#i lost track of the point i was trying to make here about 20 mins into finding a picture of the airship
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“Cid Garlond of the Ironworks that bear his name once wrote that these Silvertear Falls lie at the center of our world.”
ok I'm making a thought compilation bc the tinfoil hat is ON. pls enjoy the erik quote bc i spared all of us and didnt include him
let’s talk about 1.0 and silvertear skies.
quick sidenote before i start babbling. they’re 100% making Garlemald’s capital into End of Days 2.0: We’re Not Joking, Fandaniel is Really Doing It and it amuses me. (bc haha, the architect gets to narrate another city he helped build get destroyed. i see you SE)
But this post is about callbacks to things we saw a long, long time ago. The ship falling in front of Zenos is not the same model as Agrius or Gration. This looks like an Aurora-class ship. We’re looking at them shooting down a legatus.
But more importantly. Are you guys ready for Silvertear Skies to be relevant bc I SURE AM.
It is very little coincidence that we are tackling the primal problem now. And it starts with Silvertear.
There was a mass primal summoning after Midgardsormr died. Though the lorebook says the reason is a mystery, Koji explained in this forum post that it was done as a result of Silvertear Lake’s seal being destroyed. The lake released massive amounts of aether, which beast tribes took advantage of to summon their gods (luckily the Ascians just taught them how).
We see both Ifrit and Titan emerge from the group, with Ifrit being the first.
The first (publicized) primal summoning was ALSO Ifrit, in 1564, two years after Silvertear. This was done in order to reclaim Zan’rak, which we know they have mostly back. Ifrit is the first primal summoned in 1.0 AND 2.0, with the former taking place in Paglth'an* and the latter in Southern Thanalan (Zan’rak).
Between the two summonings, we get our first and greatest reveal of the Echo’s powers: we cannot be tempered, we are NOT tempered (at least in a recognizable way), and that we apparently have the ability to summon those within the aether. (Paragons = Ascians)
1.0: Vex me not, mortals. The Paragon warned of the godless blessed. (...) Yet the Paragon has entreated that I spare you, and so I shall—on one condition. Vow that you shall forsake the summoning of Another.
2.0: The truth of thine allegiance waxeth clear─thou art of the godless blessed's number. The Paragons warned of thine abhorrent kind. Thine existence is not to be suffered.
*Paglth'an may be familiar name now if it wasn’t before; it has been announced as 5.5′s dungeon. Another interesting parallel this has with 1.0 is that Ifrit is confronted after dealing with a merchant group who sells crystals from the beast tribes to the City-States. Although the Ashcrown Consortium has barely come up since 1.0, it’s extremely hard not to make the connection between them.
As we cycle back to the dawn, we're retracing the steps that brought us to the original one. I can’t wait to see what else may callback to the beginning of our adventure.
tl;dr The devs are piling on the parallels to events at the start of this game. The Battle of Silvertear Skies didn’t just kickstart Eorzea’s primal threat, further war with her beast tribes, and stall Garlemald for another 10 years--the Falls have long been theorized as Hydaelyn’s resting place and directly contrast Zodiark chilling in the moon. Also Minfilia was there and Cid+Erik called all of it back in 1.0 so I’m biased to them.
#i lost track of the point i was trying to make here about 20 mins into finding a picture of the airship#jillian talks sometimes#i shouldve just linked erik's lore rant#he thinks midgarsormr was an apparition made by the garleans and if that isnt the funniest conspiracy theory to come out of that man
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about last night's mperfect ending. After stops at three Louisville venues, each more fun than the last, we decided to get a nightcap in New Albany. We didn't manage to get a drink at any of four stops in that sleepy town but we did witness a police officer chasing a black man down the side of State Street. Still watching for a news report.
Alternately a night for Morgans
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D's niece's husband, J, is a sweet guy. He has almost no family of his own living in the area and his own family unit consists of an unruly teen (not his) a precocious 6 year old and 3 year old twins. It's a lot.
With that in mind, I always wait for him to contact me and he always earns his kitchen passes so when he texted me he had a free night out I was glad to hang with him. I only asked if he had a curfew. No sir. He's nearing 40 and regularly admits he wishes he could more often frequent the places D and I do, meaning bars and restaurants. I remember those days when self came last.
Our 1st stop was World of Beer. With 50+ taps and hundreds of bottles and cans sitting in glass front coolers directly across from the bar, it's one of my go to spots. J immediately set about building a flight of five small pours while I took my time picking one or two low gravity beers to sip since I was driving. They had two bartenders on this Wednesday night, Morgan was ours and our service was prompt and friendly. By the time we finished a plate of tots, loaded with melted cheese and fresh jalapeno slices I had our plan.
I hadn't been to Commonwealth Tap since before 2020. This small wine bar is in a movie set sort of town called Norton Commons. Think "The Truman Show." The houses were all built over a small number of years and though they are comprised of many different styles, with no two near each other being the same, they are on the same size lots and there is no variety in terms of weathering or decoration. Everything to plan. Unreal. Creepy.
I glanced at the wine list on a chalkboard noticing a Turley Zin at $18 and a Cotes de Rhone at $8. When the bartender asked what I wanted, I said, "Talk me out of the Turley and into the Cotes. He hesitated for a second and I said, "I want something minerally, earthy, not fruity." Like a Beaujolais Morgon or an Italian grown on the side of a volcano. Before he could reply, a guy sitting at the bar said we don't have that on tap. The Cotes is your best option and the bartender handed me a generous taste saying, try that.
I took the glass all the while evaluating the man who'd spoken up. He'd said "we" don't have that. He was alone at the bar except for us. I doubted he was just a bold regular, maybe drunk, who felt everyone benefited from his opinion, he wasn't drunk. Then he stood up and walked over the the wine racks. His search was one of familiarity and he pulled a bottle and sat it down on the bar next to me. Was he an employee or maybe a distributor on good terms with the staff? Then he began talking about the wine, about his many trips to France, and I suddenly I knew. "You're an owner here aren't you?"
He laughed and admitted he was. He introduced himself, Neal Morgan and for the next 40 mins or so he told us about himself and the bar. He told us about his wife, a pediatrician who worked for 20 years in Indiana and he went so far as to describe his Scottish heritage along with his general thinking about wines. When he said he was going a friend's house for a pizza party, I thought he was about to leave. Then he said he was going to take a kick ass wine but first he wanted me to taste it. It was a California pinot noir priced at $30 more than the first bottle he'd put down on the bar. It was fantastic! He gave us tasting notes and I admitted I couldn't perceive half of what he reeled off. I said he spoke like a sommelier and he laughed again and said he claimed he had a better palate than Kenny, the sommelier who worked for him. He thanked us for coming in and seemed sincere. When he left, J looked at me and said, "That was amazing." I laughed and said it was a Wednesday at a bar.
Before we left, I asked Rainha to make me a Penicillin and we talked about Scotch. She related how she introduced her brother to Scotch and now that's all he drank. We talked about how things were during the shutdown and I told her about a new place I'd been the previous Saturday. Outside, J exclaimed this was just the best time! He said he'd never be able to talk staff like that, let alone the owner. I said talking to industry people was one of my favorite things. They are so interesting and I think they find it refreshing when someone at the bar wants to hear about them instead of wanting to talk about themselves. Then I said, I know where we'll go next. Maybe Stephen is working.
Our next stop was at Cuvee Wine Table and Stephen greeted me at the door with a huge "Shane!" and a hug. If J was impressed with Commonwealth, I thought he should fasten his seatbelt. Stephen is a trip. Except, Stephen exclaimed I'm on this side of the bar now! To my quizzical look, he said he was the manager now. Amidst introductions, our bartender, Andie came over and introduced herself. She was tall, regally thin, and wore a colorful scarf on her head. She offered an engaging personality I perceived as professional banter but sensed alos she seemed to enjoy her job.
When I described what kind of wine I preferred, she said, "OOh how about a white?" Ooookay??? I thought to myself, this is going to be fun. Stephen came back as Andy set my glass down in front of me and asked, "What are we having?" Andie said, it's the Santorini. Stephen, a newly minted sommelier, immediately launched into an enthusiastic description about this remarkable wine from a Greek Island. He said it was so constantly windy, they braided the vine boughs into bowls to protect the fruit on the inside. I smelled it and it reminded me of a Sav Blanc but when I tasted it, I knew I'd found a new favorite. It had a salty savory aspect with more minerality than any white I'd had previously.
Andie was from Lexington and our other bartender, Heather, was newly arrived from the Nashville area. Heather was training behind the bar but seemed tres calm. At one point she asked us to wish her luck and I realized she was going to take an order. When she came back, I was a little surprised but delighted when J asked her where she was from specifically. It turned out they were from the same area and knew the same high schools and such. Great fun. When Stephen came and asked if we were eating, I said, "What am I having?" The cassoulet he responded immediately and then he tried to add in sweet breads but I insisted I was out on that. J selected a flatbread and when my giant bowl of white beans with pork and a small chicken leg came, I felt I'd got the better order. He admitted sheepishly he just didn't like beans and that was that.
I suggested we finish with a French brandy served in proper snifters and asked for a bottle of the Santorini to go home. It was full dark but comfortably warm walking to the car and J asked if I were up for one more on him. I suggested we go see Emily at Brooklyn and the Butcher. She made me a perfect drink in January and I'd been craving another ever since.
All the way to New Albany, J kept bringing up how much he enjoyed the two wine bars and how he hoped he and his wife could indulge in similar experiences when their children were older. He worried his wife didn't really like anything but sweet wine and was picky about that. I laughed and said D was exactly the same but she was game to hang out and recently started to appreciate ciders and frutied beers, and even some semi-sweet wines.
There were still plenty of cars parked on the street when we arrived at Brooklyn and the Butcher. I noticed there was no one at the hostess stand when we walked in but I breezed past into the bar. There were two women sitting at the bar and I was a bit disappointed when I realized the bartender wasn't Emily. I was even more so when she came over and apologized but said they'd closed already. I laughed and made a joke about the owner being an old man for closing so early then I realized who it was sitting at the bar. I asked, "Is that Emily sitting at the bar?" she said it was and I got up and walked over. We talked for ten minutes about my last visit and I asked her about her trip to Savannah. She kept apologizing for the bar being closed but I assured her I would be back. It was fine, we'd walk down to The Earl.
I got a bad vibe the minute we walked in. The bar was mostly full and there was only one bartender. He was wearing short shorts and took forever to get us a drink menu then never looked our way for the next five minutes. I suggested we go to Recbar nearby. There it was the same. The lone bartender, woman this time, was overwhelmed and though the bar was half empty she never looked our way before I lost patience.
Okay then. We were driving to my final option (so I thought) when I stopped at a light. J said, "Look at that! A cop is chasing that guy!" Sure enough through the sparse traffic I could see a black guy sprinting along the side of the normally busy road. His arms were pistoning up and down, his hands flattened into chopping motions like a track sprinter. Coming behind but steadily losing ground was a hefty police officer. He looked ridiculous and I can only imagine he might be thinking everyone watching thought he looked ridiculous. I wondered if he might pull his gun.
The light turned green then and I moved forward. That's when we spotted a car with the front passenger side crushed in where it had impacted the guardrail, on the opposite side of the road. There was a cop car with its lights flashing parked behind it. I couldn't see any activity around the cars as we drove past. About a half mile up the road we pulled into the parking lot of our 4th attempt to get a last drink. It was closed.
We laughed and decided we'd had enough fun. As we headed back towards the scene of the incident, sirens and flashing lights were suddenly all around us. I guess there was a manhunt. I weaved through parked cruisers while J counted eight more with lights flashing on side streets . Fifteen minutes later I dropped him off. He thanked me profusely but it nothing but what I like to do anyway.
20 mins later I pulled into the garage and for a second my heart did the little flutter it always does when I see D's car parked in its spot. Then I sighed remembering she wasn't home and wouldn't be for another week.
Just a Wednesday.
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Astralignment
and the Korribani Calendar System
Before the arrival of the Exiles the native Sith on Korriban had their own system of keeping track of time. Over the years, this became standardized and refined and is still in use by a large portion of the modern Pureblood community. Since the ancient Sith were observant beings of their world, many of the names and symbols reflected their natural environment. All of these aspects go into what is known as a Sith’s astralignment (astro-alignment).
Since the Empire runs on Imperial Standard Time (IST), anything relating to Korriban or any other Imperial world is referred by the local time of that planet.
Compare a year on Dromund Kaas to Korriban:
Dromund Kaas (everything in standard)
24 hours/day
312 days/year
7,488 hours/year
60 minutes = 1 hour
24 hours = 1 day
5 days = 1 week
7 weeks = 1 month
35 days = 1 month
8 months (+4 weeks and 4 holidays) = 1 year
312 (standard)days = 1 year
Korriban
28 (standard) hours/day
780 (local) days/year
21,840 (standard) hours/year
70 (standard and local) minutes = 1 hour
24 (local) hours = 1 day
10 (local) days = 1 week
6.5 (local) weeks = 1 month
65 (local) days = 1 month
12 (local) months = 1 year
780 (local) days = 1 year
This roughly makes 1 Korribani year approximately 2.9 [Dromund] Kaasi years.
Calendars
The days on Korriban are annotated on some versions of the Imperial calendar alongside the standard days.
In this example, names of the days on the calendar reflect the IST. The black numbers indicate the date in IST, the red numbers represent the date of the Korribani calendar. Placement of the Korribani date indicate when that day begins in relation to the Kaasi one.
A. 00:00 is the same for both.
B. 00:00 K starts at 04:00 DK.
C. 00:00 K starts at 08:00 DK.
D. 00:00 K starts at 12:00 DK.
E. 00:00 K starts at 16:00 DK.
F. 00:00 K starts at 20:00 DK.
G. Loops back around and 00:00 K lines up 00:00 DK .
While seemingly complicated to some, most Sith have grown with this system of overlapping calendars and can easily tell the date by the positioning of the numbers in this format.
There are of course, electronic versions where the date is shown simply:
Since the Korribani month is longer than the Kaasi one, the dates will continue through the Kaasi months. These next two pictures show how long 1 Korribani month is in relation to a Kaasi one.
There is also a version of the Korribani calendar that does not overlap with IST. These are used locally on the planet.
The days of the Korribani week were named after major gods from the most widespread pantheon on the planet:
Ahmuriq, from Ahmurn: the creator god.
Marseriq, from Marserha: mother goddess of the Sith.
Bashariq, from Bashara: goddess of passion.
Teraiq, from Teral: god of protection and justice.
Iskarliq, from Iskarln: god(dess) of conflict and war.
Marduriq, from Mardur: patron god of the Massassi and strength.
Rusaniq, from Rusanel: goddess of knowledge.
Zefiriq, from Zefir: goddess of the hunt.
Shumariq, from Shumari: god of the harvest.
Goruiq, from Gorul: the trickster god(dess).
Months
There are numerous constellations in the Korribani sky. Twelves of these mark the months of the year as well as going into the astalignment. The 12 major, monthly constellations all depict local fauna from ancient fables and have certain characteristics that are commonly associated with them.
1. Yuninchâtsutuyok, the jiminat and agzonûboj engaged in eternal conflict. Dedicated, ambitious, and insightful.
2. Qyalatuyok, the qyalak. Calm, sentimental, and inquisitive.
3. Badzuriqatuyok, the badzuriqash. Tenacious, practical, and direct.
4. Kaarjontuyok, the kaarjontû. Spontaneous, contemplative, and observant.
5. Tukatatuyok, the tukata. Loyal, respectful, and staunch.
6. Hatyatuyok, the hatya. Articulate, perceptive, and adaptable.
7. Lomaituyok, the lomait. Disciplined, fearless, and competitive.
8. Dzushatuyok, the dzushaj. Private, calculating, and flexible.
9. Mowhetuyok, the mowhef. Stern, traditional, and ruthless.
10. Dyaltituyok, the dyaltir. Mischievous, studious, and charismatic.
11. Jhan’dikanatuyok, the lost dikana. Creative, sociable, and resourceful.
12. Niqoituyok, the niqoit. Erudite, cunning, and free-spirited.
Years
The years are also represented by local animals. No one, not even Sith scholars or historians, are sure of the origin of how these animals came to represent the years on Korriban’s calendar. It is one of the many parts of Sith culture that have been lost since it is believed this particular record has been passed down through oral tellings.
The years are kept track of in a 6-year cycle with each year emphasizing a likely success for the ones born in that year.
Chiroik - Wealth
Wokinai - Knowledge
Natûsh - Fame
Dzenal - Influence
Litskoj - Power
Sulemish - Longevity
(ie. Those born in the year of the Sulemish will have a long life.)
This again factors into a Sith’s astralignment.
In addition to the years, these 6 animals are also used for the hours on Korriban. But time is not conveyed in the same manner as Basic. While in Basic one would simply say “14:25” (or two twenty-five in the afternoon) the Sith have a much more involved way to convey time.
For example: Shyracks screech and return to their caves as the priestess prepares the altar in the hour of the wokinai.
Translates to: 07:15 local time (or seven fifteen in the morning).
As a side note, a few centuries ago Darth Feras domesticated and bred wrats within the Empire. At first they weren’t seen with much interest by her peers. But popular rumor has it that she pointed out her creations embody the physical traits of the yearly beasts.
Eyes - Chiroik
Ears - Wokinai
Body - Natûsh
Hands - Dzenal
Feet - Litskoj
Tail - Sulemish
Afterwards they quickly became a favored pet and companion among the Sith, being seen as an auspicious animal.
While not related to their calendar there is a tradition of being assigned a birth flower. For this, the Sith do not look to their skies but rather, when a child is born the placenta is buried in a pot with 12 seeds. The first of these seeds to sprout becomes that Sith’s birth flower. These 12 flowers are also used in medicine, therapeutic or preventive, for some common ailments.
Serla for headaches.
Roshal for good eyesight.
Nashkir for sore throats.
Atsudqâ for heart health.
Hyaranjat for good digestion.
Mûyoin for muscle pain.
Shasâyar for fertility.
Jûzon for blood circulation.
Ashanin for bone mending.
Qoyo for fevers.
Chisiqsanu for irritated ridge skin.
Kûsk’inti for fatigue and replenishing energy.
The last two parts that go into a Sith’s astalignment are their energies. The weekly energies correspond with 4 classic “elements” of earth, fire, air, and water. While the daily energy simply refers to day or night (d/n) in regards to when the person was born.
Combined with all aspects mentioned in this document, year, month, weekly energy, day (+energy), and flower, one can study a Sith’s astalignment.
ex. Darth Vowrawn’s astalignment factors:
The study of these astralignments is a complicated field on to its own while the findings can be very important to some among the Sith. There are specialized scholars who offer their services to the old families so that the “perfect matches” (marriage, business, or otherwise) can be set up.
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aaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S DONE. i feel like frodo at mt. doom after the ring is destroyed omg... ;-;
SOOOO. i wanted, and i mean REALLY wanted, to finish this for lunar new year (for pretty obvious reasons lol)...... :,) welp.
then i was like “i can do may 4″ lol NOPE.
but here we are! still technically sith day? whatever. imma say I Did It. :D
also pls don’t laugh at my stupid drawings. i already know i can’t art. ok??? >,<
special thanks to @snootysith for giving me a bunch of sithy names and words for me to use. c:
like y’all... coming up with fake words, that look and sound ok is really HARD (for my dumbass anyway)
other worldbuilding posts that are... sorta mentioned/used in this:
@inquisitorhotpants‘s dk calendar
BOOS! x3
and some other stuff ....
but uh, yea. if you’re wondering “hang on there fluffy... did you really make a big, dumbass zodiac/astrology post??” the answer is...
yes.
yes i did... xU
but also i imagine the ancient sith had a lot of special and important dates for you know... religious things? *shrug* and over the many, many years all of this was passed down and prob altered in some way to fit into modern sith society? idk...
now imma say some things here bc i know For A Fact!!! that ppl don’t go onto original posts to read op tags on this hellsite lol.
and this isn’t me trying to sound like an arrogant asshole... but these are for some common questions that’ll undoubtedly come up:
yes, you can use this in any extent or manner.
no, you obvs don’t have to. ignore it if you want. i’ll be ok lol.
no, i’m not gonna write a long ass book with all the little details on every aspect of all the traits and then assign these things for your character(s). just make something up. that’s what i did here xD (plus my brain is d e a d from this)
yes, this is seen as a mostly(!) tomato pureblood sith thing but obvs attitudes are different between individuals. some are super into it, some could careless and think it’s all fake news, some have parents that care too much about it which is annoying and interfering with their life so they lowkey hate it lol.
no, i couldn’t do a read more bc it wouldn’t look as nice and i worked hard ok? ;-; i apologize for clogged dashes in advance.
i think that’s it? ofc feel free to hmu if you’re ok with a reply that can take anywhere from a few min to 3 business days ^-^;
#swtor#sith pureblood#sith warrior#sith inquisitor#y'all know how surprisingly hard it is to make constellations???#like...#DX#they have to look like the thing and i had to know what that Thing was#but also! have you seen rl constellations??#they don't look like The Thing at all!#so i had to make it kinda abstract? idfk#now if you'll excuse me#i'm off to be a completely unproductive member of the fandom again#:')#worldbuilding#long post
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Answering The Unanswered !
Preface:
While on the spiritual trip, our mind or mind maintains on increasing different concerns or questions. For those, who regardless of all these distractions as well as play of mind continue to get on the path of Dhyan, many (otherwise all) of these uncertainties get removed on their own in due course. However, for many, these questions, these confusions and misconceptions elevated by the mind finish up being the reasons to drift or to totally turn back from meditation.
The very function of creating this blog site is to answer, based on my own experience, some of the standard questions/doubts which usually trouble the beginners. Further, by the title ' Answering the unanswered', what I suggest is that these inquiries were essentially unanswered or at best unconvincingly answered for me till couple of months back as I was mostly depending on what I had checked out in numerous spiritual books or what I had actually seen in YouTube videos.
The Matter
# Q 1. Many people continue saying that Meditation is terrific for peace of mind, it does marvels, all should do it etc. When one states begin practicing meditation, what precisely has to be done?
My View: See, the most significant trouble/ roadblock for novices in the path of Reflection is that they believe of Reflection as a procedure, a technique which will certainly help them achieve benefits - tranquility of mind, joy etc. and for this reason they want to discover it rapidly for fast outcomes as well as that's why they are bound to face failing. I remained in this classification when I started off as well.
Don't seek anything. Do not try to find results. Meditation is not a magic stick. We need to understand the reality that meditation is not a method, it is not a process. Rather, introspective state is our fundamental natural state to be in.
As for just what needs to be done for meditation, well the amusing component is that you do not need to do anything. Just sit and do nothing for couple of minutes, with your eyes shut or open whatever means it fits you (however originally I would certainly advise with closed eyes).
Stop attempting to concentrate at the centre of forehead or in between eyebrows or at the pointer of nose etc. Originally, simply sit quietly, allow itching on temple or the arm happen, allow there be a variety of sounds entering your ears, allow hundreds of thoughts jump and also dance, don't ever before try to stop them or suppress them. Simply observe every little thing with complete recognition for couple of mins. At some point you will discover every little thing settling. Ideas will never ever be absolutely no yet jugglery of mind progressively decreases. For the very first couple of days or months, it will take a little bit much longer for this clearing up to occur but as you progress on this path, ideas begin decreasing within few minutes.
So, bear in mind the thumb guideline for meditation - daily just rest and also do nothing for couple of minutes - morning, mid-day, evening and even in the evening. It is typically said that early morning or nights are the ideal time to practice meditation.
# 2. I have been attempting to do meditation however nothing is occurring in spite of my genuine efforts.
My View : Nothing will certainly occur. No magic is going to take place. The extremely purpose of meditation is to merge towards this nothingness (Shunya/ No). Do not anticipate anything.
Always remember the standard rule of meditation - Don't look for anything, just be! Simply keep meditating, approving it as an obligatory routine like brushing the teeth etc., without thinking about what you will obtain in return.
Besides quit 'attempting' to meditate, daily simply sit as well as do nothing for few minutes, reflection will automatically begin happening when over a time period you on your own begin understanding what all this is about!
# 3. I rest silently in the lotus pose for long period of time still I am not getting the tranquility of mind.
My View :
Well that's due to the fact that you are doing a type of profession here by looking for the peace in return of doing meditation. It resembles you are making a mindful initiative to attain something while making believe to be seated and also not doing anything. It doesn't work like that. This subconscious and desperate desire to be peaceful is specifically what is quiting you from being one.
Keep on resting in Dhyan, as the self-enlightenment slowly permeates in, the sensation of tranquility, pleasure and blissfulness will certainly prevail.But don't make this tranquility or happy state as your goal.
# 4. I meditate consistently yet I am unable to handle my anger.
My View :
It made use of to be my favorite concern considering that I was (or possibly I still am) labelled as a brief tempered and spontaneous person.
I would say, initially of all, stop managing your temper as all the same. It's simply difficult to handle it from outside. You may reduce your rage for 20 days by specifying to yourself that 'oh, because I am doing meditation so I don't have the right to be mad any longer', yet it will eventually appear as a volcano on the 21st day for certain. In the last couple of years I have directly experienced that on greater than one celebration, before I lastly recognized that the only escape is in as well as not otherwise.
Also, you will certainly be continuously evaluated by people around that will certainly maintain poking you claiming that 'hi there, you do meditation yet you simply lost your temper, you just over reacted, you appear to be under anxiousness strike' and so on. Never mind. These points will certainly occur, however simply neglect them. You don't require a certification from anybody after all.
So simply keep meditating. In due training course of time, as your inner world start making you understand the reality, all these strong feelings of disgust, anger, anxiousness, severe add-on and so on will instantly disappear.
# 5. Do we actually need a Guru on the course of Meditation?
My View :
That's a private choice. Some find that being under the darkness of a Guru works as catalyst in elevating their spiritual energy. It could be true for them and I appreciate their devotion, nevertheless I personally don't have a particular Expert, though originally I was affected or say influenced by Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev, Osho as well as Ramana Maharshi.
Even currently, on days when I don't feel like practicing meditation, I check out a book or watch You tube videos of these informed people nevertheless none of them is or will be my Expert. That's because as you advance on this course, you start realizing the power of the Master that's staying inside you. Those who enjoy reflection will quickly comprehend why I am claiming what I am saying. After a few months, you recognize one fact. Plainly, paying attention to or checking out an informed individual can at ideal inspire you to commence your spiritual journey.
# 6 Some great publications to review/ persons to follow to get started?
My View : ' To get going' is the crucial word below as once you start realizing things you no much longer need any kind of publication or person to inspire you.
Having stated that, there is no refuting the reality that a great spiritual publication can surely obtain you began or obtain you back on track if you go crazy on the way.
So here are a couple of individuals whose publications/ videos have actually assisted me up until now in my spiritual trip: Osho, Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev, Ramana Maharshi, Thich nhat hanh, BK Shivani, Sandeep Maheswari, Rumi and also ofcourse, Jiddu Krishnamurti.
If I were to highly advise a solitary certain reference, then that would certainly be Ashtavakra Gita as well as hence an attractive book on the mystic Ashtavakra -Enlightenment- The Only Revolution !
P.S. - I would happily call myself a candidate, a novice on the spiritual course, that has (by divine's grace) most likely found out as well as experienced a thing or 2. That's it. Nothing more than that.
Would love to hear your ideas as well as feedback.
Namaste and also goodbye till my next create up!
Rahul is a civil designer by career however a traveling fanatic, an ardent wanderer, a family traveler and a blogger!!
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Arrow 8x09 Brain Dump
It was...not all bad. I really want to like this. I love Mia, William and FTA. I want to enjoy BS like I did in S7. I want to see Dinah written consistently with any kind of actual character. Well, at least my love for FTA is still intact 😂😂
Mia
Kat was brilliant in this episode. Her leading lady really jumped out 😂😂 Her emotional moments hit the mark, and I think she juggled her post-Crisis new life with her old memories brilliantly.
We opened on her waking up in the Queen mansion(!), with a very yummy Diggle Jr in her bed, only it’s JJ not Connor 😱😱 She’s also surrounded by adorable family photos, showing that Oliver got his wish of her and William growing up together (and confirmation that the Olicity Love Cabin still existed!) Basically, she’s living the best life that Oliver could have wished for her, without him in it, of course 😭
Probably the most notable change in ‘new Mia’ (other than her being infinitely happier and living in a crime-free city) was her social poise. She’s been brought up in Oliver Queen’s old world, and is quite the socialite, only without any of the haughty frivolity that one might expect (I imagine we have Felicity for that 😍). She loves her life and her friends, and she defends them, especially in the face of Laurel, who seemingly does nothing but scoff at her lifestyle for the whole episode 😒 I loved her addressing the press!! That was pure Queen! Maybe the influence of a certain Aunt Thea?
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Basically this Mia is smart and loving and happy, and Oliver gave her a warm and otherwise full life, save for finding her true purpose (which is gonna be vigilanteing, of course). So of course BS and Dinah rock up and upend it all 😂 I really liked how they made the returning of Mia’s memories a source of conflict, as well they should. It was so brutal to just return them with no preamble, to destroy what happiness Oliver had given back to her, just because, what? BS couldn’t complete her own fucking mission? (More of that later lol) Then Mia standing up to BS when she went as far as to mock Mia’s new world, just gave me life!!!
Anyway, with her memories restored, and bad guys to track down, of course Mia couldn’t resist her heroic calling and suited up, then proceeded to be the epic badass that we have grown to love.
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I loved seeing her struggle with her memories returning, and the guilt that they brought with them of not living up to Oliver’s legacy. At the same time, she appreciates what Oliver did for her, that all he wanted for his family and the city was to be safe and happy. She ultimately decides to remain the Green Arrow, taking up the guard of her city in her father’s memory, to protect the new world that he sacrificed himself to create.
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We’d seen she’d developed her ‘street smarts’ in the flash-forwards, so I think she’ll end up bringing these together with her new social skills, and badass moves, and be an unstoppable force!! Hopefully that will include her old FTA team as well, and not just the two feathered ones 🙄
FTA/JJ
God this needed more FTA.
We got a small amount of William, more of JJ, what with him being Mia’s fiance (!!), and little more than fleeting glances of Zoe (!) and Connor. The disrespect!! 😂
William (who even knows his surname in this new life?) continues to hold my whole heart in his hands 😍😍
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LOOK AT HIM!!!!💗💗💗
He seems to have been least affected in terms of his character, post-crisis. It’s implied that he’s running Smoak Tech, and that he and Mia grew up together and are basically each others’ ride-or-dies 😭😍😭
I truly hope if the show is picked up, that they increase the William content by a solid 1000% 😂 He brings so much heart and a certain humour and lightness, just like Felicity brought to Arrow, and Ben is such an amazing actor. The new show will need a William. BADLY. He really seems to have his shit together (in the very limited time we have seen him of course 😒), but I’m hoping that that doesn’t lead to Mia keeping her memories from him for long (although remembering who their Dad is, I’m guessing she could take a while 😂😂).
So JJ proposes to Mia at the beginning of the episode!!!! Apparently they are the love of each others lives here. Dig clearly learned from what Connor told him, and steered JJ away from becoming a murdering gangster...YAY! Although it seems that in doing so, our darling boy Connor ran into a few issues of his own 😫😫 It looks like there is no love lost between him and Mia, that he has been in and out of rehab, and is now somewhat of a bad boy 😏😏 But when they first lock eyes there is still definite history and heat there and, just HJJHDFVGDFK 🔥 BACKSTORY IS NEEDED!! Then at the end, JJ has his memories restored by scary-dude-in-cloak (who I was totally hoping would be Dig or Oliver tbh 😂), so I’m super interested to see how he copes with his dual memories!! So now Mia loves JJ, but knows he was evil and killed Zoe, and she hated Connor, but now remembers they had feelings for each other and that he is a beautiful soul, and all the shit is gonna hit the fan!!! I usually hate love triangles, but this is so exciting, with the good boy/bad boy switch up, and then the opposite memories being returned...YAAAAASSSS!! Although I’d like to make it clear that, whilst I’m going to enjoy the drama getting there, I am firmly in the SmoaknHawke end game camp!!
And as excited as I just got, all of this took up just about 5 mins of screen time 😫😫 It reminds me of what Arrow was lacking in its early episodes...heart and hope. They lucked into it with Felicity/Emily, but they have it here, ready and waiting, and are so far not using it.
Kat knows what’s what. This is the show we deserve.
Birds
There was a lot of bird action. Apparently in shaping a perfect future, Oliver saw fit that Mia never met BS or Dinah...this is why we stan 😂😂 Dinah has also seemingly been erased from the history books 😬, waking up after Oliver’s funeral (😒😭) 20 years in the future, so naturally becomes a bohemian, opens a bar and sings a lot. Cool, I’d probably do the same 😂😂 Laurel, it seems, went off to spend time with Sara, and has apparently become a solo time-traveller, trying to stop 2041 from becoming a really bad year. Righto.
Dinah was actually ok in this episode, if not hugely out of character, but that in itself has been inconsistent throughout the show, so here’s hoping that the zen-filled peacemaker that she was in this episode continues! Dinah’s new-found peace and bearability seemingly comes at the cost of Laurel being utterly awful. She rocked up in the future like Billy Big Bollocks with a huge chip on her shoulder, just sneering her way through the episode. She had such bitterness, disdain and anger directed towards Mia (and Dinah, at times) for no apparent reason, when they seemed to have somewhat bonded previously?! She spent the majority of the episode sauntering around looking down on everyone, portraying a bitchy-tomboy type, deeming anything vaguely typically feminine or not hard-moody-’badass’ as beneath her. This is not #girlpower. Fuck off.
Then we have that clusterfuck of a scene at the exhibition 🙈🙈 where BS tries to tell Mia that she used to date her Dad, before quickly correcting herself to “some version of him, anyway”, as if they were one and the same 🙄 Laurel’s continual need to imply that she knows, or has history with our Oliver is infuriating as hell. E2 Oliver died on the Gambit in his early 20s. Even if he was similar in character to E1 Oliver up until then, that person bears no likeness to the man he became. Her past with her ‘Ollie’ is entirely irrelevant to the man that was Mia’s father, who she barely even got to know at all save for a couple of episodes in S8. And not only the implication that she knew him, but then to actually try to trash him as well, to his kid?! All to push her idea that all versions of people are the same (which was refuted when JJ doesn’t even turn out to be behind the Deathstroke mask anyhow)? NO! At least Dinah and Mia were cringing along with us 😂
It’s just astounding, the turnaround they’ve managed with Laurel/BS. They already did the unthinkable in S7 and got a lot of people from this side of the fandom to empathise and warm to her, without pissing off her existing fans. I really did grow to like her in S7 (check my reviews, I still can’t believe it 😂), she was snarky, but not bitchy, and showed some heart and vulnerability. So it’s mind-blowing how they took all that growth and just obliterated it this season, and then even more so in this episode where she is just plain nasty and unlikeable.
I do think, however, that giving BS and Mia a tempestuous relationship from the off was a good idea, cos let’s face it, you can tell there is no love lost between them. But they could have made them clash in a better way than BS just being an arsehole to Mia for most of the episode. My best guess is her anger comes from Mia coming out of Crisis with a life untouched by violence, whilst her earth was still lost? (Was it? I can’t actually remember if E2 came back.) She can’t complete her self-appointed mission on her own and knows she needs Mia’s help to do it?? I don’t know. She had a lot to say about JJ supposedly being a ‘homicidal manic’...pot, kettle much?! She also seemed to find the notion of Mia initially wanting to just appreciate the peaceful life she had been given and not becoming a vigilante reprehensible, but why? BS is the one that needs to atone for past sins. Mia does not.
Stray thoughts
That cliffhanger!!! WHO TOOK OUR WILLIAM?!?!?!
The music was...not good. Especially during the fight scenes. Arrow was always so on-point with its score. I don’t understand how this can be so bad?! I did like hearing Mia’s theme in there, though, that was a nice tie-in the old flash-forwards.
Who is this Kevin that cheated on William? He must be destroyed!😡
Some of that future make-up was really something 😬😬 2040 is all about the severe/dead and unblended looks, apparently. The fashion was fabulous though!
The dialogue in the action scenes was soooo hammy.
Who is the mysterious, villainous “she”???
“Frack you!” and “I’m not interested in joining your Canary club” YAASS MIA 😂
William and Mia’s “pet rock” talk was super cute 😍
Oliver’s statue!! 😭😭😭
Hopes for the future, if series gets picked up:
Increased focus on Mia/FTA. We have such a fresh, interesting, diverse cast, with intertwined back stories ready to go for this show here already, waiting to be used. USE THEM.
A deadly outbreak of avian flu 😂🙊
Failing said outbreak...keep the birds in the background or MAKE THEM LIKEABLE. This is a chance for a clean slate!
I wanna see Papa Dig so bad. David had said we’d get to see 2040 Dig in Arrow, but looks like that isn’t going to happen now, and I’d just love to see how he is. I can also imagine David being entirely done, and not wanting to be a part of this, however, but a cheeky little cameo would be amazing 😂
SmoaknHawke to RISE 🔥🔥🔥
As it stands, I’ll watch if it goes to series, but for how long remains in question. I just know I cannot get on board with the faux feminist “heart/vulnerability/girly is ‘weak’! Let’s be hard/edgy/angry badasses and fight men and show the world we’re strong pow pow pow” narrative that BS in particular, but also the general tone of the show overall, is trying to portray. I really think that if the show is picked up that they should look to see what is working and what is falling flat on its arse. It’s in dire need of more heart and fewer birds imo, but we can have both, if they’d just write them as better people.
Thank you to the beautiful gif-makers 😘 Any uncredited gifs are mine.
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Screw Robinson’s ranking. What’s your ranking of the secondary students?
Oooooo yes, I think it’s about time we get a more objective point of view around here don’t we? Now, my sources tell me that the Ashleys’ ranking system was based on a combination of style, looks, and...personality or cool points or something like that. I’m assuming that Wilbur is using about the same system and so I will honor it, but I’ll add it all up to a score out of 30 in the end!
also this took so long will someone please venmo me a quid for coffee or something
Bae “Nemo” Nam-min
Looks: 8/10 he’s legit hottie when he actually puts effort in
Style: 4/10 leaves MUCH to be desired. He has two looks-- sweatpants or skinny jeans. With a friend like Finn, you’d think he’d be more educated
Personality: 7/10 He’s very easy to be friends with, but an airhead and drama magnet. Don’t be fooled by the smile-- he’s more trouble than he looks!
Overall score: 19/30, or about a 6.33 on the old scale.
Ferbs Fletcher
Looks: 9/10 LEGS LEGS LEGS LEGS LEGS. points off for hair rip
Style: 4/10 why are all men fashion-challenged, why are all boys addicted to the skinny
Personality: 5/10 I honestly don’t know what to make out of Ferb b/c he’s more of a tall, mysterious type, so I’m giving him a very neutral score here. If he opened his mouth more, I might like him less.
Overall score: 18/30! 6 even!
Mei Kusakabe
Looks: 8/10 EEEE she’s a real cutie with serious selfie game!
Style: 9/10 As you all know, I’m super obsessed with her look! Point deducted for those misses, which are SERIOUS misses. Miss Mei needs to float some of those looks past a panel before strutting into school and embarrassing herself.
Personality: 6/10 Here’s where she’s losing points and it’s because she talks to ghosts. Mei! Ignore them, jfc! Save it for your free time!
Overall score: 23/30-- a 7.6!
Jack-Jack Parr
Looks: 5/10 oh boy does JJ Parr need an intervention. I just don’t understand why so many boys’ mothers don’t teach them how to properly care for their hair. Honey, you need to be using a special shampoo and a mousse for those curls!! ldsajflk let me help you
Style: 2/10 ooooh boy does JJ Par need an invention. Everything he wears looks like hand-me-downs from Dash. It was cool when Dash wore it... several years ago!
Personality: 6/10 I think he’s funny! He’s nice! He’s um, creative! Like if I went to secondary and got paired with him on a group project, I would absolutely be doing most of the work but at least he’d probably try. Maybe? Well. I could think of people who I would want to work with less.
Overall score: 14/30 --4.6!
Su Qin
Looks: 7/10. My problem here has everything to do with the weird staring thing. We all know the weird staring thing. None of us like the weird staring thing.
Style: 7/10. I like her style as I’ve said before! I think she’s super unique, but I also think she could go just that extra step further.
Personality: 2/10. Oh honey. I hate having to score you so low, but right now your personality is if Mei’s personality was a sandwich, you’d be the crusts that no one wants to eat.
Overall score: 16/30-- 5.3
Brandon “Barrel” Adamson
Looks: 5/10. PLEASE CUT UR HAIR CUT UR HAIR CUT UR HAIR. There’s a cute boy under there somewhere!
Style: 2/10 Barrel knows one colour and that colour is black. His clothes also don’t seem to fit him very well. Hey Wilbur, can you do something about this?
Personality: 2/10. It’s only fair to give him a similar score as Su, since they like each other so much. He is also the leftover crusts to Lock’s personality sandwich.
Overall score: 9/30-- a 3. Ouch.
Romeo “Roo” DeRosa
Looks: 8/10. He is extremely good-looking! Like that’s a smile that is doing him every favour in the world. I can certainly see why he lured an Ashley in.
Style: 6/10. ugh all these teenage boys exhaust me with their lack of style why even bother having this as a category. what kills me is Roo’s shoes are never clean, like they’re caked with mud. Wash off your shoes!!
Personality: 8/10. I have almost no complaints with Romeo. He’s a sweet boy, he’s hardworking, he’s funny and even talented! I also think he’s kind of gullible...might even go with stupid. You’d have to be to knock up Ashley A.
Overall score: 22/30-- 7.3!
Finn Flounder
Looks: 9/10 hELLO face personally i dont understand why we have not talked about Finn’s face sooner and also more, like we just have dedicated Finn Face Appreciation Time, like, I’m talking artistically speaking is anyone else with me or
Style: 10/10 Colour! Variety! Texture! Pattern! Finn knows how to pick a concept and nail it, and he makes so much of his own clothes!
Personality: 1/10 oh right this is why we don’t talk about his face, it’s because his personality is the equivalent of the puddle of water you squeeze out of a dishrag. He is such a sweet boy with no spine whatsoever. It drive me CRaZY.
Overall score: 20/30-- 6.6
Phineas Flynn
Looks: 7/10. He is cute! He has a perfectly pleasant face with nice features. He is tall, though not as tall as Ferb. He looks, in a word, harmless.
Style: 5/10. Once again, he looks like his mother dresses him, and I mean sometimes that’s a blessing because who knows what he’d look like if his mother didn’t dress him, but way to look like 95% of the teenage male population.
Personality: 6/10. Phineas is charming, but only if you talk to him for about 20 minutes. After twenty minutes, there’s this quality in his voice that will worm inside your head and get stuck there. It’s like nails on the chalkboard. Once you hit forty minutes, you’ll realize he’s still talking (though you haven’t said anything in over twenty minutes), and that he really loves to hear himself talk so then it just becomes an exercise in watching Phineas impress himself.
Overall score: 18/30--6, like his brother. Appropriate!
Haley Long
Looks: 8/10. She’s hella cute! She’s got to be, sharing the genes of one hottie Jake Long!
Style: 8/10. She’s got the whole ‘am i gay’ vibe going for her, which I love. I love when I can’t tell, when it’s like, does she like flannel, or is an avid fan of Lost Girl? She went with Ashley A to prom, so I mean we know she’s at least a LITTLE wlw--I’m getting off track, the point is, I’m into her masculine-feminine energies.
Personality: 5/10. Hayley confuses me. Like, on one hand--she went to prom with Ashley A so maybe she’s an insane person. On the other hand, she ended up with Vee at the end of prom, so maybe...oh yeah, she’s still an insane person. She feels unpredictable, and maybe in a good way, but also maybe I need to run for my life. Haven’t decided!
Overall score: 21/30-- 7!
Dewford “Dewey” Mallard
Looks: 5/10. The Mallard boys are very interesting looking to me, like they have some of the most beautiful hair in Secondary but they prove time and time again they have absolutely no idea what to do with it. They’re also tall, but so skinny, like slendermen. Would like to enroll them all in a zumba class, maybe even yoga.
Style: 5/10. I’ll be honest, my eyes glaze over when I look at Dewey/Huey b/c the only difference between them is the general colour scheme. I like that they do TRY for some individuality.
Personality: 4/10. Dewey is...quiet. And weird. And alone a lot. He actually concerns me a little bit, like is he okay...? It’s not really my job to know, but it should be someone’s!
Overall score: 14/30-- 4.6
Hubert “Huey” Mallard
Looks: 5/10 please see above
Style: 5/10 please see above
Personality: 8/10. I like to think of Huey as the capable, family-friendly Mallard. He’s like a glass of milk with a chocolate biscuit. Everyone likes it, even if it’s not everyone’s favourite dessert. I mean, he’s smart, interesting, he has a wide group of friends! If I had to choose anyone to be put on a group project with, it would be Huey Mallard
Overall score: 18/30-- 6!
Llewellyn “Louie” Mallard
Looks: 5/10. u know what to do
Style: 7/10. GASP. Yes! A decent score! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Louie tries to have a unique style. He experiments, he’s not scared of looking like an idiot--he often looks like an idiot-- but he at least intrigues me. And next to so many boys who literally don’t know what they’re doing, he really stands out from the pack.
Personality: 6/10. While Huey is family-friendly, Louie is an acquired taste. You might really like all those wacky Louie antics, or maybe you’re allergic! He’s definitely trouble all the way around, so my personal opinion is that he’s best in small doses.
Overall score: 18/30-- 6!
Moon Yeongtae
Looks: 7/10. He pisses me off actually because he’s genuinely quite a handsome boy who is genuinely trying to look as un-handsome as possible. I should put this way lower out of sheer spite, but I want to encourage the rest of the teen population to exercise because at least Tae has that going for himself. Take the Mallards to the gym, Tae!
Style: 3/10. He also only knows the colour black and I think I’ve seen him in jeans three times in my life. I’ve never seen a boy so dedicated to sweatpants as a personality trait
Personality: 5/10. Speaking of personality, sweatpants isnt a personality trait! What’s his other personality trait? Arguing with people? Grunting?
Overall score: 15/30-- 5.
Pearl Park
Looks: 10/10. YES our first perfect score! But is there any question when you have a face like that? Just check out her insta. The likes speak for themselves. She’s GLOWING, she’s RADIANT, she’s going to bring this school to its knees
Style: 8/10. Obviously she has more style than 80 percent of this list. It’s only this low because we haven’t seen her full potential yet, or so I like to think. She’s playing it very safe, even if she’s playing it in her own league. I would like to see her push the envelope!
Personality: 7/10. Once again, this is low because we are still getting to know the alluring Miss Park. She seems to be super nice! No enemies yet. But I know there’s something spicy hiding under all the new girl niceties. I would also like to see it!
Overall score: 25/30-- 8.3
Pip Seville
Looks: 7/10. Personally, I like he’s adorable! He might not be topping any Most Handsome Buzzfeed lists anytime soon nor is he anyone’s secret crush but we love a boy who had good hygiene and perfect skin!
Style: 9/10. Yes yes yes!!! He might be a theatre kid cliche, but I’ll take one of those over another awful pair of joggers! Pip would never wear all black unless he’s in tech rehearsal, and we respect that.
Personality: 6/10. Soooo he’s pretty loud and a bit of a risk, like if you partnered with him on a school project, the odds of you getting an A are very high, but the odds of you crying by the end of it because you didn’t meet his expectations are also very high. So you know....take your chances.
Overall score: 23/30-- 7.6!
Wilbur Robinson
Looks: 8/10. Well OBVIOUSly Wilbur is a hottie. Did I deduct points for his new hair. Maybe I did.
Style: 9/10. FINALLYYYY Yet another boy who can dress and dress well! It helps that he can afford nice things of course, but you also have to know how to WEAR the nice things, and Wilbur does.
Personality: 7/10. Wilbur is funny, opinionated, stubborn, a go-getter, generous, and these days, even charitable (those are two different things). Does Wilbur have flaws? Sure. But from what I’ve seen in my ask box, people can’t decide what those flaws are. Is he ... too nice? No wait, he’s actually too mean! He’s an asshole, oh wait, he’s a simp for Barrel. Bla bla bla. Point is, if you add everything up, he’s a decent dude. I don’t agree with all his choices, but I’d also rather hang out with Wilbur than most people on this list!
Overall score: 24/30-- an 8!
Ariel Triton
Looks: 4/10. Boy did the Tritons really mess it up on this one!! I love the pixie cut, but Ariel always lets it grow too long and doesn’t keep up with it. It’s like at this point just shave your head-- tbh, i bet you’d look pretty good.
Style: 4/10. BOY of all the girls she really has no idea what she’s doing either. I admire Alana and Adella deeply for letting Ariel find herself in her own time. I’m just hoping it’s going to work out at this point, maybe we’ll transition from Dumpster Girl to punk rock when they actually get the band going.
Personality: 6/10. You know, I have a healthy level of respect for Ariel. Some people will say she is too fightey, but she stands up for her friends and her beliefs! I’m into that. I mean, she’s usually wrong, but at least she has conviction.
Overall score: 14/30-- 4.6
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The Failed Bodyguard
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Part 7
The meeting is at 2:30 so I should get there around 2:20 just to be safe. Looking at the time, "Good I still have a decent amount of time. I should try and clean up." I reach up and play with the needles that still rest in my ears, "I gotta get these out." I head downstairs to the one guy who can leave the house and semi likes me.
"Hey Deku! Back to watch your boy a bit more?" The security guard, Ragen.
"Actually," I turn and look at the screen to see him doing one-armed push-ups, "I was hoping for a favor. I need," I point up at my ears, "Boss wants me at the meeting in half an hour and I was hoping you could pick me up something to be more presentable while you are out."
"Sure thing kid." He leans forward and grabs my chin, "Let's see what the doc gave ya." He turns my head from side to side, "Damn kind all 7 at once? Must've felt like he was ripping your ear apart," He patted my cheek, "You know everything comes at a cost and I'm thinking you can pay back with something," His eyes gaze downward making me uncomfortable, "Different."
Shifting my feet I nod in understanding, "You'll get some?"
"Course kid. I'll head out now." He stands up out of his chair and grabs his jacket that was hanging on the back, "I'll pick you up something other than sweats and a crappy shirt too kid. I'll expect my payment tonight." He looks back at me with a smirk and leaves the room.
"Fuck." I look back up at Kacchan and look at the control on the panel. No one else is here I could just... I place my hand on the up button and turn up the temperature in his room a few degrees. Looking at the walls I can see large scorch marks so it's not like he can blast his way out.
He stops his set of lunges and looks up at the camera. His eyes looked like he'd been crying. But that stare was a dead glare. Raising his hand he flips off the camera then continues his workout. He was always good at covering up his emotions with that anger of his. He's really hurting. I wish I could tell him that I'm okay and that I'm alive here watching over him.
I sat and watched him walk around, drink water, and just lay down where ever he wanted. It was about 20 mins until Ragen got back. His tall figure loomed in the doorway and tossed me a bag, "Here I got you better clothes and the earrings. I'd go see the doc quick if you want to make the meeting in time." He sits back in his chair and shrugs off his tattered jacket, "Thanks for keeping my seat warm. Now hop to it."
I hurry past him but not before he slaps my butt. Good god, what did I agree to? But at least I can get these horrible needles out of my ear. I head down to the docs office and we quickly and painfully change into the new earrings. I now have black hoops and a black bar. Putting on my new jeans, a dark green t-shirt, and a large black denim jacket.
Rubbing the shaved part of my head I look at my reflection. Well, I certainly look the part now. I sigh, "Thanks doc."
I duck out of the room and pull my hood up my head. Time for the meeting. I travel my way up the stairs and head to the boss' room. I lean against the door and don't hear any voices behind the door. I knock lightly and the door creaks open, "Boss? I'm here for the meeting." There's no one in the room. Weird.
I enter the room and check the clock, 2:31. Strange I thought I would be late. My gaze travels over to the bookshelf and I head to it. I wonder what kind of books are actually here? I grab one and flip it over to the back. Werewolves and witches huh? Sounds kinda fun.
I open the book to the first page and start to hear voices travel down the hallway. I quickly set the book down and turn toward the door standing up straight. The boss rounds the corner, "Ah, here he is. The young boy I've told you about."
I take a good look at the man traveling with the boss. He has pale blue skin and ragged white hair. But the main thing I noticed was the hands all over his body, "This is the infamous Deku then?" His eyes crinkle as he smiles under the hand, "You have outdone yourself Overhaul."
Overhaul sits down on one of the couches and motions for me to come to sit next to him. The hand man comes and sits across from us. I sit quietly not wanting to say anything wrong to the two powerful men. "Alright kid why don't you tell us what you said earlier and what you know about All Might."
I grab my sleeve and fidget with the hem, "I am All Might's heir. I inherited his quirk."
The hand man leaned forward in astonishment making eye contact with me, "Really. And how did you, son of All Might, end up here?"
"My quirk didn't develop until late so I have little control over it. Then when my friend took a swing at me thinking I was quirkless I swung back and lost control of my quirk." I look down not wanting to remember.
"I don't think that answers my question fully Deku." I can still feel his eyes on me.
"I accidentally killed him."
"HA!" He leans back but doesn't stop staring, "And I guess you had heard of the rumors of people coming back from the dead around here and talked with them to track down Overhaul here. Very smart."
Overhaul reaches over to me and grabs my shoulder, "I am very glad that you graced my doorstep that day. He truly was a sight carrying his dead friend on his back and in tears on his knees." He squeezed my shoulder and I dare not move. I've seen what those hands can do and it's frightening, "Now my son, you get to help us take down the symbol of peace." I look up at both of them knowing what would happen if I didn't do exactly as they say.
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He tore my ankle ligaments, and now his nose is pointing in the wrong direction
TL;DR at the end.
Background (feel free to skip it)
I am a big guy (6ft, 275lbs) and I am not all muscle. I used to play soccer as a kid until I was 17 years old when I took a nasty knee injury that ended my hopes to play pro. I started to gain weight over the years, partly due to bad habits and lack of exercise. I reached 325lbs at one point and it felt like I was about to die. That's when I decided enough was enough and it was time to turn my life around. Started eating healthy, and slowly picked up the exercise bug again. I also joined a 6v6 soccer league in my city where my friends had a team and invited me to play. I'd play soccer once a week, go the gym thrice a week, then rest and chill. It was great.
On a soccer pitch you don't expect 300lbs+ guys to be running around or even be skilled enough to dribble through defenders. Most teams wouldn't even mark me (I played as a striker) until I scored a goal or dribbled through two of their players. That earned me some respect on the pitch, I had competitor players come to complement my performance after the games. I even made friends with league coordinators who at times cheered me after a nice pass or goal. It was just great... I felt I was alive again.
The Wrong-doing
At the time of this story, I had lost about 30lbs (I was 295ish). We were playing a long Winter League which is basically 14 games (14 weeks) and we knew almost every team in the league... except for one team. It was the 4th game of the season and we were scheduled to play the new team. A bunch of big guys that looked like they were straight out of an MMA competition. The game starts, as usual, I am not marked... I literally had enough space to park truck with no defender giving me a thought. I received the ball, ran for the goal, then buried it in the bottom corner. Easiest goal ever. Five minutes later, I did it again. Now I had their attention, and I was being marked by a guy who from now on we will call Jackass.
Jackass tried every trick to take the ball from me, and failed. The more he tried the more frustrated he became. Then at one point, I had the ball, dribbled and did a body feint and he dropped on his ass trying to correct his direction. I crossed the ball and we scored the third. It was humiliating but I didn't mean it like that. He stood up and walked right next me and said:
Jackass: You think you're having fun, fat ass?
Me: You're not really going to talk shit on a recreational soccer game, are you?
Jackass: I am not talking shit. I am just asking if you're having fun.
Me: Yeah, I am. And you?
Jackass: I will have my fun in a bit.
I didn't really know what he meant but I didn't give it a thought. A few minutes later, I receive the ball again, Jackass is like a step or two behind me. The next thing I know is my left foot (the one planted in the ground as I received the ball with my right foot) is twisted, I hear a loud popping sound from my ankle and I am on the ground. A moment later, a jolt of excruciating pain in my ankle made me groan like an elephant stomped on my foot. Jackass has taken an illegal sliding tackle on my left foot and it tore my ankle under my body weight. Then, he literally stood up and leaned down on me and said "Now I had my fun". I was out of the game.
Fast Forward 24 hours, my ankle is swollen the size of a large grapefruit. I see a doctor who diagnoses that my Anterior Talofibular Ligament has a 2nd degree tear... This is the strongest ligament in your ankle btw. I can't play any sport and only use my foot lightly for 8 weeks minimum. I made sure I submitted an incident report to the league after the game, then kept all the receipts for medical treatment as a result of the injury. It took a toll on me emotionally as it reminded me of my old knee injury that ended my soccer dreams. I was determined not to slip into depression again though.
Even though I could no longer go to the gym or the pitch, I was still eating healthy and spend the next 8 weeks planning my revenge.
It took me 9 weeks to recover, which was better than the Sports Specialist predicted. I was back in the last game of the season before the two play-off games. We were playing Jackass and his team again. I had spent my whole recovery time doing my very best to get ready to make that game. Took physio's advice and applied them to the letter, did anything and everything to make sure that I am good to play. I made it. Now it was time to exact revenge.
The Revenge
I concocted a plan with my friend Dave to exact revenge on Jackass, one that would leave him with a permanent memento from Yours Truly. Jackass likes to stay behind then make a vicious tackle, push or shove when the player he is marking is about to receive the ball. I was going to use that against him the worst way.
In the game, I made sure Jackass felt like I was scared of him. When I received the ball, I got rid of it too quickly, and if I was dribbling, I either passed it or let it go as if I was avoiding contact. This encouraged him to stay with me and to scare me even more. He literally played the first 15 mins of the game with a smug all over his ugly face.
That was about to change.
About 20 mins into the game, we get a corner kick. Dave goes to play the kick and I stand in the box, Jackass is two steps behind. Dave was about to take the kick then he stopped and nodded "No". This meant Jackass was no longer in position and we couldn't do what we planned to do. This happened a couple of more times. Then it is the fourth corner kick towards the end of the first half. Dave is taking the kick. He looks at me and he nods "Yes". Jackass is two steps behind me and is now marking me again. I put my hand up and shout "HERE, DAVE"... Jackass now commits to me. Dave then goes on to play this sweet perfect cross right above my head level. Jackass goes on to do his standard come-from-behind-and-do-something-nasty routine.
At that very moment, I plant both feet in the ground, expecting the shove from behind, lean backwards and launch my body towards Jackass. He is going for the ball with his head, and I am going with my head for his face. He perfectly planted his face in the back of my head (his head going forward, and my head going backwards). I swear I could hear his nose break on the back of my head. We both fall to the ground and I drop my 290lbs fat ass on top of him, catching him with my elbow, straight into the eyebrow. As I turn around on the ground, he has a cut on his eyebrow, his nose is broken and is literally pointing to the left, and he is bleeding. I shout "FIRST AID KIT HERE PLEASE", then tell everyone I was First Aid certified and start sitting him up and leaning his head backwards to stop the bleeding. In the process, I pinch his nose to check if it's alright :D, and he screams like a little girl. Then I say "Oh, it seems your nose is broken". League Coordinators cart him out, and an ambulance picks him up a few minutes later.
After the game, he sent a message saying he is suing me for intentionally breaking his nose and cutting his eyebrow. The League Coordinators did not support his incident report and said that it was he who went for me from behind and that I couldn't have anticipated that, let alone injure him so badly if it weren't for his own force. They also indicated that I was the first person to provide first aid to him after the fall. He had no leg to stand on, and his claim was dismissed.
Then I sent him a letter from my lawyer letting him know I was suing him for my injuries 9 weeks prior, supporting that with doctor's reports, physio reports, and the league's incident report where the League Coordinators concluded that his tackle was both illegal and deliberate. He had received a warning from the league that he would be permanently banned for such behavior. The league then went on to ban him from participating in the games. He reimbursed me $2300 in medical costs.
I scored 3 goals that game. We won and made it to the playoffs, then we beat them again in the play-offs and won the league. I am still on track with my weight-loss.
TL;DR - A Jackass couldn't take playing a soccer game against a better team, decided to break my ankle in a nasty illegal tackle. I ended up with torn ligaments that took 9 weeks to recover. The next time on the field, he ended up with a cut on his eyebrow and his nose pointing in the wrong direction. Then paid me up for my medical expenses.
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Pairing: James Conrad x reader Part 1 · Part 2 · Part 3 · Part 4 · Part 5 · Part 6 ·
Synopsis: After having left thing uncompleted and unresolved with James Conrad 3 years ago, you two find yourself again in the kong island. What happened three years ago with you two? How is it that you got to make part of an expeditionary mission?
Song: Ólafur Arnalds- So Far
Warnings: it’s a six part mini-series.
A/N:
Words: 1957
It had been almost 40 min since the group had left the gate. You were sited up front to get a better view of the island.
“Putting the giant creatures aside and that everything that moves may try to kill you, this place is beautiful,” You told to Conrad, who was standing close to you.
“ I agree with you,” Said Mason walking towards where you were.
Hanks music was calming and the fact that you were in the way to the extraction point made it even better.
Now and then Slivko would turn the radio on to see if he could get any signal.
“ Nothing? “ you asked
“ Nah” was all you got of an answer.
Every few moments you would turn your head to look at James and he would reassure you with a smile, that you were headed the right way.
“So those she now?,” asked Weaver at his side.
She had been watching the exchange for what it seems to be 20 minutes now.
“ Tell her what?” Asked him
“It is not like am trying to get in the middle of whatever this is, but if you two continue this way, I better be invited to the wedding” She joked making him laugh, of course, Conrad knew what she was talking about. Sometime during the night, he heard You whispering his name, trying to wake him up. It seemed that during the night he had moved and decided to put an arm around your figure, it hadn’t bother you at first but then you moved and hurt shoulder with his proximity.
James sighed, he could also feel Marlow’s eyes on him.
“ Oh I know that look,” Said Marlow “ You better say it”
“ Say what?” You asked walking up to them.
“ How far could we be from the extraction point” Said Slivko who too seemed to have heard the conversation they were having before you arrived.
“ So how far?” You asked looking at Conrad.
“ I can’t tell for sure”
As the answer, he gave you left you a little down you decided to change the topic.
“ So who do you have waiting at home?” You asked Hank.
“I got a wife, had a wife” He answered taking a photo from one of his pockets, he delivered to you and you pass it around for everyone to see. “ guess I don’t know anymore”
You could hear the sadness in his voice as he told how he got a telegram saying that his son had been born, a grown man he’d never met.
“ Yeah he defiantly thinks you’re dead men,” Said SLivko on the roof.
“ Slivko” You called out.
“ Hey,” said James banging on the roof.
“ Am just saying”
“ Then stop saying” you tried to imitate his voice.
“ You don’t know that, you’ll be surprised how long people wait” Said Conrad looking at him. But you couldn’t deviate your eyes from him, you had waited so long to see him again and by doing so you weren’t prepared for the feeling that came back to the surface.
Hank didn’t expect to be waited he explained, he just wanted to meet his son.
“ That can be arrange,” you told him with a smile.
“ We’re gonna get you home” added Mason
The voice of Packard through the radio broke the silence that had formed. You listen as Slivko told him about the boat and Hank.
“ We need their location Slivko”
You moved to the head of the boat to be able to have the best clarity, the flare appeared up ahead, you couldn’t avoid the cheer that came from you, but even better was the fact that you weren’t the only one that cheer.
“ Get down” Shouted James, as Victor was in the air, just taken for what could be better described as a pterodactyl. As fast as you could you took one of the weapons at the side of the ship and tried to get a clear shot, sadly the close you came was to shot the bird in the wing which wasn’t enough to get it to stop. The screams of Victor were deafening as the birds devour him in form of your eyes.
“ WHAT THE HELL MAN” Scream Slivko at your side.
“ He’s gone” Informed James.
Everyone face showed how horrified they were for what had just happened, and you could feel your stomach feel it too. Looking behind you, you were met by Mason and San who hadn’t moved their eyes from the scene.
Once In the river, you made sure to refill the little metallic container with enough water to wash your face, as all you could see every time you closed your eyes was Victor’s body been dismembered up in the air. The cold that seemed only to be in your head made you put your jacket on.
“Unless they were eaten by something bigger than us” You heard Mason said.
You walked towards James but stopped as you heard the sound of someone cutting through the dense jungle.
“ Ah, holy shit” Exclaimed Slivko raisin from where he was to greet his team.
Cheers were heard all around, while you all said hi to each other.
“ Its good to see you y/n,” said Packard, smiling at you.
After greeting them you turned to look for Randa.
“ I thought you were crazy,” said Brooks to Randa.
“ I wish I am” Randa looked at you.
“ Thank the gods you’re alive,” he said while hugging you. “If I made it out of here and you weren’t, he would kill me”
“ Its good to see you too,” You said with an enormous smile.
“ WEST? We can't go west” shouted Hank, making all of you turn his way “ East is best, west is worst”
What were they talking about? moving towards the group so you could hear better.
“ Guys I think we should listen to Marlow, “ Said Mason, raisin from her spot.
“ Hey, your job is finding lost men” Said Packard, to James who shifted uncomfortably on the spot.
“ Okay sir, but if we reach that position and that man is not there” Conrad had agreed “were back here by nightfall, in 24 hours we have to be on the other side of this island ”
“ Roger that”
Oh god No, something about the way that Packard had said it didn’t give you the best feeling. You turned around to see Randa’s face, that confirmed your beliefs.
“ This was not on the plan,” You said to Randa.
“ he wants to kill it,” Said him “ it isn’t such a bad idea”
“ This isn’t why we’re here “ You retorted
“ He won't stop”
Even though Conrad said to Mason not to tell him this was a bad idea, she did, either way, confirming even more what he already knew. Turning to see behind them, Mason saw Marlow talking to Slivko and his group about how they were all to die. On the other side, something much more interesting, you were having a conversation with Randa, Brooks and San. It was agitated as if you were trying to prove a point to Randa.
“ We better see what that's about” Said Mason standing up and moving to where you were. Conrad following close behind.
“ It basic biology and correct me you two if am wrong” You said signaling to San and Brooks “ If they take him out, balance will be shaken; He’s the bigger predator whose own presence is keeping any other creature at bay” You sighted “ If they kill him, the rest of the creatures here may try to get out”
“ Yes, you may be right but his own existence put us at risk” Said Randa
“ She’s right Randa,” Said San
“ Risk how? “ you asked “ He’d been here for far longer than any of us have been alive and he hasn’t left the island”
Mason was with you, years had passed and the very existence of kong hard remained unknown.
“anyway there is not much more we could do, Packard will do as he pleases” Said Brooks
“ Yes, he will and as he’s the only one with guns I say we better follow them,” Said, Randa.
The look on your face what that of someone at the edge, When everyone started to move you stayed contemplating the water of the river for a while. Mason decided that it was best to approach you.
“ We should better get moving,” She said, you turned around and looked at her
“ Am gonna regret going that way, I can feel it,” You said laughing, a smile spread through Mason’s face.
“ I already do” Your waves of laughter sounded even louder, both of you catch up to the group pretty fast so you weren’t the last ones.
During the entire walk, your words resonated on Conrad's head. They had altered the habitat of Kong when they first arrive and know looking back, they really didn’t know anything about the island. He had agreed to lead Packard to his man but as soon as that was, none of you (San, Brooks, Mason and Randa) were continuing with Packard. He was a danger in the current state.
Looking around, the things started to become way worst. The group had reached a place filled with gigantic bones, that made warning bells ring in his head. He searched for you among the crowd and find you near Mason who was taking photos not so far from him. Your luck was something you two laugher commonly, as you did have pretty shitty luck but this time he cursed, even if you were trying not to show if he could see it. The wound limited your movements, making you move slower and more rigid, your breath coming out uneven and you were paler than yesterday.
Deciding to wait until you and Mason catch to him. So he could make sure you were okay. You and Mason seem to have been talking the entire way here.
“ You two seem pretty friendly,” he said jokingly.
“ She’s pretty cool,” You said, bumping your arm with her laughing.
“ And she seems to be the only one with common sense” you couldn’t avoid the chuckle that came out “ Well you do have more than half the people here” Added Mason.
“ You know what James, I want her to meet Dave” You looked at him and smile, he could only laugh.
“ She keeps saying that but I don’t know what it means” Said Mason smiling at Conrad's side.
“ Imagine Conrad, but with a smile and better sense of humour” Mason laughter eclipsed yours and Conrads.
You all three stopped on your tracks.
“ Yeah, you smell that? Is death” Said Hank.
Looking down, Conrad saw a mass grave that was surrounded by a strange gas. The long sight that escaped you didn’t go unnoticed by him. He heard Mason arrive, the same conclusion as he had.
“ We’ll cross through and make it to the highest point west,” said Packard.
Conrad heard Marlow disagree but his entire attention was on the grave in front of him. He felt you shift uncomfortably at his side and move his eyes from the grave to you. Your face was unreadable, but your body showed how you really felt. You had reached for your gun and fixed your backpack so that it was in the middle of you back.
Your eyes connected with his and he could see the doubt on them, he wasn’t even sure that it was a good idea.
“ Keep close” He whispered to you. “ We can make it,” he said loud enough to be heard by Packard.
“ Stay sharp, keep an eye out” advice Packard.
“ of course, let's ignore the man that has been 28 years in the island” You whispered back.
“ I think we already have” whispered Mason at your side.
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Christmas 2019: Day 11 - Eight Crazy Nights (2002)
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
Eleven bags of (fake) dog poo!
As Mrs Schwartz told us in A Christmas Story Live, at Christmas time when you’re a Jew it’s easy to feel kinda blue. Nothing serves to underline this more than the fact that the Wikipedia article for this movie describes it as having ‘received a cult following, especially among those in the Jewish community, as it is one of the highest profile and most known Hanukkah films.’ For Christmas, there are more classic movies than you could care to name but this movie seems to have earnt this distinction almost by default. Google Hanukkah movies and you will get lists of movies that start including even the most tenious of links just to make up the numbers. Hell, even the article cited as part of the above quote about this being one of the most high profile movies of it’s kind bears the headline ‘Jews deserve a better Hanukkah movie than Adam Sandler’s “Eight Crazy Nights” ’
I’ll get the good points of the movie out of the way quickly, well, point singular; it’s bad but moreso in that car crash can’t stop looking at it way. There’s a musical number at the end which encapsulates this but we’ll get onto that.
Honestly, I feel like I could just describe the first three minutes of this movie and call it a day. We get a burp joke, a massively offensive Asian accent and animated Adam Sandler fucking his car. Nothing I could possibly say could damn this movie anymoreso than it has itself.
And that’s not just ‘animated Adam Sandler’ to mean the character he’s voicing, the character is modeled exactly like him. Like, Dracula in Hotel Transylvania looked pretty like him and Mavis looked pretty like Selena Gomez as well but this is basically taking Adam Sandler and making him animated. It just lacks any imagination and seems like the cynical progression of having celebrities doing voiceover work. It’s not enough to have their voices attached to draw in a crowd, now you’ve got to have the characters look like them too.
Sandler does provide a few voices in this and for the briefest moment I was relieved to learn he wasn’t voicing the Asian waiter. That relief was shattered mere miliseconds later when I read that it was instead Rob Schneider providing the voice, a much, much worse fate.
I am very curious as to why this is even an animated film in the first place. It’s not something Sandler is usually known for and it is in no way meant for kids. Well, that’s not strictly true, the kind of humour it’s going for it perhaps suited more for immature kids but with all the casual swearing good luck getting an age appropriate rating. I mean, name a bodily function and it’s in here. You’ve got kids blowing snot, Sandler going for the worlds longest burp, farts with visible gas clouds, an old man covered in shit, deers shitting…the list goes on and on.
Maybe they were just keen to really subvert that whole ‘animation is for kids’ thinking that things like South Park had managed to buck to great success in the five or so years prior at the time. But the style reminds me a bit of The Iron Giant, there’s one kid near the start that looks like the kid in that so I dunno if maybe they were trying to trick people into thinking this was a kids movie on some level?
If there were one word I would use to describe this movie it would be ‘obnoxious’. That’s arguably the word used to describe most Adam Sandler vehicles to be fair. Like, I remember liking Billy Madison when I first saw it when I was younger but revisiting it sometime within the last few years…no. Happy Gilmore I still liked though and to his credit, Sandler does get the odd rave review when he goes against type.
You’ve got a supporting character called Whitey who is just shit on from a great height, being the subject of mockery for his age, height, appearance and even the seizures he has. To top it off he has an extremely annoying voice.
Sandler’s character is just a massive dickbag throughout but the movie oddly tries to claw back some sympathy by explaining that he lost both his parents in a car accident when he was a kid and effectively shutdown, becoming the bitter husk that he still is today. But it’s hard to have sympathy for a guy who will lock an old man in a port-a-potty, push it down a hill and then spray the guy in water to the point that it freezes him.
What’s really bizarre is the rampant product placement going on, the movie pretty much stops dead in it’s tracks to take a walk through a mall in order to point out all the stores like Foot Locker, The Sharper Image or Dunkin Donuts.
Hell, even Nintendo is getting in on the act when one of the kids says he got a Gameboy for Hanukkah. Just why Nintendo? Why would you lower yourself to this level? I know people always point to Nintendo as the ‘kiddy’ brand of the different consoles but I hardly think this is an appropriate way to show yourself as more adult.
The only part I would advise watching is the award ceremony at the end which is where most of the rubber necking value comes from. You have one scene where the Mayor tells a really terrible joke which for some reason has the crown in utter hysterics to the point where the old guy crawls on his table, the Asian waiter rips his shirt off and the basketball coach starts cossack dancing.
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And then Sandler turns up to bitch about them not giving the old guy an award and chooses to do this through the medium of song. A rather good song actually, which is something of a novelty for this movie. It has this absurdity and mean spiritedness to it, from the way that Sandler crams in a neverending sentence that doesn’t fit the structure of the song at all or how one guys describes how he and his friends used the old guy as their own personal TV aerial and ignored his cries of pain when lightning struck him. And let us not forget the ‘BUM BIDDY BIDDY BIDDY BUM BUM’ dancing that comes completely out of nowhere and has doubtless entered internet folklore for these past near 20 years.
At least the movie is relatively short at only 1 hr 16 mins but even that feels twice as long. Just stick with watching the clip above out of context and then pick a much better Hanukkah movie instead like...Futurama: Bender’s Big Score? Yeah, it’s real slim pickings here.
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Chris Evans Writing Challenge
I’m still taking a break from the quickies so I decided that May should be Chris Evans month. This challenge center around Chris and a handful of his characters. I listed the one you can write below. All the prompts are something either Chris or one of his characters have said at some point.
Due Date: May 31st (don’t worry about the timezone. As long as it’s the 30th somewhere it counts.) - There are no extensions on monthly challenges!!!
Word min: 500 words
Word Max: 5k words
Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry. If you create a series only part one has to be posted before the due date.
Fandom: Chris evans
Will you read and reblog my fic?
You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here
When Do I Post?
Right now. Sign Ups start now and end when there are no more prompts or when the due date rolls around
Genre: Anything you want. You have to be over 18 if you write smut and you always have to warn accordingly! Fluff, angst, AUs, and crack are all welcome. I prefer none AUs - so fics that take place in the cinematic universe the character you choose is from. I don’t wanna limit you here though so if AU is what floats your boat, make it AU.
Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no merpeople. No underage. No incest or selfcest. No half animal anything, please. No glorification on cheating(it’s okay as a plot device but use it with thought), no wife, s/o (even exes) or actor hate in rpfs!
Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (until-theend-oftheline) Kari’s Chris Evans Challenge. And use the #Kari’s Chris Evans Challenge in the first 5 tags.
Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!
Submit: After you posted on Tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc. If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D
Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FH1g90G-dEaXXQ90JvU7_wI0i6vrQwBmt7wqBZLAgLM/edit?usp=sharing
How do I join?
You pick a quote (all are something either Chris or one of his characters said) and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!
There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. For now 1 person can sign up 2 times (one prompt per story).
All pairings must be x reader (romantic or friendship) general fics - no selfcest! -
I will accept Stucky or Stucky x Reader for this one too but focus must be on Steeb then:
Chris Evans (rpf)
Steve Rogers
Stucky
Stucky x Reader
Jensen (Losers)
Mace (Sunshine)
Frank Adler (Gifted)
Curtis (Snowpiercer)
Nick Vaughan (Before We Go)
Colin Shea (What’s Your Number?)
Prompts:
1 Did you know that cats can make one thousand different sounds and dogs can only make ten? Cats, man. Not to be trusted. @dutchiewhotriestowrite (steve rogers)
2 That's right bitches; I got a crossbow! @acreativelydifferentlove (chris evans)
3 As the Ancient Tibetan Philosophy states: "Don't start none, won't be none!"
4 Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. @queeniewritesce (chris evans)
5 I promise you if you need us. If you need me, I’ll be there. @queen-of-the-avengers (Steve Rogers)
6 This isn’t freedom. It’s fear.
7 It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom right?
8 It's the time. Sixteen months, you can get used to anything... you just lose track. I won't lose track again.
9 We should never have gone off the mission. @capsheadquaters (chris evans)
10 I don't know. I have an opinion. But that's my opinion. I could be wrong. @lilulo-12 (steve rogers)
11 Use your head. But don't be afraid to believe in things either. @averyrogers (steve rogers)
12 When you're committed to somebody, you won't allow yourself to look for perfection to someone else @brokennccrown (Steve Rogers)
13 We love what we love. It sucks. @thatfanficstuff (Stucky)
14 Give her a kiss and wish her good luck.
15 18 years I've waited for this moment. @averyrogers83 (steve rogers)
16 That's what people in the best place say to the people in the worst place.
17 Okay. Uh…how do you feel about Denver. I found the mountain man, and that guy has got a caboose worth relocating for.
18 Oh, ___, I underestimated you. That’s amazing. That’s…that’s my new favorite thing about you. @iwillwalkherinthemorning (Nick)
19 Yeah, well, you sounded depressed on the phone, so. You hungry? @queen-of-the-avengers (Chris Evans)
20 Maybe the one thing you are the most scared off is the one thing you should do. @docharleythegeekqueen (Chris Evans)
21 You are so busy trying to be who everyone else wants you to be that you don’t know who you are @capsheadquaters (steve rogers)
22 I like wet hair and sweatpants. I like sneakers and ponytails @blacktithe7 (chris evans)
23 You know I still don't know how to dance. @reminiscingrogers (chris evans)
24 When I went under, the world was at war. I wake up, they say we won. They didn't say what we lost.
25 That was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm 95, not dead. @jewels2876 (Steve Rogers)
26 This job, we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody. But if we can’t find a way to live with that, then next time maybe nobody gets saved. @becs-bunker (steve rogers)
27 We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions.
28 What you did all those years... It wasn't you. You didn't have a choice. @docharleythegeekqueen (steve rogers)
29 You blew 3 bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead.
30 I'm not looking for forgiveness. And I'm way past asking for permission. @fangirlextraordinaire (chris evans)
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Impulsive Decision Pt.8
Male Path | Female Path
Warnings!: Swearing/Strong Language
Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au
Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok x Reader / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 12,371 - 2 parts in one
Summary: M/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. M/n attends a BTS show, since they happen to be a fan. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic M/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but M/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,
A/N: I deleted the original post so I can repost it to see if Tumblr is still being messed up with the tags and showing up in searches
Gif by seokkieverse!! (I was going to link you to the gif maker but Tumblr is being a penis)
"She's going to kill me, she's going to kill me, she's going to kill me..." I kept repeating, my words muffled by the bite of bagel I took as I quickly pulled on a clean shirt.
"Don't eat so fast, sweetheart! You'll make yourself sick!" Jin called out from the kitchen.
"I'm not sweet! I'm mean and spiteful! Fear me!" I called out, pulling apart the large bed looking for my lost phone.
I heard Hobi laugh at my words.
"He's really nervous isn't he?" I heard Jimin ask.
"My sister will kill me if I'm not there to pick up Jeonghun in the next 20 minutes!" I panicked, running back to the kitchen to take a bite of bagel and run to back to the room to grab a jacket.
"He's coming here, right!?" Tae asked excitedly.
I froze dead in my tracks.
Was I really going to bring my nephew here!? I usually did and just waited until Jillian was almost out of work to take Jeonghun to the park to wait for her, but I don't think I could do that this time. WHERE THE FUCK CAN I TAKE MY NEPHEW!?!?!?
I sat on the floor, in deep thought.
"Congratulations Taehyung, you just broke him." Jin sighed in disappointment.
"He had a mental break, maybe we sho-" I cut Hobi off.
"I CAN'T BRING HIM HERE! WHERE THE FUCK DO I TAKE HIM!?“
“Okay, nevermind,” Hobi said calmly.
“If I take him to my apartment my sister will know something is up! If I bring him here my nephew has a big mouth and will just babble about how mUCH HE LIKED SEEING HIS NEW FRIENDS!" I was losing my shit.
Jimin walked into the room and sat in front of me, he began to rub up and down the sides of my arms, "It'll be okay! You can bring him here and we'll try to make him promise not to tell." Jimin insisted.
The other three boys walked in, "You can take him to the park, maybe a walk around the city." Hobi suggested.
"But I want to see his nephew! I bet he's as adorable as M/n-ie!" Tae whined.
"If you two go for ice cream, I want some." Jin stated, arms folded.
"We have ice cream in the freezer!" Jimin argued.
"...About that..." Tae rubbed the back of his neck.
"You couldn't have possibly eaten two gallons of ice cream..." Hobi laughed a bit in disbelief.
"There are still 3 pints in this second freezer." I grunted as I stood up and started to finish getting ready.
"Yes! What flavors?" Jin asked, walking up to the second fridge.
"Strawberry Cheesecake, Cookie Dough, and Cookies and Cream." I sighed, pulling on my shoes.
"So are you bringing your nephew here?" Tae asked, hopeful.
I frowned, "I'm not sure, Tae. I don't think I can risk it. You four may be okay with being here, but there are four... possibly five --now that Seongmi probably hates me-- that aren't okay with being here. "
"He's right, they might not be so kind to his nephew either," Jin added, digging around a drawer for a spoon, making an adorably happy sound when he found one.
"I honestly want to see him too," Jimin added, making Tae nod.
"What's his name again?" Hobi asked, sitting down on the bed, watching me in amusement as I kept searching for my phone.
"Jeonghun. I swear, Park if you have my phone I gonna..." I trailed off from my growled threat, getting on my knees and looking under the bed.
"You'll what?" Jimin challenged.
I looked up, smirk on my face, "Wouldn't you like to know, Chim?" I teased, successfully making Jimin blush.
"You're making me wanna know." Jin teased, mouth full of ice cream, not really fazed.
"Pervert." Jimin scoffed.
"You're the one who blushed." Hobi laughed.
"FOUND IT!" Tae yelled from the living room, I didn't even see him leave the room.
I jumped up and ran to the living room to see Tae unlocking my phone, "Tae! That's per-"
"I'll give it to you if you promise to bring Jeonghun over."
"...Are you serious...?" I asked, shocked that he wanted to meet my nephew that bad.
"Yes!" I took a deep breath as Jimin, Jin and Hobi come into the room.
"How about this. I take him to the store, I have to buy more ice cream and a few things on the list, I'll bring him to dinner... but only if it's only you guys..." Taehyung beamed, handing me the phone in silent agreement.
"YAY!" I heard Hobi shout from behind me, making me jump.
I walked inside the school and was greeted at the front desk.
"Back for your nephew, Mr. L/n?" Miss. Su asked, a smile on her face.
"Yeah, I'll get him from his classroom!" I called as I jogged down the hall.
Once I got to the classroom I yanked the door open. Jeonghun was sitting at a small table, drawing something on his tablet and his teacher was sitting across from him, grading papers.
"Late again, Mr. L/n?" He asked, eyes peering up behind his glasses.
"Uhh, yeah," I rubbed the back of my neck, "Sorry Mr.Hui." I chuckled nervously.
"It's endearing that you call me Mr.Hui and not Hui Gyeong like most parents." Mr.Hui chuckled, shuffling through his papers.
"And I find it endearing that you call me Mr. L/n and not M/n." I smiled.
"You're a CEO."
"You're a teacher. I find that more respectable. Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm not going to make an excuse for my tardiness. Hi, bud." I waved to Jeonghun and stepped into the classroom, shutting the door behind me.
I sat beside Jeonghun, he was drawing a flower. Mr.Hui smiled and tapped his stack of papers against the table.
"Any behavior reports this time?" I asked making Mr.Hui chuckle.
"Just the usual talking." He dismissed.
"He gets that from my mom." I ran my hand through Jeonghun's hair, fixing the stray hairs that stood out.
Mr.Hui cleared his throat earning my attention, "W-What about you... M/n? Anything new happened? I've heard you've been a busy man." I smiled.
"Yeah! We're close to a new partnership!"
"Does that mean Jillian will be busier?"
"No. I will be taking care of everything. Video games will be made in a different building and then we expand to food and beverages after a few months or so." I babbled, looking at Jeonggie's drawing.
"Anyone new?" I looked up, one eyebrow cocked up in confusion.
"Not really, why?"
He gestured to his neck. The sudden realization made my hand fly to my neck and my face burn with embarrassment.
"Uh, I was at a club a few nights ago a girl was drunk and I was trying to get her a taxi..." I lied.
Mr.Hui shook his head, "Stay away from clubs, I've heard there have been a few druggings recently, just be careful, okay?" I swallowed thickly, nodding.
"So you'll meet a lot of new friends today, but your mom can't know about ANY of them, okay Jeonggie?" I stated as I pushed the shopping cart, grabbing the ingredients Jin, Hobi and Suga wrote on the list.
"Uncle M/n, are we going back to your basement again?" I froze at his words, dropping the bell peppers in the cart with a facepalm.
I took a deep breath, ignoring the stares I was getting, "...Context, Jeonghun. Context means everything."
"Can I get cotton candy?"
"No. Your mom will not yell at me this visit." I sighed, grabbing dried mushrooms.
"But you have chips!"
"They're not for you! Plus I'm an adult and can drink beer and eat chips for dinner if I want!" I argued.
"That's not healthy!"
"ThAT's nOt heAlthY!" I mocked, earning laughter from behind me.
I turned to see Police Officer #2 from a few days ago. Well, fuck me.
"Oh! Uh, hello officer." I chuckled.
"Hello, Mr. L/n, I didn't know you had a son." He smiled, grabbing a bag of dried anchovies.
"He's not my son, this is my nephew." I apprised politely.
"Oh, okay. I was talking to your... director? Best friend? I was talking to Mr... I mean Jason. " I smiled
"He told you he hates Mr.Katashi, didn't he?" I giggled.
"Yes, he told me he used to be the end of a lot of jokes but I don't quite understand why?"
"It's uh, Japanese for 'Rigid' sometimes it could be used to describe something... hard or firm...." I trailed off, the officer's eyes suddenly widened, his face turning a little red.
He began to laugh, "Mr.Hard??? I feel so bad for him!"
"So what were you two talking about Officer...?" He smiled
"I'm off duty, Eunsuk. " He extended his hand out and I shook it.
"I'm not working so M/n is fine."
"Jason and I were talking about the leads on the Kpop group kidnapping. So far we can't find anything, do you know the username of the person you sold your ticket to?"
"I don't believe so, sorry. I should've kept track but I just didn't think about it."
"That's fine, I'm sure something will turn up. It was nice talking to you, M/n, I have to finish shopping."
"Of course, have a nice day, Eunsuk." I smiled and began to push my cart, I got into a crowded area and pulled out my phone.
"Oooh, I want ice cream!"
"Jeonghun I will put you in the bin of oranges and leave you there." I threatened, calling Jason.
"Yes?"
"You knew he was coming didn't you, Mr. Rigid!?" Jeonghun pointed to something to the side and I picked him up out the basket and set him down.
He quickly ran over to a lobster tank and I saw no harm so didn't really worry.
"Fuck you! And who is coming where!? CONTEXT M/N!" I felt my face slightly heat up.
"You damn pervert! I was talking about Eunsuk at the store!" I pushed the basket closer to Jeonghun to observe the lobsters as well.
"Oh... No, I didn't know he was going to the store or that you'd be there, don't you have Jeonghun today? I should come over, I bet he misses me." I looked over at Jeonghun who was shaking his head.
"Uhhhhhh, maybe not. I'll talk to you later."
"WAIT! I have to tell you something!"
"It can wait, Jason, I have to go." I hung up and looked at Jeonghun, "Remember, you will meet people today that you can't tell your mom about."
I sent Hobi a text, telling him I was close to the bunker, I gripped the steering wheel in a slight panic that something would go horribly wrong and that I was making the wrong decision.
Worst case scenario, the others would see my nephew and tell him I'm a crazed kidnapper, my sister finds out, she flips, ends up telling the rest of my family, my brother then does 'the right thing' and calls the cops and I go to prison.
Best case scenario, Jeonghun stays for a bit, I meet his mom outside the bunker with him, they leave, he keeps it a secret and all is well for the time being.
I let out a deep breath as I pulled into the small opening between trees that lead to the bunker. I turned off the engine of the car and Jeonghun began to gather his things and shove them into his somehow over-stuffed-looking backpack. My plan originally was to just drop off the ingredients with Hobi, leave again and come back for dinner so we could all sit down and talk but as I was opening my door, Jeonghun flung his open and ran to the entrance door. I let out a deep sigh, closed my nephew's door and followed him.
"Remember, secret friends." I reminded my nephew who nodded eagerly.
I pushed the symbols into the dial pad and opened the door, but was pushed to the side by my impatient nephew. I heard a distinct sound of what sounded like a combination of 'awws' and small squeals. I rounded the corner and saw Jeonghun already in Taehyung's arms. Jin, Jimin, and Hobi were around Tae and admiring and cooing at my nephew while Suga was standing off to the side, a slight smile on his face.
"Well then, he ran in a little early. Guys, this is Jeonhun, Jeonhun this is Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae is holding you and..."
"Yoongi is over there." Jin finished for me.
"I, uh, got the stuff off the list. I was just going to drop it off and come back for dinner but he got excited." I explained apologetically.
"That's okay! I'm just glad the others didn't get suspicious when Hyung told us you were coming and we all raced here." Jimin smiled, fixing my nephew's hair that Tae had ruffled.
"He has your nose!" Tae beamed.
I only smiled and shook my head. I handed Jin the bag and made my way over to Suga.
"Sorry if meeting my nephew was really sudden." I apologized.
Suga shook his head, a small smile on his face, "He does have your nose." I smiled.
"Family nose graces those who are worthy." I leaned on the wall next to him.
Suga only shook his head as his smile only got bigger. Jin put the groceries in the kitchen and rushed back, closing the door behind him. The others moved to the bed with Jeonghun. They talked to him and Jeonghun proudly took out his tablet to show off his drawing, boasting about his good grades.
"I understand it now." Suga spoke suddenly.
"Understand what?" I asked, caught off guard.
Suga turned his face to look into my eyes, "You're not a bad person. You're not smart, but you're not horrible." He turned back to look at the others.
"...Thank you?" I was unsure if that was a compliment or insult.
After a few more moments of silence, I spoke up, "Are the others worried that I brainwashed you too, Suga?" I asked.
Suga scrunched his nose, "You can call me Hyung."
"Yah! Call him Yoongi!" Jin suddenly called out making Suga only give him a look of distaste.
I only giggled a bit, "Okay, I won't call you 'Suga', Hyung." I saw the smile that Yoongi tried to hide.
"You're making him call you 'Hyung'? Wowww, Hyung, how cold-hearted." Hobi teased.
I shrugged, "It's respectful. I should call you all 'Hyung' to be honest." Everyone's head snapped to look over at me but Jin and Jeonghun.
"Whaa? How old are you exactly??" Jimin questioned.
I thought for a bit, "I was born in... soooo....20 in western and 21 in Korean age?"
Jimin began to cough, Tae just had wide eyes, Hobi's jaw dropped and Yoongi just looked at me for a really long time.
We all jumped when Jin clapped his hands together, a smile on his face, "Let's let Jeonghun and M/n-ah go have fun while we make dinner."
I chased after my nephew as he ran for the large concrete stairs with two big slides attached to them. My longer legs helped me quickly catch up and I scooped him up in my arms. I quickly held him up with one arm then used the free hand to tickle him as punishment.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from the stairs, uh!?" I teased.
He just laughed, not answering.
"Did I not tell you stay away from them!? Answer me, Jeonghun!"
"Yes!"
"Will you go to them again!?"
"Yes!"
"What!? What was that!?" I tickled him harder.
I was trying to keep my nephew away from the large set of stairs due to the last trip here we had. He ended up hurting himself and not only did I get in trouble with this mother but I felt bad afterward because he was crying. So I tried my best to keep him far from the death stairs, however, my nephew seemed to inherit the thirst for danger and risky actions that seemed to run in my family's genes and it was easier said than done. I spent the whole time chasing him because he had a fixation on the dangerous stairs.
"Will you stay away from the stairs?!"
"No!" I showed no mercy.
Ticking wasn't the most orthodox way of punishing my nephew, but at least he would remember. My sister gave me permission to spank and scold him, but honestly, I couldn't do it. I was too soft, not only that but our parents never punished my siblings and I that way so I plan to do the same. I won't oppose my sister though, she's the parent and it's her son. It's her business. But when he's with me, I let him have fun, but I never let him get out of hand.
"Will you stay away from the stairs!?"
"Yes!!" I smirked, putting him down to let him catch his breath.
My nephew decided it was best to sit on the ground and I didn't tell him otherwise as I took off my longsleeved plaid shirt to cool off with just my plain white t-shirt. I tied the plaid shirt around my waist and took out my phone. My nephew let out an exaggerated groan and fell to the side so he was flat on the ground. I only chuckled, rolling my eyes, knowing he was just being dramatic like my older sister. I pulled out the walkie-talkie app and tapped Jin's icon.
"Hey, Jin-Hyung?"
I heard muffled giggles, "You can just call me Jin, M/n."
"Oh, uh, well Jin, I think my nephew is tired so we'll be there soon."
"That's good! Dinner is almost done, make sure to be safe on your trip back."
"Okay, bye!" I shoved my phone back into my pocket and looked at the fallen prince on the floor.
I sighed as I looked at my nephew on the ground.
"Okay, time to get up! Your mother will kill me once she sees how dirty your clothes are," I began to peel my nephew off the ground.
"Geeze, M/n you even work children to the bone." I rolled my eyes in irritation at the voice.
"Jason, didn't I tell you not to come?" I sighed in irritation as I put my nephew over my shoulder and fished in my pocket for my phone again.
"You look like a father." Now that voice was different.
I turned and was met with a crime, "What the fuck is he doing here!?"
"Hello to you too, M/n." Daisuke chuckled.
"I never said 'Hello'." I stated bitterly.
"Listen, whatever happened between you two four years ago can just be put behind us." Jason announced as he put his hands up, and he was right to do that, because I've never wanted to punch Jason more in my life than in that moment.
"Jason. Shut the fuck up. He's a total fuck salad and I don't want him breathing my air."
"WHOA! There are kids around!" Jason scolded me.
I rolled my eyes.
"I know you hate me, but we just want one favor!" Daisuke said quickly.
I scoffed, "I've done plenty of favors for both of you, Jason and I still get awkward around each other, why makes you think I'll do anything for you?"
"It's just a night out!" Jason jumped in, getting irritated.
"A night out? We aren't 15 anymore, Jason. I have a company to look after."
Also the people I have in my bunker...
"I know! He has responsibilities too now! No troublemaking, just a few drinks, snacks, a walk around the city, maybe some video games and we'll all part ways! Just like last time." Jason explained.
I scoffed, "Last time we didn't all part ways, Jason."
Jason looked confused. Daisuke looked down at his feet, a small smirk on his face.
"What? You guys left me out of our last night together??" Daisuke chuckled, looking off into the distance.
"Jason, it wasn't fun." I grumbled, adjusting my nephew who seemed like he was falling asleep.
"I thought it was fun." Daisuke protested.
"Of course you did." I rolled my eyes once more.
"It doesn't matter! Just a night out! I'm not saying today or next Tuesday, just make some time for it is all I'm saying." Jason stopped us from going further.
I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to get out of this.
"Fine. If either of you tries something stupid I'm leaving though." I grumbled and began to walk away.
"Where are you going, M/n?" Daisuke asked, his voice slightly teasing.
"Nowhere you need know." I kept walking as I took out my phone to text my sister that Jeonghun was having dinner with me.
The fact that Daisuke was in the same city as me, angered me. Maybe I was being immature but I honestly didn't want him anywhere close to me. I pulled up to the bunker and looked in my rear view mirror at my nephew who was passed out. I sighed, getting out the car and opening the back door as quietly as possible. I grabbed his backpack and slipped one of my arms through one of the straps so it was over my shoulder. I carefully picked my nephew up, I didn't even bother to close the doors, I didn't want to risk waking him up. I opened the vault door and closed it as quietly as I could. I went to the dial door and prayed this one would close silently as well. When it didn't I cringed and stood in place, waiting to see if my nephew reacted. When he didn't I sighed in relief and rounded the corner.
I smiled when I saw Hobi on the large bed. He was on his phone, earbuds in and lost in the game he was playing. He was laying against the pillows, legs stretched out and crossed, completely relaxed. I quietly and gently got on the opposite side of the bed and lied my nephew down against the pillows. Jeonghun stirred and made a small noise which somehow caught Hoseok's attention. Hobi got up and left the room. I ran my fingers through Jeonghun's hair, hoping to soothe him so he wouldn't wake up
"Shh, it's only me, Bud." I assured him softly.
Hobi came back with a throw blanket, he started to unfold it as he got on the bed. Hobi delicately draped the blanket over my nephew and smiled. I was happy to know I wasn't bothering him. I moved to take off my nephew's shoes and Hobi quickly moved to take off the other shoe.
"Had fun at the park?" He chortled.
"Yeah, he ran around a lot so he might be out for a bit." I sat back.
I began to notice how quiet it was in the bunker. Normally someone would be arguing but it was too quiet.
"Where are the boys? It's pretty quiet." Hobi smiled at my words.
"Jin and Tae are in the arcade, they aren't challenging each other so they haven't fought. Yoongi and Namjoon are in their rooms. Jimin washing some blankets and Jungkook is helping him. I think the girls are in the library. " I nodded in understanding.
"Let's let him sleep." Hobi added, climbing off the bed.
I followed his lead, getting off the bed and walking with him to the living room/kitchen/dining room. There was a blanket spread out on the dining room table, seeming like Jimin or Jungkook put it there to dry. There were two covered pots on the stove, both letting off steam and bubbling away. Hobi led me to the living room and plopped down on the couch, holding his arms out. I gave him a look of confusion. I went to sit beside him put his hands immediately grabbed my hips and pulled me so I was on his lap.
His arms wrapped around me and his chin rested on my shoulder, he let out a deep breath and leaned back more into the couch, pulling me back with him. A warm and safe feeling washed over me as I relaxed into his hold.
"If you wanted to cuddle, you could've just told me." I chuckled.
"Would you stay with me if the other boys wanted you too?" He asked softly.
I frowned, "What brought that up?" I asked, my hand resting on top of his.
It was silent.
"Hobi, you're not less important. If the others came in right now and wanted to take me with them to another room, I wouldn't go. You had me first. Plus, I don't spend as much time with you or Jin." I explained, feeling him nuzzle his face in my neck.
I pulled away just a bit to look at his face, "You know you're important, right, Hyung?" I asked softly.
His eyes lit up, a small smile gracing his features as he nodded. I smiled, "Good."
The sliding door opened along with the small sound of “Uncle?” I only smiled, letting out a small sigh.
“Let’s get him to sleep.” Hobi said against my neck, giving it a quick kiss and letting go.
I stood up and looked to the door, “I’m right here, what’s wrong?” I asked softly at his small figure at the door as he rubbed his eyes, his lips pouting even more.
I chuckled and walked over to my nephew, scooping him up. Jeonghun’s face immediately went into my neck, now shy to see Hoseok. Hobi jumped up and quickly went into the entrance room and came back with the throw blanket. When he came back, he put one hand on my back and lead us back into the living room. I stood by the couch as Hobi grabbed a few pillows from the couch and set them on the floor against the couch. He put the blanket down on the floor with the pillows and gestured for me to put Jeonghun down. I smiled, mouthing him a quick ‘Thank you’ as I lied down on the blanket with my nephew.
Jeonghun slipped off me, deciding to lay on the floor, tucked into my side.
“Better?” I asked him softly.
He nodded, his eyes struggling to keep open. Hobi turned on the tv and put a Disney movie into the DVD player. Hobi sat on the couch as the movie began to play, he lowered the volume so it was more like background noise. About ten minutes into the movie Jeonghun was fast asleep, turning to the side away from me and more into the pillow beside him as he hugged it to his chest.
“Thank you, Hobi. I guess he just kinda needs me near him.”
“No problem, he must be really tired. ”
As if my presence was sensed Jimin walked into the room. He went straight to the blankets, checking if they were dry or not.
“You know I have a dryer, right?” I asked softly.
Jimin’s head shot up, his eyes lit up and he smiled, “Jeonggukie’s drying other clothes in it, so we decided to use the dryer for clothes and we’d hung out the blankets. ”
“…Or I could buy another dryer.” Jimin rolled his eyes at my comment, walking over to us.
As soon as Jimin saw Jeonghun clutching a pillow, he made a small noise of adoration and got on his knees beside him.
“He’s so cute!” He smiled, moving some of Jeonghun’s hair out his face.
He stood up, jogged over to the table, grabbed a blanket and came back, laying the blanket over him.
“There you go, little guy.” Jimin whispered.
“Thank you, Jimin.” I smiled fondly as Jimin seemed to adore my nephew.
“He’s so cute.” Jimin said under his breath, not taking his eyes off him.
I wanted to enjoy the moment. Jimin cooing over my nephew, Hobi looking at them both fondly, spread out in his usual comfortable position. The sound of the movie playing with the faint sound of bubbling from the pot on the stove, and very distant arcade sounds, made the moment seem calm and home-like.
Yet for the boys, for the girls, this wasn’t home.
Something in my gut was telling me this would all crumble.
“Hey, I’m going to go work on a few things. Tell me if he wakes up, okay?” I said softly as I stood.
Jimin and Hobi both looked at each other, exchanging looks before turning to me.
“Don’t work too hard. ” Hobi warned.
“Yeah, don’t. We’ll get you if Jeonghun wakes up or when dinner is done.” Jimin assured me.
I gave them both a small smile and turned to leave into the hallway. I needed to sort things out and it would be hard with them both there. So I went to the secluded Dance Studio and only turned on the pink and white lights. I sat on the floor, letting out a deep breath and finally thought of some of my problems.
Problem #1. I kidnapped nine people. Seven were very famous idols and two were innocent, very afraid girls. Odds are, I’m going to prison. This problem was easy to solve. I couldn’t do anything. I told them they could leave and I knew. once they did it was only a matter of time before I was locked up. I wasn’t going to fight it because I deserved it.
However, I needed to meet up with Seth to make sure everything went to my family or Jason. I loved Jason like a brother, but I knew better than to leave him to run a company.
My older brother… he was responsible but was way too uptight about the business. He wouldn’t take risks, he would do the same things over and over and would never change. Which would end up killing the business if not done right. Our company needed to evolve with the times and I felt like my brother wouldn’t do that.
My little sister was only 16. She was mature for her age, but legally she had no footing. I wanted her to enjoy her teen years. Something I had mostly missed out on. I felt that if I left her with the weight of expectation she’d only end up like me, overworked and regretful. I wanted her to be who she wanted to be without the family telling her who she should be. If she wanted to be a model, I’d find a way to make it happen. If she wanted to just travel the world, I’d let her. I didn’t care if my family didn’t like that. My little sister wasn’t going to work in the family business if she didn’t want to. I felt like me making her the heir to the company would ruin her choice.
My mother isn’t so great with business. She’s too spontaneous and likes to live in the moment. She was a very let-the-chips-fall-as-they-may kind of person. That’s not a bad thing, but not a good thing for the company. There was a reason my father had her in her creative lane and handled everything else.
That left my older sister. She was a lot like my older brother, only she was less stubborn. She had a clear head and would think things through. She might get stuck in the same loop as my brother, but she would only need some talking to, to change and evolve. She wasn’t a big risk taker. The company was a giant chess board to her, and she played it smart and well. My brother likes to think he’s the smartest, but my older sister would talk someone into handing them their car keys, underwear and pride in a matter of moments. She was also pretty scary if you challenged her. I think my little sister and I are safe from her wrath most of the time. I think it was only because my sister still sees me as her little baby brother who once filled the washing machine with water before starting it because I didn’t know water would go in automatically. Instructions unclear. Water everywhere.
Okay. Company to my older sister. Most of my money will go to a savings account for my little sister, while the other bit of my money will go to my older sister. My brother and older sister will share my stocks. My mother will be in charge of the animators. My little sister just needs to enjoy herself. And Jason… Jason will get… the food in my fridge! He will be in charge of making sure my bunker doesn’t fall into ruin or get discovered by my family or they will never leave.
Problem #2. My father’s birthday. It was a few days away. My family will expect me to be there all day. We’ve had a company party every year to celebrate my father. I was always so active in planning, and hosting these parties, so, me even disappearing for a few moments, will raise a lot of rumors.
Maybe I would stock up the bunker and leave it to Jason. The party started at around 6pm and went on until midnight or later. Then my family would clean up, lock ourselves in our family home, drink, eat and talk about my dad until we all finally passed out. We’d eat brunch or dinner as a family, depending on when we woke up, then spend the day like we did then. My older siblings playing video games. Me studying. My little sister helping my mom bake or make dinner. All waiting for 6pm when my father would get home. Only, that day, at 6pm, we’d all leave and return back to our lives.
I didn’t even want to think about Problem #3. It didn’t deserve my time or energy.
“I knew I’d find you here.” I heard from my right.
I opened my eyes and looked over to see Yoongi holding two bags of chips in one hand and four beers with his arm.
“How? I’m starting to think it is you who is the dangerous one in this bunker.” I smirked.
He rolled his eyes, using his foot to close the door. He sat beside me, handing me a bag of chips and carefully setting the beers down.
“What crisis are you having now?” He asked, opening up his chips as I picked up a beer.
I smiled, “Do you just assume I’m only alone because I’m having a crisis?”
“Am I wrong?” He tested, opening my chips and handing them to me.
I wanted to challenge him but he was mostly right. I sighed in defeat.
“No. You’re not wrong.” I popped a chip in my mouth, chewing with slight irritation that I was so readable.
“So let it out.” He seemed to command, opening a beer and leaning back.
I let out another sigh before beginning.
“I just need to set up everything in case I do go to prison. I also need to find a way to leave you all alone for two or three days because my family throws a huge party every year and they expect me to be there for all of it. Then I have… an old… associate who came into town.”
“I’m guessing you fucked this ‘associate’.” I smirked at Yoongi’s words.
Yoongi gave me a judgmental side-ways glace, seeming to take my smirk for a cocky attitude.
“I mean yeah, but not in the way you think.” I quickly recovered.
“You love them?”
“More like I hate them with a burning passion.” I grumbled, taking a long drink of my beer.
“Passion is still passion.” Yoongi shrugged.
It was silent for a few moments.
“… I did love them at one point. I’ve known them for just as long as I’ve known Jason. They were spontaneous, opinionated, and strong. They were exactly how my father described my mother. When my father died, I had a short ‘wild’ streak. Jason knew I was like that because my father just died, I was left to take care of my little sister while my mother was in shambles and my siblings were in South Korea. So Jason would limit me. He knew I had a company to take over and didn’t want me to ruin myself before I got there. My other friend, however, would leave Jason out when he would invite me to parties and late night trouble. He and I… were intimate… but he told me to never really tell anyone. Including Jason. I realized a little too late that they were a selfish, stubborn asshole who didn’t deserve my time and ended it. I never told Jason. I knew he’d hate them a bit too, not only that but I never wanted to bring it up, I wanted to forget that side of myself. Them coming here just reminds me that not only are they a horrible person, but I was too.”
“The past is the past, just tell them you don’t want to see them.”
I scoffed, “Daisuke is a fucking snake. I’m not sure why he’s here, but he made Jason make me promise to have a night out with them. He’s trying to do something, I’m just not sure what yet.”
“What about Seongmi.” I almost choked on my beer.
“What?” I asked, turning to him.
“Well, from what I heard she’s mad about you not having a crush on her too.” He smirked.
“I honestly haven’t thought too much about it. I figured it was just a crush and she’d understand and get over me.”
“Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin have been on the receiving end of her attitude.”
“She’s had an attitude?” I asked, scooting a little closer to Yoongi.
“Yes. She got into a fight with Jimin after you left. She thinks Jimin swayed your decision.” I frowned.
“He didn’t though. I’m not even sure if I like girls, so I didn’t want to lead her on if it might not work out.” Yoongi shrugged.
“She doesn’t see it that way.”
I let out a deep sigh, “Now I have a Problem #4.”
I ruffled my hair as I entered the dining room. Jin was in the kitchen, stirring a pot. Jimin was at the table drawing, his back to me. Hoseok was still on the living room couch, playing the game he was playing when I came back. I heard a door close in the hall behind me, signaling that Yoongi had gone to his room. I walked over to Jimin, I put my hands on either side of him and leaned down to kiss his cheek.
Jimin jumped a bit and turned his head to look up. Once he saw it was me he let out an embarrassed giggle.
"You're doing great, Jimin. It looks beautiful." I smiled, looking over the drawing.
It was of a cliff, but you could see a beach below, the ocean and waves beautifully copied, a boat treading the waters and a bonfire seeming to be lit on the beach.
"Thank you." He smiled, his voice small.
I only smiled and walked over to Jin. I went behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his shoulder.
"Whatcha making?" I asked softly.
"Dumpling soup! I didn't have enough beef for the stock so I used chicken." Jin stated cheerfully, being a proud chef.
"Good, I love dumplings. Why didn't you tell me to get you some beef while I was out, Hyung?" I asked lifting my head to look at his face that was now slowly turning pink.
Jin seemed to let out a breathless chuckle, "Beef is too expensive! We have plenty of things in the fridge!" I shook my head in disapproval.
"I have enough money to buy you a whole cow, Hyung! Anything you need, remember?" I complained.
"Need not want, M/n." Jin smiled.
"That's stupid. Fine! Anything you want, Hyung!" I smiled.
"...Are you drunk?" Jin question, turning a bit to cup my face and look into my eyes.
"No." I frowned.
"I smell beer." I rolled my eyes.
"I had two with Yoongi Hyung."
"Stop calling him 'Hyung'!" I smirked.
"Are you jealous, Jinnie?" I saw his eyes widen slightly.
"Of course not! I have nothing to be jealous of!"
"He's jealous." Hobi interjected from the couch, not taking his eyes off his phone.
"YAH! I'M WORLDWIDE HANDSOME!" Jimin and I giggled at Jin's outburst.
I hugged Jin closer, "Yes you are, Prince Jin." I gave him a small peck on the side of his neck.
"Hyung, you're red!" Jimin laughed, covering his mouth with one hand, turning red himself.
My hands drifted from his middle up his chest, "Are you flustered, Hyung?" I asked next to his ear.
"That's enough of that." Hobi sighed.
"And you call Taehyung and I the possessive ones." Jimin poked.
"I'm not possessive! Jin is about to explode!" Hobi defended, finally looking up from his phone.
I really wanted to hold onto Jin. I actually wanted a kiss from him but I knew the boys wouldn’t really want me to kiss their hyung in front of them. I wasn’t even sure what brought that feeling on or if Jin even wanted to kiss me again. I decided to save my pride and Hoseok’s sanity.
"Okay, okay, I'll leave Jin-Hyung alone." I sighed letting go of a now slightly pouty Jin and taking a seat next to Jimin.
I watched Jimin a few moments before grabbing my sketchpad that was left on the table and began to draw something OTHER than Barnaby. My childhood living room. A TV setup, console players on the floor with controllers and scattered notebooks and snacks. I remember when I would take a break from studying just to look up and search for cheat codes for my family on the floor.
I smiled fondly at the memory now being replicated on paper.
"M/n, can we talk?" I heard.
I looked up to see Seongmi. She had her arms wrapped around herself and seemed to be nervous, shifting her eyes to look around at the other boys.
I opened my mouth to answer, but Jimin cut me off, "That depends." I gave Jimin a look.
"Be nice. Sure. We can go talk in my office." I began to stand.
"Wait!" Jimin grabbed my wrist, "In your office? Alone?" I frowned at Jimin's panic.
"Yeah. I'm sure whatever she wants to speak about is private. Don't worry, I won't do anything out of character." I assured him, lightly taking his hand off my wrist.
I calmly gestured for Seongmi to lead the way, once she was a few steps ahead of me I turned to Jimin, a reassuring smile on my face, "Don't worry, Jimin. I'm not touch-starved." I chuckled and began to catch up with Seomgmi.
My nerves tingled in both fear and curiosity as we walked into my office. I closed the door behind me and plopped down on my office couch.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked, getting a throw pillow and putting it on my lap.
She stood in front of me, her hands in front of her stomach as she idly played with her fingers.
“I wanted to say I was sorry. I overreacted” My eyes widened, looking at her for any signs of this being a joke.
“…What lead you to this?” I tested.
“Do you not forgive me?” She asked, slightly panicked.
I quickly held up my hands as if they would stop her panic, “No, no, no! It’s not that! I just… I’m curious as to what made you change your mind.”
She let out a deep breath of relief.
“Oh thank God. I thought about it more. You were right. You aren’t sure and I’d only get hurt if you aren’t attracted to women. ” I smiled and quickly stood up.
“Thank you for understanding, Seongmi. Hug?” I asked opening up my arms.
She beamed, quickly nodding and pressing herself close to me. I wrapped my arms around her, my cheek resting at the top of her head.
“Can you just promise me that you won’t take their words as facts before making decisions?” She asked, her voice muffled against my chest.
I pulled back in confusion. I stared into her eyes that seemed sad, “What do you mean by that?” I questioned.
“I caught Jimin thinking out loud.” She shrugged.
Before I could press it further there was a knock on the door. Seongmi and I exchanged glances, both seeming to think the timing was rather too coincidental.
“Yes?” I called.
“N/n? Jin said dinner was ready… Also, something happened.” Hobi’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“What happened?”
“Jungkook-ah accidentally dropped the game console on the arcade. He was a little shy to tell you.” I could hear his eye roll.
“Uh, it’s okay! I’ll take it to the shop to get fixed, just put it in the entrance room and I’ll take it with me when I go out again. We’ll be out in just a moment.” I assured him.
There was silence for a few moments. Seongmi looked nervous but I gave her arm a light squeeze to ease her stress.
“…Okay. Don’t take too long! I think Jeonghun might wake up.”
“Okay, Hobi-Hyung!” I called cheerfully.
I could hear Hobi take a few hesitant steps away from the door until walking away.
“Maybe we should go get dinner…” Seongmi trailed off.
I sighed, letting her go, “Yeah maybe.”
We both awkwardly walked to the door and out of the room. She gave me a quick wave and went ahead of me, making her way across the dining room into the hall with the rooms. I smiled at her cute wave and made my way into the dining room.
I looked over, Jimin was on the chair to the right of the couch, Jin was judging me in the kitchen, Tae was on the floor looking up at my nephew playing with Yoongi on the couch and Hobi was sitting on the opposite side of Jeonghun, smiling at the interaction.
Yoongi was spinning a basketball on his finger doing it effortlessly, my nephew’s mouth agape as he stared in wonder. Yoongi stopped the ball and handed it to my nephew who excitedly began to attempt to recreate the trick, but failing pretty quickly.
Wait a minute.
“Hey! Hold up! Where did you get that sports ball!?” I asked suddenly.
Everyone turned to me and Jeonghun sunk into the couch.
“Jeonghun, did you bring one from home or…?” I saw my nephew’s eyes widen slightly in panic.
“You stole a basketball!?!?!?? Your mother will kill me!” I exclaimed.
“I wanted it!” He argued.
“You have several at home! We can buy them for you! Lord knows your mother makes more than decent pay!”
“She keeps saying no!”
“I’m guessing it’s for a reason! You will return that ball and apologize to the school first thing tomorrow!!”
“It’s only a ball.” Yoongi shrugged.
“Hyung, he has a ton of them. If I let him take it, he’ll only think it’s okay to steal things he ‘wants’ even if it’s against his mother and the law.” I frowned, my voice softer.
Yoongi looked like he was thinking for a moment before finally nodding, “Return the ball tomorrow and don’t do it again. If I’m here next time, bring your own ball and I’ll teach you how to spin it.” Yoongi told Jeonghun with a stern yet soft voice.
“Yes, Hyung.” Jeonghun grumbled with a pout.
“Good, now, let’s eat!” Tae announced bouncing up to his feet.
“I call the seat next to M/n!” Jimin quickly called out, getting up as well.
The dinner went by fairly well. Jungkook, RM, Seongmi, and Linza ate in the dining room while the rest of us ate in the Dance Studio. After dinner Jeonghun and Taehyung wanted to be in the arcade so Jin followed, Hobi and Yoongi went into the entrance room to talk and write, while Jimin and I were on dishes duty.
My mind trailed off as I worked with Jimin. I get what Seongmi meant. The boys, especially Jimin, were convinced that Seongmi was manipulating me. I mean, I wouldn’t blame her. She was kidnapped so of course she’d play nice so she didn’t get hurt. The thought made me sad though. I was hoping we could be friends. Actual friends and not just because she thought I was crazy, but because she saw me as someone worthy of being a friend to.
I sighed deeply, knowing I was looking too much into it.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, placing a dish on the drying rack.
“Nothing, just… It’s going to get busy soon.” I lied, rinsing off a dish and handing it to Jimin.
Jimin looked down at the dish in his hand and frowned.
“Is it something she said?” Jimin questioned in almost a whisper.
“What? Why would she say anything? She just apologized to me for overreacting this morning.” I frowned at him.
“That’s it?” He pressed.
I looked over at him, “Chim are you okay?” I examined.
“Yes? I know she’ll say something. She and I fought because she thought I talked you into making the decision you made this morning. I know she doesn’t like me. I don’t want you to dislike me because she twisted my words in some way. ” Jimin admitted, putting a dish away.
Well, this was slowly getting more and more complicated.
“I just think that she feels uneasy. She’s a little paranoid. Plus even if she did try to twist your words, I would talk to you about it, not immediately hate you.” I explained.
Jimin looked up from his hands, a smile on his face and hope filling his eyes.
“So even if she said something, you wouldn’t fully believe it?” I shook my head.
“The same goes for all of you as well. If you said she’s evil and shouldn’t be trusted, I would look into it myself, not just take your word for it.” I saw Jimin’s eyes darken.
“Why not? Do you not trust me?” His voice was slightly angry.
I shook my head, “It’s not that. I just like seeing things for myself. If I would’ve gone off of rumors and what people told me to do, I would be working at a bank and not a company doing what I love.” I shrugged.
“That’s different!” Jimin protested.
I sighed, “It’s really not. You make it seem like she took advantage of me.” I continued to wash dishes.
“She did!”
“She didn’t. I wanted a kiss and she gave me one, granted she seemed more heated about it than me, but I didn’t push her away.” I explained.
“Do you like her!?”
“Wha-? No, Jimin, you’re missing the point.” I rolled my eyes.
“The point is; She’s dangerous!” I looked over at him, starting to get annoyed.
“No. The point is: You’re all paranoid and I’m not taking anyone’s words as fact until I have proof.”
“You should just trust us!” His voice was getting louder.
I turned off the water and dried my hands. I turned to him, giving him my full attention.
I made sure to check my annoyed tone as I began to describe where I was coming from, “Jimin, take a breath. I’m not saying I don’t trust you or the boys. I just like to look at every side of the story before I make a decision. I will be cautious about that person, but I won’t outright ignore them.” My voice was much softer, calmer, my emotions in check like I needed them to be.
Jimin came closer, taking one of my hands into both of his.
“But something isn’t right here, I’m not being paranoid. Even Namjoon and Jungkook feel it too. I don’t want to force you to stay away from her… just… Promise to be safe?” His tone soft too but unsure as he played with my fingers.
“Are you implying I’m not?” I asked, faking offense.
Jimin giggled, “You do know you kidnaped idols, right?”
“Low blow, Chim.” I put my hands on both sides of his face.
“I’ll be safe. No more accusing each other. I know it sucks been trapped here but can you just tolerate until I fix everything?” Jimin smiled and cutely nodded.
“Thanks, Chim.” We looked into each other’s eyes, having a small moment.
Which was ruined when Jimin and I heard shuffling behind the entrance door. Jimin and I looked at the door then each other in slight confusion. Jimin put his fingers to his lips and slowly and quietly moved to the door. His hand gripped around the handle and a mischievous smile spread across his face.
Jimin yanked the door open, “ENJOYING THE PODCAST!?” He shouted as Hobi yelled in fear as he fell to the floor with Yoongi now on top of him.
Jimin and I shook our heads at them on the floor, trying to scramble to their feet but only tripping each other up more. Jimin stood beside me and I instinctively wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him closer as Yoongi and Hoseok began to argue on who was making the other fall.
Jimin turned his body more towards me, leaning his head against my shoulder and collarbone, his arms wrapping around me.
After a few moments of the other two boys arguing and Jimin and I close together, Jimin lifted his head up, seeming to look at me for a few seconds. I brushed it off, smirking the two older males arguing like children. Jimin quickly moved forward making me feel his plush lips under my jaw. He pulled back just as quick to see my reaction. My face slowly began to heat up as I realized what he did.
Jimin giggled, burying his face in my shoulder and holding me tighter. I frowned, pretending to be sad, “That’s not right and you know it.”
Jimin’s head shot up to look at me, panic flooding his features. I even heard Yoongi and Hoseok go quiet.
“You can’t just catch me off guard like that.” I smirked, grabbing his face with my free hand and instantly connecting our lips before he could react.
Jimin let out a muffled noise of shock but soon hummed, relaxing into the kiss, one of his hands gripping the back of my shirt while his other hand moved to my chest. The kiss wasn’t long or overly passionate. It lasted for about 5 seconds. I pulled away from Jimin, happily fixing his hair. Jimin’s eyes were wide, his face flushed, lips parted and in a slight pout.
“Yah, stop staring. It’s creepy.” Hobi’s voice came through, in a teasing but bitter way.
I looked over a Hobi and frowned.
“What’s wrong? …Do you want a kiss to…?” My voice was small and I looked down.
“No!” Jimin and Yoongi said quickly.
“He was asking me!” I smiled as they began to bicker.
“Enough! Enough! We can hear you down the hall!” I heard Jin yell as he walked through the hall.
Jin’s shouting went unrecognized by the three men bickering so I took the chance to slip out into the hall. Jin was messing with the cord of the broken console as he tried to walk. I smiled at the adorable interaction and stopped a few steps in front of him. Jin kept walking, quietly cussing out the cord of the console under his breath. When he finally bumped into me he let out a loud “OOOH!” and jumped back.
I giggled, “Sorry, Hyung. You just looked too cute to say anything.”
Jin looked offended, “I’m older than you! I’m not cute! What’s gotten into you anyway!?”
“So I take it you don’t want a hug now that the boys aren’t looking?” I experimented.
Jin looked at me for a second or two before his eyes flicked over to the entryway of the hall, to the console he was holding then back to me. He thought to himself then set the console down off to the side and opened his arms. I smiled in success and wrapped my arms around him.
We stood in silence, enjoying the warm, soft feeling that was draped over us.
I sighed, “It’s almost time for me to take Jeonghun home. I hope he wasn’t any trouble.”
Jin shook his head, “He was fine. He’s been great, M/n. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“You might see a little less of me and more of Jason as the upcoming parties come up.” I sighed heavily.
“Parties? What parties??” Jin asked, pulling back to look at my face.
“Well, it’s fundraiser season. Plus there is a family party soon and I need to be at the office more with the gaming partnership. I’m just going to be busy.” I dropped my eyes to the floor and shrugged.
I could feel Jin looking at me for what seemed like minutes. Jin sighed, “So you’re going to overwork yourself?”
“No! I promise to sleep and eat! You all just might not see much of me.”
“Can you at least be home for dinner?” His voice was soft but there was a small amount of sadness to it that reached his eyes.
“I’ll try, but there will be at least 3 days of me not being here at all…” That seemed to affect him.
“Why!? I’m sure the company and your family would understand!” He quickly said.
I had a feeling he didn’t really think that through. It also surprised me how fast the boys got comfortable with me. As soon as I noticed that, everything started hitting me fast.
First off, did BTS even like men?? Seongmi and Linza have seen them be affectionate or touchy with me, so even if they did like me, the girls would tell.
I’m not saying it was bad for them to like men, I was just curious about why me of all people. They got comfortable with me very fast. I’ve kissed Taehyung, Seokjin, Hoseok, AND Jimin in that order within a span of 4 days and it’s scary.
The boys have said Yoongi was they shyer type, but why was he approaching me everytime I was alone or when we would gather if he was supposed to be shy?
That made what Seongmi did a little creepy. She barely knows me. They all barely know me.
It was like ice entered my veins. Something wasn’t right here…
“…Seokjin, I doubt my family would understand why I need to go to a bunker that doesn’t exist to them to eat dinner with people I kidnapped.” My voice came out harsher than I intended it to.
I didn’t even wait for Jin’s reaction before I corrected myself, “Sorry! That sounded less harsh in my head. I think I’m just tired or something. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. ”
Seokjin grimaced at my sudden change in attitude. He looked a little worried as his hand came up to my upper arm, caressing it. He hand rubbed up and down the side of my arm for some kind of comfort, but all it was doing was making it all worse.
“When you drop your nephew off, come back as early as you can. You seem really tired.” Seokjin instructed, his tone slightly commanding.
I only nodded, not planning on following through with his instructions. The air held a dense emotion that I couldn’t pinpoint. Judging by Seokjin’s demand that I come home quickly, he felt it too.
“I should probably take him now, I’m seriously tired. Jimin seemed in a cuddly mood earlier. I’m afraid he might cuddle me and I’ll fall asleep.” I lied.
“I’ll tell Taehyung to finish up their game and have them meet you up front?” Seokjin suggested.
“That would be great. Thanks, Jin.” I smiled.
I used the small time of silence to turn and leave the hall, I made my way into the dining room, finally letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. The area was empty. I could hear the muffled talking of Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin in the other hall.
Maybe I was overthinking it all. The realization was sudden and seemed stupid, but was I really wrong?
I wasn’t interesting. I was decent looking but not gorgeous. For fuck's sake, I kidnapped them all! They should be cautious of me! Not sad that I won’t spend dinners with them.
I walked over to the entrance room and quickly started to gather my nephew’s things. I considered taking a bag of clothes with me, but went against it. Seokjin would see the bag and freak out. I sighed and opened the dial door. I quickly made my way up the stairs and out the dial door I pulled up my sister’s number.
M/n: Jilly Bean? Can you get off early? I hope it’s not any trouble.
I almost immediately got a response.
Jillian: You still call me Jilly Bean? You don’t even like Jelly Beans. I was on my way out
Jillian: Please don’t have anyone else call me Jilly Bean
Jillian: It’s Jillian or Jiann
M/n: To me, it’s Jilly Bean.
Jillian: anyway want to meet at a restaurant? There are some things we need to talk about
M/n: whatever it was it wasnt me i swear
Jillian: it’s not anything bad N/n, it’s just a few things I need to know
M/n: you are lowkey scaring me what the fuck
Jillian: Don’t cuss dumb ass. Just get your ass to the restaurant.
M/n: … Scary Jilly Bean
M/n: Jeonggie and I already had dinner
Jillian: they offer really good dessert
M/n: Okay, we’ll see you there just text me the place
I was nervous as to what my sister wanted to know but not as nervous as I was in this bunker. I raced back down quickly and I put on my shoes. I heard the muffled noise of Seokjin and Taehyung’s voice, talking to Jeonghun. My attention was caught when I heard Jimin’s voice, then Hoseok’s. Did they all decide to tell him bye?
I quickly tied my shoes and threw his backpack on, meeting them in the doorway. Yoongi was holding my nephew while the others were crowding around them. They looked up at me once I got close enough.
“I just talked to his mom, she has to talk to me so hopefully it’s not anything business related.” I actually hoped it was business related so I could have an excuse for not coming back.
“Hopefully it isn’t, then you can come back and rest. The calm before the storm.” Yoongi asserted, sounding oddly hurt.
I tried not to look confused at his sudden emotion and put my phone in my back pocket. I held my hands out and Yoongi reluctantly handed my nephew to me.
“Bye, Jeonghun.” The boys all said at once, sounding sad.
“Bye, special friends.” Jeonghun gave them all a cute wave.
Taehyung clutched his chest. Jimin looked so sad I was almost about to hand my nephew to him. Seokjin was more focused on me, studying my face. Hoseok gave my nephew a sad smile and wave back. Yoongi’s eyes were on the floor.
“See you guys later, radio Jason if you need anything. I can’t risk it with my sister.” I explained, walking to the kitchen counter to grab my keys.
“Are you okay?” Taehyung asked.
“Just tired. Maybe I can get some rest when I get back.” I brushed it off, heading to the entrance room.
“Stay safe!” Seokjin called out as I punched in the dial code.
“I’ll try to be! ” I called back, walking through the door and shutting it behind me.
I briskly made my way up the stairs to the vault door and once I was officially out the bunker I pulled out my phone and pressed Jason’s contact. I unlocked my car and but my nephew in the back seat with his backpack.
“Hello?” He answered.
“We need to talk,” I responded, buckling in my nephew, who seemed a little afraid of my solemn tone.
“It’s nothing serious,” I said softly to my nephew, giving him a smile.
Once my nephew smiled back I stepped back and closed the door.
“It’s serious.” I stated to Jason before I opened my door so my nephew wouldn’t hear.
I could hear Jason sigh over the phone, “What are you overreacting to now?” I rolled my eyes at his comment as I got in my car.
“Can I visit you later?” I asked, buckling myself in and checking my mirror.
“Uh, sure?”
“Good! Thanks! Bye Jason!” I hung up, tossed my phone and started up my car.
“We’re on our way to see your mom!” I smiled at my nephew.
Walking into the mall was a lot more terrifying than I had hoped. My sister had been talking to a toy store about stocking our plushies and saw a restaurant here. I guided my nephew to the highest floor and looked around for my older sister. She stuck out from the busy shoppers. Her deep reddish brown hair, black expensive looking dress, black heels with red bottoms to match. Gold bracelet, necklace, earrings, and a rare designer bag thrown on the table to tie it all together.
My older siblings believed in flaunting their riches but making their kids mostly humble. As for my younger sister and I, yes we sometimes liked the luxury life, but we didn’t want to be treated any different. My sister was in high school, she learned quickly that flaunting her money meant people used you rather than actually being your friend. I just wanted to blend into the crowd. My older siblings had our father’s cocky attitude and mother’s outgoing nature. The younger siblings had our father’s cocky attitude but his silent but deadly strategy on life, which caused a lot more head-butting in the house then you would think.
“I swear if your bracelet blinds me one more time, I will take it off and throw it into the ocean. You won’t see it for 84 years, Jill, I’m serious. ” I threatened as we got into earshot.
She looked up from the table, a large smile on her face. She quickly stood up, leaving her bag and heels at the table to run and pick up her son.
“How was your day my precious baby?” She asked, smile bright on her face.
“He was a talker as usual but he stole a ball. I think he should give it back tomorrow.” I informed her, walking to the table and sitting down.
“A ball? Really? Of all the things you could’ve stolen? You have a good amount at home Jeon! ” My sister sat down across from me.
My nephew begins telling his mother about his day as I scan the restaurant. It’s mostly empty and the staff brings us a few things without us even ordering or looking at a menu. Just as my nephew stops talking my sister notices my anxious body language.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, my sister speaks up.
“Are they at the bunker?” My eyes snap up to look into her eyes.
Her tone more serious and yet so sympathetic.
“Please clearify.” I managed from the tightening fear in my chest.
“The nine people who you’re trying to keep from the world. In the bunker you built when you got the company.” My mouth went dry.
My sister sighed, she grabbed the bottle of alcohol and poured me a small glass.
“I’m not going to tell anyone. I just want to know why and what your plan is. My little brother isn’t some psychopath who kidnaps and murders people.” She explained, only making me slightly less afraid.
How could I expect my sister not to know? She was one of the smartest people in the world despite what some believe. Of course, she would’ve noticed her little brother, the CEO, the workaholic, coming to the building less and less and my checking account was probably open to her without me knowing. I was exposed to my sister, it only made me panic on what my brother would find. I could risk pissing her off by lying my ass off or tell her the truth and pray she wouldn’t destroy me.
“Yes,” My voice was hoarse so I cleared my throat, trying again, “They’re in the bunker. None of them are harmed. Jason knows. My plan was to give you almost everything. You and Jaeseok have my stocks. Jieun gets most of my money for college, that counts living expenses, utility, and food. You take my place because Jaeseok doesn’t evolve and Jieun is too young, I don’t want her to have the same weight on her shoulders as I did through my teens.” I explained quickly and didn’t dare look into my sister’s eyes.
My sister let out a deep breath, “Why?”
“It was impulsive and stupid. I have no idea why I did it.”
“I blame our mother and brother for this.” My sister growled making me finally look up.
My nephew was in his own eat, minding his own business as he ate the food that arrived. My sister poured herself another drink.
“They kept pushing you to be the owner of the company. They didn’t even ask! You were a kid! I understand it was our father’s wish but he made that will with the thought of you as an adult! Our brother was overbearing and hellbent on getting you into the position because he wanted you to fail. Our mother refused to let you be a teen. To let you live your life as you pleased. To heal. She just dumped everything on you! You raised our sister for fuck’s sake! Being impulsive and reckless is what you should be, M/n. You’re young, you don’t have kids and shouldn’t be running a company. That’s why I’m not mad at you, I’m not saying it’s okay, but you are supposed to make mistakes, figure yourself out. ” My sister took a deep breath, she averted her gaze from me to look around the restaurant, “I’m keeping your secret. I’m going to help you.”
Tears formed in my eyes, “At what price?” I asked in almost a whisper.
She looked over at me, pity filling her eyes, “Your plan goes through as if you did go to prison. You don’t have to give up your money, but you will be in charge of the game side of the company, not the whole company. You sign the rest of it to me, not Jae. He deserves nothing for all the things he’s tried to put his younger brother through. I’m going to let you decide on when to take action. In the meantime, I’ll set everything up for when you do come forward, to the law, not the public. I know several lawyers who are overqualified for things like this, the worst case scenario is you get put into the system and you stay for a day because we’ll immediately bail you out. ”
I shook my head, “I made my bed.”
“I don’t care.” My sister looked at me, her eyes intense.
“It’s our father’s name too. If the public hears, if everyone knows, people will spin this like the rumors were right. That our father didn’t care about us, that our mother is crazy, that our little sister is dangerous! If you go down, everyone will too! I don’t care if you want to rot in a cell and be selfish! Your fate is up to me. ”
I sat outside Jason’s apartment, knees pulled up and head in my hands.
I was so undeniably fucked.
I’ve never felt so relieved yet so terrified in my life. My sister looked at me both like her little brother and an enemy.
I was confident that my sister would cover my tracks, but the cost of it all weighed on me the most. I never fully thought on how losing the company would feel like.
Failure.
My father left me the company because he believed that I could run it, but I couldn’t. My restless nights and wasted days that went into that company would be ripped away in exchange for the freedom from a crime I stupidly committed.
I didn’t want the life I secretly knew my sister thought I wanted. The party life. A life without responsibility. Without worry or care. I wanted to work hard, to stress and work myself to the bone to get that perfect payout. Proving everyone wrong. That I could run the company. That my father’s name would live one despite the people who wanted him gone and silenced. To see the look on those same people’s faces when they saw me, the spitting image of my father, taking over and going forward into the future he wanted. I wanted them to see my father’s last name everywhere they went. To be tormented with the fact that they never won, they never achieved what they wanted.
It was selfish. It was almost childish and wrong, but it kept me going for years. I wasn’t a pushover. I wasn’t going to let my sister take everything away like I was a child with a toy. It was mine. MY hard work that got the company more investors. MY restless nights that got us the new partnerships. MY stress that got us deals with local shops and shoppers. I carried the company on my back and wasn’t going to give it up that easy.
I could hear the ding of the elevator and the rustling of plastic bags.
“M/n?” I heard Jason’s voice and his hurried steps.
“What are you doing out here!? You have my code! What’s wrong!?” He rapidly asked, standing in front of me.
I looked up, smirk on my face, “I have a lot to fill you in on, my ally.”
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Also I was thinking of adding a tag list to this but I’m not sure. If you want I will!
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Insanity Revisited- Solo Biking Expedition On The World's Harshest Desert
It was October 2016 and Suhas was just back from a solo expedition covering Australia’s East to West Coast. We had immediately taken a liking to him and of course we kept in touch because we knew that this craziness was just beginning. As suspected, our biker dude found his inspiration in the Ayers rock. Yep, that red massive sandstone rock which quintessentially represents Australia. Through one of the most punishing deserts on Earth, this expedition is as much about courage as it is about perseverance and unwavering self-belief. There is also the whole hearted support of a loving family who believe in letting him loose! So here is Suhas at his candid best and we are so glad we got to catch up with him after all this time!
1. Last time when we got together, you were just back from a bike ride covering East to West coast of Australia. Tell us what kept you busy between the last and the present expedition?
Gosh, it doesn’t feel like it’s already been over 2 years since I did the East Coast to West Coast (SYDNEY – PERTH) solo motorcycle ride. Life was back to normalcy just a few days after returning from Perth and unbeknownst to me got stuck in the more routine activities – work, family and rinse, repeat. Still, managed to travel with family and friends & take them on a few road-trips in car and a couple of trips outside Australia again with family.
But more often than not we tend to forget that we need to venture out into the open which then helps you give a different perspective to life.
2. We are sure the “normalcy” did not suit you for long. Tell us why did you choose this stretch for your latest bike adventure?
Mid-last year while I was flying out of Australia, I looked down from my window and saw this glorious red rock glowing in the late afternoon light. That kind of planted the seed in my head of exploring Ayers Rock on my Harley. Slowly, I started working towards it as this time it was going to be over 6000 kms of the unforgiving Australian Desert and each and every detail needed to be laid out and meticulously planned.
I wanted to do a round trip starting from Sydney and back again to Sydney covering the legendary Australian Outback thereby seeing the World heritage listed Uluru and the Kata Tjuta National Park. I wanted to push my boundaries this time around and thereby making sure this trip to be more challenging than my previous one. And what better way to do it than being alone on the road with my bike in the middle of nowhere!
Life, according to me is a celebration – the more you celebrate the more there is in life to celebrate. I decided to “Celebrate Life” under the stars close to Australia’s most recognisable landmarks – ULURU.
3. We agree and glad that you chose the magnificent Uluru for your next adventure. What prompted you to take the solo ride again?
Hahaha, actually this is one of the most frequently asked questions by many people and honestly I feel I do not have one answer. It was purely based on my instinct and the fact that I was not entirely satisfied with my previous solo ride (to Perth) due to various factors as I thought I still could do so much more.
I have always enjoyed the mental focus and solitude while riding a motorcycle; you have no distractions and can really enjoy the moment and be in tune with nature with the pleasure of living in the Here and Now.
Riding a motorcycle enables the perfect relationship between rhythmic movement and internal stillness, drawing out the physical force like no other. Adding to the fact that exploring NT (Northern Territory) was on my cards too kind of triggered the notion of going on a more gruelling solo ride again.
4. Alright, we are assuming that these solo rides are going well with the wife. How was this trip different from your last?
I had named this trip “The Mile Muncher” from the day I started working on this as it was clear I had to put a lot of kms under my belt on a daily basis, around 500 kms on an average.
The biggest difference was in my previous ride I only had to ride from east to west, but this trip was covering all the 4 directions with me starting west from Sydney, going north from Port Augusta (SA), travelling east from Tennent Creek (NT) and south from Rockhampton (QLD) back to Sydney and the total distance of this trip was 8,312 kms (approx 5,165 miles)spanning 17 days.
I was told before I even embarked on this expedition by few seasoned travellers that some stretches were really dangerous owing to the cross winds that is actually a normal occurrence in the Central Australian Desert and along with the ever present and the iconic Road-Trains without which the roads are pretty much empty. I also had to be geared up for the frequent sand storms, thanks to the mining that happens all through the desert. Along the track were the usual mix of Kangaroos, Emus, Camels, livestock and birds of prey mainly the famous Wedge tailed eagle which has an approximate wing span of 9 metres when in flight.
5. Did the past experience help you this time? Did it make you more relaxed or confident?
Oh yes, absolutely! Every single ride that I’ve completed till date has taught me some important life lessons with the most important one being that not everything goes according to plan and how much ever you plan, things happen which are outside our control and comfort zone. But the only way to get out of these types of sticky situations is to fall back on those lessons that were forcibly taught. Like they say “Good judgement comes from experience and experience comes from bad judgement”.
I was silently confident and relatively less nervous compared to my previous expeditions especially my previous ride partly because I got to know more about me during that 2 week period and even though that ride was not an easy one (6,927 kms in 16 days) my gut feeling kept reminding me that it was a ride that actually did not test my mettle in ways that I had expected it to.
And once I got this thought etched in my mind, the only way to prove it to myself or get over this was to get on my Harley and go on another ride but to increase the stakes and simultaneously making it more difficult. “The more difficult the goal, the greater the achievement” this statement pretty much summarises my thought process behind this expedition.
6. We call it insane goal. Any problems that you faced with your bike in the course of your trip, and we are sure that even a great bike like yours would have issues considering the terrain and weather?
There was a major issue with my bike’s battery on the very 2nd day into my ride and unfortunately that day was one of the longest days of my ride covering over 600 kms and the starting point was Nyngan with the destination being Broken Hill.
It was around 6:20 AM on that fateful day and after saddling up, it came as a shock my bike wouldn’t start! Luckily I was carrying my trickle battery charger and thought putting my bike on charge for an hour or so would kick it back to life. After plugging the bike in, relaxed for a while, had a cuppa and at around 7:30 AM tried to start the bike and I was successful. Now happy, got saddled up again (mind you, saddling up takes around ~10-15 mins each time!) sat on the bike, turned on the music and tried starting the bike and Round 2; the battery died again!! I was devastated, all sorts of thoughts started clouding my mind – what’s going to happen now? Do I need to come back home? How am I going to complete over 8000 kms on a bike with a faulty battery?
I had to think straight now as this was a make or break situation that too on just the 2nd day. I called up the local mechanic, he came at around 8:20 AM, removed the battery, tried fixing it, finally put it back in and, the battery came back to life. Mechanic leaves, re-saddled and I tried to start the bike and guess what, Round 3 – the battery goes KAPUT! It was already 9 AM, I had lost 2.5 valuable hours on a 600 km day and frustrated to the core. I called the mechanic again, this time told to get a new battery and he came at around 9:45 AM, put the new battery on charge for 30 mins and finally the bike started!
I started from that place at around 10:30 AM, no drink breaks, no bathroom breaks, no photo breaks, just 1 lunch break after 400 kms when I refuelled the bike and reached the destination in a total time of 6.5 hours at around 4:30 PM (I was riding west, hence gained extra 30 mins due to the time difference).
So there is always something to cheer about in every situation as they teach us to reach new heights in whatever we are trying to accomplish!
7. How did you prepare for this expedition?
I did not try to do too many things different this time around, just kept it simple and like I’ve said previously, laying out all the particulars and planning it to the finest detail was the foundation on which the broader aspects of my ride were built.
Once the route was finalized, I started planning around the accommodations and also making sure there were enough places to see nearby after each day’s ride. More than the physical effort that it takes on these kinds of expeditions, I would say it is more psychological as the mind tends to always look for negatives and negative outcomes in every situation and this particular phase during my preparation was more challenging; staying positive through the days of build-up and focussing only on one goal which is to come back home safe and sound and bring back a life-time worth of memories was among the things I did before embarking on my ride.
8. What travel gear did you take along?
I have always been a light traveller and since I had made prior accommodations in hotels/roadhouses, I did not need to carry a tent and all its accompanying materials. I had installed custom panniers and it took most of the load including extra fuel, water, and battery trickle charger among others.
Coming to the riding gear, I pretty much followed what I used during my Perth ride which included a Kevlar trouser, a jumper and a leather jacket with elbow, shoulder and spine armour and lastly a back support belt ensuring I stay upright during the entire course of my trip. Also I was carrying 4 different pairs of gloves as the weather was fairly un-predictable ranging from a minimum of 3°c to a max 40°c across 4 states.
9. Which was the most memorable halt you made on the way
This is a very hard question for me to answer as every day’s ride and the following halt was memorable in its own way. But if I want to hand-pick just one, I would pick the 10th day of the ride where I had to do ~700 kms in a day starting from Tennant Creek (Northern Territory) and reach Mount Isa (Queensland). This was the longest day of this ride and I had to reach Mount Isa before 2 PM due to the fact that the sun’s rays would be most intense from 2 – 5 PM and post 5 PM it was almost impossible to ride a motorcycle owing to the sheer number of Kangaroos and cattle on the road.
So effectively I had early morning till 2 PM to finish 700 kms and that too had to ride east which meant I had to leave before sun-rise as in the desert you nearly get blind-folded while riding during sun-rise and this inadvertently impacts the day’s journey. I had to take the speed of earth’s rotation into account as I had to clock as many kilometres I could before sun-rise thereby ensuring I ride slowly and carefully with sun in my eyes.
I had planned on taking only two breaks on this day – first one after 220 kms and the second one 260 kms further from the first stop. The final stretch of 215 kms proved to be the most difficult of my ride (life). This was because I started losing focus & attention on the road during the last few kms and also my lower body slowly started becoming numb.
So when I reached the destination at 1:55 PM, I was euphoric and that inexplicable feeling will remain with me forever. I would rate it as my most memorable halt till date!
10. Any insane happening? We have seen those scary movies about highways..so indulge us.
Hahahaa, no such thing happened to me fortunately in this trip but I would like to share a couple of narrow misses that I had with animals on road which was more or less scary in some way.
First was whilst I was behind a road-train (>55-meter-long truck) cruising over 130 kmph trying to gauge its length for over-taking and all of a sudden the truck driver did a fishtail and I had to make a split second decision to swerve to my right as there was a massive dead kangaroo in the middle of the road. This episode was a good lesson for me to not only scan the horizon for animals which are on the side of the road but also the ones lying dead on the road.
Every morning I used to see birds feast on animals that got hit by vehicles travelling the previous night and one such instance happened that a few birds were on a feeding frenzy on a dead camel just on the side of the road and within that group was a Wedge-tailed eagle. These are the biggest birds of prey in the Australian desert. I normally slow down when there are birds around as I do not want to startle them, but this time I did not and the sound of the bike might have surprised the birds and the wedge-tail was within inches of banging on to my helmet. I had to veer to my left completely blinded with that 9 foot wing in my face to avoid hitting that bird.
There were a few more with Dingoes, bustards and emus but I reckon these two events were the most scary ones.
11.Now that you are a veteran travel adventurer, any tips for the budding enthusiast based on your past two expeditions?
Always keep an open mind for whatever situation you might get into and never lose focus of the goal no matter the adversity. Even if you lose a couple of battles in between, make sure the war is won at the end, because when you are on the road not everything goes according to plan and one needs to be very flexible and do whatever it takes to reach the next milestone.
Set yourself a target or an assignment each day and this keeps every single day interesting and after the completion of that task the sense of accomplishment will most certainly make you more connected and fulfilled. Through this process you will be more motivated for the subsequent days’ travel. I would say this is a very important mental exercise especially while travelling solo as one will definitely feel that lack of motivation due to the missing human connection.
Lastly, solo travel gives one the space to think and deal with stuff like self-doubt or any emotional baggage that we inadvertently tend to push to the back seat while trying to get on with our normal lives. I think it is a great catch-up time with your own self which would invariably result in getting clarity in your life.
12. Sounds a lot like Meditation. We come back to our classic- what’s next?
I am planning to travel with the family this time around and maybe take them outside Australia to anyone of the nearby countries like New-Zealand or Fiji Islands and maybe do some adventure sports there.
Nonetheless, travelling to me is like a drug and sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere and sometimes, in the middle of nowhere you find yourself! “.
Suhas is the case of “Once Bitten, completely smitten”. We at Bohotraveller will wait for his next solo bike adventure and we are sure he will not disappoint yourself
About Suhas
Suhas is originally from Bengaluru, India. IHe moved to Australia in May 2015 and is currently working as a Technical Architect in Sydney.
Suhas is a quintessential biker dude and loves going on expeditions on his beloved Harley. His wild vagabond streak is only tempered by his meticulous planning and that has enabled him to go on adventures others can only dream of.
Hope you go inspired by Suhas’s extraordinary journey because we definitely are! Iif you are somebody who got as crazy on bike as Suhas, tell us DEFINITELY! Yours could be the next story we feature on Bohotraveller. After all it is about inspiring the best of travel!
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The Sex Contract - Chapter 24
Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst
Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)
A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.
Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL
Chapter 24 – Kaia’s POV.
The buzz was audible before Kaia even entered the office and she gulped, wondering how bad the news was after her disappearance on Saturday evening. She had already seen the photos of Changmin in the Press pit with Abby, but the girl was keeping tight-lipped about the entire ordeal. It made Kaia concerned and with all the noise as she climbed the stairs up to Korea Star, she became nervous as to what her punishment was going to be. Opening the door, Kaia stopped in her tracks once inside, blinking rapidly. The two figures were still there as she refocused and Kaia dropped her takeaway coffee, barely aware that it had emptied over the floor.
“Kaia!” Keith called her name and she snapped out of her reverie. The visitors to the office turned at the sound and Kaia stared at the taller one with an incredulous look. “Are you surprised at our guests to the office? Come and have a look at what we’re working on!”
“Okay,” Kaia said softly, walking slowly over to her desk and placing down her bag. Still shocked, she looked over at the group of staff and shook her head in attempts to clear the cloud forming in her mind.
“You look stunned.” Sungra smirked. “Even I reacted better when I saw them enter the building earlier than you are right now.”
“So I’m not imagining Yunho and Changmin in our office?”
Sungra pinched Kaia’s lower arm and she yelped. “Apparently not.”
“Kai, come over here,” Changmin instructed, moving over to her and grabbing her upper arms. He prodded Kaia over to Abby’s computer and pushed her gently into a free chair. “We have a plan.”
“For what?” Kaia glanced up at him and he pointed at Yunho who seemed quite pleased with himself. “Yunho?”
“Changmin explained the situation to me about Kaori after the concert. He handled it poorly rushing in to grab your friend Abby here, but the three of us were able to get an idea together to remove Kaori from Changmin’s side.”
Kaia blinked slowly and nodded, snapping her focus to the older man. “You’re what?!”
“Changmin was threatened by Kaori regarding you before going on stage. She told him that she had seen you,” Abby explained and Kaia nodded.
“She told me to be careful and that if she caught me around Changmin again, I’d have no future here, but I still don’t understand what you’re up to.”
“It’s rather romantic don’t you think?” Hyurin commented and Kaia glanced at the Korean in bewilderment. “Though you look really confused, Kaia.”
“That’s because I am.”
“We’re creating a semi-false report right now,” Yunho announced triumphantly. “We’re going to explain that Abby here was witness to a conversation between both Changmin and Kaori regarding their fake relationship. Then we’ve also got an inside report from a member of Kaori’s staff stating that the model was using Changmin for her debut as an actress and planned to drop him as soon as she had established her career. Your boss has agreed to contact SME regarding all this and letting them know before running the story.”
“But we won’t be able to, it’s not a real story,” Kaia rebutted, and Abby raised her hand to refute it.
“Yet I’ve been captured in the company of Changmin. It will simply be seen as his attempts to tell me not to run the story.”
“And thus SME will have no option but to cancel the contract of my relations with Kaori Kimura,” Changmin concluded happily.
Kaia nodded and then looked at the men. “But why are you going to such effort, apart from removing the Witch? Don’t you think this is a little dramatic?”
“It’s drama worthy really!” Keith exclaimed and grinned. “The idol who fell in love with his best friend. It would make a really good story!”
“Woah, what?!” Kaia was lucky she was sitting down, her knees instantly becoming incredibly weak.
Changmin coughed awkwardly. “Ah, let’s go talk somewhere, yeah?”
Eventually, Changmin stopped walking and Kaia took a seat in the tiny park, her eyes darting around the area. “Uh, are you sure we should be seen in public like this? I know it’s empty but Min-”
“I couldn’t say what I have to in another setting. It would seem too, well it wouldn’t be right.” Changmin ran a hand through his hair before sitting on the park bench beside her. “Kaia, let’s talk.”
“We are,” she said with a smile, nudging him lightly. “You haven’t been this nervous in front of me since the first night we attempted to have sex.”
“I didn’t expect to revisit that memory,” he admitted with a chuckle and he seemed to relax a little. “Are you okay though?”
“In what way?”
Changmin cringed. Kaia smiled; he had always been so awkward talking about his inner thoughts. “Are you happy with how your life is right now?”
“Without you in it, I’m guessing you meant to add on.” He nodded sheepishly. “I miss you every day but I just can’t be your friend anymore. The contract, well it ruined that.”
“I don’t want to be your friend, Kaia,” he said and Kaia glanced at him, nodding lightly. Her heart began to pound and her face felt hot. She knew she was going to cry, but she tried not to let the tears form just yet. “Being your friend, well I enjoyed the time we spent together, but you’re right things have changed. It took me a while to realise it had.”
“Oh,” Kaia murmured, clamping her eyes closed and trying to settle her emotions. She nodded once. “Well, I’m happy still.”
“You, you are?” She had thrown him off.
“Yeah, Jaewon has become a good person within my life. I don’t see him often but when I do, well we have fun.”
“Oh.”
Everything fell silent then, and Kaia wondered if Changmin would be able to move on now. She hated hurting him, throwing Jaewon in like a cheap shot, but Kaia was struggling just being in his company. There were so many things she wanted to express and the longer she was around Changmin, the harder it was to suppress them.
Changmin’s phone went off and he held it to his ear, looking dejected. “Yeah hyung, I remember our schedule, don’t worry I’ll be back soon.” He ended the call and Kaia got to her feet, smiling lightly at him.
“Well, sounds like you need to go.”
“Yeah.” He got up as well, nodding softly to himself. Kaia rocked back and forth in her sneakers, hoping he’d leave so she could succumb to the feelings rising within her chest. He stepped away and then stopped, surprising her a little. Kaia had to sniff back the beginning of her tears, blinking the emotion away as fast as she could. Changmin turned back to face her, his dark eyes searching hers for an answer. He then swiftly moved in front of Kaia, grabbing her jaw in his hands. “I have to do this.”
His lips pressed against hers passionately and for a moment Kaia was too stunned to react. As they caressed her mouth she snapped out of it, sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him back. The tears began to fall from Kaia’s eyes, wondering why she was allowing herself to have this last embrace. Eventually, Kaia found the willpower to pull away, covering her mouth with her hand and trying to settle her crying.
Changmin sighed. “I’m not sorry for kissing you. In fact, if I could, I would kiss you over and over. But that’s selfish of me to push my feelings onto you when you don’t want the same thing.”
“What?” Kaia snapped her eyes back to his face and shook her head. “What did you say?”
“Kai, why do you think we’re taking time out of our busy schedule right now constructing my escape from Kaori? I don’t want her coming after you. I don’t want to lose you because of her. I’ve already lost you because I was too blind to see I had fallen in love with you! But there was no way-”
“You, you love me?” Kaia breathed and Changmin’s cheeks flushed with colour. “You actually love me?”
“You said, in the beginning, these kinds of arrangements usually went one of two ways. The pair either split up wanting more from the world or fall in love, remember?” Kaia nodded. Changmin smiled and brushed her curls away gently. “I fell in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for weeks now. I just did-”
She cut him off with her lips, kissing him with demand. Changmin managed to balance Kaia’s attack, gripping her body hard within his arms and meeting her hunger completely. They kissed until breathless and then he leant his forehead against hers.
“I love you too.”
“I think that was apparent by the way you just leapt on me.” He chuckled. “Yunho told me you must have left because I was too blind to see you were in love with me too, but I didn’t believe you did; I thought I had done something to make you hate me.”
“It became too hard to bear the weight of my feelings around you,” Kaia confessed and Changmin laughed. She pouted, and then let out a whine. “Why are you laughing?!”
“Because we are complete idiots, just like Yunho has been telling us all along.”
Kaia rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. “It took you forever to figure it out. You’re more of an idiot than me!”
“Oh really? Why did you just think right now that I didn’t want anything to do with you?” He smirked and Kaia pouted again. Laughing, he pulled her against his chest and held her close. “It doesn’t matter now. I have you in my arms, and I’m not letting you go.”
Kaia snuggled into the embrace, closing her eyes and smiled happily. She didn’t want to let go either.
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Hey Julia (im also Julia!) :) i’m a grad student and i have a project in immunology right now and i have to present a paper (as u do) in a 40 min presentation but the paper is only 8 pages long... any advice on how to stretch it? i already tried adding to the introduction but it’s just about cytomegalovirus and MHC I retention there’s not THAT much to talk about 🙈 i’ve never seen anyone present a paper (they never did that in my lab) so i’m kinda lost
Hi Julia! Hi Twin!!!
I think we can totally make your 8 page long paper into a 40 min presentation! Here’s how I would structure it (and feel free to ignore any points you’ve already done/don’t want to do. I’m just gonna give my take, in the hopes that something will jump out as doable for you!)
I. Title of presentation = Title of journal article, with authors and institution. I usually just screenshot the title page and put that in. Don’t forget your name + date somewhere too!
II. Outline of your presentation. It’s a nice roadmap (and will take a few seconds to go through) Something like this:
Introduction
Hypothesis/Question
Methods
Figures
Authors’ Conclusions
Authors’ Discussion
Follow-up Thoughts
III. Introduction - sounds like you have this all set up! Just make sure it’s told in a way that leads the audience directly to the hypothesis. Like, to the point where the audience pretty much comes up with the same hypothesis as the authors.
IV. Hypothesis or Main Question
V. Methods - if there are any methods that are novel, or “out of the ordinary” of what the immunobio world is used to, describe it here using schematics and figures and just make it as clear as possible. This is also a great place to show any experimental timelines (eg. treatment schedules) or just the general flow of experiments.
VI. Figures! Show each figure one at a time, either using animations or by putting them on different slides. Accompany each figure (or set of figures) with:
The question the authors were trying to answer
The method they used to answer it
And a thorough description of the figure, including what each axis, symbol, color, line, statistic, etc represents. Be sure to have the key or legend if available. Describe the controls, and then the different variables. Basically you want to be able to walk everyone through the figure as if no one has read the paper (and if it’s anything like my journal clubs, 80% of the students haven’t read the paper lol). I personally like to use animations to show one thing at a time, starting with the controls.
Follow with a slide showing the question again, and then the answer. It’s a nice summary to keep the audience on track.
Other notes:
You can dilute these descriptions for later figures if the same things are shown of course (like if there are 4 sub-figures with the same axes, you don’t have to describe it 4 times)
Also make sure the figures are as crisp as possible. Nothin worse than staring at deep fried jpegs
Figures should take up the bulk of your presentation, so probably 15-20 min.
VII. Authors’ Conclusions - “Based off these data, the authors concluded…” Be sure to use either bullet points or a schematic that ties all the findings together (a picture is worth a thousand words!)
VIII. Authors’ Discussions - What do the authors think their results and conclusions mean for the field or science as a whole? What do they plan to do next? Do they mention any study limitations?
IX. Follow-up Thoughts - This is where you get to flex your critical thinking muscles. Basically, what are your thoughts about the paper? Do you agree with the authors’ conclusions and discussion? Did you have an issue with a method or result? What could the authors shown more of to bolster their conclusion? You can also open the discussion up to the audience (and be sure to leave at least 5 min for this!). What did everyone else think of the paper?
So! Doable? I think that’ll definitely use 40 min (or at least 35 min, since you want to leave room at the end for questions/comments). Also keep in mind that sometimes people will ask questions during the presentation to ask for clarification, so factor in at least 3-5 min for that.
Hope this helps! Best of luck! You got this, Twin!
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Time to begin the routine, as you get your car and drive off. However your mind reflects back to the apartment, to the shower, to your man. Making the right turn straight down at the bottom of the hill you’re now on the Main Street ,Centre Ave. It’s called that ironically enough, and you should be able to head in the forward direction to the hospital to start your work day. A 15 min commute turns into 25, which then turn into 40 minutes. You’ve literally only travel 20 feet in 5 minutes!.” This is fucking ridiculous! Are you really kidding me!...grunting as you grip the steering wheel tightly, watching other cars being WAY TOO polite on the road. “I’m so over this shit!”. As you attempt and successfully merge into the left lane, the light finally turns green,so you make a B-line onto Shady Ave, another ironically named street. It’s one of the many short cuts only city kids know about. Now heading quickly to your destination, at the only red light you noticed the bar that is facing straight head. The neon sign is off, but you still can read the sign “Tequila Cowboy.” A small, slight smirk emerges across from your face. You’ve only been to that bar once, and once was all it took to change your life for good......
Five Years Ago..........
“I’m not going out tonight guys! Y’all acting like I don’t even have work tomorrow am, which by the way is my first day on the job!” You’re elevating your voice on the phone as you talk to your girlfriends, pacing back and forth in your living room wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. “This ain’t happen! I’m going to bed and gonna get a jumpstart in the morning. I got fucking orientation!” Hanging up the phone and then plops on the couch. Sighing, almost lamenting you made that scene, displaying such phone balls! Once again you’re letting nerves get the better of you. “If you change your mind grandma....we at Tequila Cowboy!!!!” It’s the last text you get for awhile anyway from your squad. So the grandma that you are. You make dinner, clean up, shower and head off to bed. Knowledge in the fact that you did the right thing......no matter how much you LOVE Tequila....and cowboys!!!
A few hours past by and your phone is buzzing stirring you up. “Hmmm.....do I have to get up already!. But wait! It’s only 2:12 am! Squinting upwards at the digital clock glowingly mounted up on the wall in your dark bedroom. “Hel...lo....what’s wrong? Are you ok? Ok ok ok I’m on my way!” Then in a sudden rush you throw on your jacket and sneakers still in your sweatpants and T-shirt, get your keys to drive over to the bar. “Hold up! Where the hell is Tequila Cowboy?!?” Wiping the sleep out of your eyes, you begin searching online for the address and turn on your GPS. “Wow I can’t believe I haven’t gone to this bar before....so fucking close to my house!” Within 5 minutes you make it to the “scene of the crime.” Up ahead a neon sign glares the name of the establishment, with a rider on a bull falling off onto his ass. Chuckling, you enter the bar hearing pulsating Dubstep music playing faintly but increases as you walk down the hall. “Do I need to pay a cover charge or something? I need to pick up my friends.” Giving the bouncer a look as if to say... you better say no! “Nah it’s after midnight so no need! Besides I was gonna let you in for free. Please tell me you friends with that girl!”..pointing off to the left where you can clearly see one of your best friends singing Imagine Dragons “Radioactive” and doing a horrible job at it. “Yeah....that’s my girlfriend.” Shaking your head and slightly covering your face with your one hand. The bouncer waves you in....”I’ve tried to stop her.....but she bit me!!!”....whining like a little child even though he has to be 6’3” and weigh at least 250 lbs.
There’s your girl almost passed out from belting a note flatly. Walking up to your squad, “What the hell happened!” asking giving off that parental tone. One of your other friends explains “I don’t know gurl. We were all on the dance floor, having a good time but we lost track of her, and the next thing you know she starts tripping!” Then your attention goes back to your beyond buzzed friend slurring. “Immma be a star bish youse see!!!...Dis is my time!” Screeching her music dreams in club. “I know honey I know you will be! But first let’s get you home so you can dream about it some more.” Looking at the rest of your squad. “I’ll take her home and get an Uber for you guys, ok?” Your friends agree to the plan, and leave the bar in the UBER. Then, carefully picking your ridiculously drunk friend up from underneath her one arm, providing her support unto your shoulders. Then you notice she’s making this noise. It’s that sound you make just before you lose everything from deep inside. “Oh snap I’m getting you to the bathroom! With no time to waste, you find the nearest bathroom. Not even caring about gender assignments for the moment as you both enter inside. Then your friend “let’s out the beast” and all you can do is pull back her hair as she makes a new friend with the toilet in the men’s bathroom. The stall door closed behind you two for privacy.
Suddenly and randomly the main men’s bathroom door opens up abruptly and you hear passionately moans and shuffling of feet! You may not be able to see...but you can tell there are two more entering in a rush. But in this case, they don’t have time to make it to their car let alone the bedroom!! The sounds of this couple panting and kissing each other feverishly. Then a small thud is heard and you can’t help but now peek through the stall door safely knowing your friend has finally stopped vomiting. As you peek ever so slightly you notice the couple consists of two men. One, only just slightly above average in appearance, more typical of the guy you would see on the street, nothing much particular about him. The other though, is taller and you swear to god he could be a model. The more attractive individual clearly has more experience and prowess. This is because you notice how he manipulated the other throwing him up against the wall, kissing his neck deeply, while his hands reaching for that belt buckle, undoes the buckle, and unzips his pants. His hand slowly stroking his partner’s dick, rubbing the tip with his thumb. Then unbuttoning his partners shirt to place light kisses down his chest. Finally, going down licking his partner along his shaft and then kissing his tip before swallowing him whole. His head moving in and out. While his lover bites his lower lip in agony!
Not knowing what to do though.You want to leave the bathroom with your friend quietly, but becoming slightly aroused by this lustful scene unfolding right in front of you. Wondering how long they’re gonna be in this bathroom together Slowly your heart begins to pound and your eyebrows furrow to stay focused on the bigger picture. “Damn! Why did you cum already?” The taller man teasing as the smaller man nods bashfully. “Hmm I need to teach you a lesson on self control!”....smack his partner on the ass and they get redressed kissing, as they hold hands, and exit the bathroom. Meanwhile you’re astounded. What is a man that good looking doing with some weak ass average joe?!? “Life isn’t fair! Why do the fine ones have to be always taken?!”....slowly asking yourself as you shake your head. Thankfully, the hot model’s boyfriend is a one minute man!
Retaining your focus and now realizing that your friend isn’t responding. She still has a pulse but is unconscious. There’s a sudden panic consuming you. It’s time for a change of plans. Instead of taking her home, you decide that she needs to seek medical care and grabbing your phone call for paramedics. In a few minutes you hear the sirens. As they enter the bathroom your mind is going in a million directions. Worry for your best friend, laying helpless on the gurney and being removed from the bar. There’s also guilt, for not being there with her earlier and for being distracted by a random ass quick sex scene between two strange men. Anxiety about how all of these events will effect your work performance for your new nursing career, which is about to start in a few hours. Then, shame for even thinking about your own stressors that have nothing to do with your friend, who is in her own distress. “I’m staying with her!” Saying adamantly to the one of the EM workers as she nods quietly without arguing. Then quickly rushing off to the nearest hospital, following the ambulance. Coincidentally, it’s the same hospital where you are to start your shift. Entering the Emergency Room you reluctantly have to wait, forced to fill out useless paperwork. All you can do is let the professionals and your future colleagues take over and care for your friend. Sitting in that waiting area, nothing matters. All that matters is whether or not she makes it through. Finally a patient care tech walks in and provides updates and relief rushes you as you find out that she’ll be okay. However, she suffered from alcohol poisoning due to excess consumption. That she will be requiring observation for 24-48 hours. “I can visit her though right?!” The care technician nods and escorts you inside to her exam room. Seeing her looking up at you solidifying that relief and happiness overwhelming you. “What were you thinking? You could’ve been in worse straits....I guess grandma gotta keep you girls in check!” As your friend smiles reassuring you that it will NEVER go down like this again. You let her know that you’ll be here to visit her later on, and that you’ll let the others know that she’s alright. Quietly, you exit the exam room and begin to make those calls.
The new game plan...... grab a thousand cups of coffee, get in your car, rush back home, change, and rush back to that same damn hospital!! It’s amazing what you can when you set your mind to it. Even if your mind is running on only about a few hours of sleep! “It’s no big thing...you got this!” Telling yourself this as you try to find the Biomedical Building. From the email that you received from your HR Rep, you’re suppose to find Room 233. Room 233 is the conference hall, a brightly expanded room with 5 outstretched tables, adorned with the standard breakfast goods. You pick the middle table, first seat. But is only because there’s fresh coffee that is staring you right in the face! So you then grab for your 1000 and 1 cup of coffee, and seat down. It’s 9:00 am in the morning and slowly the rest of the new hires file in. Then, the head doctors and nurses, as well administration enter the conference room. Now it’s time to try to stay awake and learn about all the “fun” stuff. Policies, procedures, blah, blah, blah, blah!!!!
During these series of PowerPoint presentations, one boring speaker after another. You slightly perk up a bit. “This next policy we are going to discuss will involve interpersonal relations in the work environment. The speaker will be Dr. Sehun Oh MD FACS... head chairmen of the Urology Department here at UPMC Shadyside. Please welcome him to the podium.” Small polite applause fills the room. You on the other hand are not clapping. Dr. Oh is tall, slender....with distinguished features and you’re thinking to yourself...”Omg!! That can’t be him. That isn’t him.....why does he look so familiar?” But, you know damn well why he looks so familiar!? This model-like MD, is the same model-like stranger you saw in that men’s bathroom last night! A warm rush of nerves floods your body, as he is speaking. He may not know you from Adam, but you know him from last Eve!!! However, he speaks fluently and directly on how and why romantic relationships are NOT tolerated in UPMC Hospitals. He explains in detail about the levels of reprimands that are to be forced upon employees who break this rules. Listening and comprehending this lecture given by your now superior. You have no choice but to actually pay attention for the first time since you’ve been here, allowing his words to become absorbed in your brain. You ignore your first impressions of him. You ignore the fact that he is handsome and find him extremely attractive. You ignore the fact that he has a sexually dominated personality, but is in a relationship with another guy. You ignore all of this, because it’s none of your business and besides you’re not EVEN his type?.........right!?
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