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jamsterrr · 4 months

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P. SEONGHWA . . . FATAL ATTRACTION 3 ⭑.ᐟ

seonghwa. fatal love. ex lovers. “ i want you again .. “

description ; thinking it was for the best , breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years since you both “ grew apart “ but when a mis understanding comes about. what will happen when you’re forced to spend time together, what happened to those “ we just grew apart “ feelings.

seonghwa!ateez x female!reader

words : 2.2k

contains. ‼️ ; cursing , sexual scenes , 18+ content , may contain typos , slight slow burn. ( let me know if i miss anything ! )

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 2 here.

———— .. ᯓᡣ𐭩 ( part three ) ᡣ𐭩ᯓ .. ————

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Walking out of the room after your face was cooled down, holding onto the bag you decided on bringing, packed with sunscreen, shades, a towel and a water bottle. A million and one thoughts running through your mind. Though your mind was more set on getting the male back, because this meant war, and you didn't feel like being the bigger person.

Making sure Pop had water and food before you left, spotting Seonghwa, along with Yeosang, Hongjoong and Mingi; with the girl that was attached to his hip. Which made you wonder whoever she was, though you weren't particularly too interested in getting to know her just yet, and that seemed to be the case with her as well. Since Mingi hadn't introduced her to anyone yet, but everyone seemed to know her. So why not to you?

You moved past the couple and squeezed yourself between Yeosang and Seonghwa. Yeo sang smiled at you. "I can't wait to swim, its actually going to be so fun" the male said. Yeosang loved to swim, it was one of his hobbies. You were surprised he didn't make a career out of it. "I can't wait either" you smiled and gently touched his shoulder as he finally looked at you and then noticed your outfit. "Wow, Y/N??" the male spoke, slightly causing attention before you blushed and covered your breast. "Yeosang..!" you whined, turning his face away and blushing, hearing a slight snicker come from Seonghwa's lips.

"Wow, never noticed how big they were" Hongjoong spoke before laughing, getting nudged by Seonghwa in the side. "Please stop looking at her breast yeah?" Seonghwa frowned, his eyes rolling at you before he took your arm and pulled you back, Yeosang stopping and looking at you before you nodded for him to continue walking with the others. Once they were a bit far and it seemed like they couldn't hear the conversation that was about to occur, you snatched your hand away.

"Don't grab me like that" you snatched your hand away, rolling your eyes at the male. "Why are you causing attention to your body, that's supposed to be only for me to 'see'" the male air quoted. "So, you can tease me? But I can't have any fun? Plus, it was Yeosang that started, he's gay and we aren't dating, I don't see the problem." you spoke. "I came here to have a fun time, and that's what I'm going to do, okay pretty boy?' you spoke, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrow. Seonghwa sighed and nodded. "Yeah, alright." he spoke, "I don't want to argue, especially since I can't tell my parents about us just yet." the male rubbed his temple and looked at you, this time taking your hand. You didn't pull away and nodded. "Fair enough" you spoke, deciding to stop with the childish games and arguing. It was a trip, a break in daily life with your ex. It was time to actually have some fun.

Once everyone arrived at the lake, the 6 of you enjoyed 30 minutes of free time, swimming around the water and just playing with each other, splashing and having swimming races. You got out, climbing onto the dock with some help from Seonghwa.

Jumping into the water from the dock you felt free, your hair becoming wet, something you'd regret dealing with later. Hongjoong swam to you and laughed a bit. "Want to join in on chicken fight?" the male asked, and you responded with a nod. Seeing the line up, it was Mingi and the girl, Hongjoong on Yeosang's shoulder and you on Seonghwa's. You chuckled a little as you and Seonghwa had the same smirk on your faces. You knew you were going to win.

"Okay!" you said, approaching Seonghwa who was in the water, him leaning down with a smile so you could crawl up on his shoulder, wrapping your legs around him, gently gripping his hair to keep yourself balanced as you felt his arms wrap around your legs. You looked down at him and grinned as he grinned back.

"Okay, let's keep this fair and square, no scratching and last person wins" Hongjoong announced. You all waited for the countdown, smirking and when it started, everyone rushed together, your hand first meeting with Hongjoong, who was in particularly stronger than you, your palms and hands interlocking as you grabbed his and tried to pull forward, almost losing your balance. With the extra help from the girl whose name was still unknown to you. You were able to get Hongjoong down as he flopped into the water, Yeosang going down with him, causing a big splash. You laugh and lean down to wipe Seonghwa's face, clearing it from the lake water. "Thank you" he smiled before you looked up and were met with the face of the unfamiliar woman.

You gasping as she pushed your chest, shoving you hard as you fell back, holding your breathe and unwrapping your legs from across Seonghwa's face. Hearing the gasp of everyone before your back hit the water and both you, and Seonghwa went under. You came back up after a few seconds and coughed. Seonghwa coming back up as you both wiped your face of the lake water, your eyes darting to the woman. "Why the hell did you push my chest?!" you yelled towards her, your eyebrows pinched together. "Isn't that the point of the game?" she asked, as if she was confused. Bitch.

"No!" you shouted, rolling your eyes at her. "Yeah Lily, you're not supposed to push anyone's chest, it's dangerous." Seonghwa spoke, rubbing his neck. "Oh... I'm sorry" she said, starting to get emotional, starting to cry. "Are you for real..." you muttered under your breath, Seonghwa gently elbowing you. Mingi consoled the woman as he walked her up to the beach.

"No need to be rude y'all, she said she was sorry" Mingi spoke as he looked back. You took a deep sigh and rolled your eyes. "I can't believe she started crying, I mean, I should be the one crying. My chest hurts!" you mumbled, slightly yelling the last part as you rolled your eyes. "I think that's enough lake time for today" Yeosang spoke, walking towards the sandy part, pulling down his shorts. The rest of you agreeing before you all did the same.

Afterwards the sun was starting to set, you all made it back to the house where there were more cars parked in front. At least 2 more than before. You finally were able to take in how big the house was. The brown cabin log exterior trapping all the rooms inside. Once you were showered, you were joined by Seonghwa who rested on the bed and Pop who laid directly beside you. Your fingers moving through the dog's golden locks, sitting up and turning to Seonghwa who was running his hands through his own hair. "Do you think she did it on purpose?" you asked, your mind still wandering back to it and the look in her eyes.

"Push you? I don't know." the male said, sitting up and looking at you. You frowned. "I mean, why would she have a reason to? She doesn't even know you". "Right" you agreed, rubbing your head, your head laying onto the males lap, finding comfort in the place before you rubbed your eyes. "I'm tired, what time is it?" you asked, the male hummed and pulled out his phone, "8:45" he responded as you just nodded, looking up at him as the sunset hit his face, causing his face to be a color of orange and yellow.

The golden hour is what you considered it. A small smile appeared before you looked at Pop. "Ready to go out one last time before bed?" you asked the dog before he leaped off of the bed and waited patiently by the door.

"Want me to come with?" Seonghwa asked and you nodded in response, grabbing the collar and leash for the dog. You smiled and sighed before attaching it around the dog's neck as you and Seonghwa made your way downstairs and out of the back door, the sun setting quickly as you walked down a path along the back of the house to allow Pop to use the bathroom.

"Hey!" you both heard behind you, Mrs. Park approaching the two of you, "Oh hey mom, what's wrong?" he asked, the woman smiled and shook her head, tying the silk string around her waist. "Your dad is driving to pick up some pizza for dinner, but I heard what happened at the lake today, i came to check on Y/N to see if she was okay" the woman spoke, looking at you. Seonghwa's eyes following.

"Yes ma'am, I'm fine" you spoke, your eyes going to the womans, though all you could see was concern. "I'm fine Mrs. Park, really" you spoke.

"Alright, well don't stay out here too long, it's getting cold." she spoke, and with that the woman made herself inside.

"Who even is the girl?" you whispered to Seonghwa as he hummed. "She's Mingi's girlfriend, from what I seen she never leaved his side" he shrugged and rubbed his arms. "Yeah, I've noticed that too".

The two of you headed back into the house, letting pop loose as he ran to Yeosang who was coming down the stairs. Yeosang bending down to pet him and Seonghwa locked the back door. Then excusing himself to find everyone else that arrived.

Yeosang came back to you, massaging his head. "How are you feeling?" he asked, walking over to the couch and flopping down onto it. You flop down beside him after your eyes followed Seonghwa.

"I'm fine" you said, eyeing the male, "What's wrong with you?". "I have a headache, my room is right next to Mingi and Lily's and she's been crying since we got back, I didn't even know people had that many tears in their body" he groaned and looked at you.

You laughed a little. "Just because she's making the crying noises, doesn't mean there's any coming from her eyes" you stated. "I don't know, but I wish she'd" the male stopped and looked around, leaning into you "Shut. Up" he finished, leaning back. "I don't blame you" you chuckled and shook your head.

The two of your conversation stopping once you heard footsteps from the stairs, both of your head shooting to the stairs, seeing Mingi and of course Lily coming down the stairs. Her cheeks were flushed, her hands holding onto Mingi's.

"Speak of the devil" Yeosang said, the two of you standing up.

"Y/N may I speak with you... privately" she said eyeing Yeosang. You nodded and assured Yeosang you'd be okay before Mingi let the womans hand go, pressing it against her back before she finished walking down the stairs, Yeosang passing the both of them.

"Want to talk outside?" you asked, and she nodded as you unlocked the front door and turned on the porch light, the only other light being the moon as the sun finally set.

It was a little awkward at first, because she didn't speak. You looked her way, looking at the woman, she was really pretty. The way her skin contrasted against the porches light, her big blue ocean eyes staring at you. "Well, I guess I'll start then" she spoke.

But her attitude wasn't pretty at all. That was probably everyone's least favorite feature of her. She seemed like she wasn't a pleasant person to hang out with.

"Yeah, you should" you said a bit coldly. She sighed. "I'm sorry for pushing you, I didn't mean it" the woman spoke. You nodded, she didn't seem genuine to you, and that wasn't going to cut it. "Aren't you going to apologize Y/N?" she asked with a bit of smite in her words, causing you to raise your eyebrow towards her question. "No, I didn't do anything wrong" you spat. "You did, you yelled at me."

You chuckled, it leading to a scoff. "Are you serious?" you asked, and she replied with a nod. "No, your apology didn't sound sincere enough for me to apologize for yelling at you, so why should I?" you asked. It was justified.

Lily scoffed and shook her head. "Whatever, I have the upper hand anyway." she rolled her eyes. "Because I actually date someone in the family" she whispered as you slightly raised your eyebrow, your heart beating out of your chest. "Yeah, I know." she spoke. Smirking a little the woman hummed, opening the door, stopping in her tracks. "Goodnight, Y/N" the woman mumbled and went inside.

You stood there for a minute, a bit shocked by the womans last words, scoffing a little. "What a bitch..." you mumbled before going inside, shutting off the porch light and locking the door, making your way back up to you and Seonghwa's shared room. Seeing Pop and the male cuddled up on the bed, the light from the moon peeking through the curtains. Deciding it was best to just leave everything for in the morning and hope to get this long day over with. You slid into bed, letting out a deep sigh. Feeling the soft plush of the mattress and your dog move down to the bottom of the bed, Seonghwa's arm wrapping around you pulling you close. Uttering a few words.

"Just like you said, I only need you because it’s cold", though you knew better. Letting yourself fall into the male's warmth, your hands wrapping around his body as you drifted off to sleep.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 4 here.

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aeolianblues · 5 months

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Thinking about Fontaines D.C. again. They’re quite different from any other band of the 2020s that I can think of, somehow they’re simultaneously both completely of this decade in their themes, context and sound, and still have something almost old-fashioned, maybe even timeless about them.

Like they’ve got that sound, depth and emotional complexity that makes people believe there’s something more to them, they’re no flash in the pan, they aren’t chasing any trends or whatever. And still, their post punk sound was so placeably 2018-2022 that you’d listen to it and you have to say yep, these lads came up in the wake of bands like IDLES at the same time as bands like Shame, very 2019.

And you never think, ‘oh I wonder what happened to them, I haven’t heard from them in a while,’ despite the fact that they are basically not active at all on social media. They have the band IG and each member too, but half of them last posted in like 2022 once. They aren’t doing any ‘trends’ or challenges or too many behind the scenes stuff— nothing. It feels almost like a classic band, like someone from the 90s or for the last time, the 00s.

And yet they feel modern, maybe it’s just that they speak to pretty modern fears and anxieties. I don’t know. But then, they’re also still doing the band grind. They’re not famous for anything except their music. No gimmicks, no collabs, they’ve never had a viral hit. People buy their whole albums because nothing they do misses. They sell more on vinyl than some of artists who are much bigger than them and monopolise the record pressing plants (coughs and dies).

Their best known songs are widely known because of fantastic televised festival performances in 2019 and 2022 (Boys In The Better Land, R+L 2019, R+L 2022 when they had that 18 y/o fan join them on guitar; Big Shot with the strings and piano and I Love You, Glasto 2022). Nothing about that is modern, and yet here they are. I couldn’t really see them coming up in another age, not because of the music but the context and themes.

I know, some of their songs sound like they could’ve been observational poems by Keats, Yeats, modern ones like MacGowan. Grian has said he’s still drawn to nature poetry despite being a city boy, but you listen to something like Oh Such A Spring and tell me he couldn’t write an ode to a landscape. Songs like I Love You, the album Skinty Fia in it’s whole. I personally nearly cried hearing it the first time, because as much as musicians have often written about being misfits, about not fitting in, it wasn’t very often that you’d hear someone explicitly framing that from the theme of an immigrant, of someone away from home, neither any longer a part of their home place but noticeably a stranger in the new. About having his Irishness almost heightened by not being in Ireland anymore. All of that. Oddly for the times, and very relevant. Songs like Bloomsday as well. Going back home and realising why you left in the first place. In some ways, Fontaines could only be a band of the now. And yet, there’s been something so traditional about their ascent.

Got big off the back of solid songwriting, they come off as clear-eyed romantics, still with a bit of the mystery and distance afforded to a rockstar of the past, yet not rockstars because they’re such ordinary people. The everyday poets, with a bit of mysticism about them. Amongst many of the bands that have got big in the last four years, they’re the only ones who are still truly independent, all the rest are on Island (UMG subsidiary). They have, if anything, gone more independent now: they’ve moved from Partisan to XL Recordings, both independent labels, and XL is part of the Beggars Group, perhaps one of the largest to still remain completely independent. At this stage in their career: chart topping albums, huge physical sales, a Grammy nomination, Irish Choice Prize nom and a BRIT win, surely if they wanted to, they could easily get on any of the majors. They could bypass the subs and go directly to like, Warner. They’d definitely get signed if they wanted. They’ve chosen to remain independent, admirably.

In some way, it adds to the appeal of the band. There’s a bit of the old band charm to them. I want to be careful not to over-romanticise or turn to folklore a group of very real human beings who have indicated at times that they are perhaps not very comfortable being put up on a pedestal (they are right), and I respect and honour that notion. But there’s certainly something special about this band. And perhaps Starburster has only reignited my admiration for this band, man they’re good.

#Music #long #sorry #fontaines d.c.#fontaines dc #Excuse me if you will because I’m a music journalist; if I don’t who will?

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awaterfalls · 4 months

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Tim Gutterson

"Miami to The Holler"

Summary: Lia Martines transferred shortly after Raylan Givens from Miami to the Lexington U.S. Marshall courthouse only to be met with disdain from Tim Gutterson. After an undercover stakeout to catch a drug transport went south, feelings come to a head.

A/N: OC Intro: Lia Martines, Tim GuttersonX!FemaleUSMarshall, She/Her Pronouns, Angst, Enemies to Lovers.

• Hey guys! This is my first time ever posting something I write here. I hope you guys like it!! I want to thank my amazing, incredible, espetacular friend, Nat @she-wolf09231982.. thank you for helping me with these! ❤️

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How can I begin to explain the situation I find myself in? Well, I'll from the beginning. Before becoming a U.S. Marshall, I always thought it would be easy. Just like in the movies. You shoot people and make arrests. But it's totally different. I was a U.S. Marshall for the Miami department when I met Raylan Givens. He already had a reputation, but even a bigger one after he had his showdown with the big drug king, Tommy Bucks, shooting him down for not leaving the city like he had asked him.

Our superiors arranged for Raylan to be transferred away from high profile Miami to Eastern Lexington, Kentucky. I soon followed in his footsteps looking for a quieter life in the country. I transferred to Harlan, Kentucky and it was terrifying. Being a newbie in a place you know is bad enough, imagine being in a place you don't know... It was a nightmare. It was bad in some parts, in fact, but one person made the environment worse. Tim Gutterson is my partner at work. Basically, we're assigned to do everything together. All the missions... everything. In addition to Tim, I also have Rachel and Raylan, but Tim was the most annoying.

Since I arrived here, he has always picked flights with me and done everything to show that he didn't like me. And because of this, every time we had a mission together, Art would lecture us saying he would destroy us if we messed up and how much it would ruin our careers. I never thought this day would come, but it did. Art had gone over the details of our next undercover stakeout.

" Martines and Gutterson, you are going to stay at the hotel where the supposed drug dealers are lying in wait. Lucky for you, they're not very smart and probably don't know that we're after them. But it's still important that you be cautious and avoid any kind of confusion, ok? You guys know how important this is to us, so don't screw it up."

That's what Art told us before we were sent to this hotel. Basically, Tim and I were to pretend to be a couple and staying at the hotel where the suspected drug dealers were, so that we can collect as much evidence as possible and arrest them. It's something quite easy. After all, it's just a few days away from Harlan, watching two people. Easy... That's what I thought.

Tim and I arrived at the hotel on a Monday and settled in as best we could. We arrived the day of the mission, so we had to be quick.

"Are you ready? We don't all day." Tim said looking at me irritated while letting out a bored sigh.

" Are you that excited to be my husband?" I said smiling and he rolled his eyes.

"The day I get excited about doing anything with you, you can be sure that I was abducted... I'll wait for you in the car." He said, leaving without giving me the chance to respond.

He's an idiot. I wonder what I did to make him hate me so much. I met him in the car and we were soon on our way to where we believed a drug deal was going down. The journey was long and tedious. He didn't say anything and neither did I... It was irritating me.

"So what were you doing before all this?" I asked breaking the silence.

I've always been curious about him. I always asked about the lives of everyone around me. And I've also always been an open book to everyone. When I met Tim that all changed. Because of our relationship we never spoke, but something about him always intrigued me. People talked about him and what he did before, but I wanted to hear it from him. He looked at me sideways but didn't respond. It seems like he was thinking about whether or not to respond. His face had an expression of doubt mixed with anger. I don't know how to explain what I felt when I saw him like that.

" What does this have to do with what we're doing now?" He snapped before continuing. " Why are you so interested in knowing? All this time you've been here, the only thing you've done is insult me and now you're interested in my past? And let's be honest, right? As if you didn't know, I'm sure Rachel or Raylan told you about me. Please, let's stop pretending we care about each other. I want to do the work and go home, be at peace and not hear your annoying voice." Ok, that one hurt.

It was always like this with him. Every time I tried to talk to him or try to clear the air, he always verbally attacked me. He didn't give me a chance to get close to him.

"Why did I always react like this, Tim?" You thought to yourself before spoke up. " Every time I try to get closer to you, you always push me away. There's always something bad to say. I never did anything to make you treat me this way. I don't know anything about your life. I have nothing against you. But for some reason you seem to hate me. I don't understand. Why do you treat me like this? What did I do wrong? People around us speak very highly of you, they say you're a great guy. But you prove me wrong every day. The question I asked wasn't intended to provoke you, but you're right, I did already know what you did or what you were before here, but I wanted to hear from you. Because I like you. I know that despite everything, you are a good man. But I'm tired of proving myself every day to someone who doesn't care about me. I'm sorry for bothering you so much and I promise I will never talk to you about non-work topics again." You finalized. It really was very tiring. I always tried really hard to get closer to him, but he never let me. It's tiring to fight over something you don't know for what or why.

We continued the journey in silence. Everyone in their own thoughts. At least the landscape was beautiful. This is a beautiful place, the nature around everything leaves me at peace. I was taken out of my thoughts by an abrupt bang. A car just hit us from behind, causing us to be projected forward sharply. We didn't have time to think, as the passengers in the other car started shooting at us. Tim and I did what we could to defend ourselves taking ducking inside our vehicle. There were so many of them firing that I didn't even know where they were coming from anymore. As we returned the fire, we managed to hit one of them, because we had heard a scream as their car came to a screeching halt. As we cautiously approached their car, they opened fire again. Tim pulled me back behind our car to take cover. The fire fight didn't last very long, as they left when they saw that we were outnumbered. We definitely got one of them right.

Tim looked at me with concern.

"Are you okay? Your forehead is bleeding." I hadn't noticed. The adrenaline was so much that I went blind. It was probably when we were thrown sharply at the time of the crash. I remember hitting my head somewhere, but I couldn't quite see where.

"Oh, I'm fine." You said touching your forehead where it hurt. " It's no big deal. We need to let Art know they found us. We can leave it like this. " I said taking my cell phone when Tim snatched it out of my hand.

" Are you crazy? You're hurt and the only thing you care about is this shitty mission? We're going to the hospital. The work can wait and I'm sure Art can too." He said pulling me into the car.

The ride to the hospital was quiet. Tim didn't say a word to me, but I could tell he was worried. Obviously, it wasn't about me, it was about the mission and probably what Art was going to tell us. I was too, because ruining everything wasn't in the plans, but life isn't always the way we want it to be. We arrived at the hospital and while I was waiting to be seen, Tim went to call the office and explain what happened. The nurse called me and immediately started cleaning my wound. I had forgotten how much it hurt. It wasn't anything serious, but I had to get two stitches on my forehead. Another scar for the collection. Yay!

When we left the hospital, Tim informed me that Art was already aware of what had happened and that he was going to send us back up the next morning and that we were to stay at the hotel and wait for them. We got back to the room and I went straight to take a shower. Tim seemed weird, more than usual. It was as if he was bothered by something beyond himself. I don't know how to explain. But I won't dare to ask, the last time I asked him something, I almost got shot. I got out of the shower and left the bathroom, Tim wasn't in the room. I could've waited for him or even called, but I couldn't stay awake for long so I went straight to bed. I needed to lie down and rest. My head was hurting so much and these thoughts never left me alone. What do you need to do to have a little peace? To die? Perhaps yes. But it wasn't my time yet. I fell asleep like a rock.

Around down, I woke up scared. I had a nightmare.

"Damn it! I hate these kinds of dreams. I don't have any peace even when I sleep. " I thought to myself. I turned to the side and found Tim sleeping.

"Okay... He's sleeping with me... In the same bed as me... Wtf? It's the end of the world." I thought. I couldn't help but notice how serene he was. His mouth forming a pout, it looked like a baby. The messy hair... He's beautiful. Asleep and awake. "Stop staring at me and go back to sleep." Tim mumbled at me. It scared the shit out of me. How does he know I was looking at him if he had his eyes closed?

" How do you know I'm staring at you?" he smiled. A beautiful smile, I must say. " I know everything you do, Lia. " It was the first time he called me by my name. And it sounded so beautiful in his voice.

" Okay... You're weird! And I wasn't looking at you, I was just checking to see if you were breathing, that's all. " I said, trying not to seem so obvious, even though I had the impression that he already realized how stupid I was looking at him. And once again he smiled. What possessed him to keep smiling like that?

"Lia, you don't fool me. I know everything you do. I know what you like and don't like. I know how much you love chewing gum because it helps you stay calm throughout the day. I know you like to tease Raylan that the coffee he buys is horrible, even though it's from the same place that Rachel and I buy it. I know you twitch your lip when something bothers you. I know you wear the same leather boots to work because they bring you luck. I know the place you love most in the world is your home and yes, that's cliché. " He paused to take a breath before continuing. "But that's okay, I'm not judging. I know you. I've noticed you since the day you set foot in that office. It felt like an angel entering hell. I couldn't take my eyes off you, but I had to contain myself because I didn't want you to notice. Damn Lia, I always paid attention to you. The moment I understood that I like you, that I was in love with you, I panicked. What would a woman like you want with a guy like me? I thought you weren't a woman for me, because I always thought you deserved better than this... But today... Lia, today I almost had a heart attack. I thought I was going to lose you... I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. This makes me see how much time I wasted leaving you out of my life. Lia, I want to apologize for treating you so badly all this time. I was in a state of denial and the only way I found to keep you away from me was to treat you the way I did. I thought you would realize how stupid I am and leave me alone, but you always came back and I somehow, always came back to you. My thoughts most of the time, are you. Damn, I really hope you can forgive me. I really do." He explained.

Okay... He threw all this at me and I don't know what to say. I'm confused. This entire time I thought he hated me... But he actually likes me? My gosh! This is a lot for me.

"Tim, I don't know what to say... I'm confused. I mean, you like me? I really don't know what to say. And of course I forgive you. And I care about you too. I like you. I'm just puzzled because I always thought you hated me. Never in my life would I think of you telling me those things." I said as he looked at me relieved.

We stared at each other for a few seconds until he pulled me towards him and hugged me. It was a sincere and totally affectionate hug. It felt like home. I felt comfortable in his touch. He smells so good... Like heaven. A smell I could easily get used to. We held each other all night and I never felt so good. Tim wouldn't let me go, not even to go to the bathroom. He said he didn't want to waste any time with me ever again. And to be honest, neither do I. I can't wait to tell Rachel this.

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Guys!!!! It's a very long one shot... I really hope you guys like it! Also, English is not my first language so please be nice, ok? Thank you!! ❤️

#tim gutterson x reader #tim gutterson #justified #jacob pitts #raylan givens

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rscroogedraws · 4 months

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Our Beloved Docktor Frogg Part I

Note: The last time I tried to write a L.O.S.E. fanfic was 2013. So, I'm pretty rusty.

In a nutshell: Docktor Frogg is starting to wonder if the grass is greener somewhere else. Maybe he'd feel more satisfied with his career and life overall if he was a mad scientist under an actual supervillain instead of Voltar the Saturday morning cartoon villain flop?

This is also me introducing my fan character Firecracker to what may, potentially, be a new series of L.O.S.E. fics after this one. I also plan on including Professor Venomous from O.K. K.O.! as a minor recurring character in this particular fic.

Without further ado:

“Oh, Docktor Frogg! You got some mail!” Red Menace chirped as he passed over a surprisingly fancy gold embossed envelope.

Frogg nodded and took the parcel. He was relieved Voltar was out doing who-knows-what since the little gremlin would insist on getting first look at the mail just because of how shiny it was. He muttered a few choice words under his breath as he carefully opened said envelope, imagining Voltar scoffing, rolling his eyes, and whining that he never got anything good.

Honestly, Frogg was expecting spam about a credit card for the ‘elite’ supervillain or glossy, unbelievable photos of equipment he’d never be able to afford (or steal) in a million years. Instead, it was a wedding invite. And as soon as he saw the name and picture attached, his heart dropped a little.

There was the beaming and lovestruck face of Professor Venomous holding hands with a shorter man that had teal, swooped hair on one side of his head and one red cybernetic eye. The mystery beau looked great in a powder blue tuxedo, his smile almost hidden behind a big matching tie and a sea of ruffles. Frogg glanced at the letterhead again: “….formally invited to the wedding of Professor Venomous and Lord Boxman.”

Frogg sniffed and closed the letter. Years ago, he found Professor Venomous on a mad scientist forum. His specialization was crafting bio-mass attachments and creating artificial life. He was Frogg’s dream lab partner; a scientist whose demented imagination matched his talent, zeal, and determination to create bigger, worse, and deadlier things. A few of Frogg’s better organic monsters over the years, the ones that lived longer than five minutes, owed their existence to Venomous’ equations and thorough notes.

When Venomous first shared pictures of what he looked like, it awoke something in Docktor Frogg. The man was as gorgeous as he was brilliant. He had a purple complexion that he carefully matched with turtlenecks in the same color family. His dark hair was glossy and combed back into a flattering wing shape. And he wore eyeliner.

Venomous had a touch of Goth aesthetic and Frogg’s heart always skipped a beat around Goth girls with tastefully put-together black outfits and make-up that made her look like the Grim Reaper’s next willing target. That applied to Goth guys too. It also better explained what Frogg previously chocked up as just “admiration” for the icon Rock Gothington.

It hit Frogg like an unpleasant satellite from the heavens above: He’d been crushing on his long-time online friend Professor Venomous. He’d held onto a slim hope, the slimmest most gossamer thread of hope, that Venomous might reach out one day, ask to be partners, and sweep him away from his dreaded day-to-day as a minion for a Saturday morning cartoon flop. Someone else beat Frogg to the goal he hadn’t realized he had.

Boxman. Frogg blew out a breath. Lord Boxman.

If Venomous had fallen for him, he probably had some blueprints or research worth raiding. At the very least, Frogg might find a devious new idea for a pet project and maybe even a new villain penpal. It’d help buffer his ennui if he had just one more person to talk to that knew what real evil was instead of continuing to insist that playing Ding Dong Ditch on their neighbor Steve was the height of villainy.

“What’d you get, Docktor Frogg?” Red Menace asked with a friendly grin.

“Junk mail.” Frogg deliberately looked away from Red’s face as he tucked the invitation into the inner pocket of his lab coat. “Just junk.”

“Why did you discretely put it away in your coat then?” Red raised an accusatory finger and eyebrow. “That’s the pocket you put important documents in.”

Suddenly the door burst open and Voltar puttered in, tapping his fingers and chuckling sinisterly. Even his antennae curled slightly backwards.

“Men! I’ve found a fantastic new way to annoy the neighborhood!” Voltar made a few showman gestures before sticking his hands behind his back.

Red leaned in curiously. For a moment, Frogg was actually grateful for Voltar’s interruption. As Voltar was pulling out his monumental find, Red shot Frogg a knowing glance and raised his brows. Of course he wasn’t just going to let Frogg off the hook.

Frogg swallowed heavily as Voltar raised a fistful of colorful kazoos.

“I’ve found a treasure trove of horribly played songs on NikNak!” Voltar carried on with a gleeful laugh. “And the fools shared their sheet music! For free! We’re going to learn how to play these songs. The worse. The better. Feel free to ad lib. And we’re going to knock on all our neighbors’ doors. And give them a kazoo concert that will make them groan in sheer agony!”

“I think you’re mistaking recorders for kazoos….” Red interjected.

“I got these from the dollar store for 25 cents. I’m not made of money, Red.”

“Wouldn’t recorders be more irritating?” Frogg said, frowning. “I’ve been to some pretty bad recorder recitals, Voltar. That’s the stuff of nightmares for some parents…”

“And grandparents!” Red added.

“Hmmm…..” Voltar idly scratched his chin and shook the kazoos mashed between his fingers. “I really want to do a bad kazoo concert today.”

With that, Voltar shoved the kazoos at Frogg and Red. Red excitedly started tooting on his while Frogg rolled his eyes and held up the pathetic plastic instrument between his claws.

As if Red’s tweeting and buzzing wasn’t bad enough by itself, Voltar joined in. In his case, he was pitifully trying to play two kazoos at once. Red sounded at least close to competent while Voltar was wheezing and blowing raspberries barely a minute later.

Is this really the rest of my life….? Frogg raised his kazoo and half-heartedly blew into it.

“Let’s gooooo!” Voltar cheered, pointing and marching back towards the door.

Frogg slumped forward and followed the peppy, jaunty strut of his comrades with significantly more somber energy. Maybe today he’d finally discover a Skullosus recruitment poster that didn’t have all the little “take a number” strips pulled off.

Instead of the neighbors, Voltar decided to drag L.O.S.E. to the park instead. Because he was hungry. And there was a specific hot dog cart there that had quality brats-not the cheap meat tubes everywhere else had-and a certain brand of spicy mustard that you just couldn’t find anywhere else in town.

While Voltar beelined for the cart, Red Menace noticed Mrs. Johnson parked on a bench and feeding pigeons. He casually strolled over with a certain grin on his face that better fit a superhero sidekick than a burly evil henchman. The elderly woman immediately perked up when she saw him. She fished out a couple pieces of the awful candy every old person ubiquitously carried on their person and offered Red the ones with the strawberry-themed wrappers. Of course, he gasped with sheer delight and popped one in his mouth.

Docktor Frogg rolled his eyes and looked down at the kazoo pathetically dangling from his claws. He raised it to his lips and started tooting a tuneless ditty. Only he could hear it. Otherwise, he was overpowered by bird chatter and laughing children.

Oh, look. Glory Guy’s superpowered spawn recently learned how to fly. The child was cackling as he flew around in a few dizzy circles, a little gray hare hanging onto his ankle for dear life. Glory Guy’s concerned cries followed a minute later.

Frogg chuckled sinisterly. Maybe in the next ten years Glory Jr. would be a delinquent on the quick path towards a supervillain that could easily rival the likes of Skullosus or greater instead of yet another boring and cookie-cutter boy scout like his old man.

“….you’re absolutely sure?” Speaking of Skullosus, the skull in a jar was sitting across a picnic table from a character Frogg hadn’t seen before. She certainly wasn’t dressed like one of his typical minions and she wasn’t Skullosus’ gender-bent galaxy-conquering girlfriend either.

“Yeah,” she said with a firm nod. “I appreciate the opportunity, but it’s just not what I’m looking for.”

The mystery woman was barely a foot taller than Voltar from Frogg’s rough mental height estimate. She had short gray hair slicked back into sharp quill-like shapes at the base of her neck and cat-like yellow irises. Colored contact lenses maybe? She was dressed in a dark double-breasted suit and silver tie matched with black and white shoes Frogg had only seen in 1940’s movies. Based on her outfit alone, Frogg guessed she was probably a franchise rep for one of the big-name suppliers Skullosus had access to as an A-list villain.

Despite himself, Frogg cast a venomous glare in Voltar’s direction. His boss was happily chomping down on his stupid bratwurst. With a snarl and a few curses, Frogg turned his attention back to Skullosus. Maybe Voltar would be extra slow today and indulge what he liked to call his “foodie” sensibilities. Yes, Voltar, the man whose usual diet consisted of a big bucket of fried fast food chicken or cheap microwave pizza, was a fount of knowledge on fine dining.

At the very least, Frogg wanted to find out who Skullosus’ mystery supplier was. It’d be another brand name to add to his ever-growing list of mad scientist’s equipment he idly daydreamed about.

“I could really use a decent mad scientist right now.” Skullosus tapped the table top. “Do you like foosball? We just had a foosball table installed in the lounge!”

Frogg’s goggles bugged while the woman in the suit rolled her eyes.

“I’m not a mad scientist. I told you I’m more of a publicist. Or spin doctor for a more accurate description. My mad science is ad hoc at best.” She made a “so-so” gesture. “And I don’t like foosball.”

“But it’s so fun to make the little men kick the ball! It’s like….” Skullosus gestured vaguely. “And then the other guy goes-” He gestured vaguely again. “So fun.”

“Have you actually played it?” She folded her arms.

“My son likes it.” Skullosus shrugged. “I also just got orange soda in the employee vending machines!”

“Hire an actual mad scientist. Call me when you need a brochure for the people on your first conquered planet or whatever.”

“Firecracker, no mad scientists-”

“ ‘No mad scientists want to work anymore!’ Yeah, yeah….” Firecracker made a rude, dismissive gesture that eerily reminded Frogg of Voltar.

“Don’t you dare take that tone with the mighty-”

“You can’t eject me out the airlock.” Firecracker grinned in a menacing fashion. “This is a no disintegrator ray zone. Plus, Glory Guy and General Sargent are here.”

He ground his teeth and narrowed his eyes, but huffed in defeat.

“We’re still on for brunch Monday, right?” Firecracker adjusted the lapels of her suit jacket.

“Of course! Galactea is dying to meet you.” Skullosus’ entire demeanor shifted from intimidating to casual in mere seconds. He cleared his throat and tapped the front of his mech suit. “It’s disappointing that we’ll no longer be business associates. Please send any promising mad scientists my way?”

Firecracker nodded as she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. “Yes. Of course.”

Skullosus nodded again and stood up. Then he ambled away towards Glory Guy who had just managed to catch his ball-of-chaos rugrat.

The gears in Frogg’s head started turning. If only Glory Guy wasn’t here. If he could just find a way to get himself in front of Skullosus-

“Enjoy the show, Goggles?”

Frogg’s thoughts were interrupted by Firecracker looking directly at him with tightly folded arms and a smug smile on her face.

It was that moment Frogg also realized his goggles had extended out a bit. He had unintentionally zoomed in on Firecracker and Skullosus when he got wrapped up in his eavesdropping. Also, he’d only been standing...ten feet away from their picnic table.

“Oh….” Frogg raised the tip of his claw to his chin. “A-ahhm….”

“Skullhead has a bad habit of using his outside voice.” Her smile grew and she laughed a little, her shoulders bobbing. “So, you’re an aspiring Skullosus minion then?”

“Yes.” Frogg pushed the tips of his claws together, blushing in embarrassment. “I’d like that. Very much.”

“I’d hold off from applying right now.” She held up a warning index finger. “Skullosus thinks he can juggle wedding planning with an evil operation that’s about to expand from not-yet world destroyer to galactic conquerer. It’s a circus!”

“...g-galactic conquerer?!” Frogg was salivating a little now.

“I can see the evil little twinkle in your eye.” Firecracker snorted. “Seriously. I’ve been ejected out of his airlock two different times because of pre-wedding jitters! Wait. Wait at least a month. Then he’ll be back to ejecting minions from the airlock twice a week. Only once if he’s in an especially good mood.”

The tone of her voice and imagining himself floating about aimlessly in space made Frogg very, very aware of gravity keeping his feet attached to the earth beneath him. He looked down at the grass and swallowed thickly. “Mm-hmmm….”

“Good news is you’re a shoo-in,” Firecracker lightly clapped Frogg’s shoulder. “I got my foot in the door because Skullosus caught a whiff of mad scientist on my CV. I can only piece together mad scientist scraps with duct tape, gum, and a miracle!”

“What exactly does Skullosus need a mad scientist for?” Frogg asked around the growing lump in his throat.

Before Firecracker could answer, Voltar popped up and sprayed a mix of spit and terribly played kazoo music in her face. There was a big, stupid smile on his helmeted face and he narrowed his eyes challengingly at Frogg and Firecracker.

“Time to move out, Docktor Frogg!” he declared.

Firecracker had a tight-lipped smirk on her face as her pupils shrank and she blinked a few times. She sniped one of the kazoos Voltar still wielded between his knuckles, raised the cheap instrument to her lips, and took a deep breath. She tweeted into the kazoo, as loud and obnoxious as she could. The resulting foghorn bellow was bigger than Frogg thought the instrument was capable of. It was followed by enough wind to push Voltar’s antennae back and at least a gallon of spit.

Now it was Voltar’s turn for shrinking pupils and rapid blinking.

“What was that for?!” he cried indignantly.

“You started it.”

Voltar tweeted the kazoo again, this time waving his hand off to the side with a few conductor-esque gestures as he seemed to try and remember some tune.

“...is that supposed to be Jingle Bells?” Firecracker asked.

“Nightshade smells! Bobbin lost a pin!” Voltar sang off-key. Frogg cringed when Firecracker started playing her pilfered kazoo actually in tune with Voltar. “The Shade mobile lost a wheel and the Cuckoo got away!”

“Oh, my God. I remember when Nightshade had such a cow about that on national TV.” Firecracker snickered. Then her eyes bugged and she raised the kazoo, tapping the air with it a few times. “Can you imagine putting together a choir of these and playing it right outside his house? Bonus points if its kids in Nightshade’s official shirts and carrying his stupid new action figures.”

“Ooohhh, he’d hate that!” Frogg chimed in, an evil smile tugging at the corners of his lips for the first time in awhile.

“Do you have more of these?” Firecracker shook the kazoo again for emphasis.

“No.”A few more fell out of Voltar’s pockets as his eyes shot back and forth like pinballs.

“I’m getting ahead of myself.” Firecracker laughed as she pocketed the kazoo and extended a hand to Frogg. “I’m Firecracker, the spritely and unpredictable! Pleasure to meet you.”

“Docktor Frogg,” Frogg spun his claw once with a little showy flare before taking her extended hand. “The ah...insidious and dement-cru...malicif-ignant.”

“Um, excuse me!” Voltar glared at her. “I’m the illustrious leader of the League of Super Evil, Voltar. But I don’t really need an introduction. You’ve probably heard of me.”

He puffed out his chest and made a display out of looking at his nails.

For a moment, Frogg tensed up and braced himself for an incoming Voltar tantrum. Most people were barely aware that they existed, saw them as minor nuisances that could be deterred with a “shoo” motion and a spray bottle, or worse, asked who they were even after several events that had almost leveled Metrotown.

“Yeah!” Firecracker tapped her palm. “The balloons? You kept everybody on 4th street up all night after popping a bunch of balloons...Where did you find enough?”

Voltar made a pleased noise. “The dollar store foolishly threw them out! They were all there in an alleyway dumpster! Free for the taking.”

While Voltar was laughing as if he discovered the secret behind perpetual motion, Frogg groaned and rolled his eyes.

“That’s where we find all of our equipment,” he snarked.

“Frogg! Don’t give away our secrets.”

“You already gave it away.”

“Do you think there’s more kazoos back there?” Firecracker interrupted.

“I didn’t think to look there!” Voltar sighed. “I actually bought these.” He glared at the kazoos still stuck between his fingers.

“Recorders would be more annoying,” Firecracker said. “We should stock up on those instead.”

“I told you!” Frogg said in a sing-song with a pointed stare at Voltar.

“Wait a minute.” Voltar folded his arms haughtily. “Who said you were joining us on my genius plan?”

“Fair enough.” Firecracker mimicked his body language before leaning in and blowing a raspberry. “But I can find cheap recorders and I know at least six evil parents that would love to use this as an internship opportunity for their kids.”

“I can recruit an entire neighborhood of annoying kids!”

“Brilliant.” Firecracker smirked. “If we teamed up, we’d have that neighborhood plus six kids. It’d maximize how annoyed Nightshade would be!”

“Wait, wait, wait…” Voltar shook his head. “Our goal is to annoy my neighbors. Especially Steve.”

“Okay.” Firecracker leaned in closer. “Let’s give Steve nightmares.”

The cold, icy tone Firecracker used actually sent a slight shiver down Frogg’s spine. For a moment, Voltar looked a bit phased. His yellow pinprick irises dilated a few times and he took a step back. A moment later, Voltar regained his nerve raised a triumphant fist. “Steve will pee himself in terror!”

“Great.” Firecracker fished a business card out of her pocket and slipped it into Voltar’s hand. “Call me when you’re ready to discuss the plan! I’m always excited to team up with other villains.”

With that, she waved and walked towards the same bratwurst cart Voltar was at a few minutes ago. Frogg watched her passing form, wondering why someone that had connections with Skullosus of all villains would want anything to do with L.O.S.E. Whatever her intentions, she could help Frogg start moving ahead in the world. He’d keep a wary eye on her but until proven otherwise, she’d given him a small spark of hope. He was mildly disappointed that the evil scheme was still Voltar’s small-peanuts vision but at least it’d been upgraded to real nuisance instead of mildly irritating; like a housefly aimlessly larking about exchanged for a mosquito nipping at someone’s neck.

“Gross. Did she just ask me on a date?” Voltar held out the business card as if it was a bag of dog poop.

“As if.” Frogg rolled his eyes. “Girls give you their phone number on scraps of notebook paper or napkins with little hearts on them. Or they just put their number in your phone.”

“How would you know?” Voltar looked at him suspiciously.

“I’ve been out on a few dates!” Frogg said, a bit more defensively than he would have liked. “Anyway, business cards are common. A lot of big-time supervillains and minions have them. This would be our first major collaboration with another villain. It might gain the League more notoriety.”

“We’re known!” Now Voltar was getting defensive. “We’re a household name…”

“We might actually get on the front page of the newspaper.” Frogg mused. “Or better yet, convince a social media influencer to make a video about us…”

“It’d be nice to see my face on the front page,” Voltar muttered.

“Alright, I’ve decided! The League will team up with this Firecracker. Only temporarily!” Voltar snickered. “Your nights of blissful slumber are numbered, STEVE!”

Before Voltar started on an evil laugh, Red joined them. He waved casually and held up a kazoo. “I’m ready to toot, Voltar!”

“Change of plans, Red. We’re going back to the drawing board…”

“Can we go back to the drawing board over subs?” Red Menace held up a coupon with a giddy grin. “Mrs. Johnson had a leftover Get 3 Subs free for Gene’s Sandwich Shoppe!”

“I could eat,” Voltar agreed.

“What about Doomageddon?” Frogg asked nervously.

“Oh, I have enough leftover grocery money to get him a sandwich. Besides, Doomy has very specific tastes!”

“Yeah, I bet…” Frogg shuddered. Thankfully, a big meaty sandwich was far more appetizing than Frogg’s string beany body.

Yet another reason Frogg was excited by the prospect of potentially leaving L.O.S.E.

#league of super evil #docktor frogg #voltar #red menace #l.o.s.e.#fanfic #fan character #ok ko let's be heroes #professor venomous #crossover #crossover fic #league of super evil fanfic #fanfiction

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bettsfic · 1 year

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Hi Beth! I’ve tried to get a couple essays/poems published in literary magazines, but it is always so painful to get rejected, and I’m wondering if it is even worth it to continue pursuing publication. Do people even read the stuff that comes out in literary magazines anymore? There are a few that I read occasionally, but honestly, it feels like a waste of time and emotional energy to read and submit to magazines that in the long term won’t really change anything for me.

Should I just keep writing and posting stuff to my own social media/blogs instead?

that's a great question! the answer depends on your goals.

if you want to get into an MFA program...

lit mag publishing is helpful but not necessary to get into a good program. moreover, part of what you'll be doing in the MFA is learning about publishing, so you'll be doing that work there anyway. the MFA is also for exploration, so if you don't really have your own aesthetic defined yet, it makes sense to wait and focus on your writing sample for your grad application.

if you want to become a creative writing professor...

hands down, if you want to be in academia, you need to be well published. submitting is more or less a part-time job. rack up those CV lines.

(for this you'll also need an MFA, so that's the first step regardless.)

if you want to get an agent and publish a book...

lit mag publications can be helpful when querying agents, and once you sign an agent, those publications will help them pitch your book to editors. it shows that you've been through a formal editorial process on a smaller scale before venturing to one on a bigger scale. in some ways, if it helps, you can see lit mag publishing as practice for book publishing.

if you want to be read...

write fanfic.

what i mean is, you're right, other than like The New Yorker and Granta and whatnot, lit mags don't tend to have a wide distribution. if you have a greater readership and more meaningful interaction on social media, then it makes sense to share your work with the audience you've already built.

however, if you get published in an online magazine, you can have the best of both worlds: it's a formal publication *and* your existing readership will have access to it. also, if you're publishing poetry, a lot of my poet friends screencap the poem from the publication and share it on social media. but i'm not a poet, so i'm not sure what exactly the etiquette there is.

if you want to make money...

hard stop, you won't make significant money publishing in lit mags. you could make significant money pitching articles to news outlets and regular magazines, though. a lot of writers make a career on that.

if you want to live the writing life...

what i mean by "the writing life" is the big picture of things. it's not about publishing, it's about everything. when you choose the writing life, you're choosing to put your writing above all other things (professionally, i mean. lots of writers have families and a social life).

the writing life is a gamut: you get an MFA, you maybe get a PhD, you teach, you publish, you edit, you apply to grants, you keep up your CV, you get some awards, you go to residencies, and so on. and once you get a book out, you get ARCs, you blurb, you mentor, you do readings, you go on book tours, you do interviews.

and if that's your goal, lit mag publishing becomes occasional but eternal. you're settled in for the long con and so you don't have to push so hard. for me anyway, i only submit when i come across a magazine i like. i spend most of my submission and rejection energy on residencies and grants.

i went to a talk by Mary Gaitskill once and someone asked her if publishing ever gets easier. she said that book publishing gets easier because you can become established and gain an audience, but lit mag publishing is always hard. she's one of the most lauded living American writers, and she said she still gets lit mag rejections.

if you've finished something you're proud of and want to find a home for it...

this is why most writers publish, i think. it's less about clout and prestige and whatever else, and more about putting your work on a shelf and being able to say, "this belongs somewhere that it can be seen and appreciated." i have a folder in my drive called "homeless stories" and it's full of pieces that i either tried to publish and gave up on, or stories that i didn't feel like sending out. i have probably 10x more original work that hasn't seen the light of day than work that has.

if you hate the idea of sitting on a story or a poem, then keep looking for a home for it.

if you want to avoid rejections...

there's no way to avoid rejections. they're inherent in any pursuit where your work has to go through a gate of approval. but i promise you, rejections are meaningless. your favorite author has received a thousand of them. a rejection means your work didn't suit the taste of the editor, and when you receive a rejection, it's helpful to remind yourself that their taste probably sucks. a rejection means your work met a slush reader who had a headache that day and wasn't reading closely enough. a rejection means a magazine got hundreds of submissions and maybe you made it to the longlist or the shortlist but you'll never know because not all mags tell you that. a rejection means that maybe one of the editors fought hard for your piece and lost.

handling rejection gets easier as you accumulate acceptances. every acceptance you get means some editor somewhere read your piece and vibed with it, and values the work you're doing.

in short:

stop submitting if you feel like you're not ready to publish, or

keep submitting if you're ready to and you're in it for the long con

and in closing, i'll tell you what every professor and mentor i've ever had has told me (and which i hated to hear): publishing will always be there for you. there's no hurry.

#writing advice #publishing

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spade-riddles · 11 months

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Hey there, SR. I have been thinking some thoughts, and I wanted to share them. I would like to hear if others agree, or maybe why they don't. I will admit that I'm not the best at puzzling out her games, so maybe my thoughts are way off.

So, I know a lot of us really don't like the mustached dudebro Taylor has attached herself to. I feel like the situation she's in with this guy and his thirsty family and the massive attention this whole thing has generated feels cheap. Like, the whole thing cheapens her and her brand. It seems like some of her PR moves are uncharted due to her massive popularity and to social media, so sometimes they work, sometimes they don't. I think it's way to soon to tell if this one is working/has worked because we have not clue what the point of it is. But I know we don't like this and how it looks like she is diminishing herself for this stunt.

At first, I thought the whole thing was all about the money and promotion for her movie - with the NFL involved, and given the reports of how her participation in this stunt has increased the fortunes of most everyone involved, this didn't seem like a bad guess. It was frustrating to think she was doing this for mere money. Like, babe, I love you, but how much fucking money do you need? I think, given how much she's made and the financial acumen of her parents, that she's already a billionaire, or close enough that it doesn't matter.

But then I was reading a post about the two of them, and someone mentioned that they didn't like how much physically bigger than her he is. And it made me wonder if this isn't a part of why she chose this particular guy to stunt with. And if that's important, why is it important? Who would care about that? I thought that maybe it was to make her more palatable to fragile men without really diminishing her power. Like she is what she is, but if you squint (and we don't), she needs a big strong man to be with. And if you believe that, then you can buy into the fact that maybe she isn't really that powerful (again, to make her more palatable to someone). But that took me again back to the why. Maybe she really is considering going into politics, or maybe it's about her conquering Hollywood or starting her own label. I suspect we will know the why at some point.

And then I circled back to the cash grab. Maybe she is working on getting everything she can - Eras could be a goodbye to the performing part of her career. If so, maybe she really is planning on coming out and wants to make bank while she can just in case. Then I thought of the Jack-O-Lantern messages, and how they seemed to indicate that Halloween was an important date. NGL, when I first read the messages, I thought it was about this year. But then when the international tour dates were released, I wondered if it wasn't about Halloween next year. She will be finished enough with the tour by then, after all.

Also, with all of the articles about how fake their relationship is, do we think Tree is either encouraging this or at least tacitly approving it? I have a hard time believing that all of those media entities are ignoring Taylor's PR directives, but maybe it was a situation that spiraled out of control. If it is being encouraged, or at least not being discouraged, I wonder if/how this plays into the mass coming out theory?

Anyway, that's what I'm thinking. Taylor, if you happen to read this, well, I'm not going to ask what your plans are, because I know you won't share that. And I'm not going anywhere, but damn, I'm tired of paying attention to all of the messages you send only to get made fun of by my friends and family. If you don't plan on coming out at some point, can you please stop with the gay signaling? If you keep it up, I am going to assume that you actually have a coming out plan in place, and that maybe this time you'll have the courage of your convictions. Much love, and I hope everyone is taking care of themselves and each other.

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lesbiancolumbo · 4 months

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Do you think if Cassavetes had as much creative control as he did with his later pictures, that he and Burt Lancaster could've worked together a lil better? Or was it always a match made in hell? I'm struck by that one story where Cassavetes tried to approach him later from the perspective that he felt he knew more as a director and that the experience could be different - I wonder if there's any truth to that or if it was just wishful thinking on his part.

honestly, i have to say no lol, because the way burt lancaster worked and the way cassavetes liked to work felt very much at odds. an oil and water situation to me. burt was a control freak and would bully the filmmakers he worked with. he was very much not a fan of john's more hands off, improvisational, let's just feel out the picture vibe.

i'll also say that while it's true john didn't have a lot of creative control over this picture in that he was a hired hand and hadn't touched the script and had no real say over the final edit, i don't think this extends as much to the on-set experience, as this is where he and burt and judy clashed so frequently over his directorial style lmao.

there's a part of me that thinks -- or wants to assume, anyway -- that john meant what he said about knowing better by that point in his career (i definitely think a child is waiting was a real learning moment for him, but i don't think it impacted his filming style, only how he approached making/financing/editing/distributing his pictures), but i also think it was wishful thinking on his part lol. by the time a child is waiting was done, john moved onto faces and kinda left the hollywood model behind, cultivating his little troupe of actors and not really (with some notable exceptions ofc) working with big stars like burt. and when he did work with bigger stars, like joan blondell in opening night, they also continued to struggle and clash with him a little bit. so it's fun to think about, but i think it would have ended in disaster if he and burt worked together again, especially because at the heart of it all..... burt did NOT respect his ass lmao!!!! and if burt doesn't respect you good fucking luck

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I also feel like without AOMG artists like Simon Dominic, Gray, Loco etc. wouldn’t be as popular and mainstream as they are now. In the case of Simon Dominic I would say it’s in relation to career longevity and sustainability.

Whether we like it or not I feel like in a way their careers and popularity are kind of built off Jay Park in a way? I do wonder what their careers would look like if AOMG and Jay Park never came into the picture.

This ended up being way longer than expected but thanks for sending this because it made me think a lot LOL Yes, I agree with your longevity and sustainability point, too!

I feel like everybody in AOMG has had their career benefit heavily off of each other. That's not a bad thing though. I think its a good strategy to use. I think AOMG works so well specifically because of how well they've been able to work together. They have done lots of features with each other, lots of producing for one another, lots of shows together (variety + youtube), etc. A bigger label doesn't really need to have the artists helping each other that much, they can all kinda be self contained if they choose to. I think as a smaller label AOMG have all put a lot of work into making sure each other stays successful. I think a lot of fans like AOMG's "crew" type vibe. I feel like the point of a crew is to work together with the common goal of every member being successful and playing a part (same as DPR for example). So AOMG has that crew type vibe which I consider to be a part of their brand. As soon as a new artist enters the label it's like they are immediately collabing wither the others. Also multiple members have had a hand in getting people to join AOMG.

As far as career trajectories:

Jay was HUGE for Loco. I definitely think his career would have been almost, if not completely, destroyed by that other label he signed to after he won SMTM1. Luckily Jay/AOMG was able to afford to pay to get him out of the contract (I'm not sure if it was Jay with his personal money or if it was a thing with AOMG funds specifically. Maybe a bit of both. I think AOMG but IDK for sure).

As for Gray, I feel like he'd be behind the scenes. Kinda like multiple rappers and producers from his era. I think he'd be writing/producing for kpop groups and rappers. I think we might not know him by name or face but we'd know his songs.

The DJs would (Pumpkin, Hep, Ugly Duck) would probably do well in the club scene. But I don't think international fans would know much about them unless they visited Korea. Ugly Duck is a rapper as well but I feel like in the last few years he's been promoting more as a DJ at the clubs. I think sometimes he would even have two bookings at different clubs on the same night so clearly he's doing well in that sector. But I still feel Jay's influence is important for the amount of bookings they have or had throughout their career.

Cha Cha would probably be in the US still. I think a major label would want to work with him as a producer/writer. I think he'd have the potential to be really successful still. But again, we probably wouldn't know his face. I feel like Cha Cha is more of the independent type though so I think AOMG/H1gher is really good for him. I don't see him as the type who'd want to go through the hoops and red tape of working with major labels in the US. I don't know how his career in Korea goes without Jay. He probably doesn't go to Korea at all. If he does, he'd probably have just said "fuck it" and headed back to the states since he has vented about experiencing racism in the Korean music industry before.

Jay. I think he'd still be around. I'm just not sure how big he'd be. I don't see him signing with another major label in Korea because of the restriction. He's definitely the type to want his freedom and also his own stuff. I don't get the vibe he's ok with being controlled. Maybe he'd still have AOMG but it'd be a more lowkey label compared to the stature it has now. Maybe still ~top 5-10 in Khiphop but not #1 like it is now. Oh, or he could've ended up in Illionaire instead of getting rejected which basically means AOMG wouldn't exist now. (There's got a be an alternate universe out there somewhere Jay + Beenzino joined Illionaire. Or perhaps, Jay instead of Beenzino. that's interesting to think about but this post is already long enough just speculating about alternate universe that only has no AOMG lol. So I won't even get into what could happen in that scenario.)

I already said my thoughts on Simon.

I'm just gonna stick to the OGs. I feel like the newer people's careers weren't built as heavily around AOMG/Jay.

#asks

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A busy day making money and progressing my career. Not had a lick of time to myself to exercise. Ideally tomorrow I will finish at a decent time and drive back in time for the gym but we shall see... I was so grumpy on Saturday, everything just felt pointless and it was like I was bad at everything I did. I haven't felt that way since although today I did feel very unattractive. I think I wore the wrong shirt to work which didn't help. I also need to move away from the comfy shoes unless weather actually permits it. Comfy clothes feel nice but rarely present for flattering lines etc... I ran in to my nightmare old boss today by accident, whether imagined or not he seemed to snipe about my health issues. I don't think I am imagining it actually, seems unusual to ask someone 'how is your health' in front of a total stranger and in front of someone else they never disclosed that to, as if its small talk, especially when health was such a big factor in me leaving that job... I am doing so much better career wise now at my new place I wonder if he's doubting me actually being sick.... I guess he's welcome to look at the surgery pics if he really wants to! He was such an awful part of my old job, I had thoughts of quitting the whole profession because of him even after getting the opportunity of a lifetime. Absolutely shocking behaviour. To say nothing of him getting me to do his work unpaid. Ugh. The less said the better. I used him right back I suppose, took the opportunity and feathered my nest and went on to bigger and better things.

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I’m sure after ST 4 came out and JQ blew up and then signed with CAA he likely had a lot of offers come his way but is being somewhat picky? We know he booked AQP and gladiator so he is auditioning and getting roles but maybe he is waiting for the right thing or to see how things pan out now that he can afford to. I wonder if there is some strategy to wait until at least aqp comes out and he likely blows up even more like maybe it helps him get bigger paychecks or even better roles than he’s getting offered now.

I’ve personally always wondered why he did so little between filming ST and its release (I.e. just Hoard). Could be that the pandemic continued to throw a wrench in things or that he and/or his team were waiting until after ST came out because they knew it would change the landscape of things for him

I feel like selecting the right parts is a huge deal, but specially now. So he could be waiting to do that. I’m sure big things will happen after the two movies this year too.

Unfortunately the big start of his career has been hindered a bit by Covid and then the strike.

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Here comes 2022

Alright, I am now gonna launch into 2022! A word of caution: clearly, I've been absent from the blogosphere for ages, because just as I am always striving to do, and is evidenced by my blog title - Tumblr has evolved as well. I think it has become optimized for mobile, which is wonderful, except that I am a wordy person and can type faster on a laptop than on my phone or iPad, so I am somewhat resigned to navigating between computer and mobile devices to post, and that results in some funky formatting and occasional moments of panic when I think my draft has disappeared into the ether.... so kindly oblige my probably weird formatting problems here. This may very well become a "Here comes 2022, Part 1" if I suddenly panic that my draft is about to be eaten, and I decide to post mid-thought process. Okay, here I go.

We begin in January 2022 with a surprise! At this point, we have owned a new house for about a year and have been renovating it painstakingly all along - but seemingly in a flash, Ajima and Thatha have made the decision to put their New Orleans home on the market, and purchase a new house in Florida, only five minutes away from us. HALLELUJAH! Thatha has at long last made the decision to retire, after an illustrious career as a physician in the New Orleans area for the last 45+ years. It's a huge life change for them, but we couldn't be happier to have them close by. Top left and top middle photos show the housewarming puja that we hold in their new home in January.

Top right - a photo of Dey with yet another lost tooth. The piggybank grows.

Middle left and middle middle - Vev's. 9th birthday! We take a trip to Butterfly World, about 45 minutes north of our hometown. We enjoy a full day of beautiful butterflies, hummingbirds, lorikeets, and other birds that subsist on the nectar of tropical flowers. Its delightful!

Middle right - homeschooling continues through a VERY busy and sometimes chaotic life of renovating a house. We sometimes find ourselves doing homeschool in the backyard of the construction zone, because Mommy has to simultaneously be both teacher and construction site foreman, receiving deliveries or awaiting workers to give them instructions. Sigh.

Bottom row: FEBRUARY 2022. The week we have been waiting for. After exactly one year and one day since we last packed up, shipped out, and moved into our temp housing - IT IS TIME. We are moving into the new house!!!! New house is about 90-95% finished. Note that it is not 100% finished. But we don't care. We are moving in. We box up the contents of our apartment, and ship out to bigger and brighter pastures, which happily for Dr. Spouse, has a massive freezer to house all his precious Trader Joe's frozen meals.

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Top left and top middle: We are SOOOO excited for February 26, 2022. This is the day! We are moving into our new house!!!! Day 1 is a whirlwind of activity. It is sweaty, exhausting, and wonderful. Also, the floors of the house are absolutely filthy because like I said above, construction is not 100% done yet, and we need to do a LOT of deep cleaning over the next few weeks. Cue me renting this mammoth industrial floor scrubber machine from Home Depot, and getting real sexy in my sneakers and gym shorts as I lug this behemoth back and forth across the floors for hours (top right).

The weeks to come are no less busy. We juggle settling into our new home with also sharing space with construction workers, who continue coming/going for a long while (suboptimal). We try to put on smiling faces and just endure, because we know it will be worth it in the end. We distract ourselves with a few small but happy social occasions, such as Holi (bottom left), and with BIGGER, more life-altering occasions, such as Ajima and Thatha's big move into their own new house (bottom middle and bottom right). It feels like deja vu, as we restart the process of unpacking boxes, settling all their personal items, throwing out stuff, etc. By the end of April, I decide that if I never, ever, ever again have to unpack and flatten a cardboard box, it'll be too soon....... its absolutely, bone-crushingly exhausting. But, we get it done, and we're all on our way to new homes and new lives.

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As we move into May and June 2022, life finally begins to feel less like a marathon of physical labor, and more like an enjoyable cruise. Thank goodness, because my poor legs couldn't take much more.

I set to the task of home decor, which is SUPER fun. Cue me learning how to make massive wall decals with my Cricut, so I can give Vev the vintage PanAm themed room he has wanted forever, and Dey the space/rocket themed room he is hoping for (Top left, top middle). We also get started with our new butterfly garden in the backyard (top right), and we also house a few in our indoor mesh habitat just for fun (bottom right).

May is Stroke Awareness Month, and Dr. Spouse decided that this would be the year that the entire family would attend the annual event he hosts at his hospital system to celebrate survivors of stroke and their care providers (middle left).

Summer 2021 started off strong with a trip to Captiva Island (middle middle), and then the kids' enrollment in an exciting summer camp focused on Drones. The camp had a drone obstacle course competition at the end which was fun to watch (middle right).

June 2021 marked the END of our long but amazing homeschooling journey! This was a VERY bittersweet milestone for me, but obviously a great accomplishment and point of pride for our entire family. We decided to mark the occasion with a bang - we took a full-blown, fully-planned-out, curriculum-guided trip to Washington DC for a week of visiting national monuments and historic landmarks, museums, the whole caboodle. (bottom left and bottom middle) It was SO much fun!

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Although we loved many parts of our DC trip, I think our visit to the Smithsonian Udvar-Hazy Museum of Air and Space in Chantilly, Virginia, was especially meaningful. We had visited this museum in 2017 when the kids were much younger, so we had fun re-staging some of our favorite photos again (top let and top middle).

July 2022 brought Ajima and Thatha's 50th wedding anniversary! I did my best to throw them a small family party at home, complete with a traditional exchange of flower malas (garlands) made on my Cricut.

Our next adventure came in July 2022 with a family trip to the Turks and Caicos Islands (middle left and middle middle) - lots of beach time, delicious dining, and relaxation. August was mostly spent at home.

September, and a whole lot of new experiences! The kids began a new school year in public school - WOOT! Huge milestone. I'll add a picture of this in a second.

Labor Day weekend: Dr. Spouse and I left the kids with the grandparents and travelled alone to Houston for a friend's wedding (middle left).

Bottom right: We returned home to an exciting butterfly moment - we found our very first Queen Monarchs in our yard (special sub-species of butterfly).

Bottom middle: October 2022 - for the first time in eons, the kids opted for readymade costumes off of Amazon - I thought I"d be a little sad not to make our costumes by hand as I've done in years past, but to be honest, after a busy year of moving and decorating, I think I was secretly relieved :) But not to completely ignore my crafting hobbies - I was invited to Vev's classroom to help lead a fall craft: 3D paper pumpkins and pony bead calico corn (bottom right).

Customary First Day of School photo!

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Top left and middle: on October 29th, 2022, we engaged in a "first" - our first family 5K! Of course, Dr. Spouse and I have run many road races together, but this is the first time we had the kids get involved. It was a perfect race for them too - it was called the Runway 5K, and it took place on the actual runways of the Miami International Airport. For the aviation enthusiasts among us, this was a HUGE thrill. I made customized airline logo t-shirts for us to wear.

Top right and middle left: we have had the good fortune of hosting many of our extended family members in our new house already, even in the short time we've lived here. Thanksgiving 2022 was awesome, as my extended maternal family joined us!!!! It was really great to have my cousin Needs and her two daughters here so that the kids could all bond and have some cousin time. Love :)

Middle middle: Dr. Spouse and I ran a road race in December, and I got my wonderful rainbow at the end - miss you, Uncle Marley. Thanks for showing up and cheering me on.

Middle right: Dey's 8th birthday! Another breaking of our family's traditions this year, as we've normally either had birthday parties at home, or just done small-scale family-only celebrations of birthdays. But seeing as he was in a new school with new friends, we decided to throw a birthday party at an outside venue where he could have school friends join in. So we chose this kids' coding and robotics facility, where teachers/counselors could guide the kids in several coding and robotic games, and then we could just have cake and snacks, and at the end just walk away without any cleanup. It was a game-changer, and I have no idea why I haven't done this before. Outsourcing, y'all.

Bottom left: our first Christmas in our new home! Peace and happiness.

Bottom middle and bottom right: We threw a GIANT (to us) New Years party with several local friends/families invited. Lots of booze, noise, laughter, karaoke, fireworks..... I think one of the visions Dr. Spouse and I had throughout our entire long, expesnive, and painful renovation was the goal of having a peaceful and family-oriented Christmas, followed by a massive, raucous party for New Years with our friends. We checked our boxes off. The 2022 holiday season was everything we wanted and more.

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And with that, we enter 2023! WOOT!

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They knew they could at least have handled it way better then they did by announcing it earlier and also by giving a more accurate explanation and not being so vague. And the wording could also have been more personal and a little more compassionate. They all knew that and didn’t do it. That happens when you hire either your friends or people who just tell you what you wanna hear. None of them has competence, it seems. And Louis again will eventually find something or someone to blame for all that and release another doc about it. It’s dumb to make your whole existence dependent on your fans and to then treat them like a bunch of numbers. I feel like fans start to leave him now more and more.

I really don’t seem him being a touring artist on long term. And I don’t think this is all just his fault, it also comes to down to his fanbase that isn’t entirely truthful towards him. They support him bc they want him to come out. Not bc they enjoy his music enough to buy tickets. And I don’t think he is aware of that at all. My guess is that 2022 is and will remain to be the most successful one in his solo career. I don’t believe he will be able to recreate that again let alone go higher and bigger than this. And I’m very interested in how he is gonna react to that since he seems to let people have a big impact on his confidence level. I don’t think he does what he does bc he loves making music but because he wants to be adored and being looked up to. He wants and needs constant reassurance that he is it worth all the success and touring is a big part of that assurance. He is more focused on peoples opinions about him than making decent music. And I feel like this is slowly backfiring combined with all the larries who now start jumping off since all the Freddie content and the coming out this still hasn’t happen yet. I don’t think it’s looking good for him and I wonder when he will realize it.

Agree 100%. He seems to crave attention and validation yet isn't prepared to work hard to earn it, not even in a basic way by keeping himself physically fit.

At the moment his fans forgive his weak, tuneless voice because they're there for Gay! Louis not there to support a talented vocalist. If he was smart he'd acknowledge them with some rainbow merch or by keeping OTB on the set list, and his team for sure will have suggested this. But he stubbornly thinks Louies stick around because they find his plaintive squawking and laddy personality attractive.

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Boom Goes The Dynamite

Pairing: Eddie Kingston x Fem Reader

Summary: With the reader in being BCC, she is having a high point in her career and gets along with all of her fellow members, but one thing that worries her is that her lover, Eddie Kingston, has a bad past with the newest member, Claudio and she learns just how jealous he can get when he sees them interacting, but comes to know that they truly want each other...

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Being in the Blackpool Combat Club was a great career decision. I was learning so much, bettering myself, and kicking ass with great friends of mine.

Seeing Claudio Castagnoli join was a surprise at first but I see why William chose him. There was no denying how phenomenal he was in that ring. Only one thing that was negative about this?

I wasn’t dating Eddie Kingston just yet, but we were very intimate and had a strong relationship already. It worried me because I had already seen how protective Eddie was of me and everyone knew how much he disliked Claudio.

Faith prevailed though. Having to partner up in blood and guts, they worked together and even hugged each other in the end.

It felt good in my soul and gave me hope that all could all get along and enjoy our time in AEW together.

We all had to stick together too with Chris Jericho still dragging this drama along, I got into a fight with Tay Conti and it was just a mess.

But one thing we all loved? Violence. We kicked ass like we always did and on Dynamite, we wrapped up our fun after Jon won his match against Brody King.

In the back, we went to go take photos and it went to show just how much heart was in BCC.

At first, they wanted to be all serious, then Yuta influenced us to take a photo of us in a line, hugging each other like we were going to prom.

I had no issues with it, being first in line with Claudio behind me.

“Smile bright,” Claudio wrapped his arms around me, his chest in my back then leaned back a little to follow the guys.

It made me laugh, smiling brightly for the camera and that was our last shot, pulling them all for a big hug:

“I know you all like to act all tough, but I love you guys.”

“Just don’t tell anybody,” Mox joked, having us all in a big laugh, but I noticed Mox’s eyes drifting away at something.

I really didn’t think anything of it, parting ways for the night and the only person on my mind at that time was Eddie.

Skipping my way down to his locker room, I was ready to give him the biggest, best hug because I knew how much Chris has been getting to him.

“Hey, Eddie!” I poked my head in the door, the smile on my face disappearing.

His anger could change the entire atmosphere in a room and in his locker room, the bad feeling was so strong and scary.

“Did something happen?” I wondered, stepping in to see him in his chair, angrily packing his bag.

“Why don’t you go and ask Claudio Hm?” He was throwing his boots into his bag, refusing to look at me, but the redness growing in his face was so visible, “Since you let him just hug all of you and sweet talk you.”

“Really, Eddie?” I scoffed; now I realized what Mox was staring at, “You know that it is NOTHING like that!”

“Sure didn’t look like it!” He snapped back, about staring a hole through me, “I saw how he was smiling and holding you! And you love him?!”

“Okay, now you’re just assuming shit!” I was getting just as angry as him, “I meant it as a whole. You know how good the combat club has been for me. We are a family!”

“I have never liked him and you know that,” He glares, “I was going to be the bigger man and set it aside. But nope! He crossed the line!”

“If he crossed the line, then why are you over here bitching at me?!” I was near tears, I knew that he was a hot head, but God it was frustrating, “You trust me, don’t you?”

It was rare for him not to respond and when he didn’t? It just made me even angrier, done with the situation.

“You know what, I’m not gonna entertain this. I’m gonna go hang with the guys tonight since you don’t want me anymore over something stupid! “

Since he liked to assume things, I did the same and fling the door open just for it to close.

Turning around, his kiss pushed my back into the door, pressing his body against mine and it calmed the both of us, leaving us panting when he picked his head up.

Staring into his eyes, I could tell it was his insecurities that were speaking for him and as hard as it was for him to admit, he said softly:

"I know it wasn't you alright? I just-"

"Eddie, look at me," I held his head up straight so I could say into his eyes, "If I didn't want you. I wouldn't be here right now. I'm not a liar."

"I know you're not and neither am I," He stared back, getting off his chest, "And I know what to do."

I just gave him a look, curious as to what he meant and his next kiss said it all, especially when he pulled me into a deep, strong embrace, bringing me away from the door and pressing against my lips:

"Every man in this world will know to back off when they know that you're my girl. You are my girl, Y/N."

"Don't want to be anyone else's, Eddie," I meant wholeheartedly, holding his face and kisses, going off like dynamite and seeing something new.

His eyes, hands, and motives all screamed possessiveness, but it was all from the heart. Every touch of our lips was like an explosion, let alone how quickly our clothes disappeared and scattered around the room, needing a moment while laying back and giving myself to him.

I never expected our first time to be like this, but it was still as magical as I thought of it in my head. For a man who didn't like his body, I loved him from head to toe, fixed on the size of his cock when his chest collided with mine.

"Something wrong?" He looked down then up into my eyes and I quickly shook my head, pushing the gas pedal with another kiss:

"I just want you, Eddie."

"Like that?" I let him have his moment to be cocky and confident as he rightfully earned it, having me moaning his name already with the stretch his cock gave in me, already holding on to him tightly:

"All of you. If I'm your girl, you're my man."

"Damn right, baby," He kissed, helping ease the feeling of his cock burying into me, grinding his hips against mine, smiling at every noise I made.

Not needing the talk, I needed to feel how good he was and how good he was making me feel. Having to savor it as I longed for it for quite some time. He lived up to my every expectation, better than anything I ever could have thought of.

"See that?" He rose up for a moment, seeing how much length of his cock was left despite feeling so full, two fingers slapping my clit and having me squeal, gasping at how even fuller I felt, his hips slamming back into mine, fingers still rubbing my clit and about making me stupid along with his thrust, watching him, "That pussy's mine."

"God, yes" I whined, squeezing my eyes shut tight, rattling down to the bone, moisture audible and growing, pulling some dirty thoughts out of me too, "Keep beating it, Eddie!"

"You like the way I beat it, huh?" His laugh was so bad but sexy, seeing me this way putting him in a world of his own and taking me right along with it, "All that squeezing already told me, baby."

"You're just so damn good," My nerves burned so hot that it had my body curling, beginning to sit up from it, till he took my wrists and pinned me down, bodies sticking together and hips rocking together, growing faster in tempo.

Even though it was our first time, he just knew, kissing along my chin and jaw, rising our hips out so he could pound even deeper and giving it harder, dying to have this feeling for the first time:

"Gonna let me feel you cum? Gonna cum all over my dick?"

"All over it," I knew how the talk made him work harder and it gosh, it drove me wild, taking me to a place I was positive that only he could take me, the snap in my core having me grow frantic though, leaning my hands down to interlock with his, squeezing for dear life as my legs latched around his hips, crying out, "I'm cuming, Eddie!"

He took my hands in his and squeezed back just as hard, thrusts slowing but kept fucking me right through my massive orgasm, slicking both our thighs and having his cock soaked, pressing his forehead to mine and kissing against my moaning mouth:

"Fuck, Y/N. That's fucking amazing."

"Amen to that," I tried to kiss back, having him laughing a little at how my head dropped, finally managing to breathe with his thrusts slowing down.

Pulling me into his arms, letting our bodies rest and feel, I was never in a better place, proud to be his girl and reminding him once again, but more playfully:

"Definitely don't want another man after that."

"Won't get it good like I give it, baby," He smiled against my cheek and laughed at me again:

"Amen, Eddie. Amen."

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Hello! This is kinda a “panic” ask as you would put it, but I just wanted to ask. I know about the whole scandal lately and I recently talked to my mom (who knows more about Chinese culture and media than I do since I grew up in the US and she grew up in China). She told me that gg has been accused of a lot recently and because he hasn’t been appearing in many shows/performances lately, people are suspecting him even more (while dd’s projects are going great and he’s appearing a lot in public). I thought dd was the one who was going thru a bigger scandal, but it seems gg is experiencing a lot too. Obviously, I trust both of them utterly but I’m really concerned about gg especially because it seems that less people are believing him and I’m scared the scandal might get out of hand. I really don’t want something like 227 to happen again. I was wondering what you know about this situation and your thoughts? So sorry about this long ask.

Hi Anon!

Why did you have to bring your mother into this? I don't want to have to rip into someone's mother! Sometimes my job can be so hard... 😅

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

I think it's important to remember that our impressions about things can be radically altered based on the company we keep, the news programs we watch and the online circles we run in. Someone who watches BBC News and reads the New York Times is going to have an entirely different perspective on what's happening than someone who listens to Joe Rogan and watches Fox News.

If your mother is spending a lot of time on YouTube gossip channels or rubbing elbows with anti circles or hanging out in certain Facebook groups, she's going to get a very distorted idea about what's happening with GG.

Yes, it's true that there are some people out there who genuninely believe some of the rumors about GG (and about DD), but that just goes with the territory. When you have antis out there trying to infect people with bad ideas, sometimes they'll get a hit. This is a huge part of why I'm always telling people to stay away from anti rumors.

These 'doubts and suspicions' aren't as widespread as your message makes it sound. GG and DD always have antis, and they will always be out there trying to smear them both. It's just part of being a star at their level. It's true that the latest attacks seem to have been pushed harder than we're used to seeing, but they aren't getting so much traction that fans need to start panicking.

There will always be credulous people who believe crazy things, but as I said recently, I think the fan wars and their resulting backlash are a far bigger threat than these anti messages are.

I know you said that you believe in GG and DD and I don't doubt it, Anon, but I still feel the need to point out the obvious: The idea that GG has a sugar daddy is completely ridiculous to anyone who gives the issue a moment's coherent thought.

'Sugar daddies' in the industry are big money backers with a lot of political and financial influence who can buy opportunities and bend rules to ensure that someone becomes a success. They can open doors for a wannabe star and put them places where they have no business being based on their level of ability and degree of popularity. They pave the way for someone's success.

Which begs the question, if GG had a sugar daddy looking out for his career, why has his career path been so damn rocky and so much of an ongoing struggle?

GG has had constant setbacks and barriers, and has caught no real breaks. The biggest break he had was CQL, which no one thought was going to be a huge project. It was the quality of the storytelling and the strength of GG and DD's chemistry that made that project a success. And shortly afterward he fell into a scandal that nearly destroyed his career - one that still haunts him to this day.

If anything, it's his lack of solid backing in his earlier career that led to a lot of struggle and probably still makes it harder for him to get his foot in the door at times. He's had to prove himself far beyond what a lot of other actors - even traffic stars - have had to. He wasn't some well-connected baby face fresh out of acting school. He was an inexperienced, untrained outsider coming into it as a second career, later in life than most.

Coming from where he came from, he's done really well for himself. But he had to work hard to get where he is. And he's had to endure a hell of a lot of BS.

And GG is massively, massively popular. He doesn't need to buy his way into anything. He has a lot of dedicated, active fans. He doesn't need someone to wrangle him endorsements or roles. The roles will come to him because people like to make money. The endorsements will come to him because any product he endorses sells out within seconds. He has a massive influence on brand sales. Other artists can't even come close.

Endorsements (above) Brand star with goods ranking (below)

GG is in many ways a victim of his own popularity. His fans are constantly causing problems for him and drawing attention to him at times when he least needs to be in the public eye. In fact, THAT is why I suspect GG has been laying low lately. Not because he's 'cowering amidst some sort of scandal', but rather because now is not a time to be taking up a lot of oxygen in Chinese media.

The National Congress is just a month away, and it's a time when certain officials want to be #1 in the hearts and minds of the citizens, and to look good in front of peers. It's not a good time to be stealing the spotlight or reminding people that you are widely viewed as the biggest traffic star with notoriously disruptive fans - something that the government has heavily targeted in recent policy as they try to rein in fan behavior and fan culture.

GG is a smart man. He's not going to do anything to put his career in jeopardy. Laying low is his best move right now.

And GG went through 2/27, surely the most 'cleansing' experience any star could go through. Let me tell you - if there was any dirt on GG, it would have come out then, when everyone was out to get him and he was on the brink of being cancelled. If there was any dirt on him, he would not have been able to recover from the scandal the way he has. Slowly, painfully.

And if he had big backing there's no way he would have been dragged in the media and online as hard as he was, or for as long as he was, during that scandal. He wouldn't have been made a scapegoat quite the way he was during that scandal.

Anyone who genuinely believes those hateful anti rumors needs an urgent brain transplant (no disrespect to your mother).

Everyone needs to take their own path as a fan. Everyone needs to decide for themselves what they believe, what they want and need from fandom, etc. etc. I can't do those things for other people. I wouldn't even want to try.

When we become fans we make our own choices about where we stand with our idols. We either believe in them, or we don't.

Doubt is understandable, wariness is understandable. It doesn't take a lot of years or life experience to have found oneself the fan of someone whose worthiness turned out to be questionable. I think we all need to realize that there is a lot more to our idols than we will ever be aware of (than we ever should be aware of).

But anti messages... they're just bullshit. Most of it transparently so. Like I said in my recent post about this topic, the same so-called 'evidence' is being photoshopped to implicate GG, to implicate DD, to implicate other stars as well. It's all blatantly fake.

Some antis have been spreading around pictures of GG with an older man who is pampering and preening GG, claiming it's 'the official who was his sugar daddy' when in reality the man in the photos is the makeup artist GG has been working with for years.

They don't even try to make the 'evidence' realistic, because they don't need to. They know that a lot of people will eat idiotic claims up without doing even the barest minimum of analysis. And turtles are the credulous victims of this kind of thing all the time.

People need to cultivate some critical thinking skills and develop intellectual self-defense. There is 'having healthy skepticism about artists and being realistic about fandom', and then there is 'being incredibly gullible and susceptible to anti messaging'. Too many people flatter themselves that they're doing the former when they're actually doing the latter.

As for GG and his well-being, Anon, GG is tough as nails. He's been through a lot, he's learned a lot, and he is surrounded by people who are highly qualified to give him expert advice.

I trust him to know what is best for his career. I trust him to take care of himself and do what is best for him. He has a highly capable team working for his best interests, and friends and loved ones who support him. I leave it all in their capable hands.

The best that any of us can do is just trust him to handle his shit. If he hasn't already proved his ability to do so, then no one can!

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