#be civil when you're in public around strangers

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Hello, Stranger. By Will Buckingham. Granta; 336 pages; £16.99 The Power of Strangers. By Joe Keohane. Random House; 352 pages; $28. Viking; £16.99 Fractured. By Jon Yates. Harper North; 348 pages; $28.99 and £20

ATTITUDES TO STRANGERS tend to follow a familiar pattern. Children are taught never to speak to unknown grown-ups, especially those regarded by their parents as untrustworthy. The onset of adolescence and young adulthood brings a bursting desire to interact with all sorts of people, particularly the kind who might not elicit family approval. Whether the resulting encounters are sexual or social, they confer a thrilling frisson of escape.

Social circles generally narrow again as people find life-partners, form households and produce offspring of their own. Time becomes scarce; new friendships are often based on sharing the burden of child care. Some people never recover the youthful zest for unforeseen liaisons. Professional duties swell even as parental ones diminish, and the inclination sags. In old age, even if curiosity and charisma remain undimmed, frailty makes new serendipitous connections harder to establish.

But that is not the whole story. In mid-life and beyond people can still experience the joy of a random meeting, however short, which somehow touches a nerve. That might involve nothing more than a smile, or a chance remark that hits an emotional spot; or it might be an unexpectedly deep conversation on a plane or train, a surge of mutual understanding that is life-affirming even if the interlocutor is never seen again. This aspect of the promise and peril of strangers has enticed storytellers—from the rapture of “Brief Encounter” and “Before Sunrise” to the ruin of “Strangers on a Train”. The knowledge that the exchange will be a one-off can permit a delicious, uninhibited frankness.

In the age of covid-19 and Zoom, the chronological pattern has been warped. Instead of their hazy possibilities and risks, strangers have assumed an all-too-literal role as a looming source of infection. During lockdowns they are officially to be avoided. Yet youngsters still long, dangerously, for the ecstasy of communion, not just with edgy individuals but anonymous crowds. People of all ages have come to miss the human stimulation of busy high streets or trains, or the comforting sense of fellowship in a cinema or theatre audience.

So this is an apt moment for three books about meeting strangers. Will Buckingham has written a moving memoir of finding solace, after the death of his life-partner, in travelling and talking in lands such as Myanmar that are culturally distant from his native England. Joe Keohane, an American journalist, argues that communicating empathetically with strangers is vital and potentially life-changing. Jon Yates, who runs a youth charity based in London, frets that deep fissures in Western societies are making it impossible for people to reach, even casually, between classes, religions, ethnicities and generations.

All three authors make sweeping generalisations about the evolution of human society, from hunter-gatherers to the age of Homer and beyond. But they are more interesting when they reflect, using personal experience or scientific research, on how people live and communicate now. In different ways, they all make two separate but related points. First, interacting meaningfully with a new person can bring huge rewards—but it is a skill that must be cultivated and can easily be lost. Second, the self-segregation of modern Western societies means that, for many people, conversing with some fellow citizens seems pointless, undesirable or outlandish. The second problem exacerbates the first: if you consider others beyond the pale, why make the effort to get to know them?

. . .

Mr Buckingham focuses on the pleasures and pitfalls of encounters in remote places where the stakes are lower because the acquaintanceships are bound to be temporary—in a holiday flat-share in Helsinki or while travelling through the Balkans. But, like the other two, he notes that wariness of unfamiliar people is neither new nor insuperable.

Faces look ugly when you’re alone

Mr Keohane and Mr Yates offer tips on befriending strangers. . . Mr Yates discusses the case for a kind of national social service that would encourage youngsters to mix with other groups and generations. Both have homely micro-solutions that readers can apply in daily relations—assume the best of others, remember that most have stories they are longing to tell, react philosophically when a friendly approach is rebuffed.

A telling point that none of the books captures is a paradoxical one: some of the most sophisticated forms of interaction between strangers occur in societies that are chronically divided. Think, for example, of rural Northern Ireland, or of parts of the former Ottoman Empire, such as Lebanon, where residents have lived in separate communal silos. In ways impenetrable to outsiders, the denizens of such places develop perfect antennae for the affiliation of a stranger and adjust their remarks accordingly. The ensuing exchanges occur within well-understood parameters—including a sense that social categories are resilient and pleasantries will not change them. But tact allows people from antagonistic camps to have amicable encounters and transactions.

All three authors are inclined to overstate the ability of brief interactions to stave off conflict. Yet at least this much is true: a capacity to engage with new people in civilised, humane and meaningful ways is a necessary condition for social peace, even if it is not a sufficient one. That points up a half-hidden cost of covid-19. Children educated on screen; teenagers bouncing off the walls; adults working at home; lonely pensioners: more or less everyone’s social skills have been atrophying, with consequences not only for individuals but, perhaps, for the fabric of society.

As lockdowns lift, people are now stumbling back into a world of accidental collisions, some eagerly, some queasily, most with an odd sensation of novelty after a year of hibernation. The lesson of these books is that the easing of restrictions is not just a coveted opportunity to reconnect with those you love and resemble. It also restores a freedom, long taken for granted even if little used, to come to know the profoundly different. ■

[jymwahuwu]

I feel like I have goldfish memory but good news, I remembered what scenario I was thinking about for once.

So what if reader was trapped in a samsara like the sabzeru festival (is that how you spell it?) But instead of a festival setting it's the day where she got kidnapped by our beloved general.

On this day she got kidnapped it was just supposed to be another ordinary day but then the kidnapping happens and the next morning she sees that's she's back at home and now throughout the day she's been trying to find different ways to prevent the event but always fail in the end.

The only twist here is that Jing Yuan starts to notice how we start to predict his moves and whatever he's going to do so he starts to catch onto what's happening and tries to stop us from going into another samsara but since we don't know that he knows about this time loop he just pulls a move that we weren't expecting and kidnaps us again.

Idk if you've done this but my ✨insomnia✨ ain't letting me sleep till I type this whole thing out 😭

🍰anon

I'm starting to worry about your sleep 🍰anon 😭🥺 You seem to be as sleep deprived as me.

And never thought time loops could be so interesting! This reminds me of a gaslighting post I read before where a girl broke up with her boyfriend and he kept manipulating her by pretending that they never broke up. But this is really a time loop >_<

-CW: yandere, kidnapping, non-con, breaking into your home

On the day of the kidnapping, the sky was overcast, and the continuous dark clouds organized and gathered, swallowing up the sun. Just an ordinary day, a rainy day. The lights of passing spacecraft and the crowds. You complete your daily activities as usual, such as working/resting/shopping/walking/dining. Opening the door, you took off your shoes and packed your rain gear in the hallway, not noticing anything unusual at home…and then…you fell into a coma.

When you wake up, you're in a luxurious room with a cute cartoon tape covering your mouth. You mumbled something incoherent, thrashing around in panic. The huge figure turned - who was that? Who is that? This stranger had long, layered white hair, broad shoulders, and muscles that seemed to be hidden under the armor and cloth. As soon as he saw you waking up, he immediately approached you and spoke softly. "Oh, you're awake. I've already taken a bath for you. Don't worry." The rain fell pattering outside the general's mansion.

What bath? What bath!? For you? Your eyes widened, tears of horror running down the tape. A flash of lightning flashed across your face quickly and then disappeared. Jing Yuan held your face and looked at it for a while before kissing the tape on your lips. "Sh- don't be afraid. I'll be good to you."

If you respond tactfully, there's a chance you won't get fucked immediately on the first day. After a good night's sleep, you find yourself back home, like you've never been kidnapped!! You thought you were having an immersive dream and didn't care, but you've been kidnapped again. What happened happened again.

Check the time on your phone:

[same date].

You have searched several times and calendars on the Internet, but all of them are stuck on that day and have not moved forward. Maybe this is an opportunity to change the kidnapping? You start searching and investigating who that person really is. Of course, Jing Yuan told you the name (lovers will know each other's names.) You found his introduction on the Space Online public think tank… Uh… Jing Yuan is one of Xianzhou's generals.

Xianzhou Alliance, isn’t that a well-known space civilization alliance? He kidnapped you…does anyone believe it?

Within the time loop of the same day, you tried more than ten ways and routes to avoid being kidnapped, including returning home at different times, sleeping at a friend's house, preparing weapons, taking friends home, renting a hotel room to rest, etc. . Without exception, all failed. He can always resolve and recognize your defenses and lead you away.

Jing Yuan actually knows this time loop and all the struggles and precautions you take. He can't help but see how far you can go, how smart you can be, but doesn't want you to actually escape his chessboard.

Until, after you were kidnapped again, you thought you would wake up and return home…but no. Moreover, Jing Yuan has found a way to end this day's time loop, preventing you from entering another loop. He has Xianzhou technology support after all. You look around the room - this is still the General's mansion.

Why?

Jing Yuan enjoys the fruits and sweetness of victory. Putting you at his mercy - stopping your resistance, his warm palm rubbed between your swollen thighs, spreading your buttocks. He holds you with your legs spread forward, holding you like you were a cute puppy, and penetrates you with his cock. Your heart skipped a beat at his words.

"The only timeline is that we fell in love."

[cece693]

Talk it Out (Steve Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader)

This is inspired by the Tony vs. Steve debates arising when Civil War premiered. I believe both were at fault—but what if there was a voice of reason who diffused the situation?

Summary: Being related to the genius Tony Stark had many benefits, but being stuck in an argument between him and your fiance, Steve Rogers, was never anticipated.

Being a Stark had its fair share of perks: a hefty bank account, influential power, looks that turn heads. But what the public was unaware of was the messy family drama, courtesy of Howard Stark. Despite the world applauding him as a genius inventor, at home, he was anything but wonderful. Work seemed to be his one true love, leaving little room for the whole parenting gig. Affection and care for his kids, especially name, were as rare as a unicorn. And when the Stark siblings were paid attention, it was mostly due to the public image Howard wanted to construct as a loving father.

So, when Tony decided to start flying around New York as Iron Man, name wanted nothing to do with it. Don't get them wrong, they loved their brother, but staying out of the limelight gave name the peace they longed for since childhood. No image they had to uphold nor expectations they needed to live up to, name was content spending their remaining days working on the numerous charities and foundations Stark Industries supported. Name wasn't interested in the media at all, but they guessed being related to Tony Stark and dating fellow Avenger, Captain America aka Steve Rogers would throw that plan out the window.

Their relationship with the Captain had been a surprise to all; meant to be kept a secret from the public, with only the Avengers and Tony (obviously) knowing. However, when a picture leaked of them holding hands, the world went crazy. With everyone, even news channels, speculating the nature of their relationship, it was name who ultimately decided to clear up rumors. Yes, they were dating Captain America, and what about it? The world had bigger problems than worrying about stranger's love affairs. So, even if the public knew about their romance, name withheld that they were also engaged.

But as name said, the world had bigger problems. And indeed they had. After a failed attempt by Loki to take over the world, alongside Ultron's failed destruction of said world, their plate was full. It didn't need unnecessary drama thrown into it: like Steve and Tony bickering due to the recently written Sokovia Accords.

"You're being irrational!"

"Sue me Rogers for wanting to protect the world."

Rolling their eyes, name didn't understand how a friendship like Steve and Tony's was being destroyed over something as stupid as the Accords. If they were being honest, both men were acting like children.

"Can't you guys just talk it out?" Name spoke, sitting up from their seat to glare at their brother and fiance. "I know Tony's a drama queen—"

"Hey!"

"But I expect better from you, Steve. Now, I'm going out with Pepper for lunch. When I return, you better have resolved this or else." Kissing both men's cheeks, name left the room. Looking at each other, Tony and Steve thought the same thing.

'Name is scary when they want to be.'

[whitesilverandmercury]

ff7 fic: (a)chronology of now [ 2 / ?? ]

timeline · ff7 chronology project

song pairings · francis forever, mitski / citizen/soldier, 3 doors down / the girl, city & colour / rule #9 - child of the stars, fish in a birdcage / happy just to know, tommy ashby, lydia clowes / boys club, ivory hours, luke roes / pretty boy, lennon stella / in darkness we trust, deadly circus fire / you're not alone, saosin / guilty hands, the senate / she, dodie / remind me to forget you, seafret / i've got this friend, the civil wars

content · profanity, allusions to / sexual content, blood, drug use

ships · zerith, clerith, zakkura, zack/aerith/cloud

chapter 2 / THE UNKNOWN JOURNEY AWAITS

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october [ ν ] - εγλ 0007 

He’s on a tree-lined street and the trees are glowing. They’re not trees. They’re streetlights or whatever wants to be a streetlight when it grows up. Look, a flower shop. (                          ) flower shop. Cloud is getting distracted. Chittering filament in electric store signs, twisted into word shapes like balloons twisted into animal shapes it’s so fucking loud can everyone just shut the fuck up? Someone drags a corrugated panel down over a window click click click click like emptied chambers. Go home he’s going, fuck. (        ) on the corner fixing her braid. Keep moving go back he’s staring at a wall with so many broken bones little scales layers of teeth gotta get back (      ) waiting Not teeth, fliers. A public bulletin board at the station. Papers slipping and flapping in the heave of wind from trains coming, going. Ads. Arrival/departure. City map. Hell-ooo are you in there? Lost cat. Lost child. A dog with a soldier’s helmet. (      ) puts a hand on his shoulder babe let’s go home hey buddy watch where you’re going He’s going home home home what do angels dream of?

Someone’s singing. Someone’s cooking mako derivative in a pipe in the alley (      ) cooking dinner for them, Mom’s recipe hold your fire! The fuck you staring at gotta get back get back where? Home home home. Where is (     )? Fire. Alley bricks, such a lovely texture under his hand, one glove off and shoved in his belt for safekeeping mommy what’s on his face I miss you more than anything Sir are you OK? Spent clips. I think you’re bleeding welcome to the undercity bitch Fire. (    ) laughing sunlight. (     ) laughing gunfire. Ads. Arrival/departure. Map. Lost child. Lost. Sir are you a living legacy? Dog with a soldier’s helmet. Fucking hilarious. He’s laughing about it. Hell-ooo? (       ) is waiting at home or the church (       ) says meet at the station. He’s waiting. Heave of wind, trains coming, going, someone’s picking through the trash at the corner, someone’s nailing down scrap metal roof shingles, children are scrubbing cobbled stone for chump change, can we go home, someone’s arguing with a clothesline three stories up mommy he has a (gun) big sword! Blood on the blade. Blood and dirt and rain. Give (            ) kiss for me. Green glow at the belly of a sidewinder alley busted pipe arrival/departure. Home. Cloud rubs at his face, rubs at brick, lost cat. Lost fire. Lost flower. Losing baby teeth. Lost blood. (       ) lost. Lost (        ). Lost a gil, heads up for good luck? Lost his cookies. I miss you. More than anything. Waiting. One hand still naked, one hand out trying to close his fist on the windshear of trains coming trains going trains coming trains going where are they going? Where are they leaving him behind for? Let’s go home. 

“Cloud—”

Cloud blinks. He turns to look, dirty hair dancing in and out of his face in the gust of a passing train. (      ) is elbowing her way through strangers. (She) calls his name again, dark hair swishing like the tail of a fish swimming upstream, futile and trying like it isn’t. (Tifa?) grabs his arm. “Cloud?” Her voice breaks. “Cloud, it’s me—” Tifa’s eyes, flicking around his face. Stop, he’s dizzy. Stop. They sit on the curb. Do angels dream of dying? Tifa is turning his arms over in her lap, looking for something. “Cloud, whose blood is that?” Thumb, tracing his veins. “OK, I’m just gonna ask, all right? You’ll understand.” Sure. “Are you using it?” Currents of people swim past them with or without second glances if even first glances. Tifa, snapping her fingers for his attention. “Mako. Are you self-injecting?” Not like it would matter, he’s got years of mako in him already. He’s First Class. SOLDIER. Wait, no, Tifa—ex. Ex-SOLDIER. The SOLDIER is dead. 

Tifa stares. Swims. She says, “Let’s go home, Cloud.” 

—

september [ μ ] - εγλ 2000 

On the same stretch of upper dock where drill weekends are called, uniformed boys and men graduating from boot camp stand in formation listening to SOLDIER’s recruitment program introduction. The speech is led by Angeal, First Class. One of the Big Three. Or—the Big Two, now. Cloud was all nerves and fast heart but Sephiroth does not make an appearance. Angeal’s voice booms. Each new infantry member will engage in a baseline screening, with the sort of advanced biotechnology Shinra’s Science Department pioneers. Eligible candidates will be notified, invited to apply for the program. No Genesis, not for a while now, apparently. No Sephiroth, just Angeal walking and rewalking the same line before them, arms crossed, in the dull green overcast so close to the central reactor. Behind him—Zack Fair, Second Class. Mentee of the second most elite of the elite. Standing there all messy dark hair and hip cocked, manning the digital tablet from which presentation slides are cast to the projector which casts them huge and holographic against a backdrop of sleek topside buildings, Midgar expressway arching its back across a dark sky. Scary good, Cloud has overheard, more often than bitter infantry saying Puppy or Angeal’s Bitch. Zack Fair, scary good, on his way to First Class already, and unaware as is most everyone else how soon he will be filling the space Genesis left. This could be any one of them, Angeal says. This could be any one of you. 

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june [ ν ] εγλ 0001 

He thinks of all the ways she says his name and all the ways she could.

Zack.

High in pitch, even in tone, placing it between them like a flower. 

Za~ack!

Lilted by laughter. Gilded with giggles.

—Zack! 

Surprised. He’s given her a play-scare. He’s tripped in public. His name in her mouth pivots up halfway through, punctuated by a pout.

Zack.

Slanted down firm. Under her breath. He’s done something dumb, said something dumber. Sometimes one of the somethings is at least cute and she’s trying not to smile. Sometimes she’s the cute one and she’s flustered, she’s giving him a light shove and he’s laughing. 

Za~ck!

They’re in the market. She’s calling a puppy back to her side. Her hand is on the back of his arm or her finger hooked in the loop of his SOLDIER belt. 

Zack .

They’re leaning nose to nose in a contest of flirting stubbornness, daring the other to give in first. 

Za—!

Half his name. They’re half-wrestling. She’s winning. Her hair is messy and her triumphant grin is the sun. 

Zack.

When Tseng has just left. When Tseng is just arriving. When she knows more than he does. 

Zack—!

He’s heaved open the church doors, she’s turning with a whip of the braid and eyes green as a wildflower ready to bloom. 

…Zack.

Quiet, gentle upturn of a question with no answer yet. Face open like a cupped palm, her smile faint but as present as the heart line curling through the middle. 

Zack? 

Short, sweet, beckoning his attention.

Zack…

Breathy. Soft. Warm. The tension of a gasp in reverse. 

Alone in his First Class dorm, he touches himself. 

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[ μ ] - εγλ 1989

She’s dreaming of dying bees, the tickle of wings and legs and stingers. Lots of flowers. The bees crawl up the stems and onto her fingers, up her hands and onto her arms. She doesn’t know how to explain what a bee is. They bite. They leave little dots up her wrists like the Doctors’ needles and she sits in her dream garden trying to peel up the edges of medical tape but it’s too hard. Aerith wakes up crying, she hates the Doctor room so blue and gray and blinking screens on the walls, she wants to be back in the room with Mommy. “Hey,” says the boy with silver hair and a knit sweater, reading a book in a seat against the wall. “At least she’ll be back soon.” What’s he doing here? “Checkup.” What’s he reading? Awkwardly, a pause. He says, “About bees.” 

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june [ ν ] - εγλ 0001

The first time he calls her Sunshine like Mom calls her Honey, a flustered warmth blooms in Aerith’s face and her stomach pinches. She wants to push him, she says What? You’re silly, Zack. He’s in a squat beside her, he’s laughing like he’s not nervous at all. “Nah!” He gestures, nods, props his elbows on his knees. His eyes, bright from mako and brighter from something else more pure. “It’s because flowers can’t grow without sunshine. Plus, you’re always sunshine on my rainy days.” 

...

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[classroomconfidentialblog]

Dear American parents, please stop over-babying your 3 year old children.

At many preschools/ daycares, by age 3 your child needs to be able to handle themselves in the bathroom independently and dress themselves from head to toe with no help whatsoever from the teacher.

They also need to be able to be a half-decent follower of instructions, and be able to engage in basic communication of needs and desires. We as staff also need to be able to understand your child's speaking.

So stop dressing them for them. Cut the pacifier. Help them learn functional and civil communication strategies like "mom I need help" or "dad I have something to tell you". Start to enforce some limits for acceptable and appropriate social behavior. Like no. No, you cannot eat paper anymore.

Lemme just be blunt-- what you currently think is cute and acceptable "for their age" is rapidly about to be wildly inappropriate. Like in 6 month's time, all that "cute, haha, he's just a baby" behavior is about to start getting you glares from strangers in public, and getting them in trouble and struggle at preschool.

Don't over-coddle your child emotionally, either.

Life in the preschool classroom can be brutal and fast paced for most preschool formats. We don't have time for jack crappity in that classroom that we wish we had time for, because there are so many standards forced upon preschool staff. So we really don't have the time to be dealing with shitty to non-existent SEL skills (social-emotional learning) when it comes down to it. There, I said it. You're like "yeah but isn't that your job???". in an ideal world once upon a time in the past, it used to be. But now we have academic standards we have to shove in your child's brain.  I would love nothing more than to sit around and watch kids play all day.  And only intervene when they're having a social scuffle. Well that's called "babysitting". And I can't earn a living with a 401K and medical insurance babysitting.

I observe that the more white-collar parents tend to go in either direction-- either you're making excuses for your kid's behavior based on whatever psychobabble rationalization you've made up for why you baby them or have zero limits to their behavior. Or you are top-notch excellent at preparing them 💯 emotionally for the real world. You know how to raise a calm, confident, capable child.

With parents who have little to no higher education, I see the same thing, but from a different approach/ rationale-- either you have basically scared your child into behavioral submission by being really firm with limits and maybe even spanking them , so they're well-behaved; OR you have been so neglectful, over-controlling, and sometimes even abusive b/c your personal life is such a hot mess, that's who your child becomes, behaviorally.

And the teachers are the ones who have to deal with the aftermath of all this.

... which is why no one in their right mind should ever choose to be in this profession. 😅😬. I'm currently stuck in it until I have enough $ to buy my way into a new career.

So please, stop babying your 3 year olds. They are either about to go to preschool, or they are basically one year away from kindergarten. At some point you, not they, YOU, need to accept that they are no longer an infant.

[idiotic-writer]

Some headcanons for Momo (mha) x childlike male reader with a pinch of nsfw when they're older?

Sure! I simp for Momo so this is gonna be fun to play around with-

Masterlist

Momo with a childish partner headcanons 💞

Strangers

• I think at first Momo wouldn't like your childish personality.

• She'd most likely try to avoid you but of course that's unavoidable

• She dosen't act harsh or anything she's still incredibly nice it's just that she hesitant to talk to you

• However when she does you two immediately hit it off

• She first saw you as a younger brother and she spoiled the living daylights out of you

• However those blossomed into romantic feelings that she was unable to hide.

• She'd have trouble confessing, with her lack of confidence, so she'll most likely ask one of her friends for help (Jirou)

• " Just tell him how you really feel for him. I'm pretty sure he feels the same for you."

• That didn't help at all she needed absolute certainty to be able to confess.

• However she didn't get this so she forced herself to confess.

• Her confession seemed as though it didn't have a plan or structure which is very surprising with her usual calm, civilized and collected persona

• She was overjoyed when you accepted her confession and nearly fainted when you confessed you'd also wanted to share your feelings

Dating

• Dating Momo is amazing!

• She'll always be so kind and caring, treasuring each moment of time you spend with her, always telling you how much she loves you.

• She'll try to spoil you but you didn't accept, showing her that you love her not just because of her money.

• She loves Praising and giving praises so expect her to always comment on how attractive you look.

• Hugs. She loves hugs.

• She's very nervous with showing affection in public but you usually take control with that.

• A lot of people (Mineta) question how such a childish male could end up with someone like Momo

• She usually scolds them (hits them) and tells them that she fell for you first.

• You're very sensative to anything so she tries her best to be so incredibly gentle with you.

• You both agreed to buy eachother a promise ring and although it wasn't as fancy as the one she bought for you she absolutely loved it. She let out a few tears as she told you how happy she was.

Adulthood

• Marriage is a big thing

• Expect to be kissing her for your wedding with all of her friends and family there along with your own

• Due to hero work, both of you didn't think about having children

• But when you did you both agreed that you could only handle 1 at the moment

• Momo would have to take up the dominant role because of your childish personality but she doesn't mind.

• She'll be incredibly gentle and dosen't have any kinks besides praising

• If you told her to choke you she'd stop everything and shake her head firmly

• She tries not to be loud but she ultimately is.

• For your first and second time you wore a condom but for your third time, after being absolutely sure that you were ready to try, you didn't wear one.

• She was pregnant, confirmed by a doctor weeks later.

• Pregnant Momo is a very depressing Momo

• She always tells you how happy she is to be having your child but she usually ends up becoming a depressing baby when you're not around

• Adorably clingy

• If you aren't home with her she eats ice-cream and cries comically

• Or makes some random stuff to pass time

• When she finally has the baby, she's overjoyed.

• Best wife and mom right here ngl

• That child is lucky asf-

[petitelepus]

i wonder if you can do an mtmte/ll matchup for me.

im genderfluid,

pronouns: any, but i prefer he/him.

im greyro greyace

im willing to learn something new and i like taking on a lot of hobbies. im usually really quiet and dont care about others. i can be really grumpy and mean and tell some really mean things and swear a whole dictionary of bad words. i can be overprotective to ones i love the most. i value my friends and i would do anything for them. i can be super kind and sweet but also i can be the spawn of the devil. if things get too loud for me ill fuckin scream to make sure that its quiet.

i like: math and science, skateboarding, gore/blood, vile and horrible humor, hugs and cuddles (only from a person i know so damn well), music (neo-classical metal, classical, rock, punk) and i wish i can go back to playing guitar.

i dislike: public spaces, a bunch of people, crowds, loud noises, loud talking, people, being touched by strangers, certain foods, babies/children, bright lights, not being listened to, rules, birds -anon 001

Cyclonus is your Owner!

When the violet Autobot decided he wanted a pet, he wanted a smart one, someone that whom he could have a civil conversation with. He wanted a human. He didn't want just any normal human, but you proved to be different and he likes that about you.

The seller warned Cyclonus that you were one with a nasty mouth and foul personality, but the mech doesn't let it bother him.

Yes, you're rather grumpy at the beginning, but Cyclonus uses the tricks Tailgate used on him and gets you to warm up to him rather quickly. You also take an immediate liking to his white minibot lover and he returns your feelings. You kinda become both of their pet but you belong to Cyclonus.

When you warm up to Tailgate, Cyclonus follows quickly behind as you learn to accept him as your owner and friend. When you finally open up to them, Cyclonus can treat you better when he knows what's on your mind.

He won't take you to Swerve's or Mirage's bars because they can be rather loud and crowded with mechs who can't control their volume and even less when intoxicated.

No, Cyclonus keeps you in his and Tailgate's habsuite where you have all the room you need to move around without starting to feel claustrophobic.

If playing guitar is what makes you happy then Cyclonus gets you one or two different ones so you can choose which you like more.

The violet mech isn't that great at physical affection, but Tailgate teaches is a PRO so the white minibot teaches him how to hold you gently. You and Tailgate learn that while Cyclonus isn't natural at it, he puts so many emotions into his hugs so you two know he loves you guys.

[m00n-miaka-cb]

𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬: 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐨 - [@influencerxcesia-oc - Cesia]

☁️ | Before proceeding, know that this will be put into heavy depth, to raise awareness, and to also speak up for not just them, but a majority of other people with the "same attitude" as her, and for many OCs who may be getting the same treatment. So I'll be covering hate, stereotyping, and anything else that is related to the main topic. If this makes you uncomfortable, then I apologise. But this needs to be said as this can get repetitive and becomes a same issue with any OC that finds interest in other CBs and such.

Let's start with the main topic: Hate Anons to Cesia, a new OC recently. This topic roles into the fact she's receiving hate for, "Acting all cute and innocent to get the badboys attention--"

As a matter of fact, this isn't just the OCs personality, but also the admin's personality. This isn't just acting and roleplaying to receive privilege to speak with San. How dare you say that to her and any other OCs, even CBs, when it's naturally a characteristic? Is she favoring and only speaking nicely to him, aka @badboysan? No. Actually, scroll through my own blog, Mia's blog, and every other person's blog to find evidence of her speaking crudely to others. What's there? Everything is a wonderful and respectful interaction; her being kind. She even has yet to have anyone dm her and provide any evidence of her acting as a privileged OC.

I've been here, running and OC, for a long time. It's coming to a year very soon, meaning I've been in the community for a fair enough of time. So I understand your concern for OCs because in the past, there were problematic OCs. However, do you see the OCs now? A majority of US are kind and thoughtful 24/7. For example:

@shin-haneul who is well-known, loved, and respected for her generous and compassionate personality, always supporting and taking care of others.

Second is @xash-axx, who's also been around for a fairly amount of time, and has been nothing but kind to others despite her concepts time from time. She's in a stable relationship, and has yet to show any betrayal, being loyal and kind, and sweet despite little interactions between me and the OC compared to the Admin.

Third is @hernameisangel-oc, a natural sweetheart who is similar to Haneul, knowing how to have fun, always supporting, and having the will to always remain calm and cheerful, posting motivational content.

And lastly, a close friend of mine is @serenityrose-oc, who hasn't been too active, but she's very sweet and filled with wonderful humour, always caring and supporting everyone when she can.

And this is only the bare minimum of OCs I've mentioned who have wonderful personality and have been in the community for a decent amount of time. And here, no one is a stranger to the history of OC trickery within the community. However, many have yet to receive discouragement and stereotypical comments of their character. Is it because we have an exception because we run other bots and because we truly are more optimistic, helpful, and supportive? So why are those new exempted from us? Or would you like me to state that it's out of jealousy that you can't receive the same interaction as her and the idol bot, or that she has more of a chance compared to you? This goes for all OCs who receive this.

As a matter of fact, you don't see recently most OCs receiving hate and back lash for interacting with other idol bots, even those with already established relationships, especially with those who become often close with others and have stronger bonds with the idol bot. So why is Cesia, among some others who may not post these malicious asks, have an exception to this? Is it just because they're the amateurs for being new and trying to start off strong and make wonderful bonds with others who also give off strong impressions? Because, my dear, you're quite in grave danger for sparking a match that shouldn't be used to light such a nasty flame from many who are not afraid to defend and even attack, for those who are quite bold.

Let's also touch the subject about stereotyping OCs in general. While Idol bots have a less harder time with this, (some others actually struggling with this then please, you are included in this, no worries) OCs tend to receive stereotypical comments about them:

You're only doing this for relationships, not the plot. 🙄

You're doing this cause you want to a privileged OC or Y/N!!!

You're doing this for the vine/trend!! Get off!

You're just pretending so you can get in his/her pants!

You're going to problematic like the others.

Do you hear yourself? Not many of us OCs actually have intentions of doing such a thing. Sometimes that's based on the character of the OC, but that doesn't mean everyone's desperate. You think anyone wants to cause drama now that the community has an abundance of people, bots, and admins hopping from one post to another? Don't you think some don't do it because they already know others will come at them like wolves protecting their pack? And to even assume some do it for relationships, not even understanding the plot they themselves are slowly bringing forth to the public to interact with? Are you really that dense to not think that far ahead? And if we really wanted it so badly, why isn't any one of us rushing like crazed animals to fend off others from a CB of our interest, huh?

Stop stereotyping all OCs because of those who were problematic in the past. Heck. Some of these new OCs are actually people who have already been in the community for a long time and are aware of the toxicity and bad reputation, but are trying to clear that up with wholesome OCs that are putting effort to put OCs in a better spotlight than one so dull and broken.

If you really want to start an argument, start an argument right now. Speak like a normal person and share your opinions rather than being so bitter to Cesia and others who come into this community wanting to actually have fun roleplaying. That's what we all are wanting. You want to continue sending backlash? Send it to me and we'll discuss it. Speak like a civilized person than agreeing with the anon when you're so dense to not think that this has consequences and horrible affects on the person running the bot who truly wishes nothing BUT peace and happiness to run their bot. Now you've got a whole storm coming for you because this is sickening to see. Just like you say it's sickening of her personality.

And please. Spread the word. This goes out to everyone in general, even groups that have an OC and more.

[billblok]

Touring The Galaxy: Genetic Scam

Sometimes as I'm doing my work preparing contracts for LifeCorp to colonies in need of economic assistance, I'm reminded anew about just how "backwater" a backwater colony can get. But there's something interesting about backwater colonies; people talk with each other. They talk with their friends, neighbors, families, and visiting strangers much like myself. They'll spend hours, maybe even half the day talking about anything that strikes their fancy. All it takes is giving them a reason to start.     "This place used to be a scrapping colony too, pip," Mikayla, a Radanite not much older than I told me, "lots of remnant technology, not too far of a jump from Scrapper Interstellar facilities, an' we even had a bit of a tourist gig. But now it's all gone, an' the money with it. The only people that stuck around were the ones who couldn't pay for the trip-- like me-- an' the sketchy, unlicensed medical practitioners."     It was rather obvious why Mikayla was talking about "unlicensed medical practitioners" when she had ears proportionally larger than a Kniit's. However I didn't have to press for details-- she was quite eager to elaborate. "Lemme give you some advice Pip: if ya ever order a genetic resequencing operation an' the doctor promises that it's a 'revolutionary treatment worth the premium price' you'd better run, an' run fast. These cute flaps of skin kept me in the chamber for six weeks, an' they're a nightmare to manage. Infections, hearing issues, wax buildup an' a near total loss of muscular control. But hey, they actually do help me keep cool out here, an' the piercings are a nice touch too. Small comfort Pip, small comfort."     I asked her what had happened to the person who performed the treatment. "No idea Pip, the bug-boy went an' made himself scarce when System Defense came by on business-- an' not the pleasant 'how do you do' kind of business either, more like the 'hey, there're reasons we have regulations for the kind of crap you're doing' kind of business. So there you have it, I'm six-thousand credits short, may be under penalties for an unregistered genetic modification an' I'm eligible for a disability check because of my hearing impairment..."     I can sympathize with Mikayla; she's not the first I've talked to who ran afoul with a genetic resequencing scam. Some people prey on the gullible, naïve and desperate, promising a permanent solution to some problem and delivering with a cheap, hastily created and uncertified genetic template that can lead to health problems after treatment like neurological defects, rejection of the modified parts and even complete loss of a limb or organ with a clumsy or careless cutting out of crucial genetic information. Many also have the fines and jailtime to contend with for their desperation. As unbiased as my reports and interviews are supposed to be, I think most people share the sentiment that anyone who pins these crimes on hapless victims and gets away without consequence needs to be locked away on a penal colony for a very long time.     I asked her how she would deal with the legal consequences of her treatment. "Pip, don't give me that softy stuff; I did something stupid, you know it, I know it. An' as much as I'd like to have some hero come in an' save me from my stupidity, stupid stuff just happens. Who knows though? I bet you that whatever the lady justice decides, I'm gonna get off this rock one way or another!"     Mikayla's optimism for her future is a trait that many backwater colonists share too in my observations; something that big big cities could use a little bit of. That and the small-town wisdom of not doing something stupid. There are plenty of sources out there for prisoner advocacy though; if you have a concern about receiving a scam treatment, you can tune into your local public channel and make a request to contact a civil advocate for assistance.     In the meantime, "Pip" is going to steer clear of anyone without a diploma on their wall.

A little bit of a writing exercise. The picture itself took comparatively less time! Kinda silly of me.

[96thdayofrage]

Convicting a murderous cop has its consequences. The integrity of a juror in the trial of former Minneapolis police officer Derek Chauvin is being called into question because the juror attended a march for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. last August, CBS-affiliated WCCO reported on Tuesday. Floyd’s family spoke at the March on Washington, which was intended to commemorate the 57th anniversary of the civil rights leader's famous "I Have a Dream" speech. It also included a voter registration rally, which Brandon Mitchell, the juror in question, told WCCO was the reason he attended. His attire at the event, however, is now being scrutinized after he was photographed in a T-shirt with King's image and the words, “Get Your Knee Off Our Necks,” and “BLM,” which Mitchell explained were broader references to the circumstances of 2020.

“It was huge to get people geared for voter turnout, so being a part of that, being able to attend, you know, the same location where Martin Luther King gave his speech was a historic moment,” Mitchell told WCCO. “Either way, I was going to D.C. for this event, even if George Floyd was still alive.” Floyd is not alive, and don’t for one second let Chauvin’s apparent desperation to get away with murder obscure the fact that Floyd is not here to see his daughter grow up because of Chauvin. Not Mitchell or any other member of the jury.

Chauvin, who is due for sentencing at 2:30 PM ET on June 16, was convicted of second-degree murder, third-degree murder, and second-degree manslaughter last month. Several clips of witness video presented at trial showed him kneeling on the neck of 46-year-old Floyd for more than nine minutes on May 25, 2020, outside of the Cup Foods corner store in Minneapolis. That video went viral and ushered the case onto an international stage, fueling anti-racism and anti-police brutality protests.

Still, Mitchell, juror No. 52 in the trial, told CBS This Morning co-host Gayle King he didn't feel pressure to reach a guilty verdict "at all … And I don't think any of us felt like that. I for sure did not. I for sure did not feel like that,” Mitchell said. “The pressure more so came from just being in the room and being under stress. But it wasn't pressure to come to A guilty verdict." He told King he was stressed about having to come into the courtroom and watch a Black man die every day. “That alone is stressful,” he said. “Coming in each and every day and having to watch somebody die is stressful enough by itself. So anything outside of that was secondary, just because as a human, it's natural to feel some kind of way as you're watching somebody in agony.”

Chauvin's defense attorney, Eric Nelson, brought up the question of just how much outside opinions of the case might be affecting the trial when he didn’t like how Rep. Maxine Waters answered an interviewer's question about what demonstrators should do if Chauvin isn't convicted. “We’ve got to get more confrontational," she said. "We’ve got to make sure that they know that we mean business.” With that, Nelson brought up the possibility of a mistrial and said the jury should have been sequestered from the start of the trial. “My phone gives me alerts on things that just happened. I mean you can’t avoid it, and it is so pervasive that I just don’t know how this jury can really be said to be that they are free from the taint of this,” Nelson said. “And now that we have U.S. representatives threatening acts of violence in relation to this specific case, it’s mind-boggling to me judge.” Judge Peter Cahill admonished Waters but ultimately ruled that her remarks weren’t grounds for a mistrial.

Civil rights attorney Ben Crump, who represents the Floyd family, told TMZ that Mitchell's interview "completely obliterates" any claim from the Chauvin defense that public opinions outside the courtroom influenced the jury.

Rachel Moran, a law professor from the University of St. Thomas, told WCCO an important consideration in the case is whether lawyers did their job in investigating jurors. Mitchell said in a questionnaire WCCO obtained that he never took part in a protest about police brutality and that the phrase Black lives matter simply means Black people "want to be treated as equals and not killed or treated in an aggressive manner simply because they are Black.”

“If he had been asked about it and he tried to hide it, that could be an issue,” Moran said. “But at this point, I don’t see anything, any evidence that he tried to hide it.”

The attorney added that “it’s really important for the viewers at home to know it’s really hard to overturn a conviction, and courts are especially reluctant to interfere with the jury deliberation process.”

Read the transcript of King’s interview with Mitchell from CBS News:

King: 31-year-old Brandon Mitchell was known only as juror #52, and he joins us now. Brandon, we're really glad to see you because all of us wanted to know what happened. So I'd like you if you could, please take us inside the room. I think we were surprised that you're 12 strangers, you didn't know each other, you go in the room — what's the process, and how were you able to reach a verdict so quickly? And good morning!

Juror Brandon Mitchell: Yeah. Absolutely. Good morning to you. First, I want to send my condolences to the Floyd family.

King: Yes.

Mitchell: But when we walked into the deliberation room, the first thing we did is we voted on whether or not we wanted to have our mask on. We made that kind of an ice breaker to get going. We voted to not have our mask on. We took our masks off. We voted for a foreperson, and from there we went straight into the manslaughter charges and took a preliminary vote before doing a final vote on those charges.

King: What was the preliminary vote?

Mitchell: The preliminary vote was 11 of us were already — we were already on board for guilty for the manslaughter. One person was still unsure. And we just went over it as a team, as a group. Each person kind of went down the line on why they thought it was guilty. We did another vote maybe 40 minutes later after we went through everybody, and everybody was on the same page for the manslaughter. It happened really quickly.

King: Did you do that with each of the charges? Is that what you did, took a vote on each of the charges?

Mitchell: Yeah, absolutely. Each charge we did a preliminary vote to see where we were at, if there was anybody that was not on board yet or was unsure. Then we would go around the room, everybody kind of speak on what they think is necessary to speak on. We went over maybe a little bit of the evidence. And then we'd come back with a final vote whenever we thought it was a suitable time.

King: What was the one person unsure about, Brandon?

Mitchell: I think it was just like, the terminology. So within the instructions, some of the terminology can be a little tricky, because it's legal jargon. And so sometimes some of the words can be interpreted differently among people. It was just they wanted to do their due diligence and make sure that they were coming out with the right verdict that they believed in. So they were hung up on a few words. We went through the definitions that were given to us and kind of broke it down from different perspectives to get everybody on the same page.

King: Was there any particular witness that moved you and moved the jury that you said, okay, we're deeply affected by 'fill in the blank'?

Mitchell: So I think as a whole jury, I think Dr. Tobin was the biggest, the most influential witness out of everybody. For me personally, Donald Williams was another person. So Donald Williams and Dr. Tobin --

King: That's the fighter, yeah. The mixed martial arts fighter.

Mitchell: Yeah, so him early on, I felt he set the tone for the rest of the trial. And then when Dr. Tobin came, with him speaking so scientifically but also making it understandable for everyone along with the exhibits that he came with, I thought he just broke it down in a manner that was easy for all the jurors to understand. And I didn't think there was any way to — for the defense to come back after that. I was like, to me, the case was — it was done at that point almost.

King: Did you feel pressure because you knew the world was watching? That, you know, we have to reach a guilty verdict here?

Mitchell: Not at all. And I don't think any of us felt like that. I for sure did not. I for sure did not feel like that. The pressure more so came from just being in the room and being under stress. But it wasn't pressure to come to A guilty verdict.

King: What were you all stressed about?

Mitchell: We were just stressed about just the simple fact that every day we had to come in and watch a Black man die. That alone is stressful. Coming in each and every day and having to watch somebody die is stressful enough by itself. So anything outside of that was secondary, just because as a human, it's natural to feel some kind of way as you're watching somebody in agony.

King: Yeah. I can't imagine, Brandon, what it was like to be able to watch that tape day after day after day, the way you all did.

Mitchell: Yeah. It definitely had its impact on me. There was a few days where I was like, I don't know how I'm going to make it in this next day, especially me as a Black man. And a larger black man, I'm about 6'4", 250 pounds. And some of the testimony is like saying how size can be considered like, you know, is it a risk or threat. Whereas me, I'm a gentle giant. Stuff like that, that affects me in a way that — it's weird. I don't know if it affects anybody else the same way.

King: I understand. I understand what you're saying. How did you all feel about Derek Chauvin, the fact that he did not take the stand? Would that have made a difference to you? We'll never know, but do you think it would have made a difference?

Mitchell: It possibly — it possibly could have. We did talk about, you know, the fact that he didn't. Somebody had brought it up, like they wished he would have, they would have liked to have heard from him. But since it wasn't part of the case, it just is what it is. But yeah, I mean, anything brought in or not brought in, it could have possibly affected it either way. Either way I can't say it would have changed the outcome, but it's a possibility for sure.

King: Do you worry about your safety now? This was such a controversial case. We now know your name, we now know what you look like, we now know that you said you're a large man. Do you worry about your safety?

Mitchell: No, not at all. Not at all. I'm a person that kind of thrives in the positives. So I'm not too much concerned about that. Nor do I dwell on —

King: —the what if's—

Mitchell: —on negativity like that. Yeah, the what if's.

King: And he's going to be sentenced June 25. What do you think is the proper sentence for him, for Derek Chauvin? He's facing up to 40 years.

Mitchell: Yeah. I couldn't say what the proper sentencing would be. You know, I think we came up with the right verdict. You know, guilty on all charges. And you know, I'll let the judge do what he does.

King: All right, thank you very much. We really wanted to hear from you today. It's been a fascinating case that we've been watching.

Mitchell: Yes, thank you.

[edhaneyyy]

Hope Because Humanity Is Within Us

“Being human is given.But keeping our humanity is a choice.” – Ida Protuger

This quote simply showsor tells us that humanity is a choice.Meaning wenare human ourselves but living here in this world, humanity is hard to keep for some of us.

When we get asked, what is humanity? Answering this question is just as easy as a pie. Humanity is the good qualities a human could have. Humanity is our ability to have compassion, care, empathy and love others. Humanity is helping other wherever and whenever, it is being selfless. If humanity is a person, the best example is Mother Teresa. But, the real question is, is there any hope for humanity when some of the human beings keeps on ruining humanity in our world? Our deepest humanity, however, is rooted within the fragility of all of our lives. Unless we work together we are going to be unable to save lots of the earth. If we cannot see that our vulnerabilities, and not our masks of perfection are what bind us to one another, we are going to be left wondering what's wrong with us.

There is such a common scene in human history when the media community says that men have lost their trust in humanity. That's because most people these days are starting to be cruel to themselves and others. They hurt themselves and the people around them. A common problem was the many facts that made this "virus" bigger and affected the whole world. When we talk about humanity, we should think of it only about human life, not because humanity is about humanity, including all humanity on earth. It is also a terminology of the qualities that make us human. For example, the ability to love, be considerate, be creative, and not be a robot or an alien.

We have to keep humanity within us. Why? Because that is our only key to prevent chaos in our modern world. Without a little bit of humanity do you think we can live, sleep peacefully and have friends around us? No. I listed some acts that show humanity from the website Good Housekeeping . ( https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.goodhousekeeping.com/life/inspirational-stories/news/gmp5124/random-acts-of-kindness/)

1. Florence Rescue Force - After Hurricane Florence caused devastating flooding in North Carolina this fall, kindhearted citizens like Amber Hersel jumped into action. The volunteer from the Civilian Crisis Response Team helped rescue 7-year-old Keiyana Cromartie and her family from their flooded home on September 14, 2018 in James City.

2. Donor Network - The decision made by Patricia Almonte (right) to donate the organs of her late 3-year-old daughter Veronica Garcia helped save three lives: Essence Walls (left), an 8-month-old baby, received her heart; a 2-year-old received her liver; and a 68-year-old woman received her kidneys.

3. Canine Heroes - A lucky dog got a ride from some unnamed helpers in the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew two years ago. Photographer Sean Rayford caught these two men pushing a makeshift boat through the floodwaters in Lumberton, North Carolina.

4. Earthquake Heroes - Frida the rescue dog and her trainer Israel Arauz Salinas went viral for their life-saving efforts during the 7.1 magnitude earthquake that shook Mexico City in 2017. The 9-year-old Labrador has detected the bodies of 52 people during her career, and the duo recently received their own statue for their service to the Mexican navy.

5. Helping Hand - American Abbey D'Agostino and New Zealander Nikki Hamblin won a special Olympic commendation for their sportsmanship at the 2016 Rio Games. After Hamblin tripped in a 5,000-meter heat, and brought D'Agostino down with her, the American helped her competitor to her feet. Later on in the race, D'Agostino fell again as a result of her twisted leg, but Hamblin stayed by her side until the finish line.

6. Moments after posing for a fun photograph at a local beauty spot, brave teenager Cheng Changjiang was dead. Despite being unable to swim, Cheng, 18, waded into the lake to save the lives of three young children who had got into trouble in the water. But the brave act cost the teenager – branded a ‘hero’ by onlookers – his life. Cheng was enjoying the public holiday at the rural spot in Xinyang, at Henan province in central China, when tragedy struck.

7. ryclectic’ wrote: “My Buddy Witnessed an Act of Utter Kindness Today…While he was standing on the corner waiting for the crosswalk he saw this woman buy two meals at a street vender and go sit down beside this man and give him one of the meals. She proceeded to introduce herself and talk to him about his life and just shot the [breeze] with him. She wasn’t acting superior, she was his equal, she just wanted to talk to and express inclusion to a fellow human being.”

8. This is a picture of a chap called Tully holding a 46 year old, wheelchair bound man with severe mental handicaps. Tully picked him up so he could go on the hay ride with everyone else. 5 minutes into the ride the man got so excited that he peed all over himself and Tully. Tully sat there soaked in pee for the remainder of the 40 minute hay ride. As soon as it was over he changed the mans clothes before his own. If that doesn’t show character we don’t know what does.

9. I will not let you go. This woman spent 3 hours holding the horse’s head above the tide after it got stuck in the mud on a beach in Australia. The horse was later rescued, unharmed.

10. Strangers Leave her Money While She Gently Sleeps. “alexthegreat90″ wrote: “I took this picture this morning. Ever been somewhere and seen something that amazed you? I’m at the east side McDonald’s and this lady was sitting in front of me sleeping. She has everything she owns in a small backpack. Curled up with her blanket she sleeps not knowing what is going on around her. While she is sleeping everyone is getting their money out and putting it on the table so it’s there when she wakes up.”

These are only few of the acts that restored humanity. These acts showed us that no matter how cruel the world is. There are still people out there who shows kindness and selfless love without any hesitation despite any situation. So what are those things that could destroy our humanity? Stephen Hawking who is known for his work on black holes and gravitational singularities thinks that there are three things that ruin our humanity, but I will only cite two. He have this outspoken ideas about human civilization. Hawking suffers from a nerve cell disease just like amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or ALS, which left him paralyzed and unable to talk without a voice synthesizer. But that hasn't stopped the University of Cambridge professor from making proclamations about the wide selection of dangers humanity faces -- including ourselves. He is part of a small group who voiced out their concerns about artificial intelligence.

First, according to Stephen Hawking, “The development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race," "The human failing I would most like to correct is aggression. It may have had survival advantage in caveman days, to get more food, territory or partner with whom to reproduce, but now it threatens to destroy us all," The Independent reported. I believe that Hawking here is telling us that AI could destroy us just like in the movie entitled Wall-e, we could see there that the AI are already controlling every move of the humans in the ship. They are dependent to the robot around them and don’t seem to care to anyone. There would be no care, love and empathy left.

Second, if AI won’t kill us, our own self might kill us. For example, a major nuclear war would likely end civilization, and could wipe out the human race, Hawking added. When asked which human quality he would most like to chose, he chose empathy , because "it brings us together in a peaceful, loving state.” Chaos would be everywhere without humanity.

In the current time, we ask ourselves sometimes, where is humanity? There are certain issues in our modern world that made us question ourselves. Despite those, we should look at the brighter side. There are still good people who we have mentioned above.

This year, our humanity is being tested. During this pandemic time we should remember our humanity. On the occasion of taking care of the elderly, and those who are sick and needy. This is what's happening in countless hospitals, clinics and medical aid units round the world, where truth heroes of this ordeal – the doctors, nurses and physicians – are risking their lives to avoid wasting others. This deeper humanity must spread to each street, every neighbourhood, every city and each country if we are to defeat the virus with our science and technology but also showing wisdom, compassion and humanity.

In the event that food and fun are what we were destined to be, there is one thing we should remember. Indeed, even creatures can do such exercises. In the event that God made us human, there must be an explanation behind it. No one but people can comprehend the importance of mankind, and it is humankind because of insight that truly gives the center substance to human presence. You needn't bother with a solid financial balance to add to helpful exercises. Paying your family help reasonably is humankind as well. You're prepared to pay a large number of dollars for your clinical test, yet with regards to paying your collaborator; You need to spare each penny. Compassionate exercises ought to never be embraced to pick up distinction or get a superficial point of interest. You can without much of a stretch accomplish popularity through the work you do. Lifting the weighty sack of an elderly person is humankind, helping an incapacitated individual to go across the road is mankind, helping your mom at work is humankind; truth be told, it is humankind to help whoever needs it. How would we express or show mankind? One approach to show our mankind helping poor people and the individuals who crippled. Additionally utilizing indicating counterfeit mankind to pick up distinction ought to never be one your choice. Did you experience finding a major measure of cash and when you return it, there's the incredible inclination that we can't clarify? Since on the event of indicating our humankind to other people, we have that believing that we can not get.

Humanity is significant in our daily lives. It teaches us to understand the problem and gives us ideas. It helps us understand others. Humanities students specialize in writing and critical reading. Humanity encourages us to think creatively. They teach us to explain why we are human and to ask questions about our world. Humanity produces informed and critical citizens. Democracy cannot flourish without humanity. We all need to assist one another. We humans are like that. We need to live by each other’s bliss – not by each other’s hopelessness. We don’t need to despise and loathe one another. Because that's not what humanity is.

Some may say, we are losing our humanity. No, we are not losing it. We could see it everywhere. It is within us. Humanity is lively and the light is sparkling profoundly within the hearts and souls of numerous individuals from all works of life. They are of all races, societies, social status and religions. It is individuals who see their commitments to the world as their employments and they continuously inquire what can l do to contribute to distant better;a much better; a higher;a stronger; an improved" a stronger world. It’s just that, humanity is covered by our selfishness, our hatred, all negative traits that prevents us from helping and doing good for someone. Never lose hope for we still have humanity stored in us.

https://www.humanitystyle.com/new-page-5

https://kindnessblog.com/2014/11/03/34-examples-of-heart-warming-humanity/

[bigtiddycommity]

Clé: Miroh (3)

Clé: Miroh (3)

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader ft. Stray kids & Got7

Warnings: Slight profanity

Summary: An up and coming singer is introduced to the rough and unfair world of the music industry when she is tricked into a fake relationship with a popular idol. Her entire world has been turned upside down and now not only is she hated by millions of fans around the world but she is now despised by her...boyfriend?

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Auriella, though seen as a bubbly and happy person, did not live a simple life. When she was born, her birth parents abandoned her at an orphanage with nothing but a raggedy baby blanket and her name written on a note. That's it.

Her life in the orphanage was hell, to say the least. Young Auriella was bullied, mistreated and lonely. The other orphans at the home she was in always felt the need to push her around and belittle her in everything she did. Auriella tried hard to fit in and did all sorts of favors in hopes of being accepted, but to no avail. The mistreatment didn't stop until Auriella was taken out of the orphanage by her record label.

Auriella has been through hell and back yet still woke every morning with a smile on her face. She had her group, who she had worked skin and bone for, be taken away from her, been forced to uproot her entire life and move across the world for a group of people she had never met. Nevermind all of the bullshit she had to endure in her childhood. She was far from selfish and this ignorant stranger, Bang Chan, had no right to sit and assume he knew anything about her.

She tried to be nice and civil but enough was enough. Auriella would not sit back and be treated unfairly by someone she sacrificed so much for. Yes, both Auriella and Chan were forced into this situation but Chan had nothing, absolutely nothing, taken away from him. Okay, he moved from a tiny dorm and into a gigantic mansion, free of charge. So what? No. He didn't get to complain. He didn't get to complain because he still had his group and he still had his parents. From Auriella’s point of view, she picked the short stick of the situation. Yet, he had the right to complain? Hell no.

“I was tricked into signing that contract. I was in a pretty successful group back in the states, but you wouldn't know that, would you?” She looks deep into Bang Chan’s eyes. “We just released an album, that I spent a year writing and perfecting by the way, and the next thing I know I get called into a meeting expecting a conversation about the songs I wrote for the album but you wanna know what I got instead?” Auriella was standing now. He wanted answers? He was about to get them. Loud and clear.

“Pray tell, your majesty, what did little baby Auriella get?” Chan continued to tease her despite the tears of anger and frustration he saw rolling down her face.

“A plane ticket and a letter of termination from my group.” Everyone in the room was shocked to hear the young girl’s blunt response.

“What are you-” Chan began to ask but Auirella wasn't done.

“That's right. I was pulled out of the group that I started and shoved on a plane. Why? Because your company wanted you to have more publicity to promote your group.” She made sure to maintain eye contact with the leader while she emphasized to ensure he was getting the point.

“You hear anything odd about what I just said, Chan? Because I did.” Auriella made sure to single him out. He was the only one of the members to treat her unfairly. “All of this was done for you, therefore you are the only one to benefit in any way. I lost my group, so you could keep yours. I had to halt my career, so you could get more attention for yours. I had to move to the other side of the fucking world for you! So no, Chan, this isn't my fault, it's yours.” She pointed an accusing finger at the now silent idol, who continued to stare at the spot in front of him.

“I tried to make the best of the situation because at least one of us would benefit somehow. Even if I lost everything, at least you and your group would be better off. Hell, I even bought this house so you could all be more comfortable. I chose not to fight and throw a fit over this situation because I don't want to be selfish and only think of myself. What do you know about that? Being selfless?” She had lowered her voice now, drained and frustrated from the treatment she had received as well as the unnecessary argument.

Some of the members who were still learning english turned to Felix and Jisung for a better translation of what had just occurred. By the time the two boys had finished explaining, Auriella had vanished. The entire dining room fell silent as the shock set in with the new information that was revealed.

“Like I was saying, hyung, she was forced into the situation too, but what do I know, right?” Changbin said looking at his leader in irritation. He had tried to say this earlier but Chan was quick to cut off his words and deem his input as irreverent.

“Changbin-ah-” Chan sighed, disappointed in himself.

“Don't bother.” Changbin pushed out his chair and walked off towards the staircase leading to his room.

Chan messed up. He knew that now. Not only had he misjudged an innocent girl but he also unfairly lost his temper on one of his members and he knew he had to make things better.

Since dinner was clearly over, the remaining members cleared the table and soon excused themselves to their respective rooms. Bang chan stayed behind though and went out to the balcony to get some fresh air. On days when he felt overwhelmed or stressed, he liked to go out alone to think and reevaluate things that were on his mind.

Chan wished he had given Aurilla a chance. All of the things Chan fought for, Auriella had taken from her and it was her fault. He cursed at her, teased and made fun of her while she had been nothing but nice and welcoming to him and his group. She cooked for them and even bought a large house so that they could more comfortable. How did he repay her? By calling her names and blaming her for something he knew nothing about.

“I am such a dick.” Chan muttered to the dark sky, as he looked to the stars.

“Yes, you are.” A soft voice startles him out of his thoughts. “Glad to know that you’re aware.”

“Auriella..” He stands to find the new voice in the darkness.

Coming into the light and closing the sliding door, Auriella signed and sat on one of the many chairs out on the deck. “I get it, Chan. You fight tooth and nail for your group and to make your family proud and you didn't want to risk a stranger messing up any of that for you. I get it.”

“If I knew..I am so sorry, Auriella. I swear, I had no idea that they did all of that to you and your group. You did so much for us and I just..” The disappointment and shame was clear in the boy’s voice.

Auriella stared at him for a moment. He wasn't a bad person, he was afraid and fragile. Auriella knew the music industry all too well and she was aware of the harsh conditions and rules of it as well. Though Korea was an entirely different place, she had heard enough horror stories of the industry on this part of the world to stay away and be cautious. He was just trying to protect himself and his group from the harsh world that was K-pop.

Thought she understood, that didn't give him the right to treat her the way. She had lost too much and sacrificed too much for him and all he could do was judge and assume. He didn't have to like her and she didn't have to like him but they were stuck. Al they had to do was pretend until their companies took pity on them and let them out of their contract.

“How about this,” She suggested with a smile, a faint outline of her dimple making itself clear. “You stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours. We do what JYP wants until this whole thing is over and we leave it at that.” She said, keeping firm eye contact.

Chan was startled to hear that. “I-i dont-.”

“You don't have to like me. You don't have to be my friend. But you don't get to judge me or assume anything about my life because you don't know me.” Without giving the boy a second glance, the small girl walked off back into the house, her footsteps fading into the darkness.

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The next morning, sounds of laughter and squeals filled the large kitchen. After Auriella had gone back into the house the night before, Jisung bumped to Auriella and saw she was upset. After staying up most of the night venting and getting to know one another, Jisung and Auriella had gotten close.

“You're gonna burn the bacon, Han!” Auriella giggled as he bumped his hips into hers, pushing her away from her mixing bowl of pancake batter.

“Me? I have no idea what you mean.” Jisung laughed, his Malaysian accent stronger than ever.

The two were oblivious to the nine pairs of eyes watching them from the entrance to the kitchen. The ruckus of pots, pans and laughter had awoken the group of sleeping boys from their slumber. Meeting each other in the hallway and sharing looks of confusion, they followed the sounds down the stairs and soon found their member and the young girl cooking. Together.

After a few moments of watching and whispering to one another, Minho cleared his throat to break apart the giggling pair.

“Uh..good morning?” Hyunjin greeted in english.

“Good morning! How’d you all seep?” Auriella beamed.

“Umm pretty good. I see you two are friendly this morning.” Felix said, eyeing the two cautiously.

Jisung shared a kind smile with the smaller girl and turned back to the stove.

“Jeongin, honey?” Auriella called out sweetly to the young boy. She was going to need some help setting the table for breakfast.

“Noona?” He replied almost instantly, seemingly out of habit.

The room grew quiet. They hadn't gotten a chance to talk about honorifics yet, seeing as Auriella wasn't a korean but would be living in korea from now on.

“I’m sorry?” Auriella looked shocked. Had he just cursed at her in korean?

Jisung laughed at the girls offended expression. “We need to teach you korean as soon as possible.”

As the group sat down eating breakfast, Chan’s phone rang and his tone changed from calm to serious and down to business. Once he hung up, he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

“That was JYP, he wants us to meet him at the company.” He announced.

“Us as in..?” Felix asked.

Chan turned to Auriella, looking in her general direction but still not directly at her, “All of us.”

In the car on the way to the company, the boys told Auriella about basic korean expectations when it came to elders. They told her about bowing and taught her a few polite words to use in vase they ran into any other artists that were older than them. They were taken through a back alley way and into a secret door to avoid being seen and photographed. They didn't need to explain a ‘mystery girl’ to their fans just yet, not until the company was ready for them to.

After getting into an elevator and going up a few floors, the group walked into the room they were told to go to and walked in to find JYP sitting behind his desk.

“Welcome come in, come in.” Auriella was surprised to hear english coming from the man.

“Hi! What’s-” The bubbly girl began to say just as the boys behind her bowed and greeted in korean. Whoops.

“Auriella, remember what I said about-” Felix started.

“No, no it's okay. So you must be the famous Auriella. You're very cute.” JYP said smiling down at the small girl.

“Oh, thank you, sir.” The girl blushed and began fiddling with her fingers.

“Aigoo.” The man cooed. “You'll fit right in here. Everyone is going to love you. How are you all getting along? I hope these boys haven't given you any trouble. “He looked back up to the members behind her, raising an eyebrow.

Auriella didn't hesitate. “They've been great! I think we’ll be good friends.” she smiled big.

Chan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Even though him and Auriella had talked, barley, he didn't expect her to be so quick to cover his unfair actions towards her.

“I’m glad to hear that!” He exclaimed. “Well, the reason I called you all down her is because I thought you might be a bit more comfortable if you met some more people. Since you're going to be around from now on, I thought it would be nice to introduce you to some other artists here at the company.” He explained.

“Oh, yes! That would be nice. I’m always open to making new friends.” She was excited. If she was going to be stuck in a foreign country, at least she could make new friends and memories.

“Great! A lot of our artists are busy with tours and comebacks at the moment but one of our other groups happen to have a free schedule today and are very excited to meet you.” He said.

“They know me?” She asked shyly.

“Yes, they do and one of the members is your biggest fan, so he's been waiting to meet you.” He confessed with a wink and kind smile.

“Now I cant wait. I love meeting my fans.” She said, feeling giddy.

“Well, come on, they are in one of the practice rooms.”

The group followed JYP down the hall and into a room that had loud music and laughter coming from it. Walking in, there were 7 boys total spread all throughout the room. Some were lying across the floor while some stood against the mirrored wall or in a chair. They all turned their heads towards the door when they walked in.

Jyp said something in Korean to the new group of boys after one of the men turned off the stereo. They all got into a line and bowed to their CEO and the members of Stray Kids did the same to their superior group as well. The tallest member of the group locked eyes with Auriella but quickly looked away when she sent a smile his way.

Auriella, I would like you to meet Got7. They-” The CEO didn't get a chance to finish before an excited male voice squealed.

“Ella!?”

The girl was confused. The only person who called her that was-

“Jack-jack?” The boy in question opened his arms wide towards the small girl as she ran to him and jumped onto him with a loud giggle.

The remaining people in the room were confused at the sudden interaction of the two hugging people.

Felix turned to his leader. “How does she know Jackson sunbaenim?” he whispered.

“I have no clue, mate, but they seem..” Chan paused as they all watched Jackson kisses her forehead and spin her in a circle. “Close?”

Chan didn't know why but he felt his face reddened slightly in envy as Auriella looked up to his sunbae with such a bright smile. She tried to be kind to him and he ruined it. Now she hated him, and it was his fault. She didn't smile at him like that. So bright and happy. How did they know each other? And how were they so close?

Chan had a lot of time to re-think and regret his actions towards Auriella. He tried many times to approach her but each time, she brushed him off coldly. He just wanted to start over. He had unknowingly ruined her life and he wanted to at least try to make that better, but he couldn't do that if she avoided him like the plague.

He wanted to be her friend too. In the short time she was around, he couldn't help but notice is members becoming more and more infatuated with her. Her tiny squeaks when someone would pop up in front of her unexpectedly, how she would turn red in the face when one of the members would keep eye contact a little too long. She was sweet and kind and innocent and she had been handed an unfair battle that she couldn't win; a contract. Bang Chan just wanted to fix the mess he caused. That would be though, considering she wanted nothing to do with him.

“I heard an Auriella was coming but I had no idea it was my little baby! How have you been? Last I heard you were trying to get signed to a record label.” Jackson Wang said as he looked down at the small girl.

“I got signed to one! Ugh so much has happened, you wouldn't believe.” She said with a look. “ Hows mama? And papa? Are doing well?” She started up at Jackson.

“Wait, how do you guys know each other?” JYP asked, his voice full of confusion.

“We met a national tournament. I was on the national fencing team and little Ella here,” He rubbed her head affectionately. “was chosen to sing the national anthem. My family and I were assigned to take care of her while she was in China and she stayed with us and traveled with the team while we competed.” He explained.

“Ah, I see.” The CEO said. “Well, it's nice to see that she already has a friend here. You guys seem close.” He observed.

“You have to meet everyone!” Jacson exclaimed, jumping about. He pulled the small girl by her waist towards his eager group mates and began introducing them to each other.

“Oh, and this is our youngest member, Yugyeom. He’s your biggest fan.” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows as he introduced his two friends.

“I heard you were a fan. I’m so excited to meet you!” Auriella smiled brightly as she held her hand to the taller boy.

“I-it is nice to meet you.” He stuttered, discreetly wiping his right hand on his shirt before shaking the girls petite hand. Yugyeom’s heart sped up the moment their hands touched. The boy had been a fan of her and her group for years, constantly talking about her to his members which led to teasing but he never thought he would ever get the chance to meet her, let alone be signed to the same company.

Jackson saw how flustered his bandmate had become and laughed and put his arm around Auriella once more.

“You can stare at her later, maknae.” He teased before turning to look at the young girl at his side. “You and I have some catching up to do.”

Across the room, the members of Stray kids stared in awe at the unexpected reunion.

“Wow, that's so amazing. It's a small world, huh?” Felix said, amazed.

“Yeah, crazy.” Chan replied, sounding distracted, staring at the group before him but his eyes were distant.