#news producer affirmations

[news-room-affirmations]

The next person my manager hires will be friendly and good at their job. They won't make my life miserable.

[theeofficialhabibi]

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[eviltwinkle]

wrote a lil tune about how i comfort myself with words when i'm feelin anxious

[transmutationisms]

how do i know what’s right?

i feel like i have zero critical thinking skills ;-;

a lot of the time when someone poses an idea or a theory they think they’re right, and so they use language that enforces that. but then someone refutes it, and uses language affirming what they believe and i see the point in their argument. and then it gets refuted again and again and again and im just confused.

hi great question. i would love it if there were a single easy litmus test to figure out who's 'right' and whose info i should trust! unfortunately things are rarely this easy, and it's actually completely normal to be overwhelmed by the amount of information being produced and shared, especially when it comes to topics you haven't researched/lived/etc. for most of us, this will be most topics!

i'd preface this by saying that i think your overall attitude here is actually a good one. you're framing it in a pretty self-deprecating way—but actually, imo this type of openness to discussion and disagreement is a really good place to start, esp when dealing with topics that are new to you. nobody enters a contentious debate with a fully fledged, defensible viewpoint. you might feel like you're just treading water here, making no progress toward being able to evaluate arguments for yourself, but i highly doubt that's true.

all of that said: while i again cannot give you a single litmus test for figuring out what's 'right', there are four pretty basic sets of questions that i automatically run through when encountering a new idea, source, topic, or argument: we can call these origin, purpose, value, and limitations.

origin: who's the author? do they have any institutional affiliations? who pays their salary? is this argument or paper funded in any way? is the argument dependent upon the author's social position or status (race, class, etc) and if so, are those factors being discussed clearly? does the author have ties to a particular nation-state or stakes in defending such a nation-state? what's the class character of the author and the argument? what's the social, economic, and intellectual context that gave rise to this argument or source?

purpose: why is this source or person disseminating this information or making this argument? are they trying to sell you anything? are their funders? are they trying to persuade you of a particular political viewpoint? keeping in mind the answers to the 'origin' questions, are there particular ideological positions you would expect to find in this source or argument, and are they present? what are the stakes for the author or source? what about for those who cite the source or further disseminate or publish it?

value: what does this source or argument accomplish well? what aspects of the argument are new to you and strike you as insightful? are there linkages being made that you haven't encountered elsewhere, and that you think are effectively and sufficiently defended? are there statistics or empirical data that might be useful to you in forming your own argument, even if you disagree with how this source or author is interpreting them? what does this argument or source tell you about the types of debates being had, and the rules of those debates?

limitations: where does this argument or source fail you or fall apart? are there obvious rhetorical fallacies you can identify? is the author forgetting or overlooking some piece of information that you know of from elsewhere? which viewpoints may be omitted? keeping in mind the answers to the 'purpose' questions, if this source is defending a particular ideology or political position, is that one you agree with? is it only defensible so long as the author omits or distorts certain pieces of information? are there points where the argument jumps from evidence to a conclusion that the evidence can't fully support? are there alternative explanations for the evidence?

over time you will often find that it becomes more and more automatic to ask yourself these questions. you will also find that the more you read/hear about a particular topic, the faster you can determine whether someone is presenting all of the evidence, presenting it fairly, and using it to fully defend the argument they ultimately want to make. and you will probably also find that at some point, you're able to synthesise your own argument by pulling the strong parts from multiple other people's viewpoints, combining them with your own thinking, and fitting them together in a way that adequately explains and materially analyses the issue at hand.

[sleepybbie]

#TRENDING ! | nagi x reader

summary: your and nagi’s name seemed to be in the main headline of hashtags on twitter when you woke up one day…

proplayer!nagi x idol!fem!reader

warning! mentions of threats and hate comments,

a/n: this fic is based on episode 9 of season 2 of aggretsuko on netflix when they found out retsuko and tadano were dating TwT

it really wasn’t tensional.

you were feeling lonely, and so did he. nagi followed what you told him. he thought if he were to hide through his identity with a cap, mask, and some glasses, then he wouldn’t be easily recognized by the public, and then he would be able to meet up with you in secret with no one to disturb you two. go at his place, exchange kisses and words of affirmation, cuddle and have your time together.

the pro football player, going out with one of the most beautiful known idols in japan. basically you. it was a death sentence at just that.

ever since your manager, sara, allowed you to date someone after the success of your first solo album to be released, you had never been more happy to tell nagi the news, in which he too was delighted, kissing the temple of your head after. finally, you don’t have to hide your phone every time she checks.

your manager says that if this information were ever to be turned in public, there’s a chance that your career would have a turn for the worse, and that you have to keep it private.

fans are crazy, she says. and she wasn’t wrong.

you received a couple of threats from letters you thought were fan letters, and even some during your concerts, in which they were gladly taken away by security and were banned from ever attending to your concerts. being famous is scary, but nagi had became your comfort after all of that. that’s why you dated him. surprisingly, you two have already been dating for 3 years, in secret from your manager even. only his best friend reo knows about your relationship and so as your two closest friends. they were amazing at keeping secrets.

you promised your manager that you would try your best to keep a low profile when going out, using the same method every famous people do when walking outside in public—which is wearing a disguise.

since the two of you were famous, you told nagi that the best disguise is just a simple cap, mask, sunglasses and an attire that would look plain. nagi took these suggestions in mind, and used them one day during a rest day. you were used to wearing disguises, so you had a usual waiting for you in your hotel room. you had finished doing a song rehearsal, and nagi messaged to you if you wanted to go out on a date for your free day.

without thinking, you said ‘yes.’

maybe you should always take your manager’s words in your head all the time. and the thing is, she had no idea you were dating him.

wednesday, 11:02am

sara sat down on the computer chair as she slammed the finished documents over her desk, stretching her arms up in the air along with a tired sigh escaping her lips. she just finished her paperwork for your album, talking to various producers who’ll help you out and such, making schedules and plans afterwards.

thank goodness it was a rest day, you were probably busy anyways and she doesn’t want to do anymore work for she only messaged to you about the upcoming rehearsal you were having on friday and to prepare. and that was that. the stress she was having at the moment irked her.

“it’s like seeing my old self…ugh, my back hurts..”

without saying anything more, she opened her computer, google, then checked out the latest news. maybe a little drama could spice up her boring day..

“new trial; kiinomori, says not guilty,” boring.

“a car crash happening after a cos event, yesterday,” do car crashes always happen now?

“japan’s new technology shocks the tokyo community,” eh, not interested

“wanted: extra line artist,” why are you even looking for help here on the news website??!

‘even the news are starting to become uninteresting…well at least the crime rates aren’t going up any sooner..’ she thoughts to herself, clicking on the mouse to see if there were any particular headlines that might catch her interest. maybe about you would be nice.

however, something stopped her from scrolling.

“photo of japan’s football genius and japan’s most beloved idol’s lovey-dovey date.”

her eyes widen a little. no, that was impossible. you wouldn’t find a boyfriend that soon, right? and a football player? no, far too impossible..it just might be another idol, yeah. maybe even a colleague? yeah, that must be it.

steadily, her mouse clicked on the news page, and in an instant it opened.

“are the two going out as friends? or something more?” was what the article stated in the first sentence. sara took a good look on the photos, and all she could see was what she recognized to be the genius nagi seishiro’s back, his white hair flowing out of the cap on his head, holding a lemon tea drink in his hand, and the other in his pockets. nagi seishiro, the proclaimed genius football player who participated in the blue lock project? dating? sara barely knew anything about him, but woah.

beside nagi, was a girl smaller than him. sara couldn’t see her face, so she went forward to scroll down for more pictures.

that moment when she continues to scroll down on her computer, eyes intensely trying to take a good look on the photos took by the secret paparazzi, they kept only taking shots of nagi’s face, not even bothering to let the viewer look at who he’s with. her patience was almost running out…

that was until…she finally identified who the footballer was with.

time pauses, the tranquil silence was eerie, and sara felt her heart stop at the moment. jaw dropped, eyes wide, and the cup of coffee she bought at starbucks almost fell to the ground, a drip of the coffee falling on her desk.

“y…y/n..?”

then the whole public went on fire.

“WHATTTTTTTTTT???????!!”

“EEEEHHHH????”

“HUHHH????”

“HAHH?????”

“FOR REAL?????”

“HWHSHUHHHH???”

“OH MY GOOODDDDDDDD??????”

the article, with now over 2 million views, ended the statement with, “will the two get married soon??”

“a-aha..ahaha..they’re joking right?? y/n with t-that guy..? ahaha..ahaha..” one was on the verge of insanity from astonishment.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MA’AM!”

the number one trending hashtag on twitter, over 400 brand new tweets not long after the news broke out in public. your closest friends, saw the article. and not long after they tried their best to contact you to no avail.

“you’ve seen the article?”

“yes, i have. have you seen the way y/n’s instagram has been popping up after?” one of your friends showed the other on her phone screen, your verified instagram page. it seems your followers had multiplied after the article was posted online. from 30k to now 70k followers. your friends were able to read the newly added comments from your last post. the other comments are mostly from the good fans, showing their support for you and nagi’s relationship, and some were mostly from those nagi fangirls in which they despise the most..

‘found her lol.’

‘nagi could do better lmao.’

‘she’s not even that good looking.’

‘she’s just attention seeking lol.’

yeah, they definitely despise them. since not long, the two were preparing their bot accounts, about to fight them back.

even the team blue lock members’ were able to read the article, jaws dropped on the floor in surprise. how did the lazy genius managed to pull a famous idol like you?

“wha…what is…what’s this..?”

“holy crap, so this is why they’re trending?”

“i…i’m shocked.”

“woah! nagichi is actually dating y/n? how lucky, aha! they’re trending!”

“is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“so this is what that guy’s keeping away from us, huh?!”

“i didn’t even know he was dating someone. better yet, someone famous.”

“is this also why he’s late for practice?”

“it’s almost 3 million views now, they really are taking over the headlines.”

“wait, since they’re dating can i ask nagi if i can get an autograph from her??”

“shut up, igaguri.”

your friends were almost screaming at the end of the line when you answered their call, curled up over your bed and a little shaking, covering your naked body in the blankets with a sleepy nagi next to you. this wasn’t intentional, it really wasn’t. you didn’t know, you didn’t know that there was a secret paparazzi nearby. now you’re scared of what your manager might say to you after this. will she force you two to break up? or never see each other again? make you say you’re just friends with him? no, no, anything but that.

you thought the morning routine for this day would be blissful, with yesterday’s love making was comforting and full of passion, and now you’re awoken with news about you and nagi’s relationship now being in public.

“Y/N! YOU AND NAGI ARE TRENDING.”

“y-yeah, i know..” your voice was hush, like a whisper. you felt afraid of what might happen.

“y/n, are you alright over there? we can come over if you want. is nagi there with you right now?”

“n-no, you guys don’t have to..and yeah, he’s with me right now...’s just asleep..” you replied.

“it’s insane. it hasn’t even been hours and you two are—

your other friend’s voice has been cut off quick, “you don’t have to remind that to her..! listen, y/n, don’t be scared ok? i know it’s scary, but stay strong. trust me, that’ll get over soon.”

their voices are a little muffled on the end of the line, probably fighting over the phone.

the moment you felt movement beside you, you were quick to turn your head to see nagi already waking up from his sleep. great, now how are you going to tell him?

“guys, i’ll call you back later. i have to talk to sei about it. bye now.” then the call dropped. when you looked back over to nagi, his eyes were half lidded, white locks covering his right eye as he rubbed them awake.

“morning..”

“ah…morning, sei…uh..” you nervously avoided eye contact, fingers padding through your phone to look for the article about you and your now public boyfriend that went viral online. nagi tried to pull your figure close to him, arms wrapping over your stomach with a mumble, “it’s so early…hey y/n…go back to sleep with me..”

“it’s 11am now, sei..don’t you have practice today..?”

“ah, you’re right…what a bother..too tired from last night..” fuck, how are you supposed to tell him now? it’s now or never.

“hey, sei…i think you should see this..”

“huh?”

passing your phone over to your boyfriend, you anxiously played with your fingers as you can spot his pupils reading the article displayed over the screen, lazily. it took him some time to finish, his thumb scrolling down to continue reading before nagi lays the phone down between the both of you and groans. “ahh…what a pain. how did they even manage to recognize us? ‘thought my disguise was good..”

“paparazzis are terrifying..” was what you replied. in a few moments, you sighed, covering your face with both of your palms, letting go of the blanket that was covering your upper chest. “what should we do? this is bad…if sara sees this then we’re done for…how did this happen?? oh please, i don’t wanna leave you, sei..”

“didn’t she say you’re allowed to be in a relationship?”

“yeah, as long as i keep it private..!” you say, almost yelling at him. nagi stares at you, hugging the pillow he’s laying underneath. realization hits you, then you covered your mouth, embarrassed. “ah, sorry…i didn’t mean to yell at you..”

“ts fine…” he responds. you hid your face beneath your palms again, expression filled with nothing but worry and little fear. your insta’s been popping up, more followers were added and even more comments popping at your last post. and when you looked over to twitter to see your name trending over the hashtags, the whole world fell down over your shoulders.

“hey, y/n…look at me.”

you couldn’t.

“y/n. hey, let me see you..” nagi who was now sitting up, grabbed both of your hands off of your face to make you look at him.

pretty, you were so pretty. so pretty for him. “it’s gonna be alright..”

“no, no—easy for you to say but…my..my manager..she’ll..” then you looked down over the blanket again, breath hitching as you struggled to breathe a little. nagi had to hold you close to him in order to calm you down, hands brushing your hair, voice hushing your small whimpers. “shh, hey, hey..take deep breaths…c’mon…calm down..”

he always did that when you had panic attacks. most of the time after your concerts or handshakes with your fans. nagi holds you close, then stays quiet. maybe you’re overreacting a little bit…yet at the same time, it’s going to be scary facing the public afterwards.

nagi stayed with you for a while until you could face him calmly, with steady breaths and a peaceful heart. he could see the notifs popping up on his phone.

99+ new messages.

38 missed calls from reo

17 missed calls from isagi and the rest ongoing. his phone too was exploding this morning. but first he has to make sure you’re ok.

when you finally managed to calm down, nagi continues to brush your hair back, looking straight to your eyes. “feel a little better?”

you nodded. “just…just still a bit scared of sara..”

“yeah? well i’ll make sure to apologize. i was the one who dragged you out after all.”

“n-no, sei! you don’t have to i—that’ll make it more worse i’ll be the one to talk to her.” nagi shakes his head, not approving of your idea. “it would be a hassle if you had to go through that alone…at least let me talk to her too..” your boyfriend caressingly rubs your hand together with his, he could still spot the small bruises he left on your neck..a loving gaze pictured over his face.

“it wouldn’t be so much work unlike practice. i’ll come with you…wherever you are. sometimes i wish we were cats so we can spend 9 lives together, y’know?”

you couldn’t say anything much for this dork, except pull nagi for another hug. you prayed to whatever existed that you don’t ever get pulled away from him, your beloved. you sometimes wished things don’t turn out to be in a bad way, after all, you’re an idol of love and kindness. however sometimes, maybe the entertainment industry should be less strict on their idols, including you. nagi was the only one that made you feel alive from them. from all the negativity you’ve been feeling because of what you do.

you love nagi seishiro. and nagi seishiro loves you. that’s there to it.

in the end, you and nagi managed to talk to sara about the whole relationship situation going on, and the only thing she was mad about was that fact you didn’t tell her you were dating, better yet a pro player. she just gave you a warning and then head straight to ask permission to your company about your relationship.

then not long after too, the situation calmly fainted down, and everything went back to normal. maybe except about some of your fans who are quite upset that you’re in a relationship.

still, you were glad the company was kind enough to let you two stay together. maybe it’s because you’re with someone famous, too, but it didn’t really matter.

yeah, maybe you were overreacting.

[ladycharles]

My new single Bedroom Pop is a 2000's coded song of filial love for artists who have fallen victim to the shady abusive "producers" lurking in every scene, a love letter to bedroom producers, an affirmation of the power of music to heal, and duet with one of the actors from Ouija Shark 🦈

Perfect for those who wish they'd lived early enough to exchange Bronski Beat and Talk Talk mixtapes with their crush, or those who love Of Montreal, MGMT, David Bowie, Foxes in Fiction, Princess Chelsea or Empire of the Sun.

Hope you enjoy! 💖🐭

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hi! May I please make a Billie request where Billie realizes she has a crush on her best friend and starts acting nervous and shy around her, and Billie decides to go live one day and fans are asking about reader since she's usually always around and Bil's like "guys she makes me nervous cause I think she's super pretty" and basically admits her crush? Thank you 🥹🤗

cocktail night- billie eilish

summary: you and billie became fast friends, but the celebrity lifestyle sometimes interferes with your plans. you two finally have a free night and decide to have a cocktail night. with alcohol flowing through her veins, billie can't help but confess her crush on you to the world.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: alcohol/drinking, mild swearing

billie eilish was easily your favourite person in the world. despite having met only eight months ago, you guys had developed a bond unlike any other, spending any free time either of you had with each other. you knew you could spend every waking moment with her, and if you could, you definitely would. however, the celebrity lifestyles often clashed and while there were weeks were you could spend every day with each other, there were times where weeks would go by and you wouldn’t see each other. now was one of those dry spells where you hadn’t seen each other in about two weeks. you planned a little cocktail night together when you were both free. the idea had been your suggestion as the last couple of times you had seen your best friend, she had been acting strange. she was flustered and more quiet than usual. you blew it off as some weird way of coping with the stress and work that goes into writing and producing a new album, but thought that a couple cocktails might help loosen her up a little bit.

finally, the night arrived. you unlocked her door with the spare key she had given you and were immediately greeted by shark, who barked excitedly at seeing you. you bent down to pet him as billie ran down the stairs to meet you. with almost as much excitement as her puppy, she wrapped her arms around you in a hug while a large smile adorned her face. once she pulled away, you followed her to the kitchen.

“soooo, whats new?” she asked you.

“billie, we were on call just before i left the house,” you laughed before stuffing a couple chips in your mouth.

“but actually, this guy cut me off when i was driving and the guy behind me honked at me. i was so annoyed. the only thing that got me through the drive was reminding myself i would be drinking soon,” you vented.

“the thought of seeing me wasn’t enough to get you through the drive?” she joked, placing her hands over her heart dramatically.

“nope,” you smiled.

she kissed her teeth and looked away in fake annoyance, but the large smile on her face gave it away. she looked back over at you, your eyes locking, but only for a moment before hers dropped to the ground.

“i did miss you though, for real,” you affirmed.

“i missed you too,” she said.

“stop being so busy all the time,” billie joked.

“says you,” you laughed.

“you know, i think it would save you a lot of time if you had a muse to write about,” you joked, snagging a couple more chips.

“oh really? and who should my muse be?” she said, raising her eyebrow.

“me, duh,” you smiled.

“you’re already my muse,” she said, sending an exaggerated wink your way.

“aww, shut the fuck up,” you said, shoving her playfully.

“okay, come on lets get to drinking,” billie said, switching the subject.

you nodded in accordance and the two of you worked together, gathering everything you would need. as you prepared your cocktails, you downed a couple of shots each, leaving your prepared drinks, which were supposed to be somewhat aesthetic, a very ugly and delicious hot mess. you took your drinks into the living room and billie put on a movie. the two of you were already tipsy before having even taken a sip of your cocktail, and the movie had become background noise amongst your lively conversation.

before long, the two of you decided it was time to change into something more comfortable. thankfully, you had come prepared with matching christmas pj pants which you had bought earlier in the day. you told her to stay in her place, and she waited eagerly for you as you retrieved your bag. you pulled them out with a ‘ta da.’ she matched your energy, shrieking in excitement. she ran upstairs to get changed and as did you. once you were ready, you met her back in the living room, about to sit on the couch before the alcohol finally got to your bladder.

“i’m gonna go use the washroom quickly,” you told her.

she nodded, fidgeting with her phone. little did you know, she was going on live. the alcohol in her system making it seem like a good way to share your matching pyjama pants. she turned it on and within seconds, hundreds of thousands of people had joined. her live had just barely caught the end of your sentence, leading her fans to question where you were. the comments became flooded with comments along the lines of “is that y/n?” and “where’s y/n?”.

“yes guys, it is y/n,” billie smiled, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks as she slurred her words slightly.

“i came on here to show you guys our matching pj pants but she went to the washroom,” she continued.

her fans quickly picked up on the fact that she had been drinking and they had noticed the blush that got stronger with your mention.

“ouuuu she’s blushing,” one comment said.

“her cheeks r so red rn,” another one read.

“guyssss,” billie whined.

“who’s got you blushing like that 👀 👀” someone commented.

billie read it, mumbling the words slightly, before giggling.

“guys if i tell you this you can’t tell anyone okay?” she smiled, multiple fans agreeing and promising.

“y/n makes me nervous cause i think she's super pretty,” she confessed, giggling like a schoolgirl and throwing her phone. she shrieked into a nearby pillow, not fully recognizing what she had done. she picked up her phone hastily when she heard the bathroom door open. the comments were flooded with excitement and support from her fans, and of course, a lot of teasing as well.

“shhhhh, she’s coming back. remember the promise,” she said, turning back to see you a couple feet from the couch.

“what’re you up to?” you said skeptically.

“nothing,” she said innocently, widening her eyes at the camera to remind them to stay quiet.

“uh huh,” you laughed.

“i went on live to show everyone our matching pyjamas,” she said.

“well show them then,” you said.

she set her phone down against her empty cocktail glass and got up, standing next to you.

the two of you backed up until the camera captured you two fully donning your matching pants and white tank tops. she ran back to her phone and sat on the couch.

“why are you acting funny?” you smiled at her, tilting your head.

“i’m not,” she laughed.

“okay billie,” you laughed back.

you sat down next to her, setting your head down on her shoulder, causing her to blush again.

“my parents 😫😫😫,” someone commented.

“this is too cute,” another one read.

“billie u need to tell her,” one said.

“what’s up with your comments?” you asked billie, looking up at her.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, looking away.

you shook your head and looked back at the screen.

“billie said you made her nervous because she thinks you’re REALLY pretty,” a comment read.

you barely caught it as billie pulled the phone up above your face.

“you guys are snitches byeee” she said, ending the live hastily.

you sat up straight, looking at her in the eyes.

“i caught that, y’know?” you said.

“they weren’t supposed to say anything,” billie mumbled, a shy smile playing on her lips as her eyes locked on the couch cushion below her.

you laughed softly.

“so whats this about?” you asked gently, trying to coax her attention back to you.

“you read the comment,” she said, voice just above a whisper.

“say it,” you said, lifting her chin with your fingers, “tell me.”

she took a moment to meet your eyes, your faces now only inches apart as you leaned forward.

“i think you’re really pretty,” she whispered, “and i think i might like you, in more than a friend way.”

you finally leaned forward, linking your lips in a tender kiss. she leaned towards you and you leaned back until you were barely upright against the armrest. she pulled away for a moment, looking at you with a cheesy smile.

“you’re so stupid, y’know that?”

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Fighting junk fees is "woke"

“Populism” isn’t intrinsically left or right. The distinction between the two is often obscured by jargon, but there’s a simple litmus test (courtesy of Steven Brust): “ask what’s more important: human rights, or property rights. If they say ‘property rights are human rights,’ they’re on the right.”

Which is to say, both the left and the right can be populist, but the populist left seeks to improve peoples’ lives, no matter what that takes, while the populist right is only willing to make the world better when that doesn’t interfere with the interests of property owners.

This is how you get the Libertarian Party of New Hampshire equating publicly produced, free insulin with forcing enslaved Black people to pick cotton in the fields:

https://newrepublic.com/post/174485/libertarian-party-suggests-former-black-lawmaker-pick-crops-free

For right populists, the property rights of pharma giants are human rights, so anything that interferes with those rights is equivalent to any other human rights violation.

This is not only wrong, but it’s also a huge vulnerability in the right populist mindset. It’s a button that, when pushed, produces a reliable and reflexive outrage.

This is essential for the creation, maintenance and expansion of plutocracy. In a plutocracy, a small minority owns most of the property (we live in a plutocracy). By definition, plutocracy isn’t popular, since it’s a system that benefits a small minority at everyone else’s expense. In its natural state, plutocracy is only popular with its winners, and not the vast majority of losers it creates.

So plutocrats need to find ways to get turkeys to vote for Christmas. One important trick is to convince us all that the system is fair, guided by an invisible hand that performs mystic passes over our heads at birth and locates the very best of us and elevates us to the apex of the social pyramid.

But there’s a problem with this: plutocracy is self-sustaining. The story that we’re all just “temporarily embarrassed millionaires” who can rise to the top with hard work and smarts falls flat in the face of the reality that nearly everyone at the top was born there. If the system selects rulers based on merit, and if everyone the system selects was born rich, then the rich must have some genetic trait that makes them destined to rule.

This is why plutocracy always turns into aristocracy: the idea that some people are suited to rule because they have “good blood.” Eugenics is, above all, a way to excuse inequality. Fitness to rule is determined primarily by whose orifice you emerge from, and only secondarily by any obvious competence or skill.

So right wing footsoldiers are mired in a terrible and shameful swamp of self-loathing. By definition, their lack of wealth and power is their own fault, and not merely their fault, but the fault of their genes. Being on the bottom is proof that you deserve to be there. Your failure to rise proves that you don’t deserve to rise.

No wonder the right is so irony-poisoned. Remember 2020, when gun-nuts got “revenge” on gun safety scolds by photographing themselves pointing loaded guns at their own penises? The participants insisted that they were just trolling, and they were…by pointing loaded guns at their dicks:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/05/28/holographic-nano-layer-catalyser/#musketfuckers

Plutocrats understand that there are limits to irony, and that at a certain point, irony poisoning becomes so acute that your rank-and-file literally start blowing their balls off. To relieve the pressure, plutes scapegoat other people based on their gender, sexual orientation, race, or nationality.

This provides an important resolution to the cognitive dissonance of meritocracy. The reason you’re doing so badly isn’t that you lack merit, it’s that affirmative action has elevated unworthy people to the positions that you deserve. You are a temporarily embarrassed millionaire — but the riches you deserve have been snaffled up by welfare queens and DEI consultants.

Cruelty isn’t the point of culture war bullshit: the point is power. Cruelty is merely the tactic:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/03/09/turkeys-voting-for-christmas/#culture-wars

Culture war bullshit is a very reliable way to get turkeys to vote for Christmas. Take the campaign against junk fees, which have ticketmastered every part of your life with “fees” for things like “paying your rent by check” and “not paying your rent by check”:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/30/military-industrial-park-service/#booz-allen

There is no broad constituency for junk fees. Scam artists (including scam artists in the C-suites of Fortune 100 companies) love them, sure, but junk fees make everyone else furious.

What’s a plutocrat to do? Well, it turns out that culture war bullshit can make right wingers point (metaphorical) guns at their own junk — all plutocrats need to do is put the word out that getting rid of junk fees is “woke” and low-information right-wing thumbsuckers will demand the right to be charged junk fees.

Here’s an example: one especially pernicious form of junk fee is the “swipe fees” that credit-card companies charge merchants. In an increasingly cashless age, these companies — dominated by the Visa/Mastercard duopoly — have figured out how to scrape 3–5% out of every single retail transaction in the entire fucking economy.

Every merchant you patronize has to charge more — or reduce quality, or both — in order to pay this Danegeld to two of the largest, most profitable companies in the world. Visa/Mastercard have hiked their fees by 40 percent since the pandemic’s start. Forty. Fucking. Percent. Tell me again how greedflation isn’t real?

A bipartisan legislative coalition, led by Senator Dick Durbin (D-IL) and Senator Roger Marshall (R-KS) have proposed the Credit Card Competition Act (CCCA), which will force competition into credit-card routing, putting pressure on the Visa/Mastercard duopoly:

https://www.congress.gov/bill/118th-congress/senate-bill/1838/text?s=1&r=3

This should be a no-brainer, but plute spin-doctors have plenty of no-brains to fill up with culture war bullshit. Writing in The American Prospect, Luke Goldstein unpacks an astroturf campaign to save the endangered swipe fee from woke competition advocates:

https://prospect.org/power/2023-08-04-wall-street-culture-war-swipe-fee-reform/

Now, this campaign isn’t particularly sophisticated. It goes like this: Target is a big business that runs a lot of transactions through Visa/Mastercard, so it stands to benefit from competition in payment routing. And Target did a mean woke by selling Pride merch, which makes them groomers. So by fighting swipe fees, Congress is giving woke groomers a government bailout!

It’s literally that stupid. It’s being pushed by a dark money group based in Kansas, which is targeting Senator Marshall’s constituents with mailers that warns voters they’ll “lose their credit card points” because he’s thrown his lot in with “liberal politicians”:

https://punchbowl.news/caf-marshall-mailer-kansas/

The fliers also warn that competition could result in “your financial data could be processed by partners of the Chinese Communist Party” (the bill bans foreign companies from routing transactions, and bans China UnionPay by name).

The fliers are anonymous. The only ghoul shameless enough to put his name on the campaign is Grover Norquist, whose Americans for Tax Reform tells its Christmas-voting-turkeys to “side with consumers, not woke retailers.”

The dark money org pushing this line have placed op-eds in newspapers across red states, comparing transaction routing competition to your kids’ data being snaffled up by Tiktok:

https://www.theflstandard.com/senators-rubio-and-scott-must-protect-the-personal-financial-data-of-floridians/

This nonsense was peddled by League of Southeastern Credit Unions president Samantha Beeler, whose org has spent $20,000 fighting the CCCA, claiming that a “cheaper” system would be “less secure”:

https://disclosurespreview.house.gov/ld/ldxmlrelease/2023/Q2/301493985.xml

But that’s small potatoes. Millions are being spent, right now, lobbying against CCCA — $5m from the American Bankers’ Association, $2m from the Credit Union National Association, another $400k from Mastercard.

For these rentiers, corrupting our government with millions is a stellar bargain if it lets them continue to collect rent every time we spend money. And millions of people who’ll end up paying that will demand the right to do so, provided they’re told that they’re fighting “woke capitalism” and China.

I'm kickstarting the audiobook for "The Internet Con: How To Seize the Means of Computation," a Big Tech disassembly manual to disenshittify the web and bring back the old, good internet. It's a DRM-free book, which means Audible won't carry it, so this crowdfunder is essential. Back now to get the audio, Verso hardcover and ebook:

http://seizethemeansofcomputation.org

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/04/owning-the-libs/#swiper-no-swiping

[Image ID: A mechanical credit card imprinter (AKA 'zipzap') emblazoned with a US flag Punisher logo. It is imprinting a blank credit-card slip with a red Visa card bearing the GOP logo. It sits on a weathered wooden plank table, stained a dark brown.]

[hwangism143]

just for a moment

synopsis: you were just waiting for your bus when you were in the presence of chan, just for a moment

pairing: idol!chan x non-idol!gn reader

warnings: none!

word count: 400+ words

"just for a moment, a moment in love"

You're sitting at the bus stop, waiting for your bus that still has about an half an hour to come. The sun's beating down on you (to be fair, it always does) and the heat is mildly suffocating. You scroll aimlessly on your phone when a man clears his throat, causing you to look up.

"Ahem, is this seat free?" the man asks.

"Yep," you say, nodding in the affirmative. He shoots you a small sign and sits down.

You take a moment to observe him. He's cute, you'll give him that. He's wearing a baseball cap with his curls sticking out. Along with that, his outfit consists of shorts, a black undershirt and an open plaid t-shirt. As he sits in silence, you try and solve the day's Wordle. Your own the very last line and are about to lose your shit when you feel a tap on you shoulder.

"Uh, not to be rude but, the word's 'adore'," said the guy beside you.

"Oh," you look in surprise, "Thank you."

You quickly punch it in and give him a grin when you pass the level. "Now that we're friends in the holy name of Wordle, I'm Y/N."

"Hey," he says, "I'm Chris. Nice to meet ya."

"I've never seen you here before. Are you new?"

"Nah mate," says Chris, "Came back for vacation, but I actually grew up here."

"Damn, where do you work?" you ask, suddenly curious.

"I'm based in South Korea. I make music."

"That is so cool," you say excitedly, "I'm just a boring old tech engineer."

"I mean, that's not that bad," says Chris with a laugh. His dimples are on full display and you feel your cheeks heating up. Why was he so hot? It was not fair.

"Gimme your Spotify, I'll listen to your music sometime," you offer.

"Oh uh, I actually produce for a group of people," Chris hesitates.

"Ohh, are they famous?" you ask, now even more curious.

"I would hope so," Chris smiles.

You both continue talking and you find out that you're a couple years apart in age and both older siblings. His easy smile and infectious laugh make the time fly by as if it's nothing.

"That's my ride," says Chris, waving goodbye. You wave back with a small smile of your own. Your attention goes back to your phone when another bus pulls up. Looking up, you see a Tommy Hilfiger advertisement on it.

Hold on, you think. Is that...

Holy shit. It was a picture of eight guys, one of them being Chris.

a/n: ahh finally my first fic! i've just kept it short and fluffy (and i hc this happening while chan was on vacation lol). i would really appreciate the comments and reviews!

[sanhwaism]

bf!ateez and that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ ot8 x gn .ᐟ reader

genre ⟡ established relationship, romance, fluff

author's note ⟡ haaaaapy valentine's day 💌☁️ not long ago i have reached 100 followers eeek ^_^ so so grateful for every single one of you!! take this as my gift for both this milestone and valentine's day <3 (the specific habit of theirs will be written in italics just so it can be easier to spot hehe)

k. hongjoong — quality time

ah yes, the busy and very hardworking captain :,)

he's aware of the time spent in his studio; composing and producing music are in his nature after all!

so he feels very thankful that you are understanding and always there for him to cheer him up or reassure him that he doesn't have to feel guilty even when he's pulling all nighters there

yet he still feels bad deep down

at the same time he can't abandon his work

so every chance he gets — and i mean EVERY — when he's not that overworked he makes sure to learn about what you're into so he can spend time with you in a way which you'd enjoy the most

whether it's a new game you're into, or a tv show or a book or

the moment you mention it ONCE???? be sure he's taking a mental note and paying the closest attention to it

because he acknowledges that it will be useful for later

no matter what it is, he'll try his best to pick up on it so you can have a great time together

"oh is this the new video game you started playing? guess what i actually got into it as well so we can play it together now!! :D!"

"oh i know you told me about this book you're reading so i bought a copy as well and i started it whenever i took breaks at work!! let's talk about it!! :D!"

sobs

he's genuinely so thoughtful

so yes, knowing how much time he spends away from you makes him want to learn more about your interests so the moment he has you back in his embrace, he will make sure to repay you in the sweetest way possible!

p. seonghwa — words of affirmation

the type of boyfriend that always makes sure you know how great you're doing and how proud he is of you :(

he wouldn't go a day without praising you

if he is away from you because of work, expect a very early morning message from him in which he wishes you a good day ahead, that you will do great no matter what and he hopes you get to eat some yummy food in the meantime

and then later that day more encouraging words to keep you motivated and to also remind you that he loves you dearly

sobbing again

he wants you to tell him every detail about your day so he can praise every single effort you're making out there, no matter how small or insignificant you think it is

he'd tell you that just thinking of you gives him enough energy to go throughout the day

and he'll try his best to comfort you with his magical healing words if there is something you're going through

one thing about seonghwa is that he will validate your feelings no matter what. and that makes you feel so safe and appreciated and so so loved :(((

he's just comfort personified

he feels like hot chocolate served with marshmallows on top in front of the fireplace

if he's home and there are no miles that distance him from you, every single affectionate word that comes out of his mouth sounds even more soft hearted if that's possible

because not only does he know how to pick the best words and when to use them, but also the tone of his voice is just so soft and soothing

and now that no screen separates you both, his praises feel even more meaningful

he'd gently smile while caressing your cheek and whisper that he missed you so much and now that the day is over, everything that you have accomplished makes him so proud <3

j. yunho — physical touch

oh my god

PLEASE listen to me

when i say that i keep seeing those specific cutest clips of yunho that altered my brain chemistry

i mean it

they altered it so badly to the point where my opinion on his love language changed

everything clicks in your head the moment you realize that yunho has been doing this gesture to you after you two got more comfortable with each other

you walk baside him while holding his hand?

all of the sudden you feel his large, soft hand on the top of your head

he looks at you all smiley while you talk to him?

the next second his hand is moving towards the crown of your head, cutely ruffling your hair

you're eating and paying attention to the food before your very eyes?

headpat.

another headpat.

cute little soft headpat

is it the height difference that just makes him unable to control his hand from such sweet gesture?

probably

most certainly, actually

he just can't help it :( one look at how cute you look and you don't even get the chance to finish your sentence be–

yup. headpat!!!!!

it's never enough for him, there are times where he feels the urge to just start speedily yet gently tap the top of your head countless times while your head just bops up and down

the way people do with their pets when the cuteness aggression hits (please tell me you know what i mean)

if you dont i gotchu i provide with visual representation here! (volume warning!!!! its loud!!)

he finds that HILARIOUS and so adorable at the same time

he'd just start giggling and you can't help but enjoy his laugh and playfulness

but if he doesn't stop you're gonna get dizzy a bit so he'll recieve a headpat in return!

... just a more aggressive one

call it a cute bonk ^_^

emotionally prepare yourself not to get TOO affected by his sudden puppy eyes because how dare you do such thing to him :<

apologize with a forehead smooch and he'll get all shy and so cutieful

k. yeosang — acts of service

your personal trainer angel fairy dreamy looking like boyfriend

fondly sighs

yeosang's love for you is so gentle and thoughtful

he's your safe haven

his best way to express his feelings is by making sure you're always taking care of yourself, especially reminding you daily to take your supplements and vitamins!!

one day while you were cuddling him on the couch, you expressed your desire to have a more balanced and healthy lifestyle because he inspires you to do so

that was the moment a big shiny lightbulb lit up above yeosang's head

because he had the perfect idea how to help!! :D

the next day you'd already have in your hands a cute storage vitamin box that he got for you where you can organize your vitamins by days so it can be easier for you :(

of course he has one as well

he is always the one that helps you buy them once you run out

and he'd try his best to do his research based on your preferences and what seems to work best for you

when you tell him how much of a big difference they've been making and how much more energetic you feel, his smile melts your heart

he gets all bashful and giggles to himself, waving his hand as if he doesn't consider that he has done a lot

(well i consider eating him in one bite)

after all, that's what a good boyfriend should do! no biggie!

but yeosang has no idea how much it means to you; for him to always check up in you, to be your daily reminder just in case you forget about the vitamins, to diligently help you achieve the healthy lifestyle you strive for

c. san — physical touch

everyone please act shocked

of course it's physical touch

i feel like i'd commit a crime if i didn't pick it

he's just a cute clingy cat :(

you figured out his love language quite fast, a little bit after you have made your relationship official and gave him your consent

he was shy at first

VERY shy

at first he could feel satisfied enough even with just your hand in his, or a timid hug

honestly he just wanted you near him!

but after some time when both of you got more comfortable with each other and after lots of showers with affection,

he started attacking your cheeks in the cutest way possible

every time he would have you near him, you'd see him suddenly leaning towards one side of you

next second you'd feel the softness of his cheek touching yours

and not only touch

but he would push himself even closer to you if that's possible, smushing your cheeks together while he's pouting

as if he wants to fuse both of your bodies into one because having you like that against him?? clearly isn't enough

also starts gently rubbing it against your own cheek, humming to himself because of how nice the feeling is while his eyes are closed in content

with time you got used to it and even started to like it and look forward to it

(every time i see clips of him doing that to other members i can't help but giggle)

he's just the cutest <3

no one cats the way san cats

s. mingi — quality time

the type of boyfriend that if he could, he would attach you to his hip like a lucky charm forever and ever

because you always bring him luck, inspiration and hope whenever he has you near him :(

he feels a bit lost in your absence, always looking for ways to hear from you one way or another

so a lot of times when you two would blissfully share each other's space, mingi would ask you to attend his dancing practice, so you can witness what impressive moves he came up with and what choreographies he has been working on ^^

he is truly sososososo talented

and you'd just watch him with your lips slightly parted, amazement written all over your face as your eyes would follow the way his flexible body moves like water, with such calculated and striking motions

or other times, when he'd willingly share his personal space with you in his studio where he worked on so many new instrumentals and demos that might be useful for the group's future releases or his solo projects

every minute he would turn his head towards you just so he could catch a glimpse of your face expression

and he would smile to himself as he'd gaze at the endearing way you enjoy the rhythm and overall vibe of the music

his eyes would start sparkling in the dim lighting as you praise his efforts and works

and the biggest, cutest smile would adorn his bare face

sobs mingi.. mingi!! ^__^ mingi :3 MINGI!!!!!!!!

from that moment on, he only grows more confident to have you partake in any type of project he's crafting

you soon realize that you're the only one that gets this treatment

that's how big of an effect you have on song mingi. and he loves you dearly. always share your feedback and space with him. pretty please with a cherry on top <3

he said that not me

j. wooyoung — BITING gift giving

sorry let me get serious

WOOYOUNG.

this man emanates love through every single pore so it was SO hard to pick only one love language

but it had to be done!

he's typically in his sugar baby era

but when it comes to you????????

i hope you're prepared to get spoiled ^^

his love for you is just too strong

but so is his credit card!

even before both of you confessed to each other, wooyoung had been giving you subtle hints that he was having a crush on you

and a lot of his hints were consisting mostly in him buying something for you

you eyed a cute plushie through the shop's window?

"waa, wooyoung, this plushie is so cute don't you think!!!!"

wooyoung thinks that he is buying it for you!!!!!

and you know what

he's getting two plushies actually, because they remind him of you and him

once he steps out of the shop, he hands the plushie to you with the cutest smile plastered on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes

"look, it's us," he exclaims as he brings his plushie close to the one in your hands and, to your utter surprise, makes them aggressively kiss.

(i just made myself SO devastated by writing that oh my god)

that was actually the day you two admitted having a crush on each other

from that day on, wooyoung's need to spoil you only grew

he'd want to match with you not only when it comes to a pair of plushies or ten, but clothes as well

not those that are SO visibly matching, instead more subtle ones that sort of compliment each other's looks and make you two match perfectly, like two puzzle pieces :,)

yes, wooyoung would be the one that would buy the clothes for you and surprise you with soooo many bags in front of your door, so excited for you to try on everything

he's whipped! can you blame him :(

you are his happiness and he wouldn't have it any other way, you deserve every single gift, end of discussion!!

c. jongho — acts of service

the acts of service king

i said what i said!!

also the king of americanos yup yup iktr!

speaking of americano coffee :>

in the beginning of your relationship with jongho, you'd often have dates at the prettiest, comfiest cafes in town

you'd both order your usual drink of choice, and whenever you'd get coffee, he would pay extra attention to what type of coffee is it so he can get a cup for you next time and impress you with it

not just coffee but shh this is about coffee shh

after some time, you took the relationship to the next level, moving in together;

and whenever jongho had to leave earlier than you for his schedule, the mornings would smell like the best freshly made coffee you had ever smelled

because your sweet and attentive boyfriend would try his best to copy the recipe of your favorite coffee drink

from scratch as well

grinding the best coffee beans he could find into grounds

using water heated between 195°F-205°F

aiming for a total brew time between 3-5 minutes

like this is serious for him.

because he NEEDS it to be perfect and he NEEDS to cutely brag about it and he NEEDS to make you feel very pleased!

"hey, y/n, would you like some coffee?"

"no, thank youuu, my boyfriend made me the best cup of coffee this morning !!"

he would also leave a lovely note next to the mug :(

what more could you ask for. seriously.

you're gonna have some people become jealous but hey! choi jongho THE choi jongho chose you <3 and you will always be the only one he would make coffee for, from scratch, at the first glow of the sunrise

you are the apple of his eye

the only apple he would never break in half

see what i did there :D

𓏲 ࣪₊♡ taglist: @yuyusuyu

{💌ྀི} masterlist.

[versethetic]

NOT PERFECT. JUST LOYAL.

i like to keep things real here so i tend to share my slight struggles with loa so that others who’ve gone through the same thing don’t beat themselves up over it.

but i’ve actually only fully understood what it means to live in imagination for a little while now;, and then put it to good use just a couple weeks ago.

despite knowing about the law for over a year…💀

OVER. A. YEAR…💀💀💀

even then, i got so caught up in making the images in my head perfect, or making sure i’m “saying the right affirmations" which obviously didn't help my case

i love reading loa posts because they make me feel nice and inspired and just remind me of my power but i somehow equated that as me overconsuming info and then i would spiral within my own head.

i would barely think of my desires as mine and when i did for only a day or two, i’d then turn around and believe that i wasn’t doing enough, that i need to affirm more or visualize for an hour and walk through every step of my day in my new perfect life or else it wouldn't manifest.

loyal according to merriam webster is "unswerving in allegiance"

all the way up until a couple weeks ago, i was not loyal to the idea that my imagination is all i need. i was not loyal to the idea that the 3d means absolutely nothing in terms of “getting” what you want, because there was nothing for me to get. now, i have become loyal to already having my perfect life.

i am that bitch. i am the prettiest princess. i am the smartest in school. i am the most famous. but i didn't need to have the perfect mindset with loa to realize it.

do you see where i’m going with this?

IMAGINATION IS ALL YOU NEED

granted, i had my days after this realization where i still struggled with techniques or accepting my new life as mine, but now i know that if i don’t identify with these things, it has not a single setback on my manifestations.

no matter what i was feeling, i told myself “i have it, my life is perfect, i am calm, i have it in imagination, the old senses are dead to me, i know what’s in my mind is the real truth”

when loa blogs say that you know you have it, it’s not some cheap trick they spew out because everyone else is saying it. if you imagine what you want, it’s officially set in stone. what you think comes to life.

the 3d is the afterimage, the product of a movie you directed, wrote, produced and starred in. you just need to stick with this fact through thick and thin, sleet or snow.

YOU are what the 3d answers to.

YOU are what the mirror reflects.

YOU decide how simple things are for you.

if you woke up and the old senses in front of your human eyes still show something you don’t like, are you gonna take that as a fact?

when you know and are loyal to the fact that your godly brain is showing you that devoted sp you have? that grand big mansion you live in? that whole new life you’re dwelling in?

NO. you’re not. think of you and you're 4d as BFFs who'll never separate, who tell each other everything and have those bff necklaces and go everywhere and do everything with each other. or imagine you're a ceo and your 4d is a loyal secretary who never asks questions and simply obeys whatever you tell it to do, because it trusts YOU. it works for YOU. however you wanna see it, you and your 4d are locked in 🔐🤞, okay? it is not separate from you, it does not seek guidance or information from anywhere other than YOU.

IT IS YOU.

and it took me a long time to see that.

it might be hard at first and the acceptance might not always be there. but i am making a conscious effort to at LEAST continuously tell myself that my imagination is all that matters. to at LEAST believe that what i want is already mine, and that’s the LEAST you can do as well.

your journey does not have to be perfect. your mindset does not have to be perfect. your feelings do not have to be perfect. mine definitely weren't. you just need to be loyal to your imagination.

[news-room-affirmations]

The extra pay is totally worth working through holidays. I love working a different shift than usual.

[rafesapologist]

eternal sunshine of a spotless mind ─ rafe cameron; part I

summary: you and rafe were star-crossed lovers, which is why you needed to forget him.

warnings: mentions of substance use, alcohol use, swearing

author's note: welcome to my new series!! some aspects of this story will be au, given the concept of the story itself. also, please let me know at any time if you'd like to be added to the taglist. thank u!

In the cozy confines of your bedroom, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of your friends, you stood before the mirror, your outfit meticulously chosen for the night ahead. The short denim skirt hugged your curves, accentuating your figure, while the tube top added a touch of effortless allure. You couldn't help but scrutinize your reflection, searching for any flaws or imperfections that might mar your appearance.

Turning to your friends, you sought their opinions with a hint of nervous anticipation. "So, what do you guys think?" you asked, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you awaited their verdict.

Your friends crowded around you, their eyes appraising your outfit with a mix of admiration and excitement. "Girl, you look amazing!" exclaimed one of them, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "That skirt is everything."

Another friend chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Seriously, you're going to turn heads tonight," she said, her tone filled with confidence. As their words washed over you like a wave of affirmation, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night you finally felt truly confident in your own skin. And with your friends by your side, anything felt possible.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you allowed the affirmations of your friends to wash over you, their words a balm to soothe the lingering doubts that had plagued you since the breakup with your ex-boyfriend. For the past two weeks, you had been trapped in a shell of self-doubt and insecurity, the pain of the breakup weighing heavily on your heart.

But tonight was different. Tonight was your chance at redemption, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had clouded your spirits. With each encouraging word from your friends, you felt a spark of confidence reigniting within you, dispelling the shadows of doubt that had held you captive for far too long.

Taking a deep breath, you met your own gaze in the mirror with newfound determination. Tonight, you would break free from the chains of heartache and insecurity. Tonight, you would embrace the person staring back at you with unapologetic pride.

With a smile, you turned to your friends, gratitude shining in your eyes. "Thank you," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "For everything. Let's make tonight one to remember."

With anticipation buzzing in the air, you headed out the door, a sense of excitement coursing through your veins. Tonight wasn't just any night; it was your chance at redemption. With your friends by your side, you were ready to embrace whatever the evening had in store, confident in your ability to overcome any obstacle that came your way.

With a flurry of excitement, you and your friends hustled out the front door, the anticipation palpable in the air. Laughter and chatter filled the night as you made your way to the waiting Uber, its headlights casting a warm glow on the pavement. One by one, you all piled into the car, the familiar scent of perfume mingling with the promise of adventure.

As the engine hummed to life, the city lights blurred past the windows, painting streaks of color against the darkness of the night. The energy inside the car was electric, each shared glance and inside joke heightening the sense of camaraderie among you. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, a silent promise of the memories waiting to be made.

With a mischievous grin, one of your friends produced shots of pink Whitney, passing them eagerly around the group. The vibrant hue of the drink seemed to shimmer in the dim light, a symbol of the wild night ahead. "To tonight!" they exclaimed, raising their shot glass in a toast.

You joined in, clinking your glass with those of your friends, the sound ringing out in the air. As you tipped back the shot, the liquid burned down your throat, igniting a fire that spread through your veins. But amidst the heat, you felt a surge of courage welling up inside you, a sense of invincibility that urged you to embrace the moment. With a satisfied sigh, you set down the empty shot glass, the taste of adventure lingering on your lips.

The Uber pulled to a stop outside a grand white mansion, its facade illuminated by the glow of party lights and pulsating music. From the outside, the place looked alive, teeming with energy as people spilled both indoors and out, their laughter mingling with the night air.

With a nod of thanks, you and your friends bid farewell to the Uber driver, his parting words a simple "Have a good night" that seemed to echo with the promise of the evening ahead. As the car pulled away, you took a moment to soak in the scene before you, the excitement building with each passing second.

With eager anticipation, you and your friends made your way up to the front door, the sound of music growing louder with each step. The air was thick with anticipation, the promise of the night hanging heavy around you like a veil of excitement. As you crossed the threshold into the mansion, the energy of the party washed over you like a tidal wave, enveloping you in a whirlwind of laughter and music.

As one of your friends disappeared into the swirling crowd with a determined shout of "I'm gonna go get drinks!", a knot of anxiety tightened in the pit of your stomach. Alone amidst the throng of partygoers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in.

The room was packed with people, their laughter and chatter blending into a cacophony of sound that filled the air. Everywhere you looked, there were faces you didn't recognize, each one lost in their own world of revelry and excitement.

The enormity of the party seemed to loom over you like a daunting challenge, threatening to swallow you whole amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and pulsating music. For a moment, you felt a pang of doubt, wondering if you belonged in a place so bustling with life and energy.

Feeling lost in the sea of partygoers, you were suddenly jolted from your thoughts as another friend caught you out of your gaze with a playful nudge. Sensing your nervousness, she looked at you with a mischievous smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I can see those nerves from a mile away," she teased, her tone laced with amusement. "But don't worry, I know just the cure for that."

Intrigued by her confident demeanor, you raised an eyebrow in curiosity, eager to hear what she had in mind. With a knowing glint in her eye, she beckoned you to follow her through the crowd, her steps purposeful as she led you towards a quieter corner of the room. As you followed in her wake, a sense of anticipation bubbled within you, wondering what she had planned to banish your nerves and inject some excitement into the night.

As you followed your friend into the living room, you found yourself swept into a scene of vibrant chaos. Groups of people clustered around the couch, their animated voices blending into a symphony of excitement. Laughter and cheers filled the air, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses and the thump of bass from the music.

Curiosity piqued, you furrowed your brows, wondering what had captured everyone's attention with such intensity. Pushing through the crowd, your friend leading the way, you edged closer, anticipation mounting with each step.

As you finally reached the heart of the gathering, you were met with a sight that both shocked and mesmerized you. A tall, dirty-blond haired boy stood before a coffee table, his figure outlined by the flickering light of the party. Beside him, a girl lay flat against the surface, her expression blissed out as she offered herself as a makeshift platform.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you realized what was unfolding before you. The boy leaned down with slow, deliberate movements, his fingers delicately tracing the lines of cocaine arranged on the table. With a steady hand, he brought the powder to his nose, inhaling deeply as if savoring the moment.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their enthusiasm bordering on frenzy as they egged him on. It was a scene that seemed to exist in its own bubble of hedonistic euphoria, disconnected from the world outside the confines of the party.

Beside you, your friend's expression mirrored your own shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. In that moment, as the cheers of the crowd continued to reverberate around you, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. This was more than just a party; it was a glimpse into a world of excess and indulgence that you had only ever heard about in whispers. And as you stood there, a silent witness to the chaos unfolding before you, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of the night.

"This is crazy," you murmured into your friend's ear, your voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. Shock and disbelief colored your words as you watched the scene unfold before you, unable to tear your eyes away from the spectacle.

Beside you, your friend's gaze remained fixed on the unfolding drama, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue. It was almost as if she found the chaos before you entertaining, a spectacle to be enjoyed from a safe distance. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in at her reaction, a gnawing uncertainty that lingered in the back of your mind.

"Don't tell me you're thinking about doing this, Gia," you whispered to your friend, shaking your head in disbelief. The chaos unfolding before you was enough to make anyone's head spin, but the mischievous glimmer in her eyes hinted at a dangerous curiosity that sent a chill down your spine.

The idea of following suit, of diving headfirst into the reckless abandon on display, made your stomach churn with apprehension. This wasn't the kind of excitement you had signed up for, and you couldn't fathom why your friend would even consider such a risky endeavor.

But as you looked into her eyes, you realized that the allure of the moment was too strong to resist. The promise of adventure, of breaking free from the monotony of everyday life, beckoned to her like a siren's call, tempting her to throw caution to the wind and embrace the chaos unfolding before you.

With a resigned sigh, you knew that trying to dissuade her would be futile. The allure of the night was too powerful to ignore, and as much as you wished otherwise, you knew that she was determined to dive headfirst into whatever came her way.

As the cheers of the crowd continued to echo around you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation creeping in. This was a dangerous game they were playing, and you could only hope that they would emerge unscathed from the chaos that awaited them.

You met your friend's pleading gaze with a mixture of concern and disbelief. "Come on, Y/N, let's just try a little!" she urged, her voice tinged with excitement and anticipation.

A sense of apprehension gnawed at your insides as you hesitated, torn between the allure of the moment and the nagging voice of reason in the back of your mind. The idea of indulging in something so reckless and dangerous sent a shiver down your spine, but the pressure of the crowd and the promise of adventure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

With a reluctant sigh, you knew that resistance was futile. The energy of the party pulsed around you, intoxicating and electric, and the temptation to let go and lose yourself in the moment was too strong to ignore. Against your better judgment, you nodded hesitantly, steeling yourself for what was to come. This was a leap into the unknown, a step into the darkness that lay just beyond the edges of your comfort zone.

"Got room for two more?" Gia's voice cut through the chaos, her tone a mix of boldness and curiosity as she addressed the tall figure standing at the center of it all. His gaze snapped to her immediately, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he heard her plea.

The room seemed to hold its breath as all eyes turned to the interaction unfolding before them. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, a palpable tension hanging in the air as Gia awaited his response.

With a casual tilt of his head, the mysterious figure regarded Gia with amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Depends," he replied, his voice smooth and confident. "What are you bringing to the table?"

The challenge in his words hung heavy in the air, a silent dare for Gia to prove herself worthy of joining the inner circle of the party's most daring participants. And as she met his gaze with unwavering determination, you couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension mixed with excitement.

Gia's response was swift and flirtatious, a playful glint in her eyes as she offered up a proposition that left the mysterious figure chuckling in amusement. With a shake of his head, he motioned for her to join him, his expression a mix of sarcasm and intrigue.

"Well, aren't you confident?" he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement as he extended a hand towards her. "I like that."

Gia flashed him a dazzling smile, her confidence unwavering as she sauntered over to him, the excitement practically radiating off her. "You have no idea," she replied with a wink, her tone dripping with flirtatious charm.

As she settled into the seat beside him, the mysterious figure turned to her with a smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "So, what's your name, fearless one?"

"Gia," she replied with a smirk of her own, her gaze locked with his. "And you?"

He chuckled at her boldness, leaning in closer as if to share a secret. "You can call me Rafe," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Meanwhile, you watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and apprehension, unsure of what was to come. Gia shot you an excited glance, urging you to join them, but you hesitated, feeling a subtle tug of resistance in the pit of your stomach.

Despite your reluctance, Gia grabbed your wrist with a firm grip, dragging you forward through the crowd with a determined resolve. As you reluctantly followed her lead, the energy of the party pulsed around you like a living, breathing entity, filling you with a heady mix of excitement and uncertainty.

As Gia pulled you from the safety of the crowd, you couldn't shake the sensation of being exposed, vulnerable to the scrutiny of not only the partygoers but especially the intense gaze of the boy she was flirting with. Heat flooded your cheeks, a telltale sign of your discomfort, as you felt the weight of his gaze on you like a physical presence.

Every step closer to the couch felt like a journey into the unknown, the intensity of the moment elevating your unease to new heights. The blond boy watched you intently, his eyes seeming to bore into your very soul as you made your way across the room.

You tried to maintain a facade of composure, but inside, your nerves were in turmoil. The unfamiliarity of the situation left you feeling exposed, a sense of vulnerability creeping in as you approached the couch where Gia and Rafe awaited.

With each passing moment, the tension in the air seemed to thicken, wrapping around you like a suffocating embrace. You couldn't help but wonder what lay in store as you finally reached the couch, the weight of Rafe's gaze still burning into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"So, you two ever done this before?" Rafe's smirk widened, mischief dancing in his eyes as he lined up the lines of coke in front of him. The question hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating you with its implications.

A lump formed in your throat as you struggled to find the right words. The intensity of the moment seemed to amplify, the weight of Rafe's gaze bearing down on you like a tangible force. You glanced at Gia, searching for some semblance of reassurance, but she remained composed, her expression unreadable.

The lines of coke glistened under the dim lights, each one a stark reminder of the choices laid out before you. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, a silent invitation to join in the reckless abandon unfolding before you.

With a deep breath, you tried to steady your nerves, but the unease lingered, festering in the pit of your stomach like a dormant volcano. This was uncharted territory, a leap into the unknown that left you teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

As Rafe awaited your response, his smirk never faltering, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation creeping in. The allure of the moment was undeniable, but the consequences loomed ominously on the horizon, casting a shadow over the otherwise electric atmosphere of the party.

"Nope," your friend spoke up, her voice surprisingly chipper despite the gravity of the situation. A preppy tone laced her words, a stark contrast to the tension that hung thick in the air. You glanced at her, bewildered and confused, wondering why she was taking the lead in this precarious moment.

Her gaze remained fixed on Rafe, her expression unyielding as she perked up at the sight of the substance before them. It was as if she was playing a part, masking any hint of uncertainty with an air of nonchalance.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration and anxiety coursing through you. This wasn't the adventure you had signed up for, and yet here you were, dragged into a situation that left you feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever.

As Rafe's smirk widened, a sense of foreboding settled over you like a dark cloud. The lines of coke gleamed under the dim lights, a silent temptation beckoning you to succumb to the chaos unfolding before you.

"Well, then which one of you wants to go first?" Rafe's voice cut through the tension, his smirk widening as he gestured towards the lines of cocaine laid out before them.

"I'll go first," Gia's unexpected eagerness to take the lead caught you off guard, her excitement palpable as she offered to go first. You couldn't help but look at her with a mixture of disbelief and concern, the weight of her decision settling heavily in the pit of your stomach.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her expression filled with a reckless abandon that sent a shiver down your spine. It was as if she was oblivious to the risks involved, her eagerness blinding her to the potential consequences.

You opened your mouth to protest, to voice your concerns and urge her to reconsider, but the words caught in your throat. The intensity of the moment left you feeling powerless, a silent witness to the chaos unfolding before you.

With a sense of resignation, you watched as Gia leaned forward, her movements confident and deliberate as she prepared to indulge in the reckless abandon laid out before her. Despite the unease gnawing at your insides, you couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for her fearlessness, even if it bordered on recklessness. As she prepared to take that fateful step, you couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation that settled over you like a heavy cloak.

You leaned in close, your voice barely a whisper as you voiced your concerns to Gia, asking if she really wanted to go through with this. But she brushed you off with a dismissive wave of her hand, her eyes focused solely on the line of cocaine laid out in front of her.

"Come on, Y/N, lighten up," she replied, her tone flippant as she waved off your concerns. "It's just a little fun."

Despite her attempts to downplay the gravity of the situation, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. The reckless abandon with which she approached the moment left you feeling helpless, a silent observer to her descent into the unknown.

With a heavy heart, you watched as she leaned forward, her movements deliberate as she prepared to take that fateful step. A sense of resignation washed over you as you realized that there was nothing more you could do to stop her.

As she disappeared into the haze of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow and regret wash over you. This wasn't the adventure you had signed up for, and yet here you were, powerless to stop the chaos unfolding before you.

You found yourself transfixed by the sight of Rafe, his piercing azure eyes alight with a malevolent gleam as he watched Gia succumb to his subtle persuasion. There was a dark elegance to his demeanor, a predatory grace that sent a shiver down your spine as you observed him orchestrating the unraveling of the night's delicate tapestry.

In the flickering light of the party, his features were cast in shadow, the lines of his face sharp and defined against the backdrop of chaos. There was an otherworldly quality to him, as if he were a puppet master pulling the strings of those around him with effortless finesse.

As Gia disappeared into the swirling haze of the substance, her movements becoming increasingly erratic, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow wash over you. It was as if she had fallen under his spell, ensnared by the allure of the moment without a second thought for the consequences that awaited.

The air around you crackled with tension, thick with the weight of uncertainty and regret. This wasn't just a party; it was a descent into the depths of darkness, a journey into the unknown that left you feeling lost and adrift in a sea of swirling emotions.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Gia succumb to the substance, her movements becoming increasingly erratic with each passing moment. A sense of dread washed over you as anxiety began to course through your body like a raging river, threatening to engulf you in its tumultuous currents.

Gia's groan of discomfort tore through the haze of the party, a stark reminder of the consequences of her impulsive decision. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the harsh reality of the situation in all its starkness.

As you glanced up, you found Rafe's piercing gaze fixed on you, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. It was as if he were waiting, biding his time to lure you into his web of deception and temptation.

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized the gravity of the situation. You were teetering on the edge of a precipice, the allure of the night pulling you closer with each passing moment. But deep down, you knew that giving in to temptation would only lead to regret and despair.

"I need some air," you blurted out, the words escaping your lips in a rush as you hastily rose from the couch. With a sense of urgency propelling you forward, you made your way through the crowded room, the pulsating beat of the music fading into the background as you sought solace in the quiet confines of the kitchen.

The air was cooler here, the chaos of the party muffled by the walls that surrounded you. You took a deep breath, relishing the momentary reprieve from the overwhelming atmosphere of the living room. With each inhale, you felt the weight of the night's events slowly begin to lift from your shoulders. The dim light of the kitchen cast a soft glow over the room, offering a sense of serenity amidst the chaos that raged beyond its walls.

Desperate to distract yourself from the chaos unfolding around you, you made a beeline for the punch bowl on the counter. With shaky hands, you poured yourself a generous serving of the potent liquid, the rich aroma wafting up to meet your senses.

Without hesitation, you lifted the cup to your lips and took a long, deep sip, the cool liquid burning a path down your throat. The sharp tang of alcohol cut through the haze of uncertainty that clouded your mind, offering a fleeting sense of solace amidst the turmoil.

You drank quickly, gulping down the fiery liquid as if it were the only thing anchoring you to reality in the midst of the storm. With each swallow, you felt the tension in your muscles begin to ease, the tight knot of anxiety in your chest slowly unraveling.

But even as you sought refuge in the numbing embrace of the alcohol, a nagging voice in the back of your mind reminded you of the dangers that lurked just beyond the surface. You knew that this was only a temporary reprieve, a fleeting escape from the harsh realities of the night.

As you set the empty cup down on the counter, a sense of calm began to settle over you, the sharp edges of your anxiety blunted by the comforting embrace of the alcohol. But as you turned around, ready to rejoin the chaos of the party, you were taken by surprise to find the same tall, lanky boy from earlier standing before you.

His presence loomed large in the dimly lit kitchen, his azure eyes glittering with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Despite the chaos that raged around you, the room seemed to fall silent in his wake, as if time itself had come to a standstill.

For a moment, you found yourself unable to look away, captivated by the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. There was something magnetic about him, a sense of allure that drew you in despite your better judgment.

As he regarded you with a knowing smile, you felt a surge of unease ripple through you. It was as if he could see straight through the facade you had carefully constructed, peeling back the layers of pretense to reveal the raw vulnerability that lay beneath. His voice, smooth and rich like dark velvet, sliced through the heavy air of the kitchen, a gentle caress against your senses. Startled, you turned to find him standing there, his tall frame looming before you like a solitary sentinel in the dimly lit room.

"You alright? You left pretty abruptly back there," he inquired, his azure eyes capturing yours with a mesmerizing intensity. There was a warmth in his voice, a subtle undercurrent of concern that sent a flutter through your chest.

You felt a rush of blood to your cheeks as you struggled to gather your thoughts, his unexpected presence leaving you momentarily speechless. His concern was palpable, hanging between you like a delicate thread, drawing you closer in its embrace.

"I… uh…" Your words faltered, lost in the depths of his gaze. A faint blush tinted your cheeks as you searched for an explanation, a reason to justify your abrupt departure from the chaos of the living room.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around you fading into the background as you were enveloped by the magnetic pull of his presence. It was as if you were caught in a trance, unable to look away from the captivating allure of the stranger before you.

But as his gaze softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. There was understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the tumultuous emotions that had driven you to seek solace in the quiet sanctuary of the kitchen.

"I just needed some air," you finally managed to murmur, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the night. It was a simple explanation, but one that carried the weight of your inner turmoil.

His smile widened, a gesture of reassurance that filled you with a sense of warmth. "I understand," he replied, his words a gentle echo in the silence. "Parties can be overwhelming sometimes."

As you exchanged a brief smile, a sense of connection blossomed between you, bridging the divide that had separated you moments before. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps he wasn't just a stranger passing through the night.

"Yeah, this isn't really... my thing," you chuckled softly, your laughter a delicate melody that danced on the air. But beneath the lightness of your tone, there was a hint of vulnerability, a subtle admission of discomfort that lingered in the spaces between your words.

Your gaze remained fixed on your fingernails, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on their surface as you fidgeted with nervous energy. It was as if you were unable to meet the boy's gaze directly, the weight of his presence leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and unspoken truths. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, a silent observer to the turmoil that churned within you. In that moment, you wished for nothing more than to disappear into the shadows, to escape the intensity of his scrutiny and the weight of your own insecurities. But try as you might, you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in the spotlight, the focus of his attention burning like a spotlight against your skin.

"The parties or the coke?" he chuckled, his voice laced with sarcasm as he teased you. His words hung in the air between you, a playful challenge that danced on the edge of familiarity.

You couldn't help but smile at his teasing, a flicker of amusement lighting up your features despite the lingering tension that lingered between you. His playful banter offered a welcome distraction from the weight of the night's events, a momentary reprieve from the chaos that surrounded you.

With a playful glint in your eye, you met his gaze with a hint of defiance. "Both," you replied, your tone matching his sarcasm with ease. It was a simple retort, but one that carried a hint of truth beneath its surface.

He chuckled again, the sound reverberating through the air like a low rumble of thunder, sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his gaze linger on you, tracing an invisible path up and down your body as you stood there, pinned against the counter with nowhere to run or hide.

A sense of vulnerability washed over you as you met his gaze, the intensity of his scrutiny leaving you feeling exposed and defenseless. It was as if he could see straight through the facade you had carefully constructed, peeling back the layers of pretense to reveal the raw vulnerability that lay beneath.

As he inched closer, his presence loomed over you like a shadow, casting a veil of darkness over the already dimly lit kitchen. You felt as if you were shrinking in the wake of his towering stature, your own sense of presence diminishing in comparison.

With each step he took, you could feel your heart rate quicken, a flutter of panic rising in your chest. It was as if you were caught in a trap, ensnared by the magnetic pull of his gaze and the palpable tension that hung between you.

As he peered down at you, his features softened for a fleeting moment, a flicker of empathy shining in his eyes. It was a brief respite from the overwhelming intensity of his presence, a small glimmer of understanding in the midst of the chaos that surrounded you.

But as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed, and you were once again left to grapple with the unstuble fear that plastered your face. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps he wasn't just a stranger passing through the night, but rather a mirror reflecting the depths of your own vulnerabilities back at you.

"I never got your name," he spoke softly, his voice a gentle whisper that cut through the tension like a knife. There was a sincerity in his gaze, a genuine curiosity that sparked a flicker of warmth within you.

You shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you met his gaze. "Y/N," you responded sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curved into a small smile, a gesture of appreciation for your honesty. "Y/N," he repeated, testing the sound of your name on his lips as if savoring its taste.

"So, what brought you here if this isn't your thing?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet curious, as if he were genuinely interested in unraveling the mystery of your presence amidst the chaos of the party.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, grappling with the weight of his question. Uncertainty clouded your thoughts as you debated how to respond, unsure whether his inquiry stemmed from genuine curiosity or mere flirtation.

For a moment, you felt a flicker of vulnerability, a nagging doubt that whispered in the recesses of your mind. Was he truly interested in unraveling the complexities of your presence at the party, or was he merely toying with you for the night?

With a deep breath, you pushed aside your reservations, choosing to take a leap of faith in the midst of uncertainty. "My friends brought me here," you admitted, your voice soft yet resolute. "They thought it might help me get over a breakup."

As the words left your lips, you felt a surge of raw emotion wash over you, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air between you. It was a vulnerable admission, a glimpse into the depths of your heartache and longing.

You braced yourself for his response, uncertain of what to expect. Would he offer words of comfort and understanding, or would he dismiss your vulnerability with a casual wave of his hand?

His eyebrows raised, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as if he were stunned by your confession. "What dumbass would break up with you?" he exclaimed, his tone incredulous and tinged with disbelief.

For a moment, you were taken aback by his candid response, the raw honesty of his words catching you off guard. It was a stark contrast to the playful banter that had characterized your conversation thus far, a glimpse into the genuine concern that lurked beneath the surface.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you met his gaze. Despite the tumultuous emotions that churned within you, there was a sense of validation in his words, a reassurance that you were maybe worthy of devotion and respect.

You laughed drily, the sound echoing softly in the dimly lit kitchen as you offered your response. "He broke up with me because he's going off to college soon," you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

There was a bitter irony to the situation, a cruel twist of fate that left you grappling with the aftermath of a decision that had shattered your world. In that moment, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the memory of the relationship that had once held so much promise.

As you met his gaze, you saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of your situation. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps you weren't alone in your struggles, that others too bore the weight of their own burdens and regrets.

"Well, that seems like his loss. I don't think I could forgive myself if I lost a girl who looks like you," he remarked, his voice soft yet earnest.

His words caught you off guard, a surge of warmth spreading through you at the sincerity in his tone. Despite the lingering doubts and insecurities that plagued your mind, there was a glimmer of validation in his words, a reassurance that you were worthy of love and admiration. For a moment, you were rendered speechless, the weight of his compliment hanging heavy in the air between you. It was a simple gesture, but one that carried a profound impact.

You gave him a soft smile, a faint glimmer of gratitude dancing in your eyes, but you couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief at his words. "Yeah, sure," you muttered quietly, the words tinged with a hint of skepticism.

Despite the warmth of his compliment, there was a part of you that struggled to accept it, a nagging voice of doubt that whispered in the recesses of your mind. It was hard to reconcile his kind words with the insecurities that still lingered within you, a constant reminder of the wounds that had yet to heal.

His earnestness caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth spread through you at his sincerity. "No, I'm serious," he insisted, his voice gentle yet firm. "I mean, I've been to many of these parties in my life, and I can tell you honestly, I haven't seen a girl that comes close to the way you look."

His words hung in the air between you, carrying a weight of truth that resonated deep within you. Despite your initial skepticism, there was something genuine in his tone, a sincerity that stirred something within your heart.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you tilted your head in mock curiosity. "Sure didn't seem like it when you were flirting with my friend back there," you teased, the sarcasm heavy in your voice.

His chuckle echoed softly in the air, a musical counterpoint to the playful banter that danced between you. There was a lightness to the moment, a shared understanding that transcended the uncertainties that lingered in the air.

"Ah, that was just jokes," he shrugged, his tone casual as he took a swig of his beer nonchalantly.

His easy dismissal of the earlier flirtation with your friend brought a smirk to your lips, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. It was a reminder of the fleeting nature of the moment, a recognition that sometimes laughter and banter were simply part of the dance of life.

With a nod of understanding, you let out a soft chuckle, the tension of the moment dissipating like wisps of smoke in the night air. In that simple exchange, you found a sense of camaraderie, a shared acknowledgment of the lightheartedness that often accompanied the chaos of a party.

"Oh, I'm sure, and if she would've tried to sleep with you, that would've been a joke too, right?" you quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words as you raised an eyebrow at him.

The playful jab elicited a chuckle from him, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes as he met your gaze. It was a moment of shared understanding, a recognition of the absurdity of the situation and the power of laughter to bridge the gap between strangers. With a nod of agreement, he offered a sheepish grin, his expression softened by the warmth of your banter.

"You're a sarcastic one, aren't you?" he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes as he observed your witty banter.

You couldn't help but grin at his observation, a sense of pride swelling within you at the recognition of your sharp tongue. "Guilty as charged," you replied with a smirk, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice. The exchange brought a sense of levity to the moment, a shared understanding of the playful dynamics that had unfolded between you.

"I like it," he remarked with a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

The simple affirmation brought a smile to your lips, a warmth spreading through you at his acceptance of your sarcasm. It was a small but significant gesture, a tacit acknowledgment of the unique bond that had formed between you in the midst of chaos.

You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course you do," you teased, the sarcasm dripping from your words like honey.

His laughter filled the air, a melodic counterpoint to your playful banter. It was a moment of shared understanding, a recognition of the quirks and idiosyncrasies that made each of you unique.

"You're pretty funny, Y/N. How come I haven't seen you around before? You just move here?" he asked, genuine curiosity coloring his tone.

You chuckled at his question, a small smile playing on your lips. "Nah, I've been around," you replied casually, a hint of mystery in your voice. "Just haven't crossed paths, I guess."

There was a subtle shift in the air, a shared moment of intrigue as you exchanged glances. In that fleeting exchange, you felt a sense of anticipation, a silent acknowledgment of the possibilities that lay ahead.

With a nod of understanding, he flashed you a smile, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Well, I'm glad we finally met," he said with a grin, his words carrying a note of sincerity.

You gave him a soft, small smile and nodded in agreement with him. "By the way, whose house is this anyways? It's huge," you remarked, glancing around at the lavish surroundings.

Rafe chuckled softly, a hint of sheepishness coloring his expression as he admitted, "Actually, it's me and my family's home."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your gaze flicking around the opulent surroundings with newfound appreciation. "Wow, really?" you exclaimed, impressed by the revelation. "It's incredible."

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced around the expansive space. "Yeah, it's been in the family for generations," he explained, a note of pride in his voice. "I like to throw these parties every now and then."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the realization, the grandeur of the mansion suddenly taking on a new significance. "Well, you certainly know how to host a party," you remarked, offering him a warm smile.

Rafe grinned in response, a sense of camaraderie blossoming between you. "Thanks," he replied, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of warmth. "Glad you're enjoying yourself."

You hummed a soft, breathy laugh in response, a playful twinkle in your eyes. "Yeah, as much as I can," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Rafe chuckled warmly at your response, a gentle glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Well, if you need a getaway from all the madness, I can show you around upstairs," he offered, his voice tinged with sincerity.

You raised your eyebrow at him, your eyes widening a bit as you questioned his motives through your facial expression. Sensing your skepticism, Rafe held his hands up in defense, his expression earnest.

"I didn't mean it like that," he clarified quickly. "It's just a quieter place if you need to have a moment to yourself for a bit. I know these parties can be a lot to some people."

His words washed over you, a sense of understanding dawning in your eyes as you processed his genuine intentions. With a small nod of appreciation, you offered him a soft smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"Thanks, Rafe," you replied, sincerity coloring your voice. "I could definitely use a breather."

With a warm smile, Rafe gestured for you to follow him as he led the way towards the tranquility of the upper floors. As you ascended the stairs together, a sense of gratitude washed over you, thankful for the chance to escape the chaos of the party and find a moment of peace in the stranger's company.

As you walked up the stairs behind Rafe, your gaze wandered to the family portraits hanging on the walls. You observed them with curiosity, taking note of the familiar faces captured in time.

Your attention was drawn to the two girls in the portraits, and you couldn't help but squint at the image of the older one, a flicker of recognition crossing your features. "Is that your sister? I think I've seen her around before," you remarked, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Rafe turned around, his expression faltering slightly as he followed your gaze to the portrait you were pointing to. "Yeah, that's my younger sister, Sarah," he confirmed, a hint of trepidation in his voice. "She likes to hang around with the Pogues, so you've probably seen her running around somewhere with them."

You nodded in understanding, recalling the group of friends known as the Pogues and the reputation they had around town. "Ah, I see," you replied, a thoughtful expression crossing your features as you processed the information.

As you walked behind Rafe, you couldn't help but wonder why he seemed slightly annoyed when talking about his sister. However, you quickly brushed it off, chalking it up to the normal dynamic of older siblings feeling annoyed with their younger counterparts. After all, it was a common trope that transcended families and generations.

Despite your curiosity, you decided not to dwell on it too much, preferring to focus on the present moment and the journey through the upper floors of the mansion with Rafe. There were plenty of other things to occupy your thoughts, and you didn't want to read too much into a passing expression.

As you approached one of the doors in the hallway, Rafe swiftly opened it and guided you inside. "This is our library room," he explained, gesturing around the spacious chamber. "Bunch of old books and stuff in here that my dad collected over time."

You stepped into the room, feeling a sense of reverence wash over you at the sight of the rows of shelves lined with dusty tomes. The air was heavy with the scent of aged paper and leather bindings, lending the room a timeless quality that was both comforting and mysterious.

"Wow, this is incredible," you remarked, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the sight. "I love old books."

Rafe nodded in agreement, a hint of pride in his expression as he surveyed the room. "Yeah, it's pretty cool," he admitted, his tone tinged with nostalgia. "My dad used to spend hours in here, lost in his own little world."

You listened with interest as Rafe shared stories of his father and the memories they had shared in the library room. There was a warmth to his words, a sense of reverence for the past that resonated deeply with you.

You marveled at the library room, feeling a pang of envy as you took in its grandeur. "I've never seen anything like this. I wish my parents built some cool room in our house. The most we have is a spare bedroom that's collecting dust," you confessed, a hint of longing in your voice.

Rafe glanced at you sympathetically, understanding the sentiment behind your words. "Yeah, I guess we're lucky in that regard," he replied, his tone gentle. "But hey, you never know what the future holds. Maybe one day you'll have your own cool room to escape to."

You smiled at his optimism, grateful for his reassuring words. "I wish," you replied, a sense of hope blossoming within you.

As you observed the bookshelves closer, your eyes became fixated on one in particular, and they lit up with recognition when you saw it. "Oh my gosh, I love this book," you exclaimed, your voice filled with excitement, as you reached out to carefully remove it from the shelf. Turning to face Rafe, you eagerly opened up the first page.

"Little Women?" Rafe's eyes widened in surprise and amusement as he nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "That used to be one of my mom's favorites," he replied, a hint of fondness and nostalgia in his voice.

You looked up at Rafe for a brief moment, noticing the hint of sadness that flickered across his features. Your heart sank as you realized the reason behind his use of the past tense when referring to his mom. Before you could respond, he spoke up again, as if sensing your thoughts.

"My mom left us when I was in middle school," he explained, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and bitterness. "She just kind of packed up and ran off somewhere one day, who knows."

You felt a pang of sympathy for Rafe as you listened to his words. It must have been incredibly difficult for him and his family to cope with such a sudden and unexpected loss. "I'm so sorry," you murmured softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm.

Rafe offered you a small, sad smile, a silent acknowledgment of your empathy. "Thanks," he replied quietly, his gaze drifting back to the bookshelves.

Sensing Rafe's stoicism at the mention of his mother, you didn't want to push any boundaries or dwell on the topic further. Instead, you decided to revert back to the book itself, attempting to change the subject.

"I think I read this book twenty times in high school. I had a bit of a fixation on it for a while," you joked, a playful glint in your eyes as you chuckled softly, hoping to lighten the mood.

Rafe's expression softened slightly at your attempt to shift the conversation, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah? It's definitely a classic," he agreed, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Amy was my favorite. I think I loved it so much because I could relate to her," you confessed, a wistful smile tugging at your lips as you reflected on the character.

"What do you mean by that?" Rafe's question pulled you out of your reverie, and you looked up at him, meeting his gaze with surprise. His expression was one of genuine interest, as if he was trying to read your expression and understand the meaning behind your words.

"Well, I'm the youngest of my siblings, all sisters, just like her," you confessed, a wistful laugh escaping your lips. "But my one sister, Charlie, she's just... good at everything she does, and because of that, I've always come second to her."

There was a hint of melancholy in your tone, a vulnerability that you rarely allowed others to see. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you shared your innermost thoughts with Rafe, grateful for his understanding and support.

Rafe's eyes softened with understanding as he listened to your words. "I'm sorry to hear that," he replied gently, his voice filled with sympathy. "It can be tough when you feel like you're constantly living in someone else's shadow."

As you opened up about your experiences, you noticed a hint of understanding in Rafe's voice, as if he had lived through the very scenario you were talking about. It piqued your curiosity, sparking a desire to learn more about his own experiences and struggles.

"Have you ever felt like that too?" you asked tentatively, your voice filled with genuine curiosity as you looked up at Rafe, searching for clues in his expression.

Rafe hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with a mixture of emotions before he finally nodded, a quiet acknowledgment of your question. "Yeah, I have," he admitted softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

As you sighed, accepting Rafe's short answer and not wanting to pry any longer, you simply nodded in understanding. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry, I just..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Rafe cut in, his voice gentle yet sincere. "No, it's okay," he reassured you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Most people only talk to me about surface-level things. It's kind of nice to talk about deep stuff like this."

His admission caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his openness. "Yeah, I agree," you replied softly, a sense of warmth spreading through you. "I guess I'm kind of an open book about these things."

"That's not a bad thing," Rafe remarked, his tone gentle as he looked down at you with a small smile. "Just means you haven't let the world close you off."

You looked up at Rafe with a smile on your face, your eyes lighting up at his words as they touched you deeply. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and appreciation.

The room seemed to hold its breath as you and Rafe locked gazes, a tranquil pause settling between you like a soft, comforting blanket. In the gentle hush, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

As your eyes met, you found yourself drawn into the depths of Rafe's gaze, each flicker of emotion reflected in the pools of his eyes captivating you. His features, illuminated by the soft glow of the room, seemed to hold a timeless beauty that begged to be memorized, every curve and line etched into your mind's eye with tender care.

In that suspended moment, it felt as though the universe had conspired to bring you together, allowing you to bask in the quiet intimacy of shared understanding. There was a sense of serenity in the air, a silent exchange of unspoken truths that bound you together in an invisible thread of connection.

As you drank in the sight of each other, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer magnitude of the moment. It was as if the universe had granted you a fleeting glimpse into the depths of each other's souls, allowing you to see beyond the surface and into the heart of who you truly were.

With a shared smile, you and Rafe lingered in the silence, savoring the beauty of the moment as if trying to capture it in your hearts forever. In that sacred space between you, time seemed to stand still, allowing you to exist wholly in the presence of each other, lost in the mesmerizing dance of two souls.

The sudden interruption shattered the tranquility of the moment as your phone buzzed insistently in your pocket, demanding attention. With a reluctant sigh, you retrieved it, noting a message from one of your friends, signaling their readiness to leave.

"Be there in a sec," you quickly typed in response, fingers moving deftly over the screen before tucking the device back into the pocket of your skirt.

As you looked back up at Rafe, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the interruption. The spell of the moment had been broken, replaced by the looming reality of departure.

"Looks like I've got to head out," you explained apologetically, a hint of regret coloring your voice as you prepared to leave the warmth of the library room behind.

"It was nice meeting you, Y/N," Rafe said, his voice soft with genuine warmth. "I hope to see you around sometime again."

You smiled at his words, feeling a flutter of appreciation at the sincerity in his tone. "Likewise, Rafe," you replied, returning his sentiment with equal sincerity. "I'll definitely keep an eye out for you."

There was a shared understanding in that moment, a silent acknowledgment of the possibility of future encounters. As you bid each other farewell, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering what the future might hold and if fate would indeed bring you together once more. With a final nod, you turned to leave, the memory of your brief but meaningful encounter with Rafe leaving a lingering warmth in your heart.

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[evvlevie]

Are you desperate to manifest? Then read my advice.

Hello my sweet followers! It's your favorite shifting/manifestation Blogger Evie again, and today I am here to soothe your nerves.

See, if you are anything like me, I know you. I know the way you have been obsessing over this particular desire of yours, closely watching every single possible hint of this desire arriving in your 3D and continuously over-consuming content on social media regarding manifestation/shifting content.

And since I have been there, I know what kind of advice you are craving. What kind of "hack" you are desperately seeking to finally unlock you having everything you have ever wished for. Coming across thousands of methods, overthinking their legitimacy, doubting everything, feeling like you are pushing your desires away, and then panicking, genuinely panicking, over the fact that you are sabotaging your own self and your desires. All of this ending with asking yourself why you deny yourself heaven.

Let me guide you through this.

First of all:

forget everything you have over-consumed in the last days/weeks/months. All of this extracurricular type of knowledge that you acquired regarding manifestations and all of that. Allow the two of us to start with a clean canvas here.

... you done? Thank you, my darling ♥️

Now let me tell you something about manifestation ...

Key, and I mean 🔑 K E Y 🔑 to manifesting things, is trust and faith.

yes. It's that easy, but also that hard.

Due to the way our society is constructed, we life our lives with the expectation that everything good only comes after a lot of hard work, a lot of pressure and most importantly : control.

There you have reason number one why people get in their own way when manifesting things. They doubt their manifestations can arrive "just because" they wished on it or believed on it. They can not trust into the fact, that that is all it can take, they believe they need some sort of control over their blessings. They want to know how it arrives, when it arrives, maybe even why it arrives. They want to control something, because that would satisfy their belief, that nothing comes from nothing.

Y O U are a spiritual being. Y O U are consciousness. Y O U are also the physical environment that you are in. Your 3D is Y O U.

But your cute little desperate, over-consuming ass knows that already doesn't it? Of course you do. And I am here to reward you with your own little ✨A+✨ for effort, but you need to understand the essence of what it means that the 3D is Y O U.

Your 3D is a direct, and I mean direct, translation of your soul. You and your physical environment are tied together. You are conjoined twins. You might seem like two separate entities, but on every level that matters, you guys are one. Your moods get reflected into the 3D, just like the 3D can affect your mood by presenting you a certain situation. But it is important to note, that everything starts with your assumptions, and ends with your 3D producing the physical version of that. Let me say this again: the 3D is a P R O D U C T of YOUR ASSUMPTIONS. Anything that you see, feel, smell whatever, is old news. It is the physical shape of your PAST thoughts.

So now, when you are affirming that your neighbor is in love with you and is going to ask for your hand in marriage, and he doesn't do it the very next day, do you assume your manifestations have failed? Maybe. Are you panicking now, because you have thought a negative thought and the entire internet has taught you, that this negative thought has now prevented you from ever attaining your desire ever? And do you now affirm against your accidental self sabotage in the way that you are drowning your head in forced positive thoughts that you are not believing a single bit? And are you now back to panicking because you know that you don't believe your forced positive thoughts, and you are anxious that this has now pushed your manifestations further back away?

I have been there. In fact I can only type out this scenario because I HAVE FELT THAT WAY.

But rest assured, because here is where my 🔑 K E Y🔑 of trust and faith ties in.

When I tell you, that you are a spiritual energy capable of changing your physical reality as much as you like, as enormously as you want, I want you to think of yourself like a greek god, or a magician of some sort. As if you had a blank notebook in front of you and anything you write in it happens. 100% Guarantee. How powerful would you feel? That's your exact, and I mean exact, power. The 3D is not your commander. You are like a child with infinite fantasy and the 3D is just play-doh that you mold to your liking. Realize your power. And most importantly: ACCEPT it. Accept, that even the bad stuff that had happened to you, happens BECAUSE of you. Nothing ever starts from anything else other than you. Remember: the 3D is like your conjoined twin. It is not your enemy, because it's delayed production shows you things you dislike, it's simply just you.

✨Now imagine this:✨

Let's say you want to manifest, that you get a brand new car. A MINI. Let's say a red one (totally not suggesting this because I drive a red MINI). And let's say you want that car so bad, you look up at the sky and shout at it : "Please god! Let me have a red MINI! Preferably with a heated steering wheel!" AND TO YOUR SURPRISE a woman right next to you overheard your little prayer there and tells you this: "Lucky for you, I am a fortune teller! And I can see that you are driving a red MINI with a heated steering wheel AND it even has Apple Car-Play!" You jump up and down out of joy and nothing can stop you. Your mother just told you that you guys can't afford another car insurance but you don't care, because the fortune teller already told you about your crazy cool red MINI. Suddenly the every MINI-dealership on the planet is destroyed in a hurricane, but you don't care because you know from your fortune-teller that you will get a red MINI, so why would you bother? Two weeks since then have passed, and out of nowhere your father confesses to you, that he has partaken in a crazy poker-game where a random rich dude has gambled with his brand new, red MINI-Cooper and that your very own dad (who you didn't even know, knew how to play poker) has won this amazing car for you (and it even has heated seats!).

This scenario, is what manifestation is for you, every day. Persisting in a fact that you already have something, despite the 3D showing you different, is trust and faith in yourself as the one and only creator of your reality. YOU are your own fortune teller. YOU know, that your desire is on its way to you, because you decided that it is. Every single time, you manifest things and the opposite is showing up, you need to be your own best friend, your own hero, your own fortune teller and your own creator and remind yourself, that you have all of your desires on their way, because only you can make a decision in your realm. You look outside of the window and there is no MINI in the driveway? Well I guess the translation into the 3D is slow again, because I know I manifested one.

Things have always taken its longest way to me, when I desperately tried to control. Tried to monitor and tried to micro-manage the way stuff happens. And when it didn't come quick enough, I would blame myself and question my powers. But there is no reason to question your powers, when you as the creator are prefect in creating. Your production might be slow, It might be weird and it produces in unexpected ways, but it's for sure reliable. When you put oranges into a juicing machine, you get orange juice. You just have to trust into your own production company that its producing your products (and they are).

There is no reason, no room for anxiety, for overthinking or doubts. The process is simple. You order, you get. Every time. Nothing else. And sometimes you see your old orders before you see your recent ones, but that's okay your recent ones are still on their way. If you were to bawl your eyes out the moment your mother told you, she won't buy you a red MINI, that wouldn't have changed the fact that the fortune teller already predicted you that car. You would just be crying for no reason, but idk maybe you just need to? Who am I to judge the reason someone is crying, bestie?

Manifesting with this anxious overthinking scenario I showed you earlier can feel heavy, but I am here to remind you, that your anxious 3D-reactions are not postponing your manifestations, if you as a creator decide, that you are allowed to react without consequences, or at least without the consequences you would disapprove of. If you panic, and you feel like every single thought matters and manifests, then yeah obviously. The trick is to realize, that there is a cheat code to everything, and in this case, it's deciding that certain things just never happen because you don't want them to.

So finally I want you guys to remember:

be your own fortune teller, and trust into the fact that you always predict correctly.

yours in every reality,

Evie <3

[loveysloveclub]

evermore - jack hughes

in which, raven baltimore and jack hughes were meant to be high school sweethearts. but after jack was drafted, the two didn’t work out.

raven had finally did it. she had gotten the job she had wanted to get since she was thirteen. the only downside was that she had to move away from her family and all the memories she had created back home and move to the big city.

new york had always where she pictured herself living when she was older, and she had finally made it.

releasing a long sigh, raven dropped the final box she had to unpack onto the bed of the her new apartment. picking at the tape until she finally got it, she unwrapped the box. but, when she finally did, she wished she hadn’t.

sitting on top of a pile of old photographs was a photo of her and the only boy she had ever lived staring right back at her. the two were smiling into the camera, as they sat in the front seat of his car.

“jack, stop!” raven laughed as she pushed his head away from her neck. the two were sitting in an empty parking lot after their weekly ice cream date. she was trying to take a photo to remember the night, but jack had other plans.

the boy groaned before looking into the phone screen with a dead panned face. “smile, weirdo.” raven rolled her eyes.

“i saw that.” jack scolded, which brought a smile to his girlfriends face. “then smile.”

the boy sighed loudly before presenting a big smile. raven smiled in content before grabbing his face with her hand and bringing it closer with her face. after taking a few photos, jack grabbed the phone out of his girlfriends hand and threw it in the back seat.

“jack hughes.” she scolded, reaching over to the back seat to grab her phone again. raven released a squeal when jack grabbed her waist and threw her into the back seat, climbing in after her.

raven couldn’t help but smile sadly at the photo as she grabbed a small pile of photos and sat on the edge of her bed. going through them, the next one she stumbled upon was the day of his draft. she was sat next to him, in a long black dress that he said he lived in her. ellen had taken the photo, and quinn and luke had sat on either side of them making fun of how forced jacks smile looked.

he had always hated taking photos.

“jack, smile!” ellen scolded his middle child. raven nudged the boy in the stomach with her elbow, a smile still on her face. jack huffed before smoking forcefully.

quinn and luke snickered from either sides of the happy couple, poking fun at jack in the way that all brothers do.

”okay mom, that’s enough.” jack told his mum, grabbing his phone out of her hands and sliding it into his pocket. “no, no. quinn and luke, get in there.” ellen demanded the boys before taking out her own phone.

jack rolled his eyes as his two brothers squished into the photo. luke slyly wrapped his arm around his brothers girlfriend, producing a laugh from the girl. jack glared at his brother, hitting his arm away from raven.

a couple more photos were taken before ellen smiled in content and walked away whilst looking at the photographs. luke switched places with jack so neither of the boys were third wheeling on either side of the couple.

raven watched intently as jacks leg bounced up and down nervously. the girl reached over and grabbed his hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it before she held it in her own lap.

“are you okay?” she whispered to the boy, who squeezed her hand in affirmation. “you’re gonna do it jack, trust me on this one.”

jack smiled at raven as if she hung the moon and the stars before leaning across his seat and placing a kiss on her lips. raven smiled into the kiss and she placed her hand on the back of his neck.

gags erupted from beside her, causing the two to look over at the other hughes siblings. quinn gagged loudly whilst luke coughed.

jack rolled his eyes at his brothers bestie slumping in his seat.

raven had decided after two hours of reminiscing on her failed relationship that she had had enough, and opted to grabbing a cup of coffee.

what she hadn’t expected was both jack and luke hughes to be walking down the street, with cups of coffees of their own.

“shit.” raven cursed as she frantically looked around the almost empty street to find somewhere she could hide. inching backwards, she kept her eyes on the two boys to make sure they weren’t looking at her. that was, until, her foot gave out and she stumbled backwards into a bush.

“raven?” she could’ve died right then and there, causing when she looked up, she saw the two youngest hughes brothers looking down at her.

“heyyyy, guys. fancy seeing you here?” she squeaked out. luke laughed at the girl before jack bent down to pull her back up to her feet.

the three stood an awkward silence, before jack cleared his throat and glared at his brother. luke, getting the hint, rolled his eyes and gave raven a quick hug before walking back down the street.

raven watched the boy leave, a small smile on her face before redirecting her attention to her ex boyfriend, who was looking at her the way he always had. her heart flipped and her face heated.

“hi.” she spoke softly, smiling. “hey.”

her eyes fleeted down to her feet.

“did you wanna grab some coffee?” jack asked the girl. her eyebrows raised before scrunching in confusion. “what about the coffee you already have?”

jack looked down his coffee cup, scolding himself for getting one already. if he had known he would be running into the girl he hadn’t stopped thinking about since they called it off from long distance, he would have never gotten his daily latte form the coffee shop down the road.

looking around, he quickly threw the coffee cup in the closest bin before turning back to face raven. “what coffee?”

raven laughed loudly. “c’mon, you dork.”

[lotusmi]

THE MIRAGE 💫 VOID STATE

CAUTION ⚠️✋use it at your own risk 😱😱dmt frequency!!! (this is safe i am just clickbaiting here lol)

this is way too powerful, believe me.

New void sub! Use for entering ONLY⚠️

This contain DMT FREQUENCY!

What is DMT? ✩ Dimenthyltryptamine (DMT) is a hallucinogenic drug that can distort your view of reality.

A DMT Frequency can give you the benefits of DMT in a healthy and safe way. (It is not addictive)

I decided to use this since in DMT Frequency videos you can find lots of void success (they don't know it is the void)

DMT is also called "The God Molecule"

"I thought they called it “the God molecule” because you met your maker, but instead, you realize that you are God—all of us are, every living thing. Ego death doesn’t mean you disappear, it means you become more than you’ve ever been. Losing the separate self means merging with everything; you exist on all planes and perceive them simultaneously. (…) you realize the meaning of a phrase that once sounded so trite: You have everything you need, and it’s been with you the whole time. "

What are the DMT effects?

“The subjective experience is generally described as transcendent, often involving ego-dissolution, non-dual awareness"

“users of 5-MeO-DMT often describe content-free experiences, associate[d] with loss of sense of self and bodily awareness, and sensory deprivation (described as all-white light, or all-black), with common descriptors such as: ‘emptiness’, ‘nothingness’ or ‘VOID’.

What I am going to experience?

✩ The 3 effects I myself tested and proved is:

1. Time will pass fast. Really. 40 minutes will appear to be 5 minutes. 2. Your body will feel completely numb in less than 5 minutes. 3. Your mind will feel calm and blissful.

you can also see lights, it is okay. This is safe, I made it with love.

How should I listen to it?

Use for ENTERING ONLY, this is not a saturation sub, is for entering. Headphones are NEEDED, both ears! You can lay down or sit. Pick a comfortable position and relax. Affirm only if you want, just let it be, relax, take long breaths if you want.

✰ tip: just relax and let it go. You will enter in void naturally.

This sub contain morphic fields.

Energy charged with an Ametist! "some believe amethyst's calming presence produces soothing dreams by bringing the dreamer more in tune with the Divine", "carries a tremendous amount of spiritual and metaphysical power". The ametist power will make you be safe ♡

More than 14 million "I have mastered the void" affs and more, I lost the count lmao.

๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ -`✧ ⭑๋࣭ made with love. ♡