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CORONA BOREALIS - 3: NINETY FIVE

Like Crazy + People Pt.2 PLAYLIST.

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Every year we spend on this planet something that will change the course of our lives tends to happen. Sometimes, it is something as small as the discovery of a new plant, and sometimes it is as big as a pandemic. So let’s, for example, look at positive things that happened in 1995 cause believe me some pretty fucked up shit also happened this year. This was the year that made the internet mainstream (can you imagine our lives without the internet? … ). 

Music was also 👌🏾this year, it brought us some classics such as Waterfalls by TLC, You Are Not Alone by Michael Jackson and a “little” song named Gangsta’s Paradise, which instantly raised its singer to worldwide fame; Coolio. Yeah, 1995 was an amazing year for Coolio, but little did he know that his life would end up being intertwined with seven others, two of which were also born in 1995: 13 October 1995, in Busan, a little bundle of joy, named Park Jimin graces this planet and a couple of months later another one decides to make his surly quirky entrance, 30 December 1995, in Daegu.

Jimin. He turned out to be a boy who would be very confident in his abilities, but perhaps not so much in himself as a person. Nevertheless, he knew he wanted to accomplish big-big things, and was going to stop at nothing to accomplish his goals. Then there was Taehyung. He on the other hand turned out to be a boy very confident in himself as a person, but perhaps not too sure of his abilities per say. Yet, he had dreams, very big ones at that, and admittedly he might have not known exactly how to get there but his desire to make them come true was as big as the dream itself.

They don’t seem to have much in common up to this point do they? Like, if there ever were a human representation of the concept of YingYang, it be them, no cap.

Even from an astrological point, don’t mind me an my interest in things of the sort  😬😬😬 not only do they seem to fit their descriptions, but they also just so happen to be each other’s opposite. Jimin is an Air Sign, and people with this element are known to be intellectual and communicative. They are experts in the ephemeral, the things of this world that lack physical form, and this is especially true of language and information. Taehyung is an Earth Sign and people with this element are known to be patient and practical. On a bad day: Just as Earth signs can be loyal, they can also be stubborn and inflexible. It's often their way or the highway .

In conclusion, regardless of whether you look at their factual past or their theoretical astrology, any kind of relationship between these two would seem impossible and even non-advisable. Yet, there they are being soulmates and here are some in the fandom scratching our heads, which is exactly the problem. They are here taking in superficial information regarding VMIN, rather than moving a couple of steps further and going there, where VMIN actually are, and take a closer look. If they did, they’d find out that in fact, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung share the same exact spiritual level. And what do I mean by this?

Tae and JM’s isn’t a simple story of “opposite attracts” because they actually also have so much in common. Both look for warmth and love in their relationships, they are indeed very tactile and in the same way respond well to being touched by those they love/care about. They like and seem to crave attention a touch more than all other members in the group, and admittedly, they have recalibrated this desire as they grew up. Both are not comfortable when those they care about are suffering, they have a need to reach out and try to “kiss it” better. This might have been very apparent to people lately with regards to Jimin They are both painfully shy, Tae simply has a better control of his facial expressions, but once that cracks, it is off to the nearest hiding point. Lastly, and this is very important in their friendship dynamic; they do whatever they want to do. Always this JM is more skillful in hiding. 

It is only fair to now take a look at the tangible parts of their personas which aren’t, or weren’t as I think they’ve actually grown out of some of them compatible. Jimin is actively aware of his surroundings and Tae isn’t, meaning that JM is more likely to quickly try and make a change in his situation if he doesn’t like it (help someone in need, cheat to win, etc …) and perhaps regret it later, but not really. Tae, who also has the same kind of awareness, is however a ponderer; do I have to do something? What will happen if I do something? Depending on his personal answer, and the situation at hand, he may or may not do something about it, and perhaps regret it later, but not really. The following, I feel like it applied to them as teens, their “possessiveness” towards things, or relationships, has always been to a point where JM would do his might best to latch on to whatever he wanted to “monopolise” until he did, whereas Tae, if he found out he couldn’t “monopolise” whatever, he would move on to the next thing he could. 

And it is exactly because they could understand each other on this level that their friendship has become so solid and further from reach that it’s understanding is also eluding the mind of many. Their friendship, in my opinion, has now exceeded the performative level, on every level, it is almost as if these two have unlocked the ultimate regular friendship goal, which has the dynamics of a non-celebrity strong-ass friendship. This is a friendship that right at its very core didn’t skip any step and has experienced it all, from euphoria for example, ANY and EVERY TIME they start acting like characters in their imaginary scenarios to tribulations arguments caused by thoughtless, resulting in insensitive, words or actions, particularly in their youth.

So then finally, if you piece all of the aforementioned together  a situation where the two of them had a completely different opinion, then one starts an action, the other has a reaction, they then stay put in their opinions for a bit but then one will eventually cave and the other will cave even harder as they soothe each other … isn’t too hard to imagine, is it?

In a way, if you think of them as their astrological signs. JM (air sign) has been that one person who has been able to understand and vibe with Tae’s quirkiness, helping him to elevate towards those heights he always dreamed of. And at the same Tae (earth sign) has kept Jimin grounded in moments when perhaps being up there in the air wasn’t it. In moments, when he perhaps needed someone who would be willing to very normally share a hug and/or a tear. 

As we all know, they both have separate friendship groups and are very involved with their respective ones, which also goes with the nature of their character; they will do what they want to do and this we know from videos, pictures they decided to share with us. But please, let’s not forget that Tae is the one person who has probably called JM the most, the one who has declared Jimin as his fav, the one thanks to whom Jimin's back is blessed with more moons. Let’s also not forget that Jimin has been around for Tae in moments of great loss, or that Tae is his forever teddy bear, and that Jimin can understand him just by looking into his eyes. They’ve gained each other’s trust and I’d like to believe that they also know how to protect and cherish it. 

Great. Now, let’s get back out here . BTS as a whole has really reached levels where performative actions are, yes, a fan-fav but they can, in all honesty, decide not to act up on them, like posting things on social media, fanservice, etc, it is really all to their discretion. So let me ask you? If you were either JM/Tae, in 2023, and had a problem with Tae/JM, which you wanted to solve, who would you address it to?: Tae/JM? Or your fans’? …

Whose words would ultimately provide you with the solution you are searching for? Tae/JM? Or your fans’? 

Always respectfully yours 💚💛

Marengo. 

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Leave Her Out Of This

This is a new Nick Amaro imagine from SVU, requested by a lovely anon. I loved this idea and I hope you will all like it. Any feedback is always lovely to get.

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Summary: Nick comes back to work but he can't contain himself when he finds his wife up on their board of victims. He won't have the team dragging up her past and upsetting her.

Enjoy.

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"Hey stranger, how are you?"

A tired smile formed on Nick's face when he sluggishly walked into the squad room, trying not to drag his feet behind him and act a little more human today.

"Better," He felt much better than he did last week when he went off sick. He had barely been able to keep his eyes open and when he started to run a fever, Olivia sent him home. They didn't need him collapsing on the job or crumbling behind his desk when he wasn't well.

It had been oddly strange for Nick to spend five full days at home with (Y/n) and not have to set an alarm or wake up to a phone call in the middle of the night asking him to come in. He didn't get one call or message or even a voicemail asking for his help or for him to come back and it was the weirdest feeling in the world. The team must have realised how run down he felt to not message him at all.

He didn't feel one hundred percent just yet, but he felt better than he had done and he was well enough to come back.

Spending a few days between the bed and the couch had done him a lot of good, and being with his wife just made him feel that much better.

As he approached his desk, Nick shrugged off his overcoat and draped it on the back of his chair. He didn't want to sit down just yet because he knew if he did, he wouldn't be likely to get up again. It was best for him to keep moving and keep busy to wake himself up.

"So, what have we got?" His hands fell to his hips and he took a sweeping look around, waiting for someone to tell him what the plans were. They had just finished up on a case last week when Nick went off sick. He didn't know if they had a new case yet, if they had a victim to talk to or if they had a big case building up that they needed to work on.

"We're building up an old case with three new victims. Come see what we've got, then we can head out and speak to the latest vic."

Amanda waved a file in the air towards Nick before she got up from her desk and beckoned him to follow her.

He had missed the beginning of this case opening back up, but he could jump in and help since they hadn't spoken to any of the latest victims yet. They needed the usual statements, witnesses, coroborating stories and alibis. It was going to be a busy few days around the station.

Nick could feel himself wishing he was back home already and he had barely been here two minutes. But he tried to push those feelings down as he followed Amanda past the desks and towards the back of the squad room where the computers and the crime boards were.

They had been busy.

"New vics on the right, old ones on the left. We're still searching for more potential vics."

"So, what's the case?" Nick leaned back and sat down on the edge of the table as his arms folded over his chest and he studied the new victims. They always had better chances with new victims, old ones had the statue of limitations hanging over their heads and memories could change and fade and warp. Details could be missed as well.

"Glad to see you back," Olivia commented as she approached the boards and started pointing. "Local parish priest, Jonathon. Three girls between ten and fifteen have come forward with allegations of abuse. Looking back, we've found six previous victims, Finn is still searching for any others. He takes them under his wing, gets them helping in church after school, then progresses to attack them repeatedly."

A wave of unease washed over Nick as he tried his best to listen to what Olivia was saying. But it was hard to concentrate when a familiar sense of knowing lingered in the back of his mind and he could feel his skin starting to prickle with goosebumps.

It was as if there was an invisible hand in front of him that reached through his chest and fisted around his heart when he dared to look over at the board on the left.

Oh God no.

No, that wasn't fair. This couldn't be right.

A subtle trembling set in over Nick's body and he found himself pushing off the table to take a few steps closer to the board he was now inspecting.

It was the same man. It was the same priest. The one Nick fortunately had never met, but had heard all about over the course of a decade. This was the man that Nick had envisioned countless times when he laid awake in the dead of night, unable to sleep or think or do anything but wonder what he was like and if he had been caught out.

"…Are you familiar with the old cases?" Olivia kept her voice quiet because it seemed like Nick was caught up in a trance he couldn't break out of.

He was stood right in front of the board of old victims, but it didn't make sense. Nick wasn't old enough to have been there to work on the old cases. If he was familiar with them, it would have to be due to a fairly recent victim or because he knew someone else who had worked on this case before.

Nick's fingers twitched at his sides and his right hand jerked up before he managed to control himself and drop his hands back to his sides. He let his hands clench into fists until his short nails were puncturing into his palms, creating deep crescent moons in the skin.

"Yeah… I… I need a coffee." He turned on his heels and backed away from the board before he did something he shouldn't.

He made his way through towards the cells and moved to the small kitchen at the side. He needed a coffee to wake up and calm himself down.

His wife was on that board.

Trembles set in through his hands when he tried to pour some fresh coffee into a takeaway cup. He spilt more on the side than he got in the cup and he added three sugars to try and settle his system and his nerves.

They had (Y/n)'s picture up on that board. They had gone raking through past cases and old reports and they had dug out (Y/n)'s file.

While he had been off, they had found the few reports (Y/n) had made when she was younger.

That was why Nick knew this case back to front, he knew what that priest was capable of because it had happened to his wife. Nick knew (Y/n) had made at least three separate reports to the police, but because her parents thought so highly of the priest and didn't believe her, nothing was done. (Y/n) had no evidence of abuse and the police wouldn't file charges or make an arrest on a man of God. Not unless they had solid evidence and more witnesses.

The other girls who came forward didn't have solid cases either. Nothing was done about it.

"So, what do you know about this case, anything we can use?"

Nick glared daggers down into his cup when he trailed back towards the table and heaved down into one of the chairs opposite the boards. He slouched back and crossed one leg over the other, but he couldn't stop staring up at that board.

(Y/n) looked so young. The picture had to be her when she was thirteen or fourteen. There was something in her eyes that made Nick's stomach churn. A desperate need to be listened to; they were made of glass that was splintering and about to break. The world was hidden within those eyes that had seen far too much for someone so young.

"He grooms them first… makes them feel comfortable, preys on any family issues. He usually makes them give confession before he tries anything, then he had a hold over them. Sick fucker."

His eyes stayed on the brown paper cup in his hand that was slowly burning into his skin, creating a delicious tension that made Nick feel calmer.

He knew what the priest did, from what (Y/n) said, his motives became very clear. He wormed his way into their lives and made sure he knew their friends and family and that everyone liked him enough to never believe any of these accusations. He made the girls feel vulnerable and like they would be defying God and going against everyone if they ever spoke out.

Nick couldn't help himself, he couldn't help but look up at that picture again. He wasn't used to seeing photos of (Y/n) from when she was younger, she didn't have many photos she liked that didn't plague her with bad memories. And after she left home and went to college where she met Nick, she cut off ties with her parents. They didn't support her, they didn't help her and whether or not a small part of them believed what she had gone through, they still did nothing about it.

(Y/n) didn't want to be around them anymore when they had let her down so badly.

"I want you both to go over the old victims with Finn, get new statements, any details we can use to make a new case. The statute of limitations may have run out, but some of these girls did make reports and file complaints and we can use those."

No!

No, they were not doing this. They were not going to victimise (Y/n) all over again and put her through that trauma. Nick wouldn't allow it.

No good would come of this, he had consoled too many victims who couldn't put the past behind them. He had talked to so many victims and all of them felt worse after re-living events like this. Getting justice may help, but the process to do that didn't. No one was doing this to his wife.

Nick wouldn't see (Y/n) tell her tale to more people when she had been through it before. She had talked to her parents. She had gone through every event with the police. She had relived it when she opened up to Nick about what she had been through. She wasn't doing that again.

"Amanda, I want you to start with-"

Olivia took a step away from the board and leaned back when Nick suddenly got up. He rounded the side of the table and before either of them could speak, he slammed his hand down on the board.

Nick snatched the picture of (Y/n) from the board, tearing a crease in the top left corner where it didn't come apart from the blue tac properly. His chest heaved and his shoulders strained against his shirt as he stared down at the picture he desperately wanted to tear up into pieces but couldn't. This wasn't the girl that Nick knew. This wasn't the woman he had fallen in love with, this was a piece of her past he had seem glimpses of but never ventured into.

This was the part of (Y/n) that she wanted to bury and forget and Nick would do absolutely anything in his power to do that for her.

He reached down and snatched the eraser on the bottom of the board and set a fast pace, scrubbing the black marker from the board. He wiped away his wife's maiden name, her date of birth and the dates of her attacks. He cleaned away the information about her allegations and what she had gone through.

He wiped the slate clean, wishing this could rebound into her life and smudge away her past so it never happened.

"We have five old victims, not six. You don't use this one."

Amanda leaned back in her seat and twirled her pen between her fingers. They had gone through all these victims and they all seemed credible. He couldn't just walk in and wipe them clean and demand no one talk to them or use their statements.

"Nick, we've got statements that coroborate her story, she's a good lead-"

"She's my wife."

Silence fell over the end of the squad room just as Finn walked through with a thin paper file in his hands. No one had anything to say to that. What were they supposed to say? What were they supposed to do now?

For a few more seconds, no one spoke. All eyes landed on Nick as he stood in front of the board, his short nails puncturing holes into the eraser in his hand. His biceps strained against his sleeves from how tense he was holding himself. The veins in his neck started to push out and come on display and his jaw ground down so deeply the muscles around his neck and chin began to flex.

"Nick, I'm so sorry." Olivia held her hands in front of her and started to move the ring around her finger. "You know the way this goes, we comb through old victims to find things to help put this man away. We can leave (Y/n) down to you, we won't go near her-"

"No, you won't. You don't get it, (Y/n) went through all of this and she didn't get help. It's too late for her now, she doesn't want anything to do with this so we get this guy with the victims and the evidence we do have. No one goes near my wife, don't even mention her in any part of this."

They couldn't force their way into (Y/n)'s life.

She was done with this. It was a decade ago and (Y/n) was trying to move on. Some victims couldn't move on unless they had closure, but (Y/n) didn't feel that way. She tried to get help, she moved on, she got her life together and she was finally somewhere that she was happy and proud and pleased with herself. No one was going to run in and ruin that for her.

Testifying or making statements and reliving everything was going to burden (Y/n) and make her feel down and drag her all the way back down when she had done so well putting herself back together. If they caught this guy, great, (Y/n) could rest easy knowing no one else would get hurt.

But at the end of the day, (Y/n) was a victim, she didn't have to think of anyone else. She had tried to help, she had done her part in this. They had her statements and her files, that was all they needed from her, talking to her wasn't going to help her.

"We've got five other victims, surely that's enough?" Amanda rolled her lips into a thin line and looked over at Olivia for confirmation.

If this was Amanda's significant other, she would feel the same way. She wouldn't want the team going to talk to her partner ot combing through their life to pick it apart and get them to retell their story. She would want her partner as far away from this mess as possible and Amanda could see where Nick was coming from.

Did they really need (Y/n) if they had the rest of these girls and their case would be built solidly around the new victims?

"Nick, are you sure this is what (Y/n) wants?"

"It took her months to open up to me, she doesn't want to keep living this nightmare. Liv… she's pregnant, you think stressing her out is a good idea right now? I know everything, whatever questions you have, I can answer. Leave her out of this."

His hand planted down on his hip, crushing his wife's picture against his trouser leg while his other hand moved to cup his chin. He scratched his nails down his jaw and rubbed until it felt like he was going to tear off a layer of skin.

This was what (Y/n) wanted, Nick knew that and he knew what would go through his wife's head when she found out about the investigation.

She would want nothing to do with this.

If they spoke to her about this, it would drag up all the past and send her spiralling down when she was finally back to a good place in her life. She wasn't having nightmares or sleepless nights anymore. She wasn't afraid to be around other people and she didn't flinch when in close contact with others.

Since the moment Nick met her back in college, he had done everything he could to help her. He moved at her pace, let her slowly open up to him over the course of almost eight months. They worked through things together, he had been there when she went to therapy and every part of her recovery, Nick had tried to be there by her side.

And (Y/n) was six and a half months pregnant now.

They were finally at a place in their lives where (Y/n) felt happy and able to start a family and have the life she always wanted. With Nick.

(Y/n) was even going to church with Nick and his family now. After everything she had gone through, she was going to church and keeping some of the little faith she had left. This case would set her back years in her recovery and when this went to trial, (Y/n) would undoubtedly be near her due date.

There was no chance in Hell that Nick would let Barba put his pregnant wife up on the stand and risk stressing her out and pushing her into labour.

It wasn't worth the risk.

***

Nick could feel all the energy draining out of him as he dragged his feet and plodded up the stairs. His fingers worked at the buttons on his sleeves and he rolled them up to his elbows as his chin tucked down into his chest and he sighed.

He could feel all the energy dwindling away from him like someone was draining him down to twenty percent. Less than a week back at work was draining him to his last reserves and he felt like he would be taking another week off sick as he still wasn't fully recovered yet.

He had shed his blazer jacket the moment he walked through the door and as he reached the top of the stairs, Nick undid the tie from his collar and whipped it off from around his neck.

"Carino?" He leaned in the bedroom and tossed his tie on the bed before he turned around and headed back into the hallway when he saw the room was empty.

A soft smile pulled at his tired lips when he noticed the light was on in the spare room.

When he poked his head around the door, he let his arms fold over his chest and he leaned his body into the door frame. One leg crossed over the other and his smile softened into something sweet as his eyes locked on his wife.

(Y/n) was sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the room with small piles of clothes surrounding her. Blankets stacked up near her right knee, onesies and vests in front of her and the few handmade boots she had made sat proudly in front of her legs.

"You've been busy," Nick's quiet comment caused (Y/n) to lift her head and when her eyes locked on him, she bit down no her lip, obscuring a charmingly sweet smile that made his heart melt.

She placed down the boots in her hand and ran her hands along her knees, but her heart sped up and she pressed her lips together tightly when she watched her husband. He seemed to grin down at her before something caught his eye and he tilted his head back. His eyes swept around the room a few times before his head turned to the left and he looked over the wall beside him.

"Have you painted again?" The sigh was visible in the way his chest puffed out then deflated. Nick moved away from the doorframe and took a few steps into the room so he could look up at the walls.

They had painted the first coat on the walls two days before he went off sick from work. They spent the next few days lounging around the house with Nick too tired and run down to do anything. And when he had gone back to work, he didn't think about the second coat of paint that the walls needed. The room was a very pale shade of grey that had hints of lilac mixed in. It was a neutral colour since they were keeping the gender a secret.

"Maybe," (Y/n) tilted her head down and shrugged when Nick huffed.

"And you thought it would be safe to get up on the ladder without me home? What if you fell?"

If she wanted to paint, Nick would of preferred (Y/n) just painted the part of the walls she could reach and leave the skirting edges at the ceiling for him to do. He didn't like the thought of her getting up on a ladder without him here, especially when she was home alone. If she fell or hurt herself or knocked herself out she wouldn't have a way to get help.

(Y/n) lifted her head when Nick crouched down in front of her, being mindful of the clothes she was trying to sort out and had piled around her like a circle of protection.

Her lips curved up and a shiver ran down her spine when his hand cupped her chin so he could plant a soft kiss on her lips.

"Sorry… I got the crib out too but I got a bit sidetracked." She let her eyes dance across to the side of the room before she looked back at Nick and gently traced her hand across his neck.

She could feel the growl that vibrated through his shirt and up his neck which made his jaw shudder. He leaned forward to steal another kiss before his eyes locked on the right side of the room. The crib should have been flat-packed and still in the box he had leant up against the wall. Instead, the instructions were on the floor beneath the window, the tool box was at the ready and all the pieces were set out into rows very neatly.

"You know that's my job, you should be resting."

He spoke against her lips, letting each word fan across her dark lips before he gave in to temptation and kissed her again, pulling her lower lip between his teeth. He didn't want (Y/n) doing everything and he didn't want her overworking herself when his back was turned and he left the house.

"Come on, I think you've earned a break." Nick moved his hands round until he was holding the back of (Y/n)'s elbows and he let her hands fall on his shoulders.

He slowly eased her up to her feet with him but his brows raised and his eyes widened when (Y/n) leaned forward. Her hands moved from his shoulders to wrap around his neck and her face buried forward in his chest near his collar bone.

A tender look crossed his face and his lips quirked into a sideways smile as (Y/n) leaned forward into him. He slid his hands down to her waist and planted his hands flat on her lower back with his arms pressing lovingly into her sides. Nick held her against his chest for a little while with his cheek pressed on the top of her head.

He began to sway them from side to side as if soft music was lulling in the background.

His hand moved to rub up and down her back and his other hand slid further down to cup her bum while he pressed his lips longingly to the top of her head. They stayed like that for another minute or more, but Nick could feel his smile starting to fade when (Y/n) didn't let him go.

She tightened her arms around his neck when he tried to lean back to look down at her.

"Carino… is everything okay?" The words vibrated through her hair and he pressed another kiss against her temple while his hand stopped against the middle of her back. His thumb began to glide up and down over the back of her shirt but he kept swaying them from side to side to try and keep the serenity around them.

"Did you see the news today?"

(Y/n)'s voice came out as quiet as a whisper on the wind but she didn't want to pull away. Not yet. She could feel the first few buttons of Nick's shirt were undone and she nuzzled her nose against his chest until she could rest her cheek against his bare skin, nudging his shirt out the way.

"No, we were driving round town all day doing interviews, why? What did it say?" Nick had been driving for the best part of his twelve hour shift and when he wasn't in the car, he was asking questions and taking down notes. Two out of the five previous victims they were talking to had refused to talk to them and clammed up when they arrived.

It hadn't been a very productive day and Nick was glad to be home. He didn't have time to watch the news.

"A reporter has confirmation that… that a priest in the area is under suspicion of sexual allegations… it's him."

(Y/n) kept her face buried into Nick's chest and she felt the sharp breath he took and how his stomach tensed and pulled inwards against her. His hand pressed down deeper into her back and he tilted his head so he could rest his chin on top of her hair.

As soon as she saw it on the news, (Y/n) hurriedly turned the tv off. She didn't dare turn it back on after that and when she did, she had gone straight to the movie channels so no news would pop up.

(Y/n) didn't want to listen or read whatever they were spouting. She didn't want to see his picture pop up on the screen and remind her of the nightmares she had tried to forget. She didn't need his face back in her memory when she had finally started to forget what he looked like and in her dreams, he appeared as a faceless blurr.

Nor did (Y/n) want to hear what he was accused of and hear how old the other girls were. She didn't need to be reminded that this predator was still out on the streets because no one had taken her seriously or listened to her as a teenager.

"The case landed on Liv's desk when I went off sick. I have to work the case and look into it." Nick knew he needed to tell (Y/n), but he thought he would have another few weeks before any reports got leaked and the media found out what and who they were investigating. He wanted to sit (Y/n) down and calmly tell her about this so she had some forwarning instead of finding out like this.

He felt the shudder than ran through her body and seemed to pass right into him. He could feel the sharp breaths she took but instead of pulling out of his arms, she held him tighter. (Y/n) unlocked her arms from his neck and slid her hands down so she could loop them beneath his arms and bound them tightly around his chest.

"Do I… Nick, I don't wanna…" Tears burned in the corners of (Y/n)'s eyes as she finally pulled back enough to look up at him.

Her chin pressed down into his chest so her head could tip back and stare up at her husband. She could see the emotions pooling deep in his brown eyes and his lips parted for a few seconds while he tried to think of something to say.

"Shh, carino it's okay. You don't have to do anything, I swear. You're not part of this investigation, no one will talk to you and you're not going anywhere near that trial when it starts."

His hand moved up from her bum and curled loosely around the back of her neck so he could lean down and smother his lips against her forehead. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin and the light trembling that settled in her bones. This is what he was afraid of. This is what Nick tried to tell the team. He knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand and he knew she wouldn't want any part of this.

"Really?" (Y/n) hated how much her voice wobbled and her nails dug into Nick's back when he replaced his lips with his temple against hers.

As soon as it came on the news, (Y/n) had fought hard not to go into a panic and she stopped herself from going down to the station to talk to Nick. She didn't want to bother him at work but to distract herself, she had spent the day in the nursery. The thought of their impending baby had been a great distraction to (Y/n), she painted the nursery, got the crib out into sections and started on the clothes.

(Y/n) didn't want to testify.

She didn't want to open up to anyone else about the torment she had gone through as a teen. She didn't want the sympathy looks she got from others and she didn't want the people her husband worked with to look at her like that or hear the gruesome details of her abuse.

It happened a long time ago and (Y/n) wanted to move on. She and Nick were happy, they were having a baby and starting their family together; this was the last thing they needed.

"Really. For you, this is over. That shit on the news has nothing to do with you Carino."

"Do they know?"

The pain in her voice was more than clear and it made Nick's lungs seize up. He wanted to tell her no. He wanted to say the team had no idea what she had gone through, but he could never lie to her.

None of their friends knew what (Y/n) had gone through and Nick's family only found out a few small details after they got engaged. While she had been his girlfriend, his family had no idea what she had gone through and all Nick disclosed to his parents and sister was that (Y/n) had gone through a degree of abuse as a teenager. He didn't say an specifics or who it had involved, when, where or how long for.

They knew the basics and only what they desperately needed to know. That was how they both wanted it to be.

(Y/n) leaned her head to the right when both Nick's hands moved to cup her face. His thumb swiped across her cheek and cleared away a tear that started to fall and he tipped her head down so he could press a longing kiss to her forehead.

"They had your name and the old reports. I took it down before they could look any further into it. As far as they're concerned, your name's been erased."

Nick was glad he got to the board before any of the team looked through all of (Y/n)'s case files and before they got to speak to her. As far as the team were concerned, when Nick scrubbed (Y/n)'s name off the board, he was erasing her from the entire investigation.

Olivia had agreed not to tell Barba that they had a sixth past victim. They hadn't told him that they had a victim who refused to speak to them, they hadn't told him Nick had a personal link to this investigation. As far as everyone else knew, (Y/n) wasn't involved in this, her name wouldn't come up. And now she was married to Nick, her last name was officially Amaro and had been for the last two years. She wasn't connected to this case anymore.

"You have nothing to worry about, carino. Okay?"

The small, tepid smile that graced (Y/n)'s lips was enough to calm her down and stop her from falling into floods of tears. She nodded her head in his hands and reached up to grip his wrists, as if silently telling him not to dare let go.

She pushed up on her toes and connected their lips, mumbling a quiet 'thank you' into his mouth which he swallowed up as he devoured her lips.

"Anything for you, carino."

[kingsmoot]

the homelander pr campaign is failing to outrun the widespread and widely coroborated rumors of kidnapping, rape, and torture of a noblewoman

[phoenix]

Back in high school, I spent a lot of time in the library (Shocker! I know.) and they had a series of books about folklore and magic and such, and they were kinda in that 'Time Life Mysteries of the Unknown" books.

In one of them, I remember coming across a bit of banshee folklore that according to some people, a banshee's scream could put some people to sleep for a very long time.

I have ALWAYS wanted to use this in a story as a means of sending a character to the future, a la Rip Van Winkle, except for one problem.

I've never been able to find the book again, or even any mention of any such folklore on the internet, because I both don't trust my memory to have gotten that 100% correctly, and I also want the coroboration, because that is such a little known bit of folklore, if I'm even remembering accurately!, that I want to be able to point at a source and say see! I'm not just pulling shit out of my ass!

And I know, it's my world, I can make shit up if I want, but I do also love using actual bits of folklore, the more obscure the better.

[commandtower-solring-go]

Dear essayists,

How do you draw on a piece of media as an example when my instinct tells me to coroborate it with more examples?

How to avoid an essay turning into a nested doll of examples?

Is this a feeling i should lean into?

[warrior-u-preservation]

I like to look at this blog bc nostalgia, thanks for what you’re doing :') also wanted to share that at some point when they asked for finn's and shad's singing voices hcs aisha said for Shad was "Bad Boy, Good Man" by tape five and for finn "baby don't dance" by mother mother, and i recall that bc ever since ive been a mother mother fan (not sure how to feel about that tbh) and the other one bc its so catchy and still in my playlists

Thanks for the love!

I can coroborate this since it's the reason I started listening to Mother Mother and I have that Tape Five song on my old mp3 player lol.

-mod myne

[emanuelstefancu]

Cal de cursă lungă

Copilul meu se răzvrătește pentru că nu are iubire, pentru că nu primește iubire, nu i se oferă iubire, căldură, emoție. Prin urmare, refuz să mă forțez, să depun eforturi, să mă doară pentru că deja mă doare. Așadar, mă retrag în lumea cea familiară în care regăsesc alinare. Nu este un sentiment la fel de puternic și delicios precum iubirea, dar e mai bine decât nimic și decât durere. Lumea mea familiară sunt jocurile. Jocurile de scurtă durată (League of Legends, Valorant, Custom maps on WC3). Prefer jocuri scurte deoarece consider că este echitabil timpul petrecut și energia consumată (fizică, emoțională și psihică) cu ceea ce obțin (sens, atenție, plăcere). Totodată, dacă nu iau decizii bune, repercursiunile nu sunt de lungă durată (întotdeauna pot începe alt meci). Pe când, un joc de lungă durată necesită implicare, responsabilitate în acțiuni, dedicare; coroborate cu nesiguranța unui succes, nu pare a fi o alegere echitabilă. Mai mult de atât, un joc de lungă durată te schimbă. Și mi-e frică să mă schimb. La fel și în viață.

6 Iunie 2022

[arre-yaar]

pov you thought you finally found a good paper for evidence that coroborates your ideas but its just. the paper you were fucking wriuting so now wheres that gap in the literature was bridgindg

[jeannahas]

Hardfought - Part II

|Recording found inside abandoned building, placed precisely in the center of wooden chair, in the middle of a seemingly empty room - casset tape of old design, but functional|

:Recording begins:

Hardfought: Ah - and who might you be? ( Sound of cup being set down) The Mate Isn't ready yet- if you want some.

M1: You seem oddly trusting, for a supervillain. Is overconfidence a disease?

Hardfought: (Chuckles) Ah - so I've officially be classified as a supervillain? That propaganda machine worked quickly. You a reporter?

M1: Well, yes. I suppose I am.

Hardfought: Hm. Take a seat then. I don't have any quarrel with you, not yet at least ( sipping)

A chair slides, and the reporter sits down, taking out a set of papers, and clicking a pen.

M1: You were hard to find.

Hardfought: I should hope so - you know very well who's after me. How's firefight recovering by the way?

M1: Why do you care? You practically blinded him!

Hardfought: What? he tried to melt a hole in my chest. What did you want me to do? Sit there and take it?

M1: There are a lot of stories about you these days - dropping out of the sky and killing people, before leaving in a mass of carnage.

Hardfought: Probably exaggerated somewhat. I do have my targets though - it's a long list.

M1: What do you mean?

Hardfought pauses for a long time, and the sound of a chair sliding on tile floor is heard, Hardfought sits, and appears pensive for some time. A cup is set on the table next to the chairs.

Hardfought: How long do you have?

M1: Pardon?

Hardfought: You seem decent, and sincere enough. How much time do you have? Anyone following you in? Are you wired?

M1: Wired? Not that I know of.

Hardfought nods.

Hardfought: Cool, I'll give you till we run out of Mate then. Then I'll have to move on.

M1: You know that I'll be reporting your location right?

Hardfought: Not until you get your story. It's not very long. You going to ask questions? We really don't have all day.

M1: (sips) Hm. Oddly sweet. Ah, yes. what led to your spiral?

Hardfought: A list. extracted from the scum of the earth -at great duress I might add.

M1: A list of what?

Hardfought: Names. A larger conspiracy. Senators, low level officials, a number of people in the superhuman department. I have no reason to doubt those names.

M1: Wait, so you've been targeting these people off of this list you got from a supervillain? How do you know they weren't just innocent people he wanted you to target? To kill so that you'd end up doing evil instead of good?

(sipping)

Hardfought: Surprisingly good question. I start with the obvious ones. Those with hidden connections - convictions. occasionally my targets offer up someone else in a desperate bid to survive. Usually their information coroborates my list.

M1: Wait- is that why you've targeted supervillains as well? Everyone thought that you just had lost your mind - you've killed supers and normals with equal predjudice- some superheroes too.

Hardfougt ( Snorts) : In name perhaps. Rotten to the core, the ones that I got to. There are bound to be more of them.

M1: So you see yourself as an antihero then? Doing what the heroes won't?

Hardfought pauses, takes along sip.

Hardfought: I don't really know that I deserve to have the name hero in my name anymore, if I'm being honest. My title serves me fine. I fight, and each fought is hard won. each victory slightly phyrric, slightly pointless and hollow. But still a victory. I wonder where I fall now though. How close am I to what I hunt? What can I do to avoid becoming as heartless as they are?

M1: I don't know - a surprising number of people are applauding your assassination of multiple multi-billionaires.

Hardfought: Multiple? Ah - I suppose some of them had to be - I only know of one for sure - I targeted the others for things they had done. Human trafficking, under the table murders, so on and so forth.

M1: Some are calling you the Iron Avenger- or the Iron Justice.

Hardfought: Hm. Vengance, perhaps. A necesity - I don't know about justice though. Seems to noble for what I've had to become.

M1: Can you tell me about it?

Hardfought: Of course - you need a line, somewhere, you need a line in the sand you won't cross, and you need hills that you can die on - things to defend, things you will always do and will never do. Imagine that you could snap your fingers, and kill everyone who has ever murdered someone - would you?

M1: Well, yeah, of course.

Hardfought: Here's the problem, and how it applies to me - in that moment, in which you avenge all of their victims, in which you kill every murderer, are you also a murderer? They had no chance to fight you, the death was clearly pre-meditated. Some of them maybe have reformed, a lot hadn't, some were probable in the middle of murdering someone. But are you now a murderer? Where is the line where defense becomes vengeance, becomes murder? Would you then die as well?

( Silence)

M1: Damn. I would hope not.

Hardfought: Same. I bein to suspect that there won't be a peaceful resolution to my work for me.

M1: So you see yourself as that force of nature, erasing the murderers from the world?

Hardfought: Those I can. I told another men some people are like a cancer, killing society from the inside. I've purged a few of them, killed a few dictators, killed a couple who rose up to take their place. But I haven't done so unscathed. I've had to reveal emergency abilities, I've had to resort to last ditch measures to make it out, and I've faced more superheroes and villains than I ever would have thought possible. I even had to destroy a lab in Kansas where they were trying to clone me. God that was awful.

M1: Seeing how things have turned out, would you still make the decisions you did? To turn back on the agency, to start on your witchhunt?

Hardfought: People could learn from you -direct questions, asking what you want to know. Not a witch hunt. Just punishing crimes that never were intended to make it to the public eye.

M1: you beheaded the Vice President.

Hardfought (dismissive) : He owned slaves. Killed a few. Involved in human trafficking.

M1 ( sighs): So you feel you are justified?

Long Pause.

Hardfought: I hope I am justified, as we all do. I have decided that I possess the ability to take extreme action. I recognize that If I go to far, then I'll just become the tyrant I am trying to remove from the world, and will become no better than those I hunt, and will be worthy of extermination in my own right- might already be.

M1: Which one was the hardest for you?

Hardfought: Emotionally? Anyone on my list is already forfeight. I have the evidence I need. However - any time I slip up - any time I mess up and my weapons, my abilities, or those of my enemies kill others ? I feel each of those like a knife in my soul.

(Silence)

Hardfought: It's hard, watching the news, seeing how they paint me. Makes me doubt myself a lot. But. I still think that if I could snap my fingers and kill every murderer, I would do it.

M1: Even if it killed you too?

Hardfought ( pauses, takes a long sip): Even if it killed me too, even If I was swept up in the hellfire... the world would be so much of a safer place. Cities cleansed of only the killers. No need to worry about someone murdering you, because the murderer is already dead. A respite, a breather before someone starts again. How long would that peace last? I don't know. Maybe there's a super somewhere with a power like that- they sure aren't using it though, and that 's definitely not one that I possess. innocents would be spared - another thing that I can't do no matter how I try - how hard I try only to remove the worthy, the worst that humanity has to offer. I've lost count of the CEOs, the corrupt government officials, the generals, the plantation owners, the supervillains and cartels. I've lost track of the numberless faces who I've had to deal with so far.

Idealy, you would phrase a wish like that not to include yourself, so you could include the fruits of your labors- killing all human traffickers, for example. I've never done that. A large evil removed - smaller impact, but still important. But, even If I could only kill all killers....yes. I think I would.

I miss peace - the peace of ignorance - but I can't rest until we have actual, lasting peace.

M1: So you will keep killing?

Hardfought: To spare the world the pain of bending under the weight of corruption, death, and sheer heartless abuse?

For now. Yes.

Well, the Mate is gone. I'll be moving on. Have a good day.

|Recording Ends.|

1.01

The reporter was found bound and gagged in a closet in the same building, largely unharmed, but startled. He refused to comment. He has had his memory of the encounter erased by Tabulas. He has been returned to his workplace. He will be monitored.

He did mention that Hardfought bled when stabbed. He did not have armor on. This information is pertinent, and has been forwarded on to the counsel.

1.02

Apparently a copy of the recording was left at the reporters workplace before we found the recording and the reporter- the recording has been disseminated- public opinion wavering. This may be problematic.

1.03

Our controlled news outlets publishing edited version of events- not perfect, but a large number of obedient individuals are buying in. No sign of activity from Hardfought for three days.

1.04

Printed papers of the reporters notes- not found in the initial search - found published in numerous outlets. Immediate action from the propaganda devision advised. US government under scrutiny from multiple nations due to released data and information. Send in Nightshade.

[emtmercy]

My immediate boss quit the factory we used to work for and started her own local sewing business and I started there this week it’s lovely so far

Completely opposite vibes to the place we both used to work and so far all women

[mytheoristavenue]

I’m IN LOVE with the sundrop 🍋 you wrote. If you’re still taking reqs (feel free to delete this if you aren’t!) could you do a continuation of it where moon wakes up the reader because he’s jealous that sun has the fun and he didn’t get to experience it too?

Of course! I was actually planning on making a part two, so here you go!

FNAF SB Moondrop x Reader 🍋 - Naughty, Naughty.

This is a sequal to FNAF SB Sunnydrop x Reader 🍋 - Trouble.

Moon decides to teach you a lesson after you gave Sun so much attention last night.

Warnings: This oneshot contains graphic scenes of sexual content involving Moondrop, from Five Nights At Freddy’s Security Breach.

“Oh, Starlight? Wake up, my dear.” A mechanical whisper peirced through the air in the small backstage pillow fort that Sunny had fallen asleep with you in. Your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the change in lighting, caused by the little bit of unatural lighting from the main floor of the daycare that peaked through the crack in the curtains,

“Sunny...is that you?” You asked groggily, rubbing sleepiness from your eyes as you propped yourself, your palm burried into the pile of velvet pillows. 

“Not entirely.” A dark chuckle emanated from the darkness of the small room. “Not right now, at least.”

Exhaustion clouded your brain as you tried to wrap your mind around the stranger that had replaced your new boyfriend. Suddenly, a glint from the corner caught your eye. Upon further investigation, it revealed itself to be the shine of a black chord, which was connected to the wall, and lead further into the shadows. Suddenly, it clicked in your brain that whatever lurked before you was attached to the chord. With quick thinking, you rolled over, yanking the chord, thinking that it would propel the stranger toward you, and you’d be able to identify them.

In reality, your grand action resulted in a deep clicking sound, and the tention of your weight against the chord was released, sending you back into the cushions, holding the now unplugged end of the chord. This, you realized was the same chord that Sunny had plugged into his back just a bit ago. That could only mean...

“M-Moon?” you spoke, unnerved, and nervous for your safety. As if on que, a pair of red lights instantly illuminated themselves, blanketing you in a crimson filter. 

“That’s right, Starlight. Such a smart girl.” the voice coroborated your theory, inching closer, bells jingling with every step. After a few long seconds, you were aware that Moon had reached you and you heard the zoom of his telespopic neck bringing the plate of his face closer to yours. The way the red lights seemed to grow ever nearer seemed to prove that notion correct. 

“Moon, you’re scaring me a bit...” you whispered, trying your best to scoot away from him. 

“You and I have something discuss, Starlight.” He chuckled darkly, placing both of his hands on either of your knees.

“W-What is it...?” you asked hesitently.

“What is it that peaks your interest about Sun?” He asked, his face making a slow rotation with his query. “What about him makes you tick?”

You blinked a bit. His was Moon’s big question? “W-Well...He’s just nice and-”

“What gave you the idea to have sex with him?” He clearified. You honestly had no answer that you could come up with. You never understood how Sun and Moon were able to function with two seperate AIs in the same body, but you shouldv’e realized sooner that they’d share the same memories and experiences. “Let me rephrase, what do I lack?”

You were a bit taken aback, was Moon...jealous? Surely not. “W-Well...” You struggled to find a gentle way of explaining your actions. “I don’t think there’s anything specifically that you don’t have...I didn’t plan to have sex with him, it just happened. Actually, he kind of started it.”

Moon accepted your answer and thought the information over before coming to a conclusion. Almost instantly, he tore your knees away from eachother, forcing a cold gush of air against your bare bits, reminding you that you’d still been naken from your previous session with Sunny. “In that case,” he began. “I guess it’s my turn.”

Without warning, Moon slipped a digit into your core, tickling your sensitive cavern. You had no control over your reaction, crying out with a pleasured gasp. “M-Moon! Y-You can’t just-” you tried to protest, wanting him to understand that he needed your permission, but you falied to string a full sentence together. At this point, you’d have to convice yourself you wanted to stop before you could convince him. “Y-You need to ask before you just start fingering someone...”

A robotic chuckle lifted into the air as you began to feel a second digit pressing against your entrance while the first kept a steady ‘come here’ pattern. “My apologies, Starlight. Do I have your permission to continue? May I have my way with you, Darling?” The way his words rolled off the tongue and rang in your ear made it impossible to answer with words. Instead, a desperate moan poured into the atmosphere. Moon too this as permission granted, as he slowly worked his second finger into your core, stretching you further. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes.’”

Slowly, as Moon put in work against your lower half, your hands crept up to hide your face, letting you peak out at him from a crack between your right ring and pinkie finger. He seemed to take amusment at this, chuckling darkly. “Shy, are we?” You nodded a bit. In response, simply to get a rise out of you, without warning, he slipped a third digit into you, pumping into you slowly, each finger crawling up to your g-spot, and tickling against it before fully pulling out and starting the cycle anew. In addition to his, his free hand began walking up your torso, his index and middle making for legs. When his hand finally found your cheek, he cupped it, before shoving his thumb between your jaws.

All the intense pleasure, in addition to the gag in your teeth was beginning to push you over the edge, forcing a gutteral scream to rise up out of your throat. “Do you even hear yourself?” Moon asked, a smirk in his voicebox. “Honestly, you sound pitiful.”

Just as you began to become accustomed to the overwhelming amount of pleasured Moon had upon you, you felt an intense, and wonderful pressure against your clit, making you scream out. Without giving you a chance to adjust, he began a pattern of rough circles against your most sensitive point.

“A-Ah, ah, ah! Ugh, Moon....” you cried, shoving your head back and pelvis up as you felt yourself beginning to become undone. “I-I’m gonna cum, I-I-”

“What are you waiting for, Starlight? Cum all over my hands, my dear.” With his words, you felt your knot of pleasure snap and untangle itself in the form of a blood curttling scream and the steady trickle of fluid spilling form your core. “My, my, Darling. You’ve made such a mess, very naughty.” Moon cuckled darkly, sliding his fingers out of you and trailing them up your torso and throat, before wiping them across your face, and finally shoving them into your agape mouth.

Moon wasted no time in letting you come down from your high, forcefully lifting you up before flipping you ontop your knees. You huffed, holding yourself up against the pillows by your palms. “M-Moon-” before you could even ask what he had planned, he took the back of your head into his left palm, forcing it down against the cusions. 

Almost immediately, you felt the tip of a fimiliarlly shaped object prod at your entrace, threatening to thrust into you without mercy. Your breath hitched as you patiently waiting to be filled up with whatever Moon had to offer. After nearly a minute of silence and waiting, you gathered the courage to ask what was keeping him. “M-Mooon? What are you waiting for?”

“Beg.” he commanded.

“What?” you asked 

“You heard me. Beg me to fuck your pretty little brains out, Starlight.”

Humiliation washed over you as all your built up confidence diminished. “Please...?” You mumbled, your voice subdued by the velvet pillows.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, dear.”

“P-Please fuck me, Moon...”

“I don’t think you want me to rail your cute little pussy, Darling. It sure doesn’t sound like it.”

Finally, you mustered enough gall to scream out with your need. “God, Moon, please just fuck me already!”

Moon chuckled darkly, gripping your hips as tightly as he could without actually hurting you. “That sounds more like it.” He took a good starting position before slamming into your dripping wet core, burrying himself as deep into your as possible. You let go of a bloody scream, pushing your sweet sounds straight into the crushed velvet fabric of the cushion your face was being held to. Moon began following his initial enetry with a string of rough, fast paced thrusts, forcing you further down as your back arches in submission.

Robotic groans spill into the air to collide with your muffled screams of pleasure, making for a wonderful orchestra of gratification. Occassionally, Moon would utter degrating words of praise, to go with your muffled begging for more.“Oh, Starlight, your sooo good at taking my cock. You love a brutal fucking, don’t you Darling?”

“Oh fuck...please. Give me more, give me more, give me more...”

After several minutes of a rutheless pounding, you once again begin to feel a firmilar knot begin for ball up in the pit of your stomach. Likewise, the circits within the motherboard at the heart of Moon’s artificial intelligence began to fire off in odd patterns he’d never eperienced before. As he continued to slam in to you with everything he could offer, the power providing him with the ability to carry out his actions increased, to almost an overwhelming degree. 

At the height of this power surge, his thrusts, you’d noticed, had become much sloppier, but much faster in speed. Finally, with a final thrust, a fantastic electrical shock shot from his ’brain’ to the tip of his appendage, and conducted directly into your g-spot, giving you both a breathtakingly wonderful electrocution. The elctric current of Moon’s orgasm was the perfect amount of pleasure you needed to fill your cup, and run it over with excess, bring your to a screaming end. 

Your hips faltered a bit, the growing sensitivity of your core needing to be rid of the irritation that his cock provided, before he finally pulled out of you, hovering over you with what little power he still had. You lazily rolled over to look up to him, smiling shyly.

“That was divine, Starlight.” He mumbled, low on energy. Falling to the pile next to oyu, he reached over to the power chord, pluggin himself in. “Now then, come here, Darling.” he smiled, pulling you close beofre going into sleep mode.

“Goodnight, Moon. I’m sorry I made you feel bad.” you whispered, nuzzled up to your new boyfriend.

“You’ve more than made up for it, love. Goodnight.”

[marengogo]

CORONA BOREALIS: WonderBoy & The Wanderer [NamKook]

album on repeat - by Frank Ocean  [channel ORANGE]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

–🐺–🐺–🐺–

In order to write anything I write, as educatedly as possible, I need to ask myself questions and look for reliable answers, which is one of the many reasons why it usually takes me forever to post certain things (the other reason is that I’m just trying to “live life” and as I’m sure y’all know, sometimes: it’s exhausting). In the instances in which I don’t have a clear answer, I try to use the information that I know/have and try my darn best to make an educated guess, of  course, making you aware of it being such, and/or just try and speculate/imagine what could have happened and right about now, You must be thinking; “why is she telling us this?” …

Because this, Jungkook & Namoon’s, is a very rare, very memorable and very cute; What are the chances?! type of story. So as an empath might be easier for me, as I do the whole putting myself in people’s shoes a bit too much for my own mental health, but at times, like in this case, I don’t mind and I would like you all to take a big breath, clear your mind and start imagining with me.

Now, I’ve tried my best to find the correct timeline in which this series of events happened, but it all starts getting a bit confusing and lost in its own multiverse of madness as it would appear that JK auditioned for Superstar K3 in May 2011 and supposedly got into BTS April 2011 … so … I gave up trying to figure that out BUT what we know for sure is that at some point, within this “multiverse” a 14 year old Jeon Jungkook was so awestruck by a 17 year old Kim Namjoon and we know that he decided to sign with BigHit merely for a chance to maybe one day even just being able to talk to him as they would be part of the same label. That’s the mindset with which he entered BigHit, little did he know that eventually they would end up being together in the same team.

And this is where I need you to imagine, think about all 7 of them, or your bias, or any other singer, or person you admire in a field/profession you would like to pursue. Now, imagine not only getting to work in the company where this person is, but you getting to actually be assigned to work together. How do you think a young Jungkook felt? I apologise if I seem to be stressing this a lot but I strongly believe that most people do underestimate the impact that such a course of events might have had on JK. 

If you ask me, the reason why JK seems to be so happily ready to, for example, take pictures with fans, sign autographs and just be the exquisite person he is with ARMY and just fans in general, is exactly because he once was a fan himself and I he was (probably still is) lucky enough to get the most out of his “fanboying experience”. At some point, at the very beginning, JK might have had a bit of a puppy-crush for this amazing man (I mean I know I had at first getting into BTS, Namjoon was my initial bias …) but what Kim Namjoon ended up becoming to Jeon Jungkook is a role model, a brother, a friend and ultimately an alley.

At the same time, let’s imagine a 17 year old Kim Namjoon, having a 14 year old Jeon Jungkook, whom not only was supposedly going to be the one carrying their team vocally, as a lead vocalist, but also apparently had no qualms in letting him know that he looked up to him: NO PRESSURE. I can only imagine the thoughts that must have ran through his head from the moment they first met, which was strong to say the least (as Namjoon was in his underwear on the very first time they met, when Jungkook got into the dorm 😬) to the second he realised that his wasn’t just any ordinary kid. Namjoon realised pretty quickly that Jungkook literally put the extra in extraordinary and this was the kid that looked up to him. Once again: NO PRESSURE.

Let’s keep riding down this “what are the chances” Train and point out how they are both Virgos, 11 days apart at that. … There seems to be something about Virgos. Or maybe, there is something about these two particular Virgos. I have two of very important people in my life who are Virgo and where I would trust them with extremely hard and complicated decisions, I couldn’t for example trust them with easier and far less complex one, because Virgo are very practical in an almost annoying way; but I digress 😬. This particular pair of Virgos are such a perfect match emotionally and practically, it is almost unbelievable!

I know many may not see this at all but the truth is that Jeon Jungkook and Kim Namjoon are so freaking similar. “Similar?! How?!”, well, for one, they have a very firm and distinct concept of SELF. They may not think they are the people they wish they could be just yet (... will they ever? …), but they know exactly who they want to be and their ideal selves are plenty alike. For example, Namjoon is very known for his high intellect, JK on various occasions has expressed and tried to pursue being intellectually smarter. 

In the same way, to Jungkook’s dismay (LOL), he does being cute very effortlessly and successfully, Namjoon also is very cute, not sure maybe have clued in on this, but because of the person he has built for himself, it comes out as being contrasting and though he actually is naturally very soft he is not able to express as smoothly.  

In a very platonic and poetic way, they “complete” each other. They are both not so talkative but give them a topic they are fairly knowledgeable about (this is a huge territory for RM) or something they love and they will talk to no end. They are both very prone to tear up as well, I’m sure we all know about JK, but trust me when I tell you, Joon is also very easy to tear up. They are also both prone to share their musical discoveries amongst which are several queer songs and artists.

Honestly, JK couldn’t have wished for a better person to look up to and Joon couldn’t have asked for a better person to dote on. It’s funny because, even at their very core, they are also so similar. Even with One being this young man who can apparently do everything (hence WonderBoy) and the other being constantly on a search to better himself (hence Wanderer) they both have no idea when and how to stop, even though, as I mentioned, they know where they want to be; how complex is that?!

Ultimately, even though they might not hang out as much as the rest, they have a very deep understanding of each other and with each other and though there might have been a little period of healthy rivalry (from JK) and hovering concern (from RM) their thoughts and person are actually perfectly in sync.

https://twitter.com/cadburyggukie_/status/1417035162672525319

I really love these 2.

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

[mafaldaknows]

Just read on one of the Armie support blogs about the disgusting claim by some zenblonde that "you're more likely to be struck by lightning than to be falsely accused of rape" . Lemme share an experience from my own surrounding...

3 years ago, one of my juniors got accused of rape by his fellow classmate. He was smart & had one of the best scores in his batch. He wasn't famous or anything, just a good student. The girl, his accuser, was once rejected by him when she asked him for his notes that led to her failing that particular term. She was so pissed that she started harassing him by sending hateful messages & spreading rumours about him around the college. And when that didn't affect him, she accused him of rape to destroy his career. At that time all those fake stories, rumours & her friends coroborating her stories led us to believe her. That boy's parents were harassed & soon it created a sensation. The boy was bullied everywhere, was suspended & at the end he committed suicide by jumping off his hostel roof. I still remember that day so vividly, his parents wailing, all those police & after finding the truth when I realised how we all were infact bullying that boy, simply because we were "standing by women & victims". I was infact one of those who bullied that guy online, because I thought that guy had every reason to hurt that girl but when the truth was finally out, I was devastated. I took a leave of 2 weeks because everything felt gloomy, I felt like a murderer myself.

I still feel nauseous everytime I think about that & it crushes my soul that I could've chosen to not go with the majority. I could've chosen not to bully that guy even if not supporting him. I'm not claiming to be a good person at all, what I did I can never undo it but atleast I can try to have a neutral view from now on. I encourage everyone to not fall for the crowd. Please wait till the truth is out. Don't do something that you all might regret later.

Hello, Anon:

My heart breaks for this young man and the loved ones he left behind.

I’m heartbroken for the fact that this is the world we live in now.

Replacing an admittedly long-standing misogyny with vicious, wanton, vindictive misandry only compounds the real issue, and merely replaces one problem for another, with the same final consequence of innocent people being sacrificed, only this time, for social justice warrior hashtag causes, in the name of likes and subscribers on various social media platforms.

We cannot now dare to question any women who makes a claim of rape or sexual assault against a man, lest we seem insensitive to the plight of her sisters who came before her and who were not believed, even if the accuser herself is lying through her teeth in order to capitalize on that particular mindset, to get away with whatever duplicity or crimes she chooses to perpetrate, in this case, ostensibly, murder.

It seems that rather than merely providing opportunities for deeper understanding of each other, social media has also magnified the capacity for human beings to spread ugly rumors, lies, and pernicious beliefs to each other, with astonishing speed, and on a global scale. The potentially harmful bandwagon effect of “influencers” with regard to hashtag social movements, especially, even those that fly in the face of reason, logic, truth and decency, cannot be minimized or dismissed.

The sad news you shared is but one of many examples in which hyper-vigilant extremists have commandeered and perverted a valid and necessary social movement, and bent it to their will, with tragic consequences for innocent people.

We have no hope of advancement as a civil society by demanding equal rights under the law for women, without also demanding to maintain them for all people, regardless of gender. Denying the same rights to others that you demand for yourself is not justice, it’s hypocrisy.

When once it was assumed that women lied and men told the truth, it seems that the tables have turned, and with an unreasonable vengeance. But the truth is immutable, regardless of whom screams the loudest to drown out innocent voices in order to be believed.

We must learn, and teach others by our example, how to be better educated, responsible consumers and creators of media, if we wish to regain some semblance of sanity and compassion on the internet. We are better than this.

Thank you for your comment. 😔❤️🧿

[windyskyes]

Yo imagine when Izuku is still staying with them before he runs, he tells Shiggy about his internship with Nighteye during small talk, and it’s going fine, until Izuku mentions that Nighteye kiiinnd of only hired him to lower and cripple his self esteem and to guilt him into doing something he didn’t want to do. When shiggy’s all “>;(“

BREAKING NEWS!!

The wanted and highly dangerous criminal known as Shigaraki Tomura has been spotted at a private cemetery in Tokyo. He and a few other known coroborators were seen standing around the grave of the deceased hero known as Nighteye, and witnesses say they seemed to be taking turns spitting and urinated on the grave. They then vacated the area before authorities could arrive, and remain at large. If you have any information on these villains’ whereabouts, please contact your local authorities.

Was this revolting act of disrespect meant to be an insult to All Might, who had once taken Nighteye on as a sidekick? Or was this meant to be a spit in the eye of heroes everywhere? Stay tuned as we speak with the experts.

[arhitectul]

pentru ea

am început să scriu orbește

fără vreo temă, sau vreun cuvânt impus

și am umplut câteva foi realizând apoi

ca nu sunt de ajuns. Așa că am mai scris

pe pereți, pe asfalt, pe cearșafurile albe

cuvinte dezmembrate, pierdute în jumătate de întuneric,

extrase dintr-un univers de gânduri coroborate cu emoții desprinse de pe învelișul

inimii

@arhitectul

[detachableteacher]

I decided to split the chapter

“Guys! What happened?!” I see the three students, pretty much beat up for some reason. 

Renji has his broken glasses on his pocket, Michio has scars that look like he tried to fight back, and Kyotaro is in the worst state, with the blood from his wounds staining his uniform. None of the injuries seem brutal but they’re in really bad shape.

“We were blindsided,” Michio speaks up. “Can you help us?”

“Of course, come, I’ll patch you up.” And I ask them to follow me to the door of the supermarket, making them wait outside to avoid making a scene. I quickly get some bandages and betadine, rush back to my students with the goods and little by little bandage every wound and bruise they got. “There, now let’s talk about this.”

“Thanks, sensei.” Renji winces a bit from the betadine but manages a smile.

“It’s nothing. What happened to you three?” We start walking to the park.

“We were about to go home,” Renji starts to answer. “Then suddenly these guys ambushed us.”

"What did you do to deserve this?”

“Remember that student Kyotaro had a run-in with?”

“Yeah.”

“He was part of a group in school, if I could say it like that.”

I look at Kyotaro, who hasn’t moved a bit. “Is it the one on the classroom next door?”

Renji nods. “That same one you went to. After all that we didn’t hear anything from anyone about them, then this happened, they approached us and let out.”

“Then they left?”

“Yeah. Kyotaro was badly hurt, so Michio and I helped him up and we were heading to the closest place we can get help, then I saw you.”

“Good thing none of your injuries are too serious. If they had any weapons that would be a different story. Are they Amakusa students, too?”

They all nod. Kyotaro finally speaks, “No way I’d let them lord over us.”

We don’t know how respond to that, but I try. “You sure do care about your friends.”

“They’re my only friends.” I turn to him as he talks. “I’ll hate myself if I can’t stand up for them, for us.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“Of course there’s nothing fun with being pushed around. I won’t have any of it, sensei.”

And idea sprung up in my head. I ask. “You think this won’t be the last time?”

“Of course not, why are you asking?”

“I have something planned, I think.” He turns to me. “Don’t get too excited, no one gets hurt.”

“What’s it going to be then?”

“I’ll try to make a case, with the help of a few other students, of course. I bet the case against them will be stronger if they get caught.”

“Sounds great, sensei!” Renji exclaims. “How would you do it, though?”

I spitball whatever little plan I have written in my mind to them. “We’ll have to keep watch, or this this a regular thing?”

“They just do it whenever they feel like it.”

“If that’s the case, this might take a while, but we’ll get them eventually.”

“Are you sure, sensei?”

I nod. “I’ll make sure it gets done.”

“Thanks.”

After a short pause, now that the air is less tense, Kyotaro asks, probably after looking at me a bit longer than usual. “Sensei, are you really wearing earrings?”

“These?” I take them out and show them to him up close. “Yeah, I’ve had these for quite a while now.”

“I’ve always wanted to wear an earring, but mom and dad don’t want me to.”

“Once you’re old enough, you can have them pierced, I didn’t have these earrings planned, actually. I lost a bet in college and had to get my ears pierced.”

“Oh, I expected something more awesome.”

“People get tattoos and piercings just for the heck of it, even stupid reasons count. Besides, what you should do for now is recover. Are your houses near here?”

“Yeah, sensei, we can manage our way home.”

“Alright, I should head home. You sure you can handle yourselves on your way home?”

“We’ll be okay, sensei.” Kyotaro nods at me with a slight smile.

“See you in class, then, stay safe.”

We wave goodbye and I get up, walking back to my apartment, finally making the dinner I went outside for in the first place.

-----

The next day arrives, just like any other. I guess they didn’t talk much about what happened yesterday, and other than the bandages they’re going about as usual as if they simply tripped on the sidewalk.

On my way to get coffee, Yu strikes up a conversation. “Good morning, Jun! Saw you buying groceries last night.”

“Didn’t notice you, I was focusing more on buying my things.”

“Have you heard about what happened to Yamaguchi and his pals?”

I act dumb, not sure how to react. “What happened?”

“Fistfight, really bad. Good thing someone helped out.”

I give him a stern look. “Were you...”

“Don’t look at me like that! I just saw those three while I was eating at the new restaurant.” From surprised, he gets questioning. “Wait, do you know anything about this that I don’t?”

“Yeah, they saw me on my way home, helped them patch up.”

“They told you what happened to them?”

“Their wounds would’ve told me, but they did.”

“Did they tell you who did it?”

“Yeah, apparently that other student had a posse at hand.”

Yu pulls out his cellphone. “I have some idea.”

“Who?”

“Check these out.” He shows a videos of fistfighting. “One of my students sent me these, and there’s always the same group in every case.”

“Are they from the higher classes?” None of these faces look familiar to me.

“Yeah, this, this and this.”

“Wait a minute... I got an idea.”

“Really?”

“They didn’t tell me what they looked like. If Kyotaro and his friends recognize him then we have a better case.”

“I should’ve thought that myself.”

-----

Classes are still going as planned, and everyone in the classroom I’m in is waiting for lunch to come. I’ve talked to some students and Yu on the plan and will get detailed over lunch.

Before anything, though, I immediately walk to 2-C and as luck would have it, the three friends are leaving the room.

“Ah, sensei!” Renji notices me first. “Were you looking for us?”

“Hey, I was just talking to Maejima-sensei, do these guys looks familiar?” I pull out a copy of the student pictures of the suspects.

Kyotaro’s eyes widen. “Yes. How did you-”

“Maejima-sensei and I will explain everything, follow me.”

We meet at the faculty’s small meeting room to detail what to do, with Yu bringing a few members of the student council and a couple other complainants. This surely won’t be done by today, but you can never be too sure.

“So Maejima-sensei and I have asked for your help to deal with this matter that’s happening under our noses.” I start.

“Is it Yamaguchi again?”

“No, luckily.” I answer while waiting for Yu to put up the slides. “I’m sure you’ve seen these guys.” I show some pictures.

“Isn’t he the one who had a fight with Yamaguchi?” Another student asks at the last portrait.

“That wasn’t the end of it, apparently.” I look at him, and he looks back at me. “After class this student here came back with reinforcements, these guys, and retaliated onto Yamaguchi and his friends.”

“Because of how things might happen, some of you guys will have to get the complainants to this room,” Yu continues. “And some of you will have to back us up for when we approach these guys and ask them to come here.”

And we lay out the game plan. Two teachers and four students, that should be enough. We wait on our positions and in just a few minutes, a student has cued us in to keep keep an eye on what might happen.

“Hey,” I approach the targets. “we need to talk to you about something, can you come with us to the faculty?”

“What?” Everyone’s looking at us at this point.

“Please, just come.”

With everyone looking at us, they grunt in annoyance, mumble “Fine.” and follow us all the way to the meeting room.

-----

As Yu was already tackling all this before I heard of it, I let him deal with the conclusion. While it’s just us two teachers, a couple of overseers and some students from both sides inside the room, there are others waiting outside for what will happen.

The room would otherwise be unassuming if we teachers didn’t make it a storage room on the side. A round conference table surrounded by ten chairs are the features still keeping this room a conference room. Every chair is occupied but I’m standing next to Yu who’s busy explaining the details.

The TV screen and whiteboard blend into the wall they’re on, but the TV is being used to show the collected evidence.

Each student involved gives their testimony about the incidents in question. It starts with the plaintiffs. Questions get asked, and Yu verifies if they’re in the collected footage.

“What were you doing before this?” He asks Kyotaro.

“We had ramen. At the noodle shop by the park.” He answers. “Before that, we went to the arcade.”

“The three of you?”

“Yeah, just me, Michio and Renji.”

“Then after that, how did they approach you?”

“From behind a wall, then one of them grabbed me by the collar and talked shit at me about my girlfriend before punching me straight to the face.”

“The same one as...?”

He nods.

“And you had to punch back?”

He nods again. “I can’t remember anything after that, only the pain.”

After him, his other two mates coroborate their events, and the other party seems to be more that they’re here and not somewhere else.

----

“Are these you in these pictures?”

“Fuck no!” They obviously deny the accusations, and this kind of deflection went on a bit until Yu stops halfway with the back-and-forth.

“Wait, what’s this mark here...” We all look for what he’s seeing. In one of the pictures, one of the arms has a noticable mark. “Roll your sleeves up.” Yu commands the three and after that, one of them has that same mark, what seems to be a scar on the same part.

“But that doesn’t look like anything! Maybe it’s-”

“No, none of these were altered, and we have something for comparison. Jun?”

I guess he means my own scar. After a surprised blink, I take my head off, remove my choker, and reattach my head, showing my scar for comparison.

“How long have you had that mark?”

“I got this two years ago in a knife fight.”

“That had to hurt. Let me just...” Yu checks the arm scar. “Yeah, that kinda looks like the one on this footage, and your hairstyles match.”

“Is no one going to point out that he barely got hurt in a knife fight?” A student interjects.

“Let’s not. One last question, though.Who was the one that Yamaguchi got into a fight with again?”

He slowly raises his hand.

“Did you ask your mates to get even with him last night?”

“I did.”

“You could’ve just left it between the two of you.”

-----

After filing the documents and setting the responsible parties to probation a couple of days later, some students want to celebrate this with us: Yu and me. From the looks of it we’re heading to the noodle place.

In total, a dozen people are going, and take up three tables by the time everyone gets a seat, counting us teachers on a separate table. One bowl for every one of us, each paying for his own.

“Jun,” Yu starts talking. “You sure about it?”

“About what?”

“Yamaguchi. I heard a bit about it, you’re planning to help him out yourself?”

“Yeah. I’m not saying I can fix him, but he can do better.”

“I can’t stop you, but lemme ask, why?”

I fall silent. Yeah, why am I doing this? You don’t exactly see a potential in Kyotaro at first glance, doesn’t scream out special. He fits every known stereotype about students like him, and he’s not the only one in school or class.

I muster an answer, a cliche one. “I don’t know, maybe I’m seeing something in him, as it always goes.”

Yu smirks. “I don’t doubt you, you did pull yourself up after that... thing.”

“But that’s me. Kyotaro’s different.”

“You can do it, you won’t stop, right? If a blast hasn’t, nothing will.”

-----

On my way home after that meal, someone approaches me, it’s Kyotaro, just by himself.

“Sensei,” He looks up at me after a bow. “I’m so sorry that I dragged you into this...”

“No, don’t feel too bad about it, it should be Maejima-sensei that should be apologizing to me.”

He looks at me in surprise.

“You did great, okay? Try not to get yourself in trouble again.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, only a nod before bolting off with his friends. 

“Look at him go.” Yu says as we get walking again. “I think I’m seeing what you’re seeing.”

“Obviously.”

“You know what I mean, Jun. I’ll just let you be with what you’re gonna do with Yamaguchi, how’s that?”

“Sounds good.”

“By the way, he’s already have a girlfriend and he’s like 18. How old are you again?”

That’s definitely Yusei. We laugh it off as we continue walking.

-END