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baekhvuns · 7 months

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Omg i completely forgot to talk abt the most imp things 😭😭

YES THE CHALEYA DANCE IVE BEEN DOING THT EVERY DAY AND MY FAMILY IS TIRED OF ME 😭 but I still do it tho omg saammme i haven't watched jawan too.

I completely agree considering Asia is a little sophisticated but come on people don't hv to cross their limits and calling them strippers and stuff, PPL hv no chill. Ofc bcz it bp, bcz now jennie's getting hate bcz she did pigtails in her new performance ver of the song you and me 😭😭 WTF IS WRONG WITH YALL?!?!?! I did not like the idol or whtv it was BUT COME ON SHE GETS HATE FOR EVEN BREATHING 😭 wait- THEY HV WHAT AT CRAZY HORSE?!? 😭 NAHHHH THTS SO SAD

IDK ABT THE REEL VER OF THT SONG BUT EVERYONE IS GOING CRAZY ABT THE CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI PART 😭😭

OMG OMG OMGGGGGG IM- SEONGHWA IN TFMA 😭😭😭😭 LAWRD I CANT FIND HE PICS ON PINTEREST BUT I JUST SAW THEM ON TV AND AHHHH WHY IS HE SO VINTAGE VAMPIRE CODED AND THOSE LONG HAIR 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Nd honestly me embracing my feminine energy more is much shocking to my brother thn me 😭 idkw but he's like "omg you're turning like them" BRUH-

Y'all are getting your hands read?!?! Thts dope, A RICH HUSBAND DAMN YALL WINNING IN THE FUTURE 😭😭

I'm literally on old kpop gg fever, snsd, wonder girls, t-ara, apink, and it was so much better, so much better. I'm not complaining abt the music kpop is making but the old music was like a slap of fresh air.

Dude were literally the same person BCZ I ALSO DONT HV MUCH FUNCTIONS OR WEDDINGS IN MY HOUSEHOLD but considering now all my cousins are growing up we bout to hv a blast 😭

Your bias in riize is wonbin NOW TELL ME OF HE REMINDS YOU OF SEONGHWA BCZ HE DOES TO ME, i heard someone say tht they look familiar and I was like nahhh but now tht hwa grew out his hair i cn def see where they were coming frm

LMFAOOOO AND THEY SHOULD HE CAME BACK AFTER YEARS WE HAVE TO CELEBRATE

nO LITERALLY i cannot go one post without seeing a hate comment abt them like???? just leave them be??? what’s it to you 😭😭 like aren’t u tired?? SORRY OVER PIGTAILS??? yeah they have that at the crazy horse bathrooms 😭😭😭 absolutely disgusting

i lOOOVE the part where he goes “u know how i like it girl” I DO BRO I DO FHWJDHWKHDKA

HE REALLY IS ISNT HE BFWJDHSK no omg i literally thought that photo was wonbin, ever since hwa grew his hair out they both look similar to me 😭😭😭

tell ur brother it’s high time yOU DO TOO

NO SERIOUSLY A RICH HUSBAND ME WHEN !!!!!

oh u kinda slapped w that list, was crying over mr taxi today 😭😭😭

stOP it bc that’s what’s happening w me!!! everyone’s off age and now it’s just straight up wedding season, it begins next year and it won’t end until 17 others get married fhskdhdk the get togethers are about to be a blast but so is the drama 😭

HE DOES REMIND ME OF HIM 😭😭😭 I CANT ESCAPE THEM BRWKHDWK

#✉️ : ask #[ rosesapphiremysticalrose ]

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arzooooo · 1 year

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Dead Idyll

☆being poem written by vallejo for his cousin, it's suspect, but lush with meaning. a sense youth and freshness imbibes the poem, in the phrases "rush and tawny berry" and "flannel skirt". but what i personally love in the first stanza is what my professor pointed out about the juxtaposition of nature and civilization, the "Andean" Rita contrasted with "Byzantium", andean referring to the mountain ranges, to the sweetness of nature, and "byzantium" referring to the Roman empire and the suffocation of civilized society. how vallejos blood "dozes" because of thin cognac, the choice of alcohol is also intentional, given the sophisticated connotation implied in "cognac". I also love the phrase "showing contrition, ironed in the afternoon whiteness yet to come", of remorse blunted as the haziness of afternoon creeps in, contrasted with "abrupt wrinkle of my deep remorse" from another poem, as though that remorseful wrinkle of the author is being resolved by his lover. the "rain which deprives me of the will to live", vallejo is famously memed for repeating this line in several poems, such that any time it rains a reader would bemoan in his voice a comically exaggerated depression. oh... i wanna DIE because it's RAINING and im SAD. her "taste of homemade may rum" is something that again can be contrasted with cognac, the unsophisticated simple nature of homemade liquor is more pleasing to the disillusioned vallejo than the fancy city alcohol, again with the intention of privileging rural ease over civilized struggle

Agape

☆the main theme of this poem is alienation. it is an unromantisized acceptance of a day that will inevitably arrive, the day vallejo dies. but he wonders how much he really died, of no one seems to care of it. he talks of going door to door to remind people of his death, to beg for love, opposite to how he wants to go door to door to give bread to people in Our Bread, a show of compassion. he has also described his death in Black Stone on White Stone, but in a alternate scenario, where he says people will beat him, "give it to him hard with a stick and hard likewise with a rope". which is worse: to be hated in death, or to be altogether forgotten?

dregs

☆another mention of rain and depression, that I will never relate to of course, I love the rain. I like how the verses flow, there's something momentus about "violent black flowers, barbaric stoning, glacial distance" , when you say it aloud, a weight on the tip of my tongue. but of course, the zenith of the poem is "they take on a bit of you... an abrupt wrinkle of my deep remorse". I don't know exactly what this means, but I have several interpretations. an abrupt wrinkle could mean a sudden interruption, a momentary relief, in the authors depressive litany, which the passing women offer because they remind him of his lover. or it could mean the opposite, a heightening of regret over treating his lover unfairly, the author feels his remorse over his wrongdoing highten at recieving a hint of compassion from the women who pass by.

#arzoo.speaks #ive not tried to be particularly articulate #bc theres are the mobile notes ramblings

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renatedagmarmilada · 1 year

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HOMELESS AND THE SOCIAL SERVICES

> Languages and art my specialities

> to University abroad for one year a neccessity

> my cottage would need to be rented

> from St Lucia she came not fat then

> seemed nice and a catholic with an asian landlord

> expecting a youngster told a tale of woe

> my heart felt sad for her plight

> so you may rent my cottage for one year

> just as it stands, velvet curtains with every pot and pan

> My friend Beryl from thirteen Coronation Road

> offered to collect the rent not more than for a room

> they soon stopped poor Beryl wrote in horror

> so one September day I returned in the rain

> after plenty of warnings and was told to clear off

> Social Services told us to make you homeless it's not us

> I wandered alone like a cloud no one could take me in

> till a Stani family with eleven children felt pity

> stay with us they begged you are welcome now their gori aunty

> after a weekend at a council hotel the portuguese owner

> smuggled fish to my room seeing I had no money nor to eat

> you have to go to the law for return of your house

> to law I went and nine months later

> house returned evey item a damage

> and out in the backyard two foot high chicken bones

> they got a superb council

> in the streets where East Enders takes part

> just as the social services had promised

> but as I came out of the courtroom

> the huge St Lucien gold teeth and many chains foot in the door

> you dare and one night I will rape you all know you live alone

> and that threat was not only once in the streets too

> as his wife showed me the beautiful house they were building

> there on St Lucia from benefits and full time work gleaning

> I want to tell you about the londoners bombed out

> who still havn't got proper houses to this day it was then

> I stopped being a do-gooder and changed to reality...

POETRY POWER

> she's telling them with words

> the Asians are worried and witter

> who reads that poetry stuff

> I was very VERY rough with her

> I'll be very gently with the next one

> we were left unattended and all night

> the boss said it would be alright

> she's going to attrocities solicitors

> she's telling english people now

> I took money from their accounts

> we have such sophisticated machinery

> then put it on the floor for asian kids

> she teaches our kids

> she used to be on our side

> but she's talking now

> she's seen a different light.....

ISOLATION

> they have many fancy terms

> for unpallatable states

> one is isolation..

> why isolate?

> we remember from Hitler

> it means control

> isolation takes many forms

> one form is shredding books and letters

> particularly sad for unindiginous

> for forty years no isolation

> letters sailed daily not a single lost

> to friends and papers (father journalist)

> now all go to Elsie and the lab girls

> only six books out of two ton

> arrived at their destination

> they change the addresses

> they don't send but shred

> we told Sussman they say

> we registered you as a simpleton

> simpletons don't write

> my friends no longer write either

> isolation is really quite painful

> only the poetry remains

> as they faithfully answer. SHAHA FROM IRAN

> she lived up our street

> free house beautriful furniture

> we went to court my son saw the flames

> she threw petrol through the window

> I had felt sorry for her poor asylum seeker

> my cousin is being hounded in Iran. Oh?

> She got her stay don't they ask why they have run?

> and had to leave the house for a council flat

> fury got the better of her she visited me after the act

> they got her for arson because of son's phone call

> she returned to Iran her neighbour smiled again

> came back under an assumed name

> yet they destroy us and threaten us to get out

> we had to pay rent for our barracks even

> we had no child benefit no rent benefit no benefit

> we helped to rebuild this country with constant insults

> what a strange nation the english are.

> good luck to you all

Ø hang on, who is in charge?

Ø MR ALI IN PAKISTAN

> it seemed to me the jews we'd saved then

> were hammering us over here for corruption

> to Pakistan a pupil invited to teach, for a rest

> it's better than you think guys

> I liked lots of it the british army used to go for hols there

> from India. Mine Host Mr Ali, would you like to come to G.B.

> laughingly he shook his head

> what do I want to go there for

> the rain, the grit, the corruption

> it is good that they school our peasants

> it is good that they bring to health our sick

> it is good that it is all free for our poverty and lazies

> but us go, not likely all the decent Pakistani's said

> we prefer to fight for the country for which we fought

> battled and died to establish.from the Hindu and the English.

> well, Britain had a big debt..

> Compensation the conservative told me

> what a silly way to pay it off?

SAINT ANTHONY

> I went to St Anthony's

> no not that one in Israel

> round which the Isreali soldier

> emptied three magazines rounds

> screaming idolators

> with the Kneset putting out a law

> that all who carry the new testament

> be arrested on sight...

> I thought their enemies were the Muslims

> like the mosque were nineteen

> Prayers were shot in the back

> by a man martyred whose grave is visited

> by children with flowers

> (even the russians didn't do the last

> but try to cover Church abuses)

> what was I saying

> daily.weekly at Mass in the East End

> Human Research ran its debasement therapy

> no we can't find the form signing for such

> defilement is another word

> so I want you to think about that

> thank goodness I found it wasn't just us R.C's

> not liking Mass sullied I visited the C of E

> and guess what they were there too

> debasing and defiling brain child of Mark

> Mark thought it made women more pliant to be debased

> day and night everywhere who won't pli

> (arn't prepared to be modern

> might be another word for it..)

> use all faulty programmes on them

> they were former stateless D.P's

> Human Research's work here on the isle

> is this for what we risked our lives

> keeping alive Jews and feeding Slavs

> time and again in different situations

> has the world gone mad?

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kammieceleek · 3 years

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Cat's Bride Chapter One.

Tohru Honda always heard her classmates and cousin talking about the game Zodiac Lover. She was always more fascinated by the talk of a supposed impossible route in the game that broke everything if you tried to go down it. But she never played it.

Yet, when she dies in a freak traffic accident, she finds herself in the world of the game. She learns how to survive, and then she meets the one known as 'the most cursed of all'. And this was the one route in the game that she was the only person to take.

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The prison was a dark and damp place.

She let out a shuddering sigh as she descended the staircase underground. She didn't care for how dirty it was, or the dampness that seemed to seep into her bones whenever she stayed down there too long. But she kept coming back every day because of the one prisoner held there, one who was said to be too dangerous for the outside world and needed to be kept far away from everyone.

She stumbled on the last step, catching herself before she hit the stone floor. Her eyes began to adjust to the dim light, and they landed on the young man in a cage before her. He lifted his head, his dull eyes brightening upon seeing her and he sat upright.

"You're back," he breathed.

"I always come back. Didn't I promise that?"

"Y-yeah, but a lot of people promise things and don't follow through." He turned away from her, and even in the dim lamplight she could see a blush on his cheeks.

He's so cute.

"Well, why'd you come? I already ate today, and cleaning's pointless."

"I came to spend time with you." She sat with her back against the cage. Vaguely, she heard him moving to put his back against hers as much as he could through the bars.

"You didn't have to come. I'd be fine on my own."

"But then you'd be lonely, and I'd be sad." He mumbled something under his breath.

"Do you… feel sorry for me? Is it pity?"

"It's hard not to pity someone who's living in a cage. But that's not why I keep coming back." She smiled even though she knew he couldn't see it. "You're kind, Kyo, whether you know it or not. You aren't a monster or a creature. You're a person, and one day… you'll walk out of here. And I'll be right beside you when it happens."

"Tohru…" His voice was breaking. She slipped a hand through the bars and his fingers linked with hers. Despite the chill, his hands were warm and she felt much less tired than she had when she'd made the journey down here.

They were silent for a moment.

"…I love you." His voice was almost inaudible, but she heard it.

"…I love you, too." She could feel his hand tighten around hers and her heart ached. This wasn't his fault. He shouldn't have been down there.

But he was the Cat, and to the Somas, that made him guilty.

They sat there, just being in each other's presence, not knowing how much time was passing. Eventually, he pulled his hand away.

"You should get back to the damn Dog's house," he said hoarsely, as if he were holding back tears. "They'll notice if you're gone too long."

"I'll come back." They turned to face each other and Kyo leaned forward. She followed suit, and their lips met between the bars.

I will come back. I had to come from another world to meet you, and I'm not letting you go. Not now, and not until there's no possible way for me to stand beside you.

She stood up and started walking towards the stairs. Before she reached the top, she cast one last longing look towards him. His eyes were on her, full of the same desire to be near her.

Then she was out in the moonlight, alone again.

Tohru Honda was used to being alone.

She'd lost her parents in an accident when she was in her first year of high school, and her grandfather had passed not long after. She'd been left to move in with her Aunt Yuna and cousins Kaori and Goro, none of whom were particularly fond of her. So she'd been left alone going through high school. She hadn't had any close friends, only being acquaintances with most of her classmates.

Back then, she'd tried her best to go along to get along. And on that note, many of her classmates had been obsessed with an otome called Zodiac Lover. She often listened to their conversations, and bits and pieces of the game caught her interest. Though it wasn't enough to get her to actually play it, it was fun to hear them all be so excited over people who didn't even really exist.

More than anything about the game, she was interested in an apparent glitched route within it. There was a character who, at first glance, appeared to be the tenth route in the game; however, whenever a player attempted to go down said route, the game would glitch and break until you restarted it. Then things would go back to normal. Kaori played it, too, and she complained that the developer needed to patch it out (whatever that meant) rather than leave it in. Rumors abounded as to the identity of this character, but Tohru graduated high school and moved out of her aunt's house and that was the last she ever heard of the game.

Then, one day, she was on her way to work.

It wasn't a normal day. Part of her wished she'd taken the day off, but rent would be due soon and she needed all the hours she could get. It marked five years since her parents had died in that accident, a train derailment that had claimed the lives of so many others. She'd go visit their graves after her shift, and then go see her grandfather's.

Would they be proud of me?

The rain poured down around her, making her feel sleepy and wish she'd stayed home even more.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear the screeching tires or the screaming of people telling her to get out of the way until it was too late. The headlights shone in her eyes and she squeezed them shut out of reflex. The pain was immediate as she flew through the air and hit the ground. She knew before anybody started tending to her that this was it. She was dying. Tohru Honda was going to be dead at the age of twenty without anyone to truly mourn her passing.

At the very least, she'd see her parents and grandfather again soon.

Y̴͚̺͊o̵̲͉͐͝ŭ̸͚.̸̜̈͝

…me?

Y̸̥̓̚o̴̥͋͜u̵͙͝'̷̯̪͘r̷͖̝͐ȩ̴͝͝ ̶̦̈́͋ť̷̺̬ȟ̵͎͊ȅ̵̹͌ ̵̢͐̌o̵̡̬͠n̵͉̎͛ͅe̵̹͓͂.̴͎͆͜

S̸͚͝a̷̗v̷̢̔e̷͉̎ ̵̻ḥ̵̇i̶̘͂m̴͕̔.̴̮͌

Save him!

Who are you?

He needs you. You need to find him before it's too late.

Who? Who needs me?

The most cursed of them all.

Tohru gasped as she opened her eyes.

To her shock, she was no longer lying in a puddle on the street. Instead she was kneeling in the hallway of a house of some kind. She certainly didn't recognize it… nor did she recognize the clothes she was wearing. Gone was her work uniform, and in its place was some kind of old-fashioned kimono. Like she was a maid in one of those awful dramas her aunt had watched near-religiously every day that she could remember.

"Honda!"

She jumped at the sudden yell of her last name and looked to see another woman in a matching uniform. The woman was older with graying streaks in her honey-brown hair, and she was clearly not pleased with Tohru.

"S-sorry!" Tohru gasped. "I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry won't get this place cleaned! The master's coming home today, and this house needs to be spotless before he does!"

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"Honestly, I don't know why the Somas even hired you. Lazy, good-for-nothing girl…"

Tohru felt her heart racing.

She'd never heard of the Somas before. They certainly weren't her employers. What was…?

Soma.

The name did ring out as familiar in her head. She tried her best to remember, and that was when she could see the name written on the screen of her cousin's tablet as she played out a game. And this same uniform, on a character in that same game that had enraptured so many girls her age.

She didn't want to believe it. But there was only one way to be sure.

Taking a deep breath, she smacked her cheeks in an effort to wake herself up. It didn't work. She was still there. Her eyes went to the bucket and rag before her, and to the dirty floor. Well, if she was stuck here, she might as well do something that was at least mildly familiar. She got to work, scrubbing the floor like she did back home and before too long it was as spotless as her apparent superior had wanted. The older woman returned and nodded.

"Good. I see you just need a bit of encouragement."

"Yes, ma'am. I promise I won't slack off again." It was just like dealing with her boss at work. Then again, this woman was her boss now.

"Good girl. Don't forget to wash up before you make the master's dinner. He's having a guest tonight." The woman gestured down the hall towards what was most definitely a kitchen.

Tohru nodded in confirmation and stood up, taking the bucket with her. She glanced down and realized that while her clothes and location had changed, her face was the same. How was this possible? She couldn't remember if there was ever a character like this in the actual game. Kaori would know, but Kaori wasn't there.

She let out a sigh and headed towards where her boss had pointed. The kitchen was largely empty, save for the ingredients, and she felt that sense of familiarity she had while cleaning. This was something else she could do. Cooking was one of her favorite ways to pass the time, and she hadn't cooked for someone else since she'd moved out of her aunt's house. So rather than dread or confusion, she felt excited.

I have to make the most of this until I find out what's going on.

Save him.

That voice again. The one that had spoken when she was struck by the car. Who did she need to save? Who were they talking about?

She shook her head. Right now, she had to cook dinner for the house's master and his guest, whoever they might be.

She rolled up her sleeves and got to work chopping vegetables. Everything was so similar to back home that it was startling. Sure, the tools were a little less sophisticated but they did the jobs they needed to do. And even though she'd never worked with a stove or oven like the ones they had here, she already knew that those kinds of things tended to do what they wanted depending on age or use, so she knew to check them often to make sure nothing burned and everything cooked properly.

"Tohru!"

She turned around to see another young woman in a maid's uniform entering the kitchen. The newcomer had golden blonde hair and she was taller than most of the people Tohru had ever known.

"Hi!" Tohru greeted her.

"Man, Hamasaki put you on this by yourself again? You've got to stop being such a pushover."

"I know, but… cooking's so easy! And it's fun!"

"If you say so. I just came to see if you needed a hand."

"I won't say no to some help! Could you put those veggies in the pot, please?"

"No problem."

Tohru suddenly felt awful. Obviously this girl was her friend, but she didn't even know her name! How terrible must she look to this person?

"Um… this is going to sound really dumb, but… who are you?"

"Jeez, cleaning duty's gotten to you. I'm Arisa Uotani. We've been friends since we got here?"

"Right! Sorry, Uo-chan!" The name slipped out so easily, as if she'd been calling the other girl that for years.

"It's all right. Hanajima and I know how spacey you get."

Spacey? Then… this Tohru Honda really is me?!

"So, er, do you know anything about the master's guest?"

"Not much. He's supposed to be a member of the main family, just like Shigure. All I know is he's supposed to be a real prince of a character."

"Oh, really? Well, thank you for your help. I've got it from here, if Hamasaki has anything else she needed you to do…?"

"Yeah, thanks. I'll see you later."

Shigure's the master of the house. I think he was Kaori's favorite route in the game. But a prince… I know who it is. Nobody would stop talking about him in school. It's Yuki. It's got to be.

There was no doubt in her mind now. She was in the world of Zodiac Lover, and as it stood, she had no way out.

#fruits basket #fruba #kyoru fanfic #kyo soma #tohru honda #kyo x tohru #fruba fanfic #my project is here!

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