#Thee Booth Experience

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Life Lately with the High Codes Podcast

Last month I chopped it up with the family over on the High Codes Podcast about Life Lately with the addition of Haven being a father of 2 now, How Thee Booth Experience came about and continues to flourish, as well as Married life and how we snuck off to Paris last year. As always life is good, I’m living the dream, and taking everything in stride. Felt good fellowshipping with like minded brothers, therapeutic even.

Shoutout to my guys Omatic, Charles, and Cousin Musa for having me. Like, Comment, Share, and Subscribe!

Here’s a short clip and the full podcast below.

[nyxvamps]

CHB has yearly dances. One for the entire camp and then one for campers 16+. they're usually on the same night so that the younger campers don't feel left out and the older campers can have fun without having to dance to kids bop all night.

The weeks leading up, the head counselors will take their cabin on a trip into new york to hit up thrift stores and second hand shops to find dresses, suits, costumes, accessories, whatever they want to wear.

Campers go all out. It's like a little met gala. The entire space surrounding the dining pavilion is decked out in lights and streamers and decorations and someone even managed to find a beat up orange carpet that everyone agreed to call a red carpet for the chance to have everyone walk in, in singles, pairs, or groups to pose and get their pictures taken.

The first dance goes until 10pm then everyone under 16 has to start packing up and heading to their cabins where adult campers have volunteered to babysit for the night while every 16+ stays until the sun starts to come up.

It's always during the summer so that as many campers as possible can attend.

There's karaoke, dance battles, a photo booth, all the cliches of a highschool dance that many of the kids (and now adults) never really got to experience. There's even camp royalty, but instead of just king and queen it's an entire court. One year, everyone voted Clarisse as king and Percy as queen just to make them dance together. it was pure coincidence that their outfits matched.

And you may be wondering "why are 16 year olds partying with 20+ year olds?" because this camp is a safe place and no shady business will be going down. Everyone is partying in their star shaped sunglasses and feather boa's, jamming to ABBA and Meg Thee Stallion. All cups are spelled so that if you are under the age limit or about to get to drunk and try to put alcohol in your glass, it immediately turns into juice. So there are no underage drinkers and no one getting messy drunk. Everyone's to busy dancing till they can't feel their feet to even think about doing anything scandalous.

[twst-beam]

I see you are in need of prompts, then I shall humbly bestow upon thee some a prompt.

Hmm, what about going to a farmer's market with *insert YOUR favourite character here*? I believe in shameless self-enjoyment when it comes to writing; be self-indulgent. Don't you want to go apeshit?

Also do give your hands a well deserved rest every so often ^v^

ohohohoho you're giving me a lot of power with the YOUR favorite character there dove dear, but alright let's go >:D

Gifts

??? words, featuring my THREE favorite boyos because self-indulgence ftw <3

Deuce Spade

Going to the farmer's market was his idea; the two of you needed groceries, and it just so happened that the farmer's market was convenient for you.

Early morning, it was decided, it would double as a date, and both of you were early risers anyway. It'd also boost the morale of the farmers, Deuce had reasoned, and you fell all over again.

A wicker basket, two, so that you could carry your purchases home, although Deuce insisted he'd carry all of them for you, and you laughed and told him no.

The morning sun shone brightly as you walked towards the farmer's market, feeding a few ducks along the way as you walked by the lake and watching as Deuce's expressions softened every time, it was cute, and he grinned sheepishly when he caught you staring.

The entrance to the farmer's market was marked by a decorated arc, and it was peaceful and fun as the two of you walked around, buying produce and chatting with the stall owners, at one point Deuce was given a comically large round of cheese to carry home when he fought off a bunch of menaces from an old lady's stall.

But the real highlight of that morning was when Deuce found the chicks.

One, two, three, more chicks than he could count properly waddled around in a pen, and with a joke, an exclamation of wonder, and a hopeful confirmation, the two of you brought home two very full wicker baskets and a baby chick that rested on Deuce's head.

Jade Leech

Though he thought foraging in the mountains would have been a better decision for both your budget and experience, he relented when he saw the eagerness in your eyes.

By midmorning, you were dragging him to the farmer's market, chattering about the crafts and produce that could be found, and he smiled despite himself.

He watched as you conversed eagerly with the merchants, calmly observing how you skilfully picked the best produce, and how you looked at the crafts with admiration.

You had just purchased a new scarf, wrapping it around your neck and grinning as you waved at him to come over.

"Jade, Jade, look at this one"

He leans over as you took a scarf from the layed out pile on the table, and widened his eyes slightly as he saw what made you wave him over.

"Mushroom print," you smiled as you showed it to him, "and with the coloration and teal ruffles it reminded me of you"

He took it gently from your hands, noticing how the fabric was smooth but thick enough to warm, and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, my pearl"

You muttered a "you're welcome", dazed by the sudden display of affection as he thanked the stall owner and payed for the scarf, bringing you out of your reverie.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was the one supposed to pay for that, not you"

Jade grinned, displaying his sharp teeth, eyes glinting with mischief as he feigned innocence.

"You were?"

You huffed, "it was supposed to be my gift for you, for bringing me here."

He leaned closer, scarf now hanging from his neck as he tapped his lips in thought, smirk giving away his intentions.

"Then what about a different gift?"

Rook Hunt

Your expedition to the farmer's market was on a whim, a fancy, a spur of the moment thing, but who were you to complain? the moment his hand held yours you couldn't help but go anywhere he wanted.

So there you were, between the rows of stalls and booths, illuminated by the fairy lights as Rook marveled at each product, generously purchasing trinkets and produce and whatever caught his eye.

You couldn't help but smile as Rook's exclamations of fascination and wonder brought smiles to the farmers' faces, and as you sat he waxed poetic about all the beauties the market provided, and you looked at the moon, content to hear him speak amidst the chatter and bustle of the bazaars.

"...but you know what the most amazing thing is in this place, mon amour?"

You closed your eyes, tilting your head as you emitted a curious "hmm?"

He held your hand, looking into your eyes as he smiled in adoration.

"You."

[popentertainmentconcertreviews]

Trixie Mattel – The Fillmore – Philadelphia, PA – June 30, 2024

A sea of pink took over Philadelphia Sunday night when Trixie Mattel arrived for the final night of her infamous Solid Pink Disco pride tour. The night started out with some classic remixes as fans gathered in the venue, completely decked out in all shades of pink and Trixie Mattel merch. Fans sang along to the classics, including a-ha’s “Take On Me,” ABBA’s “Dancing Queen,” and of course, “Read U Wrote U” from RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars season 2. As it got closer to 9pm, Trixie’s DJ Mother Mateo Segade took the stage, along with a local Philadelphia cast of drag and burlesque performers to warm up the crowd.

As 9:45 rolled around, the crowd went wild as Trixie took the stage. She waved to the crowd as she looked stunning, flaunting her hot pink outfit, a pink studded jacket and ruffled bottoms, before taking her position at the DJ booth. She opened her set with none other than her track, Solid Pink Disco. This was met with an explosion of confetti, and cheers from every person in the room. The crowd was immediately up off their feet, dancing along with smiles that could be seen from a mile away.

Trixie interacted with the crowd, picking up her microphone to speak with the audience throughout her set, as well as giving the audience the power to choose whether she stayed in her pink stiletto heels, or changed to pink Crocs. The crowd, of course, went nuts for the Crocs! Trixie used a number of props such as a fan, and her gorgeous Trixie Cosmetics handheld mirror to put on quite the entertaining performance behind the booth. Her dancing never stopped, and neither did the crowd’s! The cast of dancers and performers stayed on the stage the whole time, dancing along and entertaining the crowd alongside Trixie.

Trixie played remixes of a whole host of songs, including Dua Lipa’s “Dance the Night,” The Trammps’ “Disco Inferno,” Aqua’s “Barbie Girl,” Lipps Inc.’s “Funkytown,” Kungs’ “Clap Your Hands,” Megan Thee Stallion’s “HER,” Iggy Azalea’s “Fancy,” ABBA’s “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight),” and of course, Trixie’s own and my personal favorite, “Looking Good, Feeling Gorgeous.” Overall, Solid Pink Disco was nothing short of an amazing experience. Full of so many iconic songs, the fabulous Trixie Mattel herself, and a wonderful cast of local performers, the energy was at its peak throughout the entire night, and the dancing never stopped!

Emma Fox

Copyright ©2024 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: July 2, 2024.

Photos by Emma Fox © 2024. All rights reserved.

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Sara Landry has come a long way since throwing underground raves in Austin, Texas. In the last year, the producer, DJ, and audio engineer (dubbed “The High Priestess of Hard Techno”) became the first techno artist to play Tomorrowland’s main stage, released her debut EP Spiritual Driveby, and landed at #75 on DJ Mag’s Top 100 DJs list.  Next up? The US debut of her audio-visual tour Eternalism — a high-caliber production featuring custom structures and ethereal visuals from studio High Scream — at Coachella’s Sahara stage. Bringing Eternalism to Coachella is a full-circle moment for Landry, who was originally set to perform at the festival in April 2020 (in a much lower spot on the bill) before the pandemic brought everything to a halt.  “I was scheduled to be the last day’s opening act in 2020, and at the time, I was like, ‘Oh my god, this is it. This is going to be my big break that I’ve been working five years for,’” Landry tells me over Zoom from her Amsterdam home, still buzzing from an all-nighter in the studio in preparation for her Coachella set. “And then the pandemic happened. So it’s a very surreal feeling to be going back this year. They dropped the lineup and I’m playing after Three 6 Mafia, which is crazy.”  Coachella might seem like an unlikely stage for hard techno — a subgenre characterized by high tempos and pounding bass lines and more associated with warehouses and underground clubs in Berlin or New York City than at polished big-budget US festivals. But bringing blistering BPMs to the masses has always been part of Sara’s MO. For her, techno isn’t just music — it’s a cathartic escape that she’s determined to share.  “I feel like it’s such a misunderstood genre, but there’s so much variety, and there’s so much beauty in it, and there’s so many different ways you can make music and tell stories and share emotion through it,” Landry says. “The origins of the rave scene are in queer and Black communities in Chicago and Detroit, and the whole foundation was it being a safe space for free self expression to be yourself and enjoy yourself. So for me, that’s very important.” Ahead of her Coachella debut, Landry chats about Eternalism, dealing with misogyny as a woman artist in a male-dominated scene, fashion, and her take on dance floor cell phone etiquette.  Refinery29: Coachella will be the US debut of your new Eternalism tour. What can people expect from the set?  Sara Landry: We’ve been developing Eternalism for eight months to a year now, thinking about how we can create something that’s bigger than just showing up and plugging in. I’ve done hundreds of shows like that, but we wanted to add an extra layer to the experience and give the fans something that’s really special and unique, that they can only get with me. I wanted to create something that felt really beautiful and fun, feminist, uplifting and esoteric. … We took a lot of inspiration from [Swiss artist] H.R. Giger to create this sort of other worldly, alien goddess vibe to the visuals.  You’re over a decade into your career — how did you first get into DJing? I started learning to DJ 11 years ago and learning to produce 10 years ago. I had been working in nightlife in mainstream clubs, and I managed to finesse my way into the DJ booth and was like… yeah, I’d like to know more about that. My first serious techno experience was in November 2017. I had gone to the Ableton Loop conference in Berlin and completely blew off the final day of the conference to go to [nightclub] Berghain by myself. I still have an audio recording in my phone of Len Faki playing the main floor, like 134 BPM, grindy industrial German techno. Being an American girl from Texas, I’d never seen a set like that. It blew my mind at the time.  You’re known for mixing more mainstream music (like Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion’s “WAP”) into hard techno — which goes a bit against the grain and has caught you some flack among “techno purists.” What’s the story behind your decision to bring in other genres?  My remix of “WAP” was not so much a serious creative endeavor, but more of an impulsive “let’s scratch this autism itch.” [Editor’s note: Landry has long been vocal about her neurodivergence.] At the same time, I was also producing gnarly, grinding, industrial techno. When I started playing, it was at 100-person raves, underground clubs, in queer community dance scenes, so it was always something for the gays and the girls. I’m from Texas. Meg’s from Texas. We love Meg. So like, hell yeah, I’m gonna put Megan The Stallion over a techno kick, and everybody’s gonna have to deal with it.  As a producer, it’s also an exercise in working with vocalists and vocal production in the way that more mainstream artists do. My background is in sound engineering, building everything from scratch, drums, all of that stuff, so for me it was always a fun exercise. The gays really love it. The girls really love it. The techno purists… I mean, whatever, that’s not my business. You recently posted a TikTok calling out the misogyny you’ve encountered as you’ve risen in the scene. People have accused you of being “an industry plant” despite the fact that you’ve been honing your craft for over a decade. Were you prepared for the hate, and how do you handle it? “Bought or fucked her way in” is what they always assume. I’ve experienced [misogyny] in every different flavor, and it’s one of those things where you’re like, surely this can’t be that bad. Like, surely we’ve moved past this. But no, no, no, it is so much worse to the point that I handed control of my socials to my team for my mental health.  I’m an Ableton beta tester, I’ve done an Ableton editorial feature, I’ve done master classes, I’ve done Twitch streams, I mix all my own tracks, and I master a good chunk of my tracks. And it doesn’t matter how much I do… because when people see me, they form kind of an immediate opinion, especially because my career kind of kicked into the stratosphere so quickly. The old adage that it “takes 10 years to be an overnight success,” is true, but the misogyny is really crazy. Those of us who are on tour, the girls and I, we all talk about it privately. When I started to go through it, Amelie Lens reached out, and was like, “Hey, girl, don’t read the comments. Focus on yourself. Focus on your life. Everything else is noise.” There’s some other up and coming female DJs who’ve been kind of going through the same thing that I’ve gone through, and I’ve been paying it forward, like “Hey, girl, ignore it. If a man is determined to hate you, he’s gonna hate you, and there’s really nothing you can do about it.” What’s your take on people using cell phones on the dance floor?  On the rare occasion that I actually get to go and enjoy a show, I’m not on my phone, and I wish that people in the crowd wouldn’t do that either. If you have your phone out the whole time, I feel like you’re missing part of the experience. I think phones are a necessary evil, and I can tell which tracks really slapped by how many phones go up when I’m performing, but at the same time, I sometimes want to go on the mic and be like, “Guys, put your fucking phones away. I have like, three content guys that are gonna capture videos, like we got it. Enjoy yourself. Have fun. Don’t worry about it. I got you.” You have sick style and were recently front row at Rick Owen’s Paris Fashion Week show. Have you always been a fashion girlie, and how has your style evolved over your career?  I just love the idea of being able to tell a story and just become whoever you want like a chameleon. I’ve always been what I would call a “uniform dresser,” like I’ve been doing the all black thing for a decade now, maybe longer. I’ve always loved Rick Owens and Ann Demeulemeester. Lady Gaga was a huge early influence for me. I’m actually manifesting that I get to meet her at Coachella because the first ever show I went to was the Monster Ball tour. I made a custom outfit, and I covered myself in sequins and rhinestones and got all decked out. It was actually her music videos and her fashion that got me into my first high fashion love, which was Alexander McQueen. May he rest in peace, an absolute genius.  As a seasoned raver, what are some of your best music festival tips?  I stay strapped with blister band aids, lip gloss, and essential oil inhalers. You can also get refillable travel perfume containers [for your favorite scents], so I always keep those on me — I don’t want to ever smell like BO. The other thing I would say is that it’s only a party if everybody gets home safe. I cannot stress enough how important it is to be smart, mindful and conservative when you’re partying and to look out for your friends. If you see somebody who needs help, please help them. And if you need water at my set, tell me, and I will get you some water.  This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity. Like what you see? How about some more R29 goodness, right here?7 Can’t-Miss Events During Coachella WeekendDJ Alison Wonderland On EDC, Music & Motherhood Source link

[norajworld]

Sara Landry has come a long way since throwing underground raves in Austin, Texas. In the last year, the producer, DJ, and audio engineer (dubbed “The High Priestess of Hard Techno”) became the first techno artist to play Tomorrowland’s main stage, released her debut EP Spiritual Driveby, and landed at #75 on DJ Mag’s Top 100 DJs list.  Next up? The US debut of her audio-visual tour Eternalism — a high-caliber production featuring custom structures and ethereal visuals from studio High Scream — at Coachella’s Sahara stage. Bringing Eternalism to Coachella is a full-circle moment for Landry, who was originally set to perform at the festival in April 2020 (in a much lower spot on the bill) before the pandemic brought everything to a halt.  “I was scheduled to be the last day’s opening act in 2020, and at the time, I was like, ‘Oh my god, this is it. This is going to be my big break that I’ve been working five years for,’” Landry tells me over Zoom from her Amsterdam home, still buzzing from an all-nighter in the studio in preparation for her Coachella set. “And then the pandemic happened. So it’s a very surreal feeling to be going back this year. They dropped the lineup and I’m playing after Three 6 Mafia, which is crazy.”  Coachella might seem like an unlikely stage for hard techno — a subgenre characterized by high tempos and pounding bass lines and more associated with warehouses and underground clubs in Berlin or New York City than at polished big-budget US festivals. But bringing blistering BPMs to the masses has always been part of Sara’s MO. For her, techno isn’t just music — it’s a cathartic escape that she’s determined to share.  “I feel like it’s such a misunderstood genre, but there’s so much variety, and there’s so much beauty in it, and there’s so many different ways you can make music and tell stories and share emotion through it,” Landry says. “The origins of the rave scene are in queer and Black communities in Chicago and Detroit, and the whole foundation was it being a safe space for free self expression to be yourself and enjoy yourself. So for me, that’s very important.” Ahead of her Coachella debut, Landry chats about Eternalism, dealing with misogyny as a woman artist in a male-dominated scene, fashion, and her take on dance floor cell phone etiquette.  Refinery29: Coachella will be the US debut of your new Eternalism tour. What can people expect from the set?  Sara Landry: We’ve been developing Eternalism for eight months to a year now, thinking about how we can create something that’s bigger than just showing up and plugging in. I’ve done hundreds of shows like that, but we wanted to add an extra layer to the experience and give the fans something that’s really special and unique, that they can only get with me. I wanted to create something that felt really beautiful and fun, feminist, uplifting and esoteric. … We took a lot of inspiration from [Swiss artist] H.R. Giger to create this sort of other worldly, alien goddess vibe to the visuals.  You’re over a decade into your career — how did you first get into DJing? I started learning to DJ 11 years ago and learning to produce 10 years ago. I had been working in nightlife in mainstream clubs, and I managed to finesse my way into the DJ booth and was like… yeah, I’d like to know more about that. My first serious techno experience was in November 2017. I had gone to the Ableton Loop conference in Berlin and completely blew off the final day of the conference to go to [nightclub] Berghain by myself. I still have an audio recording in my phone of Len Faki playing the main floor, like 134 BPM, grindy industrial German techno. Being an American girl from Texas, I’d never seen a set like that. It blew my mind at the time.  You’re known for mixing more mainstream music (like Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion’s “WAP”) into hard techno — which goes a bit against the grain and has caught you some flack among “techno purists.” What’s the story behind your decision to bring in other genres?  My remix of “WAP” was not so much a serious creative endeavor, but more of an impulsive “let’s scratch this autism itch.” [Editor’s note: Landry has long been vocal about her neurodivergence.] At the same time, I was also producing gnarly, grinding, industrial techno. When I started playing, it was at 100-person raves, underground clubs, in queer community dance scenes, so it was always something for the gays and the girls. I’m from Texas. Meg’s from Texas. We love Meg. So like, hell yeah, I’m gonna put Megan The Stallion over a techno kick, and everybody’s gonna have to deal with it.  As a producer, it’s also an exercise in working with vocalists and vocal production in the way that more mainstream artists do. My background is in sound engineering, building everything from scratch, drums, all of that stuff, so for me it was always a fun exercise. The gays really love it. The girls really love it. The techno purists… I mean, whatever, that’s not my business. You recently posted a TikTok calling out the misogyny you’ve encountered as you’ve risen in the scene. People have accused you of being “an industry plant” despite the fact that you’ve been honing your craft for over a decade. Were you prepared for the hate, and how do you handle it? “Bought or fucked her way in” is what they always assume. I’ve experienced [misogyny] in every different flavor, and it’s one of those things where you’re like, surely this can’t be that bad. Like, surely we’ve moved past this. But no, no, no, it is so much worse to the point that I handed control of my socials to my team for my mental health.  I’m an Ableton beta tester, I’ve done an Ableton editorial feature, I’ve done master classes, I’ve done Twitch streams, I mix all my own tracks, and I master a good chunk of my tracks. And it doesn’t matter how much I do… because when people see me, they form kind of an immediate opinion, especially because my career kind of kicked into the stratosphere so quickly. The old adage that it “takes 10 years to be an overnight success,” is true, but the misogyny is really crazy. Those of us who are on tour, the girls and I, we all talk about it privately. When I started to go through it, Amelie Lens reached out, and was like, “Hey, girl, don’t read the comments. Focus on yourself. Focus on your life. Everything else is noise.” There’s some other up and coming female DJs who’ve been kind of going through the same thing that I’ve gone through, and I’ve been paying it forward, like “Hey, girl, ignore it. If a man is determined to hate you, he’s gonna hate you, and there’s really nothing you can do about it.” What’s your take on people using cell phones on the dance floor?  On the rare occasion that I actually get to go and enjoy a show, I’m not on my phone, and I wish that people in the crowd wouldn’t do that either. If you have your phone out the whole time, I feel like you’re missing part of the experience. I think phones are a necessary evil, and I can tell which tracks really slapped by how many phones go up when I’m performing, but at the same time, I sometimes want to go on the mic and be like, “Guys, put your fucking phones away. I have like, three content guys that are gonna capture videos, like we got it. Enjoy yourself. Have fun. Don’t worry about it. I got you.” You have sick style and were recently front row at Rick Owen’s Paris Fashion Week show. Have you always been a fashion girlie, and how has your style evolved over your career?  I just love the idea of being able to tell a story and just become whoever you want like a chameleon. I’ve always been what I would call a “uniform dresser,” like I’ve been doing the all black thing for a decade now, maybe longer. I’ve always loved Rick Owens and Ann Demeulemeester. Lady Gaga was a huge early influence for me. I’m actually manifesting that I get to meet her at Coachella because the first ever show I went to was the Monster Ball tour. I made a custom outfit, and I covered myself in sequins and rhinestones and got all decked out. It was actually her music videos and her fashion that got me into my first high fashion love, which was Alexander McQueen. May he rest in peace, an absolute genius.  As a seasoned raver, what are some of your best music festival tips?  I stay strapped with blister band aids, lip gloss, and essential oil inhalers. You can also get refillable travel perfume containers [for your favorite scents], so I always keep those on me — I don’t want to ever smell like BO. The other thing I would say is that it’s only a party if everybody gets home safe. I cannot stress enough how important it is to be smart, mindful and conservative when you’re partying and to look out for your friends. If you see somebody who needs help, please help them. And if you need water at my set, tell me, and I will get you some water.  This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity. Like what you see? How about some more R29 goodness, right here?7 Can’t-Miss Events During Coachella WeekendDJ Alison Wonderland On EDC, Music & Motherhood Source link

[chilimili212]

Sara Landry has come a long way since throwing underground raves in Austin, Texas. In the last year, the producer, DJ, and audio engineer (dubbed “The High Priestess of Hard Techno”) became the first techno artist to play Tomorrowland’s main stage, released her debut EP Spiritual Driveby, and landed at #75 on DJ Mag’s Top 100 DJs list.  Next up? The US debut of her audio-visual tour Eternalism — a high-caliber production featuring custom structures and ethereal visuals from studio High Scream — at Coachella’s Sahara stage. Bringing Eternalism to Coachella is a full-circle moment for Landry, who was originally set to perform at the festival in April 2020 (in a much lower spot on the bill) before the pandemic brought everything to a halt.  “I was scheduled to be the last day’s opening act in 2020, and at the time, I was like, ‘Oh my god, this is it. This is going to be my big break that I’ve been working five years for,’” Landry tells me over Zoom from her Amsterdam home, still buzzing from an all-nighter in the studio in preparation for her Coachella set. “And then the pandemic happened. So it’s a very surreal feeling to be going back this year. They dropped the lineup and I’m playing after Three 6 Mafia, which is crazy.”  Coachella might seem like an unlikely stage for hard techno — a subgenre characterized by high tempos and pounding bass lines and more associated with warehouses and underground clubs in Berlin or New York City than at polished big-budget US festivals. But bringing blistering BPMs to the masses has always been part of Sara’s MO. For her, techno isn’t just music — it’s a cathartic escape that she’s determined to share.  “I feel like it’s such a misunderstood genre, but there’s so much variety, and there’s so much beauty in it, and there’s so many different ways you can make music and tell stories and share emotion through it,” Landry says. “The origins of the rave scene are in queer and Black communities in Chicago and Detroit, and the whole foundation was it being a safe space for free self expression to be yourself and enjoy yourself. So for me, that’s very important.” Ahead of her Coachella debut, Landry chats about Eternalism, dealing with misogyny as a woman artist in a male-dominated scene, fashion, and her take on dance floor cell phone etiquette.  Refinery29: Coachella will be the US debut of your new Eternalism tour. What can people expect from the set?  Sara Landry: We’ve been developing Eternalism for eight months to a year now, thinking about how we can create something that’s bigger than just showing up and plugging in. I’ve done hundreds of shows like that, but we wanted to add an extra layer to the experience and give the fans something that’s really special and unique, that they can only get with me. I wanted to create something that felt really beautiful and fun, feminist, uplifting and esoteric. … We took a lot of inspiration from [Swiss artist] H.R. Giger to create this sort of other worldly, alien goddess vibe to the visuals.  You’re over a decade into your career — how did you first get into DJing? I started learning to DJ 11 years ago and learning to produce 10 years ago. I had been working in nightlife in mainstream clubs, and I managed to finesse my way into the DJ booth and was like… yeah, I’d like to know more about that. My first serious techno experience was in November 2017. I had gone to the Ableton Loop conference in Berlin and completely blew off the final day of the conference to go to [nightclub] Berghain by myself. I still have an audio recording in my phone of Len Faki playing the main floor, like 134 BPM, grindy industrial German techno. Being an American girl from Texas, I’d never seen a set like that. It blew my mind at the time.  You’re known for mixing more mainstream music (like Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion’s “WAP”) into hard techno — which goes a bit against the grain and has caught you some flack among “techno purists.” What’s the story behind your decision to bring in other genres?  My remix of “WAP” was not so much a serious creative endeavor, but more of an impulsive “let’s scratch this autism itch.” [Editor’s note: Landry has long been vocal about her neurodivergence.] At the same time, I was also producing gnarly, grinding, industrial techno. When I started playing, it was at 100-person raves, underground clubs, in queer community dance scenes, so it was always something for the gays and the girls. I’m from Texas. Meg’s from Texas. We love Meg. So like, hell yeah, I’m gonna put Megan The Stallion over a techno kick, and everybody’s gonna have to deal with it.  As a producer, it’s also an exercise in working with vocalists and vocal production in the way that more mainstream artists do. My background is in sound engineering, building everything from scratch, drums, all of that stuff, so for me it was always a fun exercise. The gays really love it. The girls really love it. The techno purists… I mean, whatever, that’s not my business. You recently posted a TikTok calling out the misogyny you’ve encountered as you’ve risen in the scene. People have accused you of being “an industry plant” despite the fact that you’ve been honing your craft for over a decade. Were you prepared for the hate, and how do you handle it? “Bought or fucked her way in” is what they always assume. I’ve experienced [misogyny] in every different flavor, and it’s one of those things where you’re like, surely this can’t be that bad. Like, surely we’ve moved past this. But no, no, no, it is so much worse to the point that I handed control of my socials to my team for my mental health.  I’m an Ableton beta tester, I’ve done an Ableton editorial feature, I’ve done master classes, I’ve done Twitch streams, I mix all my own tracks, and I master a good chunk of my tracks. And it doesn’t matter how much I do… because when people see me, they form kind of an immediate opinion, especially because my career kind of kicked into the stratosphere so quickly. The old adage that it “takes 10 years to be an overnight success,” is true, but the misogyny is really crazy. Those of us who are on tour, the girls and I, we all talk about it privately. When I started to go through it, Amelie Lens reached out, and was like, “Hey, girl, don’t read the comments. Focus on yourself. Focus on your life. Everything else is noise.” There’s some other up and coming female DJs who’ve been kind of going through the same thing that I’ve gone through, and I’ve been paying it forward, like “Hey, girl, ignore it. If a man is determined to hate you, he’s gonna hate you, and there’s really nothing you can do about it.” What’s your take on people using cell phones on the dance floor?  On the rare occasion that I actually get to go and enjoy a show, I’m not on my phone, and I wish that people in the crowd wouldn’t do that either. If you have your phone out the whole time, I feel like you’re missing part of the experience. I think phones are a necessary evil, and I can tell which tracks really slapped by how many phones go up when I’m performing, but at the same time, I sometimes want to go on the mic and be like, “Guys, put your fucking phones away. I have like, three content guys that are gonna capture videos, like we got it. Enjoy yourself. Have fun. Don’t worry about it. I got you.” You have sick style and were recently front row at Rick Owen’s Paris Fashion Week show. Have you always been a fashion girlie, and how has your style evolved over your career?  I just love the idea of being able to tell a story and just become whoever you want like a chameleon. I’ve always been what I would call a “uniform dresser,” like I’ve been doing the all black thing for a decade now, maybe longer. I’ve always loved Rick Owens and Ann Demeulemeester. Lady Gaga was a huge early influence for me. I’m actually manifesting that I get to meet her at Coachella because the first ever show I went to was the Monster Ball tour. I made a custom outfit, and I covered myself in sequins and rhinestones and got all decked out. It was actually her music videos and her fashion that got me into my first high fashion love, which was Alexander McQueen. May he rest in peace, an absolute genius.  As a seasoned raver, what are some of your best music festival tips?  I stay strapped with blister band aids, lip gloss, and essential oil inhalers. You can also get refillable travel perfume containers [for your favorite scents], so I always keep those on me — I don’t want to ever smell like BO. The other thing I would say is that it’s only a party if everybody gets home safe. I cannot stress enough how important it is to be smart, mindful and conservative when you’re partying and to look out for your friends. If you see somebody who needs help, please help them. And if you need water at my set, tell me, and I will get you some water.  This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity. Like what you see? How about some more R29 goodness, right here?7 Can’t-Miss Events During Coachella WeekendDJ Alison Wonderland On EDC, Music & Motherhood Source link

[goonmilk]

The Black Cat

I had the Opportunity to bring Thee Booth Experience to the world renown Black Cat DC for #BreakingChains a Local Artist showcase featuring TOB, Nino Paid, Big Don Bino, Yaddiya, Griot, Pack Man Dre, DJ Bri Mafia, DJ Tumm Tumm and a few more Artist as well. Long Live Gogo Sponsored the show and it was a great turnout from and for the City. A lot of familiar faces and opportunity to network across the DMV rap/hip hop stratosphere. I honestly was glad to get out the house and practice shooting with my new Prisma Lens FX filters. Got some amazing shots with the Moody starburst filter. Also just good opportunity to show face in the area to start the new year off with Thee Booth Experience.

[ancestorsofjudah]

2 Kings 17: 29-34. "The Civet."

The Dream of Jacob, "the follower" who becomes Israel, "who overcomes" is underdeveloped in modern times. Jacob not only overcomes his animal nature, his need to follow his wife around or the temple elders he overcomes his human nature, and dreams of being completely free of any burden of effort save the field, the bar, the bedroom, etc. He represents the essence of Shabbat.

But alas he is a fictional character and cannot do much for us without a living analog. Someone has to tell the people about Shabbat. There is a point religion stops and real life begins. Should real life resemble the blessed goodness stated in the religion that is ideal, but certainly one should not stop until it is God, man, nature, and mankind existing in utter freedom from any kind of unnatural effort, and religion is thee worst of unnatural works to understake.

Even the God of Israel has said, underneath His Work He is the God Shiva, the Destroyer of All. It is forbidden to visualize Shiva or to pray to Him, to search for Him or to attempt to understand Him. One must sit and find the Greatness of God such as it is without the help. The King and Prince of Israel (or Queen and Lesbian Princess) must demonstrate the effortlessness of this for the Torah and all of its roots, branches, blooms and fruits to be of the truth.

Shabbat is verily the presence of nothing but. As in medtiation upon Shiva, during Shabbat one rests and realizes God is resting too. He is doing nothing, but He is also doing everything. How is this possible? And what makes it so difficult for us to grasp Him?

Appointments...that's what:

29 Nevertheless, each national group made its own gods in the several towns where they settled, and set them up in the shrines the people of Samaria had made at the high places. 

30 The people from Babylon made Sukkoth Benoth, those from Kuthah made Nergal, and those from Hamath made Ashima; 

31 the Avvites made Nibhaz and Tartak, and the Sepharvites burned their children in the fire as sacrifices to Adrammelek and Anammelek, the gods of Sepharvaim. 

32 They worshiped the Lord, but they also appointed all sorts of their own people to officiate for them as priests in the shrines at the high places. 

33 They worshiped the Lord, but they also served their own gods in accordance with the customs of the nations from which they had been brought.

34 To this day they persist in their former practices. They neither worship the Lord nor adhere to the decrees and regulations, the laws and commands that the Lord gave the descendants of Jacob, whom he named Israel. 

How do we habitually become more like Israel (AKA engaged in Shabbat) than like Jacob? The Values in Gematria explain:

v. 29: Each town, consisting of every person who is a community of thoughts, emotions, and experiences has its own household god and he is generally equated to the tempermant and capabilities of a teenaged boy brat. If you set them up, they will return the favor.

The Value in Gematria is 9467, טוז, "an ace." The Ace is King David who made a boneryard out of the Philistines and gave the people their own independent place to live. To be a Jew one has to understand the best is just better than the rest and having a little household god or skirting the attempts of another's is just no fun.

v. 30:  The people from Babylon made Sukkoth Benoth, those from Kuthah made Nergal, and those from Hamath made Ashima; 

Babylon=overbearing government

Sukkoth Benoth=Booths of Daughters. This essentially means we know how to score points by making money, laying track, putting planes in the sky, curing diseases, we can add degrees to our resumes, we can program computers nearly to the point of thinking like us, but we cannot program ourselves.

The human condition evades proper planning and controls and this is the one thing we rely upon government for- to structure and channel which narrow directions along which the self can wobble a little and which it absolutely may not. These it has studied and learned quite a lot about, and we underestimate them all the time.

Kuthath= congregation

Nergal= "One birth, two twins."

Congregations can produce successors but not competitors:

"The masculine noun תאם (to'am) occurs over the whole Semitic spectrum, always meaning twin. It even appears to be related to the Greek noun τομη (tome), meaning a cutting or cleaving (even describing the "stump" of a felled tree), which in turn comes from the verb τεμνω (temno), meaning to cut or cleave.

These Greek words at least stem from the proto-Indo-European root tem- from which we also get our English words "tome" and "atom." From the Greek verb comes the noun περιτομη (peritome), meaning circumcision.

Two births for one pregnancy was undoubtedly seen as a blessing, but mere double fruitfulness doesn't seem to be the core principle of twin veneration. The constellation of Twins was venerated all over the classical world and doesn't seem to be connected to a two-birds-in-one-stone idea.

In Babylonian astrology the Twins were manifestations of one deity called Nergal (2 Kings 17:30). Nergal wasn't only the chief of the underworld, he also "burned" outdated teachings. In Greek mythology, the Twins, or Dioscuri, were patrons of travelers and particularly sailors (ACTS 28:11).

In some stories the Twins were mortal and in some immortal, but one particular strand of mythology depicted one as mortal and the other as immortal. It may be (and now we're guessing) that these Twins reflected confirmation and thus certainty by having someone else agree on an otherwise unsubstantiated proposition.

This notion was an important part of Mosaic legislation (Deuteronomy 17:6) and was still evoked in New Testament times (MATTHEW 18:16).

The masculine noun תאם (to'am) occurs in the Bible four times and only in plural. It denotes the twin boys Jacob and Esau (Genesis 25:24) and Perez and Zerah (Genesis 38:27). The groom of the Song of Solomon equates the breasts of his bride twice with twins of a gazelle (Song of Solomon 4:5, 7:3).

From our noun comes the denominative verb תאם (ta'am), which may mean to bear twins (Song of Solomon 4:2, 6:6), although twice it's used to describe a feature of boards that were installed in the back of the tabernacle (Exodus 26:24, 36:29).

These boards were probably A-frames, two planks joined at the top and standing on their free ends."

Hamath= to protect

Ashima=and store everything we cognize:

"The masculine noun סנה (seneh) denotes a kind of bush, namely the bush that famously burned when God addressed Moses from it (Exodus 3:3). HAW Theological Wordbook of the Old Testament states, "the botanical identification is uncertain as is the derivation," but lists as one of many suggestions the common shittim or acacia tree (שטה, shitta). BDB Theological Dictionary is more confident and declares the seneh to be typically a thorny bush, like a black berry bush.

This confidence apparently stems from a look at equivalents in the cognate languages. In 1 Samuel 14:4 occurs the name Seneh, which is identical to the word for our bush, and BDB Theological Dictionary calls out, "(= thorny . . . )".

Note that our universe is a data-driven thing, which stores information like a huge hard disk. In turn, much of the Biblical narrative is devoted to the history of information technology, from the rise of nominal reason (giving names to items; Genesis 2:19-20) to the invention of script and finally the alphabet, and ultimately to the development of the literary tradition within which the very Word of God could be received."

The Value in Gematria is 3437, גדגז, ‎gadgaz, "It tickled." Tickling means laughter, which means Sarah, who gave birth to Isaac, who laughed because she thought God and Abraham were nuts. What good is one more try at this going to be worth?

The result was we learned laughter, not religion is the most important part of life. But this as I said requires we kill and burn and make the household god go away and cry:

v. 31:  the Avvites made Nibhaz and Tartak, and the Sepharvites burned their children in the fire as sacrifices to Adrammelek and Anammelek, the gods of Sepharvaim. 

Avvites=ruin dwellers. Have you ever been "ruined" well that is sad but it's a story you tell yourself, not fitting an adult student of religion.

Nibhaz= the barker. Dogs bark humans don't. Stop the caviling and complaining.

Tartak= profound darkness. This refers to Shema, at the Right Time. Change comes one way or the other.

Sepharvites= "records retrieval" the use of writing to elevate man to a priestly level.

Adrammalek="the Majesty of the King." Kings and complainers do not go well together in the same envelope.

Anammelek= to respond now to the needs of the humble and needy for cohabitation.

The Value in Gematria is 7139, זאגט‎‎, "says." The Hebrew word for says is "et" as in Bereshit, "how things are supposed to go."

v. 32: They worshipped God and appointed their own people... the Value in Gematria is 7242, ז‎ב‎דב, "the civet"/zev dev, "the cat and the golden dove." A bad combination.

v. 33: They worshipped God and served their own gods...the Value in Gematria is 9739, טזג‎ט‎, tazgat, ‎"You will join."

Joiners, Levites, generally speaking lose their positions in life to leaders. Jonathan, the husband wife of King David was considered a kind of a loser until he got married and then he married a man who became a king and still he was kind of a loser.

One wants to be Israel, not Jacob, David, not Jonathan.

v. 34: To this day...the Value in Gematria is 10975, י‎טז‎ה, "eleven."

Eleven is over the top. Like all things Jewish it can be over the top great, or over the top as in way too much. The Gematria for Eleven like the rest of Judaism is complicated. In context it means no matter the combination of ingredients or instructions, without the right proportions of the right things, the brew will sour:

“The world was created with ten utterances.” Eleven, thus, refers to a level above the limits of that set. Nevertheless, since it is also a number which follows in sequence to ten, we can understand that it refers to the fusion between the transcendent Divine light and the framework of limited worldly existence.

Eleven indicates an excess, a spillage, an over-doing or wasting of divine energy. According to the Arizal.[1]

In general, when it comes to Torah, numbers are always significant and they are the tellers of the stories behind the stories. In the ketoret (incense), it is the number that is perhaps one of the most telling factors of the ketoret itself. There were ten fragrant spices in the ketoret, the incense, and one foul smelling spice (Chelbenah-galbanum).

Shemot (Exodus) 30:34-36 balsam, onycha, galbanum and pure frankincense

The Rabbis taught: The ketoret contained eleven spices.

There were seventy measures each of

(1) balsam,

(2) onycha,

(3) galbanum, and

(4) frankincense.

There were sixteen measures each of

(5) myrrh,

(6) cassia,

(7) spikenard, and

(8) saffron.

There were twelve measures of

(9) costus,

three measures of

(10) aromatic bark,

and nine measures of

(11) cinnamon.

Rashi, in Shemot 33:34, explains that only ten of the components of Ketoret are actually sweet-smelling components. The eleventh, Chelbena, gives off a putrid smell.

Only when combined with the other components does the Chelbena produce a sweet smell. This is to show, explains Rashi, that when we repent and pray to HaShem, we should not refuse sinners the right to join us in prayer.

On the contrary, only when their prayers are combined with our prayers will our prayers give off a “sweet scent” before HaShem.[2] Chelbena, the eleventh component of the Ketoret, represents those who follow the ideology of Esav.

Ketoret shows that when such people realize that they are only an “incomplete eleven,” and that their arrogance causes them to be lacking, they can be combined with the righteous to produce a sweet scent."

The human race has a lot going on, some of it is all right, some of it not so much. What is going wrong will overtake what is right unless the mix is corrected and that is a top down decision the King must make and enforce using the Court of the Assembly.

So the lesson in this section is "Kings, not civets" are the ones that need to run things. And while it's preachy, mankind is not doing right by all these war victims, future war victims, homeless people, and people who might as well be homeless.

The Book of Kings is ancient and in spite of the fact it was written before we had hot and cold running water and the internet, its authors who wanted with all of their might for their to be a just ruler on the throne of the Kingdom of Israel and quite a large number of royals waiting behind him stated this was to be one of his and therefore all humankind's priorities.

[biglisbonnews]

Afro Nation Portugal was the Celebration of the Summer It’s a music lover’s dream – a three-day music festival set on the luscious beaches of Portimao, Portugal featuring the hottest African artists. A fairytale of 20 something’s came to life last weekend at the 2023 Afro Nation music festival. The roster of talent included megastars Burna Boy, WizKid, Arya Starr, Aya Nakamura, 50 Cent and Davido. This year, featured a new stage dedicated specifically to the sounds of Amapiano artists and fans with vigorous energy deemed the “Piano People Stage.” For any appetite across the landscape of African music, guests could have their musical palate satiated with each set, deep bass thump and swoon of the beautiful voices of African crooners. Photo Credit: ritasxs for Afro Nation. Day One: A bumpy start, an explosive end The festival began with a magical performance by Portuguese-Cape Verdean artist Soraia Ramos, who set the stage ablaze donned in shimmering purple while delivering sweet-sounding Portuguese lyrics met with crowd-pleasing participation. Soraia was later joined by soulful Cape Verdean singer Lisandro Cuxi and the duo set the temperature for the third installment of Afro Nation Portugal �� filled with enormous talent and even bigger fandom. As the momentum rose, fans were soon met with silence on the Main Stage as the technical team worked to troubleshoot sound issues that were likely compounded by the blazing temperatures creating a sweltering environment – including the hottest temperatures of the three-day festival. As the schedule lagged, interludes and artist introductions faded and Golden Circle ticket holders — whose access boasted front-row views to the Main Stage, a private VIP bar and bathrooms and limited food options — were sent elsewhere to explore while tech issues and artist setups took place. Photo Credit: ritasxs for Afro Nation.Many guests carried their excitement to the Piano People stage, which provided nonstop vibes throughout the festival surrounded by a variety of food options from some of Portugal’s favorites. And – if you opted for the VIP experience – you could trudge through the deep, white sand to get lined up in the Afro Cuts booth or dolled up in the Afro Spa. The entire venue, which spanned the length of Praia da Rocha beach, was designed to keep festivalgoers drinking, dancing, and feasting. Later in the day, Nigerian singer Nissi, took audiences to new heights with new single “Higher.” With this performance, she stepped out of the shadow of her superstar brother Burna Boy. Shortly after, Ayra Starr came out and performed her deeply personal single “Toxic” and hit singles like “Bloody Samaritan” and “People.” And the the main show came. With no introduction needed, Burna Boy appeared leaving fans clamoring to grab the closest spot near the stage. The crowd rocked to his newest single, “Sittin’ On Top Of The World” followed by Dave’s “Location,” “Last Last” and a crowd-pleasing rendition of “Ye.” It’s impossible to truly appreciate an artist as massive as Burna Boy without seeing him perform live. His smooth voice and commanding posture held audiences captive. Day 2: Wizkid dominates The second day began with the same fanfare without delays and “as many” technical issues. Artists Caminoh and The Compozers, who didn’t make their expected performance from Day One, were added to the lineup. Ms. Banks kicked off the day with her edgy style reminiscent of American artist Meg Thee Stallion followed by Victony, who stopped several times mid-performance to complain about ill-performing microphones and even made a full stop to chastise organizers for providing faulty equipment and for not allowing artists to do a sound check. The show proceeded with Ghanaian artist Black Sherif reenergizing the crowd, performing hits including “Second Sermon.” Nigerian star Asake brought a renewed vigor as he hyped up the crowd with an ambitious, attempted crowd surf that created a viral moment for the fest but left fans bewildered and concerned for the artist. As the Main Stage heated up, the Piano People Stage continued the never-ending party when singer and dancing sensation Tyla took the party to a new level. A noticeably different vibe from the contained Main Stage — DJ Charisse C, Sir Trill, Moonchild Sanelly and many more kept the temperature elevated and bodies moving nonstop. Photo Credit: ritasxs for Afro Nation.Wizkid concluded the day by taking his time to deliver hit after hit, including “Ginger,” “Essence,” and Drake’s “One Dance.” He began center-stage on a massive platform and came closer to the audience with each song, which was met with uncontainable excitement. As things heated up, “Big Wiz” tossed his jacket into the crowd and briefly stopped his performance to convince a male fan to give the jacket to the ladies as intended. Moments later the show was again interrupted by an overzealous fan who Wiz had to instruct to climb down from the camera tower with the threat of concluding the show early. Day 3: The grand finale The next day, festivalgoers slowly filled the beach to party through the conclusion of Afro Nation Portugal. The Main Stage was buzzing shortly after the gates opened with Rotterdam, The Netherlands’s artist “Mr. Magic” Nelson Freitas. Next, the Kenyan band Sauti Sol brought their eccentric, vibrant fashion and smooth sounds which set the vibes nicely for South East London singer/songwriter Gabzy who left the audience smitten. Next, when French singer Vegedream began performing his resounding voice could be heard throughout the festival. One by one, festivalgoers were drawn to the Main Stage where they remained for Nigerian Afropop singer Fireboy DML and his intoxicating tracks “Peru,” “Vibration,” and “Sere.” Shortly after, French artist Booba shifted the mood with a bottle of Hennessy, auto-tune and relentless swag – getting the crowd ready for global entertainment icon 50 Cent to take over the show. Photo Credit: ritasxs for Afro Nation. With much anticipation, crowds lingered near the Main Stage until hearing the blaring voice of none other than Tony Yayo introducing the “Candy Shop” rapper. As he performed hit after hit, 50 stopped several times to admire the Afro Nation crowd. With thousands of 20-somethings rocking to early 2000s classics, 50 had a moment of clarity. He was now admittedly an “old school” artist. Despite his declaration, the crowd was thrilled to rock with the legendary artist and encouraged him to continue to dig into the crates to celebrate his impact on Hip Hop. As his performance concluded, fans swarmed to the Piano People Stage to catch South African DJ Uncle Waffles ahead of the festival’s concluding headliner Davido. As Davido joined the fest for the final performance, it wasn’t lost on him or fans what transpired in these iconic three days. His smooth, inspiring set concluded a festival so important to the artists-providing a global platform to amplify their music and to once again cement the position Afrobeats and its variations have in the music industry. The unique power of African artists to galvanize music lovers from across the diaspora – from more than 120 countries in the case of Afro Nation – substantiates this fast-growing genre as a powerful force. For festivalgoers – Afro Nation delivered a cultural experience devoid of division based on nationality or language with the sole purpose of unifying people from across the African diaspora through one common interest – the universal appeal of African music. https://www.okayafrica.com/afro-nation-portugal-recap/

[daincrediblegg]

Midnight Mass: favorite episode and worst ship?

Ooooo 🤔🤔🤔 god how do I choose a fave ep of midnight mass??? How on earth??? Ep 2 we get the most restorative and hopeful monologue to ever exist, ep 3 we have the Holly Holy montage that shook me to my core and hamish linklaters INSANE confession booth scenes Ep 6 has the most bone chilling sequence ever committed to film. And episode 7? The most beautiful culmination of theme and narrative purpose???? The most beautiful rendition of nearer my god to thee ever recorded??? The most peaceful mass-character death sequence??? … with all that said yeah I’m going with Ep 7 the monologue with Millie is enough “oh well, I thought, this is the end of that. The end of the roar. No more death”. Fucking INSANE.

Worst ship: bev/father paul bc bitch he’s MINE. Stay BACK. (Like girl I get it. but fuck off hes just not that into you. You’re feeding him bible verses that validate his worst experiences and actions, I’m having genuine theoretical discussion that challenges the structure around his faith and the way it operates in the modern world but not the admirable aspects of the work the faith is based on itself. We are not the fucking same)

[1eos]

so @yanchen sent me $5 to listen to o.m.t. by yanchen again nd post abt the experience.

so first of all idk who mixed this song but i hope they got their coochie ate!!!!!!!! let’s GO late 2010s sexy pop with thee most random kinda country twang. i am listening. nd ive been mutuals w lara for like forever now nd i still have no fucking idea who this zhou yan chen dude is but he really ate this damn song!!! i don’t give this compliment often but.......his lil talk rapping in the beginning......i heard that. nd i enjoyed it. *adds him to my list of acceptable talk rappers right beneath miss yerim velvet herself* 

the chorus........unexpected but he was def showing off in the booth like u hit that vibrato nd go up your octaves!!!!!!!!!!!! esp the last oneeeeeee moreeeeeeeee timeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEE someone was feeling their mariah carey fantasy nd as everyone can tell by my taste in meow meows.....having mariah carey fantasies is a core component of what i fuck with. 

also 🧐 i heard a bit of tenor in here...................................cut the pop shit lemme hear him sing sumn deeper. im tryna see somethigjagakgddakdjkajgka HELP i havent listened to this in forever i forgot he just randomly starts rapping towards the end hellooooooooooooooooo he said ‘iont need a group i can do it all’. losing my mind this song is his resume like he’s trying to show everything off so he can get booked. i respect it. every time i listen to this im reminded that its a lil bop it feels like the worst musicians are dropping shit every moment but mr zhou can’t drop one more time pt 2? was the song title literal? get in the fucken studio!

[ryqoshay]

Happy Life: Cat Café

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: ~2.7k Rating: G AU: Angelic? Time Frame: Early February of Riko’s 2nd year and Yoshiko’s 1st year of high school Story Arc: Stand Alone

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Author’s Note: 2020 was a bit of a blur for me, so I’m not sure why I decided to start writing this scene well after Valentine’s and after I had already posted a YohaRiko Vday scene earlier in the year. And yet, despite confirming on Sukutomo that the cards that inspired this scene were released in 2020, it feels like I’ve been writing this since 2019. Probably doesn’t help that 2019 was also a blur for me as well...

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“Welcome, Aqours!” The café owner greeted with arms open wide.

“Thank you for having us.” Dia replied with a bow.

“Th-Thank you…” Ruby also bowed next to her sister.

“Please take care of us.” You followed suit.

Chika, Kanan and Riko were about to offer greetings of their own when they were interrupted.

“Mirai, zura!” Hanamaru marveled, eyes wide as she took in the scene before her.

“<Shiny!>” Mari exclaimed, grabbing a themed cat toy with a sparkling pink heart near the end. Immediately, she began dangling it in front of a cat on a nearby platform.

“Ku ku ku” Yoshiko chuckled. “The fallen angel Yohane needs not such trinkets to attract a new familiar!” She pointed to a cat with leopard spots. “Tepēyōllōtl! Yohane summons thee to her side!”

For its part, the cat continued on its way past the group with nary a glance toward the blue-haired first-year.

“Cait Sidhe!” She tried again with a white bellied black cat. “Thou shall make a fine familiar for Yohane!”

To her credit, at least this time, the feline in question turned its head at the call but made no move to approach.

“Tepe-whatsit?” Hanamaru inquired. “Kite Shee? What kind of strange names are you trying to give them?”

“No stranger than Laelaps…” Riko murmured under her breath.

“Sorry for that.” Dia apologized to the owner.

“Don’t worry about it.” The owner chuckled at the continuing antics. “Many of the cats here actually don’t have names yet.” She explained. “If you girls can get them to respond to some you might come up with, we will certainly consider them.”

Several of the gathered school idols gave their affirmations.

“So, if you’ll follow me” the owner continued “we’ve set up a changing area in one of our private rooms. The photography company has already placed your outfits in each section.”

And yet another Valentine’s Day theme. Riko thought to herself as she followed her fellow second years to the mentioned room. There, she found her area as designated by a small handwritten sign. She pushed back the sheet to enter and found a pair of costumes.

So we’re doing idolized versions as well this time. She continued to muse to herself as she changed into the one that seemed more appropriate of a normal café employee, the one not decked out with lace and ribbons and extra accessories. Despite this not being for the idol magazine…

In fact, though they were utilizing the same publishing company to take the pictures and assist with costuming, this photoshoot was instead being sponsored by the café itself. The pictures were to be used for advertising and celebrating their grand opening. So, in that light, perhaps it wasn’t just another Valentine’s set. And the outfits were quite cute.

“Alright,” The head photographer said as the girls began to exit their changing booths “if I could have Kunikida-san, Kurosawa-san and Tsushima-san follow me to the kitchen.”

“You mean me, right?” Ruby asked, pointing to herself.

The woman checked her list. “Ah yes, that’s right, sorry for not being clear.”

“The kitchen?” Yoshiko inquired. “Are we not taking pictures with the kitties?” There was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice.

“We want to get a few pictures of everyone performing duties of the café as well.” The photographer explained.

“Yoshiko-chan just wants to play with the cats.” Hanamaru teased.

“Of course!” Yoshiko rebuked as she reluctantly followed the others. “They’re all so adorable and deserve all of the attention and affection we can give them. And I intend to do my fair share.”

“Probably more than your fair share.”

Whatever Yoshiko said in reply was cut off by the door closing behind the group heading to the kitchen.

Riko felt a small smile turn her lips as she realized that the younger girl cared far more about the animals than the photoshoot. Not that this came as any surprise to her, based on the behavior she had observed with Anko, but she couldn’t deny that she saw an endearing quality to it all.

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The grey cat sniffed the collar in Riko’s hand once before stepping closer. Gently, Riko slid the faux leather band around the cat’s neck and secured it. She then leaned back to admire the accessory and decided she’d made the right choice. Pink worked well with grey.

Riko smiled as the cat climbed up into her lap then giggled as she continued to climb and stretch up to lick her cheek.

“Perfect.” The photographer spoke up. “I think that might be the shot.” Though saying as much, he continued to snap more pictures in case an even better one presented itself.

Suddenly the cat’s ears perked up and her head snapped around to the side. Riko followed her gaze and after a moment was barely able to pick up a tiny, plaintive mewl.

“Sorry, sorry, Bastet!” Yoshiko’s voice followed. “I didn’t mean to sca-kyaa!”

Riko flinched as a thump sounded and the whole structure of a nearby tower bumped up, disturbing the half dozen cats perched upon it. Due to the commotion caused by the younger girl, Riko barely noticed that the grey cat had leaped out of her lap and made a beeline for where Yoshiko was now backing out from under the structure.

“I’ll leave this here for you for when you decide to come out, alright?” Yoshiko said gently before pulling herself out completely. “Hear that, Kankyo, Nunogire?” She directed her attention to the two cats who had not fled the tower. “That treat is for Bastet. But you can have… oh, hey there.” Her gaze shifted once again, this time to the grey cat who had arrived at her side and seemed to be staring daggers at her.

“Seems you met the shiest of our new arrivals.” A nearby staff member commented. “And earned the ire of another.”

“Who, her?” Yoshiko questioned as she let the grey cat sniff her finger before petting her. “Seems Anhur is just a little protective of the little baby, nothing to wrong with that.”

Anhur? Riko’s knowledge of the Egyptian pantheon was not the greatest, but she was fairly certain Anhur was the brother of Bastet, not her sister.

“They’re both quite protective of her.”

“Both?” Yoshiko asked.

The young woman glanced around for a moment before saying, “Oh, here he comes.” Sure enough, a golden chinchilla cat came trotting around the corner. “We took all three in at the same time and they bonded almost immediately.”

“Such a good big brother, Horus.” Yoshiko grinned as she reached over to introduce herself to the newly arrived cat. “Sorry I scared your little Bastet, I was actually just trying to follow Kankyo.”

“You’re still trying to give them names?” Riko inquired, moving over to the grey cat she had been working with earlier.

“They’re all too cute to not have equally cute names to refer to them with.” Yoshiko replied in a tone similar to the one Riko remembered her using when fawning over Nocturne. “Isn’t that right, Anhur?” She scratched under the grey cat’s chin before giggling as the golden cat refused to be left out and began petting himself on her free hand.

Did naming cats after Egyptian gods count as cute? Well, Bastet made sense as she was feline in nature, but the others…

“Cute collar, by the way.” Yoshiko commented, offering a treat to the grey cat… Anhur, apparently.

“I thought it would look good on her.”

“You have good taste.”

Riko was about to thank the other girl for the praise when she noticed something. “Say, those don’t look like the treats we were given, where did you get them?”

“Oh…” Yoshiko chuckled a bit abashedly. “Yeah, I ran out a while ago, and even went through a second bag they gave me… so I bought more.”

“You’re on your third bag already?”

“I can’t help it!” Yoshiko admitted. “They’re all such good kitties! And even Tepe and Sidhe wouldn’t ignore me when there were tasty treats to be had. And head pats, of course. And lots of scratchies and belly rubs.” She seemed rather proud of the last part.

Riko smiled. The younger girl certainly was enjoying herself. And was displaying a rather rare side of her personality; her grandiose entrance and continued use of strange names notwithstanding, Yoshiko seemed to have all but forgotten her fallen angel persona. She hadn’t even used her strange nickname for Riko, despite Riko deciding to allow it just the other day, for the time being, at least. Yoshiko may have still used Hanamaru’s nickname though, at some point.

“Well, if you run through that bag, I’ll let you use some of mine.” Riko offered after a moment.

“Thanks, but those are yours.” Yoshiko shook her head. “Far be it for me to deprive you of your own bonding experience with these adorable purr boxes.”

“You seem to be bonding quite well with them.”

“The treats help.”

I believe it’s more than just the food. Riko thought to herself as the other girl turned to offer a few niblets to another cat.

Riko looked up to see some of the other girls heading back to the changing room. “I think it’s time for the second round.” She said to Yoshiko.

“Alright,” Yoshiko nodded as she inspected her stash of treats. “I’ll join you guys in a minute.” She upended the bag into her palm and started distributing the remaining pieces among the cats gathered around her.

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“We should probably get a few shots of your iconic poses.” The photographer said. “Your fans always comment on them when we put them to print.”

“Very well.” Yoshiko nodded. “If that is what my little demons demand, Yohane shall accommodate.”

Riko glanced over from where she was posing for her own shots. Was that the first time Yoshiko had mentioned her fallen angel name since the group had arrived? And she hadn’t even dropped her voice to do so? Strange.

“Good, that will… oh?” Despite expressing her surprise, the woman’s fingers did not stop pressing the shutter button and continued to capture the scene in front of her.

“Eh?” Yoshiko glanced down. “Bastet?”

So that was the kitten Yoshiko had been so intent on befriending earlier. Riko watched with amusement as the small cat jumped and batted at the large ribbon streaming from the back of Yoshiko’s outfit. Of course Yoshiko would pursue a black cat.

“I think that’s the best one yet.” The photographer commented, checking the screen on her device. “I’ll let you two be.” She added before turning away.

Yoshiko laughed merrily and pulled at the ribbon to move it more for the cat playing with it. “But of course!” She replied, not seeming to notice the photographer was already leaving. “Any shot with a kitty as cute as Bastet in it is going to be the best.” She knelt to pet the cat who rolled onto her back to paw at the hand rubbing her belly.

“I must say, I’m impressed.” A staff member said as he paused to watch. “I’ve never seen that one out of hiding, especially without the other two nearby.”

“She just wanted to play.” Yoshiko barely looked up at the young man. “Although, you’re right.” She glanced around for a moment. “Ne, Bastet, shall we go find Anhur and Horus?”

As if understanding the question, Bastet jumped up towards her. Yoshiko didn’t appear to have been ready, but managed to catch the cat anyway, throwing herself off balance in the process. She quickly righted herself and laughed while cradling the kitten in her arms.

“Sakurauchi-san, if you could pose something like this?” The young woman working with Riko held her arms up with hands mimicking cat paws.

“Eh?” Riko turned her attention back to her own photo session. “Sorry, urhm…” that pose is kind of embarrassing… “will this do?”

“Perfect.”

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“Oh, is that the time?” You asked, looking at her phone. “Geez, I really need to head out.”

“I’ll go with you, You-chan.” Chika said. “You coming too, Riko-chan?”

“Uhm, one moment.” The redhead surveyed those around her. “Do we have everyone?”

The photoshoot had come to an end and the crew had already packed up and left. The girls had changed back into their street clothes before accepting an invitation to stay for a light snack provided by the café. But now things were winding down and everyone was looking to head home for dinner or to study or whatever other plans they had for the evening.

“We’re missing Yoshiko-chan.” Ruby pointed out.

“I don’t think she left our table.” Hanamaru chimed in.

Sure enough, as Riko scanned the area they had left a few minutes ago, there remained a blue-haired girl still lounging on the booth bench. Riko sighed and made her way back.

“We’re all heading out, Yoshiko-chan.” She said as she approached.

“This place is surely heaven on earth.” Yoshiko sighed contently as she closed her eyes and leaned back.

Wait for it… … What? That was it? Nothing about angels or demons or…?

Yoshiko’s smile grew as Bastet wrapped her front paws around her arm and nuzzled into the crook of her elbow. Anhur, Horus, Sidhe, Tepe, Kankyo, Nunogire and several others Riko couldn’t remember, but likely had received strange names, surrounded Yoshiko; on her lap, at her side and even across the top of the bench behind her head. Their combined purring could be heard from halfway across the room.

“I think this place broke Yoshiko-chan…” Hanamaru mused as she caught up.

Or fixed her, Riko thought to herself, this is the most at ease I’ve ever seen her. And she looks pretty cute sitting there, surrounded by cats and apparently about to fall asleep. She may very well have found her heaven here on Earth.

“I think…” Riko started “I might stay for a little while longer as well.”

“You sure?” Chika asked. “We could just wake her up.”

Riko shook her head. “I think we should let her rest. She had a busy afternoon.”

“Yoshiko-chan did have the most fun today, I think.” Ruby pointed out.

“Anyway,” Riko continued “I don’t want her to wake up and think we all abandoned her. And I don’t have anything in particular planned tonight anyway.”

“Oh, alright.” Chika shrugged. “You-chan, wait up!” She scurried away to chase the departing ash-haired girl.

As the rest of the girls said their goodbyes, Riko took a seat on the bench next to Yoshiko. Or, at least as next to her as allowed by the gathered cats.

“Care to order anything while you wait for your friend to wake up?” A menu entered Riko’s field of vision. “You girls worked hard today, so feel free to pick out whatever you want.”

Riko looked up to see the smiling face of the café owner. “Thank you, but you already gave us a snack a little while ago.”

“True, but I have a feeling you two might be here a little while.” The woman nodded her chin towards Yoshiko.

“Right, uhm… do you mind if I get something for Yoshiko-chan as well?”

“Of course, if you see something she might like.”

Riko scanned the menu, easily settling on a sandwich that looked good. And something for… her eyes found chocolate covered strawberries. Perfect. She placed her order.

“Just a dessert for her?” The owner inquired.

“She can have half of my sandwich if she wants, in exchange for some of her strawberries.”

“Very well, we’ll bring that right out.”

“Thank you.”

Riko smiled as she glanced over at the sleeping girl beside her, surrounded by a purring mass of fur. There was no denying this side of Yoshiko was incredibly adorable.

Riko pulled her tablet out of her bag, set it up on the table and continued her work on the new song on which she and Chika were working. A few minutes later, a server came by to drop off the food she had ordered. Riko swapped half of each item onto the other plate and slid one closer to Yoshiko’s side.

Though the official holiday was still a little ways off, Riko couldn’t help saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoshiko-chan.” before returning to her work.

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Author’s Note Continued in Followup Post

[jiminspjm]

Rock Hard + K. Seokjin

❋ “recreational activities make me hard”

⇢ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Oc

⇢ Genre: Slice of Life 

⇢ Fluff, Smut, Baby Angst, Humor

⇢ Rating: Explicit

⇢ Word count: 13.5k

⇢ Warnings: minor description of injury, oc isn’t rlly an outdoors person so gets hurt sometimes lol, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap ur willy), riding, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, nipple pay, slight spanking, cock warming, lazy sex at one point (idk), jin has a big dick (duh), cock worship, praise-kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, they have sex on a piano and against a window???, pet names, dirty talk, daddy is said once?? kinda rough sex.

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 “No.” you said, laying on your stomach flipping through your textbook. You blew a bubble with the once flavorful piece of gum in your mouth, a smooth deflating sound came out.

“Please!! ___, sweetheart.” You looked up at Namjoon, a pout prominent on his full lips. Rolling your eyes at the brunette haired man, you sat up pulling your glasses off.

“Why? You know I prefer to stay indoors, with air conditioning, and my book Joon. What’s in it for me?” you squinted at him as he sat on the floor across from the bed. Blinking at you, he looked at the ceiling. Confused, you looked up as well.

“I’ll buy you coffee and food this week,” he bargained. You tilted your head side to side, contemplating his offer.

“Nah, I can starve,” you shrugged getting up off the bed and walking out of the bedroom. You heard Namjoons deep groan behind you as you walked into the kitchen.

“Please, ___.” Joon said, leaning against the counter. Humming, you opened the fridge and tapped your fingers against the stainless steel door. Pulling out a carton of juice, you opened it drinking straight from the carton. Ah, the perks of living alone. Namjoon grimaced.

“That’s disgusting,” He said pointing at you. You rolled your eyes, pulling the carton from your mouth. Wiping your lips with your arm, you shrugged.

“I live alone Joonie, it’s fine.” you said, placing the juice back in the fridge. You heard Namjoon sigh, as he walked over to the couch and flopped onto it.

“Please.” he whined. Walking over to him, you tapped his butt lightly before walking back to your room.

“Outside has too many diseases.” You joked, sitting on your desk chair and spinning in circles. Namjoon walked into your room, placing his hands on the back of the chair. Tilting your head back, you looked at his disheveled platinum hair. Smiling, you pushed his circular frames up his nose.

“Seokjin is our instructor.” Namjoon said, a hard stare on his face. You immediately pulled your hand back, and clumsily got off the chair. Looking at him with wide eyes.

“That’s all the more reason not to go!” you cried, pulling at the roots of your hair. Namjoon smirked a bit, pulling his lanky body on your chair.

“I know you like him. And have since like, what? Middle of Sophomore year? You’re  23 now, __. You’ve only kissed a few guys, maybe gave a blowjob. And you had sex once and didn’t even cum, like,” Namjoon kept listing things, as you shake your head and cover your ears.

“I fucking know, Namjoon.” you hissed, stomping over to your bed and laying on it. He had a point though. Sighing, Namjoon swiveled on the chair to look at you.

“___, sweetheart I am not saying these things to be mean. I am just saying it because, I think you really have a chance with Jin. I’m not gonna force you to go, but think about it, please? I want you to date someone who cares. Not someone who will stick their dick in you and leave.” Namjoon said softly, looking at you.

You twiddled with the bottom of your cotton shorts, sighing inwardly. You knew he was right.

“I’ll go, I guess.” you said quietly. Namjoon spun in the chair enthusiastically, and then quickly pushed over to you. He poked your cheeks and took your hands in his larger ones.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, I promise you won’t regret it. “ He smiled, pressing a kiss to your hairline. Rolling your eyes and smacking him away, you laid down on your bed, starting at the ceiling fan. A faint buzz was heard next to you, rolling over you picked up your phone, Mia with the little fairy emoticon popped up on the screen.

“Hello?” you spoke.

“So have you proceeded to get Kim Seokjin’s dick wet yet?” Mia said into the receiver. You groaned, sliding your hand down your face.

“No, and I probably won’t,” you said. Mia barked a laugh over the phone.

“Bitch if you don’t, I’ll make you watch me suck Jimin’s dick,” Mia teased. Rolling your eyes, you sit up and lean against your headboard.

“Fine by me, his ass is nice.” You joked, picking at your nails.

“Damn straight, anyway you better talk to him! This week! Or your ass is mine,” She chastised. Rolling your eyes you told her a short ‘yeah, yeah’ before exchanging goodbyes and hanging up.

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You sat in the car, an annoyed look on your face as you crossed your arms over your chest. Namjoon, hummed as he tapped the steering wheel along to the music. It was especially hot today, and the activity Joon graciously decided to attend was rock climbing. Yay. Sighing, you lean your elbow against the door and look out the window, the rocks whizz by as Joon pulls closer to the Park.

“I’m so excited,” Joon said, a dimpled smile coming across his face. You nodded, pulling your at your plain black muscle shirt. Namjoon glanced at you, poking a finger at your exposed ribcage which showed your grey sports bra.

“Wow, showing some skin for Jin aren’t we?” Namjoon teased. Glaring at Namjoon, you swatted his hand away and pinched his bicep.

“Ow, don’t be a brat. Brats don’t get dick.” Namjoon said, pulling into a parking spot. Rolling your eyes again, you picked at the loose threads of your tan shorts. You were nervous, not necessarily being an outdoor person due to experiences that happened in the past. But having a hyper-active best friend who is all about the outdoors, he always tried to get you outdoors. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even register Namjoon opening the trunk and coming around to your door.

Looking up at him, he gestured a hand for you to get out of the car. “Let’s go sweetheart, Jin is waiting.” Namjoon teased. Huffing you pulled at the bandana around your neck. Grabbing your water flask, you got out of the car. Your hiking boots scuffed across the dirt, as you and Namjoon walked through the park. Children pulling parents by their hands to look at activities in the rec center. Families sitting at picnic tables, and children swinging on a tire. Following closely behind Namjoon, you pushed your sunglasses up your face as you walked to where your group is meeting.

Looking up a bit, you noticed a group of people clustered in front of the information booth. They were all looking at pamphlets and talking among themselves.

“Hey Namjoon!” You immediately were met with a strong back stopping in front of you. Stumbling back a bit you glared a Namjoon who turned around to see who called his name. Craning your neck a bit, you looked up to see him pull his sunglasses down a bit. A wide smile graced his features, indents prominent on his cheeks.

“Seokjin! What’s up bro?” Namjoon said walking past you. You stood there, still not facing the other way. Gripping your water flask a bit tighter, you were about to slowly walk away when someone says your name.

“___?” You shut your eyes tightly. So close. Spinning around quickly, you came face to face with Kim Seokjin. Did he get more muscular. His lush black hair was pushed back from his strong face by his sunglasses. Plush, pink lips pulled up into a smirk. Due to the hot weather, he wore a purple tank top and black sweat shorts, showing off his toned thighs. Strong fingers grasped the straps of a large backpack, a vein leading up to the swell of his large biceps. You didn’t notice you were ogling until Namjoon snapped his fingers in your face.

“___!” Namjoon spoke loudly. Jumping a bit, you felt your face heat up even more, not just because of the weather. You blinked behind the tinted shades of your sunglasses. Waving nervously, you said a quiet hello Jin. Seokjin smiled, walking over to you. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to your cheek before walking towards the group of people. You swear you died right there. Touching your cheek lightly, you looked at Namjoon.

“Did he just-,” you stuttered. Namjoon nodded.

“Yes, he did.” Namjoon smiled, patting your shoulder and walking past you. Smiling a bit, you touched your cheek one more time, before catching up to Namjoon.

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After about half an hour of instruction, and filling out death wavers, your group was on their merry way. Your safety gloves were itchy against your fingertips, as you walked through the canyon to the spot where you would climb. Namjoon basically abandoned you, walking closer to the front with Seokjin. What a filthy traitor you thought, as your group came to a stop in front of a waterhole with a small waterfall. You weren’t too deep in the canyon, maybe 3 miles iin. It was quite cool the lower you got, some of the rocks were slick due to the weather. Overall the canyon was nice, the rocks were definitely tall enough to scale. Lost in your thoughts, again you barely heard Seokjin hushing the group.

“Okay everyone! You are allowed to scale around this area, if you are more experienced then go ahead and start climbing near the water or in this general area. The climbing bolts are marked with chalk so you should be able to tell where to climb!” Seokjin said giving the more experienced climbers a thumbs up. “Also make sure the bolts are good and if not be sure to let me know,” Seokjin spoke with a smile. Namjoon walked towards you as Jin kept talking.

“Come with me small child, I will help thee.” Namjoon spoke, puffing out his chest and saluting you. Snorting you punched him in the arm as you followed him toward the area to climb. Namjoon walked towards the water, wading into it. It only reached his knees, confused you looked at him.

“Just in case you fall and like you know die, the water will help a bit so maybe instead of dying you will just break your back.” Namjoon said giving you a thumbs up. Blinking at him, you were tempted to dumb your chalk bag all over his stupid tanned face.

“Hey don’t look at me like that, either break your back falling, or break your back when Jin is blowing out-,” You felt your face heat up as you quickly ran over to him, drenching your bottom half in the process. Namjoon laughed as you punched him repeatedly in the chest.

“I hate you,” you hissed turning away from the lanky man. Namjoons laughter died down a bit as he poked your cheek.

“I love you too sweetheart,” Namjoon said, pulling the straps of his harness tighter. Sighing, you pushed your hair from your face wishing you tied it back. Pulling at your wrist for a scrunchie, you realized you left your fanny pack on the shuttle with everyone else’s things.

“You look distraught, kitten.” A low voice chuckled behind you. Cheeks heating up at the pet name, you turned to see Seokjin standing in the water as well. His fingers looped in the straps of his harness, strong biceps bulging. His hair was now pushed back by a red bandana, exposing his forehead. The water barely reached his knees, while it went well to your waist.

“You know it’s not a good idea to have your hair not pulled back,” Jin spoke, a teasing grin on his face. Your face burned, as you fiddled with your shirt.

“I uh, don’t have a hair tie or anything.” you spoke, looking at your distorted reflection in the water. Seokjin hummed, as he dug his hand in his pockets. Looking up at him, he presented a dark green scrunchie. Trudging over to you, he pulled his gloves off. Sticking your hand out, he smiled placing them in your hands.

Gesturing you to turn around, you did, the water swishing with your movements. Meticulous fingers carded through your hair, pulling it loosely into a french braid. About two minutes passed when Jin pulled the end through the hair tie.

“And, done!” He spoke, taking you by the shoulders and turning you around. Bringing your hand up to your hair, he actually didn’t do a half bad job from what you could feel. A small grin came across your face as you handed him his gloves back.

“Thanks Jinnie,” you smiled. Winking, Seokjin waded past you to look up at Namjoon hanging off his rope.

“Look at me I’m Spiderman!” Namjoon bellowed above you. Rolling your eyes, you took a step back to look at rock wall, it wasn’t too tall but tall enough to kill you if you fell. How reassuring.

“Okay, so since this is your first time I decided to come help you, one on one,” Jin smiled, clasping his hands together. You nodded, a grin still plastered on your face.

“I’m just gonna make sure everything on your harness is good and then we can get going, sound good?” He asked. You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. Jin got a bit closer to you, he was a good foot taller than you, wide shoulders not helping. Bringing his hands out, he pulled roughly on your harness resulting in your being yanked forward as well. Steadying your hands on his chest, you felt the water slosh between your bodies. Jins hands steadied your waist as he tightened the harness. You felt your eyes widen as your palms laid against his strong pecs. You had the urge to poke them.

“Okay, everything seems good. Are you ready to get started?” Jin said stepping back and looking at you. Quickly dropping your hands you nodded, a smile on your face. “Great, okay so those bolts in the rock?” Jin said gesturing to one a few feet above you, “Your gonna make a knot with your rope, I suggest the figure eight it’s good for beginners; and then attach the rope to your carabiner.” Jin spoke, pointing to the assorted carabiners hanging on your harness. “Then you will hook the carabiner on the bolt and free climb. If you fall don’t worry, the last spot you attached the carabiner will stop you.” Jin spoke with a smile. You felt your eyes widen a bit at the thought of falling, Joon would kill you if you died.

“I um, dunno Jin.” You spoke, rubbing your hand against your neck looking up at the other people rock climbing. Jin placed a hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t let you fall. This rock is pretty short compared to the bigger ones, so let’s do this one then you can decide if you wanna do the bigger ones. Sound good?” He asked, looking at you. Making eye contact you nodded at him, giving a small smile. Jin winked patting your shoulder once more and walking closer to the rock.

“Okay, so you know how to the proper knot right?” Jin asked, untying his rope from his harness. You nodded doing the same and grabbing a carabiner from your waist. You stuck your ungloved hand in the chalk bag, making sure your grip was good. Quickly you knotted a figure eight through the carabiner, before turning back to Jin.

He was already done and gestured you to hand him your carabiner. “I’m going to hook this for you, then we can get climbing.” Jin said, placing the carabiner between his teeth. You looked at him with wide eyes, he was going to just scale the damn rock? Jin chalked his hands, clapping them together causing some salt to disperse. You watched as he put his foot into a hole, placing his hands on the rock and began to climb. You probably looked like an idiot, with your mouth wide open as you watched Jin climbed. His ass is nice. You thought, as you watched his biceps ripple as he pulled himself up. His calf muscles strained as he scaled the rock to reach the bolt. Jin hooked your carabiner into the bolt, then hooked his in a spot that was a bit higher. Letting his weight fall back a bit, he pushed off the rock going down a few feet.

Sitting in his harness, he hung in the same spot letting his feet rest off the rock.

“Okay, now just climb. Let yourself get a good grip on the rock, it’s basically just rock climbing like you would a wall.” Jin spoke above you. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward. You felt the tug of your rope above you due to the carabiner being hooked. Gripping your hands in a slot of the rock, you grunted as you began to climb. Surprisingly it was easier than you thought, Jin was right. It was exactly like the rock walls you climb at the park. In less than five minutes you made to the spot your carabiner was bolted. Huffing a bit, you slacked your rope so you could lean back like Jin. Wiping the sweat from your nose, you looked over at Jin who had an encouraging smile on his face.

“Well done darling,” Jin said, swinging in his harness. You felt your face warm, not just because of the heat, you smiled at Jin and punched him in the arm. Chuckling, Jin looked up and around the canyon. “Alright, you go ahead of me so I can make sure you don’t fall,” He said, grabbing another one of his carabiners.

You snorted, doing the same. “You just wanna look at my ass, don’t lie.” You teased, leaning back a bit to see where to climb.

“You act like I wasn’t doing it already,” Jin said, smirking at how your cheeks heated up. Shaking your head, you stuck your hand in the chalk bag, slapping the access on your thighs. Letting go of your rope one hand at a time, you gripped the rock and began your climb once again. You felt your thighs and biceps begin to burn as you slowly climbed towards the next bolt. This one was much higher than the last one so it took some effort. You felt sweat trail down the nape of your neck as you strained your arms to reach higher. The next bolt was only a few more feet above you, but as you reached for the indent of the rock you mistepped and the gravel below your foot gave out. You gasped as you lost your footing for a moment, only hanging by your hands.

“Shit, ___ are you okay?” Seokjin asked rushing his climbing to catch up with you. You groaned, feeling the burn of your arms as you held up your body.

“I am fucking peachy, Jin thanks for asking.” you hissed, finally getting your footing. Shuffling your feet up a bit, as you heard Jin above you. Looking up, Jin hooked his carabiner on the bolt and then let some slack go on his rope as he scaled down to you. Your face was almost squished into the rock as you tilted your head to look at you.

“Would you like some help kitten?” Jin asked, a teasing smile on his face. Sticking your tongue out at him, you leaned your head against the bedrock as Jin leaned back in his harness. After a few moments, you heard a movement as Jin swung over to you. Hooking a carabiner on the front of your harness.

“C’mon, I will help you to the top. If we are hooked together I can support your weight.” Jin said, ghosting a hand on the small of your back. You nodded, wiping sweat from your upper lip as you allowed him to help you to the top of the rock. Sighing, you unclipped you leaned back as you felt the front of your harness tighten as Jin began to ascend the rock again. You began mumbling to yourself as you felt climbed behind Jin.

“Stupid Namjoon for dragging me on this stupid rock climbing bull crap.” you mumbled below your breath, or so you thought. “Stupid Seokjin, with his stupidly attractive face and plush lips, and god-like body. How could you be so dumb, ___ , thinking Jin would like you and your introverted ass.” you chastised yourself as you watched Jin climb ahead of you.

“Kitten, as much as your compliments fuel my ego immensely, you need to pick up the pace if we wanna get back before the sun sets.” Jin jokes, a small grunt coming from his mouth as he hooked another carabiner on the bolt. You stuck your tongue out at the older man, as you tried to pick up the pace. Looking up, you saw Namjoons legs hanging off the bedrock, kicking them back and forth as he downed a water bottle. Bastard. You thought, as your arms burned in retaliation. You sighed, knowing damn well Jin was probably irritated with your helpless state. Sighing once again, you were frustrated with yourself, and also you were contemplating on how you were gonna kill Namjoon.

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Long story short, Jin ended up piggy-backing you up the mountain, and you almost threw Namjoon off the mountain. You probably apologized to Jin a thousand times, but him being him said it was no big deal and was honored to feel your ‘tits’ against his back. You angrily scribbled notes onto the music sheet recalling the events of last week.

“Sweetheart, I am really sorry,” Namjoon said, leaning against the sleek, maroon, grand piano. Luckily the shared condo between you and Joon was large enough to house the instrument, considering it was the only talent you think you had. You glared at Namjoon over your reading glasses, the abnormally large frames covering your scowl. It has been a week since you and Namjoon went rock climbing, and you barely spoken a word to him.

“Yeah sure you are, you know I wouldn’t be mad if you didn’t make me go in the first place,” you spoke calmly, tapping a few notes on the piano, the smooth sound resonating through the living room. Namjoon groaned, walking over to the large floor to ceiling windows, which gave you a view of the city. He banged his head against the glass, squishing his cheek into it.

You hummed along to the melody, as you tapped the keys of the piano. Namjoon looked over at you, watching you nod your head along to the notes.

“Is that new? What your working on,” he asked, walking over to you. You nodded, anger slowly dissipating as Namjoon looked over your shoulder at the music sheet. Him majoring in music at uni, made you both very compatible as best friends and roommates.

“Clean the window nerd, your face marks are all over it,” you said, a teasing tone in your voice. You felt Namjoon wrap his long arms around your form, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. Swatting his hands away, you picked up your pencil noting down the change in pitch. “I’m still mad, you can only make it up to me if you buy me coffee for the next week and buy that poetry book I have been wanting.” You said, turning around to raise an eyebrow at him. Namjoon snorted from the kitchen, a rag and window cleaner in his hands.

“Deal, as long as you aren’t mad at me princess.” Namjoon said, waltzing over the window and spraying the cleaning solution. Humming, you got up from the cushioned bench and stretched your limbs. Walking through the kitchen to find a snack, you heard the ping of a phone. Looking through the cupboard, you shouted for Namjoon.

“Was that me or you,” you shouted, reaching for a box of granola. You heard footsteps pad on the wood flooring and into the kitchen.

“It was me, and it was Jimin who texted me.” Namjoon said, putting the cleaning stuff away. Shutting the cupboard, box of granola in hand you leaned against the marble counter.

“What does he want?” you asked, stuffing the snack in your mouth. Namjoon looked down at his phone, tapping the message app open.

“He asked if me and you wanted to go to the beach tomorrow,”  he said carefully looking over the text. Chewing on the granola, you watched him push his fingers through his dark locks.

Swallowing, you responded, “You know I can’t swim.” Namjoon looked up at you, giving you a dimpled smile.

“I know, so you don’t have to go,” Namjoon replied, beginning to type back to Jimin. You slowed your chewing as you stared at him. Thinking for a moment you asked, “Well, who is going?” Namjoon stopped his typing and then looked back at you.  

“Well Jimin obviously, his girlfriend, Hobi, Guk and Tae, I think Tae is bringing Yeontan.” Namjoon said looking down at his phone again, he waited a moment, “Oh also Yoongi is as well,” Namjoon finished looking back up at you, waiting for your response. Tilting your head side to side, you chewed thoughtfully before swallowing.

“I guess I will go, Jin isn’t there so it’s not like I can embarrass myself, also it will give me a chance to work on my music and read.” you shrugged. Namjoon smiled and nodded at you, typing back to Jimin most likely. You inhaled, curling your toes against the floor.

No Jin, no problem. Right?

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You rolled your eyes as Taehyung and Jungkook belted out the lyrics of “Do you wanna build a snowman.” Looking over the lens of your sunglasses in the rear view mirror, you eyed the red haired and brunette man.

“I swear you guys are five year olds,” Mia mumbled next to you in the driver's seat. You chuckled, as you scribbled down another note onto the music sheet. Nodding to yourself, and tapping your pencil against your thigh, you didn’t notice Taehyung looking over your shoulder. Before you could even shuffle the papers back into your notebook, Taehyung’s large hand swiped over the seat and grabbed the music sheet. Flipping your sunglasses onto your head, you whipped around in your seat to see Taehyung and Jungkook looking at the paper.

“Give it back you brats,” you whined, grabbing at the paper. Taehyung slapped your hand away, eyes flitting between the notes.

“Hey, this is actually really awesome.” Jungkook beamed at you. A small smile made its way on your face at the praise.

“Thanks Guk, but it’s not done yet so, give it back,” you sternly said, twisting your body in the seat. Taehyung ignored your protests and passed the paper back to Yoongi who asked what all the ruckus was about.

“I think you have some competition Yoongi,” Taehyung teased to the older man, who grabbed the music sheet. Yoongi’s feline eyes moved along the lines of notes, lips parting as he read them. You felt your eyes bulge out of their sockets as Yoongi read along the lines, he has always been a mentor for your music so you looked up to him.

“Change this measure to 6/8 beats, and add a dotted half note where you erased,” Yoongi spoke, handing the sheet back to Guk who handed it back to you. You nodded, a smile coming across your face.

“Thanks Yoongi, I have been stuck on this measure for a few days now,” you smiled to yourself. Yoongi felt his cheeks warm at the compliment, mumbling a ‘no problem’ as Jimin began to tease him.

“Alright you hooligans, we are here.” Mia said turning the key out of the ignition. Quickly noting the change Yoongi said to make to your music, you shuffled the papers into the leather bound folder and shoved it into your backpack. Everyone quickly got out of the car and unloaded everything. Taking in a deep breath, you let the sun warm your skin as you carried the picnic basket. Walking alongside Mia, you two looked for a spot as the 6 men behind you argued over the pool noodles. The sand was warm underneath your feet, as you removed your sandals.

“Let’s set up here,” Mia said, spreading out a blanket. Nodding, you set the picnic basket down and your backpack to help Jimin set up the shader. After a few minutes of getting situated, you flopped onto the chair, stretching your body out. You watched as some of the boys threw a football around, or others were dunking each other in the ocean. The beach wasn’t too busy today, but you could still make out the laughs of children and teens around. Playing with the sleeves of your oversized shirt, well Namjoons shirt, you watched as Jimin rubbed sunblock on Mia. Pulling your glasses over your head, you contemplated whether you should or not.

“Hey princess did you want some sunblock on?” Namjoon said running up to you, water running in rivulets down his toned chest. You grimaced, poking him in the stomach.

“Ew, no you are all wet,” you teased. Namjoon shook his wet hair back and forth, like a dog onto your body. Shrieking, you kicked sand at him causing him to laugh and run away. Grinning, you relaxed into the chair once more. Mia laid a few feet away from you on a towel, kicking her legs back and forth as she laid on her stomach.

“___, come lay with me!” Mia said, gesturing you over. You looked up from your backpack, that you were currently digging through looking for your book.

“Mia, that would involve me taking my shirt off and exposing my baby fat,” you joked. The truth was, you left your one pieces at your parents house and still have yet to retrieve them. So of course you dug up the white, triangle top bikini that was in the depths of your dresser. Mia gave you stink eye, getting up from her towel and ducking under the shade.

“Please,” she asked, poking you. Sighing, you decided to just do it because she wouldn’t leave you alone otherwise.

“Fine,” you grumbled under your breath. Mia clapped, as you began to lift the shirt over your head. Just as you were about to pull the shirt completely over your head, you heard Jungkook shouting.

“Jin!” Jungkook yelled, football in hand. You stopped, as the shirt was above your neck and looked toward where Jungkook was looking. You have got to be kidding me, you thought. There was Kim Seokjin, running across the sand like he is in Baywatch or some shit. But dear god, did it look like it. His black hair was curled around his strong face, plush lips pulled into a smile as he ran up to Jungkook. You swear you choked on air when you saw he was shirtless, tanned chest on display. Now, he wasn’t ripped like Jungkook, but soft indents of muscle were present. Deep muscles ran upwards by his hips, peeking out from under his swim trunks. You mouth watered as you saw his wide shoulders stretch forward to give a hug to Jungkook, the muscles clenching along his back.

You still haven’t completely pulled your shirt off, but thank god for Mia, right? She didn’t even witness you thirsting as she yanked the shirt over your head, causing your sunglasses to fall on your lap. Shrieking, you crossed your arms over your supple hips, trying to conceal the skin. Mia’s eyes widened as she took in your slightly tanned skin. You definitely weren’t fit, fit flat model like but you thought you were decent. Although your chest was smaller than most girls, you’d say your backside made up for it.

“Damn, if I wasn’t dating Jimin,” Mia teased, poking at your thigh. You felt your cheeks heat up, and not from the heat. Huffing, you allowed her to pull you up from your seat to go under the sun.

“Mia, I really don’t think this is a good idea,” you mumbled, as she dragged you out from under the shade. Ignoring you she looked back at you, flipping her shades on top of her head.

“What are you talking-” her sentence was cut short when, you saw Jungkook toss the football to Hoseok who wasn’t paying attention. Your eyes widened as Jungkook yelled a quick ‘look out!’ as the ball flew towards you and Mia. Shoving Mia out of the way, the ball missed her but bounced off the side of your head with such force it made you fall onto the sand. Groaning, as you laid on your back you squinted into the sun. Guess you will have to kill Jungkook as well, you thought.

“___! Are you okay?” Mia asked, her face came into view, blocking the sun. You rubbed the side of your head, flinching a bit at the tender spot. Mia helped you sit up on your elbows as she rubbed your arm.

“That shit hurted,” you whined. A few moments later the boys were all running up to you.

“___, I am so, so sorry!” Jungkook said dropping to his knees in the sand, and looking at you. You rolled your eyes, patting the boys head.

“Jesus Guk, why do you have to be so strong,” you joked as you sat up all the way. Jungkook, looked up at you for the first time, not noticing your.. Attire.

“I, uh,” Jungkook’s words came out garbled as his eyes, not to subtly, raked your form. Sand stuck onto your tanned and sweaty skin, making you shift uncomfortably.

“Jungkook, her eyes aren’t on her chest.” Mia snorted next to you. Slapping her in the arm, Jungkook blushed, rising from the sand and offering a hand up. Wobbling slightly, you stood up eyeing the boys who either looked at you with concern, or at your ass.

“Can you guys like not look at her like that, or at least not make it obvious,” Namjoon snapped, slapping Hoseok on the back of the head. A chorus of ‘what’ and ‘her ass is nice’ came from the group. Blushing, you turned away from them and began to walk back to the shade.

“Are you alright, kitten?” a low voice spoke behind you. Whipping around, you saw Jin saunter up behind you, a frown on his face. You felt yourself cross your arms over yourself. Nodding a bit, you smiled at him.

“Yeah! I am good, just a little dizzy. I’m just gonna take some aspirin and lay down in the sun!” Seokjin walked closer to you, looking up at him, he took your jaw gently in his grasp. His hand was slightly cool, warming your heated face. Tilting your head to the side, he examined your injury.

“Hmm, you should be fine darling. It probably will be sore.” Jin mused, releasing your jaw. You snorted.

“What are you? A doctor?” you spoke, dropping your hands from your body and placing a hand on your hip. Jins eyes raked down your form once more, jaw clenching slightly as he eyed your muscular thighs and soft stomach. His tongue dampened his lips as he shook his head.

“No, but I am a lifeguard.” he winked, walking back to his post. Your jaw dropped slightly, as he sauntered away. Sighing, you walked back to the shade and flopped on the chair. Slipping your sunglasses back on your face, you closed your eyes praying your headache would go away and the certain thoughts of a man who made your swimsuit bottoms wet.

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“Is she awake?”

“No, dumbass she sees with her eyes closed.”

You don’t register that Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok are looking at your sleeping body splayed out on the chair.

“Do you think Namjoon will kill me if I grab her ass?”

“Uh, not if she doesn’t kill you first. Seriously why are her tits small but her ass isn’t? That’s not how math works!”

Hoseok smacks the back of Jungkook’s head.

“Okay pick her up slowly,” Jungkook nods leaning down and hooking his arms under your legs and back, slowly lifting you out of the chair. Your body shifts for a moment, stomach contracting before you still. The three boys let out a breath, as Taehyung removes your sunglasses and places them on the chair.

“Oh my gosh her stomach looks so soft let me kiss it.” Taehyung comments, cooing at the supple skin.

“No you idiot! You know damn well Jin will have your dick served to the wolves.” Taehyung grimaces at Jungkook’s comment as they walk towards the ocean. Mia and Jimin are nowhere to be found, and Namjoon was in the restroom. Yoongi just didn’t care. The plan was to throw you, you wake up and then they run away before you kill them. Jungkook walks into the water, the waves almost knocking his form over.  

“Do you think this is a good idea? The waves are kind of rough today.” Hoseok comments, as he steadies the floatation toy. Jungkook waves him off, and carefully places your body on the toy.

“Nah, she’ll be fine, I’m sure she will wake up before soon,” Jungkook comments pushing the toy out into the water.

“She’s gonna kill us, you know that.” Taehyung comments watching your body float away.

“I know!” Jungkook says, clapping his hands together and turning back to walk out of the water. You don’t float too fat out, but far out enough that your feet can no longer touch the floor of the ocean. You stir on the floatie when you begin to feel abnormally warm and you feel like you're sinking? Rubbing your eyes, you blink a few times before you feel water seep into your swim bottoms.

Sitting up abruptly, the only things you register are the fact that you are in the middle of the ocean, the floatie you are on is deflating, and a giant wave is about to knock you out. Oh, and the cherry on top?

You never learned how to swim.

Thanks mom and dad.

You don’t even have time to scream when the wave engulfs your form and you are being swallowed roughly by the salty water. You grab onto nothing as you are thrown around, water filling your lungs and nose. Violently you are jerked up by another wave that pushes you closer to shore. You begin to feel yourself choking, trying to will your legs to move somehow to keep you upright and out of the water.

“Where’s___?” Namjoon asks, returning from the other side of the beach where he was looking for crabs. He found a pretty purple one with a blue spot on its back, he named it Johnson.

Jungkook bites into a peach, kicking the soccer ball with Mia and Jimin.

“In the ocean.” He said through a mouthful of the fruit. Namjoon stills for a minute, registering what Jungkook said.

“What do you mean, in the ocean.” Namjoon asks, voice alarmingly calm.

“We pushed her in, on the floatie like 10 minutes ago?” Jungkook responds. Before he can register what’s happening, Namjoon is throwing him on the sand and screaming in his face.

“You fucking idiot! Jungkook! ____ can’t swim!” Namjoon screams. A look of guilt seeps across Jungkook’s face as he looks over at Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Fuck,” Namjoon curses getting off Jungkook, and running towards the water.

“You idiots!” Mia says, running towards the water as well. Namjoon desperately pulls at his hair, looking for you in the water, wading out far enough to where it drops off.

“Shit, shit,” Namjoon curses, eyes welling up with frustrated tears. Looking left and right down the beach, he can’t seem to find you.

“Namjoon!” He hears Mia call from the sand. He whips around to see Seokjin, cradling your body in his hold. He holds his breath still as he approaches the shore.

Seokjin lays you on the sand as cough, lungs and eyes burning from the water. Your blink a few times, holding your chest as you lean over in the sand. Seokjin rubs your back as you eventually calm down, swallowing a few times.

“Shit,___ are you okay?” Namjoon practically skids through the sand next to your body. He moves his hand to push your wet hair from your face, as you rub sand from your eyes. “Jin you're a damn lifeguard, do something!” Namjoon yells, throwing his hands in the air. Your lungs continue to burn as you cough, barely being able to speak. Before you know it, large hands grip your waist and flip you on your back. Blinking a few times, Jins face comes into view and before you can protest he is placing his plush lips on yours.

Jin doesn’t even blow into your mouth, just presses his mouth gently on yours and puckers his lips. After a few moments you reciprocate, letting the warmth of his mouth envelope you. You feel Jins tongue begin to prod at the seams of your lips gently, teasing the skin. You are about to give him access, when he pulls away, a string of saliva follows him as he sits back up.

Gasping, for dramatic effect, you sit up. Coughing a few times, you make a grab for the water bottle Mia hands you. Chugging the water down, until the plastic deflated in your hands.

“Woah, Jin buddy, thank you for saving my life,” you said, an over dramatic tone in your words. Seokjin’s cheeks were a light shade of red, as he wiped the saliva from his face and gave you a nod.

“I uh, sure no problem darling. I would do it for anybody.” He said winking at you. But the reality was, if it was anyone else he would make the other lifeguards take care of it. The reality was, you are the only person Jin has ever done mouth to mouth with in his two years of being a lifeguard.

Jin is in his own world as he watches Mia and Jimin walk you back to where your stuff, your hips sway slightly, the smooth tan skin littered with grains of sand. He feels his swim trunks begin to harden, as Mia swipes the sand off your body. Your thighs and ass moving as she goes down your body. Jin would like nothing more than to sink his dick into-

“Seokjin I owe you one, bro. Come back tonight for dinner? I am staying with ___ this week, you can spend the night since you don’t have to work tomorrow.” Namjoon brings Jin out of his perverted thoughts, as he pats him on the shoulder. Seokjin blinks a few times, looking at his friend who stands above him in the sand.

“Yeah sure, sounds like fun dude.” Seokjin smiles at him, accepting Namjoons outstretched hand to help him up. Namjoon gives him a dimpled smile as he walks back to their friends. Seokjin can’t help but glance over at you, who is looking down at the three culprits currently on their knees begging for forgiveness. Seokjin finds himself grinning a bit as you look down at them, lips pulled into a frown and hands on hips. He doesn’t miss you glancing at him for a brief moment, and he thinks he saw you pull a small smile.

You did.

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You ignore Hobi, Jungkook and Tae the whole way home. They whine and poke at your cheek, even as you exit the car to go up to your condo, the three bouncing men pull at your hair and pinch you. You already yelled at them, calling them a bunch of colorful words they didn’t understand.

“We said we are sorry! What is it gonna take for you to not be mad!” Jungkook whined as your group entered the elevator. You pretended to ignore him as you busied yourself with your phone, pretending to text. Namjoon snorted loudly behind you, ruffling your hair.

“Buy her coffee for a month and that new Nintendo game she’s been wanting,” Namjoon said, eyeing you. You raised your eyebrows above your head, insinuating that he was right.

“Fine! Fine, I’ll do it,” Hoseok groaned, “But you two have to help as well,” he said, flicking the two younger boys in the ear. You hummed, a smile on your face as a quiet ding sounded through the elevator, insinuating you made it to your floor.

“Oh,___ I invited Seokjin over for dinner.” Namjoon said, a smirk on his face as he walked past your frozen figure. You fingers stilled on your screen as Namjoon swung his keys on his lanyard, whistling to himself as him and everyone exited the elevator. You didn’t even register the elevators closing and taking you back down to the first floor.

“Shit,” you groaned, pressing your floor button again as you went down to the first level. As the doors were about to close a voice halted you.

“Wait! Please hold the door!” Quickly springing forward and shoving your hand in between the stainless steel doors, causing them to stop and reopen. Of course it has to be Kim fucking Seokjin.

A smirk falls onto his face, as you shove yourself in the corner of the elevator.

“Hello Kitten,” Jin drawls, leaning on the rail opposite of you.

“Hello Jinnie,” you mock him, knowing he hates the nickname. He rolls his eyes at you, the smirk turning into a soft grin. The elevator stops, you look at what floor you are on, 3 it reads.

The door slides open and a few people pile in, causing Jin to move over to where you are standing. He keeps his front to you, bracing the rail and caging your body against the wall. A few business people enter and a pregnant woman. The doors close again, you hold a breath as you feel Jin breath against your head. The faint smell of sea salt and mint makes its way to your nose, as Jin’s chest rises and falls as you try and look anywhere but his face.

The elevator stops once more, this time a delivery man with a cart and packages enter. The people around you shuffle to make room, causing Jin to let go of the bar and grip your waist instead. Your eyes widen as your arms are stuck between your chest and his. Looking up at him, he raises a teasing brow as his hands skim across your bare waist. You regret not putting your coverup, feeling his warm hands against you is torture. Finally, you make it to your floor. Jin steps away from you, as he pushes past the people in the cramped space mumbling an excuse me. You let out a sigh of relief as you two make way to your condo, digging through your bag to find the keys. Standing in front of the oak door, you fumble with the lock with warm cheeks. You couldn’t forget how Jin’s hands felt on your bare skin. Before Jin could say a word, the lock clicked and you practically threw yourself in.

“Kim Namjoon!” you screamed, tossing your stuff on the table in the foyer. Jin chuckled, shutting the door behind him as you stomped down the hallway. Pounding on the bathroom door, you waited a few seconds until a very wet Namjoon opened the door.

You didn’t even bat an eyelash at his bare chest, and bright pink towel wrapped around his waist. Lean chest exposed, as rivulets of water ran down his chest. Dark hair flat against his head, as he leaned against the door way, phone in hand.

“One sec,” he spoke into the device. “Yes sweetheart?” He asked, throwing a dimpled smirk at your fuming stature. You slapped him across the chest, and walked away to your room. “Ow! What was that for?” Namjoon cried, rubbing the sore skin. Walking into your room and closing the door, you began to pull at your damp swimsuit. Right as you dropped your bikini bottoms, you heard Seokjin yelling something and before you could register what was happening, your door was being thrown open.

“...room am I staying-,” Seokjin's words went quiet as he stood in the door frame. “In,” he finished. Plush lips parted slightly, you swear you saw his cheeks turned a shade darker. You felt your cheeks heat up by a hundred degrees, as you covered your modesty; well attempted to. Before you could scream and throw whatever was in the vicinity at his stupid, attractive face, he mumbled an apology and gently closed the door. Quickly walking to the door, you locked it and lightly banged your head against the wood.

“Stupid, stupid! First you can barely rock climb,” you mumble to yourself, walking over to your vanity and pulling on underwear, the deep red silk ones that your shitty ex got you. “You almost drown, and Seokjin has to give you mouth to mouth, when in reality, he kissed you!” You continue to chastise yourself as you pull on a hoodie and some cotton shorts. “He saw you naked!” You groaned, slamming your sock drawer closed and pulling on your favorite baby pink socks, with little sheep on them. Huffing, you flopped onto your bed and buried your face in the sheets. Not even a minute later, there was a knock at your door.

“Sweetheart, I’m ordering take out! Do you want your usual?” Namjoons low voice spoke through the door. You groaned into the pillow, bringing your face up for a moment.

“I’m not hungry Joon, can you please leave my bag outside my door? It’s on the table by the foyer,” you said. You heard him sigh.

“I am still ordering you food, ___. But, yeah I will grab it. Is everything okay?” Namjoon asks. Taking a deep breath, your eyes follow the motion of your ceiling fan.

“Yeah Joon, just tired. You and Jin can play video games or something,” you said. You didn’t hear another response as Namjoon walked away from your door.

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You haven't left your room since the evening, and it was now dark outside. The lights of skyscrapers left a soft glow in your room. Leaning against the long windows, you looked at the moon. The waning crescent winked at you, as you looked through your music sheets. You chewed on the rubber end of your pencil as you edited the piece you’ve been working on for weeks. Sighing, you rubbed your eyes under your glasses, pacing back and forth around your room. You figured that Namjoon and Seokjin were long asleep, due to the lack of screams over Minecraft have now ceased. Walking over to your bed, sheets of music littered the comforter as you shuffled through the papers. In the few hours of locking yourself in your room you ate the food Namjoon left outside of your door, counted to one hundred twenty-six, waxed your legs, and cried about how much of a fool you are in front of Seokjin. You couldn’t even face him, let alone have a coherent conversation with him. He was just so, him. And you were just so, you.

Frustrated with your own self-deprecating thoughts,  you dropped the stack of music sheets on the bed. The papers slapped gently onto the comforter, as you walked around the bed and picked up your empty take out. Yawning, you pulled your glasses off and set them on the nightstand before proceeding to walk to the kitchen. The condo was dark, besides the glow from the city lights below you. Walking quietly out into the kitchen, you threw your trash out.

“What are you doing awake?” a low voice asked behind you. Whipping around, you placed your hand on your chest.

“God, don’t scare me like that.” you spoke to Seokjin. Squinting in the dark you made out his form, a very shirtless one at that. He didn’t say anything as you leaned against the marble counter.

“Okay goodnight,” you said, quickly rushing to leave the kitchen. Before you could make it past the living room, he caught your wrist in his grasp. Stopping, you turned to look at him.

Seokjin's’ eyes flitted towards the piano in the corner of the room.

“You play?” he asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice. You nodded wordlessly.

“A little bit,” you shyly spoke. Seokjin released your wrist, and walked over to the piano. You watched as the moon illuminated his strong chest and shoulders. His black sweatpants hung low on his hips, exposing the band of his Armani boxers. Seokjins’ fingers grazed the glossy keys, tapping one of them gently. The soft sounds resonated through the quiet room.

He looked at you, who stood in the same position.

“Play something for me?” He asked, nodding his head towards you. Flitting your eyes between him and the Piano, you nodded, hesitantly, and walked over to the piano. Seokjin pulled out the bench for you, as you sat down on the padded cushion. You felt goosebumps form on your legs, as you stretched your feet out to put pressure on the pedals. Taking a deep breath, you placed your hands on the keys. Tapping one softly a few times, you began to play a song you memorized from one of your favorite movies, Pride and Prejudice. The song was called ‘Liz on top of the World.’ Your fingers gently tapped the keys, as you left your fingertips glide across the smooth keys. You let yourself get absorbed, playing the song and letting out all your frustrations of the week. Playing the piano was the only time you felt confident in yourself, something you could actually do without making a fool of yourself. You hit the keys a bit harder than usual, not caring if you woke up Namjoon or the whole damn complex. So invested playing, you didn’t realize that Seokjin was staring at you, a dark look in his eyes as he watched you play with such emotion, such fire in your eyes.

You didn’t even hit the final note of the song, because Seokjin was closing the cover of the piano keys and grasping you by the chin, and kissing you. You gasped into his mouth, as he kneeled onto the bench, placing his knee between your thighs. Seokjin sighed into your mouth, putting pressure onto your chin. Your mind was in a haze as Seokjin's hand grazed down your chin and neck, leading it down between the valley of your breasts. You groaned against him, as you felt the warmth of his hand squeeze your breast through the material of your shirt. Seokjin's tongue grazed against the seams of your lips, as he teased your pert nipple. Opening your mouth fully, you allowed his tongue to slide into your mouth, tangling with yours.

“Fuck,” Seokjin muttered against your mouth. Pulling back, Seokjin got up from the bench and clicked on the lamp next to the Piano. You felt yourself suck in a breath, as you raked your eyes down his tan chest. His plush lips were slick with your saliva, eyes holding a deep, carnal lust.

“Stand up.” Seokjin said. It was a demand, not a question. Slowly rising from the bench, you pushed it under the piano. Seokjin closed the distance between you two, as he locked your mouth into another heated kiss. Immediately, you brought your hands up to his hair, pulling at the nape of his neck. Seokjin’s hands grazed the back of your thighs, patting them, you hooked them around his waist. You groaned as you felt his erection begin to grow in his pants, tilting your head back, you rutted against him. Seokjin sponged kisses against your exposed neck, splotching bruises of purple and red on the skin.

“You drive me insane, kitten.” Seokjin groaned against your neck. You moaned as he continued to kiss your neck. Jin walked over to the couch, laying down under you and allowing you to straddle him. His hands never left your waist, as you leaned over him. “Do you know how hard it was today at the beach, to see you in that swimsuit? I wanted to bend you over and fuck your tight, little cunt , in front of all those boys, to show that you are mine.” You felt yourself whine as he began to move you back and forth on his clothed erection.

“You know I really like you, ___.” Jin confessed, groaning as you slowed down your pace. You looked down at him, his eyes were heavy, his plush bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“R-really?” You asked, placing your hands on his chest. Jin nodded, allowing his hands to graze your bottom, before slapping it. Moaning, you grinded faster, allowing your needy pants to echo in the room. Jin’s hand began to move up your shirt, feeling the warm skin. You wasted no time allowing your hands to grasp the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Jin cursed as he saw your chest and pert nipples, now exposed to him. Bringing his hand up, he swiped his thumb over the bud. You held back a moan as he slowly rubbed the skin of your nipple, back and forth between his fingers.

“Fuck you are so sensitive,” Jin groaned, fondling your other breast. You found yourself beginning to move against him again, rubbing your clothed center against his. Jin continued his assault on your nipple. Bringing his head up, he puckered kisses along your breast before taking it into his mouth, licking across the skin. Groaning loudly, you fell against him and pulled his head closer to you. Jin’s hands trailed down your body to grab onto your bottom, rutting you against him harder. “C’mon, give it to me,” Jin growled against your skin, taking your nipple into his mouth. You felt gripped onto his hair, whining at the pressure being placed on your clit. Feeling the coil begin to form, it was quickly gone as you felt yourself collapse. Calling out Jin’s name in whiny pants as he suckles on your bud harder. The movement of your hips slow, as Jin hands rub up your hips to pull you up. Looking down at him, his lips are parted, harsh breaths escape the reddened skin. Jin pulls himself up from under you, flipping you on your back. Huffing as your body drops on the couch, you look up at him as a small smirk overtakes his face. A bead of sweat trails down the front of his chest, spots of perspiration dotting his smooth skin.

“Kitten,” Jins low voice drawls, “...didn’t your mommy and daddy,” he says slowly, dragging his lips down your neck, “..teach you that it’s not nice,” his lips trail further down to the ribbon of your cotton shorts, “...to stare?” He finishes pulling the ribbon loose of your shorts. Your breath stutters a bit, as he pulls at the band of your shorts, slowly peeling the clothing down your legs and creating a trail of goosebumps. You watched Jin toss the shorts behind him, now face to face with your white, lace panties. You could feel your arousal seeping out of you, holding a breath as Jin held your thighs apart. Bringing his face closer to your center, he licked a stripe up the lace of your underwear. Digging your hands into the pillow behind you, your hips jutted up as a moan wracked through you. Jin watched as you tilted your head back, exposing the splotches of purples and reds he left. Trailing his hands up your thighs, his fingers skimmed the band of your underwear, snapping the elastic against your thighs.

“Please, J-Jin,” you whined, moving your hips. Jin held your body down with his hands, looking up at you.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Jin asked, digging his fingers into your hips. You whined as he teased the skin of your thighs.

“Yes, Jin please.” You groaned, pulling the skin of your bottom lip between your teeth. It was silent for a moment, until Jin began to shuffle his body under yours, pulling you on top to straddle his waist. Confused, you looked down at his face as he guided your clothed center over his face. You felt your cheeks warm, as you looked down at him. “J-Jin this really isn’t a good-!” Your sentence was cut short when Jin moved your underwear to the side, and pulling you down onto his face.

You swear you screamed, back arching as your hips raised off Jin’s face. Jin held a firm grip on your hips as he took your clit in between his lips, and sucked. Rolling the bud between his lips, you fell forward, caging his head between your shaky arms. “Jin, p-please,” you whined, grinding harder against his face. Jin’s grip got tighter on your hips, as he moved you back and forth, slicking your sopping center on his face. Jin could feel his cock throbbing in the confinements of his pants.

You could hear the wet, slurping sounds of your center as Jin licked around your tight hole. Your arms were about to give out, and you could feel the tension begins to build around your stomach. Moving your hips against his face, you leaned up on your arms. “W-wanna feel you too,” you slurred, prying his hands off your hips and turning around. Jin licked your wetness from his lips, looking at your bottom he felt you begin to pull of the band of his sweats. Gripping your hips behind you, Jin groaned as he felt you palm him through his briefs.

“Kitten, what are you d-doing?” Jin asked, his voice turning into a groan. You felt yourself grin, as you looked down at the outline of his dick. You felt your eyes widen, as you palmed him, feeling the hot skin sear through the fabric. Licking his lips, Jin gripped your hips and pulled you toward his face again. Jin groaned, tasting the sweet slick of your center. Getting lost in the bliss for a moment, you began to sneak your hand under Jin’s briefs, finally coming to contact with his throbbing cock. Jin’s hips tighten against you, as you drag a finger up his length. You feel your mouth water as you fully pull out his cock. In the dim lighting you make out that he is well… endowed. The tip is a rosy pink, a sheen of cum already on the tip. A thick vein trails up the length, leading down to a neatly trimmed tuft of hair. 

You slide a finger down his shaft, licking your lips as it twitches. “You have such a pretty cock, Jinnie,” you tease, wiggling your hips harder against his face. “I wonder what it will look like, in my mouth…” you said, finally taking his cock into your mouth. You suckle on the tip lightly, before taking his length, well what you could, into your mouth. You felt Jin groan against your center, causing vibrations to shake your center. He mumbled something against your center, causing him to pull back for a moment.

“___, shit, k-keep doing that, choke on my fat cock like a good girl.” Jin said, slapping the skin of your bare bottom. Slurping on Jin’s dick, you jerked the area’s you couldn’t reach. Licking down the vein, you took his heavy ball sack in your fingers. Jin dug his large palms into your hips, slapping the skin lightly. Bobbing your head up and down, you swirl your tongue on his tip, tasting his release. Pulling yourself up from his cock, you jerked his cock in your hand.

“Mmm, taste so good, will you come for me Jinnie?” You teased, kissing his tip. Jin groaned, jutting his hips upwards. Bringing your mouth down again, you allowed him to thrust his hips into your mouth. Your spit slicked his cock, running down your mouth. Jin continued his ministrations against your center, the coil almost snapping. Jin stopped his thrusting, causing him to pull out of your mouth. Before you could bring your mouth back down, Jin pulled you off his dick a lewd wet pop echoing in the room. Confused, you placed your hands on his thighs, as he brought your center over his slick cock. You both groaned simultaneously when your sexes rubbed against one another, your wet cunt sucking in the length of his cock.You had to find the will in you to hold yourself up as Jin guided your pussy, back and forth on his bare cock. Your arms gave out, as you laid in between Jins’ legs, he took his cock in his hand and rubbed his bulbous tip on your clit. You choked against the blanket on the couch, as you felt him circle your aching bud. 

“Give it to me, I know you want to kitten,” Jin spoke lowly, slapping his hard cock against your bare center. You arched your back as you felt your cunt clench, before you felt the coil finally snap, as you released all over Jin’s cock. 

“F-fuck! Jin! Jin, Nggh,” your cries were muffled in the couch as Jin smeared your arousal all over his cock. 

“That’s right kitten, squirt all over my cock. Can’t wait to fill you up and shoot my hot cum in your tight hole.” Jin growled, digging his hands into your ass. You felt Jin’s sweats dampen under you, as he slowed his assault. With shaky hands, you began to pull of the drenched material of Jin’s sweatpants, pulling them below his knees. Jin’s hands grazed up your bare sides and turned you to face him. Placing your hands on his chest, he looked up at you. Pupils wide, and dark he brought his thumb up to your swollen lips, rubbing them in between his fingers. “Are you sure you want this, darling?” He asked, eyes softening at the smile on your face. 

You smiled, scratching your nails lightly on his chest. “Always the worried one Jinnie.” You teased, laughing when his hand lightly spanked your bottom. Your laughter died down as you look at his strong face in the soft glow of the lamp, you dragged your fingers through the damp pieces of his dark hair. “Yes, Seokjin, I want this. I want you, more than anything.” You spoke softly, watching the grin appear on his face. Jin kept a hand on your back, as he pushed you down to meet his lips. His plush lips swallowed you, as he fervently pecked kisses on your lips. Pulling his plump bottom lip between your teeth, you sucked on the skin, allowing your tongue to slip in his mouth. Jin’s hold tightened on your back, eventually sliding his hands down to your ass and giving the globes a harsh squeeze. Your tongue’s tangled, allowing one another to suck on the muscle inside each others mouths. You felt the heat emitting from Jin’s erection, that laid heavily on his taut stomach. You felt your arousal begin to leak from your center, as you moved your hips once more. Pulling back from Jin, you looked down at his wet lips, breathing heavily.

“Can I, please?” you asked, shifting your hips against him. Jin groaned, tilting his head back on the couch cushion. Gripping your hips tighter he looked at you. 

“Fuck, yes- shit- please kitten, be a good girl and sit on daddy’s cock?” he asked. You nodded, finding his length and grabbing it between your fingers. Rubbing the tip and slicking it with his precum, you teased him against your wet heat, both of your groaned simultaneously as you finally slid down on his cock. 

“Oh my, god-!” you couldn’t even get a sentence out as you sank slowly onto his thick girth. You had to place your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Not even halfway down, you had to stop, sweat began to slick your body as you threw your head back. “Dammit Jin, why do you have to have a fat cock-!” Your words were thrown out the window as Jin fully seated you down on his cock, earning a groan from both of you. 

“Why do you have to have such a tight cunt, kitten?” Jin teased, cursing when you clenched around him. Whining, you placed your head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily and trying to get accustomed to his length. Jin ran his hand up and down your back, fighting the urge to fuck you sideways. After a few moments, you slowly began to move your hips up and down. 

“Ah, fuck.” You mumbled, feeling your arousal seep down his cock. You didn’t waste any time, moving your hips rapidly, slicking your wetness down his length. Skin slapped against skin loudly, as you moved your hips around him. You felt his tip prodding at your cervix as you went all the way down. 

“J-Jin, I feel so full,” you whined, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Jin looked up at you, pure, unadulterated lust seeping into his pupils. You kept having to slow your hips, due to the fact Jin’s cock kept slipping out of your wet hole. 

“Slow down kitten, my cock can’t fill your tight hole if it keeps slipping out. God you are so wet, your cunt is dripping all over me,” Jin hissed, digging his blunt nails in your hips. You nodded, not processing his words as you clenched around him endlessly. You felt your thighs begin to burn, eyes welling with tears from the pleasure.

“J-Jinnie,” you whined, slowing down a bit. Jin hushed you, pressing a kiss to your chest. Still inside of you, Jin laid you down on your back, deciding to take over. Caging his arms over your head, he slowly thrusted into you, allowing his cock to hit your cervix. You closed your eyes, raking your nails down Jin’s strong back. 

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna let me fill up your tight hole with my seed, and let it spill out of your tight hole,” Jin spoke against your neck, rutting against you. You whined, digging your nails into his back as he thrusted harder. 

“Faster Jin, please, fuck me.” You whispered into his ear. Jin growled into your skin, thrusting into your heat faster, harder. You gasped as the couch began to shake slightly. Half of your body hung off the couch, the only leverage was you holding onto Jin’s back. You were honestly surprised Namjoon hasn’t woken up. Jin huffed, thrusting so hard into you, your bodies tumbled off the couch. A shriek fell past your lips, as Jin flipped your bodies so he would catch most of the fall. Jin grunted as his body met the fluffy rug below him, your weight on top of him. A moan fell past your lips as you felt Jin’s cock still seated inside of you as you came down on him hard rutting against him. You didn’t waste anytime, lifting your hips and slamming down on him. Cursing under his breath, Jin gripped the corner of the couch pulling him up with you in his hold. You whined as he walked towards the piano, causing you to stop bouncing on him. 

Gasping as your back met the cold piano, you looked at Jin who held a smirk on his face. 

“Seriously?” you laughed, raising an eyebrow at him. Jin giggled, placing his hands next to your head on the piano. “This shit didn’t come cheap Seokjin,” you whined, gesturing to the instrument. Jin kissed your nose, adjusting his cock inside you.

“I know, so that’s why you need to hurry up and come so that it doesn't break,” Jin spoke, his tone turning dark again. You nodded, groaning when Jin took your nipple into his mouth and thrusting into you. Good thing Jin was tall, or his dick wouldn’t be nowhere near as seated inside you as it is right now. You felt a shudder wrack through your body as Jin swirled his tongue around your bud, and thrusted into you fast and hard.

“Jin,” you choked. 

“I know baby, come on, I’m close too,” Jin spoke, taking his mouth off your pert bud. You nodded, wanting a release so bad. You clenched around Jin endlessly. You felt his cock begin to throb, as he thrusted into you. Your tits bounced rapidly, as Jin thrusted harder and harder into your wet hole, making the knot in your belly swell as you felt the rope begin to snap.

“Oh fuck! Jin!” You screamed, throwing your head back against the cold piano. Jin thrusted harder and harder, as you felt yourself come undone around him. Shortly after, you felt Jin release inside you, his warm seed spurting inside you. You clenched around him, wanting every drop inside you. Jin thrusted inside you a bit more, shaking the piano slightly. You whined, and clenched around him due to the sensitivity. “Ah, Jin give me a second.” You whined, gripping his forearms. Jin gripped your arms, pulling you up, dick still seated inside you. Breathing heavily you looked at Jin with a pout on your lips. He laughed, pecking your mouth a few times. 

“One more baby, please?” Jin asked, sponging kisses on your neck. You nodded, tilting your head back as you enjoyed his plush lips kissing the sweaty skin of your neck. You felt goosebumps trail onto your body, as Jin scooted you body off the Piano and hooking your legs around him. You felt his cock begin to harden again inside you, making you raise an eyebrow at him, a grin spreading over your face. 

“You horny bitch,” you teased, reaching down to pinch his bare ass. Jin yelped, gripping your ass tightly and slapping the bare skin. He walked over to the tall windows that surrounded your apartment, you could feel his seed begin to get cold and drip down your thighs as Jin pushed your body against the cold glass. A huff left your lips as Jin, a bit roughly, held your body up against the glass. You made out the smirk on his face, as he gripped your thighs and leaned his face close to you. You breathed in heavily, as he began to jutt his hips into yours. You held your lip between your teeth, as your sweaty body moved up and down the glass. Jin breathed heavily, placing both his hands on the glass next to your head as he began to thrust harder, but still painstakingly slow. Jin’s chest rubbed against yours, spreading perspiration across your nipples. 

“Jin- ahh- please, faster,” you begged, trying to push his body into yours. Jin grunted, moving his hands from beside your head and pulling your thighs from his waist. Confused, Jin pulled out, making you cry from the loss of his throbbing cock inside you. 

“Turn around,” Jin spoke, looking down at you. Tilting your head to the side, you did as he said and turned your body to face the window. You looked down at the lights from skyscrapers and billboards, illuminating the already dimly lit room. Jin looked at, you gripping your hips and pressing your body into the glass. Gasping when the cold window made your nipples perk up, you breathed out heavily, watching the glass fog up. Jin ran his hands down the length of your exposed body. You tilted your head back on his chest, as he lazily ran his hand down your tits, pinching your nipples. 

“You are absolutely exquisite, darling.” Jin murmured, pressing a kiss on your damp hairline. Jin’s hand began to trail lower, eventually coming in contact with your slick heat. Lazily teasing his finger on your clit, he dipped his finger into your wet hole. “Oh fuck, your soaked kitten. I bet I could fit my whole hand inside there.” Jin groaned. You choked back a moan as Jin began to rub his erection on your back. 

“Please Jin, stop teasing me. Want your cock,” you mumbled, clenching around his finger. Jin hummed, pulling his finger from your hole. Jerking his cock a few times, he then guided it to your wet cunt, thrusting it in quickly. You groaned as your body was pushed against the glass once more, breath visible as Jin thrusted into you fast and hard. Jin stuttered out a curse, as your wet heat enveloped his cock. Slapping skin echoed in the large room, heavy pants from you and Jin against one another's skin. 

“So, fucking, pretty. Your cunt was made for me, practically- fuck- sucking me in.” Jin grunted against your neck. A moan made its way from your mouth, as your breasts pressed against the glass. You couldn’t form coherent words, as Jin kept thrusting over and over into you. You whined when his tip prodded your cervix, making you feel full. It wasn’t long before you felt your center begin to tingle, and you jutted back against Jin; meeting his thrusts. 

“Yes, yes, yes, Jin, fuck me!” You screamed, moaning when Jin went faster. 

“Ah fuck, Kitten, come, come for me,” Jin said, bringing his finger to rub your clit. Not even a few seconds after, you felt yourself releasing on Jin’s cock. “F-fuck, look at that Kitten. Squirting again all over my cock, such a good girl.” Jin moaned, slapping your ass gently as you rode out your high. You were sobbing at this point, as Jin rubbed your clit. You could feel your arousal dripping from your thighs, wetting your sweaty skin even more. 

“Jinnie, w-wanna feel you come,” you slurred, finding his heavy sack between your bodies. Jin grunted as you pinched the skin, fondling his sack. 

“Fuck,” Jin groaned, as you clenched around him. You moaned as Jin released inside you once more. 

“Yes, Jin fuck.” You whined, squeezing around his cock to release more of his seed. Jin slowed his thrusts a bit more, until his dick softened and he pulled out from your abused hole. Jin groaned when he saw your mixed arousals drip down your thighs. You leaned your tired body against the glass, the cool material aiding your sweaty body. You felt your legs about to give out, until Jin leaned down, hooking his arms under your body.

“You did so well baby, I’m so proud of you,” Jin murmured, pressing kisses to your scalp. You nodded, a smile seeping onto your face as your eyes started to droop. Jin laughed at your fucked out state, walking into your room and placing you on the bed. You allowed your body to melt into the sheets, as Jin turned on the bedside lamp. Your eyes were dropping in and out of sleep, as Jin went to the bathroom to get a rag. You heard the water run, and footsteps pad back into the room. Taking the damp rag, Jin wiped your release from your thighs and bottom. Once he was done he tossed the towel into your hamper, and walked back over to you. Through bleary eyes, you smiled at him as he ran his hand through his messy hair. Jin smiled at you, pearly whites still visible even in the dim lighting. Leaning down, he sponged kisses all along your face, making you giggle. Taking your face in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs along your cheeks. 

“Get some sleep, baby.” Jin gently spoke, tapping your nose. You nodded, pulling him down with you. 

“Not without you though, right?” You asked, gripping onto his arm. A smile crossed Jin’s features as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheeks. 

“Right.” Jin whispered, kissing you on the mouth.

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Bonus +

Namjoon rubbed his hand over his face, hearing Jin’s low grunts and your breathy moans. He looked up at the ceiling, staring at his unmoving ceiling fan. Leaning over to grab his phone from the bedside table, he opened the messaging app, and going into a group chat between Him and his friends. 

Squinting at the bright screen, he typed out a message.

1:46am [namjoon]: you guys all owe me and yoongi 20 bucks lol. 

Namjoon pressed the voice recording button, making the speaker face his door. After 30 seconds, he ended it and pressed send. 

1:50am [mia]: dammit! now i have to suck jimin’s dick >:(

1:51am [jimin]: hey! I'm right next to you, first of all and second of all you act like its a bad thing you nerd

1:51am [guk]: damn does that mean i can’t look at y/n’s ass anymore :( also don’t get a boner from listening joon l o l

1:51am [namjoon]: fuck you lol

1:52am [yoongs]: go to bed fuckers

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A big thank you to @cherrynochu and @seokstrivia ;-; they really helped me get through this haha, i love you guys! I hope you enjoy also fyi I start my classes soon, soo i will try and get up my hoseok or tae fic soon, if not i will try during my schedule, i have half the classes i had last year so i should have more time hopefully and if not, im sorry, i have sports and stuff as well oof, but if i like go MIA my mutuals can ask for my discord or kkt, hehe i will keep you all updated. xX

[uncannychange]

No one knows who owns it, or where it came from or where it goes when not on the road, but the Change Fair has been rolling into towns for long weekends all over the world for over three decades. Never staying in one place for long due to the hue and cry that it enviably leaves in its wake. Pulling up stakes and disappearing late in the night, or early in the morning, no one really knows the Change Fair is completely gone by the third day, no matter how many chases down all the roads leaving the city, town or village just visited, no trace has ever been found where they are as they leave another community with dozens or even in some cases hundreds of people dealing with finding themselves, as the Fair promises, changed. Some great, some slightly with new looks, thoughts and sometimes whole new lives.

Below are some of the more remarkable changes the Change Fair has left behind.

Here we see Charles Payton having a rousing augment with his girl friend Penny after leaving the Fair he had gotten a call from her demanding to know where he had vanished off to for most of the day (phones it seems don't work within the confines the fairgrounds) and was enraged when a woman answered her call to him.

Charles didn't know what she was so upset about, or why Penny kept asking “who are you, you hussy?” as is common with visitors to the Change Fair Charles would not come fully to discover her new self until the Fair was gone. At which point she found that she now had ID identifying her as Charlotte Payton, a woman both younger and prettier than Penny.

There are dozens of different rides, booths, exhibition halls and food stalls reported as being found at the Change Fair. Such as the Float Away the Old You exhibit which was tried by Harry Gordon. Here we see a picture taken by a friend as he entered one of the flotation pods, and the shockingly new Harriet Gordon emerging. To say the least, the former man was more shocked by what had gone on with his body than the strange images that came to her as he floated into womanhood. Later Harriet was much calmer after a visit to one of the many “fashion/lifestyle booths dotted around the fair.

Then there was Randy Miller, noted masher who never took no for an answer finding out how that feels after leaving the Change Fair having been turned into a young lady by the name of Rankou Mira and experiencing what it was like to have the high heel on the other foot. Her experiences increased by the fact that she now exudes thee times the normal level in sex attracting pheromones.

It's not that the authorities haven't tried to track down the Change Fair, it's just that once inside, contacting the outside world seems to be fruitless. As was the case with FBI agents Task and Masterson, who were suspicious of the Change Fair when it popped up in their city. Despite being cautious after going in, they like everyone else found communications with the outside impossible, as was leaving as while the Change Fair from the outside seemed to only take up one large former empty lot, inside it seemed to go on for four or five city blocks. Eventually tiring from wandering the place they rested not in one of the exhibits or in the food court but leaning against a blank wall.

Unknown to them the wall belonged to something called the Hall of Fashion for a New Life. And zap, the FBI was suddenly a great deal more diverse in their city.

So watch the vacant lots in your area, there's no telling when the Change Fair might show up where you are.

[parf-fan]

Hello, I am alive, PARF-fan content is not necessarily resuming at this point because capitalism exists and abelism exists and I don’t get enough sleep these days even without spending time actively updating this blog.

BUT!

As anyone who subscribes to Mount Hope’s newsletter or follows them on the magical Book of Faces undoubtedly already knows, the Faire is a go for September and October, albeit under very strict perimeters.  There will be no streetwork, and thus no Blackfryars, and but a skeleton crew of Bacchanalians.  Out-of-house acts are likewise reduced.  I’m frankly too tired to rephrase everything right about now, so I’m going to just drop the image from the Faire’s facebook page here.  I’ve pasted the text from the email below it, if that’s more your speed. (I think the contents are the same, but I haven’t done a side-by-side comparison.)

Greetings!

I am excited beyond words that we are soon able open to celebrate the 40th season of the glorious Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire.  It certainly isn't how we had hoped to commemorate this momentous milestone, but, in a way, this year's Faire experience will harken back to "the olden days" when crowds were smaller and intimacy was the order of the day.

We will operate this Fall significantly different than what we have become accustomed to as we adapt to the new landscape created by COVID-19.

Our maximum daily attendance will be set at 25% of capacity as we swing wide the castle gates. Smaller audiences will ensure safe and socially distanced seating at stages and eating areas as well as shorter queuing lines at Faire gates, kitchens and merchant booths.

Advance, date specific tickets will be required in keeping with the strict attendance limitations as directed by the Pennsylvania Department of Health.

In addition to the reduction of audience size, we will be taking extraordinary efforts to ensure a safe and comfortable Faire day, including CDC approved sanitizer stations at every food booth, merchant booth, and stage area, as well as requirements of face coverings for staff, performers (not performing), vendors and guests throughout their stay, and reminders of social distancing throughout the Faire grounds.

As we are only open weekends, increased sanitation and cleaning using CDC approved cleaning equipment and sanitizers will take place after each Faire day as well as during the week. Every member of our staff will be screened before they begin each Faire day and we will encourage guests to self-monitor their health before joining us at the Faire.

All health and safety information will be published to our website and updated as new policies or procedures are mandated. We will follow the lead of our other great PA amusement and theme parks (including HersheyPark, Dorney Park, Sesame Place and many others) as we carefully monitor Dept of Health policies to assure a safe experience.     As we continue working towards welcoming Her Majesty, our overriding concern is providing a safe Shire for all staff, performers and patrons to put aside life's everyday concerns, even if for but a few short hours.

Since the beginning of this crisis, our choices have been rooted in the health, safety and well-being of hundreds of actors, performers, merchants and staff, as well as the many thousands of patrons who visit to experience the fantasy of the Faire.

With new policies and precautions in place and, with the cooperation of all, we can look forward to sharing a very special 40th Anniversary season together.

Until our paths shall cross again, stay thee safe and fare most well!

Scott Bowser, Proprietor

As far as I understand it, the Faire is taking just about every single precaution short of actually not running this year.  It’ll come down to whether or not they actually enforce the whole hey-patrons-wear-a-mask-and-wear-it-right thing.

But my chief purpose here is to share what, as is their wont, the Faire hath not posted upon their Facebook: the cast list!

At this point, characters have not been announced anywhere; and though a visit to the Faire’s website will yield costumed headshots, those are definitely not going to be the characters – at least not all of them, not unless the plot involves all of time having collapsed even more than usual.

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Bacchanalian Cast 2020

Leigh Ann Hamelin

Jonathan Handley

Mary Huff

Dana Micciché

Joe Penn

Jules Schrader

Adam Shepley

Katelyn Shreiner

Alex Stompoly

Jeff Wolfthal

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My observations:

A small enough cast that the living quarters might actually be spread out enough to be safe for them, THANK GOD.

Looking like there’s likely no in-house combat (only two actors have been on the combat track that I know of), which makes sense.  Also probably no in-house music groups (only two have been on music track that I know of), which also makes sense.  So pretty much improv only, then.  Wise decision, all things considered.

My Lady Dana Micciché hath been robbed of her accent mark on the Faire’s site, but is a Bacchanalian this year?  Hell yes?

I was about to say that the only casting I feel remotely confident will be the same is Mary Huff as Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, but then it occurred to me that with so small a cast, the story might well call for not having a royal progress happening this time.  That’s what I would do if I were writing it in this situation.  Then it also occurred to me that having Mary Huff as Queen Elizabeth again would enable the writers to bring back a couple of insanely popular characters that likely would not logistically be able to return otherwise. (I’m referring, of course, to Jonathan Handley and Alex Stompoly as Sirs William Pickering and Henry Carey, respectively, because I stg some patrons of last year only recognize or acknowledge or care about those two.) So now I’m sure of nothing.

I had words I wanted to make about how I would arrange things in this situation, because I am theoretically a writer and like to play what-if sometimes, but no matter how I phrased things, it sounded like I was either trying to predict things or (worse) trying to unsubtlely drop hints directed at the writers and directors about what they should totally do.  Which, nope.