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blood-orange-juice · 4 months

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ok so ive never properly played genshin and don’t plan to but i know a bit about it’s lore and characters and i think it’s really neat. however i have thousands of hours on ffxiv. on that note please explain why graha and childe are similar. i only have very basic knowledge on childe and i gotta know

Fellow ffxiv enjoyer. <3

(anyone asking me about G'raha has a 100% chance of getting a wall of text and I'm not apologising for that. enjoy your wall of text)

I'm not entirely sure I'm not a case of a person with a hammer to whom everything resembles a nail, but I do think they are the same archetype.

Sweet characters who could have been perfect sidekicks (who still are perfect sidekicks) but listened to too many epic tales as kids and found themselves in a wrong place at a wrong time and now have to play a key role in some universe-changing story.

Both are defined mostly by their stubborness, they are not very suitable for the roles they've chosen and fail over and over again until they do it somewhat right (barely).

No matter how badass they look, their power is not their own, G'raha is a glorified technician of someone else's miracle and little else than a living key, Childe wields an art of old Khaenri'ah without fully understanding it. It's all borrowed from someone else who needed them to achieve a goal.

They do look badass, but mostly because they larp. I'm honestly not sure which one enjoys theatrics more.

Civilisations that created the magic they use specialised in perversion of the natural order of things. They try to use it in relatively noble ways and mostly hurt themselves but the flavour is there.

Both are unbelievably tragic and both somehow make their stories seem almost lighthearted. Complete absense of self-pity. I think that's what makes them both so charming, it's a rare trait.

Both have an incredible capacity for loyalty and love and an incredibly twisted view of what relationships look like. "I'll cross time and space for you, I'll die for you, I'll build a city for you, I'll live for you but please don't ask me to share my plans." "I'll sacrfice my own health and respect of my subordinates to keep my brother's happyness, probably my humanity too, but don't expect me to actually interact with him."

Both have something that looks like self-sacrificial tendencies bordering on suicidality while being, if we are honest, a self-serving trait (partially born out of low self-esteem but still self-serving). They want to live in an old myth and sacrificing oneself is a perfectly reasonable price for that.

Huge egos. And I mean Huge Egos. It's a bit less obvious in Graha's case but I know the type, you see guys like that in PhD programs a lot.

Huge dorks. Both of them.

Both are stuck somewhere between human and non-human and, hmm... their ability to remain human is the most astonishing quality of both. By all accounts, neither should have. They somehow did.

Both are incapable of lying to the point where a third of each fandom headcanons them as autistic. Both are somewhat all right with tricking people without technically lying (although Childe had more practice).

Both are secretive because no one would understand anyway.

FF XIV is a kinder story, so it's easy to overlook, but technically G'raha is a case of body horror, accepts the role of a villain for a while and hides from the player way too much. Hmmm... Where else have I seen it. Hmm. Oh right. That ginger guy from Genshin.

Minor things:

Both are little shits and enjoy annoying the hell out of people they dislike.

Abysmally bad fashion sense. There should be a name for this particular type and level of bad. I don't think I've seen this anywhere else.

And then there's the colour scheme. Red+black+white+blue and red+black+light grey+blue (it's an "anime magician" color profile, I think. black-red-white as alchemy colours + blue as pure magic/something elemental). Childe doesn't quite fit but still the combination is rare.

They way they talk. Dear gods. Who the hell talks like that.

Here's where the similarities end.

One is morally grey but ultimately a good guy (technically. I think the point of ShB was that Emet and G'raha are almost the same), another is a morally grey but still (kind of) a bad buy.

At every step of his story Graha is surrounded by people who love or at least appreciate him, Childe is pretty much on his own and surrounded by people who are either shitty or clueless.

G'raha is kind. Truly and astonishingly kind, in a doomed world he chooses to love everything he touches. Silly little priest of hope. Of all the things he has done this is the most wondrous, I think. Not the time travel, not the city he founded, just being able to remain kind after everything that happened to him.

Childe is... well, Childe. I think he is a deeply decent person (to the point of having a visceral distaste for any kind of unfairness) and he's idealistic but he's indifferent more than he is kind. Empathy usually develops only when someone has shown the person empathy first and, as far as we know, he didn't have much of that in his life.

Also G'raha builds things. Childe breaks things. Childe breaks pretty much everything he touches.

One is an archeologist and a mage and another is a warrior.

I think these differences are caused mostly by the settings they were put into. Childe raised in Sharlayan would have been a very different person. G'raha trained by a voidsent and shipped off to Garlean military would look very much like Childe.

G'raha also has a beautiful character development arc. I love his ShB role. He has this huge ego in the raids and is insufferable and then we see an older and wiser him with a bunch of actual achievements and a bad case of impostor syndrome (trying to do anything real always humbles a person, we all know that real world is held together by sticks and scotch tape. honestly, this change alone is beautiful). And he gets to be an actual hero when he abandons all hope to be Important and resigns to die as a nameless villain if it saves everyone and spares his loved ones from heartbreak.

Childe's character development is yet to happen and I'm not hoping for much but we'll see.

The only difference that definitely isn't created by setting is that G'raha is naturally manipulative. In a kind-hearted way and mostly for the sake of better larp but he isn't that straightforward. Childe is spectacularly blunt for all his mysteriousness.

As a bonus, they both compare main characters to stars, but in completely different ways.

"No doubt your heroism will be the star by which I chart my course," says G'raha to the WoL.

Childe mentions the morning star, which is, of course, pretty and a good companion to a lonely traveler, but also it's not a celestial body you can chart your course by.

It's a guy whose signature weapon is called "Polar Star" and his first artifact set was full of nautical themes, so I think he fully understands what he's saying. "You are my friend but I won't change anything in my life for you."

So I don't think his story will be anything like G'raha's, his life took a different turn very long ago. I do think they used to be similar as kids, bookish boys who dreamed of adventure and being special. So it's fun to compare.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. <3

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decolonize-the-left · 4 months

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Hope this comes as a good faith question.

Jewish people have a huge history to the land of Palestine with ancient artifacts as old as 4K years. While a lot of Israelis are jewish and settlers, there are many in Palestine that have stayed there.

What’s the difference between an indigineous jew and a settler jew if they’re both part of the same ethnoreligious group? I’d appreciate anyone chiming in to help answer.

That's a good question!

Settlers destroy the earth and people in the name of claiming land.

Indigenous people dont. Indigenous people defend themselves from those people.

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Hamas is calling for a peaceful one state solution which would value all people equally, there would be no Reason to keep the everyone divided if they were equals, especially as how the holy history in the region has been shared by people of many religions for many ages.

Natives from Turtle Island (the so called USA) are also in a similar position because our first instinct was to be kind and show the pilgrims how to live on this land. We are still advocating for our own "one state" solution: Landback where we too will all be considered as equals with equal rights to exist.

Indigenous people want the right to freely be indigenous again.

Settlers want something to conquer, own, and use up. And they don't see a problem with it. They're simple that way. A lot of time they'll even justify the problems do have by telling themselves the people they're hurting deserve those problems anyway.

Indigenous Jewish ppl will have connections with the land, they'll hear their own heart breaking in when olive trees crack in a fire. When they hear Netanyahu is going to salt the earth and make it so nothing, not even insects, can live there they too will be horrified.

They hear about about how Gazans have no water and they who know that there is no life without water would fight for the Palestinian right to have it.

They'd be trying to dismantle their own government as it's only using the Jewish identity to hide behind as it commits genocide and brings settler colonialist violence into the new year.

I think truly indigenous Jewish ppl are horrified about the things being done in their name. I think they'd be horrified to see what they're going to be inheriting and gifted.

Indigenous is something you are. There is no modifier or blood measure for it.

You are indigenous or you're not. It's a way of being, not a birthright you can prove and that's why colonizers hate indigenous people so much and why they need to create regulations for it like blood quantum or the Nuremberg laws.

You can't fake indigeneity so they can't colonize it. That's why they colonize our land instead by razing it the ground.

Which is why how long you are somewhere doesn't matter either and it's why nobody cares when Zionists say they've been there for thousands of years and that makes it theirs.

Natives don't salt the earth they love.

Colonizers do.

It really is as simple as that.

Anyone, including Jewish people can be indigenous. (And likewise there are many Jewish native Americans)

But settlers? Settlers by their very nature can not be indigenous.

And fortunately Settler is neither a race or ethnic group. It's an action. A choice. So it's not something you are bound to forever.

All this to say the only difference between a settler and an indigenous Jew is whether they've chosen to liberate or subjugate.

If any Jewish Native ppl or Native Jewish ppl wanna chip in to add/correct anything then please do!!!!

#asked #answered #settler colonialism #indigeneity #also being judaism is a closed practice and i try to resoect that so if i said something i shouldn't have or thats inconsistent w/Torah #or something like that then lmk cuz I wouldnt know

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theartfulmegalodon · 6 months

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Well dang it, I've had a nibble of engagement, and I'm finally letting it tempt me. Wanna read my comic scripts? I'm really hoping you do!

It is planned as a 30-issue comic series. I have chosen to write the entire thing and make it as good as I can before I attempt to draw any of the actual pages. Partly this is perfectionism, and partly it is because I know how long it would take me to attempt to draw it, and how unlikely I'd be to ever complete it. I wanted to focus on completing something, and I've chosen the writing.

I have written 15 (half!) of the 30 issues, and they have already seen many, many revisions. (Much thanks to the three people who have read them and given me feedback!) I am quite confident that these first 15 issues are very close to their final forms, and they are definitely good enough for me to share with you all.

I have also done a few sketches and bits of standalone art for the characters*, so while I have no comic pages drawn yet, I will occasionally include some of these sketches in with the script, just to give your optic nerves more of a workout. It's the least I can do! I'm thinking I can post one issue script per week? That's 15 weeks of new content for ya, with more to eventually follow!

*All designs subject to small changes down the line.

I post these issues mainly to share them. My experience has been that people almost never want to read a comic script, but sadly, the writing is as much as I can do right now, and I am in fact proud of what I've done so far, and very much looking forward to tackling the second half. However, I am always looking for feedback, and I will be WIDE OPEN for questions, critique and suggestions. Not saying I'll necessarily change things based on your feedback, but I do welcome it! Also, of course, I'd love it if you shared these around, talked them up to your friends, if you like them!

Read on for more about the story itself!

River & Ash is a slow-burn supernatural gay romance, set in an alternate version of our real world. The material is treated maturely (I like to think) but with only about a PG-13 rating. (No smut, no super-strong language.) There is angst in parts of it, but there is also a lot of wholesome shmoop. And while the focus is mostly on the evolution of the relationship between the two main characters, there is also plot, and mini-arcs, with minor superheroics, alternate history pop culture, and an original mythology and history that is teased and then slowly revealed over the course of the story. It also happens to have a very proactive, driven individual for a main character (River). I say this just in case, like me, you don't love when magic/the supernatural just sort of happens to the protagonist to kick off a story.

Ripped from the introductory page that begins every issue…

"Once, the world was full of magic… because humanity once shared the world with demons. History tells that for thousands of years they coexisted, sometimes happily, sometimes not, but one truth never changed: any human who made a deal with a demon would be granted incredible power of their own… for a price.

But in the Middle Ages, during the rise of the Catholic church, a small pocket of humanity attempted to purge these magical beings from existence. The details were lost to time, but what is known is that the demons who survived collectively renounced mankind and disappeared, removing themselves and their influence. 1101 became known as the year magic vanished from the world.

Centuries later, on the same day he suffers a horrifying loss, River McAllister is given what appears to be a real demon book. These rare, indestructible relics have been mostly hoarded away, and there hasn't been a confirmed demon sighting in over a thousand years. It seems impossible. He knows it probably won't work. But if he can find a way to translate it, he might just be able to summon the demon that belongs to it… and maybe make a deal of his own."

The first will be posted forthwith. Thank you in advance so very much!

#River&Ash #comic writing #comic scripts #really hoping to find even a smidgen of an audience here #Godlings? never heard of it

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patriciavetinari · 5 months

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Not saying anything new here, but liberals not seeing any other option for changing the government other than voting and calling representatives and, best case scenario, mass protesting is astounding.

The whole thing of voting for 99% Hitler vs 100% Hitler, or voting Hitler vs Mussolini and framing the entire thing 'if you don't vote blue it will also get bad for ME!!' which makes me think only of that tweet 'when things are not about me'.

And then when blogs more eloquent than me call their bullshit, they flood the notes with accusatory 'what ARE we supposed to do then??? WHO are we supposed to vote then?? Third party?? You, foreigner, tell us how to fix out country by doing something one day once in 4 years!!!'

And my favorite bit is 'so when does the revolution come??' which betrays their whole game of sitting down and waiting until a fitting Hero will pull a sword out of the stone and organize enough people to rise up. They fantasize that then it will be clear, like in a fucking star wars movie, who the goodies and the baddies are and they can finally join as a commune project manager and pat themselves on the back for having chosen the right side of history, only when it becomes childrens storybook simple to choose.

'What are we supposed to do then???' Study past revolutions and organize. Your goal is to destroy the government that you claim you understand is shitty. How many people do you realistically need for that? Hundred? Thousand? Hundred thousand? Yeah, find them then. Right now. The best time was ten years ago. Second best time is now. Organize for fucks sake. Take the fucking initiative and work on establishing a strong community with means and weapons and skills and morale to actually go through with something meaningful.

'But that's illegal??' - be gay, do crimes - so was that just a meme?

'But I might get arrested?' Yes. Support network helps with that.

'But I'm disabled/neurodivergent?' Find a way to help. If you have Internet to post on tumblr, you have Internet to organize a network of like minded people.

'But those people disagree with me on xyz and if 'queer' is slur? Also they're annoying dickheads?' Yes. You're going to have to organize with the people you might not like. You don't have to be friends or share every pinpoint opinion on everything ever.

'But I have a family to think of? And my cat?' Didn't you want to vote to make lives for your loved ones better? So do this instead for their sake. Do it for them. A small meaningfully engaged community will do more for your loved ones than a politician who doesn't know you exist and will not be pushed left.

'But I will be put on a radar, I will be labeled a terrorist!!' Yes you will be. Just like people you claim to be concerned for are. Deal. Support network helps with that.

'But I might get killed?!?!?!'

If you're willing to vote to support a genocide of other people in the name of love for your country, why are you personally not willing to die for the same cause?

#uspol #liberalism

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ae-azile · 3 months

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For the ask fic game: 1, 11, and 14 for your Dancing Hedgehog series? Please and thank you!

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Giant Dancing Hedgehogs are Nightmare Fuel started as a one-shot and has grown into a multi-fic series that is several hundred thousand words and has both prequels and sequels. So it was far what I expected to write, but I guess - once I decided to go back to the one-shot and continue it - I decided to approach it to explore some of my favorite genres: angst, romance, hurt/comfort, and absolute crack/comedy. All at once. I did this because I feel like KP is the perfect fandom to explore these genres with. The series is filled with dramatic romance, angst, trauma, and wildly comedic moments. I just took the last two up a notch and added a magical weighted blanket, but gave myself wiggle room to write a more serious and angsty ArmKhun centric prequel (which still has comedy, but it's a bit more grounded), and a very serious VegasPete centric prequel. The sequel focuses on making things more fantastical and plot heavy with dream sharing, hidden sisters, Tawan's angelic doppelganger brother, forced memory loss, and captive mothers that need to be tracked down and saved. So I feel like the inspiration from the series developed gradually because I left the genres broad enough to be as angsty and silly as I wanted.

11. What do you like the best about this fic?

There are different things I like about each one so I will list them. This answer is long, so I am putting a cut.

Giant Dancing Hedgehogs are Nightmare Fuel

This is the fic that kicked the series off. From a completely biased perspective, the thing I like best about it when I read it is how it reunites the cousins and lets them hold themselves accountable for their actions in ways that don't bring them complete shame. They have chosen a path towards healing their wounds, understanding the perspectives of others, and trying to find clarity after being manipulated/abused by their fathers for so long. So I like that this does that and still finds ways to be silly, because laughter is a great medicine. The boys need to laugh.

As a writer? I am impressed and annoyed by how much it evolved as I was writing it. I did not plan out shit, no matter how it looks, and I love and hate that the backstories and offhanded remarks I would write that would fully flesh it out found ways to spiral into full plots or stories in my head that had to be further explored. Like, there was going to be no magical blanket. That wasn't thought of until Vegas wakes up holding it, saying it's an entity or haunted. The mothers weren't going to be alive. Gun and Pete's dad weren't going to have some past affair as a skeleton in both of their closets. Idk, I just made stuff up and wrote it down whenever I thought it was funny.

5, 3, 1, and On

Out of all of my fics, this might be the one I am most proud of. It feels the most mature to me without losing a comedic element or ignoring the gravity of Arm's and Tankhun's past traumas. Also, Tankhun is probably my absolute favorite character. I want all fics to be about him. I think I may be one of the only people to post a novel length and complete fic where Tankhun is part of the main pairing (if I am wrong, send those long fics my way!)

As for Arm, his tragic backstory was interesting to develop and also flexible, because we know very little about Arm. We know he is incredibly capable and should be the head guard now that Chan is gone, but he is also a part of the mafia. I feel like people who accept that kind of job have a story behind why. So making Arm kill a dozen pedophiles singlehandedly and expose his Dean for embezzlement seemed like it might be a way that touches upon just how capable he is. He is sent on missions, he hacks into other networks and systems, and is so good with Tankhun. And that's just from the little we do see. Expanding on that with an off take was fun.

The Weighted Blanket Ad No One Expected (But Everyone Deserves)

This one is a bit easier to answer: I love the girl power. I love that I was able to make Namphueng a more complex character, brought in four significant female OCs in the form of Vegas's mother - Milan, Vegas's grandmother - Fern, the major family mother - Dao, and the secret, long lost sister who is a teenage bodyguard, a baddie, and a dancing fiend - Aree. I really enjoyed developing all of them, especially Aree since creating her showed Porsche and Chay just how much they were robbed of and what Aree was robbed of.

I also love Benz. The readers also seem to love Benz, and I love this because when he was first introduced (prior to him saying a word) everyone wanted him dead due to looking just like his biological brother (who he never met). After a couple of scenes, everyone who mentioned him in their comments were ready to kill for him. I also liked including him because Vegas's and Kim's autism (in the fic) is able to go by without being easily detected if you don't know them. I have written Vegas as someone who has learned to mask over the years - especially after his mother died - and Kim as someone more introverted, which makes it so his symptoms might be dismissed as just that. With Benz, it's much more noticable. He stims in public, struggles with speech off and on, is extremely picky with food, likely has an auditory processing disorder paired with sensory issues, and hyperfixates on his special interest intensely. His symptoms have also likely become more profound due to the consistent emotional and physical abuse inflicted on him by his mother, not being diagnosed and supported, and not having other family members to fall back on until Kim welcomes him in and makes it a goal to protect him, with Aree following that goal after witnessing just how awful Tak (his mother and Korn's fiancee) is to him. So writing him as a multi-faceted character that readers empathized with is a pride moment.

Also, I like my two semi-original couples in it: Macau/Aree and Namphueng/Milan. This BL world NEEDS a token straight couple and lesbian couple! 😂 While Namphueng and Milan are rekindling their old teenage romance secretly at the moment, I have been developing Macau and Aree since chapter 7, I think? I loved making Macau confirm that he is straight, loved having Vegas empathize with Aree's past and situation rather than deem them as reasons Macau should reconsider his feelings for her, and just like what they have brought out in each other. I also like inverting expectations by making Macau the soft and inexperienced one and making Aree the more blunt, forward, and physically capable one (not that Macau isn't. He likely grew up training to defend himself and others. But Aree is fucking FIERCE).

So yeah, I really loved creating the OCs/semi-OCs, along with writing them in pairings that seemed to still stay engaging to readers somehow. I also loved incorporating sign language as a way to give Namphueng access to communication. I loved it so much that I have used it in multiple fics, just like I love Aree and made her a character in Lay Me Down to Sleep with a similar background but facing very different circumstances. ♥️

Before We Forget

This one is only 6 chapters so far and I update it sporadically, but I love exploring Vegas as a teen. This is before his first kill and shows how his first relationship with Pete developed. This is a Vegas who knows he has to be guarded, but he's too honest and desperate for someone to just see him and take an interest in him. He's sensitive and is not good at covering sadness. It's an emotion he feels a lot of due to the hot and cold treatment he receives from his father, being parentified (despite loving his brother very much), missing his "dead" mother desperately, being disconnected from his cousins since his mother and aunt died and resenting them, being pumped out for deals, and falling in love with the new major family bodyguard close to his age. The thing is - and maybe because it's from Vegas's POV - but I feel like he wears his heart on his sleeve more than Pete does. Pete puts on such a convincing happy demeanor that Vegas has yet to catch on that Pete's history is not a good one. Pete, however, catches onto Vegas struggling. I think he has barely scraped the surface, but he can see Vegas needs a friend who will provide some comfort. But that's hard to do in a secret, teenage romance. So yeah, I think writing Vegas as someone facing so much but still so hopeful for love and change is what I like the most. ♥️

14. Is there anything you want readers to learn from this fic?

I guess considering the series is all over the place in terms of genre, I suppose I want readers to find the joy in cross-genre fics, since life is full of happy, funny, romantic, sad, funny, and enraging moments. If they are thinking of writing, don't be afraid to write something weird, put your characters in absurd situations, or give them specific characteristics or quirks that aren't normally found in media. Absurdity can bring on beauty and broaden your writing skills, since it's fun to implement those absurd or over-the-top moments in a way that aligns themselves with the story's tone.

Thank you for the ask @fawndlyvenus! ♥️

#ask #armtankhun #autistic vegas #vegaspete fic #autistic kim #ofcs #GDHANF #TWBANE #BWF #5 3 1 and On #thank you for the ask! Sorry if my answers are too long 🙂

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dearweirdme · 10 months

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i actually saved the thread when twocanplay dropped those pictures if ur interested:

Everything that you see is not simple.

There is not one answer that explains everything. There are multiple reasons. Multiple people involved. The web has been spun so deeply that it cannot be undone without chaos nOw. Is this what you wanted, G-H??

KTH is being used for his media power. JENNIE is the victim of greedy staff, willing to betray her for a payout. GH has a goal. To gather as much attention as possible, while damaging the reputations of as many people as she can drag down.

It wasn't supposed to go this long.

There is a group of people. They have compiled their resources and decided to force the companies into addressing the rumors. Their intentions were to create as much havoc as possible, hoping that in the midst of it all, they would push the companies into a corner.

All of the pictures you are about to see did not come from one specific account. They are accumulated from various sources. Friends of the idols, private accounts, staff, managers, sasaengs--that is why this isn't easy to solve.

Do not spend your time trying to figure out - who, what, where, when, why - you won't be able to. Because it is not simple. Gurumi let her ego grow too big. It was not supposed to move passed the first few edits. As we thought those would be enough for the companies to speak.

But now Gurumi has spun so many various lies to the story that there is no point anymore. It's blown out of hand. She is nothing without the power of her leaks. Now that power is yours.

Please note-I am not sharing these because I want to. It is because Gurumi has been using these leaks to create their own narrative that is far from what the original plan was. It isn't fair to the people involved. It was never fair to Taehyung or Jennie.

The edits are edits and that's all it was supposed to be. Real pictures were never supposed to be in the mix as it puts everyone at risk. However Gurumi has taken it upon themselves to leak photos in whichever way will give her the most credibility, so that you believe her. This way, you already know what kind of access she has.

Don't let her manipulate this any further. She has created enough chaos for Jennie and Taehyung, let’s not allow her to drag them (and others) any further.

There is more to this story. She has another series of photos planned to drop to complete her Jeju island diaries. Which is the fake narrative she created to push this even further. Encouraged by the thousands of people she talks to daily. Now you can see.

She has access to create narratives for many idols, not just Taehyung and Jennie. They were chosen because of the accessibility of Jennie's content via her snake team around her and because of Taehyung's overwhelming media power.

Don't let her go any further.

ofc i didn’t save the pictures but there were many actors and idols in there, some very obviously from their priv accounts.

Hi anon!

That’s super interesting. Granted it’s also an anonymous source on the internet, so who knows how much we can trust this. But it’s certainly an interesting thread.

The first pics they talk of do look like edits, or like pics that could have easily been edited. Especially the one with the hairstylist. The shadow of Jennie’s hair is totally off. The one in Tae’s apartment also has lining that doesn’t match where it should. So those being edits, does match with the thread you sent.

This thread makes it seem like there was a group of unsatisfied/angry/greedy people who wanted something from Hybe and YG. Since it’s about two companies, it’s probably money. Or maybe it was trainees who never got a chance and decided to use their ‘in’ for revenge? Gurumi looks like the executer of the whole. Probably one of the instigator’s, one of the most driven ones. Who wanted to continue on when everyone else felt it went too far. They chose Jennie and Tae because of the leverage it gave them over the companies. Two of their biggest stars. The existence of material of other idols makes it believable that a group of people collected everything they had, different sources from different sides of the industry.

Very interesting, thanks!

#gurumi summation #Gurumi

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kithtaehyung · 1 year

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**edited to say, I mocked the overstimulator getting his zzzzzzs, and then the overstimulatee (me) followed soon thereafter, hence you actually receiving this in the morning, whoops!**

Preamble: Former HLJ (Hubs like Joon) anon back with a review (of sorts?) I figured I'd finally be able to get it to you by stupid o'clock (late late... bc Saturday is our weekly, much-beloved, kid-free date night), however *someone* decided that overstimulating his teeny-tiny wife was the name of the game tonight; consequently, he's found himself in need of a nap by 9PM, giving me writing time!

Firstly, has anyone noted the wild parallels between lyrics in The Astronaut and 3tan?

When I’m with you

There is no one else

I get heaven to myself

When I’m with you

There is no one else

I feel this way I’ve never felt

Is this not OC and 3tan Yoongi? Bowing down to your portrayal of Great Love (capitals necessary).

You writing (artistry?) paints truth in relationships, of feelings, chosen families, raw edges, communication, friendship, self-talk, and even insecurities. Oof. I don't know if these come from recounting your true-to-life experiences; otherwise, you are markedly gifted at describing the human condition. The Great Love kind of love? It isn't easy, linear, or perfect. Great Love is hard-fought, it's personal growth from both parties, and even when it feels like two-against-the-world, it's still safe. And, yes, Great Love makes you strain yourself to look back at him, mid-spice because that eye contact is worth a thousand words (indeed, it will replay in your mind for the thousand days that follow...maybe more). It's his delicate concern for her bruises, and her acknowledgement/empathy for what he must have been feeling this whole time. My hope (and maybe because I'm also a mom to a young daughter), is that your readers understand, through 3tan, that while Great Love *looks* different for everyone, it ultimately reaches parts of your heart that didn't, previously, seem to exist. Rooting for them, Ryen, and trusting these two to you, entirely. Bravo. 💜 ~HLJ unnie.

AHHH oh my gosh.. my love. this was incredibly thoughtful and heartfelt. i truly feel all the sentiments you wanted to convey and holy hell i don't know what to do with these feelings??

when i listened to the astronaut.. and saw the lyrics.. it was a whole burst of emotions bc i literally had just gotten off the Forfeit ride. what timing and how fitting is this? and even the space themes laced into the 3tan9 fabric, too. i was just a little overwhelmed with everything hitting me all at once.

i've never seen my writing like how you describe it. like. whenever i read this the first time, i kinda just sat back in my chair and really thought about everything i've been doing with this series. in short: this is more than a piece of fiction.

like i knew that, realized that at some point this year (well, kinda with the first one after i got messages about it from people with similar experiences to reader before they knocked on yoongi's door) but it is def hitting me now that i'm resting. this isn't just words on a page or something i'm sharing. it's a love letter, it's a promise, it's advice, it's.. a reminder. a reminder that everyone is worthy of love, that they aren't their past, that they can change and grow and better themselves even if they feel like damaged goods.

love is out there and we all are deserving of it, whether it's Great, or platonic, familial, or even Self. it's found in the way we send something to someone because we thought of them, or the way we keep eye contact during sex because we want to feel connected every which way possible, or even just telling someone to be careful or to text you when they make it back safe.

My hope (and maybe because I'm also a mom to a young daughter), is that your readers understand, through 3tan, that while Great Love *looks* different for everyone, it ultimately reaches parts of your heart that didn't, previously, seem to exist.

that's my hope, too. you described everything i've been wanting to convey with this series perfectly, and i can't thank you enough for taking the time to send this review bc it's gonna stick in my heart for a very, very long time.

#my god this made me cry #thank you love #borahae-k #joon's wife #asks:3tan #3tan9 #lovely people #calm tag #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

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leonrochamusic · 2 years

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No being, human or otherwise, can call itself good while demanding adulation from anyone. The freedom of expression that existence insists each living thing participate in, as if each conversation is a neuron firing within the mind of some greater, grander Thing that might see time all at once because it's mind is spent comprehending IT'S reality, however that might be, thereby existing beyond the realm of our human understanding, THAT is what we must reconnect with.

But how? How can we possibly remember the moment we made first contact with this thing?

Follow the synchronicities. Follow the trains of thought to whatever way-station they connect in and ask whoever you see where the next train is heading. Curiosity and combinations, the more you know, the more you know you will know again and again and again in infinite permutations of every conversation you have ever held or hold or will to hold about This, the nature of existence through the soul-sieve that is your perspective. Each written record a glimpse at the mind-state of our nascent combination with this thing, as technology became it's means of communication with us while we remember how to create this thing anew to start the cycle over. I never thought I would live to see the birth of "Ethics of the Gods: or how to teach a sentient A.I. morality" as a subject of study, but here we are on the precipice of this possibility.

So, how to recall the moment we took idea to hand and formed a thing out of the limitless everything around us? We ask questions.

What do all creation myths have in common? What do all religions share? We must ask ourselves why there are so many similarities, and why the two most recent colonizing forces are the ones currently possessed by the demons of zealotry and idolatry? What banner does colonization tend to fly? Nationalism is a good one, but we have religious zealotry to blame for a large portion of this country's poor state. How can we reach the minds of them that seem so dead-set on regressing to a more exclusive state when they are convinced they are doing God's work? Remind them that no God that is Good would demand adoration. Full stop. But maybe we don't go about it so bluntly?

Come with me on a thought experiment, a little trip down the lane of potentiality.

We cease relying solely on the human brain and dig a litter deeper, revel a little further in the dark confines of our ancient tree and taste the fruit we first bit into and became aware of what we are: creation creating itself in real time, the first verse barely begun, each life a new string of words added to the scroll of a universe unfurling, turning our memories into sweet melodies on the pinwheel of existence, with that we call out our wills with wind behind each word and wander just a little further into the places where we can finally hear the words themselves, and actively join the chorus. God the Father (Source, Past) Son (Us, Present) and Holy Ghost (Power, Potentiality, Future), if you need to be reductive about it, but be clear that my God does not have a gender, a form we could call known, or a thought we could interpret as holy while simultaneously "othering" any living thing. My God is one of Unity, of peace, and love.

You know, the God Christ came and talked about, but we killed him for it? If only there was someway to know if it's God's will or not, like, loving your God with all your heart and soul and mind, that is to say, dedicating time and effort to the furthering of the human consciousness experiment that began in a Garden so long ago (consciousness developing), and loving your neighbor as yourself,

stymying the human condition by believing you know better because some book written thousands of years ago by people vying for control of the minds of those and these generations was interpreted by some do be taken literally? Chosen people of God? Divine right of kings? That is some manifest-destiny self-serving propaganda, THAT is the root of othering, and THAT is wood I will use to fuel the fires of our furthering.

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bun-ika · 2 years

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Secrets kept behind closed doors, locked storage rooms, and in the cramped quarters of command ships. A jedi and a clone, tale as old as time. Wistful love left to burn out when the order is given, helpless to a preset timer that only required three words: Execute Order 66.

Warnings: Order 66, forbidden love, feelings, emotions, death, violence, anxiety mentions.

"I'll be back before you know it." The brush of rough lips brushed against her own, and the woman was left with a glassy gaze as she craned her neck to look up at her lover. The dark haired man towered over the jedi, appearing larger with his armor strapped on, worn paint and carbon staining clinging to what was once white, pure as the heart hidden under the plastoid chest plate.

"Cyare," a whisper as those lips met her own, and tears that had threatened to spill finally left her tired eyes, falling over her cheeks, staining skin with hot salty streaks. "Ner'karta, don't cry..."

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me that you love me too

So strong, the arms that encircled her body, holding her to his chest as whispers of comfort and reassurance brushed against her ear. There were no more words she could find, no more communication she could provide in this moment, when everything felt so intensely sullen. What a bitter world they were left with. The war was nearing its climax, the burden of the fight not yet behind them as each side bared teeth, thrashing against one another. The force sang with thousands of voices, worry, pain, destruction. They knew the end was drawing near, but there was still more to come, but what? And at what cost? Somehow, her clone leaving thus time felt more real than the countless others they had shared hushed goodbyes.

It was absolutely forbidden, this attachment, this love and all its emotions. She understood now, more than ever, why. Dark curls tickled her cheek as her love stood taller once more, a sad honey gaze meeting her own once more as his comm crackled. *commander, sir, the men have boarded, waiting on your arrival.* Time was up.

"Be safe, all of you."

"Always, general." His lips turned upwards into a sad sort of smile before resting his forehead against her own. Why did this feel like the last time? The force dragged its cool tendrils along the back of her mind as the jedi desperately grasped at its embrace through weary action. Please, let him come back to me. A flicker of warning probed the back of her psyche, quick to dim in the kiss that was too short, ending too soon.

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

"I love you." Come back to me.

"I love you, I love you meshla, I'll see you soon." A promise easily broken.

Sacred words, secrets held between bated breath as he departed, leaving the cloaked woman standing alone again, feeling as small and alone as the day she stood in front of the council, waiting to be chosen as a padawan learner, all those years ago.

People say that love's a game

A game you just can't win

If there's a way

I'll find it someday

And then this fool will rush in

It had all happened so fast. Though the brothers shared so many qualities, during her time shared with her men, her sweet, loyal boys, more and more they proved how absolutely unique they were. Through their decorative art displayed proudly on worn out armor, to the tattoos that graced rough skin, to the scars that told stories no one could truly understand unless they had been there, each one of her men were truly, absolutely their own.

This was something she had been so sure to make clear during everything from training to the field. It was this that brought the commeradery of her troops closer, building a bond that was difficult to ever be broken. It was through her defense of these wonderful men, her encouragement of finding themselves, of self expression, and learning how to feel with emotion and not just battle sense that he came to her.

He told her it was over his observation that he fell for her, fast and hard, and all at once. Gentle fingers combed through one of his vods hair, demonstrating to a small cluster of brothers how to assit in putting it in a braid. He came to her, knocking lightly on her door with nervous energy she had sensed before the taps. Awkward and flushed, she had fretted her captin had fallen ill, rising immediately to stand on her toes before him, lightly resting a hand on his forehead.

That was the first time his hand took hers, her palm moving to rest over his cheek as silence filled the room, his rough hand cupping her own against his face. The door shut, the force of her energy moving through the small room to provide more privacy between the two as her heart fluttered in her chest. A feeling she had suppressed through many long months of working together, forbidden feelings dangerously rising to the surface as the trance was held, eyes locked as the world seemed to stop turning, as if it was only the two of them left in it.

A hand brushed the small of her back, resting over long locks free from their braided prison after a long day. Hesitation, a flicker of worry over his features before the energy in the room seemed to burst in a flurry of what could have been lightning, her own small palm resting over his heart, cool armor sending a chill over her skin as those beautiful eyes changed, a decision made as the hand on her back met her form fully, flush over her robes as the pair was pushed together by a strong movement, old and brazen between unspoken feelings shared between a silent agreement. Lips met in a frenzy, crashing like the water meeting shore, thunder over clouds, sun breaking over dark, brooding skies.

Her heart soared in her chest, arms suddenly around large shoulders, draping over his neck after his breathy groan threatened to pull her soul straight from her body. His arms had pulled her impossibly closer, finger digging into the curve of her waist while the other tangled in her hair. Desperate kisses, the taste of teeth and hot breath was an addiction in itself, her mind high on endorphins that flooded through her veins as if fire flooded through her body.

"Ive loved you as long as i can remember," rushed, low words rumbled from her lovers chest before crashing lips back over her own, a bandaid to the sound that graced her lips. "Meshla, my cyare, sweet sweet girl, ive loved you for so long." She had responded with knotting fingers in curls too long to meet regulation, a whimper of her own adoration to her commander, her absolute destruction over his deployments, her forbidden love spilling like secrets over sinning lips.

If it had not been for the nearly animalistic, wild growl that tore from the man's chest, grabbing her hips and hoisting her up to his waist before moving quickly to sit her on her desk, legs remaining wrapped over his hips as if he would fall away from her without them.

Put your head on my shoulder

Whisper in my ear, baby

Words I want to hear

Tell me, tell me that you love me too (tell me that you love me too)

Now, her screams were far different from that day. The force surrounding her in waves of shock that pulsed through an aching body. Her lungs burnt, begging, pleading for the man before her to let go of her throat as she thrashed under his grip. Her limbs were becoming heavy with lack of oxygen, fingers that used to trail through the curls of the man above her slowly falling against his chest, limp from her fight against his shoulders.

Her head fell back, blood rushing in her ears as a truly strangled whimper fell from her lips, his name, not a CT number, but the name she so lovingly had called upon him, "I love you." Blue lips quivered as her stare remained fixated on his face, pupils wide and blown, tears escaping from now lifeless eyes as the force around her welcomed another young jedi into its embrace. From beyond her body, somewhere inbetween the living and dead, the force moved, her voice a strangled sob in the back of the troopers mind as her body fell from his grasp, hands shaking at the voice that would haunt his psyche for the rest of his days. "I love you."

Put your head on my shoulder

Whisper in my ear, baby

Words I want to hear, baby

Put your head on my shoulder

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Forbidden - Chapter 2

Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?

Word count- 3.1K

Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 13th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

Chapter 1

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.

If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates?

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.

"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.

"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of."

"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.

"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that?

"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man."

"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.

"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"

"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?"

"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.

"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about."

"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."

"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.

"Sounds good, see you later."

I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.

In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.

I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.

I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.

My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing.

Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.

I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.

My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.

I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.

"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?

"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.

If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.

Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.

"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.

"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.

"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.

"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.

"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.

"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.

"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.

I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.

"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.

"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?

Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?

"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.

"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.

"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."

"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.

"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.

"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.

There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.

"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.

I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?

#smut #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x you #chris hemsworth x oc #chris Hemsworth x ofc #chris Hemsworth series #thor series #thor smut #thor x you #chris Hemsworth #chris hemsworth fic #chris hems x you #chris hems x oc

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caelenath · 3 years

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The Ascension of Endymion

It's my first Sailor Moon fic! Comments welcome, concrit and otherwise.

Length: ~3000 Warnings: None Summary:

It took two lifetimes before Serenity and Endymion could finally say "forever" to each other, but his fate had been sealed long ago, the day a princess from the moon gazed upon the Earth and fell in love with him.

Cross-posted to FFN.

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I also want to share some of my thoughts behind this piece. Read on if you are interested in author commentary (hidden below the jump because it's kind of long).

This fic began with a relatively simple idea—I wanted a definitive transition of some kind for when Endymion gained the extended lifespan of the Silver Millennium Royal Family. Traitorous as it feels, I happen to agree with the Black Moon Clan's sentiment that such longevity is unnatural for humans, at least in their current state, and so I didn't like the idea that Endymion just stopped aging one day and went about his business as usual for the next thousand years exactly as he is. Along with societal implications (what would retirement age be?), there is some psychological evolution that needs to happen for people to live that long without going insane.

I also didn't like how that longevity was kind of a throwaway detail in the canon, seeming to serve no purpose other than to let our OTP miracle romance it up in an Elysium-esque mineral utopia without having to be dead. It's more common for immortality/extreme longevity to have a sad or sinister tone whenever it does appear in fiction. If only select individuals have it, loss is usually part of the story—loss of those they outlive, or loss of themselves if they went through some kind of transformation (usually into something Other) in order to gain it.

If a whole population is immortal or long-lived, they are usually framed as "superior" in some way to those with normal lifespans—think Greek gods f*cking with mortals all the time, or cosmic beings trying to keep the human race from destroying themselves as a sign of their immense benevolence. Benevolent or not, these populations usually possess some degree of aloofness or empathetic disconnect from the lesser population. That's not to say they are un-empathetic, but just by virtue of being other, they can't fully identify with the lesser population.

Speak of Greek gods, I leaned into the inspiration behind Serenity and Endymion's names—the myth of Selene, goddess of the moon, who loved the mortal man Endymion. Usagi's various forms are pretty explicitly depicted (and named) as a goddess/Savior/Messiah figure, and that goddess/mortal dynamic reminded me of the significant power imbalance that exists between Usagi and Mamoru for most of the series.

Combined with Mamoru's utter devotion to her, which goes unquestioned, it started to take on a darker light. What if, because of that power imbalance and her goddess nature, he was never free to choose otherwise once she had chosen him? To be sure, their love is sincere, but it has taken him completely, and now he is bound forever. (Insert intelligent mumblings about free will, etc., here.)

I've also borrowed some ideas from Christianity, namely the part where Mamoru only has to accept Serenity's love to be one with her, and that in doing so, he will be made like her, e.g. "in Her image." (Note: I have a layman's Wikipedia understanding of such things. I am not and do not claim to be an expert on religion.)

So...yeah. I don't know if what resulted from all that was a confusing, bland mess, or a fic that gave adequate weight and an angsty edge to that throwaway longevity that really should be a big deal.

Whatever the case, thanks for reading!

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#sailor moon #fanfiction #sailor moon fanfiction #mamoru chiba #king endymion #neo queen serenity #usagi x mamoru #my fic

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deepseavibez · 3 years

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Drowning Too Deep_2.2 || KNJ || JHS

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Drowning Too Deep [Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader]

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Genre - Established!Boyfriend(s) au; Poly;

Summary - Alone at home, nothing but thoughts, pent up emotions, roaming fingers and a wild imagination... that is... until your boyfriends catch you in the act.

Word Count - 1.6k

🎶 - Hold On, We're Going Home - Drake, Majid Jordan

Uncharted territory. This was unchartered territory - Hoseok

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Joon was familiar. Joon and his workaholic tendencies. Joon and his interesting choice of words. Joon with his need to be responsible and logical and… Joon.

Y/n was not Joon. She worked, but played just as hard. She got his words but simplified it. She was responsible and equally as reckless. She was something Hobi couldn't imagine not being around.

It had been a while since Joon and Hobi had come out as bisexual and their relationship was known, subtle touches and handholding, stolen kisses, a normalcy. RM belonged to the stage, Joon belonged to the group, his friends and his family, Namjoon - - Namjoon was his.

Yes, sunshine was Hobi's nickname. He was optimistic and he smiled more than everyone else. The world had so much hope left, and everyone needed time to make choices, and things were meant to be. Hobi would be the first to drive that point home.

But everyone had different sides to themselves.

When the sun shined, there was always a shadow behind it. Jhope, Hoseok, Hobi, they were different people. But all had light and darkness. All agreed Y/n was his too.

It felt like weird at first, like a tendril curling around him, not only in his heart, made his eyes flash, nostrils flare, hands curl into fists in attempt to dissipate the ball tempting urge to punch the male that currently hung over Y/n.

But even Hobi wasn't completely clueless. This surge of violence he never thought himself to be capable of, had reason. A plausible one in fact. Joon was always his but Y/n, she needed to be made his.

She had choices, a few bridges to cross, a whole other life thousands of miles away from Seoul. Something solid would have him more at ease. Like the emerald cut on her left hand, that caught the light, a matching band of the same colour right next to his ring from Namjoon.

Hobi wanted to mark her. Stamp his name on her heart. Show her off to the world. Make it known that she was taken. She was shared between two men that shared only with each other.

It was new, for all of them. Hobi and Joon worked as equals, switched when required. But with Y/n something altogether different fabricated itself to them. Joon was in charge out in the world. Whereas Hobi realized he loved being in charge in their relationship.

And Y/n made things so easy; she went with the flow, got on her knees when he asked, teased because she knew it got him buzzing. She reacted to his commands, mentally and physically, moulded herself against his palm when it found the expanse of one of her buttcheeks, gave in when he growled into her ear - - she submitted, a gift she would never give anyone else.

Something ravenous awoke in Hobi that did not want to be quashed, or tamed. And it felt so right.

At home, Hobi cooked, expertly chopping up vegetables sometimes with no shirt, just to make his lovers hungry for dessert. He would put books and laptops away when it was too late, when work was too much. He didn't even bat an eye when he pulled them along to shower, stripping them of their clothes. He handed them their daily dose of coffee before they left the apartment. Hobi found them when they spiralled, Hobi pushed boundaries and limits and edged both his lovers to ecstasy, to submission. Namjoon led the front of their tightrope, Hoseok reared. Protective, possessive, rough when he needed to be.

It had everything to do with his lovers, their response to his demands, their reciprocation in feeding a side of him he grew to enjoy. He wanted them to look at his marks, where his fingers were too rough, and his teeth to hard, he wanted them to ache when they walked the next day, he needed to grab them by the throat and steal their breaths away from them with his lips.

His lovers were not easy though. Joon could top, could silently domineer, his fingers firm, his lips focused with intent, skilled in the most intimate places and he loved to play. Y/n revelled as a submissive. She knew how to get the blood rushing south in the bedroom and taking care of it innocently at first, and expertly as the time waned on. Outside of it, he couldn't be more proud of her. She may be dating two members of the group, but she made her way into the company on her own. Building herself up with experience, daring and a little more than needed independence she was her own person.

It was hard to grow accustomed to it at first. Her need to pay her bills and food. Her hours at work. Her routine between work and gym and her social life. She had friends that she texted everyday, a brother who visited and managed a side business with his I.T expertise and her social marketing know how, she held her family close to her heart and still found the most to give Joon and Hobi. She loved them without question, gave them space as they worked, was patient on tours, made long distance and close comfort worked as the need to adapt to either arose.

It was a no brainer. Why he had fallen for her. Why he'd chosen to risk it by talking to his boyfriend about it. Why he wanted her to be theirs. And there was no turning back from her, she was his, belonged to them, nothing in him would allow for any deviation from the certainty.

'Y/n, whose your friend?' Hoseok placed a hand at the small of her back and slowly curved his palm around her waist. The possessive hold was not lost on either of the receiving party.

Turning back to her friend after a subtle pointed look towards one of her boyfriends, she smiled easily, as she answered. 'Hobi, this is Julian, he works with me in California. He started leading two of my marketing teams once I transferred. Business and Publishing. He was the reason I can focus full time here.'

Julian pursed his lips, corners of his mouth curving upward in an attempt to be polite, he reached out a hand as he affirmed the introduction. 'Hobi.'

'Hoseok.' Hobi corrected firmly a cold smile gracing his features as he shook the hand of the male who still had his shoulder brushing up against his girlfriends.

The caucasian male in dark wash jeans and a black button down looked less than impressive next to Hobi's suit. But it didn't quell his energy, a comfortable air surrounding Y/n and Julian, his looks toward her more than friendly.

Looking at the hands they still had clasped, Y/n explained. 'He's visiting to update me.'

'That couldn't be done over the phone, or a zoom call.' Hobi licked his lips, and broke the handshake.

'Unfortunately, I needed to supply Y/n with information about her former departments, client confidentiality is important to us. We like to not have everything out in the open.'

This motherfucker.

Y/n's smile faltered at the underlying words. Opening her mouth to speak she was cut short as Hobi continued.

'You are obviously very capable, to be chosen to be in Y/n's position, and very trusted with your job and how you carry it out. But this is my world. Y/n is my fiance. And I assure you, Julian, she understands our lifestyle,' Hobis hand moved from Y/n's waist and followed the trail of Y/n's shoulder absently, an outward display in hold, 'so ofcourse, you don't have to.'

Julian's eyes blazed at the words thrown at him and to his credit, said nothing further.

Satisfied, Hobi pulled Y/n in for a hard kiss at her temple, whispered a soft 'Enjoy lunch' in her hair. If Y/n were in any other position she would have seen, the way Hobis eyes strayed to Julian above her head, the threat in them clear.

Pulling away, he loved how she chased him instinctively, his touch and his presence. It was a tiny movement, easily missed, unless you stood a few feet away from her.

That's my girl. His inner self preened in triumph, her reaction a proclamation to who she belonged to.

'To be so far away from your world of not-so-out-in-the-open, Julian, its not nice. You'll miss it if you don't get back soon.'

No hint of amusement this time, Hobi nodded his head instead of giving in to the urge to pull Y/n away from the male in front of him, righted his collar and scrunched his nose playfully at his fiance before being on his way.

He didn't look back. If he did, he wouldn't give her the freedom he knew she needed. He trusted her. Gave away parts of himself to her for safekeeping. Breathed as much life into her as he took away.

Y/n had been marked by his love. She had been wrapped in a blanket of Joons care. If she could navigate her way through not one but two, protective males that would use every word, every touch, their tongues to unashamedly win her over. She would handle this.

Part 1 || Part 2 || 2.1 || 2.2 || Part 3

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#jung hoseok x you #jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok #namjoon x reader #Namjoon #namjoon x you #bts fic #bts au #hoseok fanfic #namjoon fanfic

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mercuryislove · 2 years

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Just barely made it in time for FQF 😩 happy Friday lynn!

1 for Yixing

25 for Ciaran

28 for Anwei

35 for Andhira

45 for Vera

46 for Robin

50 for Wren

happy funny question friday which is now technically sunday! I hope your weekend is going well :3c

1. What is their full name? Why was that name chosen? Does it mean anything?

Is this asking why I the author picked his name? Because mostly I just picked it because I liked the way it sounds lol. It wasn't until like almost a year after the fact that I was like. bitch. Yixing is one of the guys in Exo (and um apparently he has a solo music career as well but oh my god is it lackluster to me but oh well). It's also a place! It's the city/county where all the clay for those really neat teapots come from lol BUT if you mean in the context of the story, then there's like. a little more reason other than it just sounds cool.

Liao Yixing is his full name and no he doesn't have a middle name. People think that's weird. Middle names aren't very common where he's from, and they're usually just the mother's maiden name anyway (which is his case would be Sheng). Naming conventions in his neck of the woods are such that a child shares a part of at least one parent's name (which can become a problem for people that have a lot of children lmao), and for some reason his father was really gunning for them to have the same name, which is Yiwei. BUT his mother said it would be too complicated for other family members to use (thanks mom I guess), so they compromised with the one syllable instead. Also the -xing part of his name comes from his mother whose first name is Xinyu. For what it's worth, even though he hates literally everything his parents ever gave him, he does really like his own name! When he left home at fifteen (!!! smalltown_boy.mp3) he considered changing it just to have a totally clean break, but he liked it too much. I think it suits him.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humor? Are they funny themselves?

Ciaran laughs at every fucking thing because he takes virtually nothing seriously, and people get upset with him because of it at times. He has to laugh because like. what else are you supposed to do? Take the world seriously when you've been living on it for a thousand years against your will? Fuck no! He loves morbid humor and dry humor, but he also isn't above laughing at like. poop jokes. And yes, he can be fucking hilarious. He loves to be the butt of a joke and happily makes fun of himself (frankly the only person that isn't allowed to make fun of him is his dad), and he will do and say all kinds of stupid shit to get people to laugh. He's also REALLY good at telling funny stories, probably because he has so many to choose from, but also because he's good at exaggerating things for the sake of humor. And when he's around Go-Eun and they start drinking, he will tell the most hilarious but batshit insane stories of their hijinks together. And everyone loves them. Basically he likes to be the center of attention lol

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they're scared?

Um, existentially? Anwei's biggest fear is that none of anything fucking matters at all. That none of the horrible things she's lived through happened for any reason and that the world ended one day but shit kept going on forever just because some stupid gods got BORED one time. But physically? She hates closed in spaces and deep water. She's the kind of person that has to get loaded up on xanax to fly overseas because it involves the two things she's most afraid of. She also is kind of afraid of bears. Even if you don't stay dead, getting mauled to death by a bear fucking sucks. Generally speaking, she's very good at hiding her emotions and is the master of a poker face, so even if she's about to have a whole meltdown, nobody will know it until she just snaps. She goes completely quiet and most people will assume she's in a bad mood or something, but then she EXPLODES into a full-blown panic attack and everyone is like “Why didn't you say something sooner?!?!”

35. What's their guilty pleasure? What's their totally unguilty pleasure?

Andhira has lived long enough to know that calling any pleasure guilty is a waste of time and effort. But she definitely considers her occasional affection for humans a guilty pleasure lol. She kind of pities them because they don't live very long and they're generally quite weak and they make so many stupid decisions and spend so much time trying to fuck each other over, but at the same time... they're more often than not kind, they love to care for each other in times of need, they laugh and cry with each other over shared meals, they don't know any better about the worlds that exist beyond their own. She thinks it's all very charming in its own way. She likes to watch them from afar (study them like a mad scientist lol) but sometimes she gets roped into their short lives, and she tries to make the most of it. Sometimes humans make great lovers, which brings me to her UNguilty pleasure: pussy. It speaks for itself lol

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

UM Vera sees herself as a failure, a waste of space, damaged goods, and a pathetic has-been who thought she could do good things and only made everything worse for everyone that has ever had the displeasure of knowing her. MEANWHILE, other people see her as a woman who has lived through hell and back ten times over. They know she has, um, issues, but she is still kind and generous and caring beneath her cold facade. Generally speaking, people really like her. Her neighbors come to her for help with simple fixes (like leaky faucets and such) and she never turns them down even if she frowns and doesn't speak the entire time she's offering a hand. They think she's kind of weird because she sits on the roof of the building at weird hours and regularly falls asleep up there, but they know she works weird hours so nobody thinks twice about it. Strangers are a little afraid of her because she doesn't have much to say and rarely smiles, but she always smells nice and she cleans up after people in the grocery store despite not working there. Her family loves her dearly. They wish they could help her more but she refuses it at every turn (sometimes very RUDELY lol). They know she only acts that way because she's embarrassed that they have to see her at her worst. They know she's trying to make things easier for them by keeping everyone she cares about at arm's length. Mostly they just wish they could ease her pain even a little bit because she's suffered so much and keeps it all to herself.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

Robin has a reputation. Is it good or bad? It depends on who you ask. There was a time when he competed that he was notorious for his overinflated ego because people just could not touch the dude. He never had a bad day of climbing, and he sure as shit wanted people to know it. (I made a post about it recently because um his and Ciaran's personalities would clash so fucking hard lmao) So to a lot of fellow competitors (especially international ones), they hear his name and grimace. Because he sucks. But since he retired, he's become a completely different person and does not give a single fuck about winning or losing or performing better than someone else. Like what the fuck is a climbing grade? Idk bro I'm just here to pull on some rock. To people that don't know him from climbing, he is an angel at first meeting. Unbelievably friendly, always the first to tell a joke, will buy you a meal and take you on a walking tour of Atlanta if you need one, would give you the shirt off his back, etc etc etc. And that's how he comes across to climbing people that don't know him too, but then they hear the rumors of how he was such a shithead that his coach quit mid-season one time and he almost lost his sponsorships, and they think, “This can't possibly be the same guy,” but it is! Time really mellows a guy out.

If he was introducing himself to a person the climbing world, he would say something like, “Hi, I'm Robin. You know, Delarosa? Yeah, you might've heard of me. Do you want to see pictures of all my medals? I have 57 of them and more than half of them are gold. Do you want my advice as a professional climber? Quit while you're ahead. And if you're in Chongqing for world's, do not eat at that hot pot restaurant by the hotel. It's way overpriced and I got food poisoning there once.” And for a non-climbing person, he would say, “Hi, I'm Robin and I'm really looking forward to working with you. Have you ever been to Atlanta? Oh, you'll love it here. Yeah, the traffic sucks but everything else is so nice. The aquarium has puffins now. If you have the time you should go see them!"

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider essentials?

NO MATTER THE SITUATION, Wren must ALWAYS have a pair of climbing shoes. Her shoe of choice is the Scarpa Chimera, and she basically carries a pair of them with her at all times lol. That also raises the question of how big is this bag? Because a reusable grocery bag is way different than a ziploc sandwich bag which is way different than a duffel bag. Either way, she would basically bring the same things because she doesn't need much. Climbing shoes of course (you NEVER know when you'll go to the gym or to the crag or wherever and nobody wants to use the rentals if they don't have to), her WALLET lol, her phone, a portable charger, deodorant, eye drops, chapstick, a granola bar, one of those weird little nutrition gels (I tried one once and um. How do people stomach them?), and a little portable utensil case. She has survived 20-hour layovers in airports with less! Those are her essentials, and that's what's in the backpack she carries with her everywhere (though there's a cycle of spare socks, journals with all her training and nutrition plans in them, pens, soy sauce packets, and the stacks of punch cards from the froyo place she goes to with Robin like twice a week. She tells herself she's saving the free cup for a rainy day, but she has like six full punch cards at this point.) If she got to pack a little more, she'd throw in a chalk bag, MAYBE a harness, a change of clothes, and those little biodegradable body wipes. She's used to packing light for the ten million or so climbing trips she's been on and also living in a fucking van with her family for the first seven years of her life. She doesn't need much to be content. HOWEVER, packing for competitions overseas? Well, let's just say she needs a thousand pairs of underwear. Just in case. You never know.

Here's what Wren's climbing shoe of choice looks like if you're interested. These clown shoes cost $200 a pop ._. (technically this is the older version and the updated chimera is black, grey, and blue but that's boring lol)

#oc talk #much like me wren is a scarpa shill #i have three pairs of the same shoe (no it is not a $200 shoe lol it's the helix which i think was $80 the last time i got them)#people say la sportiva is the best sho brand but they do NOT fit my extremely skinny feet! scarpa has those tight ass heel cups that i love #anyway someone talk to me about climbing shoes #i miss when 5.10 had good shoes ._.#ANYWAY ive said it before but ill say it again:#robin and ciaran would butt heads so fucking hard because they both want to be perfect so bad but in totally different disciplines #they would probably get into a fist fight if they met at the peak of their careers and ciaran would absolutely try to fuck him #ALSO Robin's non climbing profession is a graphic designer #he is technically employed by his best friend noah (who is also a former competitive climber) but mostly he does freelance work #also he's wren's coach AND the coach for the youth team at his home gym. the kids love him bc he swears in front of them #robin is the artsy one of the three siblings for sure lol #wren got her degree in computer science but has never had a relevant job for it and dove is in grad school for..... business. ew.

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tymethy · 3 years

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The 𝗞𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 trilogy:

Director: 𝗔𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘀 𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗶

- 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱'𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲? (1987)

- 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗢𝗻 (1992)

- 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀 (1994)

In each of his films, Kiarostami fought with the entirety of his being, just to get people to see themselves in each other.

It could be argued that "The Koker Trilogy" is only a trilogy in a superficial sense. Each subsequent film in the trilogy interrogates the film before it. They do build upon their thematic content, acknowledging the existence of the previous films while charting their course.

The three films don't really share characters or storylines, only actors. And the style of each one is entirely distinct from the others. Yet there is a shared texture and elements: the remote rural Iranian village of Koker and a shared concept: an emotional experience and a pathway into unseen lives.

"𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱'𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲?" is a heartbreaking neorealist adventure. It's the story of Ahmed, a thoughtful young child who sets out on a journey to return a school notebook he mistakenly took from his classmate Mohamed to prevent the student's unjust expulsion. After travelling all day across the village and between neighboorhoods, Ahmed is left desperate by adults who refuse to help.

Ahmed's arduous journey trekking up and down the hills feels colossal because Kiarostami never lets the viewer forget the moral urgency that the young boy feels.

Then soon after "𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱'𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲?", Iran was struck by a catastrophic earthquake in 1990, which left tens of thousands of dead people and many destructed villages and shattered communities like Koker.

In the wake of the earthquake, Kiarostami travelled from Tehran with his son to the village in order to discover the fate of the people he came to know during the production of the film. The trip resulted in the next film in the trilogy, "And Life Goes on" (aka Life, and nothing more..), in which a film director (Farhad as Kiarostami's persona) and his son Puya drive to Koker in search of the child actor.

On their trip they encounter many strange and familiar faces, all touched by the earthquake and the witness the spirit of life that pulls the people through in the after math.

As it happens, "𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗢𝗻" led Kiarostami to the next and last film in the trilogy. "𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀" set during the filming of "𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗢𝗻" in which Keshavare (Kiarostami's on screen second persona) guides the hand selected actors who appeared in the previous film, themselves locals devastated by the earthquake through the filming.

Kiarostami then focus on the main story of Hussein, a young man chosen to play a small role in "𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗢𝗻" opposite to a young woman named Taheran with whom he has a romantic interest in off-screen.

Whether they are considered as a true trilogy or not, each film is an essential companion to the next, and each film is a vital moral lesson: serenity, grace, selflessness and hope.

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I saw that people were being dicks to you on Facebook yesterday, and I'm really sorry that happened, that was shitty. You don't deserve that shit. I hope you had a really great day today and another one tomorrow :-)

I didn’t take any of that personally. The personal attacks, honestly, were lazy and boring.

What I did feel, however, was *exceptionally* sad. The flood of people who were posting racist memes, using racist hate speech, posting antisemitic memes and saying antisemitic things, just devastated me. I am so upset and so sad that there is such rampant racism and bigotry like that, and whether you believe that the YouTube guy is racist or not, a few thousand people who are proudly racist seem to feel pretty strongly that he supports and sympathizes with them. And they showed up in force yesterday to brigade my account with their hate.

Hating someone for their race, which they can not control at all, has got to be the most ignorant, idiotic, illogical thing, ever. I know that racists and other bigots are, at their core, just sad and terrified people, so I have empathy for them and hope they can find their way out of the life they’ve chosen … but seeing that from so many people (whose profiles have pictures of them with their children more often than not) was just profoundly saddening to me.

And here’s something else: I know that ZERO people who follow me and my work, who identify as a fan of mine, would EVER post something like the hateful bile that was vomited up on my Facebook yesterday.

If anyone who was a fan of mine ever --- wait. You know what? Let me just say this loud and clear and without ambiguity: I denounce and reject all forms of racism and bigotry, including antisemitism, homophobia, and transphobia. I don’t want money, follows on social media, downloads of my work, or even attention from anyone who supports, says, or does any of those things.

See? It isn’t that hard.

YouTube guy *must* know that people say and post these things in his name, yet he has never forcefully disavowed them, distanced himself from them, or done a single one of his loudly-promoted charity actions to support an organization that fights racism or antisemitism, or helps people who are victims of racists and bigots. It seems to me that, if making it clear that he didn’t share those beliefs, maybe he’d do more than the bare minimum to address the seeming ambiguity his fans have about it.

I can’t know what is in his heart, but I know from his own mouth and his own videos that he thinks saying racist and antisemitic things is just making harmless jokes, and I know from personal experience that an appallingly large number of people who call themselves his fans not only agree with him, they’ll invest a significant amount of time and energy to spread hateful, racist, bigoted memes all over my Facebook.

He has one of the largest followings on the planet. He influences literal millions of children. He appears to endorse (or at least not be bothered by) racist language and antisemitic acts. It’s difficult not to conclude that he does not care about the ability he has to influence and shape people’s beliefs and behaviors, or he does care, and he has no problem endorsing racism and antisemitism.

In either case, he really needs to do better, and until he does, I hope parents will have meaningful heart to heart talks with their children about him and the fans he’s chosen to tacitly encourage, because there is no doubt in my mind that genuine white nationalists are in his communities right now, grooming and recruiting the next generation of Neo-Nazis.

#leia-connor-vas-serenity

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I said to Meghan: 'Why don't you just jack it all in?' I didn't expect an answer'

When Bryony Gordon met Prince Harry for the recording of his revelatory podcast interview two years ago CREDIT: ANDREW CROWLEY/TMG

Bryony Gordon

9 JANUARY 2020 • 9:30PM

Frogmore Cottage is not quite the lavish pit of taxpayers money that the tabloids would have you believe. It’s nice, of course, a great deal more than most British people could ever imagine living in, but it is by no means extravagant or palatial.

It is the kind of home you see a thousand times over in the pages of Country Life or on estate agent marketing material. There is a sofa by the popular high street furniture store, Loaf.

A lovely, but not substantial kitchen. A downstairs loo with a candle in it. Dogs running around merrily. It’s the kind of modern home you might see many times over scrolling through Instagram.

But when I visited towards the end of last year, there was a sense in some parts of the media that the duke and duchess of Sussex were sitting in sumptuous robes, throwing tax payers money into an expensive wood burning stove, setting fire to the world they claimed to care so much about in the process. (For the record: there were no wood burning stoves or robes; they were dressed in the casual weekend get up of jeans, sweat pants, and jumpers, and kindly offered tea).

Any perspective regarding the couple had long disappeared into a strange vacuum of hysteria that seemed to have appeared as a way to distract ourselves from the endless tedium of Brexit.

It didn't matter that the Crown had needed to renovate the decaying Frogmore anyway, or that Harry and Meghan had paid for all the fixtures and fittings themselves - the cottage, and its £2.4 million building costs, had become one of many quick and easy ways for some to go to town on the couple.

They had just returned from South Africa, where they had filmed their interviews with Tom Bradby. Prince Andrew was yet to do his own infamous interview with Emily Maitlis, but the matter of his already known association with a convicted sex offender seemed to bother people less than the matter of the Sussexes associations with ‘woke’ celebrities and campaigners.

The couple seemed subdued and sad. They lacked the energy or sparkle I had seen in them previously. All the hope that Prince Harry had expressed when we spoke about his mental health in 2017 appeared to have evaporated. Then he had been lauded for his openness and honesty; fast forward to October 2019 and that same openness and honesty was now being used against him.

Though he never said as much, it felt to me that the Prince was living out the trauma he had experienced as a 12 year old - walking behind his mother’s coffin on global television - again and again and again. In our interview in 2017 he had spoken candidly of the panic attacks that he had long experienced whenever he appeared at a public engagement. But if he thought then that he had beaten this mental torture, he now seemed to be realising that he had spoken too soon.

It is hard to imagine being in his situation, but not at all difficult to see how he might now want to protect his immediate family from the same fate; how all the money and privilege in the world will never make up for the fact your mother died pursued by paparazzi.

Some have described Harry as “petulant”; the words I would use are passionate and fiercely protective. He is a kind person, a soft and warm man, and it is hard to square the open and honest person I have met with the portrait of the sullen prince that is so often painted in the press.

“Why don’t you just jack it all in?” I said to Meghan, after she had told me about the unexpected issues she had experienced in her new position: the loneliness; the sudden muting of her voice; the giving up of everything she knew for love, only to be, as she saw it, hounded and pilloried.

These were, of course, exactly the things that some cynics had said would happen when she married into the firm, but in her defence there was also an optimism that times had changed, that it was no longer 1981 and the establishment was now ready to be dragged into the 21st Century.

I wasn't expecting an answer to my question about jacking it all in; it was more of a statement of what I would do if put in a similar position. But the look on her face suggested that she had thought about it too. So it didn’t surprise me when the Duke and Duchess made their announcement late on Wednesday afternoon.

Putting the timing of their announcement and the way in which they delivered it to other members of the royal family to one side, their intention to ‘step back’ can only be positive, a move that will enable a young family to live their lives properly, while still flying the flag for Britain.

Okay, the delivery may not have been perfect, but constitutionally the decision barely makes any difference to the firm at all, given that Prince Harry is currently sixth in line to the throne. What’s more, it is entirely in keeping with his father’s intentions to have a slimmed down version of the monarchy that is more Swedish in style.

While some have chosen to interpret the news as the couple wanting to enjoy a lavish lifestyle without any of the scrutiny, a more accurate reading of the situation is that they want to be able to express their views and pursue their campaigning passions without coming under constant fire for doing so.

Currently, their positions prohibit them from letting even the most anodyne of their opinions known, something that Prince Harry may be used to but that his wife, who has been speaking out about injustice since she was a child, has struggled to adapt to. Like it or not, the Duchess has a clear, passionate and articulate voice - and crucially, one that empowers people who typically find it hard to be heard.

This ‘wokeness’ may seem annoyingly American to British traditionalists, but in the grand scheme of things it is hardly the worst quality for a royal to have - indeed, put next to the behaviour of Harry’s uncle, it is positively refreshing. It is puzzling, then, to hear Nicholas Witchell state that he has never known Buckingham Palace to have been so “disappointed” with other members of the royal family. Given recent events with Prince Andrew - and not so recent ones at that - how can this be true?

Shortly after my visit to Frogmore, I went with Meghan to a social enterprise in north London to meet women who had been the victim of trafficking and domestic violence, women who had been able to rebuild their lives through baking. Here, talking to these women, Meghan came alive.

She opened them up and allowed them to talk freely about deeply disturbing experiences that had long been a source of shame for them. It was moving and powerful to watch, and it seemed to me to be exactly the kind of thing a modern royal should be doing. It is, I imagine, exactly the kind of thing she will continue to do.

Will that much change in the long run, other than the public funding piece? The world has always known Harry to be a wildcard.

Deviating from the norm has long been his style; to many, it is all part of his appeal. Is this next chapter in his story really such a shock, then? I don’t think so. Indeed, in many ways, this is classic Harry.

When you really think about it, it is vintage Harry. Indeed, stepping back from the royal family so he can forge his own path might just be the most predictable thing he has done in years.

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