, and stood over me.
His room was dark, the only light coming from a box that projected a purple galactic glow onto the walls. "You're proud of your move, aren't you?"
His voice was accusatory. Yes, I was proud of myself; considering the number of times he had done this to me, it was time to give him his due. It had been hanging over his head for some time. I wanted to play with him - even if that wasn't my primary goal when I arrived in his room.
"You could have let me win at least once." His face moves closer to mine, and our lips are a hair's breadth from touching. His hands take mine before pinning them to the mattress above my head.
Did I mention that I love it when he enters a dominant mode? It's a pure blessing. Jungkook's gift of duality would drive more than one woman crazy. One moment he can be calm, shy, and sweet. Next, he can be strong, dominant, and powerful.
"I never lose, YN. Never. And definitely not to losers like the ones who played tonight." My lips had turned into a sneer, causing Jungkook to frown, displeased and shocked by my audacity.
"There's a first time for everything, Jeon." I connect our lips for a brief moment before ending the kiss. "I told you to focus. It's not my fault you lost."
"My friends are pissed at me, babe." His threatening tone sends shivers down my spine.
"Not my problem." Incredulous, Jungkook seemed to be falsely offended by my words and attitude for a brief moment.
"Don't play too smart with me, YN." He groans.
"Or what, big guy?" He said nothing. Only a malicious smile had appeared on his lips.
"Don't provoke me, babe. Our parents are just down the hall. With all that's going through my mind, I doubt you can control your screams. It would be a shame to wake them at this hour. Don't you think?"
Strangely enough, I was curious about what he wanted to do to me.
"Besides, I'm still mad at you, you brat." With a fake surprised look, I asked him why.
"Why? Are you kidding me?" He listed all the reasons he was "mad" at me.
"You made me lose to suckers; my friends are mad at me; you got me excited like a rabbit only to give me blue balls. Is that enough?" His pouty expression made him look dangerously cute.
"My poor baby." Jungkook let out a laugh that made me smile.
"Don't mock me, woman. This is serious." True to the big baby he was, Jungkook hides his face in my neck.
I kiss him once more before making a deal.
"If you help me come up with gift ideas for the parents, I'll save you from your blue balls. How does it sound?"
And so the two of us ended up on his bed at two in the morning, cuddling, trying to come up with gift ideas for the parents for their wedding. In the end, we came up with one hell of an idea.
Jungkook and I decided to offer the parents a two-week stay on the island of the Dominican Republic in a luxurious hotel with a spa and all the comforts. We also booked them a tour guide so they could discover all the island's wonders and get their adventurous spirit flowing.
Of course, we had our own interests at heart. With the parents out of the way for two weeks, Jungkook and I would have two weeks to do whatever we wanted.
What better way to get rid of your parents than to send them halfway around the world?
A Few Weeks Later | Parents' Wedding Day | 10:30 AM
The stress was mounting as the time for the ceremony approached. I wasn't the one getting married, but it felt like I was. I found myself in a private room with only the bride - my mother, her maid of honor, and a few of her friends who would be her bridesmaids.
Expensive champagne flowed, and professional masseurs, makeup artists, and hairdressers were on hand. Everything was perfect for a perfect day.
With my mother's friends, who had known me since I was a baby, some of them since I still was in my mother's womb, we organized a bachelorette party for her. We kicked Jeonseok and Jungkook out of the house to have a girls' night out before the big day.
Nothing very crazy happened. It was more symbolic than anything else. At least, that's what I thought until the doorbell rang around midnight. At first, I thought it was a neighbor complaining about the noise - when my mother is with her friends and alcohol is involved, they become wild party animals.
When I opened the door, I was confronted by two policemen and two firemen.
"Good evening, Miss. We were informed that the smell of smoke was coming from your apartment." I was stunned. That's impossible. We have an electric stove at home.
"If you don't mind, we'd like to check it out." And without giving me time to say anything, the four men invited themselves into the house.
They were all at least three or four heads taller than me, and their width was worthy of a refrigerator.
I soon realized that they were not real cops and firemen but dancers hired by my mother's best friend, aka my godmother. They made us all dance throughout the evening, although they focused on my mom because she was getting married. But at some point in the evening, they went after me.
I ended up with four men, each as muscular as the other, dancing around me, if not on top of me. One of the firemen ended up rubbing against me on my lap. Then one of the cops grabbed my hand before running his hands down his muscular torso. More than once, I found myself dangerously close to his intimacy. I even seem to have accidentally touched him once - without meaning to. I couldn't tell with the amount of alcohol coursing through my veins.
Waking up this morning was complicated, and I cursed myself for not being more reasonable. I was even angrier at my godmother for having the idea to call them and post a few shots on Instagram.
As usual, the first thing I do when I wake up I logs on to Instagram. Only this time, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my godmother had posted photos from the evening. The first photo is neutral, showing a quiet evening between girls. We see my mom opening the gifts her friends had made for her. The second shows us eating junk food like pizza, hamburgers, and chips. In the third, alcohol, balloons, and confetti had made their appearance. But the atmosphere had taken a dangerous turn in the fourth and last photo.
The brightness was not the same as in the previous pictures. It was darker. A dim glow had taken over the main room of the house. I could clearly see myself sitting on the chair in the middle of the room while the four handsome men - it must be said, they were beautiful men - surrounded me while my mother and her friends stood around us, encouraging them.
"Fuck me," I whine.
The four men were indeed sexy and charming, but they were no match for Jungkook. Jungkook had everything going for him and nothing to envy about them. Jungkook was funny, charming, terribly sexy, and so on. And the best part was that he was mine.
Not that we were dating - I think that's kind of fucked up for that - but given the secret relationship we had, I could afford to pretend he was mine.
"Girls, the limo is waiting for us downstairs." My grandmother, who arrived from Daegu this morning, yelled from the living room.
"Coming, grandma." I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, checking if everything was good before leaving my room.
I was wearing a draped dress of cream-colored satin with thin straps, comparable to spaghetti. The neckline was plunging, not vulgar, but revealing the mountains of my breasts. The two sides of the dress showed my leg at the middle of my right thigh.
The advantage of working as a waitress in a hotel during the summer is that you spend most of your time in the sun. So the caramel color of my skin brought out the cream color of the dress.
On my feet, I wore minimalist ivory-colored heeled sandals - a shade of off-white with a minimalist touch of yellow.
The makeup artist and hairstylist did such a great job on me that when I looked in the mirror for the first time after they finished, I had a hard time recognizing myself. I don't usually wear makeup. I prefer to stay natural. Only creams, routine, and water were my allies to have halfway decent skin. While my makeup was light, more in natural tones, my hair was loose and wavy.
Contemplation over, I grabbed my powder pink clutch - a delicate light pink tending toward brown - off the bed and left the room to join the others.
According to my godmother, a color-matching freak, powder pink is a pink-beige color that evokes elegance and femininity.
Comfortably seated inside the limo, I looked at my cell phone. Nothing. It's been over twelve hours since I last heard from Jungkook. I hope he's okay and not in the same state of stress as me.
My worries were allayed when the limo pulled up in front of the beautiful church where the ceremony was to take place. He was at the bottom of the steps waiting for me to leave the car. Resplendent as always. Cream pants and a suit jacket, like my dress, while his shirt was white. His hair slicked up and back. He was just gorgeous.
When I exited the car, Jungkook's eyes widened before a sweet smile appeared on his lips.
"Wow. You look gorgeous, babe." He whispered. His compliment was unexpected, but it made me feel so good.
"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself." He tucks my arm under him, and we walk up the steps to the church, where all the guests await the bride.
We stand in front of the big wooden doors of the church and stare into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity. At that moment, all background noise seemed muffled, even nonexistent. In the heat of the moment, Jungkook's deliciously warm and soft palm touches my cheek as his face approaches mine. Even though we were in public and my mom was still in the limo waiting for the green light to come out and say yes to the man of her life, I didn't care if we were seen.
"God knows how much I want to kiss you." His voice was low, making me the only one to hear his revelation. His thumb caressed my lower lip, and without even thinking, I took his skin between my teeth and pressed lightly, eliciting a low growl from Jungkook.
"You'll get me later. Promise." Then I gave him a kiss on the inside of his palm.
Frustrated because I couldn't kiss him even though I wanted to, just like Jungkook, I take him in my arms and kiss his neck as discreetly as possible, a kiss he returns by imitating what I did to him.
Due to the lack of children around us, my mother assigned Jungkook and me to be the children - young adults - of honor.
I would be the flower girl, while Jungkook would be the ring bearer.
Everyone was at their posts in front of us. We lined up in order from those who would enter first to the one who would enter last - my mother - who was hidden in the limousine so that Jungkook could not see her, well-hidden thanks to the tinted windows.
The guests were already seated and waiting for the ceremony to begin.
The hour of the wedding had struck, and the big wooden doors of the church opened. It was time for my grandmother to enter the stage. She walked alone to her assigned seat. Then it was Jeonseok's father's turn, a man as charming as his son and grandson, with whom I could speak briefly before the ceremony began. He had walked over to Jungkook and me to greet us before we were asked to stand in line.
My mother's grandparents followed the procession, just a little behind by Jeonseok's grandparents. Fortunately for both families, the elders were still alive to celebrate this moment.
Then it was Jeonseok's turn to walk down the aisle on his mother's arm, followed a few moments later by the officiant, who walked to the altar alone.
When the groom was out of sight, my mother was finally invited to get out of the car and join us.
Then it was the bridesmaids and groomsmen's turn before the witnesses.
"Ready?" Honestly, not really, but thankfully I wasn't alone in this situation. Knowing that it was Jungkook and no one else was enough to comfort me and give me more courage.
"With you by my side, yes." He winks at me.
"It's going to be okay, kids." My mom's voice can be heard behind us. I quickly turn around and pull away from Jungkook to hug my mom.
"My big baby." My mom says softly in my ear.
"You look beautiful, Mom."
My mother was wearing an elegant off-the-shoulder dress made of ivory satin. This dress had two parts. The first was the central part, the white ivory dress. Towards her chest, the draped design of the dress was different from mine, there was this reminder of the draped effect, but only the top of my mother's chest could be seen quickly. Just above the waist, the dress was fitted, showing the beautiful curves of her hips.
The second part wrapped around the back and sides of her hips to the floor, making a train for her.
Like me, her hair was loose and wavy. The only difference was that my waves were tighter than hers, so I had several waves, while my mother had three or four, but large and spaced out.
"Thank you, my darling. You look beautiful too." Tears well up in her eyes, and I reluctantly let her go. It would be a shame to ruin her makeup while she is seconds away from entering the church.
I cling to Jungkook's arms again as the wedding planner beckons us into the church.
"Don't let me down." I cling to him even tighter, careful not to drop the flower petals in the small basket that the wedding planner had entrusted me while she tasked the small cushion with the wedding rings to Jungkook.
"Never."
And so we find ourselves walking down the church aisle, arms linked as I use my left hand to dot the white carpet leading up to the altar.
The wedding planner had done a great job. The decorations were simple, sweet, and romantic at the same time.
We were greeted by a two-tone floral arch - pastel pink and white as we entered the church. On the floor, on both sides of the carpet in the aisle, there were rows of flowers, pastel pink and white, and candles. The smell of the flowers, combined with the scent of the rose-scented candles, made the atmosphere soothing and comforting.
Roses hung at the end of each row of benches; every other row had different colors. One row had pink roses, the one before that had white roses, then the other row had white roses, and so on.
It was good because the church and altar walls were white, and the floor was gray concrete.
I remembered to spread out the two-colored petals with each step I took. Instead of the traditional red, my mother had chosen to spread the rose petals in the same color as the pastel pink and white decorations.
When Jungkook and I arrived at the end of the aisle in front of the altar, and Jeonseok, Jungkook had winked at his father while I gave him a thumbs up with a smile, which he returned without hesitation. Poor guy, he was so stressed. It made me sad to see him like that. But hey, as they say, it's a blessing in disguise.
As I sat in the front row next to my grandmother, Jungkook gave the rings to one of his father's best men before joining me and taking the empty seat between his grandmother and me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jungkook wanted to put his hand on my thigh, but he changed his mind before doing anything and instead put his hands between his legs.
Whether in my room, in his room, in the car, on a date at the beach, or in a restaurant, Jungkook has recently developed the habit of putting his hand on my thigh and only taking it off when he has no other choice.
When his hand was not on my thigh, it was often warmly placed in the small of my back or clasped to mine.
When my mother appeared at the entrance, all the guests stood up to form a guard of honor. As they walked forward, I could see my grandfather's lips moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying to my mother, but knowing him, it could only be sweet and encouraging words.
Ever since childhood, my grandmother reminded me how much my father considered my mother the apple of his eye. She had a soft glow of pride when she said this to me. You could tell that my grandparents had a beautiful pride in my mother, a satisfaction that I idolized and hoped that one day my mother would be able to say to my children - if I ever had any - about me in this way.
Distracted by the scene unfolding, I didn't immediately notice that Jungkook had intertwined our fingers.
"Are you okay, princess?" The only answer he got from me was a gentle squeeze in his hand, which was intertwined with mine, causing a smile on his beautiful face.
When my mother and grandfather arrived in front of my mother's future husband, this time, I could hear what my grandfather was saying to Jeonseok.
"Take good care of my daughter and granddaughter." It touched me that my grandfather did not forget me at such a time.
"Count on me, sir."
The ceremony was beautiful and quickly gave way to a reception in a castle. My mother had dreamed of a fairy-tale wedding since she was a little girl. And today, her wish finally came true.
I sat at the bride and groom's family table. Jungkook sat next to me, chatting with some of his family members - his cousins - while I was more preoccupied with looking at my mother. She was glowing.
Torn from my thoughts by the sound of a notification on my phone, I grabbed it and saw that it was Evie.
Evie: So how was the wedding?
YN: Picture
YN: The ceremony was beautiful. Now it's party time. 🥂
It didn't take her long to answer.
Evie: Wow, you look fabulous 😳
YN: Thank you, love, 😘
One thing led to another, we chatted, and when our conversation ended, I decided to go quickly on Instagram. I know it's not very polite of me to be on my phone while sitting at a table full of people I should be chatting with, especially since most of them I hadn't seen in a long time - I'm talking about my cousins.
The first thing I see is my godmother's post about last night's party, and the picture that pops up is me sitting in the living room with the dancers around me. Of course, it was the last picture that I saw this morning.
A slight movement next to me made me turn my head slightly. Jungkook had his eyes glued to my phone screen.
Shit, he saw it.
I don't know why, but I panicked for the first time since our forbidden love escapades began. It was the first time I had seen such a glint in his eyes. Without thinking, I deleted Instagram before I locked my phone.
Note to self: ask my godmother to remove that last photo.
Not only did I think about Jungkook, but I also thought about my future. How would I look if I was pulled out of a job interview with this photo?
I didn't even dare to look in Jungkook's direction, but I could feel his eyes on me.
Gently leaning towards me, he said quietly, "We'll talk about it when we get home."
I am officially screwed.
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Pride is necessary until we are no longer targets of dangerous actions.
We are there to be seen. We are there to say, Hey, we exist in your community. Your laws affect us, we exist.
That was the point, and is the point.
Pride events will look different over the years. And I hope there's always celebration and lots of play and goodness there. It makes me so happy to see us happier.
The riots were riots. and after that, Pride has always been about, "You can't pretend we don't exist and quietly legislate us away".
We won't go. We are your mothers, your sisters, your brothers, your niblings, your family, your coworkers, your bosses, your teachers, your actors, we're everywhere.
and you can't pretend that we aren't anymore.
For those of you who can be out, proud, and visible, please do so :)
For those who are in the closet, we party some years, and march others, so you will one day be safe enough. (please support us in the voting booth, otherwise, stay safe and take good care of yourselves)
#pride#pride march#pride history#lgbtq#lgbtqia#queer#questioning#everyone under the rainbow#trans#pride 2023#pride month#visibility#visible#we are here#we are queer#we are everywhere#we are your people
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all this hatred towards the jews nowadays honestly would make a certain Austrian artist really happy...
If only they knew how they went from the "oh so tolerant left" to the thing they claim they hate the most.
Honestly this is a prime example why I consider myself political homeless. There are several political parties where I live and there is something in each of them I stand for. But in recent years I've realized how much these radical people have made me overthink a lot of my left leaning views.
No political extreme is good and healthy for a country and it's the balance what makes things work. It's being open to discuss topics and hear out a side even if you don't disagree. It's being open to criticism and not get a temper tantrum just because things don't go your way or biological facts are brought up the table.
It is refreshing to see white people who are tired of being told how bad evil and horrible they are starting to fight back
It's refreshing to see women get up and fight against "trans" people and predators invading women only spaces with little to no conequences.
It's refreshing to see leftist media fail on all levels and how the racism and hatred is slowly but surely exposed.
Unlike almost 100 years ago there isn't just one source of media. Even if the official media is biased and controlled. There are enough individual people still able to expose the truth. And love him or hate him but thanks to the new owner of X the left no longer is able to drown out opposing voices on this platform. People are waking up and this to me feels like the first steps of this madness to end are being made.
honestly I really would love to like all posts of your views 100 times but I am too scared of the crazy people. But I do love what you do and I'll support you!
Thanks for these posts, anon!
We only have the two political parties here, and they seem to work together for the same bad ends on the federal level. On the local level, I support the more conservative one because they work to make life easier for normal working-class people, whereas the 'Party of the Little Guy' works for everybody but..
It's nice to have free X (Twitter) just so I can go on a post where a white person is getting their head stomped in by you know who and vent about the genocidal language of Critical Race Theory in our schools riling non-white races up. If a person goes on a news story on Yahoo or MSN, he/she will have their comment rejected automatically, as if they flag for 'CRT'. I'm surprised the many comments talking about racial issues get through.
Whenever there is a story about anything to do with trans on the mainstream internet, the comments will be turned off every time, and down votes are never shown. They have to know the majority of people think trans issues have gone too far, but they are still pushing this facade that the majority of people are okay with dudes in the ladies' rooms or men taking trophies and opportunities away from biological women in women's sports.
Radical leftists always like to make you think they are the majority, and that anybody who disagrees with them is some sort of weirdo. It's always the opposite. I stopped falling for peer pressure when I was harassed by the worst people who exist irl. We're talking about people who have openly wished for my death, and who have made jokes about how 'you can't make comedy like this up' when I was harassed by a committed stalker in front of them (many of them who encouraged him to stalk me in the first place). Peer pressure doesn't work because I don't consider dirty rotten low life scumbags my 'peers'.
Side note: Why do trans people write fan fiction about trans characters? -Like if a woman wants to be a man, then why not write yaoi about men? If being a man is the ideal, then why not write about an actual biological dude? Why write about a woman with mutilated genitals? It's like they know that a woman can never be a man and vice versa.
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Hm. Well, see, if it has to be a risk, crucially, they also CAN'T LET IT HAPPEN. A RISK OF HARM IS NOT IN FACT THE SAME AS THE HARM ITSELF.
Like this is a very real problem, but the fucking anarchists who are literally further from liberals than the FASCISTS are, aren't saying "you can care about issue when we are no longer at risk of bad thing". They're saying "you have zero chance of making bad thing not happen if you elect the party who actively WANTS bad thing to happen immediately instead of the party that needs it to be something that HASN'T HAPPENED YET". They're saying "you have four years to enact change through OTHER MEANS THAN VOTING if the doomsday clock ISN'T at .01 seconds to midnight". They're saying "harm reduction still MATTERS so that you retain the ABILITY to do anything whatsoever".
They're saying "you have more power when someone who relies on "opposing" the existence of fascism for the sole reason of getting votes is in power than when an ACTUAL FASCIST is in power".
Like use your fucking brain! The more illegal your mere EXISTENCE is, the more violence a state is willing to use to ELIMINATE pushback, the more ACTIVE MURDEROUS INTENT aimed your way, the less you can actually, y'know, make change that makes it so that you DON'T have to keep voting for the toothless pseudo-fascists instead of the rabid toothy fascists!
I dunno about you, but I'd rather have someone's mildly bigoted aunt Kathy who stirs shit at Thanksgiving dinners than fucking Stalin 2.0! And quite frankly, I'm not convinced that all Democrats are even THAT bad. Some of them are basically like my parents in terms of beliefs - themselves milquetoast liberals who simply don't have a personal stake in a lot of our issues but will minimally handwave some lip service our way! I'd definitely rather have that than someone who wants to crown themself the malicious Godking of America and wipe out all the undesirables!
Like. Literally. I specifically tag this shit because I have friends that struggle with heavily pro-voting sentiments because yeah, Democrats aren't doing SHIT for a lot of us and likely never will. Disability rights? Ha! Those aren't even getting advanced in the supposedly more leftist countries in Europe lol. We even admitted that this criticism is not WRONG for the most part, which is why this is getting the "personal vent post" tag.
It's just... missing the fact that them needing it to be a risk means they need it to be a RISK and not a reality. It's missing that a looming risk gives more room to fight than a reality. It's missing the fact that the reason fascist advanced to the point it is now is BECAUSE they didn't stop pushing.
Like, the way to make it so that the reality is no longer "you have to vote for me so the fascists don't win" and eliminate the risk of fascism is not "don't vote and let the fascists win".
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Re: starseeds are trying to find meaning. I think you're right. It's definitely the case with someone I used to call stepsister (and now no longer want in my life). She had a wonderful marriage to an amazing guy, two amazing kids, a successful job and busy social life, but was still looking for more.
She found it in new age spirituality and starseeds (although the people she got involved with called it shamans). Eventually she and her husband went to a counselor because she felt "she was meant for more". First two counselors told her that this was normal for a person her age with young kids (especially when children had been her life goal for a long time). She of course didn't agree, so kept looking until she found someone who "understood her" (read: shared her spirituality).
Now she's getting a divorce, is alienated from most of her friends and family because she became a hateful person who thinks illness is a choice (yes really), doesn't believe covid exists, voted for our most alt-right party for that reason, and is anti-vaxx. I don't know or like this person anymore. And as someone with long-covid I want her as far away from me as I can get her.
That's very unfortunate. Sadly, it's all too common for people whose lives look perfect on the outside to have unmet needs that leave them vulnerable to this kind of thing. I can't imagine that societal programming that women are supposed to feel happy and fulfilled by having children helped at all here, either.
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2022 Victorian State Election
As the majority of the election comes to a close for the lower house-- only 9 seats found to be in doubt, which will be decided by the pre-poll and postal votes as they begin to be counted over the coming days, Daniel Andrews has secured a historic third term as Victorian Premier and leader of the Victorian Labor Party. This means that, unless interrupted by a resignation or retirement from Andrews, Victoria will have had an Andrews Labor government from 2014-2026.
This state election was widely seen as a complicated and uncertain one; as typical of Australian elections, widespread media narratives, particularly those posed by News Corp associated orgs, all presented a tight race, which was reinforced by several Liberal Party officials, including opposition leader Matthew Guy, who all spoke positively on the campaign and claimed that they held a clear chance at winning majority government. As the votes came in, however, this was shown to be not only inaccurate, but bordering on delusional-- to put it in the words of the Victoria Votes ABC panel: "The Liberal Party needs to hire a new pollster".
Despite polls and front-cover claims from the majority of Australian news organizations, and the perspective provided by the Victorian Liberals, there was, in fact, a further loss of popularity for the Liberals. As currently standing, it is likely that Labor will retain the number of seats they had prior to the election, at around double the Liberal National Coalition's seats.
Key Quotes of Tonight:
Richard Willingham: "it's a raw moment for Matthew Guy, but he would know his political career is essentially over."
Ellen Sandell: "This shows that the old two-party system is dying, [...] we're seeing Labor get elected on Greens preferences."
Ellen Sandell: "If you look at something like Northcote, if you look at the Green vote, plus the Socialist vote, we're actually over the Labor party, [...] and what this means is that now, the Labor party can't get elected in the inner-city without the Liberal vote."
Kos Samaras: "[Liberals] are possibly a political movement that no longer talks to a significant number of Victorians, full stop. Political parties come and go; it's a historical fact, and I think that the Liberal Party is pitching to a constituency that doesn't live in Victoria all that much."
Major Key Points
The LNP vastly overestimated the presence of anti-Daniel Andrews sentiment in communities after COVID-19 lock-downs.
Matthew Guy will likely not remain Opposition leader for long; two consecutive losses as leader of the opposition will likely be enough to eject him from the position.
The results of the federal election provided an incredibly accurate prediction of how the Victorian State Election would result.
The LNP suffered greatly due to a combination of preferencing far-right candidates and preselecting ultra-conservative candidates for their own campaigns, which made them less appealing to voters.
While Victoria is broadly moving to the left (a ALP government with progressive values, an increasing Greens vote, etc.), voters are leaving the major parties either in the direction of groups such as the Victorian Greens or Victorian Socialists, or in the direction of "alt-right parties", as described by Victoria Votes panelists.
The ALP has largely benefited from their presentation of progressive politics, largely through the adoption of Greens policies; this has been regarded, as said by Ellen Sandell, as a victory for the Greens party.
My Analysis
The results of the Victorian 2022 State Election have compounded a set of pre-existing trends that I had begun to recognize in the federal election; some of these trends had been reported more widely, while others have been more personal evaluations of politics.
Firstly: Australians are rejecting the major parties; in the federal election, only a third of the country voted for an ALP government, yet that government was formed in the majority-- furthermore, these votes are going to three key categories:
Alt-right parties (One Nation, United Australia, DLP, etc.)
Teal independents
Progressive minor parties (Greens, Socialists, Animal Justice, etc.)
This trend, which was first present in the 2022 Federal election, mostly continued into the state election-- the state is now forming a stable majority ALP government currently at around 37.1% of the vote-- the opposition holds a total of 34.6%. The rest is split between an 11.2% Greens and 17.1% Other vote.
Within the Other vote, the first category of minority party voters are clearly present, with far-right parties such as Family First, Freedom Party Victoria, and Labour DLP getting a combined 5.7%.
The second category of minority party voters can be seen through the 6% Independent vote; interestingly, the number of independents in the lower house will have dropped by the end of this election, as two key rural independents were ousted by successful Nationals campaigns. Contrarily, however, traditionally Liberal electorates faced major competition from independents in the east, particularly in the case of Hawthorne, a state electorate within the federal electorate of Kooyong, where independent Melissa Lowe followed the example of Monique Ryan in the Federal Election and is poised to defeat John Pesutto, who was vying to retake the seat after having it taken by ALP member John Kennedy in 2018.
The third category of minority voters can be seen through the 11.2% Greens vote, 1.4% Victorian Socialist vote, and 2.3% Animal Justice vote, totalling to a 14.9% vote.
By looking at the state of Australian politics-- preferences by the LNP towards alt-right candidates, hyper-conservative News Corp biases, and rampaging issues of misogyny, racism, inequality, corruption, and mistrust in each consecutive government, whether it be at the state or federal level, it is easily identifiable how this escape from the major parties has occurred, and particularly through explorations of COVID-19 and the impact of it on working class families, as well as the manipulation of the pandemic by far-right groups to promote fascist ideologies, it is understandable how there has been an increase in the alt-right vote.
While the expansion of the fascist vote in Australia is concerning, there is a hopeful counter-movement rising in the establishment and rapid expansion of leftist organisations such as the Victorian Socialists; while the Victorian Socialists were unable to take any lower house seats, and it is too early to call whether they were successful in their move to disrupt far right politician Bernie Finn's place in the Western Metro legislative council ticket, it is important to acknowledge the success of what could soon be one of the most successful Australian socialist movements in decades.
Founded in 2018, and first running in the Victorian state election that same year, the Victorian Socialists are an expansion of various socialist groups in Australia, particularly the Socialist Alternative; while they lacked major presence during the 2018 election, they packed genuine influence in the 2022 Victorian election. As expressed by Ellen Sandell's previously mentioned quote, the Victorian Socialists were actually responsible for the election of a fourth Greens member through preferences, and if their fight to overtake Bernie Finn in the upper house is successful, they would be poised to put one of the first socialists in Australian government in 70 years.
In a similar vein of recognising the influence of progressivism in Victoria, it is important to acknowledge the key role that progressive movements such as the Victorian Greens have played in influencing the political attitudes of the Andrew's government, and how said part can be key in making the best out of a ALP majority government. Climate commitments and the commitment to re-establish the SEC, for instance, both directly link back to the policy proposals of the Victorian Greens. Additionally, here is hope from Greens members that, despite not succeeding in creating a hung parliament with the Greens holding balance of power, their influence could be key in further strengthening environmental policies, and I am personally hopeful that the influence of the Victorian Greens could result in the expansion and improvement of the current proposed SEC, which is highly flawed and needs major changes before it is able to succeed.
As stated by members of the ABC Victoria Votes panel, it is highly likely that the catastrophic losses experienced at both the 2018 and 2022 state elections by the LNP are symptoms not of a failure to recognise issues within their party's campaign, but rather a symptom of a party that is no longer relevant or necessary within the state.
For progressives, the ALP majority government is not the ideal outcome, but it is one that can be utilised to the advancement of leftist politics, and the success of the Andrews government, even if by an arguably thin margin, is proof that Victoria could remain safe from the far-right toxicity attempting to enter Australian politics through the actions of the LNP.
This post may be followed up on in the near future; for now though, I will leave my commentary as is, because I need sleep. I have just done 9 hours of volunteering for election day, followed by a 5 1/2 hour watch of the election results, and now, the 1 1/2 hours that it has taken to fully write this analysis. Thank you for reading, and I hope my analysis was one of value. :)
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I have been looking forward to this day for decades now. The old guard of the Boomer generation is steadily dying off and with their depleted numbers comes the end of their domination of American politics.
Americans, by and large, are rejecting conservative, evangelical Christianity. Church membership and attendance have been declining for years, but it seems now we have reached a critical mass where evangelicals no longer have the numbers required to sway elections. With the loss of that ability, their hold on what is left of the Republican Party wanes as well.
Christians only have themselves to blame for this, of course. They have made every rational, thinking person their enemy. They have given no quarter to anyone who believes differently than they do, and in return they should receive none from us. This is not to say that we should discriminate against these Christians, but rather we have to keep challenging them on their beliefs, specifically their plan for "Dominion" over our entire society.
The tendency inherent to conservatism for authoritarianism is now reaching a fever pitch. This is why they latch on to those they see as "strongmen" like TFG, DeSantis, Putin, etc. They are now speaking openly of the need to seize power in order to inflict their rule and their agenda on all of us. They have no respect for democracy or a pluralistic society. If they can't be in charge, they will seek to burn this nation to the ground.
I am a strong believer in and an advocate for religious freedom. No one should dictate to another what they must believe. There is no freedom OF religion without freedom FROM religion. Many on the right find this laughable, but keep in mind that despite the fact that millions of people wear the label of "Christian", there is no real consensus within the myriad of Christian denominations. They fail to understand that if they were able to take power in the USA, they will almost immediately find themselves in a civil war between different factions.
Do you think that Southern Baptists would consent to be ruled by Catholic doctrine? Or vice versa? No, it would be a fight to the death between these sects. The history of the world has shown over and over again that theocracy breeds tyranny and every single example of theocratic systems has either failed or is on its way to failure.
Is Iran a prosperous nation? No, not in the way it could be were it not such a pariah. Saudi Arabia (a de facto theocracy) is prosperous, but only because of its oil and the fact that the modern world could not exist without it. What about Pakistan, another de facto theocracy? Is it seen as a bright light of freedom? No, it is rightly perceived as a hellhole.
We can look back in our own history to see how Christian fundamentalism has negatively affected us. They balk at every attempt at progress. When we are successful in breaking down barriers for minorities, they seek loopholes that will allow them to avoid compliance with the law. They ask for special privilege to discriminate and then use every tool at hand to reverse even meager steps towards full equality for everyone.
I am glad that younger people recognize the threat that Christian conservatism presents to our society. By voting our values we will succeed. So long as they continue on their retrograde course, they will fail. Only by embracing the future, the freedom for everyone to live as they choose and recognizing that they are merely one group out of many and not the true majority will they be able to salvage what is left of their institutions.
The battle continues and is far from over, but the indications are clear that Christian conservatism, dominionism, etc. are failed ideologies that will soon become as irrelevant as the horse and buggy are today.
And that day cannot come soon enough for me.
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i feel like you made a post about what gods would vote for apollo to be brought back to olympus/not to kill meg or something, and i'm trying to find it to use for something, but i can't find it? it's not in your analysis masterpost, and that thing is LONG.
Um... it’s not EXACTLY what you’re asking for, but is this it? If not I can make a new analysis of a specific question.
Of course, Olympus hasn’t stopped existing through all of this. There is no longer a King of the Gods, at least officially. Instead, the Olympians form a council of equals, like Hera suggested in “Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods”, when she, Apollo, Artemis, and Athena tried to overthrow Zeus the first time.
Now, this probably wouldn’t work on its own - the gods squabble so much, they need someone to help them get along. It worked in this case though, because of a complicated series of alliances and friendships.
Apollo, Artemis, and Hermes have the strongest alliance, forged from bonds of family and friendship. They work together to make sure that demigods get to camp safely. Without Zeus enforcing his stupid “we can’t help demigods, but they have to do whatever we tell them without complaint” laws, they are all far more proactive in picking up any demigods who seem to be in trouble, and transporting them to safety. Apollo especially keeps an ear out for any demigods with grave injuries or illness, and tries to at least send ambrosia and nectar to them, if not actually heal them. When the three of them DO disagree, they always do their best to make sure the others know WHY they disagree.
Now for most of these others, the demigods come in handy. A lot of the gods care about their children more than they used to, and their kids are louder and more demanding about their parents actually growing up and getting along. Remember that whole headcanon I posted awhile ago, where Apollo makes a sunbeam bracelet for Nico and Hazel, to help prevent them from fading into shadow? (I think I just listed Nico initially, but I figure they could both use one). Between that help Apollo gave, Nico dating one of Apollo’s sons, and Hades just generally being glad that Zeus isn’t in charge anymore, he’s actually a pretty firm ally for Apollo. Plus Nico and Hazel tend to yell at him when he’s being a butt.
Poseidon and Hephaestus are generally very reasonable in the Riordanverse, so while they occasionally serve as dissenting voices, they usually have good reasons behind their concerns. Percy is especially adept at convincing Poseidon to change his mind, if the need arises.
Demeter hasn’t really been fond of Zeus since he allowed Hades to get away with kidnapping Persephone, plus Meg will often try to talk her around (or rather, tell her she’s being stupid and explain why). She’s rather pleased that Zeus got his comeuppance for incinerating Meg. She usually isn’t too hard to convince.
Hera doesn’t like most of the gods on the council, and most of them don’t like her, but she IS glad that they’re getting along. Plus they’re more proactive than they were under Zeus, which Juno is very happy about.
Hestia gets along with everyone. She and Apollo are especially friendly these days.
Athena may not like being on the same side as Poseidon so often, but after Percy willingly fell into Tartarus to be with Annabeth, she’s pretty much resigned herself to getting along with him. Her favorite daughter is with his favorite son, and they’re clearly never going to be willingly separated. Athena’s smart enough to see that this new council is working out better than the old one anyway, and does her best to help thoroughly explain different sides’ arguments, if they have good arguments but aren’t necessarily the best at articulating them. She’s glad that she can finally do so without fear that Zeus will blow up. He may have been most reasonable with her, out of all his children, but that’s partly because she knew exactly how far and in what ways she could push him.
Ares and Aphrodite are both pretty contrary and unreliable, and tend to not listen to everyone else. That’s not all that different from before, though. They don’t listen to their children much either, so they often can’t persuade them.
Dionysus may pretend to hate the demigods, but he’s secretly fond of them - fond enough to not want them to die at least. He’ll try to avoid most votes that make it clear how much he cares for the demigods, unless he has to serve as a tiebreaker. That hardly ever happens though, most of the council are pretty on-the-ball about trying to keep their children alive. He can be fairly contrary by nature, but he and Apollo have always gotten along pretty well, since Apollo is so fond of parties, plus he also tended to be punished harshly by Zeus. When Apollo really needs him, he usually comes through.As for the minor gods, most of them like Apollo. He’s always treated them decently (flirted with a decent amount of them too).
Apollo tries his best to fulfill Jason’s promise ,and make sure all the minor gods are honored. He personally ensures that all of them have shrines, and whenever he has a concern about something that falls within their Sphere of Influence, he makes a point of consulting all gods that have relevant power or knowledge, and thanking them for their help. He lets them know that they can talk to him if they have concerns, and asks them to tell him if they have demigod children who need help. So while the exact nature of each god’s relationship to both Apollo and the council as a whole varies, they’re generally pretty happy with the new arrangement. Certainly happier than when Zeus was in charge.
So gradually, without really intending to, without any formal announcement, Apollo becomes the leader of Olympus. Not through fear and overwhelming power like Zeus did, but instead through kindness and friendship.
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No I will never forgive the Tories, for all of their various evils. And they are many.
No I will never forgive New Labour, for Iraq and for building on the tory neoliberal policies. (David may have noticed that a significant number of the Labour shadow cabinet voted against the Iraq war) and i will not forgive the miliband team for their complicity in austerity.
Stable government? Great. Tell that to all the dead disabled people. I'm sure they'll be really reassured that their austerity-driven death wasn't in vain.
The fact that the lib dems completely changed before and after government is exactly the problem. They have no consistent beliefs, no coherent political ideology, they simply can't be trusted. The lib dems, more than any current UK political party, exist solely to try and get into power. No underlying vision for the UK, no grand plan. Just say whatever is currently trending and hope it works. Anything for power, fuck what you actually do with the power once you have it. The bojo of political parties. This can be seen in the fact that the lib dems are (currently) a single issue remainer party. Swinson said the other day that she would not enter a coalition with labour because of labours brexit stance. So, fuck all the good things that labour wants to do for the country. Even though the lib dems are meant to be centre left and therefore natural allies of labour, their record over the last ten years shows that this label is no longer accurate.
David may think the lib dems record doesn't matter. He seems to only care about Brexit. But Brexit is not killing the disabled. Brexit is not burning the planet. Brexit is not privatising the NHS. Brexit is not cutting legal aid and letting our prisons rot. The lib dems have no answer to any non-brexit problem. As a result, all we can go on is their record. Which is one of lying and being turncoat little shits. Clegg killed the party by selling his soul for a plastic bag tax.
A letter below put it very well indeed:
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The Shirley Exception
From @/AlexandraErin on Twitter
The Shirley Exception is a bit of mental sleight of hand that allows people to support a policy they profess to disagree with. It's called the Shirley Exception because... well, I mean, *surely* there must be exceptions, right?
Let's imagine that in response to suspicions about overbroad use of service animal rules, a city somewhere decides to just swing the pendulum 100% in the other direction. Restaurants, public accommodations, etc., no longer have to recognize any service animals.
And in the aftermath of the change, existing rules about where animals may and may not go apply full force.
A lot of people would back the change because Obviously Some People Take Advantage. (Positing that someone, somewhere is taking advantage is a great way to get the masses on your side in our politics, sadly.)
Now if you point out the existence of a blind person or an epileptic person who has a service dog for everyday navigation of life or for life-saving purposes, the Good People who just don't want anyone to take advantage will tell you:
"No one's talking about legitimate cases."
And if you point out that the rule that they're backing would affect what they call "legitimate cases", the response will be:
"But surely there will be an exception."
If you back up an anti-abortion activist to the point where they actually have to grapple with a case where the parent would 100% die delivering a 100% non-viable fetus, you'll get the same answers: "No one is talking about those cases." and "But surely there will be exceptions."
All of those studies of people in Trump Country USA who were shocked, shocked, that the kind man next door who is a good father and a great neighbor and a real part of the community was dragged away by ICE?
They all thought that surely he'd be an exception.
If you point out that the laws/policies they're talking about *don't* offer such exceptions and in some cases explicitly forbid them, if you say "So let's put those exceptions in writing."... well, then you're back to Surely People Will Take Advantage.
See, the people who are sure that Surely There Will Be Exceptions are very comfortable with the idea of justice being decided on a case-by-case basis. They've always had teachers, bosses, bureaucrats, even traffic cops giving them some slack for reasons of compassion and logic.
I mean, if Officer Smalltown von Cul-De-Sac could give them a warning when they were caught with recreational amounts of pot as kids because it was harmless and they Had Futures, then Surely there must be similar exceptions for everyone?
That post about "I never thought the leopards would eat my face, sobbed woman who voted for Face-Eating Leopards Party" is very true, and it goes farther than personal immunity to a very generalized and broad Just World Fallacy.
Surely, they think, surely the leopards will know to only eat the *right* faces, the faces that need eating, and leave alone all the faces that don't deserve that.
But if we try to lay out rules to protect faces from being eaten by leopards, people will take advantage. Best to keep it simple and count on decency and reason to rule the day.
So moderate conservatives, what we might call "everyday conservatives", the ones who don't wear MAGA hats or tea party costumes and think that Mr. Trump fella should maybe stay off of Twitter, they will vote for candidates and policies that they don't actually agree with...
...because in their mind the exact law being prescribed is just a tool in the chest, an option on the table, which they expect to be wielded fairly and judiciously. Surely no one would do anything so unreasonable as actually enforcing it as written! Not when that would be bad!
And then they are confused, shocked, and even insulted when people hold them accountable for their support of the monstrous policy.
"I didn't vote for leopards to eat *your* face! I just thought we needed some face-eating leopards generally. Surely you can't blame me for that!"
The old "Defense of Marriage" laws are another textbook example of this.
Many of them included language that expressly forbade giving similar benefits (like hospital visitation) to same-sex relationships.
Yet the people who voted for them, in many cases, wanted it to be known that No One Is Talking About Stopping You From Visiting Your Loved One In The Hospital. And Surely There Will Be An Exception.
The Shirley Exception is how people who are only mundanely monstrous, moderately monstrous, wind up supporting policies that are completely monstrous.
And when they do, they always want credit for their good intentions towards those they see as deserving, not the outcomes.
I'm describing a phenomenon here and I don't have a solution to its existence. While convincing people that laws that don't specify exceptions functionally *don't have them* might work sometimes on (ironically) a case-by-case basis, what is really needed is a broader shift.
People need to get used to thinking about the harm policies will do as a real part of the policy, not a hypothetical that Reasonable People of Good Will Can Surely Work Around.
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Just wanted to send u some love in this rough political time - im also totally tapped out as a va resident and its hard not to just feel hopeless abt these things!! Totally respect ur decision to take a step back, but also wanted to share the thing that always gets me through these times which is MLK Jr's stride toward freedom. He talks abt the bus boycotts and i always have to remember that it took 7 years - 7 YEARS for them to successfully organize just the montgomery community for sustainable mobilization. We'll get there, but there sure aren't any shortcuts and people are actively dumber than they were before.....i hope one day we can all finally let out that breath
Part of the problem is the internet, which is unfortunate because the internet is a huge trove of real information. But when ANYONE can post ANYTHING and there are some people who don't realize that there's no vetting on the internet, it's really easy to pass along incorrect information.
My favorite meme about this is the "What if Google Was a Guy" videos, where someone asks for evidence that vaccines don't work, and Google returns millions of results that say they DO work, and one result saying they don't. And the one result is taken as fact because it exists.
There's been a huge campaign by Republicans to prevent people from thinking for themselves, including attacks on critical thinking and critical race theory. People are expected to believe/do what they're told.
The best thing we could do now is abolish all political parties and heavily fine any politician who refers to the words "democrat" "republican" "conservative" or "liberal" because at this point, it's the only way to prevent people from voting down party lines. They'd actually have to pay attention.
Of course that won't work because the internet would just come up with dog whistles. But yeah, this has gotten longer than I wanted it to, and I really do intend to step away from this. I can't take it anymore, and I have a bad feeling that the smartest and most logical people in this fight are also too overwhelmed to do anything anymore.
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Apparently a cartoon mouse named Speedy and a cartoon skunk named Le Pew are the latest on the woke mobs hit list along with large hoop earrings. Who is the one with the final say on what it is we are supposed to like and not like? Is there a group that meets on the first Tuesday of the month and votes?
What kind of life do you have that makes it possible to sit around and choose what people should hate this week? Is laughing against the rules? Do you have a leader and if so does this person have an education? Have we really reached a point in society where if one person is offended then it must be destroyed?
I sincerely hope not.
"But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last." Ray Bradbury-- Ferenheight 451
Cancel culture makes me want to scream. I saw a post on FB about a book burning party and it made me freeze up. In the span of a few seconds the myriad of paths that can be taken from that single instant scared the helloutta me. Banning, canceling and burning books, characters, shows because it doesn't measure up to some odd scale of societal niceties is wrong. A good book will make you laugh, cry and think. The words will dig under your skin and roam around your mind like a small echo until it literally changes you. From that you grow in a new understanding of life. If we continue to allow the world of cancel culture to make decisions for us then we not only lose our individuality we lose our ability to think for ourselves.
To echo something because of a hashtag does a disservice to the free thinking person. (I find a little irony in that last statement because I use hashtags at the end of posts. Lol)
I have never been a pro-cancel person. I think it leads us down a slippery slope filled with ignorance. I look around and see people calling for segregation and am blown away because I honestly don't think these people understand what they are asking for. Then I read things where if you are white you are automatically racist and I feel furious at these statements because they ARE racist. And yet I don't want a single one of them canceled or taken down. Why? Because as wrong as those statements are, nobody will grow and learn how wrong they are if they do not exist. In order to stand for something you must be willing to take the good with the bad. I am a HUGE believer in FREEDOM OF SPEECH. Thst freedom comes with idiotic thinking, immoral views and strange requests. But it also comes with a long history of free thinkers that have made this world a better place. Through free speech we have the Constitution of the United States; innovation, the ability to assist one another in times of need and the gift of the written word. Freedom of speech is the foundation of all change in life. If we do not have the ability to explore or invent, then we are no longer free.
There are those who think the world would be a better place if we just get rid of everything that offends. To me, that would take away the very reasons we are here. It would take away the ability to grow past our own understandings in life.
That's about all I have right now. Time to add my own echo chamber hashtags that might light up the internet.
#wokemob #cancelculture #SpeedyGonzolas #freespeech #life #livelaughlove
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