#so I dont know how to leave you accolades

[lemmetreatya]

photographer!jotaro whos used to taking photos of industry professionals, actors, singers, nepo babies — the lot! it’s almost second nature to him.

there’s never a doubt of how to do his work because the lens photographer!jotaro sees people through is contrary to how his eyes do. photographer!jotaro finds everyone fickle; it’s the camera he has to give credit due when given accolade.

but when you, his personal muse, tells him that maybe he should try being on the other end of the lens in order to broaden his view of photography, he gets defensive, almost grumpy about the suggestion.

“dont piss me off.” he mumbles at the computer screen, albeit with no bite to it.

you playfully huff because you know photographer!jotaro well enough by now to know he wasnt angry at you. with a hand that aimlessly plays with the hairs on his neck, you pout down at him as he does his work.

“but i’m being for reeeeal. you gotta try it so that you have something over other photographers. have the experience of being a subject.”

photographer!jotaro moves his chair back so that he can retrieve a file from underneath his desk. an implicit notion for you to unhand him and dead the topic.

“i already have something over them and that’s my skill. i dont need to be on the other end to get more of it.”

rolling your eyes, you move away from the man. if it was one thing that frizzled you about photographer!jotaro was his lack of inquisitive spirit.

“jotaro, why should i let myself be your muse if you cant even be one for yourself? honestly, if you dont wanna take pictures for you at least do it for me.”

there’s a whine in your voice but photographer!jotaro knows you’re being serious. hes had a taste of your wrath before and he wasn’t a fan of it. still, photographer!jotaro was a man of peace before he was a man of resilience. maybe if this was back when he was much younger, he would have shrugged you off and told you to get on with your day. but photographer!jotaro’s tasted a bit of life and you’re one of the only sweet things in it. he’d be an idiot to throw it away because of pride.

reluctantly, photographer!jotaro lets you pick a location for the shoot but he’s already regretting giving you the reigns on such a delicate art process. of course you’re picking your bedroom with low lighting and neon lights.

“jotaro, you’ve got to at least look relax! right now you just look constipated.”

photographer!jotaros struggling to relax because you’re pointing the lens right at him but he tries his best to adhere. however, no matter what way he turns, twists and folds, you’re seemingly unimpressed with his form. leaving the camera on its tripod, you crawl up your bed

“you’ve gotta…” you huff as you move his limbs around for him, quickly removing his signature hat from his head. “seem like you want to be here. act like you’re lazy or something i dunno…”

photographer!jotaro grunts as you alter his look but he doesn’t protest much. hes more enamoured by the sweet smell of your perfume that infiltrates his nose and the warm heat from your body that flushes onto his. automatically his hands have rested on your waist and suddenly photographer!jotaro is very aware hes got you ontop of him in your bed.

you dont even realise photographer!jotaro‘s advances until hes flipped you onto your back and begun leaving damp kisses up the side of your neck.

(un)surprisingly, you have no qualms about the situation yourself as you’re mewling for the man to do more, touch more

photographer!jotaro ends up slow fucking you into the plush of your bed, his strokes long and languid as he never fails to leave you full of him.

“j-jojo…” your arms encase around his large frame and so do your legs. everything about him is all just so big. “the…shoot…”

“dont care.” he grumbles into the blunt of your ear shell, his teeth biting at the soft bone.

your moans call upwards between the four walls of your bedroom, the sounds mesmerising to photographer!jotaro as he hilts his cock deep inside you. he wasnt much of a loud guy, bar for his soppy pants of your name, but his hand never failed to find your as he entwined them both.

photographer!jotaro pulls out with enough time to spare. hes a careful man nowadays — learnt from a lot of prior experiences — but he doesn’t fail to keep your lips connected as he fucks his cock in the fist of his hand and over your stomachs with a solid grunt.

although photographer!jotaro knows that you’re still yet to reach a high and so he brings his fingers down to pet and rub at your clit. he swallows your every mewl and worships you with “well dones” once he feels you clench and pulse over his pads.

no pictures of any kind were taken that day, but photographer!jotaro knows its a memory he’ll forever keep with him.

[a-for-alternative]

Really random popping in but i just wanted to say that your account brings so much nostalgic joy every time i see a notif that you posted something. We talked for a really short bit back in 2017 but god i do not have the thick skin i once possessed at 14 so i never returned to our DMs since LMAO but i just wanted to say that your writing slaps as always and honestly they inspired me to write more back then so thank you for that too ig HAHAHA (you dont have to reply to this on your blog if it breaks the aesthetic flow btw!! its just a little nugget for you to read i suppose)

[[ I know the feeling. Someone here sparked something in me that was burning to get out and I have never forgotten the essence of how that felt.

I think we too easily dismiss things that aren't done for the sake of profit or accolades, and we will stop sometime five years from that point and look back and think,

"Wow, that brushed something I didn't know was there

It made me feel so alive- How do I get that back?"

Then we might spend another 10 years trying to find ourselves somewhere under the slick veneer of the personas we have so painstakingly constructed just so we could move through the world with less friction; the ones with pressed dress pants, straight teeth, shake hands with the firmness that feels alienating and reframe from outwardly recoiling at being called the name that has never fit quite us but we don't know what to do with...

The world admonishes us for being too much of ourselves, the messy lost animals, looking for purpose, understanding, and knowing- of ourselves, how to find meaning in anything when it's all so temporary and brittle, and brutally unkind, and the current of propriety asks you to just,

be quiet,

within yourself with all of this,

for the sake of keeping everyone else comfortable.

Told to take it in good faith when being critiqued that I am too much, thinking too deeply, that I'm too intense, that I should be the sort that lets it all roll off me and aim to have this bloodless way of conducting myself and that being a particular flavor of blasé will make me most happy in the end, most -- palatable for everyone else ... reduce myself down until I cannot find myself beneath my own skin.

That somehow by cutting all those uneven edges that feel like truth, I can coast all the way to the grave and I will look back and say that it was really. worth. it.

I can't help but think what a shame it would be.

I have this one chance to inhabiting an animal that can experience with such vibrance and potency the misery and magic of being alive -- and I can share it with greater accuracy than so many could have dreamed to in centuries, create something that rings without a sound and may even strike something within someone else the way it did within me.

Maybe, like me it will ignite something in them and for a moment they will think, "Wow, I haven't felt this deeply since I was 14 and was still allowed to be figuring it all out, allowed to be impatient and misunderstood, to throw causation to the wind, run towards what made me passionate the way other animals do, bounding and bucking, unrestrained by social convention, unbridled by shame, when I could allow myself to believe in destiny and friendships that would last forever-"

... I still have my half of the Bestfriend's charm from when I was 13, though I don't remember her face.

I write about her too.

I gave A her birthday because I carried it with me all these years, and this is where I can place all those parts of myself that the world doesn't leave any room for.

I going to keep writing A. I hope you find something that makes you feel that spark of meaning that writing has given to me. I hope you find a place that gives room for the pieces of yourself that the world has said there isn't any room for, any time for, any purpose for.

For me, that is this place.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

8 and/or 9

thank you for the ask!

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like?

so like, im a notorious non-commenter. sorry about it. i usually read on an incognito browser, so even my kudos are left as GUEST. i can count on one hand the amount of times I've actually commented on a fic and yeah that probably makes me an asshole. but here we are! usually, if i have read your fic and I've enjoyed it, I'll just hop straight into your DM's and scream at you politely and then leave.

i am more likely to reblog or rec fics here on tumblr! and i just want to say-- i am particular, i am picky. i only reblog the things that i would rec with my whole chest. and that's not to say the other things I've read that i haven't reblogged aren't enjoyable or dont have merit, but sometimes things dont...come with a glowing rec and that's okay! for me and for anyone who is there like "Grey didn't reblog my fic :(" I suck! i don't matter!

i wish i could be one of those people who just commented and reblogged and was a grand old cheerleader but i am not.

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

lol, im not immersed enough into the fanfic world to know....who...is well-known and popular? and who isn't? and i know you're all like bullshit, but i really couldn't tell ya.

but i will say that @dykesiriusblack is probably one of my favorites ever and deserves all the awards and accolades imaginable.

send me an ask from this game!

[aimmyarrowshigh]

hi, just curious if you dont mind! how many fics do you manage to post in like a week? how many kudos and comments do those get? do you reply to every comment (if you do)? thank you!!! 🖤🖤🖤

I used to post between 50-70 fics a week, but now I'm more like 30-35 because I have some longer WIPs on the side that I'm working on but haven't posted yet (mostly for fic exchanges, auctions, and bangs).

I get about 25 comments a week, so fewer than one per fic, but they're just drabbles for the most part so that doesn't surprise me -- there's not always a ton someone can say about only 100 words. I do love getting comments, though, especially if the person who requested the drabble lets me know whether they liked it!

I get between 100-200 kudos a day, depending on the drabbles that I posted that day -- certain pairings naturally get more kudos than others. (Shout-out to Kate/Yelena for being the best fandom for kudos that I think I've ever written for!) A lot of the time, the high number comes from just one or two people reading through a whole drabble collection and leaving a kudo on each drabble, which I appreciate! But it's not like "omg 100-200 individual people each day are leaving kudos," if that makes sense -- it averages out to a much more realistic number.

BUT, I have so many fics posted that the average number of kudos I have per fic is not high (34 kudos/fic, which is MOSTLY because my top fic has 5000+ somehow??), and there are a good 100+ of my fics that have zero or one kudo each. (It would be way more but last year @dracosollicitus went through all of my zero-kudo fics up to that point and gave them each a kudo, LOL. Because she is crazy, but wonderful.)

I have an average of 1.7 comments per fic, as well, which I think is in part because I almost never post multi-chapter fics and those get more comments as people wait for the next chapter to come out. I would love to have more comments, but I understand that Fic Culture is just changed from back in the LJ days!

I do reply to all of my comments, but I wait until I have at least 50 comments in my Comment Hoard and then I reply in a big spurt. I'm kind of behind right now, so I have not answered anything yet from September or October of this year. (Whoops!)

NOTE: The number of kudos/comments you get is not any kind of indication of the writer you are! Posting a ton of fics definitely does help you get more comments and kudos, obviously, AND writing a lot helps you improve as a writer, BUT the kudos/comments you get don't necessarily reflect on your writing skill whatsoever. There are amazing gems in fandom that are woefully underrated in their numbers, and there are fics that I think are horrible that have a metric fuckton of accolades.

But yeah, posting a ton of short fics does make your daily kudos report nice and juicy, which is always a nice little confidence booster even when you know it doesn't necessarily mean anything concrete. :)

tl;dr, everyone should post lots of little fics if it would make them happy to do so!

[stardustpinkart]

Fred getting pardoned sucks, but Im not exactly suprised, this is how the real goverment even works. Huge monsters get away with there monsterous crimes. Or people make deals. Even if you KNOW someones guilty they sometimes let monsters out of prisons that deserve a live sentence(death is maybe too quick a way out, they deserve to get torn to bits in prison instead).  Its awful but its life.

HOWEVER

Is Fred really not going to get punished? Hes snitched on his buddies, he cant go back to Gilead surely? So he’ll have to stay in Canada... And many people know what he did. There are more people vying for the Waterfords to be punished than realeased.

Vigilante justice is liable to occur. If nothing else they’d be spitting on this asshole in the street. Maybe JUNE will be the one to shoot him dead, but I kind of hope not for her sake. Given how goverments are always warped, if she ended up imprisoned after everytjings shes gone through? That’d be so wrong.

Also I felt this ep showed all the more how men have the power in this world despite women being so “precious”, to have children. With the fucked up relationship they have I think either would leave them hung out to dry. Fred just happens to be the one having that option right now.

And that the wives are just as piosnious and two faced. I know Naomi doesnet seem to particularly want her OWN baby but I do wonder, they seem to get some priveldges one way or another....

Becka is permitted to the fancy school becuase her father is a good detnist but an everyday man. Mothers wed off there daughters to powerful commanders for position and prestige. Having a certain amount of things makes you more superior... Having another baby might be considered a accolade.

And these women are willing to steal even from each other, save Eleanor and Esther wives are toxic bitches, like rich ladies lording it over all and talking behind each others backs, all fake smiles to each other.

I doubt Serena will be allowed her child but IF her “friend” took him, you can bet she’d never see him again despite her fake reasurrances.

Its also perfect becuase Serena now INDEED is getting a taste of the pain all those mothers felt when Gilead stole there children.

Spiolers also make me worry Hannh will NEVER get out of Gilead, but, if they take material from “The Testaments” as they already have, she probably will eventually.

Actually it might be kinda cool if the protaganists of the next series were her and Holly/Nicole. Especially if they have Holly sneak into Gilead as a teenager to help bring it down. There as brave and strong as there mother. Its a possibiltiy, I cant wait for the next, and I hope the last season(DONT drag it out, DONT keep us hanging, please, we need a satisfying ending and its already been suggested it will be happyish, depending on your opion)

[ofbvtterflies]

⚡️𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲⚡️

( mason gooding, 25, he/him ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of santos hathaway. they’re the employee who’s known around the office as the enigma, if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they're dedicated but obsessive, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who makes people sign NDA’s before having relations with them. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

hi besties, yari backatitagaaaaain with the male muse– this is my baby santos who is broody and we luv it. again pls dont hesitate to message me on discord @ yari thee jawn#5331, for plotssss <3

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

name: santos beau hathaway

faceclaim: mason gooding

occupation: senior music editor @ masters international

sexuality: heterosexual

pronouns: he/him/his

age: twenty-five

date of birth: january 25th, 1996

big three: aquarius ☀, leo ☽, virgo ↑

+ traits: dedicated, talented, charismatic, passionate, imaginative, determined

- traits: obsessive, calculated, finicky, moody, arrogant, 

character inspo: zuko (tlab), dr. strange (mcu), berlin (la casa de papel), guzman osuna (elite),  flynn ryder (tangled)

aesthetics: lyrics scribbled on napkins, the clicking of a metronome, calloused fingertips, constant tapping of a fresh pair of jordan 1’s, the pinging of the FL studio start up

education: music production & engineering b.m. | music production m.m.   || berklee college of music

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐇𝐘

- santos and his twin sister were born to superstars camille whitney (charlize theron cc) and darrell hathaway (pharrell cc). immediately they were immersed into this world of fame and money due to their parents' accolades. the media truly had a field day with their mom because although mr. hathaway was wicked talented, he was also known for being a serial cheater, with that being said the twins have lots of half siblings. although mr. hathaway had his ways, him and the misses make 20 years of a somewhat happy marriage this year. (his dad is the main reason he may or may not ask people to sign ndas lmao)

- santos showed musical interests at an early age, picking up the trumpet, guitar, piano, and cello all before his 8th. tw: childhood illness everything took a turn when him and his sister both caught a serious case of bacterial meningitis. they were both hospitalized– but as his sister got better, santos’ condition began to deteriorate. he temporarily lost hearing in both of his ears during his month and a half stay. as the medicine took its course, santos regained full hearing in his right ear, but was only able to regain 20% in his left. they fit him for a hearing aid and gave his parents pamphlets how to ‘cope’ with a child that is ‘deaf’. end of tw! santos is fluent in ASL!! his parents were patient with him as he slowly got back to being a child, and they were even more patient when it came to reintroducing music to him– santos being santos was already itching to get back to play his music, it was hard but there was no doubt in his little 8 year old mind that he wouldn’t be successful!

- over the course of the next seventeen years of his life santos graduates from berklee college of music, is able to do some solo projects as well as collaborate with many artists, allowing him to be able to have a total of 8 grammys under his belt for his music production stylings. he can be very arrogant when it comes to his music because he knows that he’s good at what he does. overall he’s a pretty quiet person, only talking to you if he really needs to (small talk could probably kill him), but when he speaks he’s very well spoken and he leaves with just enough to want more?? he is a little oddball, but we luv him <3

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

- friends, (can be studio friends, people he collabs with, fellow musicians– he gets into a lot of things)

- someone who softens him up (big brother, little sister vibe)

- people who like or dislike his music!!!! or his dad LMAOOOO!!!

- ex hookups lmaosaodnaods yup they signed that NDA didn’t they

- for him i’m more so down to plot stuff out so pls pls pls lemme love u

[konmarkimageswords]

The Summer Day

 Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean—

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

 Last night the rain spoke to me

Last night

the rain

spoke to me

slowly, saying,

what joy

to come falling

out of the brisk cloud,

to be happy again

in a new way

on the earth!

That’s what it said

as it dropped,

smelling of iron,

and vanished

like a dream of the ocean

into the branches

and the grass below.

Then it was over.

The sky cleared.

I was standing

under a tree.

The tree was a tree

with happy leaves,

and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky

that were also themselves

at the moment

at which moment

my right hand

was holding my left hand

which was holding the tree

which was filled with stars

and the soft rain –

imagine! imagine!

the long and wondrous journeys

still to be ours.

  Mindful

Every day I see or hear something that more or less

kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle

in the haystack of light. It was what I was born for - to look, to listen,

to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over

in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant - but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help

but grow wise with such teachings as these - the untrimmable light

of the world, the ocean's shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?

  The Old Poets of China

 Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.

  When Death Comes

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox

when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

 Praying

It doesn’t have to be

the blue iris, it could be

weeds in a vacant lot, or a few

small stones; just

pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try

to make them elaborate, this isn’t

a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which

another voice may speak.

  Mysteries, Yes

 Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous  to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. How people come, from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

  Wild Geese

 You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Mary Oliver (1935-2019) has become a favorite of poetry readers of all ages for her lyrical, intimate, and sensitive poems, many of which use nature as a lens for exploring the spectrum of human emotions, from love and joy to sorrow and despair. The best Mary Oliver poems remind us to pause and take a breath, revel in our surroundings, and encourage us not to take anything for granted.

Mary received many accolades during her long and fruitful career, including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, the National Book Award for Poetry, and a Lannan Literary Award for lifetime achievement. 

 https://maryoliver.com/

https://maryoliver.beacon.org/

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/mary-oliver

https://www.best-poems.net/mary_oliver/index.html

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/mary_oliver/poems

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/11/27/what-mary-olivers-critics-dont-understand

[thedistantstorm]

Phoenix Protocol 02

A Zavala x Female Guardian work.

Summary: When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.

[Previously]

Ikora always wants more.

By research, Ikora actually means to discuss Miyu stopping hers. Focusing on more important matters. The Reef. Uldren. Miyu wants nothing to do with any of it, and that is why she had willingly offered her services detaining escapees from the Prison of Elders despite not actually wanting to do that at all.

It gives Miyu time to actually complete some more secretive research on the side: why her Light is messed up. Why it feels like when she received hers back, after the war, it felt like it belonged to someone else, the person she used to be but wasn’t any more, coiling uneasily beneath her skin. She’s gone to Io. The Shard. Both under the guise of hunting escapees, but also to seek answers.

Neither place does and very day, the solar sword is more difficult to grasp, wings of flame beyond her reach. Telling her Vanguard that didn’t work. Ikora didn’t understand. The Void has always been at her fingertips, for as long as she’s been connected to the Traveler. With that in mind, Miyu attempts to adapt her argument, listens to Ikora insisting that she push herself and hopes that eventually either her own efforts or Ikora’s reasoning pays off.

Ikora still demands an answer, though. Wants Miyu to give her something. So, Miyu presents her personal thoughts. Based on her research, she finds that her connection to the Light is strongest while meditating or calling upon her abilities in the midst of a healing rift. Ikora is not impressed. Miyu isn’t expecting her to be. She tells Ikora the truth - that she does not believe offensive maneuvers are her true calling, not anymore. It’s something she’s believed for a while now. She can hear Ghost cheering her on in her mind for being honest - for expressing her opinion. That was rare. Miyu hated doing so, especially when she knew it was going to be an unpopular one.

Ikora, in response, cites battles, strikes, accolades. Ikora always measures a Warlock’s worth in accolades.

Miyu measures a person - Guardian, Human, Exo, Awoken, whatever - in terms of character. Heart. Sometimes she thinks that’s why she just doesn’t fit in with her more intellectual colleagues, aside from not being sneaky and clever like the Hidden or having half the honors or titles that Ikora’s top-tier Warlocks have. Put a sword in her hands and Miyu can cut down almost anyone or anything. But have her infiltrate a group and act a certain way, play a role of some sort? She’ll fail right away.

She is not an actress. She’s a Guardian. And to her knowledge, the definition of a Guardian is someone who protects. There has to be some merit in that, she’s told Ghost, and he - her best friend and most honest critic - agrees.

Ikora - Miyu thinks - must not think much of her. Still, the Void user pulls her back from her thoughts with praise. “Grey,” She says, “You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You need to push yourself harder. Do not give up. I know you are better than this.”

It’s times like this that she wonders. Does Ikora know what her name is, really? Does Ikora even care? Miyu is beginning to think she’s just a faceless person, a puzzle that is challenging and therefore worth the more esteemed woman’s time. Ikora gave her hardly any face-time before the war, before she had these issues.

Regardless, the younger Warlock attempts to retain her composure. “Thank you. However, I would like to pursue my research on a more defensive Solar ability,” Miyu says, barely a whisper of defiance. “I believe it is possible.”

Ikora shakes her head. “Leave shielding for the Titans. A Warlock’s rift is not meant to protect. It is meant to heal or empower, and only briefly. Attempting to augment it is a waste of Light better spent on dispatching our enemies.”

Miyu sighs, but nods. “What would you have me do, then?”

The Warlock Vanguard crosses her arms, turns her back to Miyu and looks out at the City. “Take the most difficult Strikes and Patrols I can give you. Challenge yourself and you will find yourself calling upon your abilities more. If that does not help you to realign yourself with your Light,” She trails off, eyes narrowing on a fixed point beyond the horizon, “I will explore other paths. Your research is unnecessary at this time. If you require a project, I will send you to collect information from the Reef.”

The younger Warlock bows. “I understand,” Miyu says, schooling her features into something blank, and trying to sound collected and grateful, not detached and indifferent. “Thank you.”  This won’t help. She’s already tried this, Miyu thinks, but tries not to let it bleed into her demeanor.

“You’re welcome, Grey. You may go.”

Miyu turns her back to Ikora Rey, but waits until she is nearly to Banshee’s stall in the main portion of the Tower to let the frustration show on her face, a very quiet growl escaping her. Ghost appears at her side immediately. “I can’t believe she wouldn’t listen to you,” He says, sounding even more irritated than Miyu is. “I’m sorry,” He apologizes to her. “But I think you should keep working on it.”

“So do I.”

Ghost bobs, spinning around her in a wide circle of disbelief. “You do?”

“Yes.” Silver eyes cant over toward her Ghost’s single teal one. “I’ll do what she asks, and continue my research on my own. What else can I do?”

He sighs. “I know. I just wish it had gone differently.” He taps her cheek. “If you could have convinced her to watch you summon your-”

“We asked that the last two times and she refused. It’s okay, Ghost. I’m used to it being just you and me.” She reaches up to cup his small being with her hands, and holds him close. “Sometimes, I think it’s better that way.”

Ghost nuzzles against her abdomen in a return of their improvised hug, and wonders not for the first time if she considers leaving. He knows she doesn’t feel like she belongs here, that she’s trying so hard to fit into the roles dictated by social norms. Most of her fellow Guardians hurt her with their lack of understanding, their taunts. Most of them do not know how it feels to have their Light feel foreign to them. Still, she remains as gentle as she can, does her best to be kind to everyone she meets. It’s no wonder they don’t live within the confines of the Tower. The City folk are far kinder to his wayward Guardian than her own brothers and sisters. It’s a shame.

-/

Three days later, news hits the Tower. Cayde-6's killer has been eliminated. Almost everyone is celebrating. Miyu uses the general population's distraction to her advantage, slipping out to the training grounds recently restored near the base of the wall. There should be free space for her to experiment unseen, a rarity in the middle of the day.

She discards her gauntlets and lets the heavy, flame-retardant sleeves of her robes hang down over her palms. Pulls her sword from its sheath at her side. Ghost flutters around her, cones spinning silently in anticipation a safe distance away. She drops to her starting position, kicks off.

What she does not have in stealth or strength, she makes up with in skill. Some of it, Ghost believes, may have been written upon her from her first life, muscle memory and reflexes allowing her to pick up swordplay far more easily than ever anticipated. But not all of it. She worked hard to hone her skills, consulted archives and videos, took every ounce of criticism to heart.

He enjoys watching her dance throughout the training arena with her blade slashing out, parrying imaginary blows, each move fluid yet moving with unbelievable discipline and precision. However, he knows it will come soon. Can feel the tingle of Light, the increasing heat. She’s going to try without the rift. She always does, first. When her mind is clear, when she’s reached that place of blank-white concentration.

The Warlock sheaths her physical blade in a motion like lightning, before reaching out for the heat in the air, calling upon the Light in her soul to manifest the sword that answers the call of her heart. It always looks so effortless from afar.

It isn’t, though. He watches her throw the first one, scorching the dirt. Watches her call upon the second. Watches the flames spiral up her arm, paying no heed to her robes. Watches her grit her teeth and give form to the energy in her hand. This one doesn’t go as far, doesn’t track like the first.

The third fizzles into ash, blackens her fingertips. She screams, drops to her knees, slams her fists into the dirt. He doesn’t approach. He knows she wants to feel this, to commit it to memory - as if she hasn’t already, he thinks, but allows it to continue - and use it to fuel her. It’s how Ikora believes she will improve. Miyu doesn’t believe in it, but she tries anyway. He knows she’d try anything, to feel like herself again.

This is torture, but it’s therapeutic. She needs to let it out, to blaze, like the fiery powers locked inside her, refusing to come out the way they’re supposed to. The way they always had, before the Cabal had ripped them away by force.

Any changes in her personality, since the war, have been subtle. He notices the way her swordhand twitches after she lets the blades burn through her nerves. Can tell that where she might say ten words once, she now says six or five. Notices that where she’d try to be social once in a while, it takes a great deal of encouragement to convince her to approach a friendly face.

Ghost’s cones push out and then back in, spiraling around him in surprise as someone appears on his radar. Someone approaching, quickly. At a run. Miyu is pushing herself up, the rush of a healing rift spiraling out from beneath her. She doesn’t notice.

Another attempt is made to call upon the sword. She growls and braces her sword hand - gripping her left wrist with her right hand. Flames spit and spiral up both arms this time, fighting for purchase against the healing properties of the rift.

“Mi- Miyu?”

The small AI turns at the sound of the familiar voice. Oh, no.

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[diarrheaworldstarhiphop]

what can a heteronormie shitlib such as myself do to support trans people?

uh

whoa, this is a question im stumped over and kinda dont wanna answer lmao

i dont fucking know

be chill? Think critically?

i cant say cus its different shit with different people lol. either you are uncomfortably “supportive” or abruptly blunt me with in lil MiCrOaGgReSsIvE ways that i cant even articulate aside from it ranging from goofy to hurtful, betraying your possible true feelings around me inspite of your filter.

my issue with normies isn’t that you don’t say the right pronouns or whatever popularized web and college shit, i personally dont give a shit really, it’s that you internalize it as a rare encounter social decency thing and don’t think too critically about it or your place besides it - causing you to simply not mind it until you say something goofy. But then again, that is a general shitlib issue of not thinking too critically about anything, including the party platform you uncritically adopt and perform support for.

I almost respect far right people and they hatred for me more because they are concise and unapologetic about their hatred. They have thought considerably about it or even debate it often. I can anticipate it and it doesn’t bother me. Those shitlibs in the middle have just accepted it as part of the Liberal ethos and are either so indifferent, so intimidated around me or do these embarrassing (for you) things like ENCOUNTER A GROUP OF WILD TRANSES and ONE BY ONE compliment them rather verbosely like it’s a heroic theatrical obligation once you catch yourself saying “sorry sir” in passing lmao. Like you think by doing so, it will make their WEEK and leave them feeling ENORMOUSLY VALID!!!…and actually, im depersonalizing this… very personal story.. lol, i was subject to this. I was flush in the face and buried my face in my phone and shuffled away snickering as my friends had to deal with the almost masturbatory YOU, AND YOUA RE SO BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE THIS AND THAT ABOUT YOUR LOOK thing. A “sorry!” is about as much as necessary and recommended. We get it. You need to do a READ [Y], SAY [X] filter when you encounter one in the wild.

Oh man, or this time at a festival when i was wearing a gas mask (because rave culture, it was part of my cyber swamp witch aesthetic) and this girl with her bf were beside me and she realized that i was trans at some point and tapped my shoulder like “WHY ARE YOU WEARING A MASK? DONT HIDE YOUR SMILE. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!” and i nodded, said thanks and went back to my head space, dancing by myself, until she started literally tugging, then clawing at my mask, yelling through a big smile “SHOW YOUR FACE, SHOW THAT BEAUTIFUL SMILE!” which I guess was this fantasy of hers to make me feel wonderful or something……that i was covering my face out of embarrassment or some shit… it was fucking annoying and amounted to assault, really lmao. Which is like, she literally took it upon herself to be a saviour to me in that moment. I never asked. I was rendered a spectacle for her oh, so progressive gratification. I bet she was looking at me for a while like “IM GONNA SAY YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND >SHE IS GONNA PULL THAT MASK OFF AND TEARFULLY THANK ME FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE AND MAKING >HER FEEL SAFE”

I feel alot of you conceptualize transes or even lgbt as some fragile protected class that is your responsibility to protect and patronize. You lose touch with or forget the humanity or agency in trans people. They often exist as a phenomenal Other informed by SO AND SO CAME OUT THE CLOSET AND EVERYONE CLAPPED fiction and political drama. If you want to support trans people, forget the trans part and engage with the people part. Otherwise, i dunno. I kinda brace for stupidity most of the time.

Tho i will say, banter aside, I am grateful for your support lmao

Ur herd really deserves accolades for allowing me to self-actualize safely.

Don’t think my expressed annoyances makes me lose sight of that support. It’s also like, in bein so candid, ive considered that you may go “wow, fuck you, you ungrateful asshole, ill take away my support then” but then, that fairweatherness is partially why im suspect. It plays into that complex where im this Other you feel is your responsibility to protect, that inherently owes you gratitude for being part of the big tent sports team.

Here’s the reality: there are fantastic and shitty transes, as in, as many SHITTY PEOPLE with shitty personalities as there are nice tranners and, while im playing up the sass here, im trying to illustrate that point.

I think its an exposure thing and i would like to prescribe that you expose yourself to transgender people if you want to get to know how to support them, because the best support is the support you can give individually as a friend. It’s enormously more beneficial than being the patronized Other. Go get drunk with a tranner and have a good time. Shoot the shit or whatever.

[wocjiho]

i dont know if youve answered something like this before but what zikyung fics would you recommend? block b dont get many fics ;;

 okay here’s a list of my favorite zikyung fics in no particular order:

Wrong answers and best guesses: ‘thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind,’ Jiho hears recited into his ears in his father’s voice, his mother’s voice, his pastor’s voice over and over until Jiho’s mumbling it to himself. ‘It is abomination.’

The landscape of a starry night (sequel to ‘wrong answers and best guesses’): Jiho turns around too fast at the sound of a voice and his head spins slightly. There you are, he thinks, smiling to himself but it’s followed by, why are you looking at me like that, like I’m a madman. But Jiho sees that twinkle in Kyung’s eye, one he’s seen since he was 8 and Jiho thought for the first time that he never wanted Kyung to leave his side.

I’m drunk with ecstasy: zikyung blowjob. not much more to say here really

Feeling old: “You’re not here, and how the fuck am I supposed to stay here without you?” Park Kyung and Jiho change, but are still looking for each other’s selves from the past. Their relationship changes - drastically. (this is my favorite zikyung fanfic)

Belongings: Love lines as leashes.

Physical map (sequel to ‘belongings’): A story about boundaries.

We rolled up the carpet so we could dance: Kyung brings his love to Zico who’s working hard in the studio. It is received well.

Blood: Because if they hadn’t met that day in the laundromat—hadn’t sparked like flint and set a fire raging—then Jiho wouldn’t be in this mess either, wouldn’t have the weight of both their transgressions on his shoulders.(this is the longest fic in this list and if u wanna suffer u gotta read it, usually i don’t like aus but it’s so well written it’s worth your time)

You fit me better: He’s wearing Jiho’s grey sweater. (this is so soft and sweet and usually i’m all for angst but it’s just perfect)

It’s only then that you see me: Kyung’s had to claw his way up through the underground scene, paying for it with blood, sweat and tears. He despises idol rappers – people like Zico, who have swanned through the rap scene, getting all the accolades without working for any of it. When Kyung and Zico come head to head on Show Me The Money 4, it will tip both of their worlds upside down. (this isn’t finished and i doubt the author will write more but it’s really good)

ok so that’s it for ao3 fics i think i liked a couple in asianfanfics but it was like,, 2 fics and i’m too lazy to look them up now hdsgajfsgdf i hope you enjoy these!

[gokul2181]

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Shahid Kapoor and Kareena Kapoor Khan starrer ‘Jab We Met’ has completed 13 years today. It is still considered as one of the most loved and entertaining films in Bollywood. Filmmaker Imtiaz Ali’s cast a spell over the audience by introducing them to the world of ‘Geet’ and ‘Aditya’. Even today, people relate to the film and talk about it with the same enthusiasm. Right from the performances, chemistry, direction to songs and dialogues, the film struck the right chord with the audience. Today on its 13th anniversary, ETimes got in touch with Imtiaz, who spilled the beans on the glorious journey, plans on making a sequel, how he wanted to abandon the film back then and much more! Excerpts:

It’s 14 years of ‘Jab We Met’. The film, its characters, storyline are quite relevant even today. People still talk about Aditya and Geet and they even call it your best film. How does it make you feel? Did you think that while shooting the film it would get such a fabulous response from the audience and critics alike? During the shooting of this film, I definitely didn’t know that we will be talking about it 13 years later. I used to personally like this story and things in this film a lot but also I was a bit embarrassed because I thought it was very insubstantial. I feel great that people remember Geet and Aditya so much. I feel that there must be something in it that without my knowledge or interference has just transpired on-screen to receive the kind of love and accolade that it has. I feel that Geet is her own person and Aditya is his own person. Although, I love them… they are as much their own people as I am my own person I feel. Somehow I feel they exist somewhere and just are not the characters of a film. But yes, we didn’t know that…I think Shahid had a view that the film might do well but the rest of us were just consumed in working. We had no judgment about the fact that the film might be appreciated later.

How was it with Shahid Kapoor and Kareena Kapoor? How would you define them as actors? While shooting for the last schedule, they broke up. Did it affect the shoot in any way? Shahid and Kareena, at that time, were very different actors from each other. It was a lot of fun actually for me as a director because Shahid was very cerebral and we used to discuss and talk a lot, he was all there and very committed. Kareena was equally committed but she was more coming from a place of heart and she used to take a lot of pain and effort in doing dialogues. I remember that she used to call me to the side and used to do dialogues a lot. She used to feel that she needs to get that right. But otherwise, the time spent was much less with Kareena than with Shahid in terms of like understanding the process etc. So, Kareena was more instinctive and I think both of them had their hearts in this film. I had a splendid time working with both of them. As far as their relationship is concerned, that’s personal and those things never affected the making of this film. As true professionals, they never let it.

As you did with ‘Love Aaj Kal’, has there been thought of creating a spin-off or a proper sequel with ‘Jab We Met’ too? Everyone wants to know what happens with Geet and Aditya after ‘Mauja Hi Mauja’. I feel that a sequel of ‘Jab We Met’ should not be made because really I have nothing to say in that story anymore. Maybe in some other way or other characters can feature in something that has to do with ‘Jab We Met’. But I feel Geet and Aditya, I would hate to create more conflict in their lives (smiles). I would just want to leave them in a space in our imaginations which is an interesting space where they are together and yet they are exactly who they personally and individually are and yes, with their twin daughters as we see in the last frame of ‘Jab We Met’.

There are so many anecdotes that we have read about the film. How Bobby Deol was supposed to be in the film, how you decided to not make this film and go for ‘Rockstar’ and ‘Highway’. Any other exciting tidbits you would like to share?

Yes, there was a time when Bobby Deol was supposed to do this film but he was busy doing other films, so this didn’t get made with him. I had abandoned it and I was trying to make ‘Highway’ which I had also written by then and ‘Rockstar’. But that didn’t happen, so I came back to ‘Jab We Met’. Then I was trying to make ‘Cocktail’ at that point in time, I was going to direct it as well. But that didn’t happen too. So I came back to ‘Jab We Met’. It was always around and I would have made it. Two years passed like this and at the end of it, I met Shahid and Kareena. When I was sitting on the floor at Shahid’s house as I was narrating this film to both of them, I realized that this is how I used to make these small theatre plays while I was in school and there was no way that I was going to miss this for any other film.

If ‘Jab We Met’ gets remade today, who do you think can do justice with Aditya and Geet’s roles from the younger lot of actors? If ‘Jab We Met’ was being made right now, I don’t know who I could have cast as Geet and Aditya because now Kareena and Shahid are so set in my mind that I wouldn’t want to change that. There are very talented actors who could have played Geet and Aditya in the present time. I can’t really venture to guess because I don’t want anyone but Kareena to be Geet and anyone but Shahid to be Aditya (laughs).

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[hyun-seong]

HOW ARE YOU LATELY? I want to check on you haha

IM SURVIving thank you for checkin in on me ;A; THATS SO NICE OF U...

IM JUST Like sad constantly because my mom is having major surgery at the end of the month because of her aggresive cancer came out so they gotta take like...EVERything out and the heal time and repercussions for that are just awful and my mom is like my bestfriend so its like seeing my mom and bestfriend in pain at the same time, she really is the strongest person i know

AND THEn i dont get to be around the person i love so its a hard feeling knowing theyre out there and ur not around them so its like smfh....kick me while im down huh life

ANDA Few months ago my grandma moved in with us and...i love her because shes my grandma but shes not really a good woman and shes super annoying and she brought her dog and i am not a dog person and her dog is just...i  dont want to disparage the dog too bad because i know people like dogs but okay her dog is just so mopey and miserable and it barks but it just isnt a dog it like just...sits and looks....it like doesnt feel joy, and whenever i eat it whines at me and i literallyhave to go the garage to eat or wait until like 10pm until everyone is asleep because i hate the noise of dogs sooo much also its just got these constant red eyes and can barely walk and its got warts all over its body and just lookin at it reminds me of disease and death and i.....dont know why she couldnt have left it with her husband because LOOK...we’re only allowed 2 pets where we live and we already had 3 cats and shes blowing our cover

SO I JSUT CRY...ALL THE TIME...and i barely taste what i eat anymore im just so emotionally devoid of any good emotions LOLLL NOT SAYing that to be like pity me or anything i just figured HEY IF U ASK ...I WILL DANG OL TELL YOU 

im working really hard to make sure things get better but its hard when so many things are just not ...in your favor, sometimes it gets hard because in my life i have done everything right, i have never done anything wrong, and it feels like im being punished even still , i get punished because i cant drive because i have a fine motor disability and I GET OVERWHELMED TOO EASY....so its always like learn to drive so you can help ur mom AND I WANT TO IVE TRIED AND TRIED but its SOOO hard and then i just feel so bad that i want to take a toaster bath so they dont have to bother me about it because its like they cant ask me to drive if im not alive right (DONT WORRY im not going to do it, dont send me any messages, i know im more useful alive) and its like my sister literally packed up and moved across the country and im such a bad kid because i cant drive?? at least i stayed and then it feels like im being punished because of the person i love, like i didnt tell my brain to do what it did it just Did That™ and its like more insanely hard than i really ever could have imagined that theres people that truly hate your union THAT much and if its random people IDC they can be bitter but its like....theres no accolades?? theres no happy announcements, theres no....support? theres just worrying if someone finds out about you then he gets disowned, or if he leaves to be with me im the white homewrecker and i am so terrible even though i take care of him better than his whole family combined, its hiding, and its telling my grandmother no you cant make small eyes jokes and no you cant say oriental but it doesnt matter because i wont let him near her if i can help it because thats not fair for him, its looking up how to say white slurs in cantonese so you know when theyre talking about you you fuckin gwailou (if you speak cantonese please tell me all the white slurs lol) its just...hard and theres never been a moment i wanted to take it back, or thought I didnt want to do it anymore, but they really really never tell you how hard it can get so let that be a warning to any amwf couples out there lol and i just feel like why am i being punished over a woman who barely took care of her kids, who barely was good to her own mother when she was old, why do i have to live with a dog and why do i have to eat on the ground of a cold garage for a person like that? why do i have to hear here complain about me to my parents because i stay in my room or i dont talk enough, why is she so afraid of me she passes notes to my mother in front of me so she can tell me things, in my own HOUSE where I should be able to be autistic in PEACE. why am i being punished i just dont understand how you can do everything right and it doesnt even matter in the end ??? why did i bother never being wrong???

OK ..TALKED THATS HOW IM DOING...but im gonna keep giving it all i got.mp3

[ubereyezconfessions-blog]

2/8/19-2/9/19 Riders

#ThemToo

I dont want to assume it, But I seriously think I over heard my passengers speak on being raped. Its not a far trip at all, but i assume they were talking about it prior to getting in the car. But they get in, the first of the two ladies that are in the trip, finishes a story. But its a story of having nights were shes went out, and got blacked out drunk. Im already thrown off because Im more sober than I aint. But she continues. A story of being drunk, having to be carried on a mans shoulders cause she wanted to get into another club. Saying she woke up with bruises and her friends said she was “fighting a curb”. Even at one point of being black out, she was told that a cop approached her friend and asked if she was alright and couldnt get into clubs being that intoxicated and not being able to walk. And having to be took home and tucked in.

Now heres where things gets bizarre. The next girl begins her story. Begins with telling that shes had her experience with blacking out. But slips that she thinks she was drugged and the other girl thinks the same for herself. She runs on with a story that her friends did it to her. That they got her “fucked up”, blacked out to the point where she wasnt coherent of what was going on. To where her “friends” used her credit card and ran up a $500 dollar bill on a credit card of hers. Took her car and left her stranded, even as far as throwing her luggage out with her. Woke up with bruises and the thought that she was drugged cause couldnt remember any of it. At this point she says she at a airport and calling her parents that she had a crappy relationship with to save her. Back and fourths and being stranded without a clue of how to get out the situation. And at no expense her parents did get her out of it. Said that her “friend” was there the whole time and she knew the people they were with were sketchy but she was around them. According to her, she was drugged, beat, and I can only hope that the worst thing in mind didnt happen. But at many points on her trying to get through the airport and home, many people told her to get to hospital which she never did.

In my head, as fucked up as it is, I knew what kinda happened just with my upbringing. Basically her friend got to know her and behind her back probably hated that she probably never had a want that wasnt met. Of course sucks to assume, but these were white women that probably didnt come from homes where money was an issue. But the characters she was around more than likely did. So they probably used her for her money and the sketchy characters were probably in the other womans ear having her play the role til they could make that night happen, or even being the mastermind to it all. You dont get drugged in a house of friends without some inside job happening.. Of course thankfully shes alive and all good today. But what a story to overhear. These women were speaking on potentially being assaulted like it was a run of the mill thing.

Perhaps Im not aware of just how dark the human can be, or I just have such a respect and awareness for another human that I cant fathom hurting another or taking advantage when things can just happen if you let them fall in your lap.

Succubus

Which brings me to my next story which is a polar opposite. And that is 4 lustful women that couldnt just admit what they wanted. Which i find these cases very funny and this was actually a first that was an ego boost. So this trip takes place in Long Beach-Huntington Beach borderlines. Its some 80′s rock night so you can guess the crowd attending. All american lol. But anyways, I pull up and a group of women approach the car. This Blonde that ordered the ride and led the pack, She approached the car with this look in her eye that was filled with lust. I can only assume they dont see many young black males around those parts. (Im learning America isnt as intergrated as it preaches). So they all get in, greetings follow. And they start getting ditzy. But its a smooth ride, were Its ever so obvious the blonde is diggin me. Yet, As im learning, younger women dont express their wants or attraction while. As in my story with “The Cougar”, Im very aware that if a woman wants you, she will let you know. Lifes too short for all this thats happening in this ride. But anyways, so in the backseat are her friends, which Im assuming are the cockblocks and overseers of if their friends go home with anyone when they go out. But she kinda narrates the trip. And with this running need for a toothbrush to spend the night at her friends. Which brings up this conversation where the blonde states she has a toothbrush for her. To which we all have a laugh because it sounds rather bizarre that she just has toothbrushes to give out to guest. And then she ask me would I find it creepy if a woman had a toothbrush for me if I stayed over. Which kinda felt like a indirect way of asking me to stay over. But not being bluntly stated, no bite on my end. I tell her that yeah it could be weird but its all on context. To then this point her friend begins talking about she needs vitamin D and a facial mask of some sort. If you ask me, she meant some very sexual things. But once again, not bluntly stated - no bite. Even with the toothbrush conversation that same girl told that blonde, “dont sound like such a hoe”. Which reviewing the trip, its obvious that this is something that isnt out the normal of these chicks. Which among being a good ego boost. Kinda glad I didnt pursue anything thrown out there with any of them. Even more a nod of the right choice, the chicks went from plans on going home to another bar, which it was a little after 12am-ish then. So about a hour and change to drink before last call, or rather find someone with vitamin D and a face mask lol.

All-Americans

This is a very quick trip but a conversation on hindsight that makes me go “hmmm”. Anyways this is directly after the prior trip with the Succubus. And I pick up 3 white guys in Long Beach, like 2nd street where its nothing but bars and nightlife. Im aware of the area being at the beach with an ex near there. Which riding through, it kinda hit me that she probably spent times there for her experience of the nightlife which give her awareness of the beach there. But anyways im going to the pick up with “This Is America” playing. Obvious what that is, if youve ever watched the video or heard it. But I pick them up and its the greets. The guy that sits passenger is the only one talking. The other two or weirdly quiet or maybe offended because with the rate the first guy got in, I only got a introduction to him before they jumped in the back and it was probably a quick “whats up” or something. But anyways we hit the light to turn thats maybe 2 blocks away. So they notice a bar across the street and speak on how packed it is. Which i myself was wondering why this bar had a line to get in it when its many bars in the whole street that didnt. Part of me recognized it was a urban crowd, but it slipped out my mouth that I didnt understand why people wait that long to get in a bar. Which its approaching 12:30am and some of them wouldnt get in til 1am and then it leaves 30 minutes for that. Which the passengers say, “not worth it, right?”. To which I agree. Hindsight i feel he meant its dumb of urban folks to go to bars and wait around for that we just saw. So then he starts asking me am I from the area and i tell him Im from LA. Then he ask where in LA do i visit, bar wise. To which i tell him I just spend my time at home and working that job. To which he calls me a Iron Introvert and then he ask me this really urking question when I look back. “Do you read?”. I chuckled but in my mind im thinking, who the hell doesnt read. Or perhaps he wasnt used to people like me reading. To which he goes in on if ive ever heard of David Goggins. to which he calls a introvert that does crazy shit. amongst the accolades he preaches he tells me about his book. and I ask him whats it about. So he tells me about his growing up and he started with “he grew up in indiana and he was the only...”. Didnt finish the sentence, which i knew exactly what he was gonna say but I was gonna let him say it. So he explains first that his dad had a roller rink and was the first black man to start a business there or thriving business i suppose. Which he abused his son with a lot of beatings. But he becomes who he is and is the only black in the vicinity or that he spoke on. The guy was fascinated by him but kinda was a obvious observations that they dont run into many black folk in that side of the city. And dont truly understand the us, but what they read and see.

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whitethornhap youre at the beginning level of the great process to make wind which MBA programs youll apply to. Maybe, with multiple acceptances in hand, you switch the exciting and life-altering line of work of deciding where you ultimately indispens commensu pass judgmentness to enroll. In either case, Ann Richards, retardation director of admissions at Cornell Universitys Samuel Curtis Johnson grad civilise of Management, has valuable acuteness to help you make the or so informed decision possible.\n on that point be a handful of key elements that are inwrought when trying to choose the secure MBA program for you, Richards says. Research, visit and care a self-assessment to understand whats serious to you, she advises.\nJust as essential isavoiding emotional influencers that lav cut from your expertness to make a healthy-informed decision. Just because family members go to a sectionalizationicular indoctrinate for generations does not make it the properly indoctrinate for you, for instance. You rightfully desire to know yourself and not be influenced by emotional pulls, says Richards.\n set ab step to the fore Advice from Recent MBA tweaks\nBusiness domesticaterankings crumb help you pick out(a) a feel for whats out there, besides talking to colleagues who turn in MBAs give the gate be even more valuable, Richards advises. Ask precisely some their fuck off and what they would do differently if they were choosing an MBA today.\n demeanor for more recent alums if possible, she recommends. nearly MBA programs realize castrated drastically over the last 10 immense time theyve overhauled their curriculums, constructed new buildings and the nature of the vocation search has also changed dramatically. Therefore, psyche who graduated a long time ago chamfer offer the most accredited insights.\nYour birth earnings will provide possibilities as tumefy. gauge or so citizenry you swear outed college with who ha ve gone on to get an MBA and reach out to them, or tint deep down your company or lord ne bothrks, Richards suggests.\nIdentify three to quadruple alumni and require for five or 10 minutes of their time, says Richards. Go to each one with a list of five to 6 questions that are weighty to you. Were you challenged at your MBA program? Were your classmates intellectually shady? Was it an active learning milieu? What was the culture at the school? Was it super competitive, team focused, collaborative?\nOf course, you big businessman also trust to ask about extra-curricular activities, parliamentary law activities, trips or treks, leaders opportunities, and admission to capability. Different characteristics may have different meaning for candidates, she points out. future appli sanctimoniousnesss who are sentiment about pursuing an MBA as grammatical constituent of a travel change may unavoidableness to ask about specific resources getable to help with that process, wh ereas that wont be as important to soul who plans to return to their employer or pioneer their own business.\nDont forget to need about a schools fraternity. The ability to dissolveicipate or immerse and have an impact or leave a bequest is important, Richards says.\nVisit Schools If Possible\n\n afterward talking with alumni, you should be able to narrow the list of schools that involution you. Richards encourages future applicators to visit schools whenever possible, ideally when classes are in session and you can sit in on one. See what the naming between energy and students is uniform, Richard recommends. How convoluted are the students? Are they move and engaged? What are the facilities like? What resources are available to students? How prosperous do the students imagem?\nIf you cant visit, correspond with the school. See what perishs do you get a receipt from the school, from the students? Candidates can get a sense of how important they are to a school es tablish on how responsive the members of its confederacy are.\nIts not terribly important whether you visit in the first place or after you apply, scarcely unquestionably visit if you can before you make an enrollment decision, she stresses. I often hear flock say, Cornell wasnt on my radar until I visited, or I was indisputable I wanted to serve X school, until I visited.\nIn terms of getting a feel for the culture of the school, your best bet is to meet with menses students and ask about their activities and extramarital interests. If you can, attend a heathen event, listen to a leaf node speaker or, even better, attend a class or drop by a school happy hour. Johnson of late hosted Super Saturday, when dozens of likely students visited campus to interview. We happened that night to have our Diwali festivity going on, which gave routineicipating prospectives a great opportunity to get for themselves the kind of events our students take part in, Richards recalls. Alt hough Diwali is an Indian celebration, it certainly wasnt conscionable Indian students participating. It really gives candidates a sense of what it is like to be a student here.\nIt ordinarily doesnt take long to take to out if you click with a school or not, Richards notes. I dont think a school should have to grow on you. You should know when you visit that its a place you can protrude yourself being happy, she says.\nSize and jam Matter\nWhen it comes to MBA programs, size does military issue since it can impact the network you develop. When you are considering schools, think about whether or not a class is segmented into cohorts, she advises. If you get to know 30 people really, really well exclusively dont know anyone else that might be a disadvantage to you. It might not, save its something worth thinking about.\nDo you want a city school or a school that is part of a teeny-weenyer biotic community? Richards links Johnsons close-knit community to the fact that it is not in a large urban center. Everyone is close to campus a five-minute whirl instead of a tubing ride followed by two buses, she notes. Thats true not just for students but also faculty and staff, she continues. Its not uncommon for faculty to say, Im going home to have dinner with my kids but hardship come back and see you in the library at 8:30. That does not happen at all schools.\nAssessing a Schools Career Services\nRecognizing that the advantage of a career work office can be influenced greatly by the economy, you can still get a feel for what kind of assume youll receive in a given program, as well as how aligned their career services are with your own goals. A school may have tremendous winner in placing students who want to go into consulting or finance but really struggle with candidates who want to pursue marketing, for example.\nAs prospective applicants estimate at a schools career services, they should look not only at the oecumenical placement rate but also at specifics in regard to their individual interests, Richards says. If a school has a write down overall placement rate than other schools, but 25 percent of students are arouse in entrepreneurial studies and spirit to start their own businesses upon graduation, short that placement rate doesnt look so bad. It is important that students look at the placement statistics done the lens of what they want to do.\nWhat utilization Do Students Play on Campus?\nI think as a prospective applicant you want to look for leaders opportunities, potential to have an impact, orchestrating or facilitating change, spearheading an organization or a unify, and how willing the school is to funding that, Richards continues.\nIf having an impact and getting touch on as an MBA student is important to you, ask current students how hands-down it is to start a club or organize a conference and what kind of pay the school provides if you do. Those kinds of questions will be very valuable to student s, peculiarly those that like to get regard and orchestrate change. They would be really frustrated if they landed in an environment where their voice wasnt comprehend or valued.\nKnow Thyself\n\nAs an MBA student you will have the best experience and get the most bene check out of the program that is the best fit for you. That makes knowing yourself and what you want a vital part of the decision-making process. think about whether you want a big or small program, whether assuming a leadership role is one of your priorities, and what birth you will need in your career search.\nTry not to fixate on soil names, Richards offers. You need to look not only at the tell on but at what the schools avail is how it will help you carry out your goals, grow, and develop your leadership skills, she says.\nSo, there you have it. With targeted research, campus visits and a exhaustive self-assessment, you can be well on your way to selecting the perfective MBA program for you.\nRelated articles\nCornell Universitys Johnson School of Management Wins Top Accolades for transformation (clearadmit.com)\nTrivia Tuesday: International field of operation at Johnson (clearadmit.com)\nCornells Johnson School Unveils political platform for New One-Year MBA syllabus on NYC Tech Campus (clearadmit.com)\nCornells Johnson Graduate School of Business is an advertizer on the Clear receipt site. This piece appears as part of the schools sponsorship package. For more information about sponsorship opportunities with Clear Admit, contact us here.If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Custom essay writing service. Free essay/order revisions. Essays of any complexity! Courseworks, term papers, research papers. 100% confidential!Homework live help. Custom Essay Order is available 24/7!