#kinga talks

[moonrock]

it feels like the end of the world ngl

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Does post stone king and indigo ever talk abt how they turned ash into stone or nah bc why would they?

Once King is actually in the loop, It's kinga hard not to bring it up at least once.

King is a master of *ignore my issues*. He steadfast does not want to think about all the evil shit he did in a guilty way. He thinks of it factually. Yes i did this, yes it was wrong, yed i apologized and yes he's better.

Indigo on the otherhand let's it sit and fester and everytime he thinks about it, its like if it happened all over again.

This is actually probably the first time King comforted Indigo where Go allowed touch.

[restlessmaknae]

it's your moment, baby // jung wooyoung

wooyoung + enemies to lovers + "if i do this, do you promise to stop harassing me?" "absolutely not. what kinda sick request is that?"

➳ Characters: dance major!Wooyoung x dance major!female reader/you

➳ Genre: enemies to lovers, college au, arts college au

➳ Words: 3.6k

➳ Warning: mentions of a sprained ankle

➳ A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @stories-inbetween-the-stars for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Also, this story is dedicated to @lily-blue. Happy birthday, Kinga! I thought this story would be up to your liking *-*

Title taken from Dua Lipa's 'Houdini'

➳ Masterlist for the request event

➳ ATEEZ taglist: @dat-town, @tranquilpetrichor, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @koishua, @squiishymeow, @s00buwu

You knew that arts college would be difficult because of the general competitive nature of arts, but you would have never expected it to be this difficult because of one extremely annoying guy - Jung Wooyoung.

It didn’t help either that your college friend groups overlapped, and your dorm roommate - Yiren - dated San who was one of Wooyoung’s friends, meaning that you had to see this annoying guy with his annoying shiteating grin at pretty much every social gathering. On the other hand, avoiding the said events just because he was there would have made him think that he had the upper hand in your dynamics, and you didn’t want to give him that pleasure. His ego was already over the top, you didn’t need to pump it up further.

Basically everyone in the dance department knew that you and Wooyoung had some bad blood that had originated back to the orientation week when he had deemed your freestyle hip-hop dance lacking, and you had bit back that he hadn’t done it any better, so he should have shut his mouth. That had happened right in front of the whole dance department and some other new students who were passing by, so news had gotten out pretty quickly.

Egos trampled upon, you had both not forgotten about your little quarrel, so every time you had met afterwards, you had ended up bickering. Once, the teacher had even sent you out of a practice room to talk it out between yourselves instead of disturbing the whole class, that’s just how much you despised each other.

So when Wooyoung came up to you during your second year close to your midterms, asking if you wanted to be his dance partner during the year-end gala, you laughed straight into his face. However, the boy seemed uncharacteristically serious, lips pressed into a thin line as he watched you laugh to your heart’s content.

“Wait… Are you serious?” You quirked an eyebrow, finding his solemnity quite surprising and honestly… pretty pathetic.

Wooyoung let out a sigh, an annoyed one, as if he was doing you a favour by asking you the question.

“I’ve heard your dance partner for the gala sprained his ankle, and mine has to leave early for her study abroad semester, so it would also benefit you,” he stated the obvious which made you snort. Huh, so the news travelled fast enough this time, too.

What could you do though? You hated to admit that he was right, but he was right. Yunho had managed to fall down the stairs with his impossibly long legs, and he had sprained his left ankle. The doctor had said that it would take around four weeks to heal properly, but the gala was six weeks away, and you were suddenly left without a partner. So if you wanted to attend the gala, you needed a partner as soon as possible, and since everyone seemed to be taken already, or doing a solo performance, he was your best chance if you didn’t want to come up with a new choreography.

“If I do this, do you promise to stop harassing me?” You raised an eyebrow challengingly, and for a moment, just for the slightest of a moment, you thought that he could finally give you a break and answer like a normal person would instead of being the pain in the ass that he usually was.

Yet, he didn’t.

“Absolutely not. What kinda sick request is that?” He snickered as if it had been the joke of the century. Now, it was your turn to appear nonchalant, watching as he pulled himself together after his laughing session. “Besides, you have no choice but to choose me. I’m doing you a favour.”

“Huh, as if,” you retorted coldly, unable to admit that you needed him. Just as much as he needed you though. No one was doing a favour this way, right? “We are doing my choreography though,” you added with a shrug of your shoulders, hoping to turn this whole situation against him. After all, he was the one who posed the question, right? That meant that he was more desperate than you.

“Why would we do it though? I have our choreography, too. I bet it’s way better than yours.”

“Oh, please,” you bit out, letting out a huff in disbelief. Afterwards, you gazed at each other in silence, staring at the other with lips tight as if speaking up would mean that you lost, or that you gave in. Nonetheless, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction to give in, you wanted this to be fair. So you proposed:

“Fine, let’s have a vote on it. You get your friends and I get mine, we’ll show them our choreographies and we’ll see which choreography they vote for. I guess you also have a practice video or something like that to show off.”

Wooyoung seemed to be deep in thought after your suggestion - which was a very rare instance in his case -, then cleared his throat.

“Fine,” he breathed out, and you wanted to tease him about speaking up louder because you couldn’t hear him, but he was faster and proposed changing contacts and setting a date and location for the choreography vote. You agreed that it would be best if it was held as soon as possible given the six weeks until the gala, but you needed to contact your friends first. So you left it at that, but promised to get back to the other as soon as you could.

The game was on.

The rules were simple: you could have the same amount of friends and acquaintances present for the voting as the other, so even though Wooyoung said that he could get 12 people to come, you ended up with only 8 who could come on your side, so 8 it was on his, too. Since they could see who was in the video, they knew which choreography was yours and which one was Wooyoung’s, so it wasn’t like a blind voting. However, they had to be as unbiased as possible, and choose the one that they thought would fit you two better.

It ended up being your choreography for Dua Lipa’s Houdini against Wooyoung’s for Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez’s We don’t talk anymore, but everyone agreed that yours would be better, merely because it was more sensual. You didn’t really imagine Wooyoung being the one you would dance that kind of choreography with, you were so focused on winning the vote, but something’s gotta give, right?

On the other hand, when the first dance practice rolled by, you felt like a headache was creeping onto you pretty fast. However, you tried to be as patient as possible, after all, you could see that Wooyoung was hurt by the fact that his choreography wasn’t the chosen one. You tried to ignore most of his comments and focus on teaching him the steps instead of the tangible tension between you two, but it was pretty difficult when he wasn’t making it any easier.

“Please, Wooyoung, just try to act like you feel what the song is about,” you blurted out with your hands on your hips when he turned his face towards the mirror on his left instead of your own face when you two were supposed to be gazing at each other when the lines ‘tell me all the ways you need me’ were played.

“Oh, as if you are making it easy,” the boy snickered, finally looking at you.

“Weren’t you the one who told me at the orientation week that I was lacking because I didn’t know how to act out my emotions?”

“So you remember,” he commented after a few seconds of silence, a tug at his lips evident. You couldn’t really pinpoint whether it was surprise or bewilderment or a mixture of both, but you couldn’t understand him. After all, that’s what your beef had been about. Of course, you couldn’t forget about it, otherwise, you wouldn’t hold a grudge.

“All too well, thanks for asking,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes, having enough of his pettiness. He could make up excuses all he wanted, but you wouldn’t let him get away with it - you could always come up with solutions to his excuses. “I’m not saying you have to feel those feelings towards me. Imagine your girlfriend or crush or whoever you want to,” you added on a second note, throwing your hands up in the air.

There was a moment when something flashed across Wooyoung's eyes, and even though you couldn’t tell what it was, in the next moment, his lips curled into a teasing smirk, and he broke the silence with one of the most annoying questions he had ever posed to you.

“Was that an indirect way of asking me if I have a girlfriend?” He quirked an eyebrow in a seductive way, and you fake gagged to make him think otherwise. He just had to be the most impossible person on Earth, and he had the nerve to act on it. What a nuisance.

“You are insufferable.”

“That’s new because most girls call me sexy or charming or handsome or…”

“Oh, gosh, shut up, and concentrate on dancing! We won’t get anywhere at this rate,” you reprimanded him, but you didn’t expect him to comply.

To be honest, you could try all you wanted, but Wooyoung was just as stubborn as you were, so if he wanted, he could be very hot-headed and act on his emotions rather than weighing out a situation based on pure facts. Maybe that’s why it was even more difficult to be truly mad at him. Instead, you felt frustrated, and you had a feeling that he was feeling the same way.

As expected, Wooyoung just had to continue smirking at you and wiggling his eyebrows, teasing you further about being interested in his love life. He pulled himself together only when you reminded him of the time and of the fact that if he wanted it to be over as soon as possible, he should focus on the choreography, not your conversation.

Afterwards, the atmosphere became a bit lighter, and you hated to admit it, but Wooyoung was a quick learner, and when he wasn’t being a pain in the ass, he managed to follow you well. You hoped that he could keep it up for both of your sake.

Six weeks was a pretty short time when you needed to teach someone a full choreography on top of your own classes, assignments, dance practices, and oh, did you mention that someone was Jung Wooyoung? Yeah, that made things a bit more complicated.

Wooyoung had his own set of duties, so you could squeeze in some time to practise only when it was convenient for both of you, and while it wasn’t a problem with Yunho before because you had the whole semester to prepare for the gala, with Wooyoung, it was only 6 weeks, so you had to squeeze in more practices. Nonetheless, that created more conflict in the beginning because it always seemed like one of you couldn’t make it, but after a while, you got used to practising together late at night or before your first class in the morning. That seemed to be the only way to make it work.

Plus, after a while, Wooyoung wasn’t that insufferable anymore. He had his moments, of course, but he was a talented dancer, and once he got over the fact that he was supposed to be in love with you to do the moves as accurately as possible, the whole choreography seemed a lot better. He was completely different from Yunho because Yunho was a very captivating dancer but a total sweetheart off-stage whereas Wooyoung was powerful on-stage and off-stage as well, but off-stage, he was more on the jokester side and he had a whole lot more confidence than your previous dance partner had.

Which is why it was even more baffling when he directly asked you if it was how you imagined the choreography when you finished teaching him the steps and you could get started on rehearsing the whole dance.

“I mean, it’s different dancing with you than with Yunho, but I think it turned out well,” you answered truthfully because it was difficult to compare the two of them. You also modified some parts because Wooyoung had some sensible suggestions, and you didn’t even manage to finish learning the whole choreography with Yunho by the time he had managed to sprain his ankle, thus you couldn’t even compare the two routines as a whole.

“Different good or different bad?” He quirked an eyebrow as he reached for a bottle of water, a smile hiding in the corner of his lips. He didn’t seem to be joking this time, merely curious, so you gave him what he wanted to hear:

“Different good.”

“That’s good,” he bobbed his head as his own conclusion and took a few sips from the water. His skin was dotted with drops of sweat, his jet-black locks were sticking to his temple and his forehead, but he didn’t care, he merely ran a hand through his hair like always. You hated to admit it, but he looked good. To be precise, you had always known that he looked good, but that just made him even more cocky in your eyes because he looked good and he knew it.

You didn’t ask what he meant by it, but you kept thinking about it during the remaining dance practice. You were so deep in thought that you miscalculated your steps at one point, and you would have definitely lost your balance after spinning out from his arms if he hadn’t caught you. He pulled you closer to him to keep you from falling down, but it meant that you were squeezed against his chest, your body closer to his than ever before.

It was different this time, too. It wasn’t a part of the choreography, it wasn’t a calculated closeness. It was just… how it turned out, and you were flustered because of this fact even more so. If you had been prepared for such an outcome, you would have been able to keep your emotions in check, but your heart was beating so rapidly, heat rising to your cheeks, and you didn’t like this feeling one bit.

This was new, this was odd, this was something you shouldn’t have felt towards someone you hated.

“Enjoying this?” Wooyoung inquired with a lopsided smirk when you didn’t speak up and didn’t back away from him. If it had been you a few weeks ago, you would have definitely batted his hands away or freed yourself from his grip the moment he had caught you, but these options hadn’t even crossed your mind this time.

That, though, you couldn’t tell him, or you would never hear the end of it.

“In your dreams,” you voiced out with a flippant eye-roll as you pushed yourself away from him. He seemed far too content for someone who had not given your behaviour much thought, no wonder you were ready for his call-out. What you had instead was very surprising though:

“Well, I enjoyed it very much,” he winked before prompting you to continue the practice if you finally found your footing, and you didn’t object. You needed something to concentrate on instead of the emotions he made you feel.

The gala came around sooner than expected.

With all the performances you had to showcase for your classes and the theoretical assignments you had to hand in with the end of the term approaching, you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. Add all of those confusing feelings you had towards Wooyoung to the mixture, and you had a pretty exhausting time dealing with everything. The said boy didn’t make it any easier either because he was borderline flirting, but with someone like him, you could never tell whether he was serious or not - that included both his professional aspirations and his flirtatious remarks. You tried hard not to think too much into his behaviour, you really tried, but it was impossible to ignore the fire in his eyes or the heat of his body when he was holding you in his embrace as part of your choreography.

It didn’t help either that when you settled on your outfits for the performance, he chose black boots, black leather pants and a loose shirt that he didn’t button up properly, but you had a feeling that it was on purpose. He even said so himself that it was when you met backstage before your performance, and agreed on going through your routine once more.

“Why not? It’s comfortable this way,” he shrugged his shoulders as if it was something natural, and you shook your head, feeling very attacked by the exposed skin on his chest that was out in full display. “Don’t tell me you feel flustered because of it,” he tilted his head while he was trying to read your expression, and there it was, that damn teasing smirk playing along the edges of his lips.

“Of course not.”

“Good to know that you won’t be too distracted then,” he replied almost instantly, that smirk getting wider and wider. You kept your chin up high even when he took a step closer to you. You weren’t a fool to back away. You didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. You couldn’t.

“I’m a professional.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he responded challengingly, and took another step closer to you. You kept your gaze steady, not letting your eyelashes bat faster than before, and kept the eye-contact.

A few seconds later, someone came in to let you know that you were up next in about 5 minutes, so you stopped gazing at each other, and followed the student to halt just beside the stage. Yunho was very eager to come by to see your performance (he was okay with walking now, but wouldn’t need to dance as a practical assignment until the next term) and a few of your uni friends who could make it, so you had some people to look out for in the audience.

“Nervous?” Wooyoung inquired, genuine curiosity shining in his chocolate-brown orbs this time, and you looked at him, shaking your head.

“Not really. You?”

“Me? Nervous? Oh please,” he huffed, theatrically placing a hand over his heart as if he was hurt by your question. You let out a lighthearted laugh, and punched him in the shoulder, all in good fun. He smiled back at you, and suddenly, you felt your throat close up. You felt comfortable beside him, you really did, and it was rather new, rather… unexpected.

When they called for you to go on stage, Wooyoung reached out to squeeze your hands once before letting go of you again. You got in position without giving it a second thought, but while you were dancing, you couldn’t help but wonder: was he really acting being in love with you, or did he actually resonate with the message of the song? You didn’t feel like you were acting, it came naturally, almost like speaking your native language, and dancing with him felt like having a conversation with him. He held you strong and steady when he needed to, but he was gentle when the movement required. He smirked at you at certain lines while he gazed at you intently at others. It was all a part of the choreography, but still, with him, it felt real.

The performance came to an end in no time, and you could barely catch your breath when you were ushered down from the stage. You went back to your assigned waiting area as instructed, and even though Wooyoung seemed just as out of breath as you, he started laughing. You raised an eyebrow in question, puzzled by his sudden reaction.

“It’s just that… I would have never thought that we would make such good dance partners… and I…” He sucked in a deep breath before continuing. “I remember San telling me that if I thought about it, I would realise that you and I aren’t that different. I guess he was right,” he admitted through ragged breaths, looking up at you to see your reaction.

You weren’t that far from each other, but you took a step closer to him while you were pondering over your response. When he didn’t back away, you took another step closer to him just like he had done so before your performance.

“Really? In terms of what?

“Well, he said a lot of things,” Wooyoung answered semi-seriously before closing the gap between you two and placing a hand on your back to pull you even closer to him, a smile tugging at his lips. “But I like the fire in your eyes the most, and I think we feel the same way.”

You hated to admit it - just like basically everything when it came to him -, but he was right. You liked the fire in his eyes, but you liked it even more so because that fire seemed to be burning beside you, burning for you.

No questions were asked before both of you leaned in for a kiss, and no questions were asked afterwards either. You really did make great dance partners, and maybe even better ones off the stage.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story of mine! Let me know what you think.

If you want to read more stories of mine, let it be for ATEEZ or for other artists, consider signing up for my taglist here.

Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/20/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Con O'Neill; Jes Tom; Damien Gerard; Save OFMD Crew; Relax I'm From the Future; Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Cast Cards; Colouring Pages; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby Tonight's Taika.

== David Jenkins ==

Img Src: David's IG / Kinga's IG

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== Con O'Neill ==

Img Src: @CorinSilvas IG

== Jes Tom ==

On WED MAY 15th show at 9PM, Jes Tom will be at Asian Comedy Fest at Sugar Mouse in NYC! Want tickets? Visit Asian Comedy Fest

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== Damien Gerard ==

Damien having a lovely hair down kinda day :) Img Src: Damien's IG

== Save OFMD Crew ==

Save OFMD Digital Advertising van follow up! Last month the trust overheated halfway through the paid for window so yesterday it got it's final chance to show streamers how much we want out show back. Src: @saveofmdcrewmates Tumblr

== Relax I'm From The Future! ==

Relax I'm From The Future is streaming in AoNZ! Thank you @wastingyourgum for keeping us posted <3

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Coming Monday 04/22, our awesome crewmates over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction will be running a "The Lore of the Ring" episode! Check it out when it comes out Monday!

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== Cast Cards ==

As always, our awesome crewmate @melvisik is keeping us busy with more cast cards! Today is Cerris Morgan Moyer, or otherwise known in OFMD as "Victoria Archer, who assured Mary Allamby that her future husband was not some derelict..." Thanks Mel!

Src: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring-In Pics =

More colouring pages from our lovely crewmate @patchworkpiratebear! Get your creativity on and color in some OFMD related art! I may or may not be printing these off for my son and I to work on tomorrow... PatchworkPirateBear's Tumblr

== Articles ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew on twitter highlighted some great articles over on twitter. AdoptOurCrew Twitter Article Thread Forbes Article on Black Sails (mentions OFMD)

7 Shows Like The Great

Sun Article on Historical Series

== Love Notes ==

Happy Saturday my dears! I hope you are finding some time to relax today-- it feels like this past week was like a month long! We're coming up on the beginning of the week again so please remember to get some rest tonight if you can.

Do you ever feel anxious for seemingly no reason? Do you feel like you start talking to a group and then somehow everything just feels 10 times heavier? I know I do a lot. That's the part of our brains that have been dealing with so much crap for so long that it's trying to protect us from potential emotional harm again. It's been trained to question whether or not we've said the right thing, if our tone was non-offensive enough, if we're annoying someone.

It's doing it out of protection for us, but it can make things a lot harder in the long run. If you're feeling that kind of anxiety, please remember that it may just be your brain chemistry...and most likely no ones upset with you, or feeling like you're awkward, even if you yourself feel that way. You haven't done anything wrong with engaging with others, and you certainly deserve a chance to do so. Tell your brain to take a break too-- take a shower, or a bath, or heck, just splash some cold water on your face. We are our own worst critics lovelies, and sometimes we have to put a mute button on our own inner voice to get some peace.

You're doing great lovelies. Remember that. Don't let the anxiety succeed at making you feel like you're not good enough. You are good enough, and you're doing great. Finally, here's your gentle reminder to please go eat something, and definitely drink some water. I know it's a lot just to exist sometimes, but you're making it happen, be proud of yourself for that. You got this <3 Sending love and good vibes <3.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

While I don't personally partake-- tonight's theme is 420! Hope all who celebrated had a great and chill time <3

Gifs courtesy of @blakbonnet (darby) and @stedebonnets (ed)

[orlissa]

Guide to Hungarian Names

So I’m getting a little fed up with the fact that whenever there is a Hungarian character in English speaking media, their surname is Kovács, and if it’s a male character, the given name is László (maybe spelled Lazlo). So here’s a quick guide/sampler of Hungarian names

Ground rules:

In contrast to much of the world, in the case of Hungarian names, surnames come first, then given names. But when talking in English, we’ll most likely just automatically flip them

Surnames sometimes might have a spelling that goes against regular spelling rules (e.g. “német,” which is the Hungarian word for German, might be spelled as Németh as a surname)

Some surnames might exist in two versions, one ending in -i, the other in -y. In this case, the latter means that the person is from a (once) aristocratic family

Up until like the late 1980’s, women, when marrying, legally had to take on their husband’s name with the suffix -né (“wife of”). So, for example, a woman marrying a guy named Kovács János would be legally called Kovács Jánosné after marriage (given name practically erased). Now there are several options. Let’s say our hypothetical woman marrying Kovács János is called Nagy Ilona. After marriage, she might 1, keep her maiden name 2, called Kovács Ilona (take on the husband’s surname) 3, Kovács-Nagy Ilona (hyphenate) 4, Kovácsné Nagy Ilona (husband’s surname with -né suffix, maiden name), Kovács Jánosné (husband’s name with -né suffix)

Nickname forms are… varied, but generally: fist syllable (if vowel is long, it’s shortened) + consonant of the second syllable + i. So like: János –> Jani, Katalin –> Kati, István –> Isti

Male names:

András (Andrew)

Máté (Matthew)

Álmos (“one with a dream”, name from a myth)

Keve (old Hungarian)

János (John)

István (Stephen)

Mátyás (Matthew)

Bálint (comes from Valentin)

Balázs (from the Latin surname Blasio)

Levente (old Hungarian)

Zalán (old Hungarian)

Botond (old Hungarian)

Tamás (Thomas)

Benedek (Benedict)

Hunor (old Hungarian)

Gergő/Gergely (Gregory)

Zoltán (old Hungarian)

Attila (old Hungarian)

Ákos (old Hungarian)

Gábor (Gabriel)

Sándor (Alexander)

Zsolt (old Hungarian)

Csongor (old Hungarian)

Ferenc (Francis)

Csaba (old Hungarian)

Mihály (Michael)

Boldizsár (old Hungarian)

Szabolcs (old Hungarian)

Tibor (Hungarian, origin is a bit ???)

Miklós (Nicholas)

Imre (old Hungarian)

Girls’ names are more likely to sound familiar to the Anglo-Saxon ear, but still, here are some examples:

Zsófia (Sophia)

Erzsébet (Elizabeth)

Boglárka (Hungarian, literally “buttercup”)

Ildikó (Hungarian)

Ilona (Helena)

Emese (old Hungarian, from a myth)

Gréta (derived from Margaret)

Fruzsina (from Greek Euphrosyne)

Csenge (old Hungarian)

Borbála (derived from Barbara)

Hanga (Heather)

Hajnalka (little dawn)

Gyöngyi (pearl-like)

Orsolya (Ursula)

Dorka (derived from Dora)

Noémi (Naomi)

Panna (derived from Anna)

Kinga (derived from German Kunigunda)

Zita (old Hungarian)

Hedvig

Dorottya (derived from Dora)

Dalma (Hungarian, coined in the 19th century)

Tímea (Hungarian, coined in the 19th century)

Some common surnames:

Kovács (Smith)

Nagy (“Big”)

Kiss (“Little”)

Szűcs (Skinner)

Takács, might also be spelled Takáts (Weaver)

Szabó (Tailor)

Tóth (Slovak)

Horváth/Horvát (Croatian)

Németh/Német (German)

Varga (Cobbler)

Molnár (Miller)

Farkas (Wolf)

Lakatos (Lockmaker)

Juhász (Shepherd)

Pap/Papp (Priest)

Fekete (Black)

Fazekas (Potter)

Király (King)

Katona (Soldier)

Magyar (Hungarian)

[cadavercrafts]

Hey, sorry if this is presumptuous but you mentioned when talking about your frustration with doing 2d art that it causes physical pain in your hand. And considering your sculpture work, which I love btw, it’s clearly not a generalized motor skill problem. I was wondering if it was also a concern when handwriting notes, and if you’re ever been tested for dysgraphia? I have it and I can Draw fine but get shooting pain up my forearm if I write more than like a page of notes and thought it might be similar.

Not presumptuous at all!

I genuinly never heard that word before and was never tested for it, i am autistic (huge shock lol) tho and according to google over 60% of people with ADHD and autism also have dysgraphia so... Well that would certainly make sense haha :') Motor skill issues are certainly a thing for me too. It's kinda hard to tell if it's actually that tho. With these kinga things, if it isn't super super obvious in your early childhood, then it kinda becomes impossible to diagnose as an adult, especially if it's not so severe as to heavily impact your daily life and is more of an "unpleasant inconvenience". In any case it seems like learning different pencil grips seems to be one of the ways to deal with it? Even if i may or may not have dysgraphia, looking into therapeutic methods for dealing with it sounds like a really good idea so thank you for that suggestion! And never apologize for sending me an ask again, i love asks.

[simp4konig]

Do you think you could do könig and a hard of hearing or deaf reader? And könig thinks they're mad at him but like just didn't hear him talking? Also hope you have a good day!!<3

Lol totallt not related but this made me think of how im selectively hard of hearing sometimes 😔😔i be watching TV and then my mum is calling my name with a frown on her face "Kinga why are you ignoring me?😡" wtf i literally did not hear 😭

Anyways ignire that ☝️I will 100% write for this! I already have a funny + fluffy + slightly angsty idea for this prompt ...🤭🤭

[ruerock]

i love playing ocs in ts4 because every once in a while it unironically gives me a set of events that r so in character it brings me to tears. i open the game and theres jackie talking to robot thats apparently in love with her i didnt know robots existed? she has 12 slices of cake in the inventory? kinga is stuck playing a violin in the bathroom i cant unclick this action?? right next to her theres queenie sitting on the floor talking to a teddy bear in her “influencer” outfit. ace is out of the parcel and i cant get her to get home

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

The year is coming to its end so it's time for my silly little love letter post 💕 I hope this year has been good for you, or if it wasn't, I'm sending hugs bc same, but hey we made it through! I hope next year brings you kindness, good energy, rest and overall happiness 🥰

Happy New Year lovelies!!

These are not in any order, you're all very important to my tumblr experience <3

♥ @taetaestykookie Marrissa my new bestie to yell about BTS with!!! I love following your bias crisis and making your friends/family members become fans! Even though you live far away and timezones suck I'm so happy to be able to randomly send you stuff in like three different apps all about the same thing... I wish cute Tata/Cooky stuff finds their way to you! Thank you for being my friend, I appreciate you 💝

♥ @washyourdamnhands Kinga, the person who's like a warm comforting hug! Always sending me nice videos and making me smile, I adore you 💕

♥ @asgh0sts Danny, I loooove seeing Exo on my dash and that's because of you, also seeing old Shinee photos makes me cry (but in a good way you know). You also gave me good advice once and I felt so happy!! I've also been thinking about Valentine's Day cards already, and I've been meaning to ask you if you want to receive one from me, so let's say this acts like a question for you and a reminder for me hehe. Thank you for being my friend!! 🧡

♥ @danhalen A person who makes me smile, Reny! The thought of you makes me warm and giggly, I really love to send cards to you (I hope the card that's on its way comes home to you safely!!) and I really appreciate you for being my friend!! 💘

♥ @sepastian-ahoey the Sepe to my Teukka, or should I say a demon for making me get new interests.......... I'm feeling like I'll be following the F1 more next year... We also have a Max document date already planned so I'm waiting for that!!! Thank you for being my friend and tolerating all the rants about kpop that you don't know anything about but still kinda do, I promise to listen to your rants in the future too 💞

♥ @firefighter-diaz oh the broken blorbos.... The reason why I listened to Taylor's new album is this person right here!!!! Also I adore you, sending me postcards from cool places and all 🥺 also helping me with my silly questions and making me feel happier and also making me feel like my jokes are funny! remember hun, coaches don't play!! and!!! I will always listen if you have something on your mind ❣️

♥ @chanstopher Dreamy!! The reason I became even more obsessed with Chris's nose!!! As a nose enthusiast™ this was very nice. I could probably write essays about your talents, but like even if we don't talk much here, I really really really appreciate you. You're so kind and lovely, your art is amazing, you make gifs super fast and they're so pretty every time, and when you show the original coloring vs yours I'm always like h o w. Also I'm still giggling about your kind comment to my Leebit <3333 annnd I love to read your little posts about Chan's room when I can't watch it myself! and I also remember saying I'd show you my paintings but I haven't painted - I drew a horse though - but I'll try to remember it when I paint hehe. I wish all the best for you, may Chris bless us you with cute selfies that show his adorable nose 🥰

♥ @ambivartence Siyuan, the lovely person with who I can have fun ask game answers with! How do I even start. Every time I see your art I smile along the wiggly lines, I try to find little hearts and when I do I feel so warm!! Your art is so warm, I can't explain. Also your Seonghwa and Hongjoong live rent-free in my head, and it's also one reason I should get into Ateez more! You're so kind and lovely and I love to read your tags on posts!! I adore you 💝

♥ next I wanna say thanks to the gc, @fangirlinglikealoon & @heiskasmiro, you make me smile so much you have no idea!! No matter what app we're using to communicate, it always feels so nice to see your names appear in my notifications! I appreciate you so much, just know that 💘💘

annnnd here are some other lovely people that make me smile just by seeing their urls <33

♥ @reedskz ♥ @suklaakuppikakku ♥ @trashkingdom ♥ @joel-farabee ♥ @juhollamago ♥ @diazactually ♥ @yjbg ♥ @finnishhockeyelf ♥ @lily-blue-blue-lily ♥ @bortuzzzzin ♥ @thewestishharpooners ♥ @thosedaysthatwill ♥

[branches-in-a-flood]

The darlings @melit0n, @huntingteeth and @tonguetyd tagged me for six albums I've been listening to lately.

The brain hasn't been in a place where I can listen to much music; we've been doing podcasts instead. So you guys are gonna get my six pods on rotation, AS WELL as six albums!

Podcasts:

Behind the Bastards: just finished up the three part series on Steve Jobs.

Astonishing Legends: I re-listen to their Mothman series at least once a year. Most recently I did The Lost City of Akakor with Kinga Phillips. (I'm convinced Tatunca Nara was just a serial killer, if anyone wishes to discuss.)

The Cryptonaut Podcast: I'm part of their Patron and was a member of their Discord until I deleted my account. Currently going back through old Patreon episodes, but do love their series on the Varginha Incident, and again their deep dive into the Mothman (and the slow erosion of Rob's sanity as that series went on.)

Citation Needed: Action Park episode is the best thing. Today's episode was on the Dutch East India Company.

It Could Happen Here: podcast about things falling apart. I normally just listen to the compilation episodes on the weekends while I'm driving to and from work.

Pure Dog Talk with Laura Reeves: what it says on the tin. Purebred dog fancy, training, showing, health, etc. Sometimes they do dives on specific breeds. One of my favorites was on the Norbottenspets, because I've taken several classes from the breeder they had on and she's very sweet.

Albums:

Mellodeath Tapes Vol 1 from Sudden Death and Marshmello

Ceremonials - Florence + the Machine

Vol 1 - The Plot in You

Mercy - Cole Chaney

Finding God Before God Finds Me - Bad Omens

Tū - Alien Weaponry

It's hard to pick the albums, because I normally just throw on a playlist of the artist and shuffle everything 😅

Also that music is all over the place.

I'm not sure who all has been tagged and who hasn't, so feel free to consider yourself tagged if you'd like!

[moonrock]

btw find me is the best song on this album (yes, because it sounds like astro 🥺)

[m8dwoman]

a new beginning

hi!

i’ve always had a passion for sharing my thoughts and opinions about the things i'm interested in or just putting out my random thoughts into the world. i'm starting this blog to fulfill this creative hunger i have inside of me. so here’s a bit about me: 

my name is kinga and im 16. i love music more than anything. i love literature and poetry. my favorite movie is lady bird. i love talking shit, being chronically online and rotting in bed.

[pencil-amateur]

25

COME BACK HOME- 2NE1

I talked about this a little in a previous post, but at some point when kinga and blivian's daughters zai and mira are older, their parents go missing after some time travel weirdness and they... may have a bit of trouble dealing with it.

zai copes by dedicating most of her time to the mst3k experiments- when she isn't trying to figure out how to locate her mothers, that is. she is a full-fledged mad scientist in her own right, but it feels hollow without them there to see her. mira is still just a kid (teenager, really, but not an adult like her sister) and is trying to keep it together while assisting her. she wishes they could all be together again, and that there was more she could do...

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Not One of Many - Chapter Fifteen.

Are you ready for this, guys? Because I don’t think you’re ready... ;) and thank you all for your lovely comments and continued interest. I have so much love for my devoted audience!! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,590

Warnings - 18+ content, adult audience only. Minors DNI!

“Well, your face don’t half match the weather,” Magda began, she and Oliver viewing their friend where she sat across the table from them next to Kinga, looking up from her phone a little dazed.

“Hmm?”

“I’d say you were away with the fairies, but such magical little creatures so full of zest and cheer could never be responsible for a face like that, darling,” Oliver observed. “I don’t understand it either! You’re the talk of town with your article, you wrote an absolute bloody hit! Like Mags correctly identifies, your face exactly matches this bloody rain currently blighting our lovely day out!”

It had been two and a half weeks since she’d last seen the subject of her article, the piece published four days previous to then, earning Beth rave reviews from her peers, new work offers flooding in and the kind of publicity she usually wouldn’t have sniffed at whatsoever. None of it mattered without him.

“Hung up, ain’t she? I fucking told you, didn’t I?” Her reminder that she’d indeed told her so was delivered in her usual blunt fashion, but Magda softened then, sensing Beth’s need for it. “I’m so bloody proud of you, though, for not forsaking your morals, your pride. You did the right thing in walking away from him, sugar plum. You always said, you ain’t one of many, and you proved it. Hold your head up high for that, my precious. If he can’t see it, ain’t your problem.”

“Exactly this, because there aren’t many women who wouldn’t have had that strength, to realise their feelings and still walk away with their worth intact,” Oliver chimed, stroking her arm kindly. “You’re so strong, and I know it hurts, lovely, I know how much it must be weighing on you, but Mags is absolutely correct. You did the right thing.”

Kinga sighed then, sweeping a hand through her hair. “I feel responsible. I was nothing but on board and cheerleading your decision to go and sleep with him, and now look at you. Downcast and forlorn, when you should be celebrating your success.”  

“I’m not forlorn,” Beth began. “And it isn’t your fault either. You didn’t drive me there and kick me through the doors of The Pendulum against my will. I tried to hide how I felt for the sake of hot sex, and I was wrong to think that I could. I’m nearly thirty, I’m a big girl now, capable enough of making her own decisions and mistakes. I’ll be fine, honestly. I just need a little bit of time to pass, especially in the wake of the article being published. I’m so sorry for being glum, I’m such a bloody wet blanket.”

“No, you ain’t at all!”

“Oh, baby, don’t say that!”

“Darling, don’t be silly!”

They all separately chorused the above, reaching for her again, Oliver and Magda taking a hand each while Kinga wrapped her in a hug. She felt a little teary, excusing herself to go to the ladies, her friends all watching her walk away before they huddled in a little.  

“I want to go smack him in the mouth, truth be told, but I can’t cus’ it ain’t even the bloke's fault! He’s been honest with her, told her how it is and all, and I get it. He’s into polygamy and she ain’t. Isn’t anyone’s fault, although quietly I think he’s a bit mental, not seeing that wonderful girl is enough for any man all on her own.”

“I’m too sissy to hit people, but I could certainly go in for a bit of toe stomping and pushing him in stinging nettles!” Oliver chimed, Kinga laughing softly before she added her two pence worth.

“I hope he comes around. I hope he’s realising just how miserable life is without that vibrant, wonderful girl of ours. Then again, I always wish for the fairy tale.”

“And if it don’t happen, then we just have to keep her spirits up until she’s over it,” Magda sighed, picking up her cigarettes. “Back in a bit.”  

Being there for her was the main aim of their day out, starting with breakfast before hitting the shops and heading to a spa for some pampering treatment and lunch, before dinner and then onto a bar for drinks. It was the first day in weeks all four of them didn’t have other plans or work commitments, their catch up and luxuriate day rebranded a little bit as a cheer Beth up day.  

In the ladies' room, the lady herself dried her eyes, making sure her false eyelashes were still well-adhered, quickly lining her eyes again and taking a few deep breaths. Magda was right, it was his loss. But that didn’t stop it being hers as well. He’d never look at her again like he did when he’d perched her upon the sink, deep inside of her but still, staring at her in a way that made her insides catch fire. Never again, and she hated her principles for it as well, but she would not budge.  

She hated herself for that even more.  

“Come on, Beth. You’re made of tougher stuff than this. Time to pull yourself together, you’ve had your two weeks to be sad now.” Straightening her high waisted trousers a little, she smoothed the silk of the grey (which she guessed she did suit, finally relenting to Magda’s insistence) camisole she wore, fixed her smile in place and walked back out to her friends.  

“There’s that lovely smile I feared we wouldn’t see any time soon,” Oliver chimed happily as she sat, her breakfast waiting for her at the table.  

“I can but try, at least.” Kinga made a little fuss of her, rubbing her arm sweetly before she tucked into her turkey bacon and scrambled eggs, Magda arriving back with them.  

For the rest of the day, she immersed herself in the warmth of her friends, from parading outfits for Oliver, who critiqued or praised (as per his career as a fashion critic) to spending far too much money as a result of that due to her persisting emotional instability. What is a girl to do when she finds Agent Provocateur underwear for a third off, or a pair of Ralph Lauren jeans that weren’t, but she just had to have? With work coming her way left and right, a little splurge was in order. She definitely reminded herself of this after spending nine hundred and eighty-five pounds on a Balmain bag, and over two hundred pounds on a bottle of bath oil, candle and matching perfume. Jo Malone was a dangerous experience for her every time she entered the shop.  

An hour on and they were all lying in a line in the massage suite of the spa, being kneaded thoroughly by talented hands, the man pummelling Beth’s back working out a series of clicks that made her feel much better for the release of pressure. Now, perhaps next for that emotional release of tension. A cocktail out in the gardens, swathed in a fluffy robe afterwards saw to it somewhat, but beneath her cheer, the little tender spot still prickled.  

One swim, a facial and a manicure later and she was feeling fully restored, ready to head back into central London where they had reservations at their favourite bar and grill in Soho, seated at a window table, looking out at the sky.

“It’s going to bloody shit it down again soon, look at them clouds!” Magda exclaimed, the sky dark and foreboding, the break in rain giving way to the kind of heat that usually did stir up the sort of summer storm the four were anticipating as they gave the waiter their drinks orders, all deciding on the share grill platter pretty quickly.  

“Please keep the pork products separate from the rest, though. My friend here is Jewish,” Oliver asked the waiter, Beth smiling. She never had to speak such herself, her friends were always so quick to do so for her.  

“Oh, same as. You’re just the kind of girl my mother would be delighted if I brought home, too,” the waiter spoke with a little flourish of flirt, Beth smiling shyly. She just wasn’t ready to entertain anything of such a nature, though. “I’ll be right back with your drinks, guys.”  

They thanked him, Beth quickly checking her phone, smiling when she saw that the article she had written for The Times last week while in the depths of Alfie-related despair had actually been accepted, her prose being why women felt so pressured to have it all, and inevitably felt as if they’d fallen short, should they lack one out of the lovely home, good job and loving partner triangular goal.  

Her friends congratulated her warmly, Magda asking a passing waiter to bring them a bottle of Moet, Beth attempting to protest.  

“I won’t hear of it, duchess. This is The Times; it calls for a celebration!”

Duchess. He’d often called her that.  

With champagne proffered speedily, a cork popped, flutes filled and a toast to her success raised, she stuffed back down the little glimmering shard of remembrance of her lost love, sipping back a mouthful of pure indulgent bubbles and fixing her smile once more.  

“So, my wonderful lot. It’s the ELLE summer style party in three weeks on Saturday and I of course have guest privileges. Can I put you all down as attending?” Magda asked a time later as they all helped themselves to the scrumptious looking food before them, being met by three very enthusiastic nods. “Perfect! You’ll have to get your own clobber together, though, naturally. If my editor sees you in anything from our wardrobe, it’ll be my head on the bleedin’ chopping block!”

Beth was just thinking on what on earth she had in her summer wardrobe to wear when her phone began to ring, looking over at the display to see a number she recognised immediately. She’d deleted it after vowing to move on, but the fact Alfie’s mobile ended in three twos and three fives was instantly recognisable.  

She nearly brought back up her mouthful of chicken, staring at the screen a little wide eyed before cancelling the call. Ten minutes later, and he tried again.  

“Who keeps calling you, darling?” Kinga asked, grappling with a butter swathed segment of corn on the cob, trying her best to eat it somewhat neatly in an effort not to completely ruin her makeup.  

“Alfie.” Three pairs of eyes landed on her in stares of disbelief. “I’m not answering it.”  

“Aren’t you even a teeny little bit curious over what he could be calling for?” Kinga asked lightly, Magda snorting.  

“Unless it’s to say he’s chucked his girlfriends and finally come to his senses that our girl is the best bloody thing that’s ever happened to him, then it ain’t worth answering!”

“But she wouldn’t know that, unless she did answer,” Kinga reasoned, Oliver chiming in.

“This is very true. Beth might be a brilliant wordsmith, but a psychic, she is not.”

“I’m still not answering,” she vowed, her phone ringing again, Beth refusing the call once more. A few minutes passed, her chicken breast finished as she moved onto the coleslaw, before a message notification came through. Everyone bar her stared at her phone. “What? I’m finishing my meal, freshening up, enjoying a few more sips of my wine and then I shall see what the bloody hell he wants.”

“Spoilsport.” Magda muttered, bobbing her tongue out playfully, making her laugh softly. She made a point of not rushing the itinerary of what she’d pledged would come before reading the message, although the anticipation absolutely killed her. By the time she did open it to read, her heart was hammering, her mouth dry.  

‘I need to talk to you, Beth. Where are you? I came by your flat, but you obviously ain’t home.’

“So, what did he say?” Oliver asked, eyes wide.  

“He says he needs to talk and asks where I am. Apparently he went to my flat.”

“What are you going to tell him?” Kinga questioned, excited.

“Guys, give her breathing room, Christ on water skis!” Magda then exclaimed, holding out her hands.

“Give me a minute.” Picking up her phone, she left the table, heading outside, the distant rolls of thunder soft in the sky, the heat beginning to die down. Except within Beth Drake, who felt like she needed to go and stand in a meat fridge. There was only one way to discover what it was he wished to talk to her about.  

Holding the phone to her ear after pressing call, she felt her heart at the back of her throat, her hands tingling as she heard the phone ring out.  

“Hello, darlin’. Thanks for calling back.” Her stomach tingled and her heart did a little backflip, hearing his voice again.  

“What do you want, Alfie?” she asked coolly, chewing her lip with nerves.  

“As I said in my message, I need to talk to you. Where are you?”  

“Alfie, I said I was cutting ties with you,” she began, being swiftly interrupted.

“It’s about why you had to do that, that I have to talk to you. Where are you?”

She felt her throat tightening, trying to hold back the words that flew from her mouth before she’d had a chance to process. “Sophie’s in Soho.” Shit.  

“Gimme half hour and I’ll be there. This is important, I can’t do it over the phone. See ya in a bit.”

He hung up before Beth had time to answer, turning and heading back inside, striding to the bar.  

“Can I get two shots of gold Patron, please?” she asked the server, the girl nodding before placing the shot glasses on the table and dutifully filling them. One Apple Pay transaction later, two tequila shots were sunk, and Beth was only marginally calmer.  

“Well?” Magda asked as soon as she sat down.  

“He’s on his way over, said he’ll be half an hour.”

“What?” all three chorused.  

“He said he needed to talk to me, I told him that I said I was cutting ties with him and was about to continue with how I wanted for him to respect my wishes there, but before I got chance to, he said it was about why I did that, that he needed to see me,” she explained, her heart still hammering madly.  

“Well, if this is...” Kinga began.

“Nope! No! Nobody speak a word about it, nope! I need radio silence while I sit here and work myself into a panic while attempting to drown it in Soave.” Lifting her wine glass, she sank it, Oliver quick to top it up again.  

“Okay, change of subject. Did we all see that utter hatchet piece Alex Martin-Smith wrote on the AW 2022 Versace collection last week?” Magda offered, all four of them falling into conversation over how unfair they’d found it, such a blazing critique of Donatella’s work, of which they were all huge admirers. Even though the topic had changed, Beth felt sick with nerves within, continuing to drain her wine with such gusto, another bottle was ordered for the table.  

The minutes crept by, with her keeping one eye on the street, until she picked him out, her heart somersaulting. “He’s almost here. I’m going outside.”  

“Good luck, darling. We love you.” Kinga offered, kissing her arm, Oliver and Magda squeezing her hands.  

“No compromises unless he’s offering you all, baby,” Oliver reminded her.

“Any bullshit and tell him your feisty bestie will knock him out.” Magda vouched, giving her the little chuckle she needed as she walked away from the table, heading outside and waiting for him, spots of rain in the air. Looking down the street, she saw him look up and smile. Her heart did a somersault, her skin feeling hot and prickly as her temperature rose, mixing with the summer heat.  

A tempest of nerves whirled within her, her pulse flipping madly, summing up composure from her depths, her head an absolute mess as anticipation claimed her. Still, she would be cool and calm in the face of seeing him again, reminding herself of that when he finally stopped before her.  

“Hello, duchess.” Her knees felt weak, hearing him say that, his scent flooding her nose, her mind being transported back to when she’d first smelled him, how intoxicating she’d found it. “Look, I know I’m the last person you likely want to see, but I had to see ya, right? I need to talk.”

“About what?”

Seeing a group of people coming up behind her, he touched a hand to her arm to move her over, the spot tingling beneath his touch. “About us.”

She shook her head, her heart panging with sadness. “There is no us, Alfie. Not while you’re living the lifestyle you do. Like I said, I don’t expect you not to either, you just can’t have me, too.”

“Well, that’s the thing, darlin’,” he began, taking a breath, actually looking a little nervous. “I’m not living that lifestyle any longer. I’m single.”

She felt as if a firework had gone off in her chest at hearing those words, her hands shaking, her mouth going dry. “You... you finished with them?” she whispered, bewildered. It couldn’t be, could it? Was she about to get what she’d coveted so very much?

“Half and half. Mimi broke up with me, because she knew she wasn’t the one who made me truly happy any longer, and off the back of that, I ended my relationship with Amira.”

“Why?” she blurted, feeling like an idiot instantly, Alfie chuckling, taking her face in his hands.

“Because I’ve gone and fuckin’ fallen in fuckin’ love with you, ain’t I? Can’t fuckin’ bear to live another fuckin’ minute without you either!”

“Could you have crammed more F words in there?”  

He looked thoughtful, tickled by her witty retort. “Probably. So, what do you think? Think this foolish man who took way too long to admit to himself there was only one woman for him is worth it?”

There he was, Alfie Solomons, the man famed for his multiple girlfriends and unapologetic stance over dating them, single, having taken the steps he needed, all for her. Because he was in love with her.  

“Of course, you bloody are.” He beamed, leaning down to kiss her, the shrieking cheers of her friends from inside making her laugh a little into their kiss, before it deepened, her heart blooming. It never happened like this for her, it always went wrong somehow, until now. Until it went right.  

At that exact moment, overhead, a boom of thunder shook the sky, people all around beginning to exclaim as the rain duly pelted down.

“Alfie, it’s raining,” she breathed, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.

“Well, we’re getting wet then, ain’t we?” he kissed her again, a kiss unbreakable, unstoppable by even the raging storm that rendered London a wash from the furious cascade. It was a moment so perfect, right there, they were every romantic cliché in the world, the rain soaking them through, but their care over such non-existent as their love bloomed. As if it couldn’t get more complete, the opening bars to a song that made all the hairs on the back of Alfie’s neck stand up began to filter out from the bar.  

“Fuckin’ ‘ell!” he exclaimed, laughing, kissing her again. “She Sells Sancturary. How bloody apt. Because you do.”

“I like to think I give it freely rather than for a monetary exchange.”

“I’ll put me Amex away then, ay?”

She giggled, stroking his face, never witnessing him smile like he was right then, right at her. “I think we should go in, eventually. Besides, we have an expectant audience.” Turning, they saw Magda, Oliver and Kinga all at the window, applauding with huge grins.  

“Eventually.” He confirmed. They continued to kiss, not a care in the world, Ian Astbury’s lyrics reigning so true for Alfie as he lost himself fully to his heart’s desire.

The fire in your eyes keeps me alive And the fire in your eyes keeps me alive I'm sure in her you'll find sanctuary I'm sure in her you'll find sanctuary

At last. He’d found it, after looking in all the wrong places for so many years, he’d found his sanctuary, right there in her.  

“I love you,” she breathed, nuzzling her nose against his.  

“Good! Because I am lovable when I’m not being a stupid tosser. So, you gonna take me in to meet your friends after I’ve gone and rung me shirt out?”

“Yeah, come on.” Taking his hand, she led him out of the rain, Alfie heading to the toilets while Beth ran to the table, hugging her friends in triumph, giving them a very quick explanation before raiding her shopping bags for the lovely, black maxi dress she’d bought, figuring she needed to change. One long stay under the hand dryer later to dry her hair, and she was back at the table, a considerably dryer, but still damp Alfie joining them after a few minutes.  

“So, you’re the silly sod who took your bloody time with this one then, ay?” Magda asked, arching an eyebrow as he sat down, pulling Beth onto his lap.  

He took her hand, kissing it as he smiled at her, so in love, he felt like he was about to burst. “Guilty as charged.”

[gendiebrainrotreceipts]

All this postmodern things like "we reenter meaning of the word, we are masters of our language😎" is kinga stupid for me. If words don't get you a clear definition (for example, who is lesbian? In tra rhetoric everyone can be), then existence of this word is meaningless. But when we talk about labels: "what's wrong that we have a word for every special characteristic??? That how words works!!! " Kinda hypocritical.

They can answer something like: words are social construct :<

But if everything is fluid, but has no clear definition, what's sense of it at all?

Exactly it’s completely nonsensical

[tictacwaverly]

I don't think I talk about my mst3k oc Susan that much, but I still think about her a lot.

Susan resides in moon 1, built by Kinga Forrester. Susan is equivalent to GPC on the Satellite of Love but she's more described to be a secretary because Susan also helps to manage the money and funds for the project.

I will discuss more about her in the future :)