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dxntloseurhead · 1 year

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some excerpts from yaz’s article in british vogue

[ID: Multiple screenshots from an article about actress Yasmin Finney. The screenshots read, “A dream for any young actor, not least one with a single screen credit, the role will turn the teen into a household name - and is set to reshape the TV landscape in the process. I mean, how many young trans actors can you name in long-running prime-time BBC dramas, not to mention a series as quintessentially middle England as Doctor Who? "It will change the world," she says knowingly, eyes sparkling over high cheekbones. As Finney sips from a technicolour slushie in Inflata Nation's café, candy-cane halterneck and bubblegum trackies matching the pink-and-purple seats, it's unclear if she knows how much her life will change too.

Finney has always felt a call to represent. It was on TikTok - where she currentlv has 1.8 million followers and counting - that she found her first audience creating videos about the trans experience, the most viral on a crush's reaction on learning. ("It's so sad dating as a trans person, because you've gotta explain yourself to people, like, 'Oh, hey, look, I hope you don't mind. and then prepare for answers that shouldn't be the case.")

Those calls got louder. A lip-sync to a quote from the show Pose - in which house mother Elektra snaps back at a transphobe without taking a breath - caught the eye of actor Billy Porter's team, who asked her to send a self-tape for the lead role in his directorial debut. Around the same time, she auditioned for Heartstopper. News that she got both roles arrived a day apart (although, the pandemic would prevent the Porter project from happening). "I went from nothing to having a feature film and a Netflix series" she says, still in disbelief.

Finney auditioned for Doctor Who before Heartstopper came out. Director Euros Lyn alerted Davies to the talent coming his way. "When you get into the casting room," Davies writes over email, "there's only one question: can you act? And that's where she stole the show. She was immediately right. My greatest worry was whether 57 other shows would snap her up instead." Watching Finney since has been "an education", he adds, "to see someone commanding such attention - and let's face it, such enmity - with grace and wit and a wonderful smile".

Raised Catholic alongside her half-sister by a Jamaican mother (she's never met her Irish Italian father), her earlv life was coloured by poverty and bullies - at 11, she was living from hotel to hotel while facing tormentors at school. "Being a Black trans woman, I've been forced to grow up early," she says, softly.

As we speed through the city now in a taxi, though, she excitedly points out her primary school, her nana's home, the council house she shared with her mum... until today. After our meal, she will be moving into her first apartment on Canal Street, Manchester's "gay village", where she'll throw her first-ever birthday celebrations with the chosen family she created there. "Now I get to give myself the childhood fantasy, and raise myself up the way that I should have been raised."

At first, Finney wasn't aware of any labels categorising gender or sexuality. She just knew she wanted to wear the Topshop coat all the cool girls had. As an eight-year-old, she ran around the house in a pink tutu her nana gave her. "She saw me from a young age," she says, smiling. "I would search up 'femininity' and Why do I feel like a girl?" she recollects, pausing to pick at peri-peri chips on a restaurant terrace. "I remember searching, 'Why do I have a penis?'" At a recent picture of Finney in the ocean, her mother almost cried, remembering how she hated to swim as a child. "You just never wanted to get changed with the boys," she repeats. "Now it all makes sense."

At school, she'd change alone in disabled toilets (towel-whipped the times she braved the boys) until one day, the girls snuck Finney into the changing room for PE. "They loved it. For them, I was their gay accessory," she recalls. "They loved me because I was overcompensating. I was overly feminine. I was making them laugh." But, when word got to the headteacher, "It all went tits up." On the brink of expulsion, her family asked, where could she get changed? Eventually, unisex toilets were installed. Yaz happily used what unofficially became "the girl's side".

Experimenting with make-up by year 11, her GCSEs marked a turning point. Late to arrive, she walked in wearing a skirt. Steps echoed through the silent room as all eyes followed her to her seat. The football players who would trip her up and shove her in hallways, call her names and do limp-wristed impressions were "gooped, gagged and everything in-between" she recounts. "From that moment, I felt so empowered. I never looked back."

Finney is bouncy and dramatic, comfortable taking the lead and prone to slip into the accented dialect of queer Americana. She's perhaps most visibly alive recalling praise. Rather than pure ego (although, justifiably, there is a little gloating) there's a sense it provides an amour she had to go without as a vulnerable child. "All the people that doubted me, they've got nothing on me anymore, you know? Not that I did it for them," she says of stepping into the spotlight. "But it's like the cherry on top," she smiles. "| just like to know that people are realising that everything I did from a young age, I wasn't in the wrong. Everything I did was perfectly fine." /end ID]

#long post #yasmin finney #vogue #british vogue #lgbtq+#lgbt #transgender #trans #heartstopper #heartstopper netflix #doctor who

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offtorivendell · 2 years

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Could there be a Rift, or the remnants of one, in the Haldren Sea?

Is it permanently closed, or only dormant? Where could it possibly lead?

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Disclaimer: this is just a parallel I noticed, which could obviously be very wrong. Thanks as always to @wingedblooms for listening when I send her random quotes and name definitions, I appreciate you so much. 💜

Spoilers: ACOTAR and CC series to date.

A while ago I was talking with @wingedblooms and @silverlinedeyes about the possibility that the gates or rifts between SJM's worlds could be closed - or "off the hook," to use an outdated term - due to a depleted power source, possibly because the three death god siblings were placed in strategic locations around Prythian in order to drain the land of the power required to activate them. I keep going back to Stargate, I know - not sorry - but it really does remind me of the ZPM crystals that were required to establish the long-distance wormholes between different galaxies (ie. in Stargate Atlantis). If they were drained, then the gates - or whatever else they were powering, like wards - couldn't function.

He was accustomed to cold, had explored as deep as his mer’s gifts would allow without his skull cracking like an egg, but this northern stretch of the Haldren Sea was different. It sucked the life from one’s bones, its grayness creeping into the soul. Though swimming would be a Hel of a lot less nauseating. - HOSAB, chapter 5

Light and dark and gray and light and dark and gray— - ACOMAF, chapter 57

I messaged @wingedblooms about this a little while back, but I've been wondering if the Haldren Sea, which was referred to as grey and leeching/sucking life from Tharion's bones etc, was where a Rift could have been; though whether that Rift, if it does exist, would have connected to Prythian or Erilea, or even somewhere else, is the question.

Interestingly - or maybe only coincidentally, it could be either - the name "Halden," which sounds very similar to "Haldren" (as in the sea of which Tharion spoke), means half Danish. Could this be a hint that the sea, or some part of it, is half in Midgard, and half elsewhere? Or is it reflected in the grey colour - grey being halfway between light and dark?

Regardless of where the Rift travels, the language reminds me of what happened to Elain when she visited the Court of Nightmares, during ACOSF.

Elain in black was ridiculous. Yes, she was beautiful, but the color of her long-sleeved, modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her, rather than the other way around. And he knew the cruelty of the Hewn City troubled her. But she hadn’t hesitated to come. When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court—and would do whatever was needed. So Elain had let her golden-brown hair down tonight, and pinned it back with twin combs of pearl. He’d never once in the two years he’d known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court … It sucked the life from her. - ACOSF, chapter 57

If the Court of Nightmares/Hewn City is an offshoot of the Dusk Court, as I've theorised before, could there be a gate or rift there that was trying to leech Elain's magic to establish itself, and that was why Cassian noted her appearance? Or was it the Court trying to revive itself with hypothetically compatible magic?

The similar language shared between the Book of Breathings' talk of "light and dark and gray" in ACOMAF, and Feyre's description of Elriel's Truth-Teller scene in ACOWAR, "light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection… that knife," which many consider to indicate some sort of Carranam bond - ie. a transfer of power, perhaps the grey? - between Elain and Azriel could possibly be significant here.

What, or whom, could end up acting as the bridge of connection between realms?

Will anyone other than Bryce traverse the space between? Is it relevant that Papa Archeron named his seafaring ships after his daughters?

When do we finally see Hel?

It sounds like it's all coming together, no?

#hosab spoilers #acosf spoilers #elain archeron #tharion ketos #acotar cc tog crossover theory #cc acotar crossover theories #elain's powers #light and dark and gray #haldren sea #northern rift #court of nightmares #hewn city #light and dark #the space between their bodies a blend of the two

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mi6021-mez-dissertation · 4 months

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Cal Arts Staff

Robert Domingo - Character Animation

specialises in 2D and CG, has worked at Walt Disney Worked on The Lion King, Pocahontas, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hercules, Mulan, Fantasia 2000, The Emperor's New Groove, Treasure Planet, and Home on the Range Worked as a CG character animator on Shrek 2, Shrek the Halls, Over the Hedge, Madagascar, Kung Fu Panda, How to Train Your Dragon and The Croods

Steve Brown - Character Animation

worked in the Theme Entertainment industry as an environmental concept artist, such as las Vegas casinos and theme parks also working on freelance storyboard work on a number of independent animation productions, including My Friend Shadow, Witch Mask, Tian Keng, and Iron Skies.

Maija Burnett - Director of the Character Animation Program Her screen credits include Curious George (Warner Brothers/Universal), 9 (Focus Features), Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties (20th Century Fox), Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy (Cartoon Network) Her work has been featured in festivals and museums eg. Comic Con

Linda Dorn - Character Animation has taught both Advanced Animation and Life Drawing at CalArts with industry experience includes Animator, Visual Development, and Sequence Design at Futurama, Disney Feature, Hyperion, and July Films

Mindy Johnson - Character Animation

regarded as an Award-winning author, historian, filmmaker, educator, musician and more

produced record-breaking global campaigns, creative content, exhibitions and events for a growing list of clients including: The Disney Company, AMPAS/Oscars.org, WNET/American Masters, The Walt Disney Family Museum, SiriusXM Radio and Horipro Entertainment.

Nicole Panter Dailey - Film and Video & Character Animation

script editor and fiction writer, co-creator and writer on Pee Wee's Playhouse and London Channel 4's Dream Date. She is the author of Mr. Right On & Other Stories and editor of Unnatural Disasters; Recent Writings from the Golden State.

Suanne Spoke - Film and Video & Character Animation

she teaches acting in the Film Directing Program and in Character Animation

has made over 150 appearances on stage/film/television, most recently on “Station 19” and starring in “Second chances with Jason Nash” for YouTubeTV. She can be seen in “Whiplash”, “Wild Prairie Rose”, “Gastropod”

Nathan Strum - Associate Technical Director

Nathan has designed, built, re-built, and updated the program's three Mac Labs

Nathan collaborates with hobbyist programmers creating new videogames for the venerable Atari 2600, designing in-game graphics and packaging materials. And yes - you can actually buy them on real cartridges and play them on 40-year-old hardware. He also semi-occasionally creates new episodes for his videogame-themed webcomic: Artie the Atari.

Out of the 57 listed staff under the Character Animation filter, 8 Had public descriptions available, all of which showcased their work in the industry of animation or similar areas

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urbtnews · 6 months

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Actress Suzanne Somers dead at 76

Actress Suzanne Somers dead at 76. Suzanne Somers is dead at 76, according to her longtime publicist, R. Couri Hay. Somers, best known for her roles on Three’s Company and Step by Step, died early Sunday, the eve of her 77th birthday, after battling an aggressive form of breast cancer for over 23 years. DOWNLOAD THE URBT NEWS APP PICTURE: Suzanne Somers. PHOTO: COURTESY OF: Suzanne Somers' Instagram page, along with a statement reading, "Thanks for all the birthday love on my 75th! Turning three quarters of a century with love in my life feels great!" (Dated October 20, 2021) Somers' longtime publicist, R. Couri Hay, shared a statement on behalf of the actress' family with the news Sunday. “Her family was gathered to celebrate her 77th birthday on October 16th. Instead, they will celebrate her extraordinary life, and want to thank her millions of fans and followers who loved her dearly,” Hay said. “Suzanne was surrounded by her loving husband Alan, her son Bruce, and her immediate family,” the statement continued. “Her family was gathered to celebrate her 77th birthday on October 16th. Instead, they will celebrate her extraordinary life, and want to thank her millions of fans and followers who loved her dearly.” Somers is survived by her "blended family" of Hamel, her son Bruce, 57, stepchildren Stephen and Leslie, and six grandchildren. Hay says a private family burial will occur this week, followed by a memorial in November. Suzanne Somers: The Actress Suzanne Somers was an American actress, author, singer, businesswoman, and health spokesperson who was born Suzanne Marie Mahoney in 1946 in San Bruno, California, to a gardener father and a medical secretary mother. Her childhood, she'd later say, had been turbulent. Her father was a person with alcohol use disorder who was abusive to her. After becoming pregnant with her son Bruce, she married Bruce Somers at 19. Three years later, the couple divorced, and she began modeling for The Anniversary Game to support herself. During this period, she met Alan Hamel, whom she married in 1977. Somers began landing minor acting roles in the late 1960s and early 1970s, earning her first credit in the Steve McQueen film Bullitt. She played the "Blonde in the White Thunderbird" in George Lucas' 1973 coming-of-age drama film American Graffiti, as well as brief appearances in the first episode of The Love Boat and a 1976 episode of One Day at a Time. While she appeared in several television shows in the 1970s, including The Rockford Files, Magnum Force, and The Six Million Dollar Man, her most well-known role was as "Chrissy Snow," the bubbly blonde roommate to Jack Tripper (John Ritter) and Janet Wood (Joyce DeWitt) on the ABC sitcom Three's Company. Somers also played Sheriff Hildy Granger in She's the Sheriff (1987-1989), in addition to her iconic roles as Chrissy Snow on Three's Company (1977-1981) and Carol Foster Lambert on Step by Step (1991-1998). Suzanne Somers: The Entrepreneur https://www.tiktok.com/@otpulse/video/7236787595500440874 video: Thighmaster commercial with Suzanne Somers. video: courtesy of: otpulse via tiktok. She became a breakout star and landed the role of ThighMaster's spokesperson before co-owning the company with Hamel. Somers is said to have made $300 million from the at-home exercise device designed to tone legs since its inception. She stopped keeping track of how many ThighMasters she sold "after 10 million." She became one of the top-selling brands on the Home Shopping Network in 1992. Somers has also written 27 books, 14 of which have been New York Times bestsellers. Her name appears on everything from jewelry to protein powder. Cancer Returns Somers revealed in July that her breast cancer had returned. "I have been living with cancer since my 20s. And every time (it) pops up, I continue to bat it back," Somers told Entertainment Tonight. "I do my best not to let this insidious disease control me. In an interview published Sunday, Hamel told People magazine that he was inspired by Somers' strength following her second bout of breast cancer. "Suzanne and I just returned home from the Midwest where Suzanne had six weeks of intensive physical therapy," said Hamel, 87. "Even after our five decades together, I still marvel at Suzanne's amazing determination and commitment." DOWNLOAD THE URBT NEWS APP Actress Suzanne Somers dead at 76. Read the full article

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sleeepypoppy · 1 year

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Unit 12 Day 1

Today I learned about Personality on the Internet through the Big Five Personality traits.

Both Cherry's and Koerth-Baker's articles discuss the Big Five Personality Dimensions, which are widely recognized as core traits that define human personalities. These dimensions, also known as factors or traits, are:

Extraversion: This trait involves characteristics such as sociability, assertiveness, and emotional expressiveness.

Agreeableness: This dimension includes attributes like trust, kindness, affection, and other prosocial behaviors.

Conscientiousness: Traits such as thoughtfulness, impulse control, and goal-directed behaviors define this dimension.

Neuroticism (or Emotional Stability): This dimension represents emotional instability, with traits like anxiety, moodiness, and irritability.

Openness: This trait is associated with imagination, insight, and a broad range of interests.

Koerth-Baker (2018) argues that Big Five Personality Tests are more reliable than other online personality tests for several reasons. Firstly, the Big Five model is based on extensive research and has been validated through numerous studies. Unlike most online personality quizzes that group people into fixed types, the Big Five measures individuals on a spectrum for each trait, comparing them to others who have taken the test. This approach reflects the reality that personality traits fall on a bell curve, with most people lying near the middle of the distribution.

Furthermore, the Big Five assessment has been shown to produce results that remain consistent throughout a person's life and can predict certain aspects of their academic achievement, dating choices, and parenting behavior. The test is also more transparent, featuring direct statements about personality traits that participants either agree or disagree with, as opposed to using hypothetical scenarios or arbitrary preferences.

Despite its scientific validity, the Big Five model faces challenges in terms of popularity and engagement online. Personality scientists are working to make the Big Five as enjoyable and accessible as other online personality quizzes while maintaining its scientific rigor.

My result on Five Factor Personality Test: Extraversion 57% Openness 87% Conscientiousness 71% Agreeableness 59% Neuroticism 60%

My result on the Big Five Personality Test: Openness 85% Conscientiousness 46% Extraversion 46% Agreeableness 65% Neuroticism 58%

The result did not match with each other very well because my conscientiousness in the first test is relatively high whereas in the second one it was lower than 50%.

I felt that the result was not very close to what I perceive myself, because I think that I am a quite agreeable person in daily life while in the tests they were only around 50%. In addition, I think that some of the questions are hard to decide because I can act or think differently in different situations, such as when I am around my friends versus around strangers.

I think that in Chang’s article (2023), she made a good point that introverts are important part of the construction of society and this world, who own the skills that are critical to the development of cultures and humanities. As she mentioned in her article, “introverts are oftentimes the ones who get things done without asking for credit, find solutions for their teammates, and are willing to do the work that nobody else wants to do or didn't even pay attention to”, and “extroverts are most eager to channel introverts’ superpower of listening. Listening is an art, and you'll find a whole new world by exploring that art.”

Similarly, in Cain’s (2012) TED talk, she mentioned that introverted people are generally not willing to speak in public, but once they decided to do so, they would share the knowledge, the thoughts, and the wisdom they learned from books or from meditation to all the audiences, and they can therefore benefit from these essences made by introverts.

#internet psych study

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brn1029 · 2 years

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On this date in the history of music. And let me say if you don’t know who Les Paul is…then you need to get the hell out now…

August 12th

2015 - Elvis Presley

A second postage stamp was issued in the US bearing the image of Elvis Presley (the first was introduced in 1993). This one featured a black and white photograph by William Speer of Elvis in 1955 and was part of the Music Icon series that began in 2013.

2012 - London 2012 Olympics

The London 2012 Olympics ended with a spectacular musical closing ceremony. The three-hour show featured some of the biggest names of British music from decades past, including the Spice Girls, George Michael, The Who, Take That, Muse, Jessie J, Emeli Sande, Elbow, Madness, The Pet Shop Boys, One Direction, Ray Davies, Liam Gallagher, and Brian May and Roger Taylor from Queen.

2010 - Richie Hayward

Richie Hayward, drummer and co-founder of Little Feat, passed away at the age of 64 after contracting pneumonia as he battled liver cancer.

2009 - Les Paul

Guitarist Les Paul died in hospital in White Plains, New York at the age of 94 suffering from severe pneumonia. Paul is credited with developing one of the first solid-body electric guitars, which went on sale in 1952 and contributed to the birth of rock. He also developed other influential recording innovations such as multi-track recording and overdubbing. In the early 50s, Paul and his wife Mary Ford had a string of hits including 'Mockin' Bird Hill', 'How High the Moon', and 'Vaya Con Dios'.

1997 - Luther Allison

American Blues guitarist Luther Allison died of cancer age 57 in Madison, Wisconsin. He played with Howlin' Wolf's band and backed James Cotton.

1989 - Moscow Music Peace Festival

The two day Moscow Music Peace Festival was held at The Lenin Stadium in Moscow, Russia. Western Acts who appeared included Motley Crue, Ozzy Osbourne, Bon Jovi, Skid Row and The Scorpions. This was the first time that an audience had been allowed to stand up and dance at a stadium rock concert in the Soviet Union. Previous to this, all concerts had to be seated.

1985 - Kyu Sakamoto

Kyu Sakamoto was killed in a plane crash when JAL Flight 123, a 747, crashed and burned on a thickly wooded mountain about 60 miles northwest of Tokyo. He was 43. He had the 1963 US No.1 & UK No.6 single 'Sukiyaki', the first Japanese artist to hit the top of the US singles chart.

1978 - Commodores

The Commodores started a two week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with 'Three Times A Lady', also No.1 in the UK and becoming Motown's biggest British selling single. Lionel Richie wrote the song about his love for his wife, mother and grandmother hence 'Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady.'

1972 - Alice Cooper

Alice Cooper was at No.1 on the UK singles chart with 'School's Out'. The bands only UK No.1, which was also a No.7 hit on the US chart. Cooper has said he was inspired to write the song when answering the question, "What's the greatest three minutes of your life?". Cooper said: "There's two times during the year. One is Christmas morning, the next one is the last three minutes of the last day of school."

1971 - John Lennon

John Lennon & Yoko Ono donated £1,000 to the Clyde Shipbuilders Scottish Union fighting fund who were refusing to stop work at the Glasgow site after being made redundant.

1968 - Led Zeppelin

Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones and John Bonham played together for the first time when they rehearsed at a studio in Gerrard Street in London's West End. The first song they played was a version of 'The Train Kept A-Rollin.' They also played 'Smokestack Lightning' and a version of 'I'm Confused' (soon to become 'Dazed And Confused'). The first live dates they played were as The Yardbirds,II

Scott McKenzie was at No.1 on the UK singles chart with ‘San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)’. Written by John Phillips, the song was produced and released to promote the Monterey Pop Festival held in June of this year.

1966 - The Beatles

The Beatles performed two shows at the International Amphitheatre in Chicago, Illinois. This was the first stop on what would turn out to be The Beatles' final US tour. Support acts were the Remains, Bobby Hebb, Cyrkle, and the Ronettes.

1964 - The Beatles

The Beatles first film A Hard Day's Night opened in 500 American cinemas to rave reviews. The film was a financial and critical success. Time magazine rated it as one of the all-time great 100 films.

1960 - The Beatles

Pete Best auditioned to become The Silver Beatles' drummer and was asked to travel to Hamburg in Germany for the bands next set of dates. Before leaving for Hamburg, The Silver Beatles changed their name to simply, "The Beatles".

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clarabowlover · 3 years

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Happy Birthday To Gorgeous American Actress Jessica Chastain

(Born 24th March 1977)

Pics Source: Listal.com

#jessica chastain #birthday girl #born 24th march 1977 #gorgeous american actress #producer #model #gorgeous redhead #us stage - screen - tv actress #best known for the tree of life (2011) - zero dark thirty (2012) - interstellar (2014) - molly's game (2017)#also known for the disappearance of eleanor rigby films (2012-14)#57 acting credits to date #years active 2004-present #hollywood #hollywood tv series #pics source: listal.com

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ljxlj48 · 2 years

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The Nanny

Chapter 2

Taeyong x fem reader

preview, 01, 02

genre: mafia au! dad taeyong!

warnings: implied violence, angsty

word count: 4.6K

authors note: okay, so i'm starting to see the clear storyline for this fic and i'm starting to get excited about this. I do really hope you guys are enjoying the story and I hope you guys like where this is gonna go. I think after this chapter we'll have a good foundation for the rest of the story. nevertheless hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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Taeyong had ensured that you would be safe, all your bills will continue to get paid and you’ll have as much freedom as possible, you guys were just gonna be living together now. You were basically being a housewife for Taeyong now, instead of just the nanny, which isn’t that every college student’s dream?

It had been a week already of staying here, there wasn’t much that needed to be done around the house. Taeyong had gotten all your information together to take care of, transferring money back into your account from the security deposit of your apartment, your car payments and student loan payments. Taeyong had also managed to pay off your credit card too. The estate already had a full staff of maids, butlers, cooks and more. All the cleaning, cooking and even daycare for Dasom was taken care of. The thought to fire all the staff just to give yourself something to do had crossed your mind more than once. You haven’t cooked a single meal, prepared a single bath, or even washed a single dish since being here.

Initially not having to do anything was nice, it was great, but now a week later you felt like you were going insane with nothing to do. Luckily for you, Taeyong had granted you permission to have a lunch date with a friend of yours, under specific conditions. Johnny was to escort you there, and he would be having lunch at the same location, Johnny will also be escorting you back to the mansion after, and lunch can be no longer than three hours.

Hearing the conditions from Taeyong, you wanted to scream at him for only allowing you such little time, but deciding not to, being grateful that you were gonna be getting time away. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come, you already pulled apart your closet looking for something to wear.

It was currently 5:56pm, Taeyong had gone into the office this morning, you couldn’t help but envy him for being able to leave every day, unlike you, even if it was only to work and back. Taeyong had said that he would return before 6 for dinner, he was the only person in the entire house that talked to you as if you were a normal person. The older maids and butlers treated you like a little princess, while the younger maids and butlers treated you like a goddess. The kitchen staff acted like you were made of porcelain whenever you entered their area. You longed for Taeyong, the normalcy he provided with his conversation.

The minutes felt long, 5:57, one of the maids already finished giving Dasom a bath, the two of you now sat in the living area waiting for Taeyong to come home. The mansion was quiet, there was a soft hum from the outdoors. Dasom was never a noisy child, she quietly played.

5:58, a young girl informed you that dinner was finished and as soon as the ‘young master’ arrived we could eat. You didn’t understand the title of young master for Taeyong, but all the staff called him exactly that, nothing else. It was never Taeyong, or Mr. Lee, it was always the ‘young master.’ Dasom sat patiently with a little doll of hers, she was displaying more patients than you at the moment. The clock couldn’t tick any slower.

5:59, the worry began to set in, the last time Taeyong was late he turned your life upside down. There was nothing that could be worse than this at the moment right? He couldn’t possibly blow your life up again. Your thoughts still ran a million miles a second, your palms still cried, while your stomach still twisted. Waiting for him felt like waiting for rain in a drought.

6:00, he was late.

He said he would be home before 6, and it’s 6, he’s late. What if something happened to him? There’s people trying to kill him, what if they got to him? It’s just traffic right? He’s just not paying attention to the time. He’s fine, he has to be fine. Your thoughts did anything but calm you down. You weren’t the overthinking type, but as you sat here, in a mansion that cost more money than you ever had, waiting for him, your thoughts reached the dark corners of your mind.

Dasom saw you struggling to remain calm. The little girl grabbed your hand, trying to wrap her little fingers around your palm, she looked up at you with these big doe like eyes. “Daddy working, he come after,” she spoke so confidently like her father. You couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your lips.

“Yes he is, your daddy is working, and he’s gonna come home after he’s done work,” you spoke to Dasom as you pulled her into your lap, “I wonder what’s keeping him so long.”

“Yeah, daddy work so long,” Dasom said, exaggerating the ‘so’ part. You let out a laugh, Dasom was a ball of sunshine, making all of your dark thoughts practically dissipate into thin air. She was the greatest part of being stuck here.

You heard the garage door open, signaling someone coming. A glance at the clock, reading 6:02, he isn’t that late you thought to yourself. Only 3 minutes at most. Shortly later Taeyong walked through the door into the living area, Dasom leaping off your lap running to Taeyong.

“Daddy!” The little girl yelled, running to Taeyong, who scooped her up into his arms effortlessly, “why you work so long?” Dasom let out a pout folding her arms, as she tried to glare at Taeyong.

“Did daddy work too long?” Dasom nodded her head, “I’m sorry I worked too long, daddy is sorry.” Dasom turned her head the other way, “Daddy is so so sorry he worked too long, forgive daddy please.”

Dasom now made eye contact with you, and not knowing what to do , you nodded your head at her. Dasom turned back now looking at Taeyong, “I forgive you daddy,” she said, wrapping her arms around Taeyong’s neck.

“Thank you princess,” you could see Taeyong squeezed the little girl tighter.

“Welcome home,” you muttered out to Taeyong, unsure about what to exactly say in this context.

“Thank you,” Taeyong gave you a soft smile, “is dinner ready?”

“Yes, dinner is ready,” the three of you began to make your way into the dining room. Taeyong still holding Dasom up in his arms, the little girl looked so content.

Taeyong placed Dasom in her seat, before taking his own. Dasom sat on the left hand side of Taeyong, while you sat across from Dasom, on the right hand side of Taeyong. Almost like a picture perfect family. After taking your seats, some of the staff brought out the food, each already a plated dish.

There weren't many words exchanged during the meal, just Dasom’s little rambles about everything she did today. You and Taeyong both enjoyed listening to her attentively. Soon enough the staff was clearing the table, you felt awkward always having someone serving and cleaning up after you. You felt like you should be doing something. Helping in some sort of way.

“(Y/n),” the sound of Taeyong’s voice pulling you from your thoughts, you hummed at him to let him know you were listening. “I have bad news,” Taeyong began, and you are already feeling your heart begin to sink. “You can’t go out tomorrow.”

There was a pause, you had heard the phrase a thousand times before, from your parents, grandparents, aunts, siblings, the ‘you can’t go out’ phrase. You usually got the phrase because you didn’t finish a chore, or because it was too late, or because you had another obligation to attend to. Hearing the ‘you can’t go out’ phrase never hurt before, it sucked, but it never felt like this.

“Please don’t cry,” Taeyong said, you didn’t even realize you were crying at this moment, “I know this is hard but please understand,”

“You want me to understand?” You felt your blood begin to boil, “why don’t you understand that I am not gonna be kept locked in this house until you decide?” You practically screamed at Taeyong, standing from your seat.

“All I’m trying to do is keep you safe,” Taeyong spoke, his voice not nearly as loud as yours but still elevated.

“If you wanted to keep me safe you shouldn’t have allowed me to take the job”

“Did you think I knew this was gonna happen?” Taeyong stood from his seat now, he spent all day arguing with people, the last thing he wanted to do was argue with you.

“No, but you sure as hell could have prevented me from being a part of it?”

“I am trying to give you everything you want, all I ask is that you stay home tomorrow”

“I have been locked inside this house all damn week, all I'm asking for is one lunch with a friend.”

“It is not safe, you could get hurt,”

“And who’s fault is that?” You cut Taeyong off, so angry with him for putting you in this situation in the first place.

“I am trying to do my best to keep this family safe out of harm's way,” Taeyong said, exhausted with arguing in general.

“Well there’s your problem, I am not a part of this family, I am not your wife, I am only the nanny, Mr. Lee,” immediately after you said it, you regretted it, but it was too late to take anything back. The words had left your mouth, you watched the pain your words inflicted on Taeyong. You couldn’t bear to see it all, decided enough had been said, you turned away, leaving the room.

“Well there’s your problem, I am not a part of this family, I am not your wife, I am only the nanny, Mr. Lee,” (y/n) said. To say those words didn’t hurt would be a lie. I always felt she was a part of the family. Dasom’s mother died before Dasom could even begin to remember her, and (y/n) was hired not too long after.

“(Y/n) is not family?” Dasom questioned, still seated in her seat, tears running down her face.

“She is, princess, she is,” she is to me.

“I don’t like you and (y/n) fighting,”

“Me neither,” I sighed out. I can’t stand her being angry with me but I can’t stand being the reason she dies more.

After a moment or so, I hand Dasom over to one of the maids, as I make my way to (y/n) bedroom’s. I knocked softly, hopefully she’s still awake.

“I don’t want to speak to you,” she yelled from her side of the door.

“How do you know it’s me?” I question just loud enough for her to hear me.

“You're the only one who dares to knock on my door,” she huffed out. I twisted the knob to the door, it was unlocked. “I said I don’t want to talk to you,” she was sitting on the bed, but now she stood up making her way towards the window refusing to look at me.

“(y/n), please, I know this isn’t fair to you, I don’t want to do this to you,” I let out a breath, trying to control my emotions right now, “I just need you to be safe, and being here means you’re safe.”

“Taeyong, I have been stuck in this house all week, I am going insane. No one talks to me, the staff walks on eggshells when I enter the room,” she began to tear up, the frustration evident all over her. “I can’t handle it, please, I am begging you to let me out of this house, I feel like a prisoner.”

My heart breaks to see her like this, she shouldn’t feel like she’s a prisoner here, this should be home to her, “what if,” I shouldn’t be offering her this, she should stay home, being here means being safe, “what if you come to work with me tomorrow?”

Her ears perked up, there was a sparkle in her eyes, the ends of her lips twitching. “Really?” She can’t be kept a prisoner here, she’s not just anyone, I nodded my head at her, “and I’ll get to stay out with you all day?” Nodding my head again, “oh thank you, thank you, thank you,” she came rushing towards wrapping her arms around my neck, the smile on her face. I would give her the world to keep that smile on her face.

She pulled away, “but that means staying with me the entire day,” she nodded her head, her little doe like eyes looking up at me.

“I promise I won’t disappoint you,” you never could.

The next morning you got ready like your first day of school, you had your outfit picked out from the night before. Woke up almost two hours before you were supposed to leave and spent nearly an hour trying to perfect your look. You didn’t even understand your need to leave the mansion, you just knew you needed to be out.

“Are you ready?” Taeyong was standing at the bottom of the steps waiting for you.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“No time, I need to be at the office, are you ready?”

You nodded your head, the nerves taking over, you had never been so excited to go anywhere in your entire life. The first step out of the mansion felt like a breath of fresh air. You were practically jumping out of your skin, ready to go.

After getting into the car and watching the mansion fade away you felt more excitement wash over you. Your relished in being in the car, enjoy the hum of the engine, the noise of cars passing, the soft tune of the ac. The scene almost brings tears to your eyes. You felt free.

When you arrived at the office, the valet opened the door for you, giving you a hand to help you out. You felt as if you walked on water by how you were being treated. You walked behind Taeyong, watching how his legal employees acted. None of them dared to even look at him, they all bowed as he walked past, it was if he was their god.

Taeyong walked straight into the elevator, the people that were inside, leaving as he entered. You were pushed to enter the elevated, while two men entered behind you. Leaving you, Taeyong, and two unknown men inside. Well one unknown man, the other was the driver from the first night being taken to the mansion.

After a moment you guys entered the top floor. The top floor had its own lobby area, with a single desk and a girl behind the desk. You followed as Taeyong walked past the girl, straight into another room. This room had a large desk, with a computer and paperwork on top, some filing cabinets in one corner, a chair behind the desk, two more in front, and another seating area in the corner.

“This is my office,” Taeyong started off walking to his desk, “I need to check some things and then we can go to breakfast, okay?” You could only nod your head. “Please sit, relax for now,” Taeyong gestured to the seating area in the corner, which you gladly accepted. The two other men stood around the seating area, but not taking a seat.

You observed the man that drove, the same one from the first night. He looked awfully young, almost younger than you, probably younger than you. Every minute or so he would do this nose scrunch thing, that was terribly cute.

“What’s your name?” You whispered out, careful not to gain Taeyong’s attention. The man looked back at you, almost a little shocked you were speaking to him.

“Jisung, Park Jisung,”

“How old are you?”

“20”

Your eyes widened at the revelation, this man was just a boy. Just a young boy, basically a child. You cleared your throat a little trying to gain your composure, “how long have you been working here?”

“Since I was 16, but within the past couple years I became Mr. Lee's driver,” Jisung said. He didn’t look at you, but he talked to you like a normal person which you were grateful for.

“Jisung,” Taeyong called out grabbing everyone’s attention, “find Johnny and take (y/n) to breakfast. Mark, gather your team.” You could only assume the other man that was in the car and elevator is Mark.

“Taeyong, Jisung is in that team,” Mark said, walking towards the desk where Taeyong still remained sitting.

“Jisung is to take (y/n) to breakfast,” Taeyong said. You watched the way he moved about. It looked as if something was troubling him. Taeyong leaned a little closer to Mark, the two whispering amongst themselves.

“Jisung,” Mark called, just nodding his head.

“You ready?” Jisung asked, looking at you now, in which you only nodded, not understanding what the hell was happening.

I watched (y/n) and Jisung leave the room. This isn’t a good idea, but I trust Johnny, trust him more than anyone, trust him with my life, trust him with her. And there are not many people that I trust like that.

“Taeyong, what’s going on?” Mark asked.

“Yuta’s family, they’re still in Japan, kidnapped by the Osaki clan,”

Mark’s face dropped.

Osaki Shotaro, fled to Korea, trying to escape from his abusive father and neglectful mother. When Shotaro came to Korea, he had no money, barely any education, and was trying to get enough change for a cup of ramen.

Shotaro, starving Shotaro, hasn’t eaten for two days, decides to grab the bag of some unsuspecting high schoolers, just trying to scrape together anything at this point. Unluckily, or luckily depending how you look at it now, the high schooler he decided to rob was Jisung, who was getting picked up from school by Jeno, a boxer.

One fight, one black eye and one cracked tooth later, I have an unscathed Jeno and a groaning Shotaro sitting in my office. I remember that day clearly.

“What the hell Jeno!” I yelled out so frustrated with him at this point.

“He was trying to rob Jisung,” Jeno pointed to the broken boy.

“You could’ve killed him, an innocent person!”

“He’s far from innocent,” Jeno was getting angry and there’s no controlling Jeno's anger.

“Jeno,” I had to calm down for Jeno to calm down, “you didn’t need to go this far, and you know that. Stopping him would’ve been enough, you didn’t need to punish him as well.”

Jeno took a deep breath, breathe in, breathe out, “I might’ve gone too far.” I gave Jeno that look, “I gone too far,” he corrected himself.

“Get him a fresh set of clothes, and prepare the spare room at the dorms,” this broken boy looked like he had just been through hell and back.

That day was almost three weeks ago, now Shotaro has a position within the organization, he’s an arms dealer under Yuta. However, with Shotaro going against his family wishes, and working for me now, that has everyone on the Yakuza’s hit list.

Just before I could dwell on the fact too long, I have both Shotaro and Yuta bursting into my office. Mark on the phone trying to reach the rest of dream in the corner.

“What is this?” I ask.

“Taeyong, let me go home, they will release Yuta’s family if I was to go home, right now,” Shotaro spoke quickly.

“Taeyong, I tried to tell him that, it wasn’t needed, that he doesn’t need to do this,” Yuta spoke equally as quickly.

“Shotaro,” I started off, it was clear his reasoning, “do you want to go back to your family? If you’re no longer happy here you may leave whenever you please.”

“I am happy here,” Shotaro answered, looking broken.

“Then I won't grant you permission to go back to Japan. This is your home now, and NCT is your family now. We’re sending dream to recover Yuta’s family right now, and with the help of your intelligence that you gave us in the beginning they should be back home before the end of tomorrow. Do you trust me?” Both men now nodded their heads, “good, because we got work to do.”

After Jisung practically dragged you out of Taeyong’s office, the two of you went down a couple floors to find Johnny. After Jisung explained the situation to Johnny, the three of you set off to a café for breakfast. When you guys got to the café, Johnny walked straight in, to a back table, Jisung stayed outside by the car.

You took your seat across from Johnny and almost immediately after, the waitress brought out two iced americanos.

“Is he not gonna come in?” you asked, looking back at Jisung standing by the car.

Johnny looked up following your gaze, “no, he’s watching the entrance.” Johnny went back to scrolling through his phone, not paying much attention to you, and you gazed around the small café. It was quiet, there weren’t many people inside, maybe just four in total not counting you and Johnny. “Order whatever you like,” Johnny spoke looking at you for a second before going back to his phone.

You peered at the menu taped to the table, “I’ll have a breakfast sandwich.” Johnny lifted his hand waving over the waitress. “The breakfast sandwich please,” you spoke to the waitress, who seemed extremely tense.

“Of course madam,” the waitress spoke quickly, she seemed like she couldn’t leave your table fast enough. You thought her behavior was odd but you didn’t spend too much time pondering it.

After a minute, she brought out the breakfast sandwich and placed it on the table. You tried to thank her but she walked away before you got a single syllable out. You began to eat your sandwich in utter silence, Johnny quietly slipped at his coffee.

“Johnny, can I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” a smirk played it’s way out Johnny’s face, “ask your questions.”

You chuckled a little, “I was just wondering, how you got involved with this, with…”

“The illegal or legal part?” Johnny finally put his phone down, taking his coffee in hand.

“Both.”

“Well, I put in my resume with the corporation, went through an interview and then waited. Week later I got a call, got the job of chief operating officer.” Johnny reasoned, sipping his coffee.

“The other side?”

“The organization,” Johnny sighed, “it’s better really if Taeyong briefed you on this.” Johnny picked up his phone again.

“I’ve tried that,” you rushed out, taking a deep breath, “I have tried to ask Taeyong, Mr. Lee about the quote, organization, but he has dismissed all my questions. I just want to know, how two people with very well paying jobs end up meddling with illegal activities?”

Johnny chuckled a little, putting his phone down again, “well, I guess as the future Mrs. Lee, you're gonna learn about the organization sooner or later.” Johnny sighed out, “I have known Taeyong for a while now, our parents were business partners both legally and illegally”

“Your parents?”

“Yes; as you know Neo Culture Technology was originally founded by Taeyong’s father and now he is chairman of the board. My parents were original business partners and investors in the group.”

“Okay, that’s how long you've known Taeyong. Now how did you get into these… illegal…”

Johnny laughed again at your awkwardness around the topic, “at first it was just a small operation in order to ensure certain deals our Fathers went through but then the operation grew and we didn’t know how to stop.” There was the face of regret that Johnny wore now.

“Okay,” you let out a breath, “how does the organization work now?”

“Much like a business actually,” Johnny laughed a little, smirking at you, “there’s three groups here, 127, U and Dream, there’s also one based out in China. 127, is based in Seoul; their work is mostly about arms, drugs and other black market good sales. U is a rotational group; only put in place for violent operations. Dream is a group aimed for the youth, they mostly deal with street races, drug distribution, and information sales.” Johnny explained all while doodling on a napkin. You had to take a deep breath, processing all this information.

“You mentioned a group based in China,” you recalled.

“Yes,” Johnny also recalled, “wayV is based out in China and they do everything that the three groups in Seoul do, alone”

“You guys just have operations in China and Korea?”

“Well…” Johnny went back to his phone, “it’s a bit complicated.”

“Johnny come on, everything about this situation is complicated.” You reasoned, raising a brow up at him.

“Fine,” Johnny reasoned, “there’s complete operations here and China, but there’s relations in Japan, Canada, Thailand, Germany, Hong Kong and the states.”

“How…” you weren’t even sure exactly what your question was.

“Certain members were born and raised in other countries, they kept relations there, and now travel back and forth.” Johnny seemed to understand exactly what your question was without you having to say it.

“What about…” you started off unsure where to go about this, “what about the cover? There has to be an influx in money that doesn’t have justifications on paper,”

Johnny chuckled just enough to have you feeling embarrassed about your question, “the corporation,” Johnny started off, “all members of the organization hold completely legal positions within the corporation, even the group in China, hold positions in the Chinese branch of the corporation.”

“Hmm, I see,” the idea that the organization ran sufficiently like a business was eerily scary.

“It sounds a lot worse than it actually is,” Johnny reasoned, seeing your concerned face.

“Right, because hearing about an illegal mafia organization, and how efficiently it runs is definitely not that scary,” your sarcastic tone had Johnny chuckling once again.

“Taeyong should have briefed you,” Johnny said, picking up his phone again.

“Johnny did you know?” You asked this time in a gentler voice, there wasn’t any more joking to be done, “did you know what you were getting into?”

“Not exactly,” Johnny paused holding his phone but looking past you, “I knew that not everything in NCT was legal, but I didn’t realize how deep the river ran. I can’t say I regret it though.”

“Why?”

Johnny looked at you now, a small smirk playing onto his lips, “because I enjoy it,” Johnny put his forearms on the table leaning in closer, “all of it.”

Johnny’s phone ringing stopped you from continuing on, allowing him to answer it. You could only hear Johnny’s side of the call, filled with hums of acknowledgement to whoever he was talking to. The call was quick but it seemed to lay down a coat of stress upon Johnny’s shoulder.

“We need to go,” Johnny spoke quickly, grabbing you by the arm, abandoning his coffee.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Johnny was dragging you out of your seat and the café.

“Back to the mansion.”

“What about the bill?” Johnny was now shoving you into the car and directing Jisung to get in already.

“We own the café,” Johnny finally took a breath, settling in the seat next to you. As the three of you made your way back to the mansion. You could tell as you sat in the car that there was this tension. “Changes of plans, we’re dropping Jisung off at the airport and we are going back to the mansion.”

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ethrenisnotthehero · 3 years

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@hogwartsmystory is a predator (final)

If you haven’t read the other parts of this callout, I encourage you to start here. As in both previous posts, the normal tags are not included in order to allow this to reach as many people as possible. Potential triggers are listed below, and the main content is hidden to keep sensitive individuals from being unintentionally exposed.

TW: Pedophilia, Abuse, Gaslighting, Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Suicide, NSFW Topics, Faked Illness, Faked Mental Illness, Faked Death, Victim Blaming

Originally, I intended to craft this final part to you, the reader, as an emotional appeal. To be wholly honest, there’s only so much evidence that can be utilized without either forcing Jill to relive unnecessary trauma or exposing deeply intimate or personal parts of her life. Until now, everything I’ve told you and everything I’ve shown you is what was enough to convince me when Jill first reached out to me. If you, the reader, don’t believe the factual information that’s been presented so far, then I don’t think that you will. If you, the reader, believe Jill and her story, then no further evidence is going to magically make her story more true.

However, I don’t have to. Instead, I can let the friends-- the family--that Ren created on his website speak for themselves, and show you with their own testimony just the kind of person he was. Jill wasn’t the only person that Ren hurt. Jill wasn’t even the only person Ren preyed on as a sexual predator. Many people on staff, and many people outside of it, knew Ren and grew to have what they thought was a close relationship with him. People regarded him as someone to look up to, to find comfort in, to aspire after, to lean on; people thought of him as a friend and a hero in his community.

On April 12, 2021, at 9:57 AM Greenwhich Mean Time, the current administrators of Advanced Scribes issued a statement addressing Ren’s actions and his faked death. An additional announcement was made the following day. While the announcements themselves and the replies (including moderator statements) are publicly available, I have saved a print-to-PDF versions on Google for you to browse at your leisure.

I intentionally waited until the initial panic and outrage died out a little to let the most important statements come to light. Included in the PDF are sentiments that I personally thought were the most important sentiments; edits have been made and pages have been deleted, so you can see the current state of the conversations by visiting them directly. You can find the first discussion at https://advanced-scribes.com/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=42100#p1454263 and the second discussion at https://advanced-scribes.com/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=42107#p1454361.

Before you continue reading, please look over the statements and replies. The words of former staff former friends say more than I can ever hope to about Ren and the kind of reality that he stood for. Additionally, Jill herself has added to the conversation (username Rakuen), so you can read a bit from her perspective by looking into these announcements. After you’ve taken a look, continue below and I will sum up my final thoughts on this predator and his legacy.

Advanced Scribes • Our Statement (PDF)

Advanced Scribes • Change (PDF)

The Act of Grooming, Part 3: Entrapment

One of the reasons that predators get away with their crimes for so long is because they trap their victims. When they gain access to and successfully lure in their prey, they then engage in entrapment behavior to separate victims from other people and build reliance. The reason why kids are so prone to predation is because of how vulnerable they are. Young people just want to belong. They just want to have community, security, and affection. When they can’t get those things in their lives, they seek it out and take it where they can get it even when the situation is obviously bad. Kids can’t be held accountable for being smart because they’re kids. Jill was vulnerable. She wanted belonging and support. She fell into Ren’s lures, and he trapped her. He used his affection as a tool to solicit sexual favors and pictures from her, but never shared his face with her. She was always chasing his love, and all the while he was simultaneously preying on other individuals in the community. For God’s sake, this man had a selfie thread where underage girls would send pictures of themselves publicly on the site for him to look at, and he even intentionally disabled the website’s COPPA features.

Before Jill, there was Buttercup. Buttercup was also an admin, and she was also 13 when she met Ren. While Ren was a minor during he and Buttercup’s relationship, his behavior with her was just as predatory and Buttercup attempted to warn Jill via PM before she ended her relationship with him.

The picture he sent Buttercup wasn’t even him.

The entire time that Ren was convincing Jill that Buttercup was evil, and jealous, and a spiteful, hateful person, he was manipulating her the same way he was manipulating Jill. Ren is a predator who knows what he’s doing; he always has. He draws in his victims and makes everyone hate them so that he’s the only person they have. He makes them so desperate for his approval that they let him screw them over time and time again, and for what? Just to see his face. Think about what you read. He didn’t just do this to Jill and Buttercup. He did this to every person he cheated with or got close enough to get a grip on. Even if he didn’t sexually exploit someone, he emotionally did. An entire community of people suffered through this over and over and over again. Read the statements again. If you only read the live version, read the PDF.

I also want you to bear in mind that everyone on staff was equally a victim as they were an enabler. It doesn’t erase their responsibility, but their roles in this story or more nuanced than “moderator bad, burn the witch!” Some of Ren’s supporters were as young or younger than Jill when they met him. The two people most notorious for standing at his side right now were both “rewarded” with a relationship with him in the fallout of his faked death.

At some point, this man looked at his behavior and not only decided that he didn’t need to take responsibility, but that his victims daring to try and claim some kind of ownership over their own story was a personal affront to him.

Ren is a monster of his own creation. He chose to be that monster again, and again, and again.

What makes his enablers equally to blame is when they became adults and made a conscious choice to ignore what was happening, which brings us to the next topic.

Finally... How Old Was Jill?

Despite everything I’ve said and shared so far, I still get this question in my inbox.

How old was Jill? Did she lie about her age? Is she free of guilt because she was a kid? Did he know how old she was? Was she legal in her country?

I gave you all everything I had. There were some things I just couldn’t confirm because there was no proof either way. However, all of that changed when the announcements were released. I now know exactly how old Jill was when they began dating, exactly how old she was when people knew about their relationship, and even that Ren was public with all of this information. I also know that staff knew everything, and chose to do nothing.

As you can see in the screenshots above of Buttercup’s message, it was sent on Jun 17, 2015. At that time, Jill was 14 years old. By Buttercup’s estimation, they had been dating for around a few months, which is how I was able to discern the previous exact age of 14 years old at the time they began dating.

However, Ren himself refutes that fact in a Valentine’s post for Jill. As pointed out in the “Our Statement” thread, the post that user amnesia. references includes very sexual and disgustingly graphic descriptions of Ren’s activity with her. It also says this:

As per the timestamp of this particular post (as seen below), Jill was 16 at the time. Ren, a man claiming to be twenty-five years old at the time, was proud to admit that he had been with Jill since she was 13.

You can view the full PDF of this post to see what else he said here, but please be warned that his descriptions are NSFW and absolutely disgusting.

Warm Fuzzies Post (PDF)

No adult should talk about a kid like that. In the statements, several staff members admit that they knew that the two were dating when she was 16, and that it grossed them out. But none of them did anything. To amnesia.’s credit, they claim they tried to pursue legal action but found no viable routes.

From the discussions and statements, we can discern five things:

1. Jill was 13 when she started dating Ren. 2. She did not lie about her age. 3. Ren did not lie about her age. 4. Ren knew how old she was. 5. Staff knew how old she was.

Jill’s feelings and her opinions on staff and their behavior are separate from my own. She does not share my beliefs here, and I need to make it very clear that what I’m saying next is entirely my own opinion.

To everyone who was staff at that time: shame on you. It’s one thing to be a victim yourself and to not understand how or when to stand up for what’s right, especially when you’re young; it’s another to become an adult and to have let something like this permeate your legacy and your community for all this time. From what I understand, none of you are completely innocent in this. Ren wasn’t secret, he was loud and proud and he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. Everyone who was an adult then and is an adult now shares some responsibility for that. Those of you who mean your apologies, thank you, but those of you who are using this event as a stepping stone to make that website into your own personal playground know who you are. Stop. There’s an entire generation of kids between AS and CS who have lost years of their childhoods to this shit and the only right thing at this point would be to turn the site over to the police so that Ren can answer for his crimes the right way.

To everyone else: protect the people around you. People like Ren don’t think about how other people think or feel. They don’t care who gets hurt or who they trample under their feet. Look around at your community, and ask yourself if those who interact with you know that you are safe. Inevitably, someone is going to get hurt. Are you the kind of person that they can come to when it happens, or are you the kind of person who will turn your head away?

Be the person that everyone knows they can come to, because, eventually, someone’s going to need you.

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beenovel · 3 years

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I was told to write about "the myth of Zeus' lovers" (there were a fucking lot of them so I just chose one to focus on) the legend of King Arthur (again... there's more than one of those) and folklore surrounding Abraham Lincoln. It's all self-graded and the whole class is worth a half credit so I just wrote whatever I wanted to.

Myth:

Zeus, the Greek god of the sky, was a sight to behold. Holding court above the clouds at the peak of Mount Olympus the king of the gods took many lovers. While we know of 57 of his lovers and his 5 wives, that is only a small amount of the many gods and mortals, women and men alike that Zeus seduced. One of these lovers was Ganymede, a Trojan prince who was regarded by both Homer and Hesiod as “godlike”. While no one bothered to mention this man’s age, he is referred to as “young” as frequently as he is “fair”. Zeus, the interminable Grecian slut, decided that this young man was too beautiful to walk the earth, and upon coming to this conclusion he subsequently transformed himself into an eagle and abducted Ganymede. After he had been brought to Olympus he was welcomed by Zeus and was offered the esteemed position of cupbearer to the gods. In addition to his role as cupbearer, he would also be made immortal and become Zeus’ lover. Zeus’ wife Hera, the goddess of marriage and queen of the gods, was understandably upset by this turn of events. Not only would one of her husband’s lovers be living in her home for the first time, but Ganymede was a mortal replacing Hera’s own daughter, Hebe, as cupbearer. In time the king of gods commemorated his love for Ganymede in the constellation Aquarius.

Legend:

King Arthur was a Romano-British king who likely battled the Anglo-Saxons during the fifth to sixth centuries. It is unknown whether or not Arthur was a real historical figure, but he and his knights of the round table have been immortalized through legends for centuries. The oral traditions were first compiled between 1135 and 1139 by Geoffrey of Monmouth in his Historia regum Britanniae. In this Geoffrey details Arthur’s magical sword Caliburn (which would later be called Excaliber), his trusted knight Lancelot, Queen Guenivere, and the wizard Merlin. While in the modern world King Arthur is synonymous with round tables, pulling swords from stone, and the holy grail, these elements adorned his story at a later date.

Folklore: (I wrote this in 20 minutes because I just wanted to be done)

In early April 1865, Abraham Lincoln was shot in Ford’s theater by an actor named John Wilkes Booth. He was taken to a nearby house and died early the next morning becoming the first US president to be assassinated. John Wilkes Booth was an extremely well-known actor, for both his good looks and his incredible acting range. It was said that he could play any role he set his mind to, and be a perfect fit. Another thing that was oft-repeated, though only in whispered conversations and only after the speaker had checked the windows and crossed themselves, was that Booth was a shapeshifter. While a basic idea of his route after escaping the Ford theater is known, everyone believes something different when it comes to where he was actually housed. It is said that this is because Booth shifted the shape of his face just enough that he was unrecognizable, even to those who knew him best.

Tags: @claraofthepen @messiambrandybuck @the-slytherin-goat

#myths #mythology #legends #folklore #urban legend #greek mythology #king arthur #the greek mythology bit was my favorite #I like myths a lot better than the other kinds #they're more dramatic

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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On The Ground (Rosénali) - Moonshot

A/N: So… Guess who is back after a year of not writing fics? Yours truly! What can I say? Rosénali is that powerful of a ship. As always, I hope eveyone enjoys this fic. Feel free to let me know what you think… Who knows, there might be a follow up to this little fluff in the future! Little side note: this is a lesbian au where most of the s13/s12 girls appearing are cis-female, however Mik is still a trans man in the fic.

Summary: The diner girl!Denali x street singer!Rosé AU based on Blackpink’s Rosé’s solo music that nobody asked for!

ao3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/30267687

Denali stared at the round clock above the entrance of the diner.

4:57 PM.

Three more minutes until her shift was over.

Three more minutes until the girl who had been a fixed character in her dreams would come from around the corner, set up her guitar, greet the passersby before starting her set for the evening like she did every Wednesday.

“So, gorge, are you going to ask the champagne girl out today, or are you just going to keep on creepily staring at her from afar?”, her coworker, Kade - or as everyone called him, Mik - appeared next to her with an empty tray.

“Her name is Rosé, not champagne girl!”, Denali rebutted, “and also, for the record, I don’t just… stare. I just happen to like appreciating her set without bothering her! It’s not like she was flirting with me that one time”.

“Did I just hear our Nali denying her crush on that pink-haired singer, again?”, Olivia, who was busy running the cash register, chimed in.

“Girl, I think we should start betting against her and maybe we’ll make more money than what they can pay us here!”, Mik joked as he washed some of the dishes in the sink.

The black-haired girl rolled her eyes, ignoring her two best friends and focusing on the performer’s much-anticipated arrival.

Denali didn’t believe in love at first sight but after the first time Rosé and her guitar had shown up on the other side of the road from Tamisha’s Diner, she couldn’t think about anything else.

There was just something about the other girl that had the Alaskan girl enamored.

The first - and so far only - time she had talked to Rosé was out of necessity as the other girl and who she assumed were her two best friends - the diner girls had dubbed them ‘Pastel Powerpuff girls’ - had decided to dine in just as Denali’s shift at the register had started.

“Hi! Did you enjoy our diner?”, the skater had put on her best smile, not quite able to meet the gaze of the taller girl as she typed out the receipt.

“Oh, sure, the skating gig is cute, the food’s great, and the service… isn’t too bad either,” Denali could see from the corner of her eye the smirk on the pink-haired girl.

“Rosie! Quit flirting with every cute girl that breathes and hurry up or Jan and I are leaving you here, the Uber is going to be here in 2 minutes!”, the blue-haired girl went on with the other girl in the friend group while ‘Rosie’ rolled her eyes at them.

“Sorry about Lagoona, she has the tact of an elephant on rollerskates,” the taller girl joked.

“O-Oh, no problem. So, your total is 20,04$, will you be paying in cash or card? Also, are you splitting the bill?”

“Since dumb and dumber over there already left, I’ll just pay everything with my card,” she replied taking out her purse and taking out her credit card, “here you go, angel”.

Denali tried her best not to blush at the sudden pet name, maintaining her on-the-clock persona as she brought out the card reader. She quickly finished up the operation and handed the pink-haired girl her card back with the receipt, “I just need a quick signature here and you’re free to go to your friends”.

‘Rosie’ scribbled down her signature - she learned her actual name was Rosé, classy yet slightly worrying - and left a tip for her.

A 10$ tip for her.

“Gorge, she left you a 10$ tip, she was basically asking for your hand in marriage”, Mik reminded her, his eyes darting around the half-empty diner.

He nodded his head to his left where Denali saw another one of her co-workers sharing a milkshake with her girlfriend, giggling like teenagers, “I’m just saying. If Utica managed to end up dating that self-proclaimed ebony enchantress over there, you got a chance with wine girl”, he ended with his trademark L.A vocal fry.

Denali knew Mik had a point, but as she was about to reply, she heard the familiar sound of a guitar starting a new song. Her eyes glanced back at the clock.

5:14 PM

Damn, she had missed the beginning of the set.

The Alaskan girl didn’t lose any more time as she clocked out, skates still on her feet as she zoomed out of the diner.

“Aaaaand she’s gone!”, Olivia commented, turning her head to Mik, “Do you think this time is the good one?”

“Well, if she doesn’t finally go after her, I might as well go after her myself!”

Denali reached the usual crowd that had already formed around Rosé, trying her best to blend in and not be seen by the singer while still getting a good view of the set.

“Well, aren’t you guys a lovely crowd!”, the pink-haired singer smiled as she got ready for the next song, “I’ve got one last song for today and this is going to be the first time I’ll be performing it, so, don’t hate it too much!”, she chuckled as she checked her guitar before turning her head back to the mic stand, “This is On The Ground, I’m Rosé and I hope you’ve enjoyed the set! Feel free to drop your tips in the guitar case!”

Denali couldn’t take her eyes off Rosé when she heard the guitar’s first chord paired with the honey-like vocals.

My life’s been magic seems fantastic

I used to have a hole

in the wall with a mattress

It’s funny when you want it

Suddenly you have it

You find out that your gold’s just plastic

The black-haired girl quickly pulled out her phone, opened her voice memo app, and hit record. She wanted to treasure the magic Rosé’s voice brought.

What she failed to notice while she was so into the song was a pair of hazel eyes settling on her as the song reached its climax.

A couple of days later, Denali had just finished with her teaching job at the local ice rink when she spotted Olivia on the railings.

“The suspicious lack of a certain pink-haired girl makes me think that you still haven’t asked her out” she heard the younger girl say as she skated her way to her.

“You’ll never let it go, won’t you, Liv?”

“Not when I see that you like her and, from what I’ve seen, she is at least interested in you. Mik tried to ask her out yesterday after your shift was over,” the other girl replied.

Denali furrowed her brows, “Wait, he was serious about asking her out? I thought he was just joking!”

“If you don’t act on your cute pink crush, you can’t expect everyone else to stop for you,” Olivia reasoned, “if it’s of any help, Mik did say that, and I quote ‘she didn’t want a piece of this fine ass’”, she finished, air quoting their co-worker.

“To be honest, the dude’s barely got an ass compared to me,” Denali muttered, but her best friend managed to catch it.

“Well, as Symone said, you do have a fat ass,” Olivia commented, causing both of them to laugh out loud.

She continued, “Point still stands though, you gotta do something or you might just end up regretting not doing anything about it”.

The dark-haired girl sighed, “I know, I’m just… scared to get hurt because she seems so cool and unreachable, and I’m just so… me?”, she confessed, resting her arms on the rails.

“Give it a chance, Nali,” Olivia replied, laying her hand on the skater’s arm and giving it a gentle squeeze, “And just in case, if she fucks you over, we’ll just unleash Kandy on her!”, she added, making Denali chuckle.

“Girl, if she knew you said that…”

“She would do absolutely nothing because she’s too busy chasing after that Joey guy”, she didn’t miss a beat with her reply, giving her a knowing look, “Almost forgot to ask, are you coming later to the club with the others?”

Denali shook her head, “No, sorry. I don’t feel like clubbing today, I’ll just skate a bit more and then go home to watch some Netflix”.

Olivia shrugged her shoulders, “You do you, girl. But think about what I said, okay?”

She gave her best friend a small smile, “Thanks, Liv. See you at work?”

The younger girl nodded and left Denali to her thought as she exited the room. The black-haired skater turned her head back to the rink, noticing that only a few people were left on the ice.

She took a deep breath, putting her earbuds back in and looking through her phone to decide on what song to use for her last routine of the day. Her eyes fell on the voice memo app, immediately reminding herself of the recording she had taken just a few days prior. She hadn’t even listened to it since she had recorded it.

It wasn’t a clean recording, she could hear the sounds of the city and the people around her, but she closed her eyes and focused on Rosé’s voice, letting it guide her.

The music fully took her over as she performed her usual stunts.

I’m way up in the clouds

And they say I’ve made it now

But I figured it out

Everything I need is on the ground

She found herself in the center of the rink, the bridge of the song was blasting in her ears. She smiled to herself as she started to spin, gradually picking up speed while Rosé’s high notes were all she could focus on.

Just drove by your house

So far from you now

But I figured it out

Everything I need is on the

Everything I need is on the ground

The recording stopped abruptly, she remembered how she had to bolt away, almost missing her bus home.

Denali could hear her heavy breathing, suddenly aware again that she wasn’t alone. But she had made up her mind.

She was going to talk to Rosé the following Wednesday.

That Wednesday the diner was busier than usual, giving Denali barely a moment to think, let alone realize she was missing Rosé’s set outside.

She glanced at the clock.

5:26 PM

Shit.

She turned her head and looked outside the diner’s big windows and saw that the pink-haired girl was starting to gather her things.

“Miss Iman just left, go to her! We’ll cover for you and we are not letting you get back in unless you got a date!”, Olivia said quietly enough for just her to hear.

Denali couldn’t help the grin spreading across her face. She grabbed some of the tips that she had made before she bolted outside, faintly hearing the cheering of her friends.

As she reached Rosé on the other side of the road, the singer’s back was facing her, she didn’t seem to have noticed Denali yet.

The black-haired girl took a deep breath, just like she had done on the ice rink, and let the tips fall into the still open guitar case.

The noise of falling change was what made Rosé turn around, a surprised look on her face as she registered Denali’s face.

“Denali?”

Gosh, she could hear the other girl say her name all day.

Wait.

“How do you know my name?”, Denali asked slightly confused.

Rosé didn’t reply but simply pointed at the waitress’s chest.

Oh, right. The nameplate on her uniform.

“That and also I tend to remember a pretty face when I see one,” she added, now her attention fully on the shorter girl.

“Oh, yeah, right”, she fidgeted awkwardly, not knowing where to look, “Uhm, I just wanted to say that you have a really beautiful voice. You can consider me your first fan when you make it big”.

Rosé smiled at her and Denali couldn’t help but notice how beautiful of a smile she had.

The singer turned back to her stuff, shuffling things around and leaving the brunette to her thoughts. She wanted to ask the taller girl out but felt all her courage leave her body.

Way to go, Nali.

“Well, Uhm, I think I should-”, she started but she was stopped by the pink-haired girl, who had finished packing everything up.

“Here, this is for you”.

It was a jewel case cd, a picture of Rosé in a very 80s inspired attire on the cover with pink marker writing across the front.

‘To Denali

My first (and hopefully not last) fan

Rosé xo’

It was signed with a small rose doodle next to Rosé’s name and, much to Denali’s surprise, a phone number along with the phrase ‘put it to good use’.

She looked up to find the other girl staring at her, her guitar case strapped on her back. She gave her a wink and started walking towards the subway.

Denali stood there for what felt like forever as she watched Rosé disappear in between the crowd of people roaming the streets.

She looked back down at the cd, committing the number to memory. She turned around to look at the back, her eyes were drawn to the tracklist.

She smiled when she saw On The Ground.

Finally, she didn’t have to listen to a shitty phone recording to enjoy it.

“Wait, what? You had recorded it all secretly and shady, mama?”

Rosé’s laugh filled the room as Denali tried to hide her face on the other girl’s bare chest.

“You’re an ass! I just wanted to use it for one of my skating routines”, she muttered, causing her girlfriend to laugh even harder.

“I find it cute that I’m not even famous and my music has already been pirated!” she commented, “I’m already halfway there to stardom, baby girl,” she added, kissing the top of Denali’s head.

The shorter girl groaned as she hid the increasing blush on her cheeks, rolling her body so that she was on top of the pink-haired girl.

“Well, miss Rosé, is it pirating if it was for personal pleasure only?”, Denali teased, running her hands upwards on the naked skin, slowly lowering herself until her face was inches away from her girlfriend’s.

She felt Rosé’s hands take a firm hold of her behind, “Oh angel, I’ll show you personal pleasure,” the singer replied, eliminating the little space left between their lips as Denali brought her hands to cup the older girl’s face.

Rethinking about those lyrics Rosé had written months prior, Denali knew she was right, she did have everything she needed on the ground.

It was to be right there with Rosé.

#rpdr fanfiction #denali foxx #rosé #olivia lux #gottmik #rosnali #fluff #lesbian au #diner au #s13 #moonshot #submission

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puckinghell · 4 years

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57 with Willy please

“If you wanna stop with the heart eyes at Willy, that would be great,” Kappy grumbles, as he takes a swig of his beer. “Now you’re just encouraging him.”

You giggle into your cocktail. “I don’t think he needs me to encourage him, Kap. This is just who he is.”

“Yeah,” Kappy answers, “but you’re making it worse.”

As it stands, Willy is on the dance floor with Mitchy, both of them dancing like they’re possessed. They’re really drunk, because Tyson found out there’s such a thing as a chocolate martini and the three of them have been drinking them like water, all night.

“They’re so embarrassing,” Matts says, but it’s impossible for him to hide his grin.

“Nothing Mitch does embarrasses you.” Morgan is the reasonable one, as usual. “And nothing Willy does embarrasses Y/N. That’s what happens when you love someone.”

Both you and Matts start sputtering in protest at the same time.

It’s honestly more reflex than anything else. You don’t really care that the guys know how much you love Willy; it’s not like you ever try to hide it.

Sometimes you even think Willy himself knows. He’s just never done anything about it, so, neither have you.

You spend some more time chatting to the guys, when suddenly there’s something warm and heavy draping around your shoulders.

“Y/N, älskling, kan vi åka hem?”

“Still don’t speak Swedish, Will.” You reach up, curl your hands around his forearms. His chin is resting on your shoulder, and the scent of his cologne is mixed with the scent of bar.

“He asks if you two can go home,” Rasmus Sandin offers, helpfully, “and he’s calling you sweetheart.”

Well, yeah, you’d gotten that part. The boys coo and you feel yourself blushing. Willy, to his credit, doesn’t seem to care; but then, Willy never really seems to care about anything that could be considered embarrassing.

You say goodbye to the guys and follow Will outside, your hand safely tugged in his. He’s swaying a little, but he seems steady enough on his feet that you risk walking him home; his place isn’t far from the bar and you worry about mixing chocolate martinis with car rides, when he already gets motion sickness.

“You never get embarrassed by me,” Will says. It’s not said in a certain way, just very matter-of-factly, as if he’d never noticed that before. Luckily, as well, he’s switched back to English.

“Why would I?”

Will shrugs. “Everyone does, sometimes. I get it.” He sounds a little put out, and you hate that, because you know he cares more than he lets on, sometimes.

“There’s only one you, that’s for sure, Will, but I quite like that.” You smile at him, squeeze his hand a bit tighter.

Suddenly, Willy comes to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk. It’s 3am and there’s nobody around, otherwise someone would’ve definitely bumped into you.

“You know, I’ve dated a lot of people.”

You roll your eyes. You’re well aware of that point, and you don’t like to be reminded of it, because it hurts, a little, knowing that they got to have Will in a way that you don’t, but really want to.

“Like, billions of people,” Willy drawls, which is objectively not true, but. “But there’s nobody like you. Nobody that gets me like you do, and nobody that loves me like you do.”

You hope the night is dark enough to hide the fact that your cheeks are colored bright red.

“You’re drunk, Will. Come on, let’s go home.”

Will obediently starts walking again. Your hand has slipped away from his, and you don’t dare to reach out and grab it even if you miss the warmth of it.

“I get drunk sometimes, and I speak without thinking, and most of the time I don’t have a clue what’s going on.”

You’re not even sure if Will is talking to you, or himself, at that point.

“And I make stupid mistakes, sometimes the same one twice, and I mess up and I act like a fool.” Willy stops again. This time, you turn to him.

“You’re not a mess, and you’re not a fool,” you say, keeping your voice soft. “Will, come on.”

“Hold up,” Willy says, eyes widening. “I’m having a god damn epiphany right now, Y/N.”

Fine. Sometimes, you’ve learned, it’s better to humor him and just get it over with.

“What’s that, then, Will?”

“You’re always there.”

Something in your stomach clenches. “Well, yeah, but…”

“No, you’re always there.” Will takes a step forward. “When I mess up, or when I feel broken, you’re there to fix it. I make a fool out of myself and you stand by my side while the rest of the world rolls their eyes. You defend me when everyone thinks I’m wrong. And when I’m talking out of my ass, you tell me to shut up with the most love anyone’s ever told me that with.”

Fucking great, clearly Kappy was right, you make your feelings for Willy way too obvious and this is him telling you to cut it out, this is him telling you it’s creepy, this is…

“You love me.” Will’s grin is a little on the smug side. Instinctively, you take a step back, not wanting to face what comes next – I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way – but Willy follows you, reaches out and curls his hand around your face.

“I’m not going to kiss you right now, cause I’m drunk and you deserve better,” he says, and wait, what? “But I need you to know that. Me too, you know? That’s why it’s never worked out with any of those other people. There’s only one you, and you’re what I’m looking for.”

Your mouth makes an O-shape, but no sounds come out. There’s something so real and open in Will’s expression, and it cuts through all of the protective walls you’ve built around yourself.

“I’m gonna kiss you tomorrow,” Will says, and then he smiles. “Promise.”

You walk home with your hand in his, and the next day, he makes good on that promise. Many times.

#this is google translate swedish so dont come for me if it doesnt make sense #william nylander #regular blurb

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