#entirely correct and impeccable vibes

[hppjmxrgosg]

I have a gift for you, to lift spirits with either the fun of Yay Science Memes or Hilarious But Harmless Misinformation that you can giggle over while I Perish of Embarrassment:

Said gift, (my ridiculous attempt at a meme):

(Does this pretty much summarise my knowledge of organic chemistry? ……..shhhhh.)

((A few weeks ago we were going into those super delicious ins and outs of protein synthesis, (YAY, CELLS) and while describing the makeup of amino acids our teacher off handedly mentioned the information displayed above and all I could think about was that information in meme format.))

I hope you are well!!!!!!!! Good luck with your studying!! I am sending you copious amounts of vibes. The new chapter absolutely slaps, as does the rest of your writing, like wow I love the way you word, it feels oddly like it could have poured from my own brain, I am so seamless sucked into it. Also the chemistry references were beautiful, I was kicking my feet reading them. I was vibrating with feral joy for pretty much the entire work actually, and the others of yours I have snooped. (I was having a too chicken to comment day, if you may forgive as such). But back to topic! Your brain is brilliant. Impeccably vibey. Full of fun info. You shall smash this midterm!!!! Or at the very most least do the best you can on that day!!!!!! You already know that, ignore me, I am rambling!!!! But anyway!!! Good luck!!! Good vibes!!! Many thanks!!!!

(I haven’t done an ask before so if I have broken any etiquettes or made you uncomfortable, my sincere-most apologies. (If not, yay! You can ignore this side note. If yes, of course feel free to ignore this altogether))

I’m gonna send this before I chicken out. Wishing you the best!!!!

STOP OMG THANK YOUUU

and yes yes, your chemistry is correct beautiful wonderful spectacular (from like a formal charge perspective i wont get into it).

thank you so much for the compliments! and im glad you enjoyed my other works too!! (my itty bitty one shots often get overlooked but i fear they are my best work)

and dont worry you did great on the ask pookie.

much love,

-h

[trucecaboose]

Even After Everything.

Chapter 1

Chapter Two: Midnight Confessions and Southern Charm

It was a quiet Thursday evening in Grandville, Michigan, the kind of night where the sky looked like melted indigo and the air held the first whispers of spring. Sutton curled up on her couch in her favorite oversized hoodie—Her brother Olivers from his high school football days—and a pair of worn leggings that had seen better years. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands falling into her eyes as she balanced a container of leftover lasagna on her knee.

AJ was already tucked into his crib, having worn himself out after a thrilling half-hour of running-and falling-in circles around the living room in his Batman onesie. Now, the house was blanketed in stillness, the baby monitor glowing on the side table like a nightlight for Sutton herself.

She flicked through her texts before opening her Tumblr DMs. Her heart did that now-familiar flutter when she saw the notification.

Rowan: Okay I have to ask—was the girl who played commander Lexa in “The 100” grown in a lab? Because that woman’s face… it’s a weapon.

Sutton barked a laugh, quickly typing back.

Sutton: Not just her face. That voice?? That way she talked?? That girl speaks and my taxes pay themselves.

Rowan: I’d marry her AND Clarke. At the same time. With matching rings. I’d change my last name to theirs. Start our own clan..

Sutton: Rowan Kom Lezkru sounds powerful. I’d join that clan.

Rowan: LMAO… I’d let you.

Their banter flowed like water now, a rhythm they’d settled into without even realizing it. Every night for the past couple months, they talked—about everything and nothing. It started with books and shows, but soon expanded into daily annoyances, childhood stories, career woes, and occasionally, quiet admissions of fears they didn’t say out loud to anyone else.

Sutton found herself looking forward to it more than she wanted to admit. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Getting attached to someone she’d never even heard speak aloud. But Rowan had a way of making her feel… seen. Like the version of herself that still existed beyond diapers and early shifts and exhaustion.

She reached for her water bottle and read Rowan’s next message.

Rowan: So today I had this patient who insisted on calling me “Nurse Ellie” the entire time, and no matter how many times I corrected him, he just smiled like, “Sure, Ellie.”

Sutton: At least it’s cute. One of my patients today called me “Satan Wixx.”

Rowan: …please tell me you wore red scrubs.

Sutton: Worse. Purple ones. He said it was the color of evil.

Rowan: He’s not wrong. Purple is sus.

Sutton: This feels like slander against Prince.

Rowan: Never. I’d never disrespect the purple rain king.

Sutton smiled, leaning her head back against the couch cushions. The apartment smelled faintly of lavender from the diffuser she’d turned on earlier, and she allowed herself to close her eyes for a second, letting the comfort of Rowan’s words settle over her like a weighted blanket.

Then, another message popped through.

Rowan: Hey, random question. What’s your go-to comfort movie?

Sutton sat up, grinning. That was an easy one.

Sutton: “Bend It Like Beckham.” Hands down.

Rowan: Oh my God, yes. The queer undertones. The late ‘90s vibes. The soundtrack? Flawless.

Sutton: I wanted to be Jess. Or date Jess. Or just… be in that movie forever.

Rowan: You totally give off Jess energy, honestly. Like, tough but soft? Loyal? And secretly hot in a hoodie?

Sutton stared at the message, cheeks warming. She didn’t know how Rowan did that—slipping compliments into casual conversation like it wasn’t a big deal. Like she wasn’t turning Sutton’s insides to soup with just a few words.

She took a deep breath and replied.

Sutton: Okay, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me this month. Your turn. What’s yours?

Rowan: “Fried Green Tomatoes.”

Sutton: Another queer-coded classic. Your taste is impeccable.

Rowan: I cried when I first saw it. Idgie and Ruth had me in a chokehold.

Sutton: They still do.

Rowan: You know, if we ever meet, we should have a movie night with all the best sapphic cinema. I’ll bring popcorn and wine.

The words hit Sutton like a gentle jolt. If we ever meet.

She bit her bottom lip, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. It wasn’t the first time the idea had crept into her mind, but it was the first time it had been said—typed—out loud. Real.

Would they ever meet?

And if they did… what would Rowan think of her? Of AJ?

Would she think Sutton was a liar for not saying anything sooner?

She hadn’t meant to keep AJ a secret. It just felt safer, somehow, to preserve this one part of her life where she was just Sutton. Not “Mom” or “the girl who kept a rape baby.” Just a 26-year-old nurse who liked fanfiction and PB&J sammiches while having 2 a.m. conversations with a beautiful stranger.

Still, she needed to say something. Soon.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she wanted to stay in this warm little bubble of what-if.

Sutton: You really think we’d vibe in real life?

Rowan: I think we already do. You make me laugh. You make me feel… safe, somehow. Like I don’t have to be anyone but myself. I like that.

Sutton swallowed hard. Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed.

Sutton: I feel that way with you too.

There was a pause.

Then…

Rowan: Then maybe we should think about meeting.

Sutton’s stomach flipped. She read the words again, then again, heart thudding like a slow drumbeat.

Sutton: You serious?

Rowan: Yeah. I mean… we talk every night. I already feel like I know you. I’d love to actually meet you. Even if it’s just for a weekend.

Sutton: I think I’d like that.

There it was. The line crossed. The shift from fantasy to possibility.

Sutton leaned her head back again, this time letting herself smile fully. It wasn’t a commitment, not yet. But it was something.

Something real.

Just as she was about to say more, the monitor crackled. AJ let out a little whimper, half-asleep, before settling again with a soft sigh. Sutton got up quietly, crossing the room and peeking into his nursery. Her heart softened at the sight of him—his soft curls stuck to his forehead, one chubby hand clutching his blanket.

“I love you so much, baby boy,” she whispered. “Always.”

She returned to the couch and typed one last message for the night.

Sutton: Let’s keep talking about it. I’ll figure things out. But yeah… I’d really like to meet you too, Rowan.

The reply came a second later.

Rowan: You just made my whole week, Sutton Wixx.

And somewhere, deep inside, Sutton felt something shift. Not just flutter. Not just hope.

Something like the very beginning of a new chapter.

[all-thethings]

Even After Everything

Chapter Two: Midnight Confessions and Southern Charm

It was a quiet Thursday evening in Grandville, the kind of night where the sky looked like melted indigo and the air held the first whispers of spring. Sutton curled up on her couch in her favorite oversized hoodie—Her brother Olivers from his high school football days—and a pair of worn leggings that had seen better years. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands falling into her eyes as she balanced a container of leftover lasagna on her knee.

AJ was already tucked into his crib, having worn himself out after a thrilling half-hour of running-and falling-in circles around the living room in his Batman onesie. Now, the house was blanketed in stillness, the baby monitor glowing on the side table like a nightlight for Sutton herself.

She flicked through her texts before opening her Tumblr DMs. Her heart did that now-familiar flutter when she saw the notification.

Rowan: Okay I have to ask—was the girl who played commander Lexa in “The 100” grown in a lab? Because that woman’s face… it’s a weapon.

Sutton barked a laugh, quickly typing back.

Sutton: Not just her face. That voice?? That way she talked?? That girl speaks and my taxes pay themselves.

Rowan: I’d marry her AND Clarke. At the same time. With matching rings. I’d change my last name to theirs. Start our own clan..

Sutton: Rowan Kom Lezkru sounds powerful. I’d join that clan.

Rowan: LMAO… I’d let you.

Their banter flowed like water now, a rhythm they’d settled into without even realizing it. Every night for the past couple months, they talked—about everything and nothing. It started with books and shows, but soon expanded into daily annoyances, childhood stories, career woes, and occasionally, quiet admissions of fears they didn’t say out loud to anyone else.

Sutton found herself looking forward to it more than she wanted to admit. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Getting attached to someone she’d never even heard speak aloud. But Rowan had a way of making her feel… seen. Like the version of herself that still existed beyond diapers and early shifts and exhaustion.

She reached for her water bottle and read Rowan’s next message.

Rowan: So today I had this patient who insisted on calling me “Nurse Ellie” the entire time, and no matter how many times I corrected him, he just smiled like, “Sure, Ellie.”

Sutton: At least it’s cute. One of my patients today called me “Satan Wixx.”

Rowan: …please tell me you wore red scrubs.

Sutton: Worse. Purple ones. He said it was the color of evil.

Rowan: He’s not wrong. Purple is sus.

Sutton: This feels like slander against Prince.

Rowan: Never. I’d never disrespect the purple rain king.

Sutton smiled, leaning her head back against the couch cushions. The house smelled faintly of lavender from the diffuser she’d turned on earlier, and she allowed herself to close her eyes for a second, letting the comfort of Rowan’s words settle over her like a weighted blanket.

Then, another message popped through.

Rowan: Hey, random question. What’s your go-to comfort movie?

Sutton sat up, grinning. That was an easy one.

Sutton: “Bend It Like Beckham.” Hands down.

Rowan: Oh my God, yes. The queer undertones. The late ‘90s vibes. The soundtrack? Flawless.

Sutton: I wanted to be Jess. Or date Jess. Or just… be in that movie forever.

Rowan: You totally give off Jess energy, honestly. Like, tough but soft? Loyal? And secretly hot in a hoodie?

Sutton stared at the message, cheeks warming. She didn’t know how Rowan did that—slipping compliments into casual conversation like it wasn’t a big deal. Like she wasn’t turning Sutton’s insides to soup with just a few words.

She took a deep breath and replied.

Sutton: Okay, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me this month. Your turn. What’s yours?

Rowan: “Fried Green Tomatoes.”

Sutton: Another queer-coded classic. Your taste is impeccable.

Rowan: I cried when I first saw it. Idgie and Ruth had me in a chokehold.

Sutton: They still do.

Rowan: You know, if we ever meet, we should have a movie night with all the best sapphic cinema. I’ll bring popcorn and wine.

The words hit Sutton like a gentle jolt. If we ever meet.

She bit her bottom lip, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. It wasn’t the first time the idea had crept into her mind, but it was the first time it had been said—typed—out loud. Real.

Would they ever meet?

And if they did… what would Rowan think of her? Of AJ?

Would she think Sutton was a liar for not saying anything sooner?

She hadn’t meant to keep AJ a secret. It just felt safer, somehow, to preserve this one part of her life where she was just Sutton. Not “Mom” or “the girl who kept a rape baby.” Just a 26-year-old nurse who liked fanfiction and PB&J sammiches while having 2 a.m. conversations with a beautiful stranger.

Still, she needed to say something. Soon.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she wanted to stay in this warm little bubble of what-if.

Sutton: You really think we’d vibe in real life?

Rowan: I think we already do. You make me laugh. You make me feel… safe, somehow. Like I don’t have to be anyone but myself. I like that.

Sutton swallowed hard. Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed.

Sutton: I feel that way with you too.

There was a pause.

Then…

Rowan: Then maybe we should think about meeting.

Sutton’s stomach flipped. She read the words again, then again, heart thudding like a slow drumbeat.

Sutton: You serious?

Rowan: Yeah. I mean… we talk every night. I already feel like I know you. I’d love to actually meet you. Even if it’s just for a weekend.

Sutton: I think I’d like that.

There it was. The line crossed. The shift from fantasy to possibility.

Sutton leaned her head back again, this time letting herself smile fully. It wasn’t a commitment, not yet. But it was something.

Something real.

Just as she was about to say more, the monitor crackled. AJ let out a little whimper, half-asleep, before settling again with a soft sigh. Sutton got up quietly, crossing the room and peeking into his nursery. Her heart softened at the sight of him—his soft curls stuck to his forehead, one chubby hand clutching his blanket.

“I love you so much, baby boy,” she whispered. “Always.”

She returned to the couch and typed one last message for the night.

Sutton: Let’s keep talking about it. I’ll figure things out. But yeah… I’d really like to meet you too, Rowan.

The reply came a second later.

Rowan: You just made my whole week, Sutton Wixx.

And somewhere, deep inside, Sutton felt something shift. Not just flutter. Not just hope.

Something like the very beginning of a new chapter.

[wincestisasincest]

I cannot put how much I appreciate waves on the shores into words like oh my god I think this is some of the best writing I’ve ever read in my entire life, I spend hours poring over the words and rereading each word until it’s burnt into my mind and I can recall random paragraphs to memory. The characterisation of Penny? The descriptive writing? Your absolute GENIUS incorporation of hextech and just the vibes your fic gives are absolutely impeccable. You are very much an inspiration to many including myself and honest to god your writing deserves so much more attention.

On a somewhat unrelated tangent do you ever think about what Penny would be like in the timeline where the arcane series takes place and what changes she’d make to the story?

Okay so first, sorry that this took me forever to answer this week was insane but akerhnkejthekt I got this at work and after I read it I had to go to the bathroom because I almost cried????????

Like yeah holy shit I don't know how else to say it other than I like unironically had tears in my eyes like the emotional loser that I am. Thank you thank you thank you this made my very shitty week a lot better

As for your question, yes, I have! here are a bunch of ways that it could go down, though I’m not bold enough to think that I could rewrite the perfection of Arcane. But here are my thoughts regardless!

Had she never met Viktor and Jayce, I could see her being way more involved in Zaun. In the first act, she’d come over with another gang or something that would help Silco take over Zaun, not really there because she wants to be, but there nonetheless. At one point, Singed or Silco recognizes this vulnerability and ends up conspiring with her to make the members of her gang the first test subjects of Shimmer (instead of Deckard), simultaneously giving them Shimmer monsters and getting some freedom for herself. However, when the battle against Vander goes down and she has to see what Shimmer properly does to people, it really fucks her up, and she realizes that, if this is to be the “base violence necessary for change,” then she doesn’t want anything to do with change, and goes back to Bilgewater.  

Between Act 1 and 2, she grows up and is, in general, a menace.

In Act 2 she comes back, for whatever reason, and gets involved with the plot. This one’s a little fuzzy, but the main reason why I chose to do it in the time skip instead of the main series was because I couldn’t think of a way where she could reasonably fall in love with Viktor in this time without sacrificing the plot and character growth. Acts 2 and 3 move pretty fast, and I wanted to take my time here.

It would depend on how close she is to the boys here, but I could mainly see her spending a lot of time with Heimerdinger, because both Heimerdinger and her would basically have to watch the same mistakes repeat themselves all over again. Her past experience with making weapons she’d see in Jayce, prioritizing survival above all else she’d see in Viktor, and, in general, Bilgewater is reflected in the power struggle. Powerful people are desperate to keep it and desperate people want a taste of power.

Towards the end, ideally, she and Heimerdinger (with some help from Ekko) would get over themselves and realize that they can break the cycle. Or maybe things would get worse >:)

As for what this would look like…

“You’re… you’re using Shimmer,” you hissed.

“And so what if I am?” Viktor said coldly, focused on measuring the correct amount of that slick purple substance to the milligram.

“So what?! I dunno if you’ve heard, but that shit is dangerous,” you scoffed, pulling his chair back from the desk and forcing yourself into the gap, blocking him off from his work with your body, “the hell are you trying to do?”

“This doesn’t concern you.”

“I didn’t ask if it concerned me.”

“I’m not going to explain it to you,” he growled, spying the drug as he looked around either side of your hips.

“Gods, look at you!” you shouted, “You know, I could fucking report you right now and you’d lose everything, but you’re not even worried about that! How much have you had?”

He tapped his foot impatiently, and it sounded like the slam of metal doors.

“Well?” you asked again, not letting up.

“You may tattle if you wish – I won’t stop you. But if you plan to take it away yourself,” he found your eyes, burning through your bravado with his piss-yellow irises, “you should expect resistance.”

“Put your dick away, I’m not gonna stop you either if you wanna kill yourself,” you spat, “but you should know what you’re getting into.”

“I know what-“

“No, you don’t.”

“Perhaps if you were terminally ill, you could not find it within yourself to stay around, but I do not succumb as easily,” he stood up, leering down at you. You didn’t budge.

“Of course you don’t, you’re too busy succumbing to something else!”

“Then do something about it or get out of my way.”  

You got the full width of his shoulders now that he was no longer huddled in on himself, clinging to his crutch. In fact, it looked like nothing had been wrong with his leg in the first place – he was standing perfectly straight, no pain, not even a whisper of a limp. He’d rewritten his own past and left everyone else to put the pieces together.

“You’re a dead man walking,” you brushed past him and slipped into the hallway.

It took everything inside of you to not turn around and smash that vial into the floor. You would’ve enjoyed watching him scramble to the ground as the flower-shaped splatter mark slipped between his fingers. But you saw what happened to Heimerdinger.

Nothing would change anyway. It was the same old story, except this time, you were just a blank face in the audience.

[fairybery]

The types as people I know:

ISTJ

Very judgmental, but would never judge you to your face

Eats plain flour and enjoys it

Has a thing for the color brown

Married an ESTP and is still embarrassed when he flirts with her in public

*blushes*

ESTJ:

She got stuck teaching math class for a day and I swear I thought she was gonna murder me

Organization is her drug of choice

How is her voice so loud? No one knows

Gives surprisingly practical life advice to all the overthinking NFs

Married to an ISTP and, contrary to what she says, she loves him a lot

INTP

Either sleeps for 3 days straight or not at all

Hacked his online schoolwork to do itself— literal tech genius

Conversely, he has never done anything productive ever, unless it’s to get out of work

Loves popsicles

Will stay up till 2 AM with you when you’re upset, but will only offer comfort via memes

ENTP

Spongebob fanatic

Didn’t go to college but is making more money than 97% of people his age

Told me that girls don’t need to go to college because they’re meant to get married and stay at home with the kids (#triggered)

Loves buying people gifts

Argues 24/7

ISTP

Married to ESTJ and proud of it

Constantly does things that make the ESTJ insane

Once bought an entire box of cow horns on EBay just because “they were cheap”

I can’t tell if he’s joking or being dead serious. The best way to handle this is by running as fast as you can in the opposite direction before he slays you in cold blood

Very musically challenged

ESTP

Quarterback in high school, now just a cool dad

Married to previously mentioned ISTJ. His personal goal in life is to make her blush in public

Is it confidence or cockiness? No one knows

Secretly very emotional

Dresses to the nines

INFP

Draws but isn’t very good at it

Attracts every male in a 45 mile radius. Leads them all on “innocently”

Likes songs with ukulele

Dresses like Audrey Hepburn

Loves old books and works in a library

ENFP

FLIRT ALERT (but accidentally— sometimes)

Sooo musical

It may look like she picked out her outfit in the dark, but no, it’s a fashion statement and she’s killing it

Self harmed as a teen, makes music instead now

Cried over her ESTP friend that swallowed a goldfish from Petsmart

ISFJ

Literally my mother

A little disorganized overall, but with impeccably tidy sock drawers

Is a wee bit passive aggressive at times

Can not understand a word her INTP son says, but loves him anyway

Very religious

ESFJ

A dude that is very offended that all of his MBTI stereotypes are “maternal”

Very educated; dumb at life (in an endearing way)

Pretends to be outgoing; is secretly socially anxious and shy

Best friends with ENFJ. They do very irresponsible things when they’re around each other

Lowkey has a crush on an ISTP but is way too shy to say so

INTJ

BIG fan of conspiracy theories, and has proven them all scientifically

Looks so angry but has uwu vibes on the inside

Giggles at puns and absurd memes, bored by actual jokes

Smart at everything but social skills (he’s not a freak— he just hates being around people)

Will debate literally anything

ENTJ

He’s only six and can beat me at every single one of his logic-based board games

Will remember that one promise you made 2 years ago

Cries when he doesn’t get to be in charge of the other kids

The other kids respect him as their leader and don’t challenge his playground authority

“Well actually..” proceeds to correct any grown up who speaks to him

ISFP

Very funky sense of style

Plays the piano and sings like a literal angel

Used to be very shy; is now the bubbliest person in the room

GREAT at organizing

Hobbies include thrifting and gossip

ESFP

Depressed but trying his best

Wears funky socks and ties

Loves to sing, play piano, or anything that involves him being in the spotlight

Very political

Married to an ISFJ who is mortified by his need of constant socialization

INFJ

Was a floor leader at college

Gives the *best* life advice

Proceeds to not follow any of the life advice she just gave you 2 days ago

Existential crises everywhere

Engaged to an INTJ. Imagine analytical conversation on steroids, x500

ENFJ

Got the nickname “Mr. Smiley” as a kid

Is lowkey pretty sad but you’d never know

Hasn’t cried in 9 years, and he’s only 16

Lovesss attention; will deny this fact to the grave

Needs physical affection or else he’ll die

[musicthatmadeus]

Folklore by Taylor Swift: An Album Review

by: (Older) Justine Choy

Taylor Swift’s music had always had a place in life. I remember watching her music videos play on MTV when I was a kid and singing my heart out to her most popular songs. However, I never really fully got into her music until she released folklore in July 2020. This record came in the perfect time of my life, when I was feeling extremely helpless and out of control due to the pandemic. I had this album on repeat the first few weeks it came out, and whenever I listened to it from beginning to end, I always felt more hopeful than I had been at the start.

The album begins with the 1, starting with simple piano chords that deftly build up sound through plucking guitar notes and casual drum beats. When Taylor Swift sings the opening line “I'm doing good/I'm on some new sh*t,” I immediately burst into tears. I wish that I, too, were doing good. (Or doing well, if we’re being grammatically correct. But that’s besides the point.) The simple production of limited instruments complements the heart-wrenching narrative of the lyrics as Swift wistfully laments on the one that got away. This song sets up the melancholic tone and pensive atmosphere of the rest of the record and is the perfect track to open the album with.

cardigan is the second track and lead single of the record. However, I found its production to be both lacking and underwhelming. The instrumentation stays constant throughout the entire song, with little to no variation in its inflection. The repeated piano riffs almost sound monotonous, and there is very little musical build-up throughout the song. The only thing that salvages the song is its lyrics, with poetic phrases such as “But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss/I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs.”

the last great american dynasty is a masterclass in storytelling, and it is one of the more outstanding tracks on the record. The song starts softly, with percussive piano notes and gentle drum beats moving the song forward at the beginning. The production slowly builds up throughout the song and creates an atmosphere that perfectly captures the tragic elegance and polish of Rebekah Harkness.

exile is a piano ballad that features Bon Iver acting as Swift’s estranged lover. The melody is a bit repetitive, and its monotony is further accentuated as the piano imitates every pitch of the vocals. The bridge is the best part of the song, and it makes listening to the plodding of the previous verses worth it. The production swells as the piano switches from playing notes to chords. Iver and Swift’s voices match perfectly, neither overpowering the other. Their anguish is evident in lyrics such as “You didn't even hear me out (You didn't even hear me out)/You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs).” The overall track sounds fairly cliche, but is still somewhat interesting to listen to.

The fifth song, my tears ricochet, is my least favorite track in the album, and I often skip it whenever I listen to the whole record. Choir-like vocalizations and soft synths make up the production of the track. The melody is repetitive and the narrative of the lyrics is cluttered. The only redeeming part of this song is Swift’s vocal performance, as it showcases her vocal range and shows how far she has come since her debut album.

mirrorball is an atmospheric piece that impeccably captures the feeling of high school angst and unsettled identity. Airy guitar chords resonate through soft drumming and chiming tambourines. With lines such as “I'm a mirrorball/I can change everything about me to fit in,” Swift flawlessly utilizes both the lyrics and the production to convey a narrative of unsteadiness and uncertainty.

The seventh track on the record, aptly titled seven, tells the story of looking back on a childhood friend. Swift’s breathy vocals, combined with the simple piano and guitar instrumentation, create a foggy, hazy atmosphere that perfectly conveys the theme of memory and nostalgia. The production builds up slowly throughout the song, emphasizing points in the narrative that are saturated with wistfulness and sentimentality. With Swift singing lines such as “Passed down like folk songs/The love lasts so long,” the overall song imbues feelings of reminiscence and longing to even its most callous listeners.

august tells the story of a short-lived summer romance. Gentle guitar strumming and resonant drum beats create a warm and hazy ambience befitting the narrative of the lyrics. Feelings of longing and affection are apparent in lines like “Salt air, and the rust on your door/I never needed anything more.” Swift’s echoey vocals, paired with the atmospheric production, give the track an enticing sense of pining and intrigue.

this is me trying is a melancholic song that has Swift repeatedly stating “I just wanted you to know that this is me trying.” A feeling of repetitiveness and an eagerness for reconciliation are evident in the circular, iterative form of the melody. Buzzing synths and sonorous brass horns create a soundscape that is quietly grandiose. The bridge, composed of the quickly-spat lines “And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound/It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you/You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town” make the track’s setting vivid and specific: I could almost imagine the song play out like a movie in my head.

The next track, illicit affairs, has a deceptively calm production that contradicts the intense narrative of the lyrics. It opens with peaceful guitar plucking, and soft vocals and quiet synths enter as the song goes on. The almost serene instrumentation makes the fervor of the bridge much more impactful, as Swift wails “Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"/Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me.” illicit affairs contains all of the conflicting emotions a person in an affair would feel, and Swift masterfully utilizes both the lyrics and the instrumentation to tell this story in a compelling way.

invisible string opens with tranquil guitar plucking, similar to that of the previous track. This is where the similarities stop: while illicit affairs is about heartbreak, invisible string tells the story of an inevitable sort of love. The track sounds quiet yet upbeat due to the ascending nature of its musical form. The minimal instrumentation makes the song sound warm and intimate. Listening to this song makes me want to experience being in love, and it thaws my heart even on the worst of days.

mad woman is not my favorite track on folklore. It sounds a bit monotonous, and its production offers nothing different from what the previous songs on the record had. The narrative is rather intriguing; however, its redundant production does not do its lyrics any justice. The constant, plodding piano riff and incongruent drum beats distract from Swift’s vocal performance. If this track was taken off the record, I would not feel sorry for it.

epiphany is Swift’s ode to both her grandfather and the frontliners of the pandemic. It is a beautiful tribute of a song, with atmospheric organ-like synths and choral vocal hymns. The lyrics are poetic and poignant, with lines such as “Someone's daughter, someone's mother/Holds your hand through plastic now.” Swift crafts vignettes of fragility cut through with a sharp sense of bleakness. It is a very emotional song that always leaves me raw after listening to it.

The fourteenth track, betty, is reminiscent of Swift’s country roots. It is an extremely fun song to belt (I know this from experience), with a compelling narrative about teenage love and heartbreak. Warm-sounding guitar plucking and full-rounded piano chords create a sentimental atmosphere that supports Swift’s earnest and heartfelt lyrics. A harmonica adds an extra layer of bluesy sound to the production. The music modulates at the last chorus, wonderfully reinforcing the turning point of the plot. Lines such as “But if I just showed up at your party/Would you have me? Would you want me?” capture the youthful vibe of the story and makes listening to this track almost like hearing a coming of age movie.

peace is my absolute favorite song of Taylor Swift’s. Its production stands out from all of the others on the album. While the other tracks rely on atmospheric guitars and resonant drum beats to create a dreamy ambience, peace creates a quiet soundscape through warm, strumming basses and a beeping drum machine that almost sounds like warning tones. Swift’s lyrics contradict the tranquil quality of the music, with beautiful, poetic lines such as “The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me/Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?” The breathy, soft vocals perfectly combine with the tenderness of the music to create a mood that is both fond and uncertain.

The last track on the record, hoax, is a light piano ballad composed of gentle vocals and delicate piano riffs. Swift’s lyrics tell a story of hurt and hopelessness, with lines dripping with fragile coarseness such as “Stood on the cliffside screaming, "Give me a reason"/Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in.” Although it is not the most optimistic, its subdued emotions and melancholic tones make it the perfect song to close the album with.

folklore is a welcome departure from Swift’s usually overproduced albums. It is a beautifully-written, cohesive-sounding record that is both hauntingly pensive and wistfully hopeful. The production on this record has greatly influenced my taste in genres and musical aesthetics, and I find myself often reaching to listen to this album whenever I get bored of listening to other songs. folklore is a masterpiece of an album, and I would give anything to have the chance to listen to it for the first time all over again.

[thedreadvampy]

please keep talking abt wrestling. i've kinda fallen into this hole recently and, since you're cool af, I would love to know whatever you have to say about it

Well I mostly watch AEW although I was very into Progress before the pandemic (which is a London-based indie promotion that's also basically the feed source for NXT UK) but idk whether or in what state Progress will come back not just bc of the pandemic but bc this year's wrestling abuse scandals involved a lot of their management and core roster so they've had to really reshuffle.

anyway that's an unnecessarily grim diversion let's talk AEW (I'm a few episodes behind bc I watch on Zoom with my pals and it's easy to fall behind while trying to line up our schedules, we're gonna watch Winter Is Coming tonight)

This blog's opinions are:

Women's wrestling is severely underrated and that's the fault of the promotion not the fans, AEW has a phenomenally talented women's roster with a big fan following but consistently gives them no air time, very little space to develop plots, one match per episode that the commentators half-ignore, and only ever one plot at a time. I love Hikaru Shida, Nyla Rose and Britt Baker as characters but there's a huge women's roster of compelling characters who only ever show up on Dark or for a single bout not tied into any particular plot on Dynamite and it's very wearing. When they launched AEW they made a big deal about equal pay for the men and women's rosters and paying the same regardless of gender and fan status, purely based on card position, but that means absolutely nothing if there's only ever one women's match and it's always at the same mid-card position. Sorry to open on a negative but it makes me so mad that WWE, the company which is notoriously misogynistic and whose director had to be shown Asian schoolgirl porn to accept that the audience would find Japanese wrestlers "sexy enough" to put in the ring, is somehow a better venue for women's wrestling than AEW. like fuckkkkkkkkk just treat the women's roster like you would the men's!!!!

on which note, AEW Heels, the Paid Fanclub For Women Who Like Wrestling, is the most half-assed attempt to court the female wrestling audience I've ever seen (and I watched WWE's Revolution pay-per-view where the line was 'isn't it nice that the men have allowed women to have their own PPV thanks to all the men who made this possible'). like ok I COULD give you money to Be A Female Fan OR, wild concept, you could do more than one women's match per episode on your flagship show and not relegate the women's tag title to YouTube

Relatedly, There's Too Much Wrestling. As you can probably tell from the fact I'm 4 episodes behind on Dynamite, I struggle enough to fit 2 hours of wrestling into my week, but AEW also expected me to keep up with Dark, BTE, and sometimes other side projects? and now also Impact and NWA and sometimes NJPW. and then if I want to recognise big names they're bringing in I would also have had to watch WWE which like. there's even more WWE than AEW. idk I'm a completionist and it's simply not possible to watch All The Relevant Wrestling bc that would be like. 20 hours a week and I have a job and a life and stuff. like I watch AEW Dynamite and BTE and that does me.

this is all very negative but I love wrestling! I got into it a couple of years ago and it's absolutely incredible to me I love the artistry I love the athleticism I love the creativity and the fun people have with their characters. and the reason I gave up on WWE as soon as AEW started up is that it feels so much like the wrestlers are given space to play and to find the stories they want to tell.

MJF is a DELIGHT he's like one of my favourite heels he's so loathsome and so much fun! and there's like a really good consistent emotional core to his overall storyline of desperate insecurity I'm so into it and I'm so hype about when inevitably Wardlow's gonna turn on him. I love the resonance of his relationship with Cody vs his relationship with Wardlow and also the extremely strong gay unrequited love vibes that keep popping up here.

Hikaru Shida is AMAZING I love her. did u know she makes her own ring gear and learnt to speak English pretty much from scratch when she joined AEW a year ago and is now cutting full promos in English? also her facial acting? 😘👌👌👌👌

Sonny Kiss is phenomenal I hope they're on Dynamite more bc not only is she a phenomenal character in their own right but when she started tagging with Joey Janela their in-ring chemistry actually made me LIKE Janela for the first time. also it warms my heart that JR, despite being kind of an old fogey, is regularly correcting other commentators on their pronoun use and vocally acknowledging that Sonny is nonbinary.

honestly JR does just warm my heart in general like he visibly struggled early on with getting out of the 2000s mindset on Female Wrestlers Are Sexy Divas and he accidentally misgendered Nyla Rose one time but he's been really open to criticism and often gone to bat for the trans and queer members of the roster. he seems like a nice guy and I'm glad he's here, which I didn't think I'd be saying a year ago yk?

I know I already said this but Chris Jericho is a phenomenon. he just makes everything FUCKING FUN every story he tells is wild and hilarious. The Inner Circle gives me life (on this blog we stan Ortiz) and his beef with Orange Cassidy was pure gold.

Also Matt Hardy is here!!!! I love Matt Hardy, I think his Ultimate Deletion match with Bray Wyatt was what made me realise how fun wrestling can be and he always brings the creativity. He's been through a lot of shit in his life, I'm really happy that he's able to work with a promotion that gives him room to be as hogwild as he wants because Matt Hardy's great strength is being absolutely off-the-chain weird. I love him.

Speaking of Matt Hardy and the Inner Circle have you seen the Stadium Stampede from this summer? honestly worth buying the whole PPV just for that it's wild choice after wild choice for 45 minutes it might be the best wrestling match ever. idk if I like it better when Matt Jackson Northern Lights suplexes Sammy Guevara the entire length of a football field, when Matt Hardy chases Sammy with a golf cart, the whole bit where Adam Page just goes off and gets drunk in a bar and has a brawl with Jake Hager, the bit where Proud & Powerful try to drown Matt Hardy but every time he goes underwater he comes up in a different costume and persona - holy shit it's just amazing it's everything I love about wrestling

Moving away from AEW, the best wrestling storyline I've ever seen is Progress' story with Cara Noir and Ilya Dragonov. They're both phenomenal wrestlers but also the raw power and emotional weight of the story? it's simple but it's heartachingly beautiful I was lucky enough to be in the audience for the second of 3 matches in the story and I was nearly in tears it's so theatrical and balletic???? Check it out if you can it's in Progress' video archives (those are all pay-to-watch though. I think they're also on Amazon Prime for American viewers?)

Cara Noir is probably my favourite wrestler, although Nyla Rose, Charlotte Flair, Chris Jericho, Luchasaurus and Adam Page are all up there. He's just the most phenomenal physical performer and he really gets how much theatre is in wrestling, his facial acting is impeccable and he's not afraid to take hard bumps and really sell. also he just seems like a very sound person out of character (touch wood), he's very principled and takes his work and the wellbeing of his colleagues really seriously which is what you want in a wrestler

[doomedandstoned]

PSYCHO LAS VEGAS IV

~Festival Review~

Words by Roman Tamayo | Photos by Sally Townsend | Films by Arturo Gallegos

Psycho Las Vegas is a unique experience: more than 70 bands play for 4 days in 4 stages. This is not a regular festival; it represents the triumph of the underground scene that loves heavy, slow, and psychedelic riffs. We are living in the golden era for this kind of music: bands like Electric Wizard or High on Fire playing in a big arena, the dream has come true. This festival is opening the doors on the American continent for new bands, while consolidating the old ones -- they will probably be the next legends like Led Zeppelin or Black Sabbath. I flew in from Mexico City for Psycho this year and hope that in the near future the festival will turn its eyes to the thriving Latin America scene.

PSYCHO SWIM

The first day of the festival, I had the chance to see bands like Primitive Man, Danava, Lucifer, and Corrosion of Conformity playing on a stage overlooking a big pool, affectionately nicknamed the "slosh pit." For such a setting, the sound was amazing, the atmosphere unique; it was the start of a big party that would continue non-stop for the next three days. You could see fans from different parts of the United States and other countries like México, Argentina, France, Canada, and so forth. The cultural exchange and the vibe of friendship were amazing.

Primitive Man

I don't have words enough to describe how loud and heavy these guys are live. I think the correct way to describe it is: a massive wall of sound melting your face. In my opinion, Primitive Man emerged as one of the heaviest bands of the festival.

Lucifer

Lucifer was one of the most anticipated bands of the event. The line to access the stage was long, with people waiting upwards of 20 minutes to get access. As for the show, I think they stole the night. Nicke Andersson and Johanna Sadonis have an incredible band. You can feel the fuzzy vibe of the ‘70s all over their songs, carried out by musicians who are quite skilled for the job.

Corrosion of Conformity

Kirk Windstein from Crowbar introduced Corrosion of Conformity in the final show of the night and the entire crowd started to party. The sound was amazing, you can see why they are living legends. They played a lot of classic songs like "Albatross," "Clean my Wounds," "Broken Man," along with plenty of surprises beneath the starlit sky.

DAY ONE

Arthur Brown

It's Friday and Psycho Las Vegas has officially begun! I saw the God of Hellfire himself, Arthur Brown, to open things up on the main stage -- a big arena with an amazing sound. The living legend was back once again to offer us one of the most magical shows of the entire festival. The godfather of the shock rock let us know that there is no age restriction to being a rocker. The mix of clothes, musicians, vibe, passion, and love were the perfect combination, and the audience warmly recognized Arthur Brown for his many years of music.

Graveyard

After Arthur Brown, it was Graveyard's turn to wow us. The arena was full for this show. The Swedish stoner-blues outfit played an incredible set with songs from all of their albums: "The Siren," "Hisingen Blues," "Please Don't," "Goliath," etc. The sound was impeccable. With wider exposure like this, these guys could very well be recognized as the next Led Zeppelin.

Godspeed You Black Emperor!

After the break, I saw Montreal experimentalists, Godspeed You Black Emperor! Without doubt, one of the most impressive acts of Psycho -- more than music, it was a breathtaking experience. The visuals coupled with the sound had me in a trance for the duration of the performance by these eight musicians. One of our favorite shows.

Yob

Next, I arrived at the Beach Stage for Yob. I was very excited about this show, but unfortunately the audio from this venue was horrible during all three days. The mixing console was next to the stage and the audio engineers did not have a clue of how the sound was outside. Yob played an incredible show, nonetheless. During the last song, Colin from Amenra sang with Mike. What a great collaboration to witness!

High on Fire

After YOB, I ran to see High on Fire on the main stage, but it was the same story -- the sound was terrible. That, however, didn't stop the crowd from getting into the spirit of the songs, and they formed big circles for the mosh pit. The new drummer suffered a little bit during some of the numbers, though Matt and Jeff tried their best to coordinate with him. Certainly not the best show from the band, I’m afraid.

Fu Manchu

On the other hand, Fu Manchu radiated with pure energy. The sound was a little better than it was for Yob's set and the Cali legends did their best to offer us a killer show even with these conditions. Fu played a lot of classic songs: "King of the Road," "Saturn III," "California Crossing," "Evil Eye," and "Laserbl'ast!" One of my favorite bands of the festival and, in my opinion, deserving of a better stage.

Electric Wizard

Finally, I arrived to Electric Wizard. Tons of people tried to access to the main stage, it was crazy. Thankfully, the sound was beautiful. EW is heavy and loud, so imagine this sound in a big arena: massive waves of sonic force crashing against your face. The new bassist Haz (ex-Hawkwind) gives a new sense of heaviness, you can feel the difference he contributes. The band looked so happy playing songs like "Return the Trip," "See You In Hell," "Black Mass," etc. An unforgettable sonic encounter to be in the first rows for.

DAY TWO

Old Man Gloom

During my second day, I spent a lot of time at the main stage. The first band that opened the stage was Old Man Gloom, one of the best acts of the festival. After the loss of Caleb, Aaron Turner and the other guys continued the project. The sound was pure and direct -- you could feel your chest vibrating with every riff. Seeing Aaron Turner play made you want to move your head like a crazy.

Triumph of Death

Triumph of Death is a tribute to Hellhammer with Tom Warrior on front -- one of the most anticipated acts of the festival. The legendary Warrior played classic songs in a new way, like "The Third of the Storms," "Massacra," "Visions of Mortality," and "Triumph of Death," -- all amazing songs. The band was brimming with enthusiasm by the end of the show.

Sumac

Sumac is one of the heaviest bands of our time. Unfortunately, the sound of the Beach Stage was abysmal. The band, however, put on an incredible performance. To see Aaron Turner play twice in the same day was simply legendary. I hope next time the festival are able to troubleshoot the nuances of outdoor acoustics and put Sumac and Yob on a proper stage.

Clutch

Clutch was a lively, unforgettable experience, the legends playing a killer show. Neil Fallon is one of the top frontman these days -- he makes you want to jump, sing, hoot, and holler. One of the best moments of the gig was when we heard "Supergrass" and "Willie Nelson" -- what a great surprise. Clutch also played standards like "Earth Rocker," "X-ray Vision," and "Firebirds."

Misfits

After Clutch, the arena was packed to the gills for the Misfits. These icons of the underground put an unforgettable set, even with the technical problems experienced by Doyle. The crowd was crazy -- I saw four circle pits emerge from the beginning and they never let up. Glenn's voice continues to be one of the best in the industry. The band played some classics: "Where Eagles Dare," "Die Die My Darling," "Hybrid Moments," "Halloween," and "Hollywood Babylon," to name a few.

Full of Hell

I visited the House of Blues following this, where Full of Hell was on fire. I was particularly shocked by the drummer, one of the craziest and fastest in the biz. Hardcore, punk, noise and power violence -- Full of Hell is an experience-and-a-half. You can feel the hate in mere moments of these absorbing songs.

The Obsessed

The last band of the night was The Obsessed, and the place was understandably full for Wino. The sound was nice and balance; the crowd was crazy. Wino appeared and played some songs like "Soden Jackal" and "The Way She Fly." It's probably just my point of view, but Wino did not look excited about the show, though perhaps he always looks this stern. Whatever the case, it was great to see this giant of doom. A great way to close the Day Two.

DAY THREE

Weedeater

The last day came all too soon, but sadly all good things need to come to an end. However, some great things did take place throughout the day, like the marriage of Matt Pike (congrats). On Sunday we saw Weedeater. They are like an urban legend, where I'm from. Dixie Dave appeared on the stage and the crowd went nuts. The sound again was not the best and the guitar player suffered some troubles with his amp toward the end of the show. Such are the perils of change, Psycho having ventured out of their three-year home of the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino this year to embrace a series of new venues on the Vegas Strip.

Mogwai

Mogwai is another affair entirely. Their music makes you feel a lot of things at the same time, like happiness, hope, and sorrow. The ambience was perfect for this performance. I don't have words to describe the sensation.

Dead Meadow

I moved on to see Dead Meadow and they were a trip. The light show by Mad Alchemy gave the place a unique ambience. The band played a special set for the people of Psycho Las Vegas, Jason having worked very close with the festival organizers to plan every detail from the get-go.

Uncle Acid and the deadbeats

From there, I ran to see Uncle Acid and the deadbeats and was an amazing show. Even if, God forbid, you don't like the band, their live performance is undeniable: the visuals, the energy, and the sonority make everything moving and memorable. They played songs like "13 Candles," "Waiting For blood," "Mind Crawler" and, of course, "I’ll Cut You Down."

Truckfighters

From there I ran over to the Beach Stage to see Truckfighters. It was the same story as with Yob or Sumac, the sound engineers still hadn't figured out their shit. Nonetheless, The crowd was happy and supportive. Truckfighters offered an incredible show with the new drummer, Toro. Two words: pure energy! The band played Gravity X and that was a joy to hear live, as this is one of the great contemporary stoner rock albums.

Power Trip

I spent some time watching Integrity, a lesser known band to me, then moved back to the Beach Stage for Power Trip, the modern heroes of thrash and crossover metal. The area was packed and when the band appeared on stage, the biggest mosh pit in the pool erupted. The guards tried to stop it, but it was in vain. This was surely one of the most iconic moments of the festival: the slosh pit. What energy; what a band -- long live these guys.

Twin Temple

Twin Temple was a great surprise. Imagine a black mass in middle of House of Blues with a band that combines rock 'n' roll, country, and garage rock. To see Twin Temple is a very unique experience, like the satanic version of Amy Whinehouse. I loved how all the crowd joined in the chorus: “SATAN, SATAN, SATAN!”

Amenra

The last band of my weekend was Amenra. I don't have enough words to completely describe the experience. The heaviest and loudest riffs, sadness, pain, and anger all wrapped up in one moment. That's Amenra, and it was a truly spiritual experience. Also, the visuals offered us a lovely trip. Amenra deserve to play the main stage when they come back to Psycho, as they are the rising legends of the scene.

Despite a few technical glitches here and there, Psycho Las Vegas was amazing. All in all, it's the best party for the scene, with a ton of bands, nice people, and smooth-running logistics. I hope that the organizers of Psycho start checking out bands from Latin America to join next year's roster, for the scene here is really blowing up. Thank you to the festival organizers, Liz Ciavarella-Brenner, and the team who run the press table for making my first US festival rad!

[letsfillmoominvalleywithcrime]

I SAW HADESTOWN YESTERDAY HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR

-The show just? Starts??? Like usually you go to a show and when it’s about to start the lights dim and you hear some unseen person like “please turn off your cell phones, etc.” but I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when suddenly the ENTIRE CAST ran onto the stage at once and the show just STARTED and my mom laughed at me

-Pretty much everyone is onstage the entire time which is obviously really impressive but it’s also really cool to watch characters reacting to a scene they’re not involved in, like for most of the beginning of the show Hades and Persephone are watching everything happen from this cool balcony thing and he’s reading the newspaper and she’s looking wistfully down at them and they’re both trying to ignore the fact that everyone is starving and miserable but in different ways and shit like this happens all the time

-Andre De Shields is an IMPECCABLE Hermes, he is a POWERHOUSE and from the moment he opens his mouth he has the entire show in his pocket and everyone knows it, he’s kind of a father figure to Orpheus and it’s really wholesome until it’s violently depressing, he’s also the only one that doesn’t sing during Why We Build The Wall and it’s very telling and very good

-Reeve Carney plays Orpheus as really awkward and sometimes it hurts but it’s so good because he’s also really genuine, he’s so passionate about writing his song and so in love with Eurydice and you literally can’t not root for him the whole time and you walk in there knowing how this show is going to end and you’re still absolutely dumbfounded that he doesn’t win in the end

-I’ve been obsessed with Eva Noblezada for months now and I had really high expectations for her portrayal of Eurydice and they were all met within the first few minutes, she kind of has this manic pixie vibe about her but I can’t really explain why I think that, she’s just trying to survive in a world where all the odds are stacked against her and I think we can all relate to that in our own special ways and she plays that struggle so well and I’m going to be quite cross if she doesn’t win the Tony

-Amber Gray and Patrick Page are just as stunning as you think they’d be, I told everyone that my heart would stop as soon as Amber Gray walked onstage and I was 100% correct, they’re both forces to be reckoned with and bring so much life to this show and I can’t really say anything coherent about them because I love them so much

-The ensemble for this show deserves their own Tony, they’re so incredibly talented and so on top of their shit and also all really buff somehow

-This is my first time actually seeing the show but I’ve listened to both cast albums pretty extensively and I can safely say that I’m behind all of the changes made for the Broadway version, I think all of the characters are way more fleshed out now and I like the added element of Hades’ greed causing serious climate change as well as poverty because it adds even more weight and relevance and also makes you feel even more jazzed and ready to go outside and change the goddamn world

-The only change I wasn’t crazy about was in Epic III, my favorite verse of the song is “the heart of a man is a simple one” and that wasn’t in the show, I guess I can understand why they’d cut it but I think it reveals a lot about Hades as a young man and how much he has in common with Orpheus, I also just think it’s a series of really pretty lines and I really missed them when they weren’t sung

-On a lighter note, my FAVORITE change is the new lyrics in Wait For Me

-*kicks door* AND I AM NOT ALONE *flips table* I HEAR THE ROCKS AND STONES

-I also loved the set and how the turntables weren’t too flashy or obvious, they were really only used when the choreo really needed them and I liked that, I also think this was the only show I’ve ever been to where I sat back at one point and said “damn, this show has phenomenal lighting design”

-Multiple people in my section left before I Raise My Cup To Him and it was like watching people walk out of a Marvel movie during the credits except worse because instead of a thirty-second Easter egg it’s the cast of Hadestown putting your heart back together after they all worked together to violently smash it, and now there’s a bunch of people walking around New York with smashed hearts who’ll just...never know......

-The entire show was mesmerizing and powerful and all that but NOTHING was as completely and utterly bone-chilling as “I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY”, thank you and good night

-I think that’s all my coherent thoughts on the show itself but I’ll come back and update this if I think of anything else

-I ALSO STAGE DOORED which was LOVELY

-The first guy that came out was this dude who handed everyone the little red flowers, which is such a special touch and I’m obsessed with it

-Everyone in the ensemble is so kind and lovely and I made sure to tell them all how wonderful they were because they really need more appreciation goddamn it

-I was standing next to a very nice group of dudes who kept passing my Playbill forward when people were standing too far away for me to reach and I appreciate them very much (one of them deadass looked Patrick Page in the eye and said “if you ever need another little songbird I’m available” and I’m still quaking) (Patrick Page laughed and said thank you)

-Reeve and Patrick were the only principal cast members that came out, probably because God knew that my little gay heart would completely give out if I even saw Amber Gray’s hand opening the door

-Reeve Carney is a kind and beautiful soul and his signature is so intricate? It took him about thirty seconds to sign each Playbill and when I got mine back I was in awe for a few minutes of how perfect it was, 10/10, we stan a calligraphy master

-Patrick Page is SO NICE, he took a really long time going down the line because he literally stopped to ask each and every person how they were and it really sounded like he meant it genuinely, when he got to me I panicked and said “I’M GREAT HOW ARE YOU” and I already forget what he said because I was embarrassed but I think he was good

-Anyway those are my thoughts!!! I will gladly answer any and all questions if you want to see the show or have already seen the show or just want to scream with me! Thank you for coming to my TED Talk!

[onemanstampede]

I can compose a rundown of skilled attributes, clarify the various meanings of the expression "talented," and even give approaches to you to tell if your youngster is skilled. Despite what I state, however, in the same way as other different parents of talented children, you may in any case wonder if your youngster is "typical" or in the event that you are the main parent with a kid like yours. You may ponder, as well, on the off chance that you are doing the correct things.

To truly comprehend what a skilled youngster resembles and what it resembles parenting a talented kid, you can tail me on my excursion as a talented parent. My child is presently in school, so you can find out about how my child created after some time and what it resembled for me as a parent of a talented kid.

My First Dreams of Motherhood

I constantly needed to have youngsters, bunches of them. When, at 41 years old, I learned I would at last find a workable pace mother, my fantasies of parenthood did exclude having a talented youngster. I didn't have the foggiest idea what that was!

My Premature Baby

At the point when my child was brought into the world a month and a half early, the exact opposite thing I stressed over was whether he was skilled. My essential concern was that he was solid and would not have a formative issues.

My Possibly Gifted Toddler

I was very befuddled by my child's initial advancement. Here and there he falled behind, however in others he appeared to be route in front of different babies his age.

First Signs My Child was "Extraordinary"

When I had the option to quit stressing over issues like formative postponements and hearing misfortune, I ended up bewildered and stunned by what my child could do, perusing his first word, for instance, at only barely 2 years old.

My Son's Fascination with Words

The interest with letters moved to an interest with words. My child's hunger for information first appeared in quite a while need to find out about words, which was his method for showing himself how to peruse.

Fixation or Hyperlexia?

My child was a late talker, yet an early peruser. It appeared as though I had quite recently quit agonizing over hearing misfortune and formative deferrals, yet there I was stressing over this current preschooler's fixation on words and perusing.

My Toddler's Sensitivities

My child kept on amazing and puzzle me. His sensitivities to the vibe of specific surfaces was one of those astonishments.

My Little Picky Eater

I know a few children are exacting eaters, however a portion of my child's fastidiousness originated from exotic sensitivities, especially contact. He didn't care for nourishments that had a rich surface, for instance.

Uncaring toward Sensitivities

I think now about Dabrowski's supersensitivities, however when he was extremely youthful, I'd never known about them yet I sure wish I had.

Potty Training and Bottle Weaning Woes

Attempting to comprehend what is "ordinary" advancement for most children is hard for any parent, however it very well may be significantly harder for parents of skilled children, particularly when they were brought into the world untimely! Those entire potty preparing and container weaning things were two or three those troublesome occasions.

My Search for Daycare

Searching for childcare was the primary indication of the issues that I would discover later in finding a solid match for my child in school.

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Oh, Blessed Child of Our Gods

Monsta X

Shin Hoseok [Wonho] /Reader

Genre: Demon AU, Violence, Romance, Smut

Words: 13k 

When Demons came to Earth, they had opened up a realm of impossibilities. The worlds were out of balance, with Demons running a muck from Hell and Earth, so the Heaven’s were sent to correct the issue, not sending Angels though.  Which each infant born, few are marked by the Gods.  The Gods created a temple, one that only Blessed Children may go through at any time of their life.  There are a total of 6 blessed children currently known, the strongest of them blessed by 8 gods.  However, what if a child walked through every gate of that temple, blessed by the entire Heavens.  And what if choose a Demon instead the life of a Blessed Child? 

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The Temple of The Blessed.  It was a Temple with 20 gates, all leading up into the center where it’s rumored to be the gateway to the Heavens.  One’s been able to prove this though, as there has not yet been a single child who has made it that far.  The farthest a child has come to the center is gate 14, blessed by 8 Gods.  For every two gates passed, that’s one blessing from a single god, as 10 Gods had helped build this temple before disappearing back among the sky.  

Blessed Children are those who are touched by the gods when they are born, the sound of their cries attracting the gods; the highest on the social pyramid of the Earth.  Yet, these children are exceedingly rare to happen upon.  Once a Blessed Child is born and has passed through their gates, they can then have the option of marking one single person.  By marking a person, they are claiming protective rights as well as a sense of status over their name.  They would be by the Child’s side until the mark is lifted; they are known as the Marked Ones.  Each Blessed Child has a Marked One by their side.

It’s said that when that when one truly, Blessed Child comes into the world and passes through all 20 gates, they will banish the Demon’s back into Hell and seal off Heaven’s gates and destroy the temple for good.  Resorting Earth back to it’s original human populous.  But, even the oldest of prophesy's can be rewritten. 

You had been walking around the city, trying your best to ignore the ignorant shouting and preaching of the public Priests, trying to ‘peacefully protest’ against the populous of Demons. Trying to rid them away by shouting and praising their oh so mighty Gods in Heaven who will one day bless them with a Child to fix their unruly, tainted, ugly Earth.  

It was total garbage.  They could shove aluminum cans into their mouths and it’d make more sense as to why they were eating something like that than the stupid biblical words they keep yapping on and on again.  

You were human, not Demon by far, but you refused the ways of the Gods.  Demons had been among the human race for nearly 5 decades. it was 2031 for Christ sake! 50 years with them and only 6 Blessed Children with no leader among them didn’t seem like good odds for getting them back into Hell.  Not like you had anything against Demon’s to begin with.  If anything, you hated Humans.  

You hated that you were like other humans in ways.  Unable to breath underwater, being burned by fire, glass cutting your finger and bleeding until you covered it with a bandage.  Demons had impeccable healing abilities, could stand harsh conditions and had other means of survival than food.  Many Demons had adapted into a human-like life style, and you wondered how anyone could stomach that.  

So, it wasn’t unusual to you that your small group of friends were also Demons. Not a human among them. This of course made your life difficult.  Your parent’s shunning you, your classmates and scholars all shaming you, bulling you for siding with the ‘Evil’, but they were just naive.  

You were pulled from your annoyance that is your reeling about the sins of the world when the earpiece lodged into your ear began relentlessly beeping.  Wincing, you quickly flipped a small switch on it to open up a communication.  

X-43B, that was the model number printed on the side of yours. It was modeled after what the older generates of decades ago called a Bluetooth, but it was much more flamboyant.  Receiving calls, accessing the internet through a small projection that would be shown through a small private screen when activated, even video calls seemed more extravagant.  They can even be hooked up to game consoles or other peoples communicators for impossibly wide possibilities of entertainment. 

“Is there a reason why one of you little Demons changed my ringtone to a horrible sound that will surely make me go deaf?!”  You screamed into the line before even mustering a hello.  There was multiple laughter coming through the other end as you hissed. 

“Girl, if only you put that lock on it like I keep telling you, you’d learn your lesson.”  You rolled your eyes as you switched the setting to the call to stream a video feed.  A transparent image of your best friend popped up, a grin on his face as you saw 3 other figures behind him, still giggling away.  “You finally out of your stupid human classes?” 

“Listen Wonho,” it wasn’t his real name, but he had preferred this name over his birth name.  “College is important for me okay, I have to keep my academic grade up if I even want to think about a career nowadays.” 

“Why?  All they do is bully you. And I thought it wasn’t that hard to grab a job as a human?  Just sign out an application thing and boom, employment.”  You shook your head.  Your demon friends all went to school, but after too much stress, pressure and segregation from being Demon’s they all dropped out.  They weren’t taught the old and new ways of the human life style.  

“That was back in like the 20s, Wonho.  Now, you have to have sufficient academic studies, go through medical exams, a series of tests to prove that you’re not actually a Demon, a lot of stuff.”  

“That’s completely stupid,” he huffed.  “You should just forget that and come live with us!  We can keep you fed and housed and you won’t even been bullied anymore!” 

“As much as living in your giant, Demon infested dorm sounds just grand,” your voice dripped in sarcasm, “I know for a fact that I couldn’t handle living with all 7 of you at once at this point in time. I’d physically rip my hair out.” 

“But Y/N~!”  He whined.  He always did this when it came to you saying no.  But, you were well passed the point of waving his stupid pout off.  Or so you kept telling yourself.  You’d never admit that you had a soft spot for it, or him for that matter.  Besides, it’s unheard of for a human to fall for a Demon.  Never once has it happened, and you won’t let your stupid human emotions ruin anything else for you.  

“I’m heading over there now, and unless you don’t want me to stop and get you guys food, you’ll stop whining.”  You threatened as you hung your finger over the switch of your X-43B and flipped it, ending the call.  The transparent image of the handsome man was gone and you sighed.  You had your bag on your back, filled with heavy books and unfinished papers with your pen that you snatched from your desk neighbor.  

You wish that humanities technology had come further than it has.  But reading in text books and writing on electric circuited pads wasn’t much different than now.  All your professors gave you the same answer though.  Technology can be advanced, but they refuse to do it, afraid the demons would sink their claws into it and take over the humans.  Humans are so petty, weak, frightened.  A species that claims to be the top of the food chain sure is all bark and no bite.  Reason number a billion why you hated being associated with the main, planet born population. 

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It wasn’t too much time later that you were unlocking a door to a house just outside the city.  Big enough for a family of 10, but just your 7 friends living in it.  Honestly, you don’t even know if they paid for anything, but they’ve lived here for as long as you’ve known them.  

A brown, paper bag in your left hand full of bottles of various beverages and bags of random, salty and sweet snacks you took your key from the doorknob and shut it behind you with your right hand.  Stuffing your keys into your pocket, you heel off your shoes, and walk into the kitchen.  It was quiet, something that surely wouldn’t last long.  

You set the brown back bag, as well as dropping your school bag, on the counter, not ever bothering to unload everything from inside, you trotted into the living room and flopped yourself down on the couch.  Your back hit the plush cushions and your legs hung off the arm rest, as you shut your eyes.  Resting and laying down sure felt nice. It was probably 20 seconds of solace before you heard rushed foot steps from the second floor and soon bounding down the carpeted staircase. 

“Y/N!”  Before you lift yourself off the couch, your were tackled back onto it.  A large body crashing into you, well- larger than yours anyways.  His fuzzy, have dry hair tickling your chin as he tucked his head into your chest, laying on top of you.  You tapped on his back, feeling him groan at the silent plea for him to get off you. 

“You’re hair isn’t dry, your half naked and your heavy.  Please get off me Minhyuk.” The boy pouted and once again you found yourself really questioning if this boy was really a demon or not.  He had clearly bolted right out of the bathroom from getting dressed from his shower.  He normally had someone dry his hair for him though, liking the attention, so his caretaker didn’t do their job of keeping him in the room for very long.  

“You literally saw me yesterday.”

“A whole 24 hours passed since then!”

“Oh my,” you groaned.  Minhyuk reminded you, and most people he was familiar with, of a dog who would cry at the door if their master was going to their bathroom.  Not much of a Demon vibe came from him, but not a human one either.  He was a cheery presence, but acceptable, likable, comfortable. Minhyuk sniffed you as you slapped at his head. 

“You smell different.”  You rolled your eyes.  

“Is it the food I brought?”  He shook his head.  “The coffees, my laundry detergent, my-”

“Your shampoo!  You changed it! You smell like rain now!” True.  You use to always use this honeysuckle scent shampoo that you could pick up for cheap at the closet store, but recently they had an even cheaper shampoo take to the shelves and that’s more money in your pocket than handed over a counter.  It’s not like it smelled bad anyways. 

“Okay, so I smell like rain.  That a problem?”  He shook his head again, laughing. 

“Nope! I think it’s actu-AH!”  He was cut off by his shout of shock when he was pushed off you.  You heaved your chest, the heavy man now off you and looked at Wonho, leaning over the back of the couch and staring at Minhyuk, whom now lay on the floor after the older graciously shoved him off you.  He gaze then shifted to your form, still laying on the couch. 

“Feel better?” He asked as he leaned over the cushion and grabbed your bicep pressed against the back of the couch and pulled you to sit up.  You nodded as you rolled your neck and then looked back at Wonho.  He was staring at you. 

“What?  You going to say I smell different too?” He narrowed his eyes, just slightly, as he nodded. 

“You do. I just know it’s not your shampoo that’s making the difference.”  You rose your brow at him as he just huffed.  He walked around the couch to stand in front of your hanging legs that were over the arm of the plush seating choice and then seized your waist, lifting you up and hoisting you over his shoulder.  You put your hands on the small of his back to brace yourself, and make it so that your face didn’t smash into his shoulder blades.  

“What the hell was that for?!  Put me down!”  He laughed as he shook his head and started running upstairs, you protesting the entire time.  The third person, who still lay on the floor, remained on the floor until Jooheon came and took him back upstairs to finish getting dried up and dressed before he caught a chill.  

Wonho had finally set you back down on your feet, but quickly turned his back on you to shut and locked his door.  It wasn’t an unfamiliar room, it was his room.  You’d sit up in here and read, or throw his stuffed rabbits at his head while he fiddled with his computer most days.  

You were straightening out your shirt when he came back to you and he put his hand on your shoulder.  You looked at it, then up to him.  

“Let me see.”  You sighed.  Of course this is why he dragged you up here.  

“It’s really not that bad.”  

“I don’t care.  Let me see it.” You huffed once again as you let your arms drop from fixing your clothes and relaxed as he pulled slightly on the neck of your shirt.  He revealed your shoulder, collarbone, along with the long, risen, red cut that practically glowed against your skin.  He ran his thumb over the cut as he used his fingers to keep your shirt away from it. “What was it this time?” 

“A really well made plastic knife actually.” The fact that you preferred Demons to humans wasn’t welcomed, as it’s already known, so that would result in many fights. None of which you picked, they were always thrown at you.  You wouldn’t let someone beat you down, you had to defend yourself.  

“You should really stop getting into fights all the time.”  You rolled your eyes. How many times has he told you this, and how many more time is he going to have to tell you.  Nothing will change, even 5 years from now, nothing will ever change. “I know it’s partially our fault you fight, but honestly, can’t you just avoid it?” 

“It’s not your fault.  Just because I like you guys more than some snobby human girl named “Patricia”, doesn’t mean it’s any of your fault. Besides, you know I can’t avoid it, I’ve tried.” Wonho remembered the first day you got into a fight.  It was the first and only day you didn’t fight back.  You came back to this house, came back to him, with bruises, cuts and blood covering you.  He was furious that night.  

“I know, I just-” He sighed.  “I wish they wouldn’t hate you so much. I mean, how can someone possibly hate you of all people?” 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s a human thing.  You wouldn’t understand.”  

“So it seems. Hold still.”  

“Wait, no it’s fine.”  You started to get jittery.  You knew that with each Demon, someone, somewhere has some sort of power.  It can be anywhere from teleportation to instantly have your nails painted.  Useful, or useless.  Wonho’s was something that was pretty useful to those around him, but not to himself.  His body was swimming with healing cells: Mitigation.  He could take away the pain and heal- to an extent- someone’s injuries.  Either be it by his blood or-

“It’s all red and risen.  It’s fine, just stand still a second.”  He gripped your arms and lowered his face to your shoulder.  Slipping his tongue out of his mouth, he ran the muscle up the entirety of the cut.  You shivered.  

-by saliva.  You hated when he did this. Hated?  Well, perhaps not hated.  It was a feeling that was pleasant, but you wished it not to be.  It was when he did this that you had to remind yourself that you, a human, shouldn’t fall for him, a demon. He had a heart of gold for someone who was suppose to be so dark, this being something he was so naive about.  

The psychical attention he gave you was far higher than he thought it was.  Demon’s don’t think about attention in physical or mental aspects the same way humans do.  We can get a small flutter in our chests when holding hands, yet for them if they want to feel anything it takes much more effort.  Shownu once described it as, ‘if they think they might feel something of attachment towards another, the easiest way to prove it is through thorough physical touch.’  

Or in laymen’s terms, through sex. 

So, the fact that this man, this demon is here licking your neck and not acting like anything else is bothering him, is both reassuring and stomach churning.  The logical and mortality parts of your stupid human brain were constantly at war with the idea of him. 

“There, see.  It’s already better.” He stepped away from, you but only just enough to watch your cut close and practically blend it with the rest of your skin.  You swatted his hand away and pulled your shirt back up your shoulder.  He knew you didn’t like it when he did that, but he didn’t know why.  He couldn’t comprehend why you could rather live with any pain when it was so much easier when he could just fix you. 

“Thanks, but you really didn’t have to drag me all the way up here just to lick me, you pervert.”  You remarked at him.  He faked a gasped, slapping a hand on his chest and posing a dramatic facial expression, as this was practically routine. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him as you stepped around him and left the room after unlocking the door, hearing the hustle and bustle that is your friends downstairs. He watched your back with a specific, hidden look and followed after you. 

He’d never tell you out loud that he only took you to his room to do that because he’d actually keel over in embarrassment if the others saw him lick you. Especially with all the information they know and keep held over his head.   

The afternoon progressed as it normally did.  It was a rinse and repeat life style, but you could live with it. You’d go to school, more than likely get into a fight, stop by some sort of coffee place for drinks and snacks and then you’d go to their home until it was late and you were forced back into your own.  That time had finally hit that night.  

11 PM.  You had sighed as you lifted yourself off the couch and stretched, all the boys shifting their eyes to look at you, watching your arms extend and lock above your head before dropping them with a huff.  

“Well, I’m off,” the same line as every night. It was almost all the same as every other night, but now you watched as Shownu gave a quick glance to Wonho who then stood up next to you, jabbing at your sides making you squeal and swat at him.  

“I’ll take you home.”  

“What? Why?” 

“Because I can, now move it or I’ll lock the front door so you’re stuck here for the night.”  You watched as he brushed past you to get to the door around the corner, slipping on his shoes. This was new.  He’d normally just whine about you going home, and make you call him on the way there until you got inside safe and sound.  He’d never personally taken you himself though, as you were afraid if someone were to see him out so late, they’d judge him just because he wasn’t human.  

You quickly trotted after him, tattered shoes bouncing off the ground as you followed him out the door.  He stuck his hands in his hoodie pouch and made sure you too keep you a slight step in front of him so he can keep an eye on you, or for anyone that you may regretfully know.  If you saw anyone, there was a chance of a fight and he was going to make sure that didn’t happen.  

Part of him wanted to see you fight. Wanted to see how it all starts, how it ends and everything in between.  He wanted to know why they always targeted you.  It wasn’t fair, someone living in such pacifist way shouldn’t be ganged up on for her beliefs and opinions.  So what if you didn’t like how tainted humans are?  Wonho couldn’t understand, even if he tried, he was a Demon after all.  

The walk was silent.  Only the sound of the shuffled footsteps of you both mixing in the night air.  It was chilly, but not uncomfortable. Wonho stood in front of your door of your apartment as you grabbed your key you keep around your neck, tucked under your shirt and unlocked it, opening the door just to crack it and took your key back out.  

“Thank you for walking me, I guess.”  He shrugged as he smiled down at you.  You stepped inside and turned around to see him off.  He waved a goodnight as he turned and before he was out of sight, you called to him.  “Why did you walk me home?” He stopped, and turned over his shoulder, shrugging once again. 

“I already told you.  Because I can.”  And then he jogged off, texting you 20 minutes later that he made it back without any trouble.  It was odd, having the roles reversed when he was the one texting you about his safety.  Yet, it made that flare in your chest rise again, the same flare you know you need to snuff out.  But, just once, you allowed yourself to feel pleased and smiled down at your phone screen as you two had your normal night time conversation. 

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It continued in this new routine for the next week.  It would be normal and at the end of the day, Wonho would be there to walk you home late at night and then be the one to text you when he got back.  You never really worried too much, as he was a demon and more than capable of defending himself.  He’s stated many times that he has no problems with fucking up a human if they started something with him.  

It was the start of the second week after Wonho started do this that you got up and, as per usual, got dressed and ready to head off for another grueling day of classes.  

All day, Wonho was growing restless.  You hadn’t contacted him all day and it was already close to 1 in the afternoon now.  Normally, this shouldn’t be something to be concerned about, but for some reason it had the hairs on the back of his neck standing.  It was like there was so much static in the air, if someone clicked their fingers, a fire would start.  He was tense, and he didn’t know why.  The fact that you hadn’t sent him any replies to his numerous calls wasn’t helping. 

It was 3 when he finally was getting a call from you. He rushed in picking it up, immediately asking why you hadn’t contacted him all day.  Instead, you told him to meet you somewhere.  You had sent coordinates and a map with a location, but it was secluded.  

“What?  Where are you? Are you lost or something?” 

“No-no I just, I’m-”  Your breathing was rushed, and jagged.  Almost like you were scared, or had just finished running a marathon.  “Please, can you just get here? I don’t know what to do.  They keep looking for me, Wonho.”  He moved from laying in his bed to sitting up at your words.  

“Who? Who’s looking for you?” 

“Please, just hurry.” He was out of bed and slipping on his shoes in seconds as he rushed down the stairs.  

“Y/N, you need to tell me what’s going-” he stopped short when he was passing the TV screen that Shownu had put on, mainly for background noise as he worked on something in a book.  Scribbling down this and that.  The city was looking for a Wanted individual.  They were looking to arrest them for charges of violence towards humans and treason against their race.  The news anchor described the person before their picture popped up on the screen. 

It was you.  

You were Wanted by the police and the whole city was out for blood, our for you.  They were just going to arrest you, just like that?  No evidence, nothing?  You were only violent in self defense, the charges are entirely false! He was snapped out of his daze when he heard you curse under your breath and the call dropped.  

“Y/N? Y/N!” He pulled up a screen that showed your in-time location you sent and the blue dot that moved across the virtual map was you, and it was on the move.  You were taking back ally ways and moving in spastic directions.  “Send message to Y/N,” he spoke into his voice commands as he ran out of the house, Shownu calling after him, wanting to know what all of this was about.  “Go to the Temple.  Hide around there until I can come.”  

You received his message as you made your way to the Temple as best as you could.  Taking every back ally or hidden passage way you knew or found, you eventually managed to come to the front of the Temple.  A blessed place, and surprisingly not very populated.  You did as Wonho told you, hiding yourself between crates and covering them with a torn, fabric that was close to the Temple walls.  

You were never one to back down from a fight, but this was too much.  You had no chance if you were to go against the masses.  Person upon person, trained fighters, middle aged men and women equipped for combat.  You had no chance.  You had to hide. As much as it bruised your ego, running kept you alive for the time being. kept you free and safe.  

You soon heard shuffling of feet not too far from you.  Peeking out of one of the tattered holes in the fabric draped over you and the crates, you saw Wonho, looking around, out of breath.  You tore the fabric off and ran to him, the noise you made catching his attention.  

He ran to you, meeting you half way as you ran into his chest.  He held your head to him and sighed.  They hadn’t found you yet.  He wasn’t too late.  He looked up to the Temple as he held you and felt you shake.  Fear wasn’t a thing that was easy to coax out of you, but here you were, literally trembling in his arms.  He sneered up at the Temple, up at the Heavens. 

What kinds of Gods decide to bless such a tainted race. You didn’t deserve anything you were feeling.  Not the fear, the anger, the hate.  Nothing.  He loathed the heavens for deciding to fill your life with nothing but hardships. He cursed the Gods to the very core of his Demon heart.  

“Y/N, you need to come back with me.  We need to get back home so we can figure out how to keep you safe.” You shook you head. 

“No, no way.  I’m not gonna drag you all into this.  I shouldn’t have called you, but I just- I panicked and now-” He hushed you as he tightened his grip on you and turned his body, taking steps backwards.  “Wonho?” You looked up at his face, he was sneering.  Glare harsh and teeth bared, it was like he was threatening someone.  And threatening he was.  

Humans started gathering at the Temple, most likely to pray for the wicked soul of the treacherous human.  First one person, then three, then ten, the numbers stacking up relentlessly until a mob was at the Temple gates, watching as the face of the human girl on TV was in front of them, being held by a Demon.  Probably not the most insightful position they could’ve found you, a deemed traitor, in. 

“She’s there!” 

“Standing before the Gods with a Demon!” 

“Treacherous monster!  You’re no better than a Demon in the end!”

Wonho growled as he pulled you from his chest, only for you to stand behind him.  Wonho faced off with the crowd of people, backing up as much as he could.  It made him nauseous, being this close to the Temple.  He knew he couldn’t enter it, and the area was wide and open.  If he wanted an escape plan, he’d have to think fast.  

You stood behind him, watching as he glared at your race that were seeing you as enemy #1.  You watched his jaw move up and down, and his shoulders tense, he was clearly shouting at them, screaming at them, but you couldn’t hear him.  Your heartbeat thrumming to intensely into your ears. But, you did hear something.  

Someone was calling you.  It seemed to distract you, and it was calling you from behind your back.  The voice had made you forget where you were, why you were here in the first place.  All you heard was that pleading voice of your name, calling and calling for you.  And so, you did the most human thing and decided to chase the voice.  

Running straight into the Temple. 

Wonho had been so busy trying to keep the humans away from you that he didn’t feel the absence of your presence until some random man pointed out that you were gone.  Wonho whipped himself around, and indeed, you were gone.  Where had you gone?  You couldn’t have run around him and you obviously didn’t charge into the mob of threatening savages.  

“Did she...” his voice was a whisper as the Temple began to change.  Blinding, white bars closed off the entrance to the Temple, permitting no one’s entrance.  He had only seen this happen when there are Blessed Children inside, as it’s a rule that only one pure body be allowed trespass inside at a time.  

You had ran inside the Temple, and you were someone, some random human blessed by some random God.  You who loathed them, were blessed by them.  You who loved a Demon, would only come back out of that Temple as a child of a God.  

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You ran blindly.  Chasing that voice that seemed so familiar to you, yet you hadn’t heard a day in your life.  It made you curious and it wasn’t until you felt a sudden wave of heavy fatigue fall on your shoulders that you stopped and nearly buckled to your knees.  

Your chest felt unbelievably heavy and it was like you were swallowing tar instead of air.  Your throat closed up and your eyes watered.  It felt like you hadn’t drank water in days. Your body shook and you felt sweat gather at the base of your neck.  

You kept hearing that voice though.  Calling and calling and calling.  You had to keep moving.  You had to find the owner of that voice.  You had to.  You ran once again for a bit longer before your knees actually buckled this time and you fell.  Knees hitting the marbled floor as you slid to a stop, skin raw from the impact and more than likely ready to bruise in an hour or so.  

Maybe it’s a good thing you fell, because with some sense knocked into you, you finally realized that you were in a building of some type.  You looked around, eyes hazy and blurred. Murals painted on the highest points of the ceilings, pillars of spec less satin white, marble floors that one could see their reflection in.  You thought you heard the sound of a fountain around you, but didn’t see one.  

Just where in the world had you mindlessly ran off to?  You tried to pick yourself off the floor, but it felt like your ankles had iron balls strapped onto them.  Heavy, you felt so heavy.  You pulled yourself on the floor, reaching a pillar to pry yourself up with and support your body before you pushed off it.  You crushed your eyes together as you bit your cheek and ran as far as you could before you ran into something. 

Bouncing off the hard object you fell onto your back as you groaned.  There was no way you were going to be able to get yourself up a third time.  You felt like the weight of an elephant was stepping on you as your thoughts grew foggy and a headache grew around your head, pounding into your temples. 

You turned onto your stomach and pried open your eyes only to jumped back at the sight of a single, bright pillar. It blazed brightly, almost like it was on fire, a pure white fire. It reached into a single point in the domed ceiling and flared around like it was alive.  You were once against startled when you felt something around you neck.  

Looking down, a chain began to form around your neck, and a pendant formed at the end of it before it solidified and rested against your chest.  You flipped onto your side, one arm supporting you up and the other tugging on the chain.  Where did this come from, and why is it on you? Why can’t you take it off? 

“Who would you like to see?”  The sudden voice of an older man scared you, making you jump and roll onto your back, both arms behind you to lift you up and look at him.  He was older, wearing clothing that didn’t seem right, almost like he was auditioning for a role in a play and he wanted to play the part of a God.  

...God.

“Who would you like to see?” He questioned again, voice calm.  He was the voice.  He was calling you in here the entire time. 

“Wh-what?” Your voice squeaked, the feeling of your closed throat making it feel parched.  

“Our 20 Gate Child has finally appeared.  Who would you like to see?”  

“Anyone?” 

“Anyone.”  

“Then....” You wanted to see him.  He was the first person to pop into your head, but that would be a lie.  Saying he was the first person you thought of implies you aren’t always thinking about him, and you always, always were.  Your hazy state makes you stupidly accept and realize all the things you’ve pushed down over and over again just because he was a Demon.  

But now, what happens.  You love him.  But now you’re someone he hates, something he hates.  You can’t possibly call for him, can you?  What right do you have to do so, but regardless of your mind, your mouth makes your decision. 

“Hoseok. I want to see.. Hoseok.” The weight of the world felt like it crashed into your skull as your eyes rolled back and you fell onto your back, your arms collapsing.  The old man simply sighed as he looked at the light of the pillar.  

The shouts and screams of the outside were silenced the moment that old man appeared outside the Temple gates out of nowhere, gates that were still very much closed and locked.  He looked around the masses before he looked to the Demon boy.  

“Hoseok, I pressume?”  Wonho stiffened.  Not everyone knew he real name. 

“Who’s asking?” 

“The young lady inside wanted to see you.”  He straightened out at the mention of you. 

“Y/N.  Is she alright?  Where is she, how many gates did she pass?” 

“The young lady made it to the center of the Temple.” He gasps lightly as he took a small step back.  The center?  You were.. “She requested for you.  It will be the first time a Demon is allowed passage into the Temple.  I can’t say I agree with her, but it is her wish, so it is my job to obey.” Wonho only nodded.  He wanted to get to you, get you out, make sure you’re okay.  

The man walked towards Wonho and touched his wrist, latching onto it and before he knew it, he was standing inside a domed over area with a blinding pillar of fiery light.  Then, he saw you, unconscious and exhausted on the floor in front of that pillar.  He scrambled to get to you, lifting your head and making sure you had no injuries he had to tend to.  You were fine, other than the red, raw skin of your knees.  

He lay your head back down and moved to examine your knees.  They weren’t horrible, and with two small pecs of his lips to your skin, they healed up in no time.  The old man watched the skin heal itself as Wonho moved back to cradle you, lifting you up to his chest to where if you were awake, you could clearly here his increased, panicked heartbeat. 

“So, you can heal others. Quite a unique trait for a Demon to possess.”  

“What did you do to her?”  He sneered. 

“I’ve done nothing, simply passing her gates proved to be rather exhausting for her.” Wonho noticed the necklace around your neck and examined the pendant. Not a moment after he touched it, he felt a warmth on his chest. It felt strange, like he had made a connection with something, someone.  He couldn’t put the sensation into words. 

He pulled at the few top buttons of his shirt as he looked to see what had happened, if anything happened, to his chest and something did.  A tattoo appeared on his chest, but it wasn’t painful and the shape of it resembled an identical copy of your necklace.  

“The first Demon to ever enter this sacred palace, and now our Prophet has chosen to Mark a demon as well.” Wonho looked at the old man, then to your unconscious face, scrunched up in unfamiliarity.  You didn’t seem like you were resting pleasantly.  

You marked him?  Why him? He had heard once that the possessor of a Blessing of the Gods can choose any one person as their Marked One, but it must be someone of close relation and strong bond.  Wonho was indeed your best friend, and he cared about you more than you probably realized, but is this really what you wanted? Or was it an unconscious action out of pure desperation and fear?

“She Marked me?” 

“You were the first person she called out for when she felt like she was on the verge of collapse.  It’s quite safe to say that the young ladies decision was not on a whim, but out of admiration. Fondness.” Wonho pushed your hair out of your face as he rubbed at the back of you neck, wanting that unconformable look on your face to go away.  

“I want to take her back home.”  He looked at the old man.  “The humans, will they try and take her from me if I take her out of the Temple?” The old man shook his head.  

“I will see to it that you may take her to rest in peace.” Wonho didn’t have grounds to believe his words, but that’s all he had in this moment.  With you needing desperate relocation for proper rest and all the questions he has in his head he wanted to talk to you about, he needed to get back home.  He moved and lifted you up, tucking you around his chest as he stood.  

At least your body was still warm. 

“Simply walk out,” the old man pointed in a direction.  “The gates will open and the humans will pay you no mind.” Wonho nodded. 

“Thank you.”  Then he started out.  As the old man said, the gates practically vanished as he approached them and the humans didn’t even seem to notice he was there.  A white sheet of mist clouded around the two of you, and he supposed it acted as a shield of sort, masking your presence as he took you back home.    

To his home, with him where you’ll be safe. 

🌙🌙🌙 

It was strange, passing out in a temple and then waking up here, in the room you’ve been in so many times before.  The room where you’d be dragged off and scolded for fighting.  Waking up in Wonho’s room, for the first time since you’ve known him, was strange.  You couldn’t remember too much right after opening your eyes.  Your head pounded with the world’s worst headache, but you did recognize the foreign feeling of something around your neck.  A necklace, a cold, gold chained necklace with a pendant of a symbol of an ancient star that rested just between your clavicles.  

You got this necklace when you saw that pillar of light and when that man spoke to you.  You remember feeling weak, exhausted and tired.  He asked you who you wanted to see, who you wanted to get you out of there.  The first person on your mind was Wonho, but you had no idea why he was asking you who you wanted to see.  The moment you answered him though, fatigue took every ounce of your strength and you fell to the ground.  Then, the next moment, you felt warmth before everything was cold and lost.  

Now, you were here, laying in Wonho’s bed.  Where was he?  Did he bring you back here? Who took you out of the Temple? And why, why did you have a necklace on that felt so warm and so heavy, yet at the same time, was cold and as light as a feather.  The chain had no clasp to remove it, and it was far too small to slip over your head.  You tried yanking on it, pulling so that it may snap, but it was solid.  The necklace was practically bound to you now.  You knew that one who entered the temple was suppose to be deemed a Blessed Child, but you?  

You who hated mankind, you who despised the segregation between humans and demons, you who were bullied and beaten for preferring the latter over your own birth race.  You.  Someone who fell in love with a Demon and who would prefer to give her humanity and life up to keep him safe was Blessed?  You’ve never heard a bigger joke, and you constantly thought it was a joke.  Someone must’ve planned this, right?

You were brought out of your thoughts when someone knocked at the door, and within a few seconds later without a response from you, someone came in.  You let out a breath when you saw Wonho’s black hair peek in the room.  You didn’t know why you were on edge, but for some reason, you thought someone else would come inside. You thought you were going to have to see that stupid old man from the temple again and he was gonna drag you away, or tell you you were part of some elaborate plan to degrade you even more than humanity has. 

It was unusual for Wonho to knock thinking about it.  I mean, it was his room.  Why would he have to knock, and his timing was spot on, coming in and looking at you like he knew you were awake.

“You’ve been sleeping for a while.”  He came and dragged his desk chair over to the side of the bed, opting to sit next to you like that.  

“How’d you know I was awake?”  

“I heard you chain rattling,” he pointed to your necklace with your pendant on it.  You touched it lightly, and Wonho could read the look in your eyes.  Your confusion was painted all over your face.  “You don’t remember anything that happened at the Temple, do you?” You shook your head.  

“It’s all spotty.  I can’t really rely on my memories right now, especially with this thing.”  You flicked the pendant.  “What is it anyways?”

“You were Blessed, you should remember that much. You entered the Temple, that should be proof enough, wouldn’t you think?”

“Oh, no no no.  I’m no Blessed Child.  I can’t stand my own race, how then can I be Blessed by any God.” You scoffed at yourself.  Wonho wouldn’t lie to you, but you didn’t want to believe it.  You would be forced to leave if you were Blessed.  Leave your friends, your home.  Leave him.  

“Y/N-”

“No.  I’m not Blessed.  I’m not, okay?”

“Y/N. You went through all 20 gates.  You made it to the fucking center.  You literally can’t deny it.”

“I’m not Blessed!  I’m not, because if I was then some stupid government goons will march in here, take me to some stupid rich kid territory and I’d never see any of you again!” He knew you weren’t handling this well, and he expected as much, but he needs to get a clear explanation across to you.  He needs to tell you what you are, and the power you have over the people.  And the power you now hold over him.

“If that were the case, you’d be gone already! They wouldn’t have let me take you back here, back to my home, if they wanted to drag you anywhere else.”  That was true.  They would’ve pried you out of his hands if they wanted to relocate you.  But, how did he even get you here? He couldn’t get to you in the Temple.  Did that old man carry you out, because that seemed unlikely.

“How did.. just how did you get me here?”

“I carried you out of the Temple.”

“Okay, now I know your lying.  Demon’s can’t enter the Temple, you know that.  The holiness of the place physically makes you sick.  You can’t even stand being near it!” You stopped to catch your heavy breath before you kept going, more ideas and concerns coming into your head.  “Besides, suppose you did carry me out like you said, there’s no way they would listen to you!  They’d just refuse anything you had to say and wave you off because you’re not human!”  

“They had no choice. They didn’t know I was there to begin with.”  

“What does that even mean-” Wonho cut you off by starting to unbutton the top buttons of his black shirt.  Why the hell was this asshole starting to strip when you were in a constant state of confusion and peril?!  You were about to chew him out, yell at him for being inconsiderate when he pulled open his shirt just enough to show you a mark on the left side of his chest.  A tattoo, no larger than your palm, all in black.  And it looked exactly like your pendant that hung around your neck.

“Do you remember calling me? Y/N, you Marked me. Since your word as the Blessed Child who passed through all the gates of that stupid Temple is absolute without question, so is mine.”  You.. you Marked him? That doesn’t make sense. No, you couldn’t have.  He’s a Demon.  Surely a Demon with a mark of a Blessed being would die, or at least be in some sort of pain. Was he okay, was he in pain from that Mark? Oh God, did you… were you really?

“I,” you just looked at his marking.  It was really there. “I really am.. Blessed?” He nodded.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t know how you got Marked, I guess it’s because I said your name.”  He looked at you.  He didn’t know how this  completely happened either.  That old man barely explained anything.  “When I first got to the pillar, I was tired.  Someone, an old man, asked me who the person I wanted to see the most was.  And I just said your name and then-”  You couldn’t remember after that.  

You realize he must be angry with you.  Sure, he’s talking to you, but his approach was off.  He was rigid, almost like he was being forced into something and he sat in a chair next to you, not plopped on the bed with you like he normally would be.  He was distancing himself.  He must be angry, frustrated that he was next to a child of God, on top of which being Mark but that child.  There must be a way to change it.  If you could take your Mark away from him and maybe put it on someone else, someone willing to be a Marked One of you, maybe he’d go back to the way he was before.  

“I’m sorry, I’ll remove it.”  Wonho looked at your lowered gaze, still staring at his chest.  

“Remove what?”

“The Mark.  I’m sure there’s a way to remove it and change it from you to someone else.  If I'm as powerful as they say, then I should have that power, right?”  He quickly started to cover the Mark up from you as soon as you reached forward to touch it, hoping that maybe it would smear right off him if you wished hard enough.  “What are you doing?  Let me see it.”

“No. I want to keep it there.”  You were flabbergasted.  What is he going on about?

“What?  No you don’t.  You hate Blessed Children, just like I do, or did I guess? Wonho, if you don’t let me take that off, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of my life.  Until I rot away and keel over, you’ll be dragged around wherever I go.  I’m not gonna keep you on a leash just because I want you.” His breath hitched at your words as well as your tone of solid voice.  It was the tone when you meant something, and were 100% truthful.  “Now, let me see it.”  He shook his head again as you tried to pull his shirt and look at the mark.

“Stop it!”  He grabbed your wrist and held it away from him.  “I don’t want you to get rid of it!  Leave it there!” He felt you still fighting against him, pushing against his grip, still trying to grab a hold of his shirt.  Still trying to fight him.  Still trying to erase that mark you unconsciously made on him.  He acted without thinking and before he or you could process it, he had both of your wrists in his grasp and was suddenly hovering over you, pinning you into the mattress.  

His palms held your wrists on either side of your head, one of his knees braced on the edge of the mattress while his other leg was still straightened out, foot on the ground.  Your knees had risen up, feet flat against the mattress as they slightly leaned against his hovering waist.  This was strange of him, he never acted on impulse like this before.  He had always, always held himself back.  Always making himself think rationally and putting your well being in the forefront of his mind, pushing his selfish actions aside.  

But now, with your hair fanned out under you, your stress heavy eyes, the guilt that swirled in them and the confusion. All of the cloudy, heavy confusion that blocked the vivid color of your bright eyes changed something in him.  The mark you put on his chest made him feel something.  Feel you.  He could feel your suffering, your pain, your past and if he really concentrated he was sure he could feel your future.  It was all running in his veins; you were running in his veins.  So rampant, so wild, so unstoppable.

“Wonho, what are you doing.  Get off me.”  Your voice was stern.  He watched as your eyes shook, dilating back and forth in pure, thick emotion.  He looked at your wrists trapped in his steel like grip, and he focused every ounce of energy to feel how your pulse quickened under him.  He could hear you try and steady your breath and he could practically hear your heartbeat with each unsteady breath that left your lips.  

Lips.  Your lips were dry, chapped from the lack of moisture you would supply them.  You were sleeping so long, so heavily and so exhausted that your body couldn’t swipe your tongue over them to keep them shining and wet.  He’d never taken the time to notice without being discreet, but now he could stare at them all he wanted.  And he wanted nothing more than to kiss them right now.

You watched him, trying to analyse him and what he was doing.  He never acted rash with you, never said anything too bluntly and always tried to find some filter with you.  He’d only touch you when you would deem it okay and it’d always be playful.  Something like this wasn’t something you’d see him do, let alone to you.  It sent you into overdrive, making you hyper aware of everything around you.  Maybe it was the stupid blessing kicking into your brain, maybe it was the ‘Will of the Gods’ making you see things you’d normally overlook.  

His eyes scanning your face, then bounced over your body.  From wrists, to neck to lips and then back to the eyes.  You would feel him loosen his grip on you ever so slightly, just to tighten up again, almost like he was fighting with himself over something.  You felt the bed dip more when he put more pressure onto his braced knee beside you.  You’d watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat each time he closed his mouth to swallow air, just to reopen it.  Just what was running through his head?

“Wonho?”  Stern obviously wasn’t working, but maybe questioning him would do something.  His gaze snapped up to you, the tone of your voice doing the complete opposite effect you planned.  You wanted to gain his attention, that you did, but you wanted to calm him.  Get answers.  Instead, he was becoming more and more irrational.  Then, with the worried look in your eyes and the slight crease in your brows, something in him broke.

“I’m sorry,” was all he said.  You expected him to heave himself off you, but he didn’t.  He got lower to you, closer. You pushed yourself back into the mattress by instinct as his nose brushed yours.  Speechless is what you were.  “I’m sorry,” he repeated as he took one more look into your eyes before he kissed you.  It left you shocked and frozen before he pulled away from you. He didn’t move far, just enough to detach his lips from yours.  

You felt his breath hit your face as he stared into your eyes, just like earlier.  They were glazed over, darkened with a spec of light that seemed to be diminishing by the second.  He wasted no time in lowering himself to kiss you a second time before you could open your mouth.  He was scared, scared you’d push him away, reject him if his mouth wasn’t covering yours.  But, fear wasn’t the only thing driving him.  He was desperate.  His desperation to be with you, to stay with you and to make sure you don’t wipe him away kept him here, hovered over you.

You were the long awaited savior of the humans.  The new Messiah.  Their Blessed Child of the Gods who was suppose to banish all Demons, fix the humans and rebuild the world.  He knew you, he knew you didn’t want to, but what if you did anyways? What if you pushed him away?  What if you decided to lock him and his race back down into the cold world beneath the Earth that is Hell?  What would he do then?  He’d sooner rip out his stomach, then see you turn him away just because of some stupid prophet’s words decades ago.

No God will keep him from you.  Not even you yourself.  Not anymore.  

He pulled away from you once again, but didn’t hover above your face like last time and instead traveled down your neck.  Brushing his nose against your jaw and dragging his lips over your skin, drying them out only for him to swipe his tongue over them.  He felt your body unconsciously arch towards him, felt your hands ball into fists as your wrists tensed in his grip.  He listened to your breath hitch and heard your small whines you tried to bite back.  

Perhaps this was wrong, doing what he was doing.  No, he knew this was wrong.  He hadn’t said anything to you, and this was surely shocking to you, maybe even beyond so, but he couldn’t stop.  You were an addiction, one he didn’t want to stop.  He wanted to hear you whine, and moan and he wanted to feel even more of you.

“Tell me to stop,” he bit at your neck, making you wince.  He spoke to you, but he didn’t stop anything as he did so.  “Tell me to stop, push me away, scream at me, I don’t care.  Unless you do something, anything, I won’t stop.”  He looked at the red teeth markings on your neck, swiped his tongue over it and watched as his healing effect lifted and made them disappear, only for him to bite down again.  “I won’t stop, Y/N.” He looked up to you, meeting your gaze one final time.  “Please… please don’t make me stop.”

“How-how long have you-?” That was all you could whisper out.  He was acting like he’d dreamt of doing this.  Having you pinned under him as he licked at your skin, and not to just heal your wounds from fighting.  

“So long. You have no idea.  Please.”  He pushed his forehead against your chest and bit at his lip before looking back at you.  It was torture keeping eye contact with you, let alone like this.  He needed an answer, something to tie him down.  Then you opened your mouth and gave him one after what seemed to be a time span of years.

“I won’t stop you,” your voice barely a whisper. He wanted to make sure you meant it, make sure you truly weren’t going to push him away and run, but the only thing his mouth could do is latch back onto your skin. He let go of your wrists to pull his shirt off his shoulders, trusting you enough to not bring your hands back to his chest.  He meant it every time he said that he hated the humans, hated the Blessed Children and their followers, but it wasn’t because as a demon he was pushed away.  It was because you, a human among other humans, was hurt because of your choice.  He hated them for their actions towards you, not towards him.

But, now you were suddenly forced into a position you didn’t want, and had no choice in the matter, he wanted to be with you.  He was scared when you entered the temple.  He thought he’d never see you again, just like you thought you wouldn’t see him.  You both thought you’d be dragged off in uncross-able paths, but instead you called for him.  Out of everyone, anyone, you called for him- wanted him.  And he wanted you too.  

Once his shirt slid off his shoulders, he quickly placed his large hands on you waist, slithering them under your shirt to rub circles into your skin with his thumbs.  You sighed at the pleasant pressure as he slid his hands up your torso to removed your shirt entirely, tossing it away from you onto the floor.  With more skin being revealed to him, he could see small scars from your particularly nasty fights in the past.  He growled at the sight of them.

The only thing good he could think of right now about your sudden possession of power is that now should anyone dare to raise a hand to you, they’d have to answer to the masses, most notably to him.  He buried his face in your chest, biting at you, making your back arch just enough to where he could slip your shorts down past your hips.

He chuckled as he listened to the rapid beat your heart produced in your chest.  He only dreamt of being this close to you.  He almost didn’t believe it was happening.  He reached behind you to hook his arms under your back and sit you up.  He lifted you to where you sat, straddling his waist in nothing but your undergarments.

He chuckled again at your flushed cheeks and darting gaze, a gaze that was unfocused and not sure where to keep their sights.  You’d seen Wonho shirtless countless times before, he was comfortable with his body after all.  But, the situation at hand made it seem like the first true time you’ve ever seen him bareback.  He massaged your hips, rolling you against himself as he tucked his lower lips between his teeth.

He felt your hands fumbled with his jeans button and zip before you were trying to remove them. He licked at your neck and moved his hands behind your upper back to unhook your bra, making it fall to his lap between the two of you.  

“You are beautiful,” he all but whispered as he ran his lips from your throat to your chest, kissing your breasts with as much ease as he could, making you mewl. You pushed your covered center against his, making his teeth trap a stiff nipple and roll his tongue over it, making your arch further into him.  Just a little more an it’ll be all he’s ever wanted for as long as he can remember. 

One of his hands slid down between both of your bodies and began pushing a pleasant amount of pressure against your sex.  He watched you bite your lip and whine as he pushed aside your panties and teased your wet folds.  He thought your lip would bleed between your teeth and part of him wished it would, just so he could lick your lips and make the injury disappear.

“You’re teasing…” You sighed as he smirked.

“I want to take my time.”

“That’s a first,” he smiled to you as you joked with him.  Even in this intimate moment you were still comfortable with him.

“Don’t stop yourself,” he said.  Before you could ask him what he meant, you were gasping, reeling and clutching at his shoulders as you braced yourself, for he had pushed a finger into your slick cunt.  You pushed your hips down against him, his palm cupping around your clit almost too perfectly.  Wonho kept his gaze down, watching his finger disappear ever so slowly in and out of you.  You curled your own hand around his wrist and he panicked, thinking you wanted him to stop.

“More.” The tension in his shoulders slackened as he obeyed.  Perhaps he should save all the teasing for another day.  The grinding of your hips faltered as a second one of his fingers joined the first to abuse you.  Sighs, whines and low moans let him know that you wouldn’t last much longer with his fingers.  He quickly pulled them from you, hearing you whine and watched as your body slacked at the lack of anything filling you.

“Are you going to make a woman wait all night?” You questioned, breathless, as you tugged on his unbuttons jeans.  He chuckled at your impatience and kissed you, lifted you off his lap to lay you on your back against the mattress in front of him.  

“I would never.”  He shimmied your panties off you, leaving you completely bare and shameless for his lust blown eyes.  He ran his hand over your sides, chest, neck, stomach and thighs, taking in how soft you were. How warm. In the dim room lighting, Wonho could see the glisten of your arousal between your thighs.

He snickered when you tried pushing his loose pants off his waist with your feet. He aided your sad excuse of trying to strip him, and along with the removal of his jeans, his boxers disappeared also.  Tossing them aside, he took no time in crawling over your body.  He kissed at your forehead, nose and cheeks before he captured your lips again.  

“Ready?” He asked as you sighed from feeling him slick his cock with your fluids that had already leaked out of your core.  You nodded, desperate at this point.  Part of him was suddenly nervous because he knew you’ve never done anything like this before.  It was really no surprised you were a virgin.  What if he hurt you too much?

“Hoseok,” his attention was immediately yours at the use of his real name coming from you.  “I’ll be fine, I promise.” That was all the confirmation he needed before he began to ease himself inch by inch into you.  

It hurt.

That was a dead giveaway.  Once he was pushed in, he held his heavy breath.  He kissed at your face, wanting your pain to stop so you can experience the same pleasure he was.  You were so warm, so tight, he thought he was losing his mind just sitting rock hard, inside you.

He didn’t know how much time passed with him buried and motionless inside you, but the feeling of you rolling your hips up against his gave him the green light to move.  Slowly, he left the deep warmth of you, just to roll right back in.  He had half a mind to fuck you into the mattress, but he had to control himself.  That last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain, he wanted to make a good impression for your first time, not act like an animal.

It wasn’t long before you were urging him to move faster.  Your hands tangling in his hair as he braced his arms on either side of your head.  Hips snapping against your as your mouth hung open, sounds from groans, to moans and whines pouring out of them like a broke water faucet that was running non-stop. 

The unfamiliar feeling of something twisting and building up more and more with pressure in your gut grew stronger with each strengthening thrust of Wonho’s cock.  He could feel when the strings in your lower body were ready to snap and he only urged you towards complete destruction.  His thrusts were ruthless as you were whip-lashed over the edge of your orgasm, body shaking and it wasn’t long before Wonho was pulling out of you, onlyto  jerk himself to the point he came to his high, painting your stomach white.  

He was quick to hop up and grab a towel that he had thrown in his hamper to clean off your stomach, still slightly damp from the last time he showered and dried his hair, making it easier to clean you. You lay completely still as he cleaned you and soon he was sliding one of his shirts over your exhausted body as he slipped on sweats and tucked you both under his covers.  Though you had just woken up, you had a pretty vigorous work-out, so it wasn’t a surprise you were tired all over again.

It was when you were finally able to catch your breath that you saw the mark on his chest again.  You had completely overlooked it until now.  Wonho noticed you looking at it and narrowed his eyes, ready to fight back against you again if you still wanted to take it off him.  He didn’t want you to, he wouldn’t let you.  No matter what, he was going to keep that mark on him.

“Keep me.”  His sudden declaration took you by surprise.  Keep him?

“What?”

“Keep me as your Marked One.  Please.  I don’t want to leave you.”  He looped his finger around the chain that was going to be around your neck for the rest of your life and untucked the pendant from under the shirt you wore.  He moved the metal in his palm before he moved to kiss the pendant and rest his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your stomach.  “I love you, okay? So, just keep me.”

Your fingers carded through his messy hair as you nodded.  

“Alright.  I’ll let you stay.  But, don’t you go thinking you’re on a leash.  If ever the day comes you want to leave me, you tell me and I’ll let you go without fuss.”  He lifted his head and quickly placed a kiss on your lips, wanting you to stop talking about him leaving you one day.  What utter nonsense.  Him leaving? That was the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

“I’m never going to leave.  So, you’ll never have to let me go.”  You smiled at him as he placed his head back on your chest.  He wanted to listen to your heartbeat. He felt you kiss the top of his head, smiling as you rubbed the back of his neck, played with his hair and rubbed his back.  This was all he wanted.  This intimacy with you, and no one else but you.  For so long, he waited and waited and finally he got it.  

“I love you too,” you whispered against his scalp as you kissed it once again.  He smiled, you could feel his cheeks pushing upwards against your chest as you both started to drift off.  For the first time, Wonho was finally able to fall asleep with the sound of your heartbeat under his ear as his lullaby.

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After that day, everything was so much different. 

The morning you woke up with Wonho on your chest was the same day that officials of the government came to take you back, finally tracking you down.  You had refused to separate from Wonho, or any of the other boys for that matter.  You had explained everything to the others, about you, about Wonho, and about the Temple.  

With enough argument, it was decided that you finally wanted better for your friends, for your lover and for yourself.  You had agreed to move wherever the government decided best for you, but with the exception that all 7 of the boys come with you.  You would not let them go, not when they’ve been with you for as long as you could remember. 

After a week of moving, adjustment of power and finally not being enemy #1, it was getting easier.  You had made a public announcement arranged by the largest viewed broadcasting station.  You explained that you had passed all the gates of the Temple and had your necklace as proof.  Further, you explained that you did have a Marked One chosen, and unless you decided against it, his word would be absolute.  You were the only other person capable of overruling his decisions. 

Furthermore, you had explained that the so called Prophecy of the Gods would be rewritten by you.  You wouldn’t cast away with the Demons, but offer them a choice.  You would close the gates of Hell, just as it said, but you would offer every Demon a chance to stay on Earth until they die.  They could stay and life as a Demon on Earth until the Demons all went extinct, or they could travel back to Hell before you shut it’s doors for good.  As for the Temple, you decided to keep it up.  

You planned to opening the Temple to the public, rearranging it’s foretold components and making it a sacred place of prayer of those who seek help.  It was a lot of work, but you were tired of seeing so much hate and profanities painted on the walls of the Earth.  

Wonho had chosen whole heartily to stay by your side, living as a Demon until his life snuffs out, as did the other 7 boys.  More Demons came to you wishing to stay on Earth, more than you expected with the harsh rulings over them for decades.  You created ‘safe places’ for Demons to traverse among Humans without worry of fear of an attack or a brawl breaking out.  

Many months passed, and you had been finally settled into a larger home on the outskirts of the city.  It was woodland area, quiet and open.  Just what you wanted for you and the boys.  They had practically clung to your arms and legs to let them life with you, you couldn’t exactly say no to them.  You were sitting on the bay window of your attic, staring outside and watching at the rain fell in the mid-afternoon. 

With all your plans in action, being a working progress, and the gates of Hell officially sealed and the Temple allowing more than just Blessed Children inside, you had time to think.  

Once all the Demons died on Earth, then it would be a completely human populous again, so maybe some future generations would learn not to meddle in thing they don’t understand, or not to attack each other.  But, then what?  

You hear the creaking of the trap door in the floor slid open as Wonho popped his head into the attic, seeing you in your bay window.  You had a habit of coming up here to think.  He pulled himself into the attic as he slid the trap door shut again and walked to your side, leaned down to kiss your cheek and rubbed at your shoulders, standing beside you. 

“What are you thinking about today, love?” You sighed as you leaned your head back against his chest.  He looped his hand from your shoulder to your chest to fiddle with your necklace, a habit he’s developed from somewhere recently. 

“Do you know what happens to Demons that die?” Wonho sighed in thought as he looked outside, watching the sky’s tears hit the glass and dribble down to the wooden window pane outside. 

“Many say they are reincarnated as the species they die among.” 

“So, when all the Demons on Earth die?” 

“I suppose they’d reincarnate as humans somewhere along the line.”  You sighed as you leaned further into him.  

“Do you believe you’ll be reincarnated?”  He shrugged.  Who knew. 

“If I am, I hope I can find you again.” 

“Who said I will be?” 

“The soul never truly dies, it just get’s recycled and tossed around as it shifts from body to body over time.  I’m sure that a soul of the Gods isn’t one they’ll let go of so easily.  You’ll be back, even if you die.” 

You chuckled.  He made a point, the Gods wouldn’t put the Blessed Children here on the ground just to life a short life and then dissipate into the galaxy.  But, that raised so many more questions.  Would you remember your past, would you always be pulled towards the same love over and over again like a genetic magnet in your DNA? Nothing was made clear. 

Wonho chuckled as he pinched as your neck, making you yelp and slap his arm.  He lifted you up as he moved to sit on the bay window, you on his lap as he held you and watched the rain.  

“Don’t worry about the future.  We’ll find each other again, it’s a soul thing.”  You chuckled and finally let the conversation die until another time. 

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The year 2067 was the year you died, your body growing frail with sickness and landing you a very early death.  Another 5 years later, Wonho followed you, finally succumbing to his heartache of your cold absence.  Years passed by and soon the Demons all died off one by one, and by the year 2084, humans ruled the Earth as one unit again.  

2084 seemed like such a bright future, but honestly it was very ordinary.  technology had advanced, yes, but the people as a whole had remained the same as all those years ago. They had learned that if they wanted change to occur, it should never be immediate and needs to be monitored and a collective progress of the people. 

2084 was the year that Earth once again was prosperous.  Travel was still busy as ever and many people had more opportunities to go wherever they wished. Many came to your city in hopes of seeing and praying at the sacred Temple you created for the people. 

2084 was the year a young, 25 year old man from Korea had decided to take a trip to anywhere, but home.  He had a goal, a goal of finding an older styled tattoo shop and getting a tattoo of a symbol he mindlessly doodled on a piece of paper, kept in his wallet.  

He had heard of a tattoo shop that was a small little hole in the wall, but was still in business thanks to it’s older style of the 2020s.  Not decked out in TVs, or radios, or machines.  Just a walk in shop with a bell on the door.  He had found it fairly easily with the help of his phone and soon he was stepping inside. 

The little bell signaled a walk in, and an older man greeted the younger one at the desk. The shop was covered in sketches hanging from the walls, and a divider was set up between the waiting area and the bench for the actual work to start. Even the air inside the place felt rustic and clean, as opposed to heavy and loitered in ink. 

“What can I do for you today?” The old man spoke over the counter to the young man.  He pulled out his wallet, and then the small scrap of folded paper before he slid it onto the desk top.

“I wanted to get this done today, if I could.”  The old man took it, and smiled at it fondly, almost like he had seen the completely random doodle the younger had drawn before. He nodded though. 

“Of course.  My granddaughter is in the back, I’ll have her make you a stencil and she’ll ink you.” He took the small scrap of paper and moved to a small door behind the desk.  “Make a stencil for the young man outside, you have something to do today.”  

20 minutes later, the old man was ushering the man behind the divider and into a chair.  He had pulled off his shirt, wanting the tattoo on his chest and sat, waiting for his granddaughter.  And soon, she showed up around the divider.  

“Hey!  I’m your artist for the day!”  The girl sat down in her own chair across front he young man as she then got up and jabbed at his chest.  “So a chest tat, huh?” He nodded. 

“Just felt like it shouldn’t go anywhere else, you know?” She nodded.  She had tattoos on her arms and he even saw one peeking out from under her shirt collar to her neck.  Her hair was pulled back out of her face, and she looked fairly comfortable, and happy.  It was a small shop, so maybe business was slow most of the time. 

“I hear yah, some times they just need to go in one place, or else it’s all wrong.  What’s your name by the way?” She started marking his chest with where it was going to do, transferring the stencil to his skin before the actual process. 

“Wonho, or that’s what I want to be called.”  She nodded.  Interesting name, interesting design, he must be a very interesting man. He looked at her sewn in name on her shirt. 

Y/N.  That was your name.  

“Well, Wonho, got any other tats you wanna share with the class?” He spoke to you the entire time you worked on his chest.  Inking, wiping, re-inking and wiping again.  He told you about the tattoos on his foot, thigh and even the risque one on his rear.  You explained some of yours, and how you wanted to be a tattoo artist ever since you watched your grandfather do it as a child. 

By the time the process was done, and he was admiring your finished work. He had sheepishly asked if he could get your number, not feeling like it would be right to leave without keeping in contact with you.  With a successful number swap and even a possible date with you, the pretty tattoos artist, Wonho walked out of the shop with a feeling in his chest that made him feel like he’s been reunited with someone he lost long ago, someone he use to know. That, and a new tattoo on his chest.

A tattoo of an ancient star.

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What color mix should I use for my home?

Without any doubt, the importance of colours in life can not be overstated. From our choice of clothing to the cars we ride to the choice of our dream homes. We all gravitate towards colours. It is so important.

So, when you ask the colour you should paint your home, it is as correct as anything in its entirety. It is not a bad question. You have to choose the right colour for both the interior and exterior of your home. I often likened a home to a palace, when it is painted with fantastic colours that radiate the beauty of the big abode.

The right colour you choose will always revamp the great look and glamour of your home. Colour is so magical that it can make or mar the outlook and attractiveness of an abode depending on the colour combination you use. 

Furthermore, the colour mix you use for your home and the entire interior decorations have a profound effect on your family. So, it is important you select the right colour for your home. Usually, people tend to make mistakes when they are choosing colour combinations for their homes.

The colour combinations of choice for your home

I will be discussing some of the beautiful colour combinations you can use for your home that will not only radiate the elegance and charm of your abode but also enliven you and your family members.

Pastel colours

Oh, you wonder what pastel colours are? Colours that lack strong shade are called pastel colours. Baby blue, mauve, and pink are those colours. These colours go perfectly together. They blend excellently. The walls of your villa give a glamorous and enchanting look plus a brilliant feel to your home. Besides you love it, your children would mostly love it more than anything. It is the nicest painting colour mix for children’s room too.

Pastel colours elicit a neutral, soothing, and soft nature in your home. It is really an excellent home paint colour mix to use.

Purple and Neutral Grey

This colour mix, purple and gunmetal grey, is a first-class home paint colour combo. It is for sophisticated homes. See, when you mixed grey with purple, you are sure of a home with an interior outlook that elicits sophistication and commands much respect. 

When rightly mixed, purple would impeccably blend with gunmetal grey to give your home a distinct home paint colour mix. This dignified colour combination especially in your sitting room will speak greatly about your perfect and exquisite sense of home decor. This colour combo is of the latest colour mix that is rightly trending for those who have taste for an elegant outlook.

Turquoise and Soft Pink

When you mix these two rightly, you are sure of having a bold colour combination for your interiors. Soft pink and the turquoise mix give your villa a lustrous and bright outlook. If you want to make your girls happy always, the exuberant appearance of turquoise and soft pink will always do the job. This versatile combination is perfect for walls. It would make your interiors design styles and other artworks are as lustrous and brilliant as they should be. It works well with interior designs.

Grape and Aquarium Blue

This mix has a way of infusing energy and vibrancy when used for your interior walls and bedrooms. It is really in itself. The combination has a magical effect plus it gives vibes and animates you and your families. When you used the colour mix in your homes, it brings joyous feelings and enthusiasm that will always get you spirited. It can turn a dull room into an abode of joy. It is illuminating even in the dark.

It has an alluring and enticing effect on your visitors when you apply it at your entrance. The playful and bright outlook of aqua and grape mix makes the combo a perfect home paint for your home.

Yellow and Blue

The mixture of yellow and blue gives a thrilling and electrifying pairing. When you use the combination of warm yellow paint and vivid blue paint, then you are sure of having a home with an interior that has an electric and dynamics outlook. This powerful mix is perfectly suitable to pain your study room because yellow has a memory-enhancing influence.

The colour combination can mellow the mood of your abode when your wall is given blue paint that gets a shade of contrast from the yellow paint. It will be dramatic. These two colours are a perfect combination for wall painting as they synergistically have great impacts on your home.

 White and Orange

When you mix orange with white there is an impeccable atmosphere for an electric family. Orange is a popular colour for happiness and celebration.bOrange can radiate anywhere in your home and connects all the schemes of your home. The lucency of a white couple with the electrification that accompanies the orange-painted wall will give your bedroom a cheerful ambiance.  The colour mix gives you a captivating interior home outlook.

Navy blue and White

When you use the colour mix, your home assumes a minimalistic interior home look. It is good. This colour mix brings elegance, lucency, and great feelings of opulence to your home. More so, it makes your rooms look more spacious than they are actually. Another thing, it is capable of stimulating your appetite and makes you ravenous. So, these colours are a great fit for your kitchen.

Aqua and Cream

If you are a beach-goer, then should be a great fit for you. The combo throws a kind of cool and breezy climate into your home. For sure, the paint will always remind you and your family about the beach. While aqua, as expected, will be reminding about the sea, the cool cream paint is highlighting the sand. So, the colours will give you a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

We, at HCDDream Interior Solutions, are a Leading Interior Design Company in Bangalore, Karnataka, India. Speak with us today and let’s give you the best and impeccable color combination that will bring out the elegance and thrilling mood of your home while electrifying you and your family. If you have a choice of color already, we will love to humanize the painting for you and create an ever-cherishing value in it.

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Decorating Tips: 5 steps to create a fine dine setting at home

The pandemic has paved the way to find solace and seek our homes as havens of safety and delight. While it may not be every day that we step out for a luxurious meal, there are always hacks to create that at home without much effort and fuss. So, whether you are planning a solo meal or with family or even guests have thrown in for good measure, these tips can help you re-create that ambiance with minimal effort.

Interior design and decor play an important role in a successful fine-dine set-up. Setting the mood will psychologically alter the state of mind which enhances satisfaction for your guests/family as well as sets a “theme” or a “vibe” for the entirety of the culinary experience you aim to bring to them.

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However, good space design and well-thought concepts are tough to grasp and pull off without a guideline or framework, which is why we at India Circus by Krsnaa Mehta have curated 5 steps to create a fine dine experience inside the four walls of your beautiful home.

Impeccable Decor

When you are trying to set the mood for your dining experience, the decor around your room matters a lot. Centerpieces like designer accents, figurines, and tissue holders will do wonders for your quest for fine dine and can also be a perfect addition to the entire table set-up. Wall art that surrounds the table will add immense value to the setting and can help the composition in terms of providing a new aesthetic and heightening the experience with strong and bold visuals.

Arrangement of Space

Declutter and draw up a floor plan revolving around key concepts or a few good things you want to bring attention to. Making the space flow well with the overall theme is imperative to avoid cramping it up with unnecessary knick-knacks or using a plethora of decor and accents which create unease and negatively impact the theme you are going for. The reason why fine dining restaurants have posh and chic aesthetics is that they use space effectively to highlight the decor and create visually stimulating leads. Create focal points with a few thoughtfully curated accents such as figurines, lights, and various other furniture

Bring out the China

One of the first things that catch your eye when you sit down at the dining table is the dinnerware used. In fine dining, even plates and serveware have to be meticulously chosen and carefully placed to aid in the overall aesthetic and theme you are going for. The appearance of food on the plate and platter is half the battle won as chefs and culinary experts always say – “By complementing both the visual aspects of the food and also the general theme of the meal, the right tableware helps set the mood.”

Lighting and Candles

Diners have a better experience in embracing the culinary skills where the lights are dim and soft, with some music in the background. This creates a cozy yet chic atmosphere for a fine dining experience. Correct use of lighting leads to greater satisfaction in a comfortable atmosphere, which explains why even the most expensive restaurants keep their lights low. It is important to choose the right design for lamps and other light sources to match the ambiance in a room while also drawing visual attention and drama to the mood and tone of the atmosphere.

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The use of candles is also very beneficial as they have a soft glow, which helps create contrast and bloom without overpowering the overall design language you are going for. Designer candles go a long way in creating a nice depth and visual cue and are pleasing to look at.

A play of Colors

Choosing the right color scheme and sticking to the desired color palette is important to create design synergies, which help in amplifying ambiance through contrasts and tones. However, it is very important to stick to your color scheme as experimenting with different shades and designs is always good, but choosing them and implementing them in such a way that there is no overpowering area in your space is crucial.

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Certain colors also invoke certain feelings and emotions. Blue for example often symbolizes serenity, peace, and balance while red symbolizes passion, love, and joy. Use color schemes to your advantage. Good design architecture is always seamless and intentional. Use wallpaper to enhance a table set-up or contrasting trays and mugs to create a pop of color on the table.

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Get Quality LED Strip Lights to Have Perfect Illumination

Enlightenment is the most required characteristic that is an unquestionable requirement for each sort of condition. There is consistently a need to have legitimate lighting is wanted pieces of a property as everything has a significant need of this thing to make nature flawlessly settled. Having quality helping is the most basic part to keep the environment an incredible spot for both rest and work. This isn't the easy breezy to conceal the various kinds of zones for lighting as it takes a great deal of handlings and ranges of abilities and there must be offered inclination to the expert capacities that have a solid hold over such employments. There consistently comes the expert capacities that can charm our property deceivability and we get the correct condition as indicated by our desire. When there need quality LED lights, proficient providers of this field are constantly favored by the individuals to enlighten the atmosphere impeccably. An expert specialist co-op consistently makes a point to give the correct outcomes and all we need is genuine lighting that can impeccably imagine all the presence in a region.

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1. LED innovation is the most essential stuff that changes over the vitality into light. This at last diminishes your cost on the power bills and in this way, sets aside both vitality and cash. This is the most reasonable arrangement that everybody should make to have an ideal look at the most moderate cost.

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3. Food, drinks, list if people to attend, and area are the key fundamentals that are constantly intended to have fruitful occasion yet a brilliant brightening can never be disregarded. A fruitful gathering or occasion depends upon amazing vibe, and lights are the key fixings to making the state of mind you need. There comes the workmanship of experts that must be taken on need to make this work finished with flawlessness. The ideal arrangement of lighting is the most required thing that can make the entire condition delightfully settled.

4. Price includes the most in all fields of life that makes the individual ready to choose the best and when there is a need to go with an expert provider of LED strip lights, we should try to assess the costs. Not all the organizations offer the equivalent but rather some are interested about their employments and offer the best costs against superb administrations. Thus, we have to choose the best one as indicated by our desire.

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Men’s Style Casual Pants Online Shopping In Pakistan

Proclamation coats and the most recent shoes are continually going to be top of men's desire records, however don't give high-wattage a chance to clobber daze you to the basics. The correct pair of pants can be the most unobtrusively amazing thing you wear, yet fail to understand the situation and you'll immediately dull the sparkle of the inclining pieces you spent so much time pursuing.

Indeed, it's anything but difficult to just stout for your attempted and-tried thin fit dark pants for the umpteenth time, however there's an entire closet loaded with first-rate trews that will look similarly as smooth given a large portion of the opportunity. Here is a portion of the unrecognized pant styles that you probably won't have considered, however unquestionably should.

Corduroy Trousers

Once carefully the protect of anecdotal (and genuine) occupants of the scholarly community, corduroy is a standout amongst the most underutilized materials in men's style and, whenever worn accurately, can make for a key pair of pants. There's a 1970s recovery going on in menswear, as well, so there will never be been a superior time to cover your legs in the string.

The line is a material made out of woven, contorted cotton or fleece, bringing about parallel lines (called 'grains'). Fleece corduroy is the most strong sort and wears especially well. In this way, just as presenting a touch of shallow knowledge, line pants will withstand a reasonable piece of unpleasant and tumble. The Indiana Jones of legwear, maybe. They can get somewhat warm, however, so it's ideal to spare them for when the virus truly begins to nibble.

As opposed to its occasionally stuffy implications, corduroy is splendid when dressing down and worn coolly. Take a stab at joining a couple of dim corduroy pants with a sweatshirt and commonsense cowhide tennis shoes to signpost that you're not really an individual at Oxbridge.

This stripey texture additionally works admirably of adding a pinch of identity to increasingly formal clothing. A thin cut corduroy suit will make a superb partner for a light-measure move neck and priest tie shoes come party season. Swerve the shirt and tie, however – Doctor Who has rendered that combo unwearable wherever outside of Comic-Con.

Fleece Trousers

A firm most loved of style bloggers (the thoughtful who don't dress like anime space explorers, that is) and craftsmanship chiefs the world over, fleece pants offer a return to the days when pants weren't the true ruler of legwear.

Ideal both for styling with other custom fitted isolates or tiding an easygoing getup, fleece pants have been a pillar among industry insiders for a considerable length of time – and their notoriety isn't hinting at any disappearing.

While you'll regularly observe them dressed down with a couple of tennis shoes by authorities of cool hanging outside space workplaces comfortable puffing on roll-ups, they work similarly also styled in an increasingly customary manner. For motivation, cast your eye to Pitti Uomo where they're regularly grounded with a couple of brogues, Derbies or twofold priests.

Twill Chinos

A decent bit of workwear puts in a move on the off chance that you need to attest your old-school manly qualifications. In twill chinos, quality craftsmanship meets dependability and style in an ideal ménage à trews of cool that is still astoundingly wearable.

Cut from heavyweight cotton, woven to make a surface containing corner to corner parallel edges, twill is a conventional material that, whenever put resources into, will give fantastic expense per-wear counts on account of its solid nature.

Also, every scrape on a couple of twill chinos recounts to a story – regardless of whether the main 'work' you end up doing in them is loafing about on Twitter. In twill, the ambushed chino likewise breaks out of the domain of 'Ibiza fellows on visit' into an inside and out progressively grown-up feeling of spot and convention.

The style is still, carefully, an easygoing pant so wear them with a nice pair of shoes, (for example, anything with a complexity Vibram sole), a T-shirt orbit of knitwear and top with an overshirt or denim coat for an easily chill obligation look.

Loose Legged Trousers

The thin pants backfire is authoritatively on. Tired of disgustingly sketched out genitalia and attempting (and coming up short) to evacuate our skinnies with poise following a night out, loose-legged pants and pants are looking increasingly engaging constantly.

Beholding back to 1950s-enlivened pieces of clothing, Levi's 501 cut is solidly back on the radar of menswear's most sharp and the model has brought its mates in the interest of personal entertainment, as well.

While they are ideal for giving a stage to a champion bit of footwear, looser-slice chinos and pants need to break impeccably. Excessively long and they'll resemble the floor-hauling boot cuts, excessively high and you'll seem as though you're wearing three-quarter lengths. The primary target is to maintain a strategic distance from a pooling circumstance, so we'd propose going for the sew to fall somewhere close to the highest point of your shoe and its previously set of eyelets.

With regards to styling, differentiate the additional texture underneath by keeping your top half fitted to maintain a strategic distance from any allegations that you've been playing spruce up in your father's closet.

Slimline Joggers

There have been some phenomenal half breeds throughout the years: the shacket, the snood, er, Kimye, however none brag as much fortitude as athleisure, which is an uncommon case of design and capacity uniting for more noteworthy's benefit.

The games luxury development is as yet a draw Stateside, and keeping in mind that UK marks took somewhat longer to get up to speed, youthful Brits have investigated their hearts. Consolidating the "it feels like I'm wearing nothing by any stretch of the imagination" solace of joggers with the thin attack of a progressively contemporary work pant, they're similarly at home in the bar or the rec center.

While there could be a contention made for the correct jogger coordinated with the privilege overshirt, we'd recommend keeping the streetwear vibe going with a logo T-shirt from any semblance of Palace, Stussy or Undefeated, a position of safety way of life sprinter on the foot and a somewhat more astute plane coat.

In case you're not on a streetwear flex, venture into some container new white ribbon up coaches and stick on a (flawlessly pressed) Oxford shirt to infuse some sharpness into the look.