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Do you think that what Bo said about him and his brothers ending up in foster care was also a lie? I've seen some who think he wasn't lying about that but I don't think the timing and the codependency him and his brothers have adds up to them being separated for a bit, ya know? Sorry for bombarding you with a question but ugh there's just so much untouched lore potential I wanna screeeeeam
*cracking knuckles* oh baby u just opened the floodgates I am about to be SO fckn annoying
so personally, I very much believe that bo's spinning an ENTIRE crock of shit during that conversation w/carly and wade
something that I think we all need to highlight more is that the baby idiot himself has SUCH a flair for the dramatic. our favorite caveman is a chronic theater kid. like, okay acting 101? okay thespian? okay daytime soap OPERA??? the scene he sets for this fuckmurdermayhem is just...................SO grotesque and dramatic and entirely UNNECESSARY LMAO
he's a weirdo who has sequestered himself in a town full of corpses and u just KNOW the gaps between the wax nonsense are LONG and BORING and he's ANTSY
the whole time he's chasing carly thru town he's just. blissed out. goin hehehehehhehehehehe be vewwy vewwwy quiet!! we're huntin' wabbits!!! elmer fudd-mode FULLY engaged
he GRINS before he's shot by a fckin crossbow?????????? BABY???? WHAT ARE U DOING??????
he is truly on some other shit!! convinced his bargain bin broadway play will go off without a hitch and he will somehow??? be getting a standing ovation for his foolishness????
sighing DREAMILY
this is the most fun he's had in possibly months, and he's living la vida loca. he's that one tiktok of all the kids performing summer loving in the denny's. this is his golden globes. his bafta (big ass fucking truck absurdity). his academy award winning performance, starring his raging boner & very little foresight!!!!
I think there might be LIL grains of truth to his story, ofc. the best lies have small kernels of truth to them, and bo's lies seem to work the best when he adds those in (mentioning that he's close to the deceased to incur pity/getting nick to agree to follow him to a second location by mentioning that they might have gone up to the house)
but I do believe that most of it is complete bullshit lmao
there is absolutely no way in hell that those boys EVER got separated. to me!!! at least!! nope. they were in that miserable little house together the whole time. vincent and bo's interactions together speak to years of sibling tension and growing resentment. lester's inclusion in all of this w/his role of like. the ferryman to the fckin UNDERWORLD that is ambrose. is so v a marker of his attachment to his older brothers
they're all inextricably linked!!!!!!
bo 100% killed victor tho. u do not mime shooting urself in the head when discussing ur dad's death if u did not shoot him point blank range w/a smile on ur face. u simply do not. not entirely sure if he killed trudy. feel like that might've been vincent/a group job. or. pet theory. she DID just die of natural causes. or. other pet theory. she was actively participating/aware of the first couple murders. we'll never know but. huh
I also REALLY don't buy the "trudy got a cyst in her brain" stuff. I've played around w/it in a couple fics, but I v much think the probablity of it being a complete fabrication? oh 99.9%. most definitely. talking about ur mom getting strapped to the bed & screaming loud enough for the whole town to hear? hsdfjhfdsjhsdf BOY GOODBYE.
like????? that's SUCH a deranged thing to tell someone u just met. and it v much seems like smthn he tossed out to purposefully unnerve them. he didn't have to say that, but he DID. bc he loves the cat and mouse game. that's why he creeps on them @ the campsite. he's so deeply abnormal
it's all this weird sad little story that's designed to make u uncomfortable. also. sidenote......................in this version of the scene that he's set, he's the mourning parishioner sadly recounting a tale of woe that he's notably detached to. who is he in relation to the story he weaves? nobody. just an observer.
if life could be a fckin dream boseph!!!
BTW. he does this in the original script, but it's somehow EVEN weirder.
he is. and I CANNOT stress this enough. roleplaying as a kid in the neighborhood that trudy liked and would spoil.
???????????????????????????????????????????
babygirl is truly going thru it!!!!!! babygirl this is EMBARRASSING!!!!!! ur MOMMY ISSUES!!!!!!!!!!! BABYGIRL!!!!!!!!! they are SHOWING!!!!! they are STAPLED to ur forehead!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
he's so ABNORMAL!!!!!!! I need to make out w/him!!!!!!!! RN!!!!!!!!!!!
vincent waiting 2 hear what dumbass alternate reality bo has cooked up for this batch of tourists:
I always talk about how dumb bo is. and I mean every word of it. I really do. but I do think he's got a couple braincells.
I v much feel like he's v much a creature of habit. he's been doing this shebang for years n years and he knows how it goes. he gets his fuckin n suckin and vincent gets his wax sculptures. bada bing bada boom. showtime baby.
his "plan" is v much as solid as a plastic bag drifting thru the wind, wanting to start again. he is fr hinging this whole thing on a series of events, that, should they not happen, he has no alternative for. and he is so weird and so strange and cannot deviate from his script LEST he get pissymad and ruin everything. he's so dumb. I'm so v in love w/him.
TL; DR!!
I wrote this for my peabrain video essay script and it's all the above bullshit nonsense. but more coherent:
& an unrelated bit. bc it's still my favorite bit of the script & the only part I recorded a voice clip for sfjdhdfjshdfs
#v srry for the deranged ass 3298329832 word answer!!#u just cracked open pandora's box a little#I do. ponder my orb abt this movie. far too much.#asks#anonymous#sinclair brainrot hours#bo sinclair#LONG POST
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i am playing professor layton and the curious village on my ds. very fun!!!
I don't know if i'm very far in because most of the time spent in that game was me being confused and bad at puzzles. it's fun though.
!!! im glad to hear youre enjoying it!! its one of my fav titles and honestly such an underrated series, id love it if more ppl gave it a try!
the puzzles can be difficult but very rewarding!! i used to dread them as a kid but now i find them nice and challenging. the math ones are still hard, but if u speak to Flick at the cafe he'll give you chess puzzles which i think were my favorite ^_^
#its nice because its story driven but gives u enough room to do the puzzles on your own to make progress.. and the rewards like#the gizmos painting pieces and furniture for the minigames are also a nice bonus because it gives u a little extra incentive to solve as#many puzzles as possible!! ngl i didnt know how the hotel room minigame worked but i had fun completing the painting and robot dog#plus the variety and the fact that u dont know which puzzles youre gonna get makes it interesting. and theres no harm if u cant finish or#end up missing some because you can find them in the riddle shack or just do a different one instead and its fine. very cool#i have dyscalculia so the math ones have always been hard for me and id need my brothers help so we'd work on it together#or i'd just search up the answer as a last resort............#actually im gonna save u the trouble. if u get the camera case puzzle the answer is 95. ITS FUCKED UP I KNOW BUT ITS 95#it took me like 2 hours with my brother just to figure that out and i dont want anyone to get a headache from that one ITS FRUSTRATING#ive only played curious village and pandoras box bc its the only ones i had as a kid. replaying pandoras box rn actually!!!#i have cracked versions of unwound future and azran legacy which come after CV and PB BUT my version of unwound future is broken#it freezes on the opening cutscene every time i try to play it which SUCKS bc i really wanna play the games in order. maybe ill emulate it#professor layton#ask#answered#yapping#doodles
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#2 Title: You Are My Wound
SHORT STORY written by JESSA MAE OM PARADERO
A girl that looks nine to ten years old stood in-front of me, staring deep into my eyes as I stare into hers. She has this elegant and nonchalant smile plastered on her face while a river of tears gushes silently from both of her deepest-shades of brown eyes. My eyes went down to her chest— a hole was carved and blood stained her pink pastel dress. It was the size of her fist, large enough for me to see her heart, which has a seed-sized hole carved out of it as well. What frightened me the most is that her heart was still normally beating.
I was petrified by the sight. I wanted to flee from the limelight, which was centered on us and was the only source of light in that place, and run into the pitch black that surrounded it. Yet, my body has been defying me. I couldn’t move even an inch of my toes, as if time was nonexistent in that dimension.
She slowly walked in my direction while my heart was beating louder than ever before. Goosebumps washes all over my whole being when her cold, small hand held my right hand.
“You must’ve been devastated all these years. But, don’t close your doors, Elisa. I am always here beside you. Do not forget.” she figuratively spoke with a hint of warmth in her tone which was comparable to the sun.
I was astonished by her fluent manner of speaking, which was so peculiar for a kid like her, and the uncanny resemblance she has with someone I knew. But, I was mostly taken aback by her words— words that only I could understand at that very moment. Words that I needed from that certain someone that resembles her.
My knees finally gave out and a shriek of pain came out from my lips while I could feel her comforting hands hug me.
“Elisa,” her little comforting voice slowly called my name. It made me face her. Still my waterfalls of tears won’t stop. My lips still quiver. “Everyone says that time will heal the wound. That would also be the case for you. You’ll eventually forget about me. ”
I shook my head to contradict her.
“I cannot heal my wounds. Even if a century passes through, I cannot and will not be able to forget you. Even if just the slightest of your hair strands would remain in my memory, I wouldn’t. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to check on you at that time. I was being naive. All this time you— ” I tried to answer even though my voice is visibly cracking from trying to stop my tears. I wanted to say a lot of things to her and ask her thousands of questions. But I couldn’t bring myself to and so I ended with “You are my wound.”
She shook her head, still wearing the same smile as before.
“Elisa, you were just a child. What could you do?”
I panicked when I saw her body, starting from her little hands, slowly dissipating into the thin air.
“Lena!” A shout fills the room as I abruptly sit on my bed after a long night of nightmare.
I failed to notice that I was already bathing with my own sweat. I tried to clasps my hands together to stop myself from trembling. When I felt that it wasn’t enough to calm myself, I curled my knees up to my chest and hugged it as tightly as I could. That nightmare was like a pandora box that opened my wounds from the past. Memories that I shared with that girl flashes through my mind like a scene in a movie but in a fast and blurry motion.
After a minute of calming myself and recalling the past, I stood up from the bed and gradually walked towards a picture frame that was hanging on the left side wall of my room. It was me and Elena, my older sister, the little girl in my nightmare. The picture was taken when she was sixteen and I was ten— hours before she had lost her life. Her lips were slightly curved into a letter u, but not her eyes. Unlike me who’s smiling widely, teeth shown, while clinging onto her left arm. My popsicle was held in my right hand. If anyone would look into this picture of two young girls, they’d probably thought that both of them were having the best time of their lives that day. None would've noticed her cry for help.
I smiled bitterly at the picture before finally walking out of my room.
Ten years had passed since her untimely death, yet the household hadn't moved on from it. As if her presence is still in the midst of us. Our mother was so devastated that she left me and our father after the burial and never came back. Hence, father and I were left on our own in this house. I would still hear father's sobs every midnight when he thinks that I had fallen deep into slumber.
No one knew her reasons.
Why did she give up on her own life?— a question that I would often hear from the lips of our neighbors since then. And also the question that I would like to hear answers from her own lips, but I could not.
Hearsays had spread about the reasons for her death such as that she was involved in an unrequited romantic relationship, her grades were very low and she was afraid that our parents would give her a big scolding, she was severely bullied at school, or she had done something horrendous. At the end, unable to see the light after the long dark tunnel, she decided to take her own life.
But still, no Elena could answer our hundreds and thousands of questions.
Elena was someone whom I adored and looked up to when I was a kid. And I still do. All hell would break loose when she’d see me crying because of someone, even if it was a kid. Also ‘cause, she was my archnemesis and a best friend at the same time.
In our living room, I saw my father being absorbed in cooking fried rice and decorating it with an omelet. He was smiling widely, a smile that was peculiar in my sight for the past ten years. He must’ve noticed my presence because when he faced me, he directly told me to sit down and have my breakfast. So, I gleefully obliged and sat across from him, facing him while he was busy with what he’s doing.
“This is for you—” he said and placed a plain fried rice on my side of the table.
“and for your sister.”
I glance at the fried rice with an omelet being placed at the unused space on the table.
I couldn’t care less about his coping mechanism. I am used to it. Every morning, he’d cook fried rice for my sister because it was her favorite dish.
As we ate, my father said something that made me stop my spoonful of rice mid-air.
“We will see your sister today.”
That must’ve been the reason for his great mood this early morning. And thus, I took a glance at my left side where a calendar is hanging on the wall. It is indeed her birthday and her death anniversary.
However, I was curious about my father’s unusual expressions. He seemed happy as if he had finally moved on. What made me think so is that whenever this day would arrive, he would be in more distress than he was in the usual days. But right now, he’s totally different.
All throughout our meal, I would often peek at my father. But, his temperament never changes.
The trip from our home to the cemetery where she rested was smooth sailing. Now, we are in front of a grayish tombstone. The painted letters in a specific font have faded. But, we knew that it was hers. None of us talked for a minute until I heard little sobs from my father. And I let him be vulnerable as I, too, started to get emotional from his cry.
I was ten when Elena chose to end her life. Her face was starting to fade from my memory, thus I would always rely on her photo that was hanging in my room. Only I, among our family, could stare at that photo for more than an hour. Our father and mother could not even take a second glance at that photo. Nonetheless, the tragic ending of her story leaves a tangy taste in my mouth. My sister must’ve had a dream when she was still alive. How would life turn out if she chose a different ending for herself?
I gaze at her tombstone while standing on the left side of our crying father.
“Ate was a strong person, right pa?” I began to speak to him knowing that between those sobs, he’s listening.
“She did something that even I could— or most of the people could not do. No one in our family was as gutsy as her.” I chuckle softly as I said those words.
“I just hoped she is at peace and joy somewhere else,” father said.
I patted his back to console him. And he gave me a big hug and sobs as an answer. He kept murmuring an apology.
“I’m sorry, I did not know. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”
After an hour of staying on Elena’s tombstone, we decided to go to the nearest church. We lit candles to pray and pay respect to our ancestors and relatives who have died.
At home, I went straight to my room, leaving my father who sat on the sofa in the living room. Each of us dwells on our own worlds as if we were the only ones left on the planet.
Hours later, my throat started to dry. I walked out of my room, headed to our water dispenser in the kitchen, and drank a glass of water to quench my thirst. Before reaching my room, I had to pass the living room where my father was sitting a while ago. But, I noticed that he was no longer there. He must’ve left to visit his neighboring friends ‘cause I did not feel his presence inside the house. I tried to check in his room but he wasn’t there either. If my guess is right, when he feels blue, he’ll go out to drink with his friends. I did not think too much of it, hence, I walk passed the coffee table in the living room. But then, I noticed what seemed like a journal-designed notebook. It was sitting freely on the table. A sense of familiarity crept through me, thus curiosity fills my head.
I picked it up and read the name of the notebook’s owner. It is indeed a journal— Elena’s journal.
I flipped through the page and read each entry of the 16 years old girl in a journal that holds most of her unforgettable bittersweet memories. The subject of her stories were mostly about her school experiences and her interactions with her crushes, acquaintances, and her family— us.
I learned that Elena was a grade conscious student. She would often overthink whenever she got low marks on their quizzes or group projects. She often wouldn’t blame others for it, but she always subjects herself into self-loathing. Aside from that, she’s very sensitive to other’s expressions and gestures, which is why she doesn’t like it when she makes noticeable mistakes— even the slightest. She would do everything to never see other people’s disappointed faces. I learned that my sister was a ‘people pleaser’.
She has a lot of friends. Being the top student in their class made everyone want to befriend her. I wouldn’t say that she has no genuine friends at all but, she doesn’t have any specific circle of friends or a friend that she’d written and talked about in her journal. Everyone loves her but they do not know her at all.
Her thoughts of me made me bawled my eyes out. She wondered what we would become after ten years since that journal was written. I could feel the excitement from her words. She’s anticipating our futures although she’s slightly conflicted with hers. She’d also written that she has this love-hate relationship with me. I read how a 10 year old Eli would annoy the hell out of her but still she’d never hold out her anger for me for too long. It usually wouldn’t last for more than a day. Except when I accidentally stained her project. She did not talk to me for days at that time. The only thing that saved our sisterhood was the popsicle that I intentionally bought as a peace offering for her.
All of these memories were recorded in this brown notebook. Reading the content of this journal brings back all the memories I had shared with her.
But one entry that caught my attention was her last entry in the notebook. It was written 5 days before the incident had happened.
She said,” Tonight, at 10 pm, Eli was sleeping in our room. I was supposed to come back after a short water break from my self-study session in our room. I feel guilty for not doing well in my acads. I wanted to catch up from my low grades last quarter so I needed to put extra effort in my studies. However, mom and dad’s voices have filled the house. They exchanged hurtful words and were screaming at each other for some reasons that I do not know. When I tried to escape to my room, I heard mom say that she’d leave the house— separate from dad and she’d bring Eli with her. I felt a pang of pain in my chest when she said that. But, my heart was broken into pieces when dad told her that she could have me and that she’d keep Eli instead… Should I let them know that I already knew that I was the reason why they were tied into this marriage and family…What should I do?— Should I convince them to stay and try to work things out?”
I noticed that the page had some scratches made by a pen, the same color of the ink that she used to write in her journal. From these marks, I can feel the frustrations that she felt at that time. I tried to cover my gaped mouth with both of my hands and to silence the sobs that were uncontrollably coming from my own mouth. When suddenly, the main door of our house opened and my father went in. He saw me holding the journal while crying.
“Is this why you are saying sorry a while ago, pa? You and mom were one of the reasons why she ended her life. You killed your own daughter?” I screamed at him right at that moment.
A flash of pain and guilt can be seen in his eyes. I, on the other hand, was shaking in anger and disappointment. I tried to grasp the thin line of my rationality to ask him where he got the journal, ‘cause 10 years had passed since then. How come that I only see this notebook now when we both have the same room?
“Where did you get this?” I repeated my question— emphasizing each word.
His answers made my forehead crease. He said, ” I saw that in her drawer right after her burial. After reading it, I kept it hidden with me.”
“What really happened that night? Mom, Elena and You— What’s your side of the story pa? Please tell me that Elena had misunderstood your words at that time.”
I kept hoping that I was right— that all of that was just a misunderstanding. Yet, at the same time, I am conflicted because it would disregard my ate’s unspeakable action. Her passing would be in vain and that would be more painful on our part. But my dad answered me with a cry while slowly shaking his head.
A sigh of frustration and disbelief left my mouth. That night, after our confrontation, I slept with a heavy heart. The same nightmare has pulled me from reality.
The surroundings were still pitch black. But, this time, I was the only person at the center of the limelight. The only thing that was beside me was the big mirror that was facing me. However, when I faced it, I did not see my own reflection. Instead, the person that was standing straight while looking at my face was the same kid that I dreamt about yesterday. A girl that looks nine to ten years old in the face of Elena.
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ive been so distracted by big scarey teeth i forgot just how hard ur wing au slaps .. if u have literally any random hc on that au pls do share i love wing AUs
Anon you’ve opened the box of pandora
Ed and Em, when teasing Amity, each grab a wing and hold it out and mess around. This usually ends in Amity smacking them both in the face with her wings, especially when she started exercising them more.
Jerbo, being a secretary bird, has a plume of feathers on his head and down the back of his neck. It’s hell for him bc even tho he has a pretty neutral or even annoyed voice and expression all the time, his little feather crown betrays his true emotions. They spike up when he’s excited or startled, angle down when mad, press low when flustered, droop lightly when sad, raise and fan out slightly when he’s growing interested, etc. Viney and Barcus can always tell when he’s Gay Pining and it’s great.
There are some teenagers, mainly the loud species, who climb onto roofs or high places at the crack of dawn and just shriek or crow as loud as they can. The goal is to wake up as many people as possible and escape without getting the Coven called on them. Eda used to participate in it all the time when she was younger, swearing she must have had some bellbird in her.
Luz did this once for fun with her friends, and it was a bit of a bust for her. She was loud, but only really woke up a couple houses. Her friends had the same luck. However....kestrels are FAR louder. They can literally shriek if needed be. Not quite as screechy as other raptors, but she definitely woke up at least half of that neighborhood.
Thunderdiving, still not over it. Thrill-seeking teenagers flying in the middle of a storm and trying to avoid getting struck by lightning, sometimes wearing protective coverings on their wings, just in case. Luz and the twins definitely try it at one point, and there’s a reason Luz has a weird mark on her left patagium.
People with bigger wings or frequently fly have absolutely RIPPED backs and shoulders. You can’t be lugging those things around and not gain some muscle. Eda could kill a man if she wanted. Yes, this means Amity’s back is basically bony compared to Luz, who is a lot stronger than how people expect a sparrow to be, simply because she’s always using her wings. I’m lesbian let me have this.
Wings raised behind a silhouetted person? The symbolism of an angel/devil? The ethereal vibe? The GOOD shit. Catch me thinkin about Eda crashing through a window with her wings raised and ready to KICK ASS.
The realization that despite looking very sparrow, Luz’s mom is a crane, and that THROWING Amity for a second. Being in love with a sparrow was bad enough, but a hybrid? Dear god, her parents would LOSE it.
Eda and Viney, on the other hand, are thrilled to have a hybrid to bond with.
#asks#wing au#the owl house#luz noceda#eda clawthorne#luz#eda#toh#amity blight#amity#emira blight#emira#edric blight#edric#jerbo#camila#willow#gus#sparrow#owl#kestrel#wing prompts#hybrid#viney
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omg okay so i was totally ignorant but now i am enlightened because the brilliant @h00f sent me the booth video recording and im dying over it so here we goooo. i recorded it and uploaded the vid into davinci resolve so i could zoom in and also go through frame by frame.
tl;dr: so its all good its all good UM TYREEN’S TATTOOS WENT MISSING ON HER FOREARM AND THEN SHE SUCKED A MONSTER AND THEY REAPPEARED so it’s all good it’s all good im not having a crisis. im not. i thiiiiiiiiink we see the Vault of Promethea (the one with the cranes, but lilith also says “wherever the hunt for the vaults takes us” which throws me off a bit. still kinda think it’s promethea tho).
so not what i was expecting to be doing at 2:32 am but you know what? this is okay, borderlands gives me literally infinite energy
and new content? HOH BOY i am going to go so fucking in depth. hold onto ur horses. i was working on my mock intro to the game but this is so much better
UMM?? HOLY SIHT????
THAT’S THE SAME TILE AS THE ONE IN THE TEMPLE
I THOUGHT THIS WAS ON EDEN-6???
same tile on the wall on the right there
those guardian statues have staffs!!! that’s so rad, like the Watcher and shit, they also have less big necks?? or they might be bowing down. they look a lot more humanoid than the guardian/eridian statues im used to!!!
like as far as i can see they don’t have the butt spikes? maybe these are just super well preserved and thus not broken/spiky/cracked!! I do think the staffs are awesome! I know the Watcher carried one and so do some in TPS (I don’t recall seeing any in bl1 with staffs? im pretty sure they used their energy claw things) so maybe these are a higher tier of guardian than the ones we see in bl1? (which, if the Eridians wanted us to open Pandora’s vault as punishment for stealing fire the tech on Promethea, then that would make sense)
AND THE CRANES! and the buildings!!!!! is this Promethea’s vault? there’s something in the sky near the moon (?) so i thought maybe that was the asteroid belt but... it’s only condensed in one area..?
it looks like a rocky place (you know, the quasmarian quarry Typhon mentions?!), i could see it, it looks super well-kept!!! my only problem?? it’s not underground/next to a cliff or anything. i guess it’s actually possible with those cranes and shit that it’s been excavated completely
i think we walk out of a temple here, which makes me think this is connected to the temple with all those monster dudes in it (also i can’t be the only one who thinks the blue sparkles on the statue on the far left makes it look like it has a shiny thicc butt. i CANNOT be the only one)
you know this one
well ACTUALLY in the We Are Mayhem trailer we DO see one of these guys!!! he’s on Maliwan’s side as the VHs are running across the bridge and im pretty sure that is Promethea!
IM PRETTY SURE
the neon lights and shit make me think it is in fact the city!!! maybe a part of the city that’s been totally overrun by Maliwan??
okay im certain this is promethea, those turrets we 100% see in the gameplay reveal trailer (below)
i thought i recognized that silhouette!
so unless maliwan is carting those demon dudes from a different planet to use in their army, I’m going to guess the huge ass temple was excavated from when Typhon found it (explaining the cranes and buildings) and Maliwan maybe took control with the CoV and somehow?? got control of those big demon boys. not quite sure tbh
OKAY SO THIS IS SO AWESOME ASDFGFHGJFK IM NERDING THE HELL OUT I LOVE ERIDIAN STUFF AAAA OKAY SORRY IM JUST ADSFSGFHYDJUK
AND THIS ONE LOOKS SO TINY?? I AAAA I KNOW IT’S NOT BUT??
THIS FEELS LIKE IT WOULD BE THE VAULT ON ATHENAS (IF THERE IS ONE) THOSE STAIRS (??) ARE GIVING ME THE VIBE. THERE IS UNFORTUNATELY NOT A LOT TO WORK OFF OF HERE, BUT THE PROJECTION THING IT’S DOING IS NEATO!!
okay so this is either paint or light. and i can’t tell if that’s a person up there or a statue or something? I feel like i can’t almost see a cross or something so...
THEN IT CUTS TO THIS? AND HOLY STARGATE VIBES BATMAN I LOVE IT
i have a huuuuge feeling at least one of these Vaults is going to appear in like a cutscene of a flashback where Rhys and/or Fiona describe what happened at the end of Tales. The reason I’m bringing this up right now is because this Vault is just... in a void. There’s nothing around it except that gradient which is really bizarre to me.
JUST
ALL OF THIS
HOLY HELL THAT LOOKS LIKE A FORTRESS IN THE BACKGROUND MAYBE THAT’S WHERE THE TWINS ‘LIVE’? I IMAGINE THEY HAVE SOME SORT OF PLACE TO SLEEP AT THE VERY LEAST
it has the mouthpiece shape on the top up there? although i guess that could also be a VERY crude statue of someone raising their hands to the sky?? but it looks like the mouthpiece symbol.
another shot of the HBC
intro to the rc
what i am assuming is the back area of the RC? but uh... given what we saw above, maybe this is in their fortress area???? imagine lilith teleports away because the twins stole the key from us and we have to sprint to their fortress base and when we get there it opens into a cutscene and Lilith is crawling on the ground away from them
mhmhmhmhmhmmm
heyo look at those shapes and colors on the left there. you know exactly what im gonna say
im gonna say it anyway
inhale atlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlas
okay i think i got it out of my system
it could also be dahl architecture (because it looks very very similar to the RC) painted with the colors of the CoV. Could also be that.
i do think it’s interesting because this is almost the exact same shot as this!!
which means this is here
and i can 100% see this being in their fortress (???) and not the RC. The RC has that huge area in the back we don’t explore yet, so it could be there but... now I’m thinking... what if that’s just so we find the clue that the sun smashers gave the key to the twins in the HBC? Like i know i said the room Shiv comes out of is gonna be it but... maybe the whole area is just for quest stuff? or there’s a loot room or smth. idk. it’s good to keep ur mind open to alternative possibilities, is all
we get to learn what color Tyreen’s power actually is! ... I think? I’m pretty sure. like im hopeful this happens before she steals Lily’s powers...? but?? anyway although the vid is washed out, if we look at the shot from the dev trailer, it seems to be purple/red. I thought it was straight red, but guess not. Unless this IS after she stole Lily’s powers and that’s why she’s looking at it like that LMAO. i don’t know!!
Troy with a little robot buddy! Did he build that?! it’s adorable! it reminds me of the one in the RC but without a snake body. I wonder if his body mods/arm/neural implants let him control it. that’d be so rad
... why did the background start glowing???
ty in the hbc!!!
same shot with troy. i think this is the same cutscene as the reveal trailer one (VS the Calypso Twins) just at a slightly different angle/animation
oh shit is that a demon boy in the background? i think it might be
definitely looks like the temple area!! those spikes look like they could’ve been part of one’s wings, you can even see the thin skin bit stretched out on the left next to tyreen. also... is that an eyeball on the part in the middle there? that’s horrifying. no thank you.
so far, literally the closest we see Troy near one. This is 100% after he shed the monster skin like a snake. ... I’m kidding. mostly.
also i can’t believe my art of the twins giving the rock on symbol is actually legit. i posted that literally the morning before their personalities were revealed in the demo, im so happy
if this is not the video we see in Shiv’s room I’m gonna be so disappointed. is that a sword behind the box? Also i think i understand why the Map Machine Broke now. I am under the assumption this happens before they steal lily’s powers, but it’s entirely possible it’s after! this looks like the area they steal them in, so maybe lily sees it on live stream and is like “NOPE FUCK THIS” and teleports in to steal it. that’d be really interesting... still hoping they steal her tats after the HBC tho. im gon b really upset if they dont lol (not really, because it’s fucking bl3, but like... why would u then go put the map with mouthpiece... why...)
troy has his tattoos here! that or his skin has been peeled off and he’s losing a lot of blood. let’s say he has his tattoos so i can sleep tonight :)
cuts to him catching the key? almost want to say this is a different scene entirely than the previous one. same area, probably though
hmhmhmhmhm the fortress (?????) doesn’t seem to be connected to a rock wall at all (it’s elevated on like a plateau) so you know what, maybe this IS in the RC afterall!
fuckin mlg over here
oh it stops glowing again. you know maybe its on like a timer/pulsing or something. maybe that’s not important lol
back at the monster. why does tyreen look nervous/in pain? AND WHERE DID HER FOREARM TATTOOS GO???
OH MY GOD
THEY ONLY START REAPPEARING AFTER SHE DOES THE SUCK ON SOMETHING BELOW HER
WAIT HOLD UP
UMM
wTF???
i think that’s the horn or part of the monster they were sitting on/had killed???
holy shit. are tyreen’s tattoos/powers temporary and she has to continuously suck the life force out of stuff to keep them going??????? maybe stronger stuff = longer battery life??? holy shit.
troy in jakobs manor! explains the psychos with tv heads being hung everywhere
i was about to say this was the HBC but its not. ‘HOLY CHILDREN’ maybe this is where the VHs are walking forward with the giant spike head behind them. you know, this area?
altho that would be the outside of it. ACTUALLY maybe this is the entrance to the fort?? the walls like like castle walls lol
what in the holy fuck is that thing??
it looks like a fucking dragon??? sitting on a wire ball?
where the heck is this? in the temple area maybe? i don’t ever remember the floors glowing, but they do look similar.
oh and the twins shake forearms again. maybe Tyreen is giving Troy half her powers or something and whenever she does her tattoos start to disappear so she has to suck more energy from other stuff to keep them present??
to this shot, so it’s a possibility. maybe they figured out how to “activate” stuff or something! And i am kinda thinking this is on Promethea now because of the Vault being similar? and the big demon boys appearing. but again like... the Eridians were kinda EVERYWHERE so it’s hard to say for certain even if the architecture looks similar. of course it would, they were goddamn everywhere. still curious as to why Little Blue gets that book, though. is it typhon’s book? a siren’s book? a researcher’s book? one of her ancestor’s books? i don’t know! lol
another shot of this. is this actually a vault???? it seems small and tbh the vaults are usually like... not shaped/designed like this? maybe it’s a statue. idk this feels wrong saying it’s a Vault. it doesn’t even have the inscriptions. maybe the academic district on athenas has a statue of a vault bc they’ve got a bunch of weird shit like Amara’s tattoos on a building and a vault symbol for a door so why the heck not this too lmao
the circus area with the ferris wheel! im so excited for this area. hype hype. it looks like it’s next to the motorcade. maybe this is where the big face arena place with pain and terror is, too!!! i could see the whole arena type deal being in a giant red circus tent
oooo where the fuck is this?? im interested. my first thought was a spaceship bc of the machinery (?) in the back but... maybe not?
maybe some part of the CoV spaces we’ve already seen? the railing in the back makes me think so.
back in the HBC!
space shot of Promethea (the asteroid belt and city lights)
it was at this point in the vid i started crying (like for real lol)
god im so ready for this game
Sanc-III!
colors check out
im still wondering where that blue ship is...
they have totally different paint designs and the blue one is on the cover art as well!!! what is UP with that gearbox?!
anyway, this is TAKE OFF and also a nice shot of Elpis in the background. the crackening lava seems to have died down over 7 or so years. good for her.
“Pandora”. i love the sky, holy shit that’s gorgeous. what’s in the sky there by the moon? i don’t know! maybe sanc-iii actually DOES have a cloaking device. damn, i was kidding, but that’d be amazing
eden-6! with the jakobs manor in the background. this looks vvvv similar if not the same area we got the moze gameplay in
Promethea!!!!!!! wow this place is gorgeous holy shit
as this shot appears lily says “wherever the hunt for the Vaults takes us” which is likely implying this isn’t promethea. athenas, then? It’s possible, we see Maliwan has occupied at LEAST the academic district so i could see them excavating a Vault.
THERE’S A BIRD where do we see birds??? on eden-6, but this 100% does not look like eden-6 to me... it would explain the temple, though....... because tannis has the floor tile in her office the same time she’s crawling around inside a dino so... maybe???
we’ll have to see! I kinda hope it’s promethea, seeing large buildings and cranes and shit would only really fit my views of Promethea and Pandora.... the whole area is giving off weird blue sparkly effects, maybe it has been teleported or summoned or something? i don’t really know what’s up with that tbh.
it cuts off on this shot
wondering if this is like a character selection screen or smth it reminds me of the persona “press start” screens haha
also the art in the background is pretty rad. anyway that’s all for now folks
im gonna go pass out now, it’s 4:12 in the am. gnight
edit: i got my acronyms for the hbc and rc messed up bc i am a v tired.
#borderlands#bl3#borderlands 3#oh man oh me oh my#panel breakdown#the calypso twins#tyreen calypso#has anyone else noticed that about her tattoos yet?#i was busy working on my mock opening so all i got was the message then ran to do this asap lol#i would just like someone to tell me if im crazy or not#because i swear she doesn't have tattoos on her forearm#and then they appear#after she starts using her powers
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Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au with @cynoirsure
a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.
8/35 (Valentines Day Special Part 1)
word count: 3.8k
warnings: swearing
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YOUR POV
Per Taehyung’s request, everyone went to go look their best. After receiving the text, Jinhee rolled over in her bed, groaning. Having to do a full face of makeup in her suite-style bathroom was bound to turn out embarrassing or take forever, so instead of creating anxiety for herself by taking too long and making her suite mates wait, she went with the second best option: go to Hoseok and Seokjin’s apartment using the spare key to do her makeup there.
She stood up, eyeing the nice dresses she had brought up from her weekend trip back home. They were originally for her performance midterms, but the strapless dark red dress with a sweetheart neckline seemed to match with her dark silver hair at the moment, as well as the occasion. Jinhee grabbed the dress, as well as her makeup bag and slipped on a pair of black heels so she could head over to Seokjin and Hoseok’s to get ready.
The walk to Seokjin’s apartment didn’t take long, since it was only a block away from her own dorm, but the fact that they hadn’t salted the streets had really made Jinhee struggle the whole way there, especially in heels that had no traction. The amount of times she had almost slipped had gone up to the double digits by the time she finally grabbed onto the gate of Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment complex and she couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the snow.
“Seriously, I will bring this up to Namjoon the next time he has a meeting with the Dean...” Jinhee lifted up the little pot sitting outside of the 3-story complex, opening the front door and the door adjacent into Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment.
“Seokjin, I don’t care what narcissistic comment you have to say to yourself to get hyped for tonight, I’m using your makeup mirror for my own purposes!” Jinhee yelled into the apartment, seemingly a lot less sexually energized, considering what day it was.
“Abut time you came!” Seokjin’s head peeked out from his room, a smile on his face after seeing Jinhee taking off her heels at the door. He eyed the garment bag in her hand, raising an eyebrow. “What dress did you bring?”
“Oh, you’ve never seen it, my mom brought it back after her trip.” She shrugged, pulling it out of the bag. “It looked expensive, like I think it’s around the same price point as the entrees at the restaurant Tae wants to take us to.” She laughed, hanging the dress on the back of Seokjin’s dorm so it wouldn’t wrinkle. Seokjin’s jaw dropped, not used to how nonchalant Jinhee was with money.
“Weren’t you just struggling to pay for that bag of chips yesterday? With pocket money change? What have you done with my Jinhee?” He asked completely baffled, Jinhee shrugged again, pushing him out of the room so she could change.
“I am broke! I have 3,000 KRW to my name right now!” She yelled from the room, quickly changing into the dress. “Can you help me zip up my dress though? I can do my makeup in here if you need the bathroom...” Seokjin opened the door, seeing as Jinhee didn’t bother to lock said door so that he could zip up her dress. His fingers gingerly touched her back, zipping up her dress carefully.
“All I need to do is style my hair, but why would you pull out this dress when you have some other cute dresses that aren’t this...expensive?” Seokjin spun her around, now making eye contact with her instead of him facing her back for her dress.
“Because!” Jinhee whined a little, reaching for her makeup back. “If sugar daddy Taehyung wants me to look good, then you bet your ass I’m gonna look good!” She went to go sit down at Seokjin’s vanity, carefully moving his makeup so that she could do her own. Seokjin cringed at her statement, running his fingers through his hair before sitting down on his bed.
“Jinhee, please don’t call my bros that, especially when we both know Kim Taehyung is younger than you...” Seokjin stood up once more, going to his closet and pulling a simple white dress shirt and a black blazer that had gold accents from the neckline down and closing with hooks at the torso from his closet. He went to go change in the bathroom as Jinhee beat her face, going for a red eye makeup look to match her dress, blending her eye shadow till her arms hurt. Once he came back out form changing, Jinhee was already putting on her eyeliner and her mascara. She looked up at him, giving him a thumbs up and a grin.
“Damn, if I didn’t know you were a crackhead, I would’ve gone after you instead of—“ Jinhee purposely cut herself off, silencing herself by applying mascara on her bottom lashes. Seokjin’s eyebrow quirked, grinning.
“Oh? So Choi Jinhee, are you looking good per Kim Taehyung’s orders, or for—“
“Kim Seokjin if you do not shut the FUCk U—“
“Jinhee? When did you get here?” Hoseok walked into Seokjin’s room, Jinhee scowling at Seokjin from his vanity and Seokjin grinning at her, leaning against the doorframe of his personal bathroom. “Damn, baby girl cleans up well.” Hoseok smirked at Jinhee, making her cheeks burn.
“Jung Hoseok, I will kick you out of this apartment and let Jinhee move in. Isn’t flirting with y/n and teasing your Little enough for you?” He glared at Hoseok, who only frowned in return.
“So I can’t compliment girls anymore? You’re so mean to me, Seokjinnie hyung...” The pout was extremely prominent in Hoseok’s voice, making Jinhee laugh as she applied her highlighter. Seokjin only rolled his eyes, giving Hoseok’s outfit a once-over one more time. Hoseok was wearing a loose fitting white silk shirt and black dress pants with a design on them that you could only see with the lighting, hair parted so that there were light waves in his hair.
“You’re welcome, Hoseok.” Seokjin smiled at Hoseok, his eyes traveling to Jinhee’s shoes when she had come in. A pair of black suede lace up heels, they were almost 2 inches in length, something not really abnormal for her short stature, but Seokjin did applaud the fact that she walked to their apartment in those heels.
“Jinhee, you know that you’re still gonna be shorter than both Jimin and Yoongi with these little heels, right?” Seokjin’s comment made Jinhee look up.
It took about 4 seconds till the comment registered, but when it sank in, Jinhee seemed to frizzle up like a Studio Ghibli character.
“KIM SEOKJIN!” Her voice rang loud, getting up to beat him up. If Seokjin didn’t really know her, he’d actually be scared of her beating him up, but there was a smile on her face when she came stomping over to him, so he only captured her in his arms easily, letting her squirm as the three of them laughed about his comment.
“You wear heels every day! No one’s gonna notice how tall you’ve gotten! Now let’s go down, I wanna see you bust your shit outside,” Seokjin listen Jinhee onto the floor again, the three of them going back out to the living room to get their coats and shoes on.
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“Oppa, what the fuck do I wear so it looks like I’m rich or something?” You frowned at your closet, going through it for what seemed like the 10th time in the last 5 minutes. Jimin groaned and sat up from your bed.
“y/n, if you don’t just pick a dress, we’ll have to rush getting ready and you and I both know that we’re going to take a while,” he said running his hands through his hair. You made a sound of agreement and grabbed the blue dress in your closet that you wore for one of your sisters’ 24th. You carefully folded it into your bag which already occupied your makeup and hair bags as well as your heels and wore your coat, telling Jimin to fix your bed before leaving your dorm.
The two of you walked carefully across campus to his and Taehyung’s dorm, the ice and snow on the ground making the usual 10 minute walk into 15 (you burst into laughter as Jimin slid and busted his ass, but quickly offered your hand to help him up). The moment you stepped out of the elevator onto Jimin’s floor, you could hear the bass of a remix of “A Good Night” by John Legend. Jimin shook his head having no doubt in his mind that the music was coming from his dorm. “God, if Yoongi hyung wasn’t our RA, we’d have been kicked out by noise complaints by now.”
Taehyung popped his head out of the bathroom at the sound of the door opening and closing, a smile forming once he met eyes with the two of you. He greeted you both brightly before ontinuing his skincare routine, singing along to whatever blasted on his speakers. Jimin turned down the music a bit, offering you his desk to set up your makeup equipment. You started moisturizing your skin as Jimin went to he bathroom, casually making conversation with Taehyung as he stripped and entered the shower.
Jimin took his time in the shower and by the time he finished and dried off, you were already starting your hair while Taehyung was scrolling through his Instagram feed on his bed. You turned to Taehyung, your lips pursed in thought. “Oppa, do you think I should wear hoops?”
He eyed your makeup and waved hair, “What does your dress look like?”
Trilling your lips, you told him to wait as you shuffled to their bathroom, kicking Jimin out to change. He pouted in process, going to Taehyung’s closet to pick out an outfit for tonight. They froze as you stepped out and turned to face them. Jimin looked at you, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t you think that dress is a little too short, y/n?”
You scoffed and crossed your arms ass you stared at him, firing back almost immediately at the dressing boy, “don’t you think your shirt is buttoned too low, Oppa?”
Taehyung cackled at your comeback, “I, for one, think you lot hot yet very classy. But something’s missing besides the hoops,” Your eyes followed Taehyung’s movement as he stood and searched for a box by his desk. He hummed and pulled out two sets of jewelry, “do you want Swarovski or Pandora, y/n?”
“Swarovski,” you answered and thanked him as he attached the choker of diamonds to your neck. Taehyung smiled, “There you go. I also have some rings here that Jiminie likes to borrow, you can wear them too if you want.”
“You’re too kind to me, Oppa.”
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On another floor, Kevin was scrolling through the earlier messages, barely remembering replying to the main group chat in the first place. His room was quiet, something he had always wished for on regular days, but still very appreciated.
Kevin squinted. A normal Thursday would never be this quiet. He looked at his phone again, seeing the day it was. Something in his head clicked about the day, making him shoot out of bed. Kim Taehyung had invited all of them to a fancy ass restaurant and he had about an hour to get ready.
He hopped out of bed, turning on his speaker on his bed and plugging his phone in. After settling for some old school Zion.T, he made his way to his closet, checking out his different selections. He had some nice clothes reserved for things like when Jinhee once dragged him to the opera or when he had some frat house events, but there was one shirt in his closet that he had never touched all year.
Considering what the item was, it was quite obvious why he hadn’t worn it out yet -- a plain white Gucci shirt with the signature Gucci snakes on the collar. Kevin grinned at the shirt choice, knowing Taehyung, the one with expensive taste, would definitely appreciate it. He grabbed the shirt, along with a pair of nicely pressed dress pants, his trusted brown belt, and his light brown pea coat, preparing for the night in his dorm.
Tucking his shirt into his pants, Kevin did a once over on his appearance in the mirror. He frowned, not satisfied with how his hairstyle didn’t match with his outfit. How could anyone just have a fancy ass outfit and plain ass hair?
Opening his drawer, he grabbed the pomade, styling his hair till it looked presentable with the rest of his outfit. He really wanted to impress at least someone at the table who wasn’t his sibling, Big, or idiotic best friends. Once he was done for real, he walked over to his phone, opening their group chat’s map to track everyone’s movement. Kevin watched Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jinhee’s icons moving towards their dorm, where they agreed to meet to go to the restaurant. Carefully looping his belt through the loops, Kevin checked himself out one last time in the mirror before grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys. Slipping on his coat and some dress shoes, he locked the door before heading for the stairs to lightly jog down and wait in the lobby.
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“Oh, there’s Ke-- OKAY BITCH POP OFF!” Jinhee’s voice rang loud when Kevin walked out of the building to wait in the front with the three, feeling embarrassed by how loud his best friend was. Hoseok only gave Kevin his brightest grin and a thumbs up, and Seokjin was busy texting initially until his soulmate had yelled, making him look up.
Kevin approached the three, Hoseok and Seokjin looking completely fine, Hoseok’s coat even open, but Jinhee wrapped tightly in her own light gray pea coat, shivering slightly.
“Is that fucking Gucci? Ugh, we love a man with taste.” Seokjin grinned, lightly punching Kevin’s shoulder. “You know who’s gonna appreciate that--”
“Do I spot king snake and an eye?” Taehyung’s excited voice cut off Seokjin, the said man running excitedly to their growing group of friends. Kevin smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I can’t believe you got your hands on that! Literally every store I went to either sold out or didn’t have the shirt in my size,” Taehyung grinned lightly holding Kevin’s shirt collar.
“So you can buy a Gucci shirt, but you can’t go out with me for pho?” you pouted crossing your arms.
“You’re broke as fuck, what do you mean?” Kevin pointed his finger at you, the group laughing as you agreed with him. You stood close to Jinhee, both of you trying to conserve warmth.
“Can I join in on this little group hug?” Hoseok smirked flirtatiously, his gaze making you zip up your jacket. Jinhee rolled her eyes, “Can you go one day without hitting on us?”
“Oh c’mon, I’m just teasing.” He chuckled putting an arm around Jimin, “besides, I can’t help it when both of you look like complete snacks.”
“I don’t really snack,” Jinhee said nonchalantly deflecting his pick-up line, “I’m more like a 2 meals a day kind of girl.”
Meanwhile, Taehyung began counting all of you, announcing that the uber should be there soon. “Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook are running a bit late, they’re going to meet us there.” Seokjin announced, his lips pursing. “This is gonna be funny, considering Yoongi doesn’t like driving, Namjoon doesn’t have a license, and Jungkook doesn’t have his car, but I’m sure that lineage will find something out.” The black SUV rolled up to the front of the dorm, the seven of you piling into the van.—
You knew that the place that Taehyung chose was expensive, but this place was expensive expensive. The seven of you who were already at the restaurant looked around in wonder, attention divided between many things: the live music, the intricate art on the walls, hell, even the fountain in the middle and the greenery drew your attention away from the fact that this was a restaurant, and an expensive one at that.
Taehyung thanked the server as they showed you to your table, various plates stacked and utensils propped next to each other. Taehyung sat down first, Seokjin feeling quite obligated to sit next to his Little and saving the last three seats on their side of the table for the lineage missing. Across from Taehyung sat Kevin, Jimin next to him with Jinhee’s chair basically attached to his, since Jimin was busy hugging the life out of Jinhee to warm her. Hoseok and you sat at the far opposite end of Taehyung, but you were excited to be accompanied by the lineage that was to come in soon.
You picked up the menu, your eyes almost bulging at the first thing your eyes landed on.The salad appetizer was equivalent to 22,000 KRW and you felt your heart almost drop at the price.
Those of you who weren’t entitled to 500,000 KRW a week for allowance stared at the menu in shock, Taehyung on the other hand resembled a child on Christmas morning, excitedly looking over the pages. “Oh I can’t wait to have a good steak and tuna tartare!”
“Kev...do you want to just share something?” you muttered, “I barely have enough money in my bank to get a salad and soda.”
“Did you forget that I’m paying y/n?” Taehyung grinned, “order whatever the hell you want, it’s no problem, really!”
“Are you absolutely sure about that?” Hoseok asked, “because you know that we eat like pigs.”
“Be my guest, we’re eating good tonight ladies and gentlemen.”
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A few minutes after the seven of you ordered beverages (Seokjin used his ID to buy some cocktails for you underage kids - with the exception of Jinhee who didn’t want to drink), three well-dressed boys walked to your table, each sporting different colors of royal blue, red, and grey. The boys of Beta Tau whistled as they greeted each other with high fives and hugs.
“Wow hold on, what happened to our baby Kook?” Hoseok cheered, making you look up. You almost choked on your water, covering your mouth. Jungkook smiled shyly, taking the seat across from you. The three seats that you had left for the latecomers were all next to each other, so after Jungkook sat down, Namjoon sat to his left and Yoongi sat in between Seokjin and Namjoon.
“I went over to Joon’s apartment after taking care of Killmonger and Yeontan because someone said he needed a little daddy’s time” Yoongi squinted at Taehyung, “and then the kid ran into his apartment panicked so we helped him out by making him look more grown.” Yoongi grinned, his eyes flickering over the two huddled close together across from him before he looked at the youngest. Your gaze was also fixed on Jungkook, watching him play around with the hair that had been styled away from his eyes. Now that his hair was away from his eyes, you could see his doe eyes clearly, and they seemed to hold stars in them when he watched his Big or Grand talking.
“If it wasn’t for us, he’d be wearing a white t-shirt and jeans.” Namjoon chuckled, making Jungkook frown and cross his arms.
“Namjoon hyung is so mean to me…” Jungkook pouted, directing his attention to you. “Isn’t that right, y/n? I can dress well when I want to…”
“Mm, considering you come to class every other day in monochromatic sweats, I don’t really think I have the best place to be judging…” You let out a giggle when Jungkook only whined, rolling his eyes with a smile. The waiter came back with the drinks you all ordered beforehand, giving everyone an excuse to quiet down for a little bit.
“Is there anything you have your eye out on, Chim?” Jinhee’s menu was propped up in between them, both willingly so they both could look at the menu and unwillingly since Jimin was still holding onto her, his arm not around her traveling up her leg.
“Mmm, nothing in particular, too bad they don’t serve you on the menu,” Jimin pouted, his hand stopping on her mid thigh. “you look like a complete meal that I’d like to devour.” Jimin winked at her, making her shiver. His hand continued to travel up her leg, two fingers walking higher instead of him just rubbing his hand on her thigh. Taking the opportunity, she stopped his hand from traveling her thigh by holding it in her hand, going back to looking at the menu. Jinhee shot Seokjin a panicked look, the oldest quirking a brow before rolling his eyes.
“Jiminie, why would you want to eat Jinhee?” Seokjin’s voice cut off Jimin’s flirt, making Jimin look up as well. “First of all, she wouldn’t be very tasty, and also, why do that when there’s lobster mac and cheese with truffle on this menu oh my go—“
“Mm, I think the phyllo wrapped halibut sounds good, I might order that.” Jinhee cut off Seokjin’s comment. She only nodded, a smile gracing her lips. “Also Chim, you can let go of me, I’m warm enough now…” She giggled, slowly peeling away from Jimin. He only sighed, picking up his menu and looking through it on his own. Jinhee started to scoot away from Jimin, although her hand never really left his, the both of their hands clasped with each other. Yoongi took a glance at their hands, his lips only thinning into an unimpressed expression.
“This is why I don’t like this day all that often…” He muttered, the only people who picked up on his comment being Namjoon and Seokjin seated next to him. Namjoon’s mouth quirked into a small smile, entertained at how whipped his Big was for the girl.
The two at the opposite ends of the table, you and Jungkook and Kevin and Taehyung seemed to be in different worlds as the evening went on. Kevin and Taehyung were currently engrossed in a conversation of things that have happened in the past during Beta Tau parties and Taehyung’s wild travel stories.
“It’s so sad,” Taehyung frowned, resting his chin on his hand. “I mean, traveling alone and/or with Tannie is always fun, but I want to travel with someone so I can take all these candids of them, you know? And they don’t know until I develop them and then like give them in a shoe box or something like that. That’s romantic, right?” Taehyung looked up at Kevin, the younger’s eyebrow only quirking.
“Why don’t you take Jimin?” Kevin asked carefully. Everyone knew that Jimin and Taehyung were soulmates, but they’ve only traveled together once and it was less than a week. Taehyung covered his mouth, a small laugh coming from him.
“Kevin~ I said I wanted to do romantic things like kissing a significant other with the Eiffel Tower behind us, not losing Jiminie for a week and then reuniting.” Taehyung explained. Kevin caught the use of the gender neutral term, but didn’t think much about it. Maybe since he’s international?
Kevin’s train of thought was cut off when the waiter came back, asking for everyone’s order at the table. One by one everyone ordered, Jungkook and Hoseok milking the most out of Taehyung’s offer of free food, and everyone began talking across the table like normal. Taehyung stood up, holding his drink out to the others.
“To all the kinds of love out there! Happy Valentines day!” You all clinked your glasses of drinks, drinking to Taehyung’s toast. As the dinner went on, everyone was engrossed in different conversations, you and Jungkook especially in a conversation about the online game, Fortnite.
“I mean, my favorite position is sniper, but I think it’s just because I’m too pussy to go out and seek people…” You laughed, shaking your head. “Like, what if I turn a corner and the opposing team is there? Bam, I’m dead!” You frowned, your hands animating your demise. Jungkook only laughed at this, a smile growing on his face.
“Is that so? We should play duos together then, I bet I could help you with that aspect. And then you can protect me from afar as a sniper!” Jungkook smiled gleefully, his innocent smile in stark contrast to his deep silk v-neck. You were trying to not lose it on the opposite side of the table, but that thought only stayed in the back of your head as you continued talking to him. You shook your head, sighing.
“You’re like, probably a pro, there’s a reason why you’re known as the golden maknae of Beta Tau and why Jinhee calls you Ivy League Kook… I’m not that good, I just think it’s fun!” You exhaled. Jungkook quirked a brow, tilting his head. It took everything in him to not jump over the table and kiss you, your pout was almost too much for him to handle. He smiled, but he wanted to change the subject before he could jump the table.
“Oh, that reminds me, I have a volleyball game coming up, you should come!” Jungkook smiled, taking a sip of his water. You blinked at his sudden 180, tilting your head.
“Huh? Kookie, I go to all your games, why would I miss it?” You grinned. Jungkook only tilted his head, his smile only growing wider. “Besides, I get free stuff hehe.”
“Ah, a constant I appreciate!” Jungkook grinned at you, but before you guys could continue the conversation, the food had arrived to the table, and there was already talks about going back to 2seok’s apartment for more drinks that weren’t just fancy cocktails. You pursed your lips. Tonight was about to get more interesting.
-to be continued-
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#rush!bts au#collab!#bts college au#bts#bangtan boys#bangtan#beyond the scene#bts au#bts fake texts#bts texts#bts edits#bts scenarios#seokjin#namjoon#yoongi#hoseok#jimin#taehyung#jungkook
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WIP’s
I was tagged by @itsstillnotwhatyouthink and she seriously does not understand the Pandora’s box she just opened!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snipped of it or tell you something about it!
Choices
Crimson Rain
Veiled Memories- chapter 8, it’s mostly chunks atm all Liza and Bastien right now but Liam is coming and after what he found out in Bed of Lies he is PISSED!
Chapter 9, not much yet, just dealing with some aftermath of chapter 8
Bitter Mistakes this might end up in chapter 9 or become chapter 10 or go in some other chapter, who knows but my muse was inspired so I wrote it, this section is more or less finished.
The Rise Chapter one- roughly half finished just the Endless Summer gang atm, I need screenshots of chapter 13 of book 2 with romancing Sean to finish their portion. I have to figure out what book to pull in next. This is still in the planning stages.
Falling For You Christmas 1/3 down? I’m seriously bad.
The Short Stick Bastien x Olivia my unfinished Kinky Card future glimpse of Baslivia from Falling For You.
Here Tonight chapter 4 of Made For You, I have started this four times and deleted it all.
True Colors chapter 2 of Reclaiming Destiny AND Something More tiny bit done, supposed to have the conversation between Liam and Bastien and so much more and I’m so blocked. 🤦🏻♀️
Reclaiming Destiny Christmas about half finished I’m so bad.
Chapter 7 of Starting Over, Together I have the beginning that is it. Supposed to be a Bailey and Drake chapter since I feel bad for the Bailey and Liam chapter, atm it’s Liam. God my muse.
Maneater
Bad Press Addi x Justin, yup Addi is going there with Justin but remember there is no assassins in this AU so he’s just the press secretary and gonna fall under her spell.
Homewrecker Addi x Landon, Landon is as much to blame as Addison is any cheating going on here.
Wild Card Addi x ??? The last installment of Maneater, have the beginning and end, just need the middle.
Whiskey’s Best Friend Addi x Drake, she’s gonna use whiskey and Tariq in her room to break Drake. Dear lord I’m sorry.
Under the Stars Addi x Maxwell, not started will happen on the rooftop at the UN dinner.
Following Her Heart
Fluffy horse ride, I keep scrapping everything, I had a good train of thought and my child kept breaking it. Basically I want Percy to bring Beauty (what I named Marabella’s Dream) to Winchester to surprise Athena.
Second Day in Rome, pretty self explanatory still figuring this out.
Unnamed, shortly before the wedding
Chance Meets Cleo, what happens when Chance meets Athena’s Christmas Cleo the baby Savannah.
Side by Side chapter 1, I need to finish it, this chapter will change Liam’s reaction to the pictures.
Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You Lennox x Rashad three days before All We’d Ever Need in Law of Love
Kiara x Landon, supposed to be a drunken ONS at the wedding reception.
One Night of Fun Chris x MC x Zig, just a threesome.
What a Way to Say it’s Over part three, Matt and Lilith finally talk, not much done yet.
Story of a Duke
Juvenile Mischief, Alex and Percy getting into trouble at boarding school.
Alex x Percy my muse is toying with OC x OC slash.
And I have a request for Percy x Bastien
Liam x MC x Drake- request I keep starting and deleting everything I just am not happy with anything.
Draxwell, they need to come back yet I keep deleting everything I write.
Double Teamed is supposed to be Damien x MC x Drake I haven’t even really started it. Have a Dramien that’s supposed to be before this too.
Becoming More Drake x Liam in the beginning after It Started With a Kiss. Part of In Their Hearts
Supernatural
Saviors chapter 2, John and Liz are both dealing with their attraction in this Supernatural AU.
Turnabout is FairPlay John and Reader, John isn’t too happy about You’ve Been a Bad Boy.
Watching You John x Reader x Dean I had an idea it fizzled I may change the name and use a spn kink bingo prompt.
And I have so many prompts (some from Halloween 🤦🏻♀️ and requests of crack pairs and ideas and yikes!) I searched all my documents and still feel like I’m missing something! 🙈
Tagging: @ladywinchester1967 @time-travel-bouqet @leelee10898 @zaffrenotes @stopforamoment @darley1101 @blackcatkita @blackcoffee85 @missjenniferb @julesthequirky @dean-winchesters-bacon @walkerismychoice @boneandfur
#wip tag#so many wips#crimson rain#following her heart#starting over together#the rise#reclaiming destiny#something more#in their hearts#side by side#saviors#what a way to say its over#story of a duke#maneater au#falling for you#made for you#long post
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Pattaya - A brief history of Thailand's PARTY TOWN
#Pattaya - A brief history of #Thailand's PARTY TOWN - It started off as nothing more than a small fishing village on the Gulf of Thailand. Its long sweeping bay was dotted with a few boats and shacks where the villagers lived.
Then a group of 500 American soldiers stationed at a military base in Nakhon Ratchasima were driven to Pattaya on June 29, 1959, for a week of rest and relaxation (R&R).
They rented several houses at the southern end of the beach from a prominent local, Luang Sunthorn, thus opening a Pandora's box for this sleepy fishing village.
Word spread among American soldiers stationed in the region and Pattaya quickly become a hot alternative destination to the concrete sprawl of Bangkok. GIs had put Pattaya on the map as the best beach destination to unwind and indulge.
When large numbers of troops began to arrive at the neighbouring Baan Sattahip air base, now known as U-tapao airport, things really started to pick up in Pattaya.
After almost half a century, Pattaya has transformed itself from a getaway destination for international soldiers during the Vietnam War to Thailand's best-known red light district among sex tourists from every corner of the world.
Pattaya in the 1960's
While Prime Minister Prayut Chan-o-cha's administration has furiously vowed to crack down on prostitution and clean up the sleazy image of Pattaya, local NGOs see this as an opportunity for society to accept the truth and solve problems that have been ignored for decades.
KEEPING THE GI SPIRIT ALIVE
The Thai and the US governments signed an agreement to provide R&R facilities in Thailand during the Vietnam War. In 1964, GIs started to arrive in U-tapao, the first US army base not far from Pattaya's beach area.
From then on until 1976, about 700,000 international soldiers were sent for R&R each year, spending one week in Thailand to party.
Women selling sex for a living is nothing new to Thai society. In 1680 during the Ayutthaya period, prostitution was fully legal and there were even state-run brothels. The skin trade was largely confined to the Bangkok area. But as soon as international soldiers started to descend on Pattaya, it became the new destination for sex workers to expand their customer base.
Sex workers adapted to the new customers, learning about exchange rates, rock and roll and the various army ranks as well as picking up the slang. They were providing services to young soldiers, some traumatised by war, in a rush to enjoy their week off before going back to the war.
https://bangkokjack.com/2018/11/04/truth-about-thai-prostitutes/
When the North Vietnamese won the war in 1975, the fortunes of Pattaya fell into a brief slump. With all the soldiers gone, many of the bars, clubs and sex workers were forced into early retirement, yet the town endured and was reinvigorated by a new wave of hedonistic visitors from near and far.
Pattaya was named a city in 1978 and began to market itself to a broader range of tourists.
Although circumstances are different from those in the 1970s, many GIs still head right to the heart of the infamous destination, where things haven't changed that much. After the Vietnam War, many servicemen remained in Pattaya.
They married Thai women, opened bars and restaurants and kept the GI spirit alive. Today thousands of American servicemen still come to Pattaya every year to participate in the joint Thai-US military exercise known as Cobra Gold.
PARADISE FOR AGEING LOTHARIOS
For a lonely old American like Matt, it's nearly impossible to find a nice young girl back home in California. But the sexagenarian still hasn't given up hope of finding the next Mrs Right.
After three failed marriages to Western women, Matt stopped looking at white girls because he thought they are not capable of love. He shifted his sights to a more exotic option -- Asian girls. When appearances alone can't win love, Matt realised there's one guaranteed way to catch the perfect lady: money.
Pattaya was the only place he could think of that would fulfil his Asian dream. He made his first trip 10 years ago in the quest to find his true love. But when he arrived, he was very surprised to find how easy it is to find love in Pattaya.
"Love happens every day here. I usually come here for three months a year. I stay in a cheap condo I bought and I can't tell you how many girls I've brought over to my love nest," Matt says proudly.
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"I thought I would settle down with a nice Thai lady and have a warm loving family together, but the ladies here are not wife material. It's all about the money for them. I used to date a much younger lady and she always asked for money. She said I had to send her money every month, buy her a house and send her kid to school. If that's what love is here in Pattaya, I don't want it. Why bother when I can get someone new every day?"
"Good guys go to Heaven, bad guys go to Pattaya" -- the expression appears to be the slogan of Pattaya City. The motto may reek of sarcasm but it confirms the mindset of many tourists who come to Pattaya just for sexual shenanigans.
"I come here every year to relax and, of course, to meet young and beautiful ladies. When I first came here five years ago, I picked up a lot of girls from bars, but nowadays I can pick up girls anywhere and any time," boasts a 58-year-old Danish man who wished to remain anonymous.
https://bangkokjack.com/2018/12/27/truth-thai-bar-girls/
RAKING IN THE BAHT
Supin, a 28-year-old sex worker from Surin province in the Northeast, came to Pattaya when she was 21 at the suggestion of a friend. Needing to raise money to send her children to school, Supin decided to leave home and earn some money.
She went to Bangkok a year prior to Pattaya to work in a restaurant as a waitress where she earned 280 baht a day plus tips. But the money was never enough to feed her whole family after her Thai husband left her with two children, making her the main breadwinner.
When her friend suggested she could earn more money in Pattaya, Supin didn't think of anything else but her family. She was fully aware of what that might involve, but she was willing to do anything to bring in much-needed cash.
"I first came here to work in a beer bar. I only served drinks at that time until some customers offered me for money for sex. When I first earned 2,000 baht in one day instead of 280 baht, I realised I could actually do this for a living," Supin says.
Thanadda "Ning" Swangnetr, a 48-year-old activist and public figure who gained fame with an award-winning book exposing her life as a sex worker, told Spectrum that what forced her into prostitution when she was 18 was financial problems.
"I had a kid when I was very young from unprotected sex. I needed a lot of money to raise my child. But I only graduated high school and I had no skills. I ended up with a low-paid job earning 3,500 baht a month in Bangkok. Then a friend told me I could earn 5,000 baht a month working in a bar serving drinks in Pattaya. I decided to go since I could earn more money," Ning says.
"When I first arrived, they placed me in a room with a glass window in front. Girls were picked by customers and served them drinks. I didn't get picked for a week and thought this may not be the right job for me. Then a tour guide asked me to spend time with him in his hotel room for 4,000 baht, which was a lot of money in 1985, and I thought this is a lot of money for just one night. I then became hooked on the temptation of the large amount of money I could earn in one day."
Ning thought about quitting many times since selling herself was not something that she could tell everyone about proudly. But at the end of the day, it brought in money to feed her whole family. She occasionally did other jobs, but they never paid as much as being a sex worker.
"I was hooked on the money. I had enough to send back to my family and I even had enough to entertain myself, buy new clothes, go clubbing and actually live my life," Ning says.
PROSTITUTES, WHAT PROSTITUTES?
British newspapers The Sun and the Daily Mirror recently ran articles describing Pattaya as "the world's sex capital" and as a "modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah", sparking anger among government officials, especially PM Prayut. He has vowed to crack down on illegal businesses and prostitution in Pattaya, viewing them as a major embarrassment for Thailand.
Pattaya City officials, local police units and administrative units of Chon Buri held a press conference on the new policy, Pattaya Happy Zone, which has been immediately implemented with the main purpose of keeping popular areas of Pattaya under control and crime-free.
The Happy Zone is being enforced in the infamous Walking Street in order to control all illegal activities to make sure that the holiday experience in Pattaya is hassle-free for everyone.
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Pol Col Apichai Krobpetch, the Pattaya police superintendent, told Spectrum that Pattaya is not a hub for the sex trade. He was upset about the British media's stories, insisting they were fabricated.
"There is no such thing as prostitution in Pattaya," says Col Apichai. "Where did they get the figure of 27,000 sex workers in Pattaya? Anyone can make up this information.
"We are working very hard to keep these issues under control. We patrol every night to make sure that there are no sex workers on the streets. We make sure that all the bars follow the law and we keep our eyes on every entertainment venue and beer bar.
"Thai ladies having sex with foreigners is their personal issue. If they like each other, I don't see anything wrong with what they do behind closed doors.
"As the police chief in charge of this area, I can guarantee that Pattaya is still a safe and beautiful place to visit."
NICE LITTLE EARNER FOR THE COPS
While the police are defending Pattaya as a safe and clean place, social worker Surang Janyam, the director of Service Workers IN Group Foundation, suggests we should stop fooling ourselves that prostitution does not exist in Thailand and start thinking about ways to include sex workers as part of society and as human beings with dignity.
"We can't close our eyes and pretend that there are no sex workers in Thailand. The estimated number published in the Daily Mirror is totally inaccurate -- 27,000 sex workers in Pattaya is way too low. We have a lot more sex workers than that. However, the actual number is not the real issue," Ms Surang says.
"We have to think what we can do to improve their lives and well-being. Cracking down on prostitution and arresting sex workers won't solve the problem as they will end up having no job and no money. Meanwhile, the real issue is not them selling themselves for money. The real issue is that the government doesn't do anything to improve the dire economic situation that forces many people into this seedy business.
"Forget about legalising prostitution. How about decriminalising it altogether and bringing sex workers under the labour law? That way they can at least get some social welfare and get the same treatment each human deserves."
Chantawipa Apisuk, director of the Empower Foundation who has been working on the issue for more than 30 years, says there have been many attempts to solve the problem but none has been successful.
She suggests that instead of cracking down and banning the sex trade, the government should reach out to sex workers and ask them what they want. Then the two sides can meet halfway in order to keep everything under control.
While prostitution remains a never-ending issue, Ms Chantawipa worries that the legalisation or decriminalisation of prostitution may not be happen in her lifetime because there is a bigger issue behind it.
"Prostitution in Thailand is all about bribery. Owners of each venue must bribe the police to keep their business going. If prostitution becomes legal, how else will the cops make money? Don't forget that a big part of our income also stems from this type of business," says Ms Chantawipa.
"The police only crack down when they have to compile human trafficking reports. With the way our country is run, I doubt this issue will ever be solved."
Ning fully agrees with the legalisation of prostitution but her main concern is that sex workers will be labelled and stigmatised further.
"Legally registering as a sex worker means they also accept their status selling sex for living. Thais have a negative attitude towards this type of work even though many people earn a living this way," says Ning.
"I have many friends still in the sex trade. They are abused, they get injured and some have died from getting beaten up. We are too afraid to file a report with the police since what we do is not legal. We should be protected under the same law no matter what we do."
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EPISODE 4:
HOH: ANDREW
EVICTED: SILENCE 8-4
JESS:
Pandora's box. You are kidding me right? I'm done. bye.
JESS:
Actually jk jk. I'm not done. Clearly this was an inside job. Two people pooled their money together and clearly got it. The real question is... will this get back to me or not. I'm so discouraged right now. I feel like for some reason people don't trust me? I'm going for HOH right now but I ALSO don't want to hear what other people think I should do with it if I get it.BUT also I should worry about that if/when it happens. WE ARE MANIFESTING THIS WIN LADIES! This are still too shaky in this house. I need more answers. I need more people. I just need a pint and a side hoe and I'm good. Everyone seems to be pairing up and I feel like I have no one to turn to right now. We got: Kristine and Chris Brien and Madison Eve and Mackenzie APPARENTLY: Dem and Andrew Austin and Silence Gwen and herself.. Kori and his "I'm in the army" references Me and my paranoia. THAT'S A LOT OF DUO'S in this game. ugh. I JUST NEED A PERSON someone I can trust. Someone who I know is going to ride with me for a while and I just don't see that happening. Which means crackhead Jess will come out eventually. So yeehaw. Also Eve wanting to take out people I'm close with like Will and Brien... no. NO. NOPE. Not happening.
EMMA:
I think i am safe this week right now i am just trying to maintain my relationships in the house its still a little bit hard to see whos in power but i am told i am safe this week i hope i can win either week 5 or week 6 hoh because thats when those hoh effects the game.
KRISTINE:
IMMA TELL U WHATS UP!!! My life is a mess. I bought a property and Emma has the other one. We just need to find out who has the last one. And I swear to lord Jesus if it’s Gwen I’m going to be PISSEDDDD. That girl has got to goooo. I’m really nervous about Andrew being HOH because I know Chris is in danger and he’s literally my #1 person in this game. Me him and Emma need to make it through this round. I hate that Chris made an alliance that included Gwen and Brian. Since Brian knows our secret and Gwen is a great social player and honestly a comp threat that no one is taking notice of. It IS only round 4 which is fine but still... I don’t want to compete against someone like Gwen. Because I’ve trusted that person before and got super screwed. Thankfully, Chris agrees with me. Anyways. Please send me more money :))) my Venmo is https://venmo.com/code?user_id=2882981236572160313 PLEASE SEND MONEY
JESS:
Who gave out free samples of crack to the house? Last night I had a weird call with Eve. Essentially it seems like she wants Mackenzie to be given a power of the next property we buy so she can control the power via Mackenzie. I feel so bad for Mackenzie because when I've spoken to her she seems kind of discouraged about the way Eve talks to her sometimes. Which I totally get because I'm sometimes kind of shook by it all. I reassured Mackenzie not to take it personally I just think Eve gets a tad bit overexcited with everything and kind of just shoots her shot. BUT. If these bitches think I'm their bitch they are GREATLY mistaken. In what world does me not getting the power this time when I literally gave up a property and money for Eve to get a power last time, work? If I was them I'd be throwing the power at my someone who isn't in the duo to make me feel safe and secure. I'm not giving up money and another power again, it ain't happening again. Kristine is all in my pm's now trying to figure out what is going now when it soooo transparent she doesn't trust me. Either Emma told her what I said about her and I not talking or homegirl really thinks that I haven't been hearing that she was leaking I was in a trio with Tawni and Gwen last round? Andrew being in power is good for me. He said he won't be putting me up, Eve wastes her power (although I kind of wanted it for us Chris going opens up the game a little more and takes a number away from the other "side" I see forming), and I think Andrew doing this will put some doubt into people's heads. This is all good for my game because it pushes another couple targets in front of me. My only concern right now is that Eve is going to expose that I traded her for that property.
KORI:
Alright checklist for the past 24 hours... Got both utilities to make the Monopoly... Check. Received the option to Open Pandora's Box as a result, and Opened it... Check. Is likely to get fucked over as a result of whatever twist comes of it... Check. Lost HoH and wasn't even close with Andrew winning it... Check. Was told that I was supposedly safe this week by the HoH... Check. Watched the Light Blue Properties get snagged with not much way to speculate who has them... Check. Missed out on $80 in Live Comps because I stayed after a bit at work and was driving... Fucking Check. I think that's everything, guess now I'm just gonna twiddle my thumbs a bit and hope Andrew isn't gonna nominate or backdoor me.
AUSTIN:
Su Andrew is HoH this week and he has nominated Madison and Silence for eviction but....I heard that he wants to backdoor Chris. I’m 100% ok with Chris going home because he always wants information from me but he never wants to give me any info in return. I was also picked for veto and I do not want to win because my Power Trap alliance wants the veto not to be used while my Mandela Monocles alliance wants it used on Silence so either way it goes if I won I would be screwed. Basically I threw the veto competition.
CHRIS:
HAHAHAHAH , if this isn’t a backdoor, I’m stupid. I know this is the case. For all that don’t know, me and Andrew are rivals because I targeted him in the last HoH competition and had people go after him. This caused him to be very butt hurt and a little bitch. Like bro , it’s a HoH completion where your dominating.. of course I’m going to go after you. I don’t care you called me safe, you are a threat since day one. Now I have Dem coming to me telling me all this information like bro.. what is you doing 😂. Thanks for feeding me information, you are not even in my final 5 but thanks for helping me ! This house is great and I know this backdoor won’t go through unless I’m over my head. Andrew , next time you have a chance, you should of gone for the head.
ANDREW:
episode 4 So my plan for this week as of right now I’m gonna nominate madison and silence because they didn’t message me saying anything If chris gets picked for veto eve is going to use her veto redraw Hopefully veto is used by the winner I backdoor Chris Baby goes bye bye But also this pandora’s box is more than likely to fuck with me this week :/ My prediction is vote flip but i’m just going to carry on as normal cause i can’t ruin my game due to paranoia also my top 2 allegiances rn are Eve and Jess Lowkey scary that im not in any set alliances yet cuz i know there do be some probably But its okay bc it might work to my advantage later on when im the free agent that these whores need ALSO MARk my words here. If William nominates me when he gets hoh hes a fucking FRAUD he made a deal w me safety for safety and its a good thing cause i was going to nominate his ass instead of silence So far everything is going according to plan and Chris will be out of the house by the end of this week, Obviously if me silence or madison win there will be veto use William said he would use veto aswell Only thing: i’m rly bad at puzzles I lowkey hate that I talk so much in the house chat but I cant help it............I dont want peeps to think im annoying...Sorry I just wnt to contribute to everything its like a disease There is no better feeling than having Chris shake in his boots :heart: You rly fucked with the wrong twink babe He thinks he has the votes to stay. I just have to laugh Especially since he tried to discredit me telling him I was a threat to his game with the simple words of "Bet" Bitch Ill show u bet rq. This is gonna be a split vote i cant wait for this to potentially blow up in my face I am deadass providing a list for SIlence on people he needs to campaign to Like this bitch is not leaving the house My loyalties
GWEN:
I really want Chris to stay. We’ve become really close in this game. People don’t know how close we actually are. If they did, my alliance would probably just want him out. The vote will be split, and sides will be chosen. Eve is trying to threaten everyone into voting Chris out. She is saying it’s a unanimous vote. Please. It’s clearly split. She needs to goooooo. Please please Chris stay!!
JESS:
What a fucking mess this vote is. This is what happens when cocky people get cocky and assume they have people on lock. I adore Eve and Andrew but... they should have thought this out a little better. I just.. I'm just.. I'm fucking livid. I don't get where Miss Thing Evelyn gets off saying stuff like "That’s my plea, stick your neck out and you will be rewarded". What are you going to reward me with? You warming the seat on the block for me after I'm gone because I sided with you? Thanks but if I wanted a seat warmer I'd go to Target not Walmart. But in all honesty, it's not like I don't want to do this move. I 10000% was into the idea but that's because I was sold the dream of it. I thought Andrew had more pull than he actually does. I knew Eve didn't have as much pull as she thought but Andrew I was wrong about. I was in a decent spot. I think? Kind of cruising the middle and now that spot is being blown up because it is CLEAR Andrew/Eve don't want to be the only ones to take the fall for this move. BUT.. I don't trust Dem to 1000% not get paranoid and flip and I don't want to be sitting on the sinking ship fucking alone. Dem is apparently going to just vote Chris so I guess I'm going to vote for Chris and hope for the best at this point.
AUSTIN:
This week has been CRAZY! Basically Andrew won HoH and he wants Chris gone but he wants to backdoor him so he puts up Madison and Silence. Madison ends up winning the veto and Andrew replaces her spot with Chris. My dilemma is that I am in an alliance with Chris and Silence. I think Chris needs to go first because he is very sketchy. Also Silence can go next week easily. On top of all of this, I have been put in 2 alliances that I didn’t even know were forming. Each alliance wants somebody different to go home but I’m hoping that we have enough votes to evict Chris.
JESS:
Also Brien is a shady ass hoe and I will be exposing his relationship if he fucks me with this vote. Plus, I knew his ass bought a property and traded it Emma with Kristine and didn't tell me. He's keeping secrets from me and I'm not playing this game like season 1 Sansa I'm playing this game like last season Cersei. No fucks given. I'll probably die soon. His ass is playing the middle and if I win he is going UP. Sorry but this isn't the Bachelor it is BIG BROTHER.
WILLIAM:
I'm so excited cause it looks like this is the vote that will get the game going! I love everyone and want to stay together but like I'm so ready to draw this line in the sand and cause some chaos going!
WILLIAM:
I dont know what Eve's deal is with this threatening game tactic, telling people "The vote will be 12-0" or "Is you dont vote with me it will be a mistake" but I cant wait to see her face come eviction night 😈
KRISTINE:
Absolutely no way in hell i'm letting Chris get evicted. I refuse to let my #1 ally go home because of Andrew's ego being bruised. I'm hoping that my deal with Emma and Brien goes through and that she is able to use the power to basically threaten everyone into voting the way that they said they were going to vote. Again, I REFUSE to let Chris go home this week. Not that I have anything against Silence because he's just like... there but I'm more worried about who is staying versus who needs to go. Anyways, Emma better not be lying about using this power now... or else I will come for her. Chris is like my little brother who is older then me and I will protect him at all costs that I can!
EMMA:
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MACKENZIE:
i am NOT looking forward to this vote??? i still don’t know what im doing but i think this is going to be a shitshow
KORI:
So Kristine has dropped a shit load of Tea on me, which has led me to question everything. APPARENTLY there's a Gwen-Chris-Kristine-Brien Alliance. Additionally there was a Chris-Austin-Dem-Kristine alliance. (Though that 2nd one is kaputz with Austin wanting Chris out and Dem being upset with Austin.) Emma got that Vote Reveal which presumably, Myself and Jess know, and I can only imagine Kristine and Brien probably know given they were the other Light Blue property holders that both agreed to give the properties to Emma. So at the very least that's not a power I have to outright fear because I know who has it, I know what the Utilities did. (Sortof, still waiting on that Pandora's Box) The Browns are presumably gone assuming that Veto Shuffle was a one time thing. (That power honestly makes sense since Early on it's Useful but later in the game it'd be worthless.) Unfortunately either Eve or me is being hustled and given that Eve has a biased opinion others know about in relation to this vote, I'm liable to believe more people would lie to Eve about voting Chris than me just because I'm not a biased person right now. If it weren't for the heart to heart me and Chris had as well as really hashing it out with Gwen I don't think I'd be keeping Chris, however based on what I know about the Chris-Dem-Kristine relationship (Thanks Kristine) I doubt Dem was actually with Eve for the vote anyway, which means for Chris to go I'd have had to convince either Gwen or Emma to vote him out which we all know is against their best interests. My best bet right now is to try and recover from any blunders from this round with as much social capital I can walk away with and hope whatever happens with Pandora's Box doesn't just completely screw me over. I'm just ready for this headache of a week to be over, but given it's a live comp next, I'm expecting this next round to be just as trash.
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You Deserve Better-Ethan Nestor
Pairing: Ethan Nestor x Reader
Description: Reader’s boyfriend is abusive and Ethan’s thinking he’s ready to get shit stomped
Requested: 38, 81, and 84 for Ethan? I love your writing btw
Send me numbers and I’ll write imagines with THIS dialogue list!
Warnings: Domestic abuse, domestic abuse mentions, angst
As alsways, the fic for Ethan will be under the cut, and the warnings are above. If you feel this piece will be harmful to your health or triggering in any way, please skip it, and if you’re Ethan, skIP THIS THANKS K BYE LOVE U
My whole life I believed that good guys didn’t exist. As a child, I watched my mom be mentally and physically abused, or cheated on by dozens of different guys. My real father left when I was little, and I only had less than a handful of male friends before I started youtube. Because of how my mother was treated as a child in to adulthood, she didn’t know how to treat me any better, so not only did I believe good guys didn’t exist, I believed that I didn’t deserve one if they did.
I met Nate after I started youtube at a party I went to the night before pax. Ethan and G had invited me, and it was my first time meeting a bunch of other youtubers. Nate had come with another youtuber he knew. He was tall, covered in tattoos, and a cigarette rested between his fingers while he held a beer in the other. I liked him. I liked him because he was the only kind of guy I knew. I liked him because he was the only kind of guy I had ever seen my mother date.
The first few months were ok, he treated me like a princess, but the honeymoon phase only lasts for so long before you start to see a person’s true colors. I had even begun to hold out hope that maybe Nate was different, and he would treat me like I had seen guys like him treat my mom. Boy, was I wrong.
The first signs of abuse are small, so small they can go unnoticed, but still there. The raising of a voice, the clench and curl of a fist, the huff and puff of a chest. The sound of a punch cracking through a wall, the breaking of a vase. The sting of a slur, the invading of space, the lack of trust. They’re small, but they’re there. It begins to grow, until finally the re-occuring punch to the wall ends up hitting you instead, and then they’re coming home that night with flowers and chocolate, or a necklace of some sort, or your favorite dessert, and they’re apologizing and telling you it will never happen again. Word of advice: if it happens a first time, its gonna happen again.
It was easy for me to hide it because I watched my mom do it for so many years. It was easy for me to hide the bruises with makeup and tell Amy and Kathryn that my relationship was going fine. It was easy for me to tell Mark and Tyler and Ethan that Nate was a busy guy and therefore wasn’t around much. It wasn’t that I wanted to hide Nate. He was just a handful sometimes. I didn’t want my friends to worry about me. Nate was a good guy. I loved Nate. I thought I loved Nate.
Like all things, I couldn’t hide it forever, and before I could prepare myself I was being bombarded by Amy and Kathryn when the three of us and Ethan went out to lunch one day.
“Ok, I’m getting tired of this “Nate’s busy” shit. I wanna meet your boyfriend!” Kathryn exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the booth across from me. I sipped on my sweet tea quietly, trying to ignore her question.
“Y/N, you can’t ignore us. Please invite him.” Amy leaned over the table, her hands resting in front of me. Ethan stayed silent, his eyes fixated on me as he leaned his elbow against the table where he sat next to me.
“I don’t think it’s a promising idea to bring him to Wade’s birthday party of all places, ok? You guys have never met him before, and I’m not as close to Wade as you guys are.” I stirred my straw around my drink with my finger, feeling Ethan’s eyes still on me. I could feel my heart racing under my skin, I just wasn’t sure if it was because I knew Ethan was catching on, or because I would rather Ethan take Nate’s place as my boyfriend. Maybe a little bit of both, but it didn’t matter. I don’t deserve somebody like Ethan.
“Wade doesn’t mind! He’s as much your friend as he is ours!” Kathryn argued. At that moment, my phone rang, Nate’s caller ID lighting up on my screen. Without a second to react, Kathryn grabbed my phone, swiping to answer the call and pressing it to her ear.
“Hi Nate! This is y/n’s friend, Kat! Ok so I answered because we wanted to invite you to a birthday party we’re having for a friend of ours, and we all want you to come! We would all really like to meet you!” Kathryn was silent for a second as she waved off my grabbing hands.” Ok cool! Yeah, it’s next Friday. You’ll come? Alright! Cool! Yay! Ok here’s y/n.” Kathryn handed me the phone, smiling innocently. If only she knew the Pandora’s box she had opened.
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Next Friday rolled by quick and I found myself in the passenger seat of Nate’s car, his hand resting on my thigh as he pulled in to Mark’s driveway. I wish Nathan’s hands made me feel safe. I wish I didn’t feel so uncomfortable and terrified of his palm resting against my skin. I wish it was Ethan.
Nate’s hand left me as he opened the door of the driver’s seat, climbing out of the car. I did the same, clutching the card and gift bag in my lap as I opened the car door. I silently prayed to god that things went well and I could get in and out of the party as fast as possible without making a scene.
“Hey y/n!” Amy came out of the house, giving me a hug. “You missed it! We just finished Mark’s 17 million video!”
“Yeah, sorry. I was editing a video before I came here and lost track of time.” I lied. Of course, I was watching the time. I was getting ready as slow as I possibly could.
“It’s nice to meet you!” Amy turned to Nate, who was stood by me, and shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you too.” Nate smiled politely, his hand on the small of my back. I flinched and Amy gave me a look, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
“Y/n!” Ethan and Chica came running through the front door and Ethan gave me a big hug, his arms going around my waist tightly. Chica barked happily at my feet, pushing me in to Ethan. I giggled at the energetic dog, forgetting about my boyfriend standing behind me and petting Chica, Ethan’s arms still holding me and one of my arms slung around his neck.
Nate coughed awkwardly, getting our attention. I turned around, immediately telling he was angry and stepping away from Ethan quickly. I backed away and stood next to Nate, who’s hand went to my hip and pulled me in to his side forcefully. Chica backed away from Nate and I, standing by Ethan.
“I’m Nate, y/n’s boyfriend.” Nate stuck his hand out to Ethan and Chica growled lowly.
“It’s ok Chica.” Ethan lowered a hand to the golden retriever, his eyes staying locked with Nate’s. His other hand shook Nate’s firmly, still staring at each other firmly. The tension was so thick you’d need a knife to cut through it, and I didn’t know why.
“Ok!” Amy clapped her hands together, waving us to follow her inside. She led the way to the kitchen where Mark and Kathryn stood setting presents along the countertop. I greeted the two by giving them short hugs before finding Wade, Bob, and Molly, and wishing Wade a happy birthday.
I avoided talking much during the party, letting my friends keep the conversations going instead. I stayed by Nate’s side in fear of starting a fight or something much worse if I didn’t. I refrained from being touchy in any way with my friends like I usually was so he didn’t get the wrong idea. Of course, my friends noticed, and they were concerned.
“Hey, y/n, you should spend the night with Kat and I tonight!” Amy suggested. “We and Ethan are all gonna do a little sleepover thing and hang out, you should join us!” Amy smiled nonchalantly, although I could tell there was something else hidden behind her offer.
“Yeah, you can’t say no!” Kat added quickly, smiling brightly as well.
“O-ok.” I agreed before looking over at Nate. By the stone cold look on his face, I could tell I made the wrong decision.
The party didn’t go on much longer, and soon after I was being led out the house by my wrist, Nathan dragging me to the car.
“What are you doing? I’m riding with Amy to her house.” I questioned. Nate paused in the middle of the driveway, turning to face me.
“Like hell you are.”
“….What?”
“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot y/n?” Nate sneered, his face inches from mine. His grip on my wrist tightened, making my skin burn. I began to cower in fear, my body slinking in to itself.
“I know you’re fucking messing with that blue haired bastard, whatever his fucking name is. Evan? Aaron? It doesn’t matter, because you’re my fucking girlfriend, and you do as I fucking say. Get your ass in the car. We’re going home.” Nathan swung my arm toward the car, my body slamming in to the side of it. I let out a high pitched groan from the sting in my back after making impact with the metal door.
“My name is Ethan, and they aren’t fucking going anywhere with you.” I turned my head to see Ethan standing a little further up the driveway, already making his way towards Nate. Amy and Kat were close behind, their sights set on me.
“What are you going to do, fucking twi-“
Nate didn’t get to finish his sentence as Ethan’s fist collided with Nate’s face, the force of the punch sending him stumbling back in to the car. Kat grabbed a hold of my arm right on time, pulling me out of the way.
Nate paused a second, fire red setting in his eyes as he glared Ethan down. He raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood now dripping from his nose before kicking off the car and charging towards Ethan.
The next few moments happened fast, Ethan and Nate had each other’s shirts gripped between their knuckles, both trying to get the upper hand in the fight. Mark and Tyler came sprinting out of the house after hearing Amy shout for him, the two separating Ethan and Nate. Tyler shoved Nate in to the side of his car, jaw clenched between his teeth.
“Leave.” Tyler demanded, voice low and rough as he stared Nate down. Mark shielded Ethan from Nate, Ethan’s hands gripping Marks upper arm and trying to push it away.
“Fine, didn’t need you anyway, fucking slut.” Nate turned to me, spitting at my feet, which got Ethan fired up again and he tried wriggling away from Mark.
“Dude, just fucking go before I call the cops or something.” Mark growled, doing his best to hold back a fuming Ethan.
Nate shook his head, getting in the car and starting the engine. It was after he was out of sight from the driveway when the attention was on me, waiting for an explanation.
“I….I….” I was at a loss for words, not knowing where to begin with Nate, especially now, on Wade’s birthday, and Marks 17 million celebration, that we should have been focused on happier things, and yet we weren’t, and I had no idea where to start.
Soon afterwards I was curled up in a blanket on Mark’s couch, snuggled in to Ethan’s chest as I told them everything, from our first fight, to the first hit, to the first bruise, and so forth. Wade, Bob, and Molly went to their hotel to give us some privacy, since this was a conversation I only wanted to have with the people I was closest with. Amy patted my legs that were swung over her lap reassuringly, everybody in the room having sad or grim expressions on their faces. By the time I was finished telling the story and I was given whole-hearted lectures about how I should have told someone and if anything like this happened again then to let them know, and watching a movie to calm down after the day, Amy and Kat decided to raincheck the sleepover and crash at Mark’s instead. It had gotten really late and her nor Kat wanted to drive. Kat headed to the guest room and Amy followed Mark to his room, soon after Tyler was trudging up the stairs to his room, leaving just Ethan and I.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I sighed, shifting in Ethan’s arms to grab it. I unlocked my phone to see a text from Nate, saying he was sorry and he missed me and wanted me to come back to his house. Ethan calmly slipped my phone from my hands, clicking it off and tossing it lightly to the other side of the couch. I didn’t fight it, knowing that it was for the best.
“You shouldn’t have hit Nate.” I spoke softly, my fingers brushing lightly down Ethan’s arms that held me securely against him. His arms felt like a safe haven.
“He deserved it.”
“You could’ve gotten hurt.
“Y/n, If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m going to kick his ass” Ethan argued. I turned in his arm to face him, sitting up so my knees were on either side of him.
“It was dangerous, Ethan.” I spoke, my tone firm. Ethan looked at me for a minute, his face softening.
“Do you think you deserve better?” The question caught me off guard and I paused.
“What?”
“Do you think you deserve better?” Ethan repeated, his one hand reaching up and brushing away the hair that had fallen in my face. I stayed quiet, deciding to shake my head no instead to answer his question.
Ethan’s hand cupped my face, the other reaching up to hold the other side. My one hand rested on his forearm, the other reaching up to rest on top of his hand that cupped my cheek.
“You deserve so much better.” Ethan whispered, leaning up to rest his forehead against mine.” So, so, so much better.”
I felt a tear I hadn’t even felt before roll down my cheek, followed by some more. Ethan’s thumb brushed them away. His jaw clenching to keep himself from crying as well. I shook my head at Ethan’s words. He was wrong. I didn’t deserve anything better. I never would.
“You deserve the entire world and so much more.” Ethan spoke, as if reading my thoughts. I sniffed softly, my hands gripping tightly at Ethan, as if he would disappear and this would be a dream.
Ethan’s thumb brushed the tears away again, this time brushing across my lips. His eyes were concentrated on them, and I began to feel self-conscious before he spoke again, throwing me off guard once more.
“Can I kiss you?”
I froze, looking at him with wide eyes. I nodded quickly, and before I could get another word in, Ethan’s lips were on mine, and I felt warmth, and comfort, and butterflies all at once. My hand went to his shirt, tugging him closer to me to deepen the kiss.
I pulled away first, my breath feeling as if it was knocked out of my body. A smile grew present on Ethan’s face.
“Forget Nathan, he’s old fucking news. I’ve got you now.”
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Request: can u do an imagine wherein y/n is a college student and is having a hard time balancing her studies and having a long distance relationship with Justin and Justin plans a surprise for her and does all these cute stuff to y/n.
Sorry for the wait. Hope It was worth it.
Time. It's either your best friend or your worst nightmare. - A blessing or a curse - A hero or a villain. There are so many scenarios that can play out around the little hands of a mechanical machine that hangs on a dull wall.
In my case, at this second, I honestly could not hate time anymore then right now. It feels like it's purposely teasing me, trying to boil my blood with every agonisingly slow second. I swear I think I can
hear the clock laughing at me. Each tick of the hands is a tiny giggle directed only at me.
There is so little time left, yet it feels like an eternity more. Just a few more seconds...
Three...
Two...
One...
RING
Oh thank God! With both hands, I swipe up all my equipment from in front of me and shove them aggressively back into my book bag. Not even letting Mr Martin compete his lecture on political opinions, I rush out the door and away from that nightmare of a class.
On the campus grounds, I'm immediately greeted with rushing students all around, all with the same determined goal and that is to get as far away from this hell hole as possible. Without even sparing a glance in the opposite direction, I'm immediately on the rush towards the girls dormitories.
My dorm room once I had approached it was my number one priority, quickly dashing inside as quick as possible, slamming the door with a sigh behind me. But It wasn’t as if I could just stop, drop and do nothing. I had hours and hours of studying ahead of me, and I was already having trouble keeping my eyes open.
It’s times like this I really wish Justin was here. To calm me down during times of anxiety and stress. I just miss him so much but I don’t have the heart to ask him to come and visit. He’s doing what he loves and I would never make myself a priority during a time made for belieber’s.
Many hours later, my dorm mate had been in out of the room for the last 20 minutes, yelling and laughing about with her friends. This totally threw me off, losing my train of thought somewhere between my books and the noise.
A sigh escaped my lips, fingers applying pressure to my temples in agitation. I can’t do this, not while I’m this distracted. I need my baby boy.
After rubbing the corners of my eyes of the sleep forming, and removing my glasses from my face, I finally decided on a break and reached for my phone, quickly dialling Justin’s number for a facetime call.
It dialed, and dialled and dialled until....”Yo this is JB. Im probably busy in the studio or performing so just a leave a message and I’ll get back to you soon.”
“Hey Jay baby. I know your probably busy but I really just wanted to call. Schools been really hectic and I just needed to hear your voice. Call me back as soon as you can. Love you.”
“Hey, Y/N! Can you run down to the store and buy us some beer.”
My head shot over to the door of my room, a sigh escaping my lips. It annoys me that my roommate is too late lazy to go out and do it herself, deciding to disturb my study session instead, but then again, a break and something to get Justin off my mind was definitely well needed.
It was still sun up outside, it being only a few past 2 in the afternoon meaning people were more then likely just finishing there own classes for today. Deciding to leave my phone at home, I swiped up my dorm keys and my wallet, and made my way out of the dormitory.
The walk to the local walmart was short and quite enjoyable. The late summer breeze sang around me, swaying my hair slightly as I strolled down the bustling paths. Students surrounded the entirety of the campus grounds, either chatting or finishing off some work.
But my mind was set firmly on Justin. Oh how I missed him. 2 weeks ago was the last time we had spoken. 3 months since we had seen each other. It was as if he was only seeming to become busier and busier as purpose tour went on.
And the fact that our relationship is very private worries me slightly. Justin could honestly get away with messing around with a girl if he wanted to. Not that I didn’t trust him. But no one knows about us, so it only makes me more anxious about this whole situation.
As the doors of walmart retracted, allowing me access inside, I quickly dashed over to the alcohol section, grabbing ahold of the cheapest and most affordable box I could find. After a bit of struggle, I had managed to make it over to the register to pay for the beer, only to be suddenly interrupted by a loud yell from outside.
“OH MY GOD!”
It sounded high pitched and more shocked then anything. My eyes darted towards the windows of the store, peering outside at the scene before me. the Young cashier doing the same.
All I caught sight of was a black SUV surrounded by a mob of girls. Suspicion drew within me, only one person I know that could cause such commotion running through my head. No, that’s ridiculous. He’s in New Zealand right now, half way across the world!
“Ma’am!” The boy called, it sounded as if he had been trying for my attention for a while. My head whipped back to stare at the boy, eyes wide.
“Sorry?”
“That’ll be 19.99.” He repeated, holding his hand out expectantly.
“Oh.” I mumbled, reaching out to hand the boy a twenty dollar note before grabbing a hold of the heavy box and quickly making my way outside.
Gliding through the mob of girls was hard, and I tried everything to just ignore the scene and attempt to just get this box home as quick as possible, but the shouts of these girls had me drawn further and further in curiousity, one in particular catching me off guard.
“JUSTIN I LOVE YOU!”
Justin?! I-It can’t be! can it?
My head immediately whipped around, turning to acknowledge the SUV parked rather close to me. My eyes locked on the tinted window supporting the back seat, squinting slightly as if something in me just knew something. And before I knew it, the door was opening.
Slowly, but it was opening, a figure finding its way out of the car. Screams had enhances, more girls appearing at the realisation of the pop icon in our campus but out of every girl, his eyes seemed to only be on one. Me.
My eyes watered, tears threatening to spill at sight and the box I was holding immediately slipped from my fingers, a small crack sounding as it impacted the floor. “Justin?” I whispered.
A smile played at his perfectly plump lips, arms spreading slightly as if to say ‘you guessed it!’
At that moment, Mikey stepped out of the front seat, a bouquet of bright red and white roses, and multiple shopping bags from stores such as Pink, Nike, VS, Lou boutin and Pandora In hand. All topped with a large card sticking out the top of the roses reading ‘To My babygirl, Love Jay baby.’
Instantly smiling at the use of my nickname to him, I looked over into his eyes with a grateful and loving smile.
“I’m right here baby girl.” He mumbled but to me, it was the loudest thing i could hear. Instantly, I pressed my body forward, wasting no time but to jump into his arms. Ignoring all the confused and jealous stares emitting from all around, I pressed my lips against his as he supported me by placing his arms under my ass.
Both arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him to me to intensify the kiss.
God, I missed his lips so much.
“You’re here.” I mumbled.
“I’m here.” he repeated. “Right here.”
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Retrograde - Part 6
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Jack had never met Sasha before, but he already knew he hated her. He’d only seen her in one of Rhys’ old photos that he took out when he was feeling nostalgic, although Jack knew that he kept it in the nightstand drawer on his side of the bed.
Sometimes, when Rhys wasn’t home, Jack would carefully take it out and look at it. Although he’d never say it to Rhys, he loved the goofy smile that he wore on his face in the photograph. It was the same one he wore whenever Jack cracked a stupid joke or said he loved him, but it looked different on his younger features. He had to have been no older than 17 when the photo was taken, sprawled out on a couch with his friends. One of them, a girl in a weird hat whose paleness nearly rivaled Rhys’, had her arms folded in mock annoyance. The blonde next to her, whom Jack recognized as Athena’s girlfriend Janey, was cracking a wide grin that showed off her braces. A Hispanic-looking kid could be seen lurking in the background, a bandana holding his ponytailed hair from his face and thick goggles hanging around his neck. He appeared to be laughing at what someone had said off camera. Jack wished he could ask Rhys what had been so funny– he knew that Rhys still remembered– but Rhys wasn’t particularly fond of talking about his life on Pandora, and Jack didn’t want to push him.
And then there was Sasha, whose mere presence pissed him off. She was on the couch next to Rhys, snuggled against his side. He had his right arm wrapped around her shoulders– his real arm, not the cybernetic one he had now– and Jack felt a twinge of jealousy. When was the last time Rhys had held him like that? He ached to be near him, to lean against his chest, to breathe in the sweet smell of his skin. After the fight, it was like he’d forgotten how to live on his own. He made a mental note to work in some extra cuddle time when this whole ordeal was over. But first, he thought grimly to himself, he needed Sasha’s help.
“Is this the place?” Nisha asked, nodding in the direction of the closed apartment door in front of them. Jack nodded, checking one last time that the coordinates matched up before slamming his fist against the door.
“Open up, sweet cheeks! There’s a fucking emergency!” he shouted, ignoring Nisha’s quite obvious eye roll.
After a moment, the door cracked open a little, and Jack could see a bright green eye staring at him from within the darkened interior. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Handsome goddamn Jack, pumpkin,” he said as he threw his weight against the door, forcing it to open and knocking Sasha backwards in the process.
“What the fuck?” Sasha yelled, reaching towards her ankle to grab her pistol and force these lunatics out of her apartment.
She hadn’t even managed to get the safety off before she felt a gun press against the back of her skull, the unmistakable sound of a bullet clicking into the chamber causing her to drop her weapon and slowly raise her hands in surrender.
“Alright, you win,” she snapped.
Jack signaled to Nisha, who’d managed to slip through the door behind Jack unbeknownst to Sasha. She pouted at Jack before lowering her weapon.
“So then, now that you’ve broken into my apartment, what do you want from me?” Sasha asked, eyeing Jack and Nisha suspiciously.
“We want…” Jack faltered, unsure of what to say. “We want your help.”
Sasha snorted. “With what?”
Jack remained silent, beginning to fidget. There was a piece to this puzzle Rhys had created that he couldn’t see, but he wasn’t exactly the type to ask for help.
“There’s been a kidnapping,” Nisha said finally, shrugging at Jack’s immediate glare. “What? We don’t have enough time for you to swallow your entire ego.”
Jack continued to glower, but Sasha cut in. “I’m sorry, but what does this have to do with me?”
“Listen, honey, I wish you weren’t involved, I really do,” Jack said, stepping closer to Sasha to make his height advantage clear. “But unfortunately, Rhys wanted his Pandoran trash whore involved in this little operation.”
Sasha’s hand came down across Jack’s face with a sharp crack before he could even react, grinding his mask against his always-sensitive scar. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Jack snarled, recoiling. “You think I don’t know about you and Rhys? About you putting your filthy hands all over my boyfriend?”
There was a murderous glint in Sasha’s eyes as she responded. “I always knew you were dense, but I never thought you’d be such an idiot.”
She walked closer to Jack, jabbing her finger against his chest. “If you think you can bust in here asking for my help then accuse me of messing around with my ex, then you need to get to get your head checked.”
Nisha placed her hands on Jack’s shoulders and slowly dragged him backwards before he actually started getting violent. “I’m sorry Sasha, Jackie here just gets a little… overprotective.”
Jack still looked like he wanted to strangle her, but at least he hadn’t pulled out his gun. The rational part of him (as small as it was) knew that Rhys was as good as dead if he killed her, but oh, what he wouldn’t give to wrap his fingers around her throat.
“Why don’t you go take a seat and let us gals chat,” Nisha said, herding Jack over to the armchair in the corner of the apartment. He didn’t reply, pressing his lips into a thin line. He sunk into the seat, thrumming his fingers against the armrest. His eyes were dark and unfocused, the image of Rhys’ bloodied face imprinted in his pupils as his tortured screams filled his ears.
“How can you stand that asshole?” Sasha said to Nisha as she stepped into the kitchenette. She wrinkled her nose. “How can Rhys stand him?”
Nisha shrugged, leaning against the countertop. “He’s not always that bad.” She paused, thinking. “Actually, yes he is. He’s just not this aggressive to people he doesn’t consider his enemies.”
“And what did I do to earn a spot on his hit list?” Sasha asked, filling a chipped purple mug with hot water before plopping a tea bag into it.
Nisha stared at her, her face growing serious. “He’s convinced himself that Rhys cheated on him with you.”
Sasha looked ready to interrupt and argue but Nisha quickly continued. “I know you didn’t, so no need trying to convince me. Unlike Jack, I can see past my own nose.”
Sasha chuckled at that, beginning to relax as she took a sip of her tea.
“Jackie, he just… he’s in deep. He loves that kid more than Hyperion itself, although he’d never admit it. And now that he might lose him, he’s blaming anyone he can so that he doesn’t have to take it all out on himself. Although,” she said, shooting a worried look in Jack’s direction. “I don’t think it’s working all that well.”
Sasha took another sip, considering. “So you both came all the way out here so he could use me as a punching bag?”
“God no,” came an obnoxiously cocky voice. “I’ve got an entire team of slackers in R & D I could yell at and airlock if I wanted to.”
The girls stared at Jack as he stepped into the room, his mask readjusted on his face and his features composed. “We really do need your help, pumpkin. And we’re in a bit of a time crunch.”
Jack launched into a quick rundown of the past 24 hours, impressively managing to keep his anger to a semi-normal level. “So, basically, he sent us here to find you,” he concluded.
Sasha’s face had paled, her fingers tightly clutching the mug.
“Do you know what he meant? About the vault key?” Nisha asked.
Sasha nodded, something dark and unreadable in her expression. “He wants us to create a fake. That way they’ll give us his location and we can make the trade.”
Jack gaped at her. “As much as I’d love for that to work, that son of a taint would see right through it, and none of us would be seeing a very happy ending.”
Sasha bit her lip before shaking her head. “I’ve done it before.”
Jack raised his eyebrows before letting out a low whistle. “Seriously?”
Sasha set her mug down onto the counter before walking over to the nearby closet, the other two trailing behind her. “It was one of the last cons Rhys helped me pull off before he came up to Helios, that’s how he knows it’ll work,” she explained as she began to rummage through the stacks of cardboard boxes inside.
“Hold up,” Jack said, folding his arms over his chest. “Cons?”
Sasha nodded as she found the box she was looking for, hoisting it up with a grunt and carrying it to the kitchen table. “Your boyfriend wasn’t always a goody-two-shoes programmer,” she said as she removed the box’s lid and dumped out its contents unceremoniously.
“I wouldn’t exactly say he’s a goody-two-shoes,” Jack said with a smirk, wagging his eyebrows.
Nisha socked him in the shoulder. “You’re disgusting.”
The nauseous looks on both her and Sasha’s faces caused him to laugh, the first time he’d done so in what felt like forever; at least, since the forever after he’d fought with Rhys.
“So you’ll help?” he asked.
Sasha nodded. “But I’m doing it for Rhys, not you. No offense, but you’re still an asshole.”
Jack shrugged. “None taken.”
“Then let’s get to work!” Nisha said, clapping her hands together before lifting up the lump of molding clay now laying on the table. “I’ll make the base and you do the decorating?”
“Sure,” Sasha replied, pulling out brushes, a few bottles of shiny-looking paints and a…flamethrower?
“What about him?” she asked, jerking her thumb towards Jack.
“I’m gonna call Tim Tams for a status update,” he said, sliding his ECHOcomm out from his jacket pocket. “Besides, you don’t want me messing around with all this arts and crafts shit. Rhys forced me to take a painting class with him once and I almost burned the room down.”
“Alright then,” Sasha said, readjusting her headband to keep her dreadlocks out of her face. “You can talk in my room for some privacy. Plus, I don’t need your annoying voice distracting me.”
Jack nodded, although a bit of his previous anger resurfaced as he glanced towards the bedroom. He grit his teeth to keep himself from making a snide comment, not wanting to break their still precarious truce. He fumbled to select Tim’s name from his contact list, pressing down just a bit too hard on the screen as he headed into the other room.
Sasha must’ve noticed, because she called his name, causing him to look at her over his shoulder. “I didn’t mess around with Rhys.” When Jack didn’t respond, she continued with a grin. “Besides, he always was lousy in bed.”
Jack cracked a slight smile at that. “Oh, honey, I’d beg to differ.”
He turned to slip into Sasha’s bedroom completely, closing the door behind him and leaving the two girls in the kitchen to continue with their work. He felt extremely uncomfortable, not just because he was in a stranger’s most private room, but also because a part of him still imagined Rhys tangled in the plain linen sheets. Even though Sasha had flat-out denied it, a part of Jack continued to feel ill at the image of someone other than himself seeing Rhys in such an intimate way.
“Hey Tim,” Jack said as a projection of his doppelganger’s face materialized from his phone.
Tim gave a small salute before rolling right into a status report. “Wilhelm was able to get a reading on the guy who nabbed Rhys. I’m sending you the info now.”
Jack raised his eyebrows at the file he’d just received, quickly opening it. “Hugo Vasquez, eh?”
Tim nodded. “Head of programming department.”
“He even looks like a douche,” Jack said, scowling. “Do you see that ridiculous combover?”
“I’m having Wilhelm try to get a read on his location,” Tim said, abstaining from Jack’s rude humor as usual. “He’d also looking into his computer files.”
Jack nodded, already planning out the precise way in which he’d kill him. After weeks of torturing, of course. He deserved no less after what he’d done to…
“How’s Rhys?” Jack asked, immediately feeling his heart stop at the nervous look on Tim’s face.
“Tim,” he repeated, his expression darkening. “How’s Rhys?”
“He’s, um, well,” Tim stammered, focusing most of his attention on avoiding eye contact. “You see, he’s–”
“Please!”
Tim froze at the sound, quickly turning to look over his shoulder.
“Please don’t! Please! I’ll do anything!”
Jack’s pulse quickened as he took in the sounds of Rhys’ pained cries. “Let me see him.”
Tim looked like he wanted to argue, but decided he valued his life a little too much and carried the ECHOcomm over to the arm. Wilhelm was nowhere to be seen, having determined that hunting this Vasquez character would be much easier to catch via his personal computer files rather than the crazy hacking maze he’d set up. Instead, a large projection of Rhys was the only thing Jack could see, and he immediately felt sick.
“They didn’t mean to! I swear, they didn’t mean to!” Jack watched Rhys shout. “I’ll finish the job, I’ll finish hundreds of jobs if you just stop hurting them!”
Rhys was struggling against his bonds, his single hazel eye blown wide and pupil dilated. There were tears staining his cheek, although they were barely visible amidst the dried blood.
“Who’s he talking about?” Jack hissed at Tim, his eyes still glued to Rhys’ face.
Tim shrugged, looking helpless. “I don’t know. There’s– there’s nobody in the room with him, Jack. That Vasquez guy hasn’t been here in hours.”
“M-mom!” Rhys shouted, his voice hitching as more tears fell. “No! You bitch! H-how c-c-could y-” he broke off into sobs again.
Jack stared forward, his features unmoving. “Is he asleep?” he asked finally.
Tim shook his head. “No, he’s been up for about an hour. At first he was just repeating the stuff about Sasha and the key, but now…” The confused, helpless look on his face spoke for itself. “Why do you ask?”
“He, um,” Jack said as he began to fidget with the corners of his mask. “He sometimes has these nightmares, wakes up yelling and all that jazz, and it just, well, it sounds a helluva lot like this.”
Tim seemed to think for a moment before suddenly disappearing from the corner of the screen, the sound of furious typing filling the speakers. Jack waited, raising his eyebrows.
“Y-you liar! You said if I did it you’d l-let them g-go, you promised. You pr-promised!”
Jack chewed on his bottom lip anxiously. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to comfort Rhys, to hold and soothe him like he did whenever Rhys woke up crying in the middle of the night. He’d never gotten any real information from Rhys about them, but he had enough of a brain to know that they had something to do with Pandora, something to do with the portion of Rhys’ life that he kept buried from everyone, even from Jack.
“I got it!” Tim said triumphantly, appearing back in front of the camera with a very familiar grin. “It’s some sort of synthetic eridium-based drug, basically a hallucinogen.”
Jack didn’t respond, the tightness in his chest worsening.
“It says here that it’s super hard to find, even on the black market,” Tim continued, reading off the database screen. “The only known mass underground producer was Atlas, and we all know what happened to them.”
Jack quickly nodded, already tuning Tim’s voice out as his hearing honed in on Rhys’ cries. I’m coming for you, babe, he thought as he felt something wet forming in his eyes (which was actually impossible, since Handsome Jack never cried; he didn’t even know if he had tear ducts). Don’t you worry.
#rhack#rhack tftbl#rhack fic#rhys the company man#handsome jack#sasha the kid sister#rhys x jack#timothy lawrence#nisha the lawbringer#borderlands#trash writing#retrograde
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14/5/19
Closed curtains
Cold clothes and
Old routines
I’ve been dancing in your traffic
God And The Machine
The greatest mistake of my life
Was saying goodbye
To you
I’m cheating on myself with you
I’ll be fine
Acting like I’m fine
All the fucking time
I hate myself for thinking the things I never say
But ——— it never feels the same
Just paint those scars and forget it ever happened
If only to make my ghost a martyr
A Box Full
I spent all my life
Learning my lines
Only to find
I’m stuck with stage fright
Heights of heaven / Depths of hell
I had a dream that was a different life,
Everything else was different
But you and I the same
Overthinking
Day drinking
Drugs Or Love
Are you going to walk slow for the whole of your life?
Burned to death looking for your shade
I’ve been
Lying
Down and
Crying
All alone
Salt drips down my ear lobe
How is it fair
That I must travel this life
Without your infinite light
And guidance?
If I die to the road
I just want you to know
I choked on what I loved
That’s more than enough
You make me tremble like a loaded gun
You make me shiver in the summer sun
Heaven, honey, home
I’m so scared of dying
With so much left unsaid
Learning how to fly
Try to touch the Sky
Always felt so fine
Until you got blinded by the light
Icarus
You walked in and damned me
Because now I can’t live without you
Now I’m just roadkill on your stretch to something better
You give me forever
And it scares me to death
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Passive passion
I’m not who you want
I’m not who you need
Exhausted, by it all
Being on this earth made your soul fragile - I hope you made it out
Bone Music
Lilly white
And if I have to break my heart, to share it with you, I will
When you cross my mind, I beam with pride
Her/Hurt
I bite a chunk of skin off my bottom lip,
For every word I never said, but wished I did
I only often speak about death,
Because I love my family and my friends,
And I’m scared of their lives coming to an end.
So I guess it’s just my way of not being able to forget.
A pedestal to you is a gallows to I.
You’ve given up on yourself
Teach me how to love,
Or fill me up,
With lots of drugs,
Till I am stuffed.
Hopefully that will be enough.
Every time I sing you to sleep,
My troubles subtlely dilate.
You think it’s beautiful, more or less,
But between the cracks in my voice, I’m crying for help.
Though I’m exhausted, I try not to sleep through the days,
Because I hate the thought of you seeing the look on my face, when I’m dreaming of a better place,
And painfully, miserably, I must awake.
I have spent years of my life, feeling guilty,
For being ill behind this white picket fence
But everybody bleeds differently, I’ll use that as my defence.
Whether a disease is noticeably killing you on the outside,
Or it’s just a minor fault of the chemicals inside your mind.
That’s fine. The degree of your suffering is something I cannot define. Still, I hope you’ll heal in time.
I find it hard to shoulder burdens far less heavy than some, and sit awake at night telling them “It’s okay to be numb”, when maybe in your shoes I would simply just crumble - But in the eyes of our issues it’s so important to stay humble.
No matter who you are - Where you are or what you do. We’re similarly different... That much is true.
Our key similarity also holds us apart: The dull numb ache of our beating hearts.
So, now you know; You’re never alone. And in that knowledge, I hope you find hope.
Acid test
Like Home
Hide your ghost in my shadow
Mourning Song
You were there when I was alone, I just need to let you know, every word that I had said I had truly meant. I hope you know
And now I’m as alone, as I’ve always felt
If I could look into your eyes for the rest of my life, or walk the whole entire world with your hand in mine, I would never be ready die.
How I wish I was someone else. Someone far away. -
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Endure the throes of yesterday
Just to maintain the throne you own today
How am I to know what I have thrown away?
A victory lap, or a funeral parade?
When I fell from the apex of it all
I promised myself
Now I’m sailing on the seas that I used to drown in
Oh what a burden it is
To be blessed with a beating heart
And bludgeoned with a purpose
You are the middle of the compass
But I have to fade away
To find myself again another day
Lured like a sailor to a siren
Man Of Sorrows
Arma Christi
I’ve been watching the binding crack
And the veins pop out your neck
Open the door to find there’s nothing left
Filthy as lard - Guilty as charged
Rain sodden, down trodden - so so sick of the rain
So so sick of the rain
On my parade
Strength in solitude
Wherever you go when you are dead,
I hope it’s somewhere that we can meet again
Tears Of A Clown
How can I find you help
When I can’t even find myself?
A little white cross
A little blue dot
I’ve started stepping on the cracks
What happens when we fall out of love?
I really want to live
To see the look on your face
When it all falls in place
Nuclear Family
B U T T E R F L I E S
Airborne Pheromones
Sweetheart Grip
God’s Eye
As it’s reflection bounces off your face
The end of the world’s such a pretty place
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Let me live forever with you
Lonely Lamb
Married to the way
You bury every day
Ophelia
It pumps in my rib cage
Cold metal
Pressed against my temple
Will I ever find peace
With myself
And the pieces of myself
That I left
Behind
All the happy fat people
Are watching me starve
Our Greatest Glory
We are defined not by how we fall, and who pushes us, but the way we wipe the dirt from our knees and plant the earth back beneath our feet
I’ll never let you know
But it Helped Me Out Of A Hole
I’m ashamed to feel it, but not to talk about it
The last time was cathartic, my friend. I only came back here to give my life meaning again
Let this be my Funeral Portrait (hidden mother)
An empty stomach
A plethora of food
A mouth wide open
No teeth to chew.
We all make mistakes - Don’t let your mistakes make you.
Every laborious lesson learned, I bare to you.
My friend is ill. Where do I begin?
As much as I love to help, I’m sorry that I have to.
Running from my life
For my life
Spite-filled and bitter
Curse me with your
Curse me with your
Curse me with your
Kiss
We cherished what the sun said
Perished with the sun set
Greek Tragedy
The Inbetween
Colour-Starved
Light of my life - How I miss you so
Melatonin
In between dreams
I Am An Island
I lie in bed at night
And dream of a better life
With my eyes wide open
Every magpie
Must take flight
Nothing left to live for
Nothing left to lose
What’s the time in Texas?
I wrote you this message
I know it’s hard to find the time at the end of every day,
Half the world away
Dear Calamity
When I grow up I want to be something to someone
Making peace with my devils
When I breathe my life down the back of your neck,
What happens next?
No Joy
Morfydd
Two nuns in love
Cognitive Dissonance
Phantom Limb
I sometimes wonder - Am I in your nightmares, or do I just wake you from them?
What once was a burden, is now a blessing
Because forgiving
Is not forgetting
The love that we once willed
The love that we watched wilt
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It’s always been a long plight for happiness, or fulfilment. Not sure which one. You have a long time on this earth and the best way is to take things step by step. Assess your surroundings, and move on to the next healthy step. Over time, you soon learn that the constant yearning for more is both healthy and frightening. Of course, it sees you often climbing above those around you, but when do you discover the ladder comes to an end? When the last step suddenly becomes a leap of faith?
So, do we sit on the ground, smug with the knowledge that we’re never going to fall? The gluttony of comfortable complacency? Or is that adrenaline rush we feel as we climb to the top maybe worth the time we spend in limbo, falling back down? The question really is, do we feel the risk of failure is worth the sense of fulfilment? And once you’ve turned that corner, you face the really ugly problem at hand.
Fulfilment is NOT happiness. Your ivory tower is hollow. Your money and your attention can buy you nothing. Was the journey even worth it? Do we climb this ladder through the clouds to see a wasteland? Do we then yearn for that cold, hard ground we once lay upon?
There are more questions you must ask yourself. Would I have spent a lifetime of comfort sat wondering what could have been? And whether this self-sabotage in the name of overthinking was worth it? Or will I spend a lifetime of regret, free-falling from a great height with remorse in my heart, but proud callouses on my hands? And the final question you must ask is - In the long run - Which poisonous decision will be less painful?
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It found me when I was young
It sits in the crease of my lung
It keeps me awake with its incessant hum and
It da da da da da
It da da da da da
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Funeral Portraits
Pagliacci
Helped Me Out Of A Hole
Ophelia
Lonely Lamb
In Retrograde
Take Care
Our Greatest Glory
Paradise Lost
In A Birdcage
Blood In The Snow
Pandora
No Teeth
Without Wax (Open Letter)
Burning Bush
Beyond Belief
All.ways
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Every laborious lesson learned,
I bare to you.
So, I write this letter to you, and everyone else in fact,
My hurting heart, without wax.
I’ll be the black cloud looking down
Out of your depth
In over your head
The rhythm of life, ebbs and flows
Nobody knows
Another begrudged,
Lap of the sun
It’s the death and the birth. For better or worse.
Sick and tired. Sick of crying.
The side of the bed where you once slept is cold as hell
I am not defined by the illness in my mind
Still got my heart in a birdcage
Those days
Maybe weeks
Maybe months
Made me weak
Give up on me
Like everybody else
Even myself
In your eyes I saw it die. Like it or not - Paradise Lost
And now my body shudders every time I hear your name. I know not of a love like ours; We’re chained.
Was it a magnetic field, or gravity, that brought you back to me?
When you walked in the room, how was I to know,
That we were sat together, like blood in the snow?
Every angels wing is clipped and bent - The devil made me deaf
If I could look into your eyes for the rest of my life, or walk the whole entire world with your hand in mine, I would never be ready die.
Live and die in black and white
Just so you know,
I swallowed every single bow,
That tied me to you
I’m doomed. A pulse-less moon.
Floating to and from, the maelstrom of,
You. A limp harpoon.
Floating from and to, my sibling moon. Begging for guidance.
Leave your dreams alone
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
Pandora
Pagliacci
It’s fine
To sit and cry
Every night
If that’s what you want
Please just be my friend
I haven’t got much else
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It really broke my heart when I read you say
“It’s better to burn out than to fade away”.
As much as I respect you, I could never take your advice;
Though I resent it - I cherish my life.
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In Glorious Memory Of The Love I Lost
On the outside we’re fine,
We’re just two miserable magpies.
I remember the crack in your voice when you said “I’m leaving”. Just another person that left me behind
This Dream Of Mine (Dramamine?)
I remember it all. The rise. The fall.
I remember it all. The climb. The crawl.
I remember the ————
It’s the death and the birth. For better or worse.
Sick and tired. Sick of crying.
I think I’ve lost my mind. Where has it gone?
I’ve been missing things for so long
I thought you were a magpie, turns out you are a crow. One for sorrow, two for joy. Now I’m all alone.
The Last Letter
To the moment I sleep, from the second I wake, I dwell on my mistakes
But you always cared
I’ve stared at these paper walls for so long
You don’t want to make me well. You just want to know what makes me sick.
Mourning Song / Celebration Song
The side of the bed where you once slept is cold as hell
I am not defined by the illness in my mind
I lie awake at night thinking of all the days I’ve wasted
Still got my heart in a birdcage
Those days
Maybe weeks
Maybe months
Made me weak
All of the pain that we harbour
I wish we were kids in the garden
Not just skeletal targets
Spill my guts
So sick of love
So sick of
I’m
All out of rhyme
All out of rhythm
All out of time
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An open letter of sorts - My musings and thoughts.
I pressed your flowers in to my book, so when I miss you I know just where to look.
Whenever I see the tapestry your blessed hands have wove for me - The poetry, the misery, it all meant so so much to me.
Just give me a lobotomy, and cure these things inside of me so maybe I can then be free, to love you for eternity.
But
The side of the bed where you once slept,
Is cold as hell.
The side of the bed where you once slept,
It’s empty now.
I tried to hold your hands, but they were always pushing me,
Towards my hopes and dreams.
If, in another life,
My heart is beating fine,
And love is on my mind,
You’ll be the first in line.
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Pattaya - A brief history of Thailand's PARTY TOWN
#Pattaya - A brief history of #Thailand's PARTY TOWN - It started off as nothing more than a small fishing village on the Gulf of Thailand. Its long sweeping bay was dotted with a few boats and shacks where the villagers lived.
Then a group of 500 American soldiers stationed at a military base in Nakhon Ratchasima were driven to Pattaya on June 29, 1959, for a week of rest and relaxation (R&R).
They rented several houses at the southern end of the beach from a prominent local, Luang Sunthorn, thus opening a Pandora's box for this sleepy fishing village.
Word spread among American soldiers stationed in the region and Pattaya quickly become a hot alternative destination to the concrete sprawl of Bangkok. GIs had put Pattaya on the map as the best beach destination to unwind and indulge.
When large numbers of troops began to arrive at the neighbouring Baan Sattahip air base, now known as U-tapao airport, things really started to pick up in Pattaya.
After almost half a century, Pattaya has transformed itself from a getaway destination for international soldiers during the Vietnam War to Thailand's best-known red light district among sex tourists from every corner of the world.
Pattaya in the 1960's
While Prime Minister Prayut Chan-o-cha's administration has furiously vowed to crack down on prostitution and clean up the sleazy image of Pattaya, local NGOs see this as an opportunity for society to accept the truth and solve problems that have been ignored for decades.
KEEPING THE GI SPIRIT ALIVE
The Thai and the US governments signed an agreement to provide R&R facilities in Thailand during the Vietnam War. In 1964, GIs started to arrive in U-tapao, the first US army base not far from Pattaya's beach area.
From then on until 1976, about 700,000 international soldiers were sent for R&R each year, spending one week in Thailand to party.
Women selling sex for a living is nothing new to Thai society. In 1680 during the Ayutthaya period, prostitution was fully legal and there were even state-run brothels. The skin trade was largely confined to the Bangkok area. But as soon as international soldiers started to descend on Pattaya, it became the new destination for sex workers to expand their customer base.
Sex workers adapted to the new customers, learning about exchange rates, rock and roll and the various army ranks as well as picking up the slang. They were providing services to young soldiers, some traumatised by war, in a rush to enjoy their week off before going back to the war.
https://bangkokjack.com/2018/11/04/truth-about-thai-prostitutes/
When the North Vietnamese won the war in 1975, the fortunes of Pattaya fell into a brief slump. With all the soldiers gone, many of the bars, clubs and sex workers were forced into early retirement, yet the town endured and was reinvigorated by a new wave of hedonistic visitors from near and far.
Pattaya was named a city in 1978 and began to market itself to a broader range of tourists.
Although circumstances are different from those in the 1970s, many GIs still head right to the heart of the infamous destination, where things haven't changed that much. After the Vietnam War, many servicemen remained in Pattaya.
They married Thai women, opened bars and restaurants and kept the GI spirit alive. Today thousands of American servicemen still come to Pattaya every year to participate in the joint Thai-US military exercise known as Cobra Gold.
PARADISE FOR AGEING LOTHARIOS
For a lonely old American like Matt, it's nearly impossible to find a nice young girl back home in California. But the sexagenarian still hasn't given up hope of finding the next Mrs Right.
After three failed marriages to Western women, Matt stopped looking at white girls because he thought they are not capable of love. He shifted his sights to a more exotic option -- Asian girls. When appearances alone can't win love, Matt realised there's one guaranteed way to catch the perfect lady: money.
Pattaya was the only place he could think of that would fulfil his Asian dream. He made his first trip 10 years ago in the quest to find his true love. But when he arrived, he was very surprised to find how easy it is to find love in Pattaya.
"Love happens every day here. I usually come here for three months a year. I stay in a cheap condo I bought and I can't tell you how many girls I've brought over to my love nest," Matt says proudly.
Library image of regular ATM use in Thailand
"I thought I would settle down with a nice Thai lady and have a warm loving family together, but the ladies here are not wife material. It's all about the money for them. I used to date a much younger lady and she always asked for money. She said I had to send her money every month, buy her a house and send her kid to school. If that's what love is here in Pattaya, I don't want it. Why bother when I can get someone new every day?"
"Good guys go to Heaven, bad guys go to Pattaya" -- the expression appears to be the slogan of Pattaya City. The motto may reek of sarcasm but it confirms the mindset of many tourists who come to Pattaya just for sexual shenanigans.
"I come here every year to relax and, of course, to meet young and beautiful ladies. When I first came here five years ago, I picked up a lot of girls from bars, but nowadays I can pick up girls anywhere and any time," boasts a 58-year-old Danish man who wished to remain anonymous.
https://bangkokjack.com/2018/12/27/truth-thai-bar-girls/
RAKING IN THE BAHT
Supin, a 28-year-old sex worker from Surin province in the Northeast, came to Pattaya when she was 21 at the suggestion of a friend. Needing to raise money to send her children to school, Supin decided to leave home and earn some money.
She went to Bangkok a year prior to Pattaya to work in a restaurant as a waitress where she earned 280 baht a day plus tips. But the money was never enough to feed her whole family after her Thai husband left her with two children, making her the main breadwinner.
When her friend suggested she could earn more money in Pattaya, Supin didn't think of anything else but her family. She was fully aware of what that might involve, but she was willing to do anything to bring in much-needed cash.
"I first came here to work in a beer bar. I only served drinks at that time until some customers offered me for money for sex. When I first earned 2,000 baht in one day instead of 280 baht, I realised I could actually do this for a living," Supin says.
Thanadda "Ning" Swangnetr, a 48-year-old activist and public figure who gained fame with an award-winning book exposing her life as a sex worker, told Spectrum that what forced her into prostitution when she was 18 was financial problems.
"I had a kid when I was very young from unprotected sex. I needed a lot of money to raise my child. But I only graduated high school and I had no skills. I ended up with a low-paid job earning 3,500 baht a month in Bangkok. Then a friend told me I could earn 5,000 baht a month working in a bar serving drinks in Pattaya. I decided to go since I could earn more money," Ning says.
"When I first arrived, they placed me in a room with a glass window in front. Girls were picked by customers and served them drinks. I didn't get picked for a week and thought this may not be the right job for me. Then a tour guide asked me to spend time with him in his hotel room for 4,000 baht, which was a lot of money in 1985, and I thought this is a lot of money for just one night. I then became hooked on the temptation of the large amount of money I could earn in one day."
Ning thought about quitting many times since selling herself was not something that she could tell everyone about proudly. But at the end of the day, it brought in money to feed her whole family. She occasionally did other jobs, but they never paid as much as being a sex worker.
"I was hooked on the money. I had enough to send back to my family and I even had enough to entertain myself, buy new clothes, go clubbing and actually live my life," Ning says.
PROSTITUTES, WHAT PROSTITUTES?
British newspapers The Sun and the Daily Mirror recently ran articles describing Pattaya as "the world's sex capital" and as a "modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah", sparking anger among government officials, especially PM Prayut. He has vowed to crack down on illegal businesses and prostitution in Pattaya, viewing them as a major embarrassment for Thailand.
Pattaya City officials, local police units and administrative units of Chon Buri held a press conference on the new policy, Pattaya Happy Zone, which has been immediately implemented with the main purpose of keeping popular areas of Pattaya under control and crime-free.
The Happy Zone is being enforced in the infamous Walking Street in order to control all illegal activities to make sure that the holiday experience in Pattaya is hassle-free for everyone.
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Pol Col Apichai Krobpetch, the Pattaya police superintendent, told Spectrum that Pattaya is not a hub for the sex trade. He was upset about the British media's stories, insisting they were fabricated.
"There is no such thing as prostitution in Pattaya," says Col Apichai. "Where did they get the figure of 27,000 sex workers in Pattaya? Anyone can make up this information.
"We are working very hard to keep these issues under control. We patrol every night to make sure that there are no sex workers on the streets. We make sure that all the bars follow the law and we keep our eyes on every entertainment venue and beer bar.
"Thai ladies having sex with foreigners is their personal issue. If they like each other, I don't see anything wrong with what they do behind closed doors.
"As the police chief in charge of this area, I can guarantee that Pattaya is still a safe and beautiful place to visit."
NICE LITTLE EARNER FOR THE COPS
While the police are defending Pattaya as a safe and clean place, social worker Surang Janyam, the director of Service Workers IN Group Foundation, suggests we should stop fooling ourselves that prostitution does not exist in Thailand and start thinking about ways to include sex workers as part of society and as human beings with dignity.
"We can't close our eyes and pretend that there are no sex workers in Thailand. The estimated number published in the Daily Mirror is totally inaccurate -- 27,000 sex workers in Pattaya is way too low. We have a lot more sex workers than that. However, the actual number is not the real issue," Ms Surang says.
"We have to think what we can do to improve their lives and well-being. Cracking down on prostitution and arresting sex workers won't solve the problem as they will end up having no job and no money. Meanwhile, the real issue is not them selling themselves for money. The real issue is that the government doesn't do anything to improve the dire economic situation that forces many people into this seedy business.
"Forget about legalising prostitution. How about decriminalising it altogether and bringing sex workers under the labour law? That way they can at least get some social welfare and get the same treatment each human deserves."
Chantawipa Apisuk, director of the Empower Foundation who has been working on the issue for more than 30 years, says there have been many attempts to solve the problem but none has been successful.
She suggests that instead of cracking down and banning the sex trade, the government should reach out to sex workers and ask them what they want. Then the two sides can meet halfway in order to keep everything under control.
While prostitution remains a never-ending issue, Ms Chantawipa worries that the legalisation or decriminalisation of prostitution may not be happen in her lifetime because there is a bigger issue behind it.
"Prostitution in Thailand is all about bribery. Owners of each venue must bribe the police to keep their business going. If prostitution becomes legal, how else will the cops make money? Don't forget that a big part of our income also stems from this type of business," says Ms Chantawipa.
"The police only crack down when they have to compile human trafficking reports. With the way our country is run, I doubt this issue will ever be solved."
Ning fully agrees with the legalisation of prostitution but her main concern is that sex workers will be labelled and stigmatised further.
"Legally registering as a sex worker means they also accept their status selling sex for living. Thais have a negative attitude towards this type of work even though many people earn a living this way," says Ning.
"I have many friends still in the sex trade. They are abused, they get injured and some have died from getting beaten up. We are too afraid to file a report with the police since what we do is not legal. We should be protected under the same law no matter what we do."
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Pattaya - A brief history of Thailand's PARTY TOWN
#Pattaya - A brief history of #Thailand's PARTY TOWN - It started off as nothing more than a small fishing village on the Gulf of Thailand. Its long sweeping bay was dotted with a few boats and shacks where the villagers lived.
Then a group of 500 American soldiers stationed at a military base in Nakhon Ratchasima were driven to Pattaya on June 29, 1959, for a week of rest and relaxation (R&R).
They rented several houses at the southern end of the beach from a prominent local, Luang Sunthorn, thus opening a Pandora's box for this sleepy fishing village.
Word spread among American soldiers stationed in the region and Pattaya quickly become a hot alternative destination to the concrete sprawl of Bangkok. GIs had put Pattaya on the map as the best beach destination to unwind and indulge.
When large numbers of troops began to arrive at the neighbouring Baan Sattahip air base, now known as U-tapao airport, things really started to pick up in Pattaya.
After almost half a century, Pattaya has transformed itself from a getaway destination for international soldiers during the Vietnam War to Thailand's best-known red light district among sex tourists from every corner of the world.
Pattaya in the 1960's
While Prime Minister Prayut Chan-o-cha's administration has furiously vowed to crack down on prostitution and clean up the sleazy image of Pattaya, local NGOs see this as an opportunity for society to accept the truth and solve problems that have been ignored for decades.
KEEPING THE GI SPIRIT ALIVE
The Thai and the US governments signed an agreement to provide R&R facilities in Thailand during the Vietnam War. In 1964, GIs started to arrive in U-tapao, the first US army base not far from Pattaya's beach area.
From then on until 1976, about 700,000 international soldiers were sent for R&R each year, spending one week in Thailand to party.
Women selling sex for a living is nothing new to Thai society. In 1680 during the Ayutthaya period, prostitution was fully legal and there were even state-run brothels. The skin trade was largely confined to the Bangkok area. But as soon as international soldiers started to descend on Pattaya, it became the new destination for sex workers to expand their customer base.
Sex workers adapted to the new customers, learning about exchange rates, rock and roll and the various army ranks as well as picking up the slang. They were providing services to young soldiers, some traumatised by war, in a rush to enjoy their week off before going back to the war.
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When the North Vietnamese won the war in 1975, the fortunes of Pattaya fell into a brief slump. With all the soldiers gone, many of the bars, clubs and sex workers were forced into early retirement, yet the town endured and was reinvigorated by a new wave of hedonistic visitors from near and far.
Pattaya was named a city in 1978 and began to market itself to a broader range of tourists.
Although circumstances are different from those in the 1970s, many GIs still head right to the heart of the infamous destination, where things haven't changed that much. After the Vietnam War, many servicemen remained in Pattaya.
They married Thai women, opened bars and restaurants and kept the GI spirit alive. Today thousands of American servicemen still come to Pattaya every year to participate in the joint Thai-US military exercise known as Cobra Gold.
PARADISE FOR AGEING LOTHARIOS
For a lonely old American like Matt, it's nearly impossible to find a nice young girl back home in California. But the sexagenarian still hasn't given up hope of finding the next Mrs Right.
After three failed marriages to Western women, Matt stopped looking at white girls because he thought they are not capable of love. He shifted his sights to a more exotic option -- Asian girls. When appearances alone can't win love, Matt realised there's one guaranteed way to catch the perfect lady: money.
Pattaya was the only place he could think of that would fulfil his Asian dream. He made his first trip 10 years ago in the quest to find his true love. But when he arrived, he was very surprised to find how easy it is to find love in Pattaya.
"Love happens every day here. I usually come here for three months a year. I stay in a cheap condo I bought and I can't tell you how many girls I've brought over to my love nest," Matt says proudly.
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"I thought I would settle down with a nice Thai lady and have a warm loving family together, but the ladies here are not wife material. It's all about the money for them. I used to date a much younger lady and she always asked for money. She said I had to send her money every month, buy her a house and send her kid to school. If that's what love is here in Pattaya, I don't want it. Why bother when I can get someone new every day?"
"Good guys go to Heaven, bad guys go to Pattaya" -- the expression appears to be the slogan of Pattaya City. The motto may reek of sarcasm but it confirms the mindset of many tourists who come to Pattaya just for sexual shenanigans.
"I come here every year to relax and, of course, to meet young and beautiful ladies. When I first came here five years ago, I picked up a lot of girls from bars, but nowadays I can pick up girls anywhere and any time," boasts a 58-year-old Danish man who wished to remain anonymous.
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RAKING IN THE BAHT
Supin, a 28-year-old sex worker from Surin province in the Northeast, came to Pattaya when she was 21 at the suggestion of a friend. Needing to raise money to send her children to school, Supin decided to leave home and earn some money.
She went to Bangkok a year prior to Pattaya to work in a restaurant as a waitress where she earned 280 baht a day plus tips. But the money was never enough to feed her whole family after her Thai husband left her with two children, making her the main breadwinner.
When her friend suggested she could earn more money in Pattaya, Supin didn't think of anything else but her family. She was fully aware of what that might involve, but she was willing to do anything to bring in much-needed cash.
"I first came here to work in a beer bar. I only served drinks at that time until some customers offered me for money for sex. When I first earned 2,000 baht in one day instead of 280 baht, I realised I could actually do this for a living," Supin says.
Thanadda "Ning" Swangnetr, a 48-year-old activist and public figure who gained fame with an award-winning book exposing her life as a sex worker, told Spectrum that what forced her into prostitution when she was 18 was financial problems.
"I had a kid when I was very young from unprotected sex. I needed a lot of money to raise my child. But I only graduated high school and I had no skills. I ended up with a low-paid job earning 3,500 baht a month in Bangkok. Then a friend told me I could earn 5,000 baht a month working in a bar serving drinks in Pattaya. I decided to go since I could earn more money," Ning says.
"When I first arrived, they placed me in a room with a glass window in front. Girls were picked by customers and served them drinks. I didn't get picked for a week and thought this may not be the right job for me. Then a tour guide asked me to spend time with him in his hotel room for 4,000 baht, which was a lot of money in 1985, and I thought this is a lot of money for just one night. I then became hooked on the temptation of the large amount of money I could earn in one day."
Ning thought about quitting many times since selling herself was not something that she could tell everyone about proudly. But at the end of the day, it brought in money to feed her whole family. She occasionally did other jobs, but they never paid as much as being a sex worker.
"I was hooked on the money. I had enough to send back to my family and I even had enough to entertain myself, buy new clothes, go clubbing and actually live my life," Ning says.
PROSTITUTES, WHAT PROSTITUTES?
British newspapers The Sun and the Daily Mirror recently ran articles describing Pattaya as "the world's sex capital" and as a "modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah", sparking anger among government officials, especially PM Prayut. He has vowed to crack down on illegal businesses and prostitution in Pattaya, viewing them as a major embarrassment for Thailand.
Pattaya City officials, local police units and administrative units of Chon Buri held a press conference on the new policy, Pattaya Happy Zone, which has been immediately implemented with the main purpose of keeping popular areas of Pattaya under control and crime-free.
The Happy Zone is being enforced in the infamous Walking Street in order to control all illegal activities to make sure that the holiday experience in Pattaya is hassle-free for everyone.
Library image
Pol Col Apichai Krobpetch, the Pattaya police superintendent, told Spectrum that Pattaya is not a hub for the sex trade. He was upset about the British media's stories, insisting they were fabricated.
"There is no such thing as prostitution in Pattaya," says Col Apichai. "Where did they get the figure of 27,000 sex workers in Pattaya? Anyone can make up this information.
"We are working very hard to keep these issues under control. We patrol every night to make sure that there are no sex workers on the streets. We make sure that all the bars follow the law and we keep our eyes on every entertainment venue and beer bar.
"Thai ladies having sex with foreigners is their personal issue. If they like each other, I don't see anything wrong with what they do behind closed doors.
"As the police chief in charge of this area, I can guarantee that Pattaya is still a safe and beautiful place to visit."
NICE LITTLE EARNER FOR THE COPS
While the police are defending Pattaya as a safe and clean place, social worker Surang Janyam, the director of Service Workers IN Group Foundation, suggests we should stop fooling ourselves that prostitution does not exist in Thailand and start thinking about ways to include sex workers as part of society and as human beings with dignity.
"We can't close our eyes and pretend that there are no sex workers in Thailand. The estimated number published in the Daily Mirror is totally inaccurate -- 27,000 sex workers in Pattaya is way too low. We have a lot more sex workers than that. However, the actual number is not the real issue," Ms Surang says.
"We have to think what we can do to improve their lives and well-being. Cracking down on prostitution and arresting sex workers won't solve the problem as they will end up having no job and no money. Meanwhile, the real issue is not them selling themselves for money. The real issue is that the government doesn't do anything to improve the dire economic situation that forces many people into this seedy business.
"Forget about legalising prostitution. How about decriminalising it altogether and bringing sex workers under the labour law? That way they can at least get some social welfare and get the same treatment each human deserves."
Chantawipa Apisuk, director of the Empower Foundation who has been working on the issue for more than 30 years, says there have been many attempts to solve the problem but none has been successful.
She suggests that instead of cracking down and banning the sex trade, the government should reach out to sex workers and ask them what they want. Then the two sides can meet halfway in order to keep everything under control.
While prostitution remains a never-ending issue, Ms Chantawipa worries that the legalisation or decriminalisation of prostitution may not be happen in her lifetime because there is a bigger issue behind it.
"Prostitution in Thailand is all about bribery. Owners of each venue must bribe the police to keep their business going. If prostitution becomes legal, how else will the cops make money? Don't forget that a big part of our income also stems from this type of business," says Ms Chantawipa.
"The police only crack down when they have to compile human trafficking reports. With the way our country is run, I doubt this issue will ever be solved."
Ning fully agrees with the legalisation of prostitution but her main concern is that sex workers will be labelled and stigmatised further.
"Legally registering as a sex worker means they also accept their status selling sex for living. Thais have a negative attitude towards this type of work even though many people earn a living this way," says Ning.
"I have many friends still in the sex trade. They are abused, they get injured and some have died from getting beaten up. We are too afraid to file a report with the police since what we do is not legal. We should be protected under the same law no matter what we do."
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