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keiko86chanart · 2 years
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Wow, I didn't know that my Police buds AU was so popular that they made even a Playmobile set of them! 😂💚
(PS: is even a spoilering one, as I was planning to made Valjean a Suretè member in the future chapters... 👀)
PPS: in a month my internship stage work will ends, so I will be finally able to resume ALL of my project, including this silly comic!
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juanabaloo · 2 years
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First Killl! Here's my live (ish) blog of E07 "First Goodbye."
the english captions on this are so bad. Netflix do better.
Ben and Cal and a bunch of students are questioned by the cops. This is so so bad. No! Don't talk to cops. And if you ever do, never talk to them alone. At least Cal says: "where I come from police can't question a minor without an adult present." and then she leaves, not asking for permission. Cops want you to think you have to stay, even when you are not detained. Fuck cops. ACAB.
they got the whitest looking Latino guy to be the "spanish speaking character with 20 seconds of screen time." *eyeroll*
Both J and C end up surprising their parents by bringing the other to their home in this episode. Both parents are NOT into it, but eventually come around to not actively killing the girlfriend. I like that the show makes it clear the parents have zero issue with their queerness. (Cal explains her family is fine with it, and Juliette's sister was good with it.) The problem is the whole vampire - hunter thing.
Yay! Cal's parents are very supportive re the bad watcher guy that Juliette ended up killing. And then both of Cal's parents are in super protective mode when the terrible Guild people show up. The Guild is like the Watcher's Council (from BTVS) but more diverse, more competent, and not British. Fuck 'em. Funny that the one Guild woman is possibly an ex of Jack's.
It feels very real that Juliette makes this off-hand joke about Cal being a monster in the car to a cop and that spirals into the mob looking for Cal. Even the cop snidely remarks on Juliette's privilege in making the joke. The monster checkpoints only seem to work for vampires since they use silver. (see police aren't good for anything!)
Oliver makes another appearance. I def don't trust him. Apparently Sebastian is a ghoul, whatever that means. He's now stronger? They fight but Oliver leaves in the end.
The MAAM group, led by Bunny, is still dismissed by the show. Desperate Housewives, Lululemon lunatics. LOL that Bunny, the only southern accented character, is listening to Shania Twain's "Man I Feel Like a Woman." Shania has a fake country accent and this song was a big country crossover hit. It's a catchy tune with a laughable "we're rebelling against restrictions" vibe. Huh.
Uh. Theo! Here's a gif from earlier where he lies to protect Cal. He feels alone about his mom-trauma-flashbacks so he isolates himself. Nooooo. I love love love the scene where Talia agrees to "leave him alone" (meaning stop trying to talk about it) but then gives him a huge hug, which he gladly accepts. But..... the episode ends and after Apollo accidentally stabs him it seems like maybe he's dead? Or very badly injured??
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Apollo and Elinor, who met before, end up making out in the bar bathroom. This clearly ends badly with the stabbing, and she mind melds both Apollo and Theo so they forget what happened. She doesn't seem sad or concerned at all. I DO buy A and E as a potential couple. A and E fit together, the way they act and their personality, and I feel like they are well matched looks-wise. Note E admits "I always fall for the stupid ones" meaning she was falling for A. But getting him to stab his brother is not a good move for any sort of budding relationship or even hookup.
After Ben explains the mob is looking for Cal, Margot tries to kick Cal out. Cal correctly explains why that's a bad idea. That's twice now Cal outsmarts the supposed older wiser adult. (First with the cops and now with Margot.) Go Cal!!
LOL at Margot with the "mismatched furniture" line.
And then J feels scared about the intent of the hunter family, which hmmmm. I guess their actions the night of her Debutante Ball are just now hitting her? Anyway, I can forgive it bc of the great moment with J and C.
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awwwww. OK, last episode tomorrow. Lots of stuff for them to wrap up. I assume they'll leave some stuff dangling and hope for a S2.
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Here’s everything I remember from the test😛😛😛
~Which valve opens during diastolic? 🤷🏻‍♀️
~Positioning pt in CHF- sitting position with legs dependent or fowlers? I chose sitting with dependent bcuz it didn’t mention and peripheral edema or swelling so like yahhhh😝
~what stroke is most common hemorrhagic? Don’t remember if it’s which brain stroke is most common or just regular stroke? I chose hemorrhagic 🩸🧠
~do significant Q waves mean mitral valve insufficiency? 🤔
~mitosis/ meiosis #MEHOYMINOY
~relative refractory period & absolute refractory period😬
~mallampati class 1??? 0/10, I have absolutely no idea wtf that is never heard of her who tf is Mallampati??? We don’t know her
~papillary muscles in ❤️
~pericardial tamponade ECG changes
~give glucagon in beta blocker overdoses 💊
~polymorphic ventricular tachycardia med to give: magnesium sulfate (polymorphic ventricular tachycardia is a MeDiCaL tErM🙄for torsades)
~bradykinesa??? 🤨
~if you nasaltracheo intubate a person and meet resistance, do you go in the other nostril? Cuz that’s what I put lolz😝
~binary fission? Idk wtf that is 🤷🏻‍♀️
~pathological Q waves
~ataxic gait… no idea what it is
~a 24 yo female has a 3 cm laceration above her right eye. She smells of alcohol. Vitals are normal. She states “I’m not going to the hospital😡” do you a.)call police to take her to detox b.)transport her to the hospital c.)have her sign a refusal form d.)treat her wound & have her friends take her home (that is literally the entire fucking question- word for word no idea how I remembered it but slaaaay)
~you are responding lights and sirens and see a school bus with its lights on and stop sign out. Do you a.) ensure there’s no children then proceed b.)turn off your lights and sirens, stop, then wait for the bus light’s and stop sign to be off (I put b)
~infant👶🏻 in cardiac arrest v-fib 20,40,80J school or 100, 200, 300, 360? 🤷🏻‍♀️ I did the kg conversion and chose 20,40,60 I can’t remember what the pt. weighed but bcuz they gave the weight in kg that’s why I chose the 20,40,60 kg to J conversion think it’s wrong thou😭
~do significant Q waves mean mitral valve insufficiency 🤔
~which leads for inferior MI will show reciprocally ❓
~reciprocal ECG changes😑
~beta blocker overdose scenario: 20ish yo male, call came in as a suicide call😵 bud lives w/ roommate who called, says bro been feeling depressy. Metoprolol pill bottle found near him (beat blocker drugs), he’s also a diabetic with an insulin pump. He remains unresponsive. One of the possible answers was stop the insulin pump but I didn’t chose that cuz we don’t give insulin in the field so yahhh no stopping pump is what I chose
~APGAR score: baby was moving n crying, ❤️ was 70, peripheral cyanosis and r’s @ like 30-40 I put 9
~inferior MI will show up on which leads: II, III, & avF
~some shit about trismus? dekwtf that is
~ do mast cells cause decreased vascular permeability, vasoconstriction, vasodilation, or sumthjn else I can’t remember 🤷🏻‍♀️ I think it’s vasodilation
Possibly more to come
😛😛😛
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this
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jakesguitarstring · 2 years
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Vinyl Collection Masterpost
inspired by @gvfrry (x) and @mamavanheat (x) I finally got organized and sorted my record collection :) thank you both for posting your collections! such an incredible idea to share a common hobby! <33
I thought I would share as well because I love my collection so much. Almost my whole collection is thrifted and spending the day record hunting is literally my favorite thing in the world. I have eclectic music taste, so its all over the place haha, and I've been collecting for around 5 years. Somehow I have over 100! Don't know how that happened!
My absolute favorites are in bold.
104 total vinyls below:
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The 5th Dimension – The Greatest Hits on Earth
5 Seconds of Summer - CALM
5 Seconds of Summer - Youngblood
75 Musical Masterpieces – Volume One (3 Records)
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Andrews, Julie - Broadway’s Fair
B
Beethoven – Symphony No. 6 in F (Pastoral)
Brahms – Piano Concerto No. 2 in B Flat
C
Cash, Johnny – Bitter Tears
Cash, Johnny - The Heart of Johnny Cash
Cash, Johnny - Johnny Cash Collection - His Greatest Hits, Volume II
Cash, Johnny - Johnny Cash Sings Precious Memories
Cash, Johnny - The Legend
Cream – Early Cream of Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce, Ginger Baker
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The Darling Buds – Erotica Plays EP
Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist
The Del Fuegos – Boston, Mass.
Donavan – Greatest Hits
Dudek, Les – Ghost Town Parade
E
Ecstasy, Passion & Pain – Self Titled
F
Fiddler on the Roof – Original Broadway Cast Recording
Fitzgerald, Ella – Compilation
Fitzgerald, Ella - Smooth Sailing
Flash and the Pan – Self Titled
Fleetwood Mac – Self Titled
G
Gershwin, Ira – Rhapsody in Blue
Gibran, Kahlil – The Prophet
Godspell – Musical
Godspell - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
The Grass Roots – Move Along
Grateful Dead – American Beauty
Grateful Dead - Built to Last
Grease – The Original Soundtrack From the Motion Picture
Greta Van Fleet – Anthem of the Peaceful Army
Greta Van Fleet - The Battle at the Garden’s Gate
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Hendrix, Jimi – Band of Gypsys
Herman’s Hermits – The Best of
The Hollies – Distant Light
I
J
Jackson, Michael – Bad
Jackson, Michael - Thriller
Joel, Billy – The Stranger
K
Karate – In Place of Real Insight
Kentucky Woman – Come by the Hills
The Kinks – State of Confusion
L
Lauper, Cyndi – She’s So Unusual
Lennon, John – The Collection
Love – Forever Changes
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The Mamas & The Papas – Deliver
Manning, Roger – Self Titled
Mantovani – The Moods of Mantovani
McCartney, Linda & Paul – Ram
Mitchell, Joni – Blue (2)
Mitchell, Joni - Clouds
Mitchell, Joni - Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter
Mitchell, Joni - The Hissing of Summer Lawns
Mitchell, Joni - Ladies of the Canyon
The Monkees – Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones LTD
Mountain – Live: The Road Goes Ever On
Mozart – The Piano Concerto in B Flat
Muse – Origin of Symmetry
My Fair Lady – Broadway Production
My Fair Lady - Original Soundtrack
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Orchestra – Memories of You
P
Paramor, Norrie – In London, In Love
The Police – Every Breath You Take (The Singles)
Prince and the Revolution – Purple Rain
Q
Queen – Greatest Hits
R
Raitt, Bonnie – Takin My Time
The Rink – Original Broadway Cast
The Rocky Horror Picture Show – Movie Soundtrack
Romantic Strings – Dancing in the Dark
Ronstadt, Linda – Heart Like a Wheel
Ronstadt, Linda - Prisoner in Disguise
Ronstadt, Linda - Silk Purse
Ronstadt, Linda - Simple Dreams
Ross, Diana – All the Greatest Hits
Russell, Leon – Will O’ The Wisp
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Scriabin, Alexander – Two Tone Poems
Seals & Crofts – Diamond Girl
Simon & Garfunkel – Greatest Hits
Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds of Silence
Sondheim, Stephen – A Little Night Music
Sondheim, Stephen - Into the Woods
Sondheim, Stephen - Merrily We Roll Along
The Sound of Music – Original Broadway Cast
Spann, Otis – Greatest Hits
Stills, Stephen – Self Titled
Stills, Stephen - Self Titled 2
Streisand, Barbra – The Broadway Album
Streisand, Barbra - Funny Girl
Streisand, Barbra - Greatest Hits
Streisand, Barbra - The Third Album
Styles, Harry - Self Titled (2)
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Tchaikovsky, Pyotr – Romeo & Juliet
Tchaikovsky, Pyotr - Symphony No. 6 in B Minor ( Pathetique)
B.J. Thomas – Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head
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V
Vampire Weekend – Modern Vampires of the City
Van Halen – Self Titled
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Wakeman, Rick – The Six Wives of Henry VIII
Wagner, Richard – Overtures
Walrus – Self Titled
Wings – Wild Life
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Y
Z
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huihuiheart · 4 years
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Goretober D12: No Way Home - Ateez
Ateez + Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Serial killer themes, stalker themes, murder, death, suicide, poison, explosion, heights, falling, beating, fights, guns, mauling, gore, blood, drowning, mentions of police and police reports, threats, mention of poison gas, hospitals, mentions of drugging.
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Sitting in the hospital bed all you could do was stare at the copy of the police report they had left with you. Saying they’d return for it it tomorrow, but if you remembered anything to add it to the paper or to tell them. The problem wasn’t remembering, despite your head trauma, the problem was that you couldn’t forget. Looking down at the paper in your hands again, as best you could with one swollen eye anyways you felt sick once again as flashes from the evening filled your mind, and still the people who had found amusement in your torment were no where to be found.
You wanted to run. Hide. Wake up from this nightmare. Anything at all to make it disappear. You had no idea how to live with the events of that evening......
October 11th - 9:17 pm
“Dude that is the sketchiest haunted house invitation I have ever seen.....and that saying a lot, considering it’s literally for a haunted house.” Seonghwa teases Jongho over his little suggestion of activity for the night as your group started to walk up to the abandoned looking building, it looking a rickety four stories high. 
“There’s still three weeks to Halloween bud, we don’t have to do all the scary stuff right away.” You tease the youngest even more lightly pinching his cheek with a small laugh. 
Jongho pouts with a small whine, “Hey! It just seemed like something fun that everyone can do together. You all said you wanted to get out of the house more! If that meant you guys wanted to go clubbing you should have said so!” 
“It’s fine, we’re just messing with you.” Seonghwa assures ruffling his hair, everyone still laughing as we enter. You and Yeosang jumping as a secondary door drops behind the last of you looking almost like the iron gate of a castle. Putting your hand over your heart you let out a breathless laugh at being so easily spooked.
“If you’re gonna be that scared Tiny you can stick with me, I’m a certified human shield.” Yunho slips his arm around your shoulders, he’s chuckling deep in his chest, but a soft concerned look is on his face. 
“I think I’ll be fine. I just don’t expect things sometimes.” You assure him, yet move to take his hand in yours anyways to calm some of his concerns. You may not have been the youngest, but to the boys you were their Tiny. The one they had to protect. 
Looking around one the immediate area of what appeared to be an office hallway was lit up, trying the doors you could see they were all locked. With furrowed brows you and the boys looked around before moving to step into the darkness not knowing where else to go. Only lights flicked on down the path to illuminate the hallway, straight to an elevator who’s doors opened.
“Going up?” I voice echoed through the building sound system, the voice holding a twang to it. The sound nothing southern in nature, but instead almost shrill as if holding back a laugh of some sort. Seeing nowhere else to go and assuming this was just part of the aesthetic of the house you all trudged cautiously to the elevator, squeezing in together. Once the elevator stops you all get off into the room it opens to you before swiftly shutting and dropping down to where it could offer you no way out. The room lighting up to reveal 12 dishes of different fruits. 
You look at Jongho with furrowed brows before you make any move to go examine the food, “Jongho....out of curiosity...what exactly was the theme of this haunted house?”
Jongho pulls out the flyer and offers it to you, “I don’t know Spectacle de something or other...” He shrugs.
Looking over the flyer your eyes widen, “Jongho. It says Spectacle de Mort....that means Show of Death.”
“Show of Death is right! Cause now we’re live, and we’re in for quite the treat with nine of you here. This should give us entertainment for quite some time. You see this is no ordinary haunted house. This place was designed to haunt you, while amusing us and a whole live stream of viewers. Not with little frights though, that amusement passes too easy... No, here you’ll be risking your lives. Simple as that. You all work to complete the activity assigned until your numbers have decreased by at least one person before the next door is unlocked. That is the only way to get out of here.....oh and one more thing. If you don’t do the activity it’ll be much less entertaining for us, but we can kill all of you by flooding any room with a poisonous gas...though it would still me mildly entertaining considering it’s an hallucinogen too.”
Your heart sinks at the voice’s instructions, watching as Jongho pales shoulder’s slumping.
 “I never should have brought us here. It really was a bad idea and a sketchy haunted house flyer and I’m so stupid...” He mumbles before you pull him into your arms, trying to shush him softly, cooing into his ear.
“Shh, shh, Jongho you had no way of knowing. Besides we won’t even know if it’s a hoax or not until until we do something, so let’s just worry about that for now. Okay?” You rub his back gently guiding the way further into the room. Picking up the cue card of instructions to read it.
“One out of the twelve is poisoned. Chose wisely and take a bite, for one is the forbidden fruit.”
You and the boys looked around debating your options. Though if this was legitimate, then at least you each had even odds and no one would have to bear the guilt if something went wrong. Each of you carefully trying to pick a fruit and hoping this was some sick joke instead of reality. Hongjoong picking strawberries, Seonghwa oranges, Yunho kiwis, Yeosang apples, San pineapple, Mingi blueberries, Wooyoung pears, Jongho mangoes, and you picked grapes. Everyone second guessing the whole time until one by one you took a bite and could only wait and hope. A long moment passes and nothing seems to happen as you drift closer to the end where Jongho and Seonghwa stand by the fruits they picked and closer to the door until Jongho starts coughing. It’s only a little at first as his hand comes up to rub at his throat it feeling funny along with his skin heating up. You look at him, eyes widening in shock as you see how pale he starts to look before the coughing suddenly gets harsher to the point of him coughing up blood. Nearly collapsing to the ground before you and Seonghwa catch him and help him sit. You gently rub and pat his back while holding him up and against your chest.
“E-Easy Jongho, just try to breath okay? We got you.” You try to assure him, but when you look up from your spot besides him to make eye contact with San your eyes are glistening with tears. The boys desperately scrambling to find any exit or to get someone’s phone to work to call for help realizing this is in fact legitimate and none of you were safe here, especially Jongho who possibly only had a few moments left. Jongho soon getting weaker as he only weakly sputters out blood and whimpers softly, relying on you to sit up even, before entirely going limp in your arms. Sobs finally breaking loose as you cup his cheek, gently wiping some of the blood off his face.
“C-Come on Jongho you gotta stay awake, we’ll find a way to get you help. J-Just please wake up.” You beg him, even as the door finally clicks open to the next room you don’t want to leave him alone. It’s only when Seonghwa gently takes him from your arms and lays him down that you let the boys take you to the next room hoping to find an exit there.
The next room seeming much more like a lab with all sorts of chemicals and test tubes, the whole area would have just reminded you of Chemistry class and how badly you sucked at that if it hadn’t been for what you just went through. Yunho holding you close and rubbing your back gently, absorbing your cries into his chest as he sniffles a little as well. Hongjoong finding the little card with instructions this time.
“One by one add the chemicals to the one in the center of the room. One of you might be lucky enough to get an explosive reaction.”
“Let Y/N go first.” Hongjoong stops Yeosang from going to grab one and get it over with and the boys all stop to look at him confused, “The chances of picking a safe chemical go down with each one. So Y/N first and then youngest to oldest. Except I’ll go last instead of Hwa.” 
“I-I don’t wanna do it that way. That’s not fair to the rest of you.” You whimper out before Hongjoong pulls you into another hug, gently wiping away your tears.
“It’s alright Y/N. Whatever happens is what happens, it’s not your fault. Now go pick one please and just get it over with.” Hongjoong assures gently before letting go of you, to gently nudge you towards the test tubes. You were kind of hoping that in staring at them something would give away which one would be deadly and just suffer the consequences so that the others wouldn’t have to, but you weren’t so lucky. Finally you chose one and poured it in, waiting and watching for a few moments and yet nothing had happened. It went on for a while until it was just Seonghwa and Hongjoong were left, for the first round anyways. There were more test tubes than there were you all.
“Joong you should go next, really. I’ll take my chances.” Seonghwa insisted, but Hongjoong wasn’t having it as he nudged Seonghwa over gently like he had you earlier. Seonghwa finally giving in as he goes to pick a test tube and pour it in. Waiting a moment nothing seems to happen, until he turns his back to it and it starts to sizzle. Seonghwa’s eyes widen and he quickly turns back towards it trying to cover the explosion with his body to protect the rest of you from it.  San realizing what was going on and pulling you close to shield you behind him too little shards of glass that made it through piercing his back as he keeps you safe. Him glancing over his shoulder to see what damage had been done as the next door clicks open, but not letting you around him to see as he firmly holds you and leads the way through to the next room. The speaker system cackling again, signaling the people who you wanted to curse out are ready to try and communicate with you again in a form other than paper and death.
“Wow! Only two deaths and you already have over 500,000 live viewers. Your quite the popular little group of individuals, aren’t you? Keep it up and we might just let one of you actually survive.” 
The words weren’t what will haunt you though, it was the mocking laughter that rung out afterwards. Echoing through the room, before the sound system cut it off again. You shake your head, eyes burning from tears unable to shed anymore in this moment and you were only two rooms in out of however many they wished to torment you with. Yeosang taking a turn to comfort you while Yunho looked at San’s back trying to help him out. Mingi going to look at the next paper.
“Some locked doors can be opened. Each person pick a door and step through to see what’s waiting on the other side. No cheating.”
Yeosang lets you hug him tightly as you both kind of waddle your way over to where the keys are with the other boys, “Go ahead and pick Y/N. Pick carefully.”
“You too.” You tell Yeosang softly, despite knowing that one person less would be leaving this room than entering no matter how well you all picked your keys. Yeosang kisses your forehead softly, squeezing your hand in comfort with a small smile before picking his while you chose yours. One by one you unlocked your doors all finding a pitch black entranceway. Even the ground was blacked out not providing any sign of what was to come. Until you all stepped through and you heard Yeosang’s scream. Turning towards where he’d been you see him fall in, running over to try and catch him and nearly sliding into the hole yourself if it hadn’t been for Wooyoung catching your leg. 
“Y/N you can’t just throw yourself head first into a hole like that!” Wooyoung scolds pulling you back and into a hug with his kneeling form, softening as he sees fresh tears on your face, feeling some falling from his own. 
“I-I just....I-I thought I could save him.” Your sobs have you shaking against Wooyoung’s chest as he rocks you gently, scooping you up to carry you into the next room.  
“I know, but we just have to try to make sure as many of us stay alive until help can get here. Over 500,000 people are viewing this live, I’m sure someone has called help by this point and they’ll try to help us. Who knows maybe they can save one of the boys.” Wooyoung tries to console you even if he knows himself that it’s false hope.  It served some good in calming you though, you being more hopefully about these things than he naturally was and therefore accepting it for the time being. Wearing through the fresh round of tears and your eyes dried once more, out of them for the time being and wiping your face to take on the next challenge with the boys. Looking around though you found no paper, hoping perhaps you’d been through enough torment to satisfy them. You knew it was too good to be true as the voice came over the speakers again though. 
“So while you’ve been busy entertaining our guests we’ve done some digging on you all......and I must say jealousy is a really nasty look. Especially on you Hongjoong. Not to mention the regretful things it can make you do.” The voice sighs before tsking softly, “Poor poor San....he’s got to let you down like this doesn’t he?”
San looks towards the speaker system in confusion, “What do you mean? He’s jealous of me?”
“Oh he most certainly is and because of that he’s going to have to get rid of you.” The voice chuckles darkly, Hongjoong and San both paling as your eyes widen.
“W-What do you mean? I-I’ll do no such thing.” Hongjoong insists practically screaming at the speaker.
“You will though, unless you want everyone in the room to die.” The voice is serious in it’s threat causing panic to settle in among you all.
“J-Just do it Joong. It’s not worth everyone dying over. It’s simple math...one life or six.” San urges softly despite the tears glistening on his cheeks, willing to do this for everyone else’s sake.
Hongjoong gently hugs the other man before looking around the room, “L-Let me see if there is anything to make it go quicker....b-be a little less painful for you.”
The voice laughs again, “You won’t find anything....you’ll have to do it with your own hands Hongjoong. Hope you still have some of those dark feelings for him, it might just make it go faster.”
Hongjoong feels as if he’s going to be sick, his dam breaking now as streams of tears stain his face, looking at Wooyoung and you for a moment, “Cover Y/N’s eyes.” 
His voice is so quiet like it’s barely there, but Wooyoung hears the words anyways nodding softly and turning away from it himself as he shield your face from the sight against him instead. That doesn’t block the sounds though, the cracks of bones and cries of pain. The sobs coming from all the men around you, but not as pained as the heart wrenching ones coming from Hongjoong while he acts. It dying away, but not soon enough as Yunho moves to cover your ears trying to protect you from that as well. Once it’s over you feel Wooyoung’s hold on you loosen giving you freedom to move. Slowly you walk past them to where San’s battered body lay, unmoving and taking the last pained and shuttering breaths as Hongjoong refused to even look at what he did, instead throwing up in the corner. You gently take San’s hand wanting to stay with him, even as the next door opened.
“Y/N.....we have to go if we can’t get out in time to get him help then he really won’t make it.” Mingi softly places his hand on your shoulder. You nod, but lean down to kiss San’s temple first.
“You’re so brave to do this San, but now you gotta stay strong for us. We’re going to get out and get help as soon as we can for you.” You whisper a promise to him before finally letting go of his hand, gently laying it down to go through the door with the others. Your shoulders slump at the sight of a gun, already knowing whatever the plan for the room was would likely not be pleasant if there was such an obviously placed gun. Yunho getting the little paper and reading it with a sigh before crumpling it up and throwing it as if that’s resolve anything.
“They want us to play fucking Russian roulette. Like normal people would hope to do this for the sake of entertaining others!” Yunho shakes his head as he feels like he’s about to crack again. All of you more than spent at this point with still no exit in clear sight. Not without the risk of at least four more people still dying.  
Wooyoung slipped an arm around you, pulling you close. Worrying about you as usual as Yunho stepped back over to the group, trying to discuss what order you should go in and so on. You didn’t pay that much attention to the conversation though, you didn’t really care what order you went in. Someone else would be dying in a few moments and you felt helpless to it. Part of you almost said fuck it and ripped about of Wooyoung’s arms to go take this one yourself just for the sake of the remaining boys, almost. You knew you probably wouldn’t get far though before they stopped you from what you planned to do. Like you’d rather watch them all die in front of you than save one of them. You were drawn out of your thoughts though when you heard a clicking sound, eyebrows drawing together as you tried your best to wiggle in Wooyoung’s hold and get a look around to see what it was. Another of the same sound following only a moment later.
“Guys, what’s that clicking sound?” You question, but are quickly dismissed by the others who are busy debating why their order is the best option. A debate no one had a right answer considering they were all trying to give themselves the worst chance of survival. 
“Not now Y/N, we’ll deal with that in a minute.” Mingi manages to spare you a glance and it’s only then when you realize who’s voice you hadn’t heard through the whole debate.
“W-Wait guys........w-where’s Hongjoong?” You question eyes widening at a third click sound, stomach dropping as you put two and two together. The others finally breaking from the circle to look into the room. Noticing Hongjoong with the gun to his head right as the bang of a gunshot went off. Not realizing you jumped or screamed at the sight before you, not entirely sure the others registered your reaction either. One that was to be expected when you just saw a friend shoot themselves, blood splattering over the walls. Something you’d see in a museum as a sick form of modern art no doubt, if this had been fake. A reality you would much rather wish for. Four doors clicking open this time as the cackling of the speaker comes on again.
“Hm....I guess the guilt was just too much for Hongjoong. It’s a real shame.” The voice mocks the pain the rest of you are going through, “I’ll give you all a moment to say goodbye to him and to each other now, because you’ll each have to pick a separate door and make your way through a maze. Of course the door at the end will only remain open for three of you. The last person will be left with something....not so friendly.”
Getting to the row of doors you stop the boys before they can start to argue again, “No! No more sacrificing yourselves! Then the rest of us are left to carry that guilt! We all have to agree before we walk through those doors that we’ll all try to make it! Whoever doesn’t.....it was at least fair and we know that. Besides there is a chance they can hide in the maze or something until help gets here.”
Silently the boys nod in a solemn agreement, knowing you had a point and all feeling the burdens of guilt themselves. A tight group hug being held for a moment, knowing it was possibly the last time one of you would be in it, before breaking apart and each walking through one of the doors. After a couple of turns through the weaving maze you stumbled across a glass wall, Yunho appearing after only a moment on the other side. Your smile at the sight of him dropped when you realized you couldn’t make out the words he was trying to speak through the glass. The sounds too muffled through the material, with a sigh he gives up after a moment simply putting a hand on the glass. You doing the same from the other side and giving each other a small smile through tear filled eyes. Until your adrenalin spiked again as a roar sounded through the maze. Looking at Yunho again you managed to make out one word before he turned to leave the glass wall, run. So that’s exactly what you did. You ran through the maze, barely calculating which direction would be a wiser choice as your flight instinct kicked in knowing there was a wild animal somewhere in here with you. Seeing the door out in sight you bolt through it, chest heaving when you reach the other side, looking up to see who called your name to see Wooyoung and Mingi already inside. 
“Yunho!” You yell turning back towards the door as you hear a pained scream before the door suddenly slams shut behind you. You bang your first against it with a curse, before Mingi pulls you away from the door, realizing that the room was moving. Going down in fact. Back to the level you first entered on maybe? No, you’d gone too far down for that now. You were in the basement when the doors opened again. The three of you slipping into the room. Wooyoung finding the little paper this time. 
“The way out will be revealed, but at a cost to you. The door will only be opened if one remains behind as a sacrifice.” 
The three of you look around trying to figure what it meant you wanted to do. Though soon you got a clue as part of the ceiling opened up, starting to flood the room with water. Gasping as icy wet soaks your shoes and works it way up your pants, making you feel much heavier. Eventually determine where the door is, a ladder in the far corner leading up to where an opening above could be. 
“What do we do to get it open then?” Mingi asks climbing up and pushing against it a little, “What kind of sacrifice do they want?” 
You all knew what kind, but you had no idea what they expected you to do, until a red flash came from the opposite corner of the room on the floor. Wooyoung looks at you two with furrowed brows, wondering what it could be. Mingi convincing you to step up a few rungs of the ladder as the water had already managed to get up to the waist at this point. 
“I’ll go check it out and let you all know.” Wooyoung decides before trudging through the rapidly rising water to get there. He has to dive below the surface to see what it is, only to spot a button. He presses it and holds for a moment, not realizing that where you were the door opened until he let go to surface for air.
“What did you do Woo? The door opened and then it closed again.”Mingi inquires looking at the boy who’s shaking out his hair and treading water on the other side of the room.
“I pressed a button for a bit. It must be when unlocks the door.” Wooyoung sees you and Mingi both go to offer and he quickly cuts you off, “Don’t even bother there isn’t time and I can hold my breath longest, I’m the one who’ll be able to hold it long enough for you both. Now get ready.”
You and Mingi both deflate slightly, but listen working up the ladder to wait for the door to open once again. Wooyoung waiting until you were both set to dive again, intending to hold the button for as long as possible, to be sure that both of you had made it. Not that it mattered much, the door immediately closing despite his hold on the button as soon and you and Mingi were through. With a soft sigh you picked up the last paper, like you had the first one. 
“The way things will end will come down to fate. Each choice you make could be your last or it could be the one that finally sets you free. The final door will open when every choice has been made, when only one is left standing.”
Lights were over what looked to be two bins with pull tabs, whatever being inside a mystery. You and Mingi exchanged a look sighing softly before making your choices and each grabbing a lever, not really sure what to expect or why you bothered to even play this game anymore. Even if you made it out alive, for what? Even if help arrived in time for some of them, it would simply be too late for others.
“We pull on three? And no matter what happens we agree to live our lives if we make it out?” Mingi questions, forcing a small smile like it would provide much reassurance at this point.
You give a small nod and return one of your own, “On three.”
1...
2......
3.
Pulling the levers neither of you made it out unscathed, a rolling pin dropping to smack Mingi in the head while a hand held mirror dropped onto you. Your arm coming up to block most of it from your head and face, cutting the skin on your arm while the back of Mingi’s head bled a little. Yet, you both knew it wasn’t enough for whoever was watching as the next two bins lit up. So on you went the next bins weren’t as dangerous of items, the problem us that you looked up wondering what yours was the food can the dropped out hitting you in the face immediately leaving a mark that would only get worse with time, eye swelling slightly. Meanwhile Mingi had a wine glass drop onto him, shattering and raining glass down over him, not helping either of your conditions, but not enough to kill yet. The third row of bins lighting up you both stumbled a little, battered from what you’d already been through, but making it to the next one and pulling the levers once again. Mingi’s loud cry broke out before you could see what happened to him, a rather heavy clock having dropped out and knocking him to the ground. You opening yours and quickly trying to shield your head from the mental pipe that dropped out, it was heavy and beat you a bit as it dropped, but not enough to knock you down. Carefully you go over and help Mingi up and to the next one when he insisted he keep going along with you, pulling again through the tears and swelling of your eye you didn’t see what dropped onto Mingi, only hearing the way the impact knocked the wind out of him in a pained manner while you simply had a grouping of ceramic plates fall onto you. The click of a door opening was enough to let you know how things turned out, trudging your way through shattered remains of the plate with little care and knowing you couldn’t bare to see what Mingi looked like now you made you way through the door. Entrance now in sight, in big flashing red above it the number of viewers your group had gotten the sick bastards who did this to you...... 23, 897,674...
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Looking down at the police report again you shake your head, carefully reaching up to wipe your tears.
Police Report - Event reported 10-12-2020 - Time: 2:47 am
Choi Jongho - Cause of death: Poisoning. Victim stated through ingestion of mangos. Substance: Unknown
Park Seonghwa - Cause of death: Killed by an exploding test tube.
Kang Yeosang - Cause of death: Fell into a empty elevator shaft and onto old support beams. Body not located.
Choi San - Cause of death: Blunt force trauma, beaten by another man according to victim statement. Body not located.
Kim Hongjoong - Cause of death: Suicide, gunshot wound.
Jeong Yunho - Cause of death: Mauled by a wild animal, suspected missing lion. Body not located.
Jung Wooyoung - Cause of death: Drowning. Body not located.
Song Mingi - Cause of death: Blunt force trauma, beaten with objects; rolling pin, wine glass, clock, potentially more we have yet to find.
Y/L/N Y/N - Victim: Traumatized, suffering from major injury, taken to hospital where report was filed.
Assailant: Unknown. Multiple accomplices also in the wind.
You’re about ready to crumple up the paper and toss it aside, but as the doctor comes in again you settle for just setting it onto the wheelie tray they had for food and move it aside.
“Hello Y/N, we’d like to ask you something. Looking over some of your test results we were a little confused by it and wanted to see if you knew anything about it.” The doctor speaks softly and although you were long tired of questions, you nod anyways. Knowing that he was only trying to help and that you’d made Mingi a promise at the end.
“Do you happen to know why there was a hallucinogen in your system?”
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“Ding Dong the Bells are Gonna Chime...!”
This Day in Julie-history: Julie Andrews weds first husband, Tony Walton sixty years ago on 10 May 1959.
When Julie Andrews and longtime beau, Tony Walton finally decided to marry in the English spring of 1959, they had hoped to keep the wedding relatively low-key. Rather than plump for a big city venue, the couple chose to hold the ceremony at the small parish church of St. Mary’s Oatlands in Weybridge, close to their collective family home of Walton-on-Thames in Surrey. In her memoirs, Julie recalls that, even though she and Tony had both grown up in the very next village, she “had to prove residency in the parish of Oatlands” in order to get married at the picturesque mid-Victorian church (Andrews: 258). So for six weeks prior to the wedding, the star moved into the nearby Oatlands Park Hotel, making the daily commute into London for ongoing performances of My Fair Lady.
However, as profiled in our last post, the couple’s courtship had been a focus of such intense media attention that there was little serious hope they’d be able to keep the wedding out of the public eye.  And, lo, come the big day, a sunny and unusually warm spring Sunday, a phalanx of over sixty reporters, press photographers and newsreel cameramen was on hand to cover the event. What’s more, a huge crowd of fans and public well-wishers –– ranging in estimates from two to three thousand––congregated around the church and surrounding lanes to get a glimpse of the star bride. It was a carnival-like atmosphere complete with “ice cream men and even a winkle stall” (Rolls: 2). “The pretty tree-shaded churchyard looked like Hampstead Heath on a Bank Holiday Monday,” noted one press report, “as fathers, mothers and children struggled on the lawns littered with ice lolly-sticks and sweet papers” (Marlborough and Court: 5). 
More than two miles of cars clogged the roads leading up to the church, so not surprisingly the bridal party was a little late in arriving, pulling up to the front of the church ten minutes behind schedule. As Julie emerged from the bridal car, led by father Ted Wells, the crowds surged forward and news crews rushed to get shots. Some women reportedly fainted in the crush and “[t]eams of police had their hands full making way for Julie” (Rolls: 2). “This crowd makes me more nervous than playing Eliza on the first night,” exclaimed the star (ibid.). Ever the consummate professional, Julie took it in stride with reporters marvelling that “throughout the Hollywood-style hysteria, Miss Andrews remained calm, cool and apparently unperturbed” (Marlborough and Court: 5). 
She also looked every inch the resplendent star bride in a stunning seventy-yard rose-budded white organza gown that had been designed specially for her by husband-to-be Tony Walton. Made from the designs by Julie’s longtime friend, theatrical costumier Madame de Rachelle, who had provided several earlier bespoke dresses for the star, the bridal gown had an estimated cost of £350, a substantial amount for the time. Rachelle also helped dress Julie the morning of the wedding, painstakingly fastening all 72 buttons at the rear of the gown with a small buttonhook (Hickey: 5).
Once inside the church, the wedding party was able to relax a little during the 35 minute service. As the officiating vicar quipped, “Forget your friends inside the church and the crowds outside. There’s nothing high-falutin’ about a marriage service” (Hickey: 1).* The 300-strong guest list was weighted heavily with local friends and family but there were a few famous faces dotted among the pews, mostly theatre folk who had been important to Julie during her career. Stanley Holloway, Robert Coote, and Noel Harrison, son of Rex, were on hand to represent the My Fair Lady crew. Rex was unable to attend as he was abroad visiting his ailing wife Kay Kendall in Paris. Sandy Wilson and Vida Hope flew The Boy Friend flag and others were there from Julie’s early radio and pantomime years such as Hattie Jacques and Vic Oliver. Further celebrity friends included Maggie Smith, Svetlana Beriosova, Anne Rogers and the official wedding photographer was none other than Tony Armstrong-Jones (Cottrell: 118). 
Following the ceremony, the bridal party and guests made their way to the reception at the Mitre Hotel in Kingston-on-Thames directly opposite historic Hampton Court. Thousands more lined the roads to cheer them on and some even hired rowboats in an effort to get a closer peek at proceedings from the riverfront (Rolls: 2). Inside, the three hundred invited guests were treated to a lavish champagne supper with dance music provided by Johnnie Howard and his Orchestra who played inevitable selections from My Fair Lady but also from Sandy Wilson’s Valmouth with which Tony had been successfully associated (“Denmark Street”: 7). Maintaining the dual theatrical theme, the three tiered wedding cake was topped with two miniature figures, one in Eliza Dolittle flower girl costume and the other in an artist’s smock (Cottrell: 121).
After it was all over, the newlyweds were driven straight to London airport to catch a late night flight to Los Angeles. It was billed as a two-week “honeymoon”, though it was in fact more of a working holiday with Julie taping a TV special with Jack Benny and Tony working on designs for a new musical (Cottrell: 122). Julie recalls that she and Tony slept most of the long flight to California, both exhausted from their big day. As the flight prepared to land, Julie writes that as she slowly roused, she saw Tony smiling at her in the next seat:
“’Help!’ I said to him in a very small voice. He nodded, knowing what I meant. The festivities were over; we were married and heading into the unknown” (Andrews: 262)
Notes:
* In her memoirs, Julie gives the name of the officiating vicar at the wedding as Rev. Keeping, “a charming man, kind and gentle in our meetings with him” (Andrews: 259). Press reports from the time, however, list him as Rev. John McKitterick (Hickey: 1; “Marriages”: 12; Rolls: 2). Far be it from us to suggest that she-who-is-practically-perfect-in-every-way got it wrong, which is why, in one of the photos accompanying our previous post, we followed Dame Julie’s lead and identified the kindly vicar as Rev. Keeping.
Sources:
“2000 at Julie Andrews’s Wedding.” Belfast Telegraph. 11 May 1959: 8.
Andrews, Julie. Home: A Memoir of My Early Years. London: Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2008.
Cottrell, John. Julie Andrews: The Story of a Star. London: Arthur Barker, 1968.
“Denmark Street Doodles.” The Stage. 21 May 1959: 7.
Hickey, William. “Phew! What a Scramble for the Bride and the Motorist: My Fair Lady Marries Boy Next Door.” Daily Express. 11 May 1959: 1, 5.
Marlborough, Douglas and Court, Monty. “PictureMail Goes to the Stage Wedding of the Year: Shouting Women Delay Julie.” Daily Mail. 11 May 1959: 5.
“Marriages: Mr. T. Walton and Miss J. Andrews.” The Times. 11 May 1959: 12.
Nathan, David. “C-r-a-w-l-i-n-g Home But What a Loverly Day it was for a Wedding.” Daily Herald. 11 May 1959: 1, 3.
Rolls, John. “Cor! Wot a turn ant for Eliza...” Daily Mirror. 11 May 1959: 2.
Photographs by Tony Armstrong-Jones, Ron Burton, Kenneth Denyer, and Terry Fincher.
© 2019 Brett Farmer All Rights Reserved
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The murder of Rhonda Hinson
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Left is Rhonda Hinson in elementary school and right is a photo taken during her senior year at East Burke High  School. Photos courtesy of the Hinson family.
(Editor’s Note:  The 1980’s was a violent decade for women in Wilkes and surrounding counties.  At least four young women were murdered between 1981and 1987—their cases remain unresolved:  Rhonda Hinson of Burke County — who has relatives in Wilkes County, Angela Hamby of Wilkes, who disappeared in 1982,  Sherry Hart of Ashe County, and Candy Roberson of Wilkes. This series, “The Killing of Rhonda Hinson” is the second in a trilogy of murder cases that will be detailed in The Record over the ensuing weeks and months — cold cases of crimes perpetrated against women over 30-years ago, whose families await justice and closure.)
    By LARRY J. GRIFFIN
  Special Investigative Reporter for The Record
 I closed my eyes for one second, and you were gone.  Now, my heart aches, my eyes leak, my soul mourns, and my family is broken. Only a moment that changed forever….You can be sure you will live in my heart forever…I miss the me I was when you were here… –A Facebook meme posted by Judy Hinson
 Bobby Hinson remembers his daughter’s prediction.
“Rhonda told me that it was going to snow on Christmas Day,” he said. “We were always betting on when it was going to snow, and she told me that it would be on Christmas that year.”
Already there had been some moderate, late December snowfall in the Burke County Foothills; so, there was more than just a slight chance that Christmas, 1981, would be white.
“…And sure enough—as we were walking out of the house to go to church that morning, large white snowflakes started falling,” Bobby recalled, as he gazed into the middle distance.
It was Friday, December 25th.  As dads and moms and children gathered around Christmas trees bedecked with garland and twinkling lights to open treasure troves of colorful gifts, one family of three—undergirded by relatives and friends—quietly buried Rhonda Hinson.
Rhonda Annette Hinson was born 12 days before Christmas in 1962—Thursday, December 13th—the first child and only daughter of Judy and Bobby Hinson. “It was 2 p.m.,” Mother Judy remembered.  Their baby girl was healthy; however, the final days of pregnancy, leading up to the birth, were not without issues.  
“We were living in Great Falls, S.C., at the time—in Chester County.  But before Rhonda was born, my doctor discovered that she was going to be a breech birth with her legs tucked against her little chest.  So, he sent me to the hospital in Rock Hill, in York County, because they had more experience with breech births.”  
Fortuitously, the attending physician succeeded in turning her infant daughter, and Judy was able to give birth, without resorting to a “C-Section” delivery.
“Rhonda did undergo therapy for the first year to make sure her legs would grow in the correct position—the sessions were successful,” recounted Ms. Hinson.  “I once told my daughter about the problem with her legs being tucked against her chest. I don’t think that she ever forgot that story, which could account for her excelling in sports so she could use those legs. I mean, she played tennis, basketball, ran track, danced, twirled baton, and always marched in Charlotte’s Thanksgiving Carousel Parade.”
Judy freely admitted that she was a typical, doting first-time mother who held her newborn all the time.  “I didn’t realize that it was OK to lay her down and to let her cry a little.  So, I kept her wrapped you and held her all day long.”
Once while cuddling her neonate, the young mother drifted off to sleep.  “I was worn out and fell asleep.  And when I woke up, I was in a panic—Rhonda was not in my arms.  I looked down at my feet; there she lay--sleeping away on the floor.  She must have rolled off my lap onto the floor, but was so wrapped up that the tumble didn’t hurt her.”
When their daughter was 3-months old, the Hinsons decided to move northward to North Carolina where Judy’s brother was living.  Bobby took a job at Waldensian Bakeries in the hamlet of Valdese—one that he would hold for the duration of his working-life.  The young family of three moved into a gray block house located on a backstreet, adjacent to both the elementary and high schools, in the tiny town of Drexel, about three miles away from the bakery at which Mr. Hinson was employed.  
Eventually, they moved into Valdese proper and welcomed an addition to the family.  Robert Hinson Jr., “Robbie,” was born on Saturday, Jan. 27, 1968 at Valdese General Hospital—the Hinsons’ last child and only son.  Across time, a close bond developed between a baby brother and his older sister.
When Rhonda was 6 years old, she was enrolled in Valdese Elementary School; the Hinsons lived nearby.  Initially, the school experience did not seem to agree with the budding academician.
“About everyday at lunchtime, I would see Rhonda walking from the school toward the house.  And every time, she came in complaining of a ‘terrible headache,’” Judy laughingly recalled.  “The school day was much too long for her, I guess; she could only tolerate about a half-day.”
Circa 1972, the Hinson Family moved a few miles east of Valdese toward the village of Rutherford College.  “We lived in a trailer park there for a while—but not for very long.” Judy recounted. An incident occurred that left an indelible impact upon their 13-year-old daughter and could conceivably account for her lifelong obsession with safety.
“Bobby had to be at work at 2 o’clock in the morning. Not long after he left, we were in bed when I heard someone yelling and beating on the door.  I got Rhonda and Robbie out of their beds and brought them into my bedroom just before someone knocked the door open and walked inside. We went out the back door to a neighbor’s house and called the police.”
When law enforcement arrived, they discovered a drunken intruder who was visiting from out-of-town and thought that he was breaking into the trailer at which he was staying.  Though no harm came to the mother and her children, neither Rhonda nor Robbie wanted to return to the trailer.  
“They were frightened and didn’t feel at all safe anymore,” Ms. Hinson averred.  “So, we had to locate another place to live—and fast….We took about the first place that we could find available at the time—a house on Hillcrest  Street. which we live in now.”  
Even before she started school, Rhonda Hinson demonstrated a penchant for being in the limelight.  When she was 5 years of age, she was among the cast of the 1968 inaugural production of the Burke County outdoor drama, From This Day Forward—a history play, written by Fred Cranford, chronicling the story of the arrival of the Waldensians who settled in the Valdese area.
(Ironically, this writer was among the original cast of that production staged in August, 1968.  I recall that a number of children of sundry ages were involved in the play and rehearsed dance sequences regularly in the Valdese High School gymnasium, adjacent to the outdoor stage.  Little did I realize at the time that among the children, with whom I frequently interacted, was 5-year-old Rhonda Hinson.)
“She was in the outdoor play for three-years. Her daddy went with her to every rehearsal and every performance.  And throughout elementary school she also danced and twirled baton—she was always doing something.  Rhonda loved being in the limelight,” her mother recollected.
While attending Valdese Junior High School, Rhonda was a solid, consistent student who continued to excel in extra-curricular activities, among which were basketball and the junior varsity band.  She played the clarinet and continued to do so when she matriculated at East Burke High  School in 1978.  
Ask anyone who knew her and the story is the same—everyone liked Rhonda Hinson.
“Rhonda was well-liked by everyone,” remembered Sarah McBrayer, who lived across the street from the Hinsons and attended East Burke High  School with their daughter.  “She made friends easily; she didn’t carry grudges; she smiled and laughed and was always in an upbeat mood.”  
“There was absolutely no way that she had any enemies--anywhere,” said her closest lifelong friend, Jill Turner-Mull.  “We moved here from South Carolina in 1973—I was in the fourth grade and Rhonda Hinson was my best friend even back then—in fact we became instant best friends, and she loved for me to brush her hair…The two of us might as well been sisters.”
Jill’s mother, Revonda Turner agreed, “They were together all the time.  Rhonda spent a lot of time at our house just as Jill spent time at the Hinsons’.”  
Jackie Griffin Berry, who shared homeroom and several classes with Rhonda, remarked, “…she was quiet…had lots of friends, and liked to play sports.”
In fact, she excelled in sports, earning accolades in basketball, track, tennis—even varsity band.  Jill Turner-Mull recalled her best friend’s sports prowess.  “While I cheered all three years in Junior High School—grades seven through nine—Rhonda played basketball.  However, during our sophomore year in High School, we did run track together. Though Rhonda was noted for her [general] athletic ability, tennis was her passion.”
Like most teenage girls, Rhonda dated during her formative high school years.  “She dated a couple guys, one of whom was Don Gilbert,” Mother Judy recalled.  He was such a nice young man; I liked him a lot. I remember being angry with Rhonda when she stopped dating him.”
Jill Turner-Mull recalled Gilbert as well. “Yes, Don was a very nice guy, and he really liked Rhonda.  But I don’t remember her dating anyone steady.”
But that was about to change.  
During her junior year, a quiet, rather studious young athlete named Greg McDowell caught Rhonda’s eye, and a romantic relationship began to develop between them.
Rhonda Hinson had slightly longer than 24-months to live.
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grown-ass adult people really still outchea complaining about mary sues like they have some stake in a fictional character who ain’t real getting together or not getting together with another fictional character who ain’t real or stopping some evil fictional character who ain’t real from doing some bad thing in a fake universe that doesn’t exist like damn bitch
this isn’t about a personal experience or anything, i was just checking something in google abt ‘adult content’ on FFN since i saw some fics which included “rated M for lemons!!” (holy shit did this person ever date themselves LMAO) even tho FFN hasn’t allowed smut since at least ‘09 (WAR FLASHBACKS) but i guess ppl are still doin’ it? idgaf i was just curious if rules had changed and i’d been censoring myself/fading to black for no reason lol
anyway, in searching for information i came across the fanfic subreddit, and at first i was like “oh this is p cool, maybe i’ll snag a u/ and join in” but then i found a couple of threads where ppl on there are really bitching/complaining abt ppl writing self-inserts and OCs and using “mary sue” as a derogatory term and i’m like... b i t c h i’m TIRED
tryna fuckin’ come in here telling me a woman doing anything remotely cool is a “mary sue” when Batman EXISTS like OKAY
like tbf, i used to shit on “mary sue” OCs and self-inserts when i was a lot younger (think like early 2000s), but in my old fuckin’ age (it’s been a hot minute lads) i’m like... let ppl write what they wanna write like DAMN lol
not everything that ppl post has to be relatable or enjoyable for YOU, PERSONALLY to read... here’s a good rule of thumb: if u don’t like the content, ur not the target audience
close the window. block the user. update your blacklist or filters. get ao3 savior. move on.
you have almost full control over the curation and policing of your own online experience w fanfic, and being an absolute assclown abt someone’s content is not a good look, bud
anyway, if u use the term “mary sue” in a derogatory fashion, and/or shit on ppl who write self-inserts/reader-inserts, OCs, etc. i’m probably giving u the stink eye and won’t like or get along w u
i PERSONALLY don’t care for self-inserts/reader-inserts, don’t read a lot of them, and don’t typically write those stories, either. but i’m still perfectly fine w giving ppl the platform to post that content bc SOMEONE who isn’t the author is gonna read that work and enjoy it.
so anyway, this is basically a callout post on anyone who tries to get mad that ppl write stuff they personally don’t like: it’s not abt u. let ppl write what they wanna write. it literally has no effect on ur life, whatsoever. ur not under any obligation to read something you don’t enjoy, just as the writer is not obligated to produce something specifically for u.
consider this: fanfic is FREE. it’s FREE content, lovingly produced and curated by fans, for fans. fanfic is almost never produced with malefic intent, so think about that the next time someone’s work makes u mad AT THEM for creating it.
pro-tip: if someone writing content that makes THEM happy or THEY enjoy makes YOU angry, YOU might be the problem, j/s :)
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I work at an assisted living facility as a waitress/dishwasher. Fuuuck this job. Very long post, sorry. 1) Fuck Managers: There's never any management on the weekends. It's the weirdest thing, there are never any managers scheduled for Saturday and Sunday. Occasionally the activities manager, kitchen manager (my boss) or maintenance manager pop in for like half a day, but they don't do anything. The kitchen and maintenance managers sit in the office doing fuck all, and the activities manager tells me what to do, stays for the event, and leaves. Nobody does anything when the nurses or aids complain, either, it's like they don't care. 2) Fuck Cleanliness: The kitchen is disgusting. The dish machine especially. The thing is fucking ancient, and it's just smaller than a home dishwasher. When you drain it and take out the metal filter, the while bottom is covered in brown lime. I have to run things through at least twice to get a half-decent clean, and drain/clean/refill it after every meal. Not to mention I don't know how to refill the soaps and sanitizers that run through it. I became a dishwasher when my coworker who was the dishwasher fucked up her shoulder so she couldn't do dishes why more. No one ever told me how to do temps, refill the bottles, stop it leaking (which it does, constantly). I am ServSafe certified and working in this kitchen kills my soul. No one washes potatoes. It's the simplest thing, just wash the fucking potato before you stick it in the microwave. I get physically sick when I eat off anything that goes through the dish machine. 3) Fuck Coworkers: There is really only one person I truly fucking hate, J (male). K (female, the previous dishwasher) is sort of unpleasant and we've had issues before, but we're much friendlier now. But J is a douchecanoe. J is separated from his wife for, from what I've heard, one very big reason. He doesn't eat solid food, only liquids. What he beings to work is vinegar, water and honey, and he will have fruit and raw vegetables like once a week. He and his wife had dinner not too long ago and he got really sick because he can't handle food anymore. What really pisses me off is that he's apparently been here a long time, and he won't do simple things that would make all of his coworkers life easier. He won't prep anyone's meals but his own, he doesn't make specials (we have a special every meal) in advance, only as we call them, when K calls off and it's just me all day waitressing 11 tables and washing dishes, he helps me with exactly nothing, he leaves early EVERY FUCKING TIME, if he finishes early he's supposed to at least take my trash out, but he's repeatedly fucked off and left me to go outside in the pitch dark and rain, there are things, like refilling the drink spout, that he just flat out refuses to do. He's a dick. 4) Fuck Clients: I actually likes lot of our residents, they're sweet and they tell me stories and compliment my hair (it's blue). But some of them make me want to scream obscenities and walk out into traffic. D (female, late 70s), is ridiculously inconsiderate. She's taking meds that destroy her taste buds, so she can't taste anything. But, she'll get the special anyway, only to take two bites and yell at me across the room that she wants a baked potato with butter and a vanilla ice cream. Every. Single. Time. And I have to just toss what she ordered the first time. She and her buddies,W (female),Mr and Mrs J, MJ (female) and Dot (female), repeatedly sit six to a four person table, and there's only two tables any of them will sit at, so if they're dirty they just sit down anyway. Mel (female) is the kind of person who likes to take charge of others, meaning she really likes to order me and K around. She can't get it through her damn head that I am not an aide, I'm only in the kitchen/dining room, I can not take people back to their rooms. L (male) won't fucking shut up. Some days he's better, but usually he flirts with any available woman. It gets especially annoying when I'm swamped and clearly don't have time. Y (female) is the absolute worst. She's in her late sixties at the most, and totally lucid. She's only here because she lived alone when her diabetes put her in a chair and none of her kids wanted to take care of her. She's got this thing where she can be really nice, but she's actually a total c*nt. She reminds me vividly of my grandmother, who I absolutely hate. She has called the police several times, mostly for theft of things that were later found in her room. There's always a hard line on her chin where she stops with the bronzer. Sunday her son left her wheelchair charger in her van and she wanted me to go get it, which I would get fired for. She eventually got M (male aide that doesn't even work on her hall) to do it, and then she called the police and I don't know why. There's a little lounge area in front of the dining room and she'll sometimes just sit there sobbing in full view of the dining room. When she first got here she zoomed up and down the halls in her electric wheelchair and had to be taken aside and told to stop, because those things can really hurt somebody. I found her later sobbing about being treated like a child. Fuck no, bitch, you were actually endangering people! She once took one look at the breakfast I handed her and left. I still had to toss it. After she eats, she rolls to every table and gossips and (loudly) talks shit about all of us that work there. She once accidentally brushed my hand and started blabbing apologies, and when I said it was ok, she said "oh,honey, you know this place is like living behind the iron curtain for me." I just stared at her and walked away. Fuck you bitch, leave if it's so fucking bad!!! Actually she is leaving on Saturday. I'm fucking ecstatic. 5) Fuck Miscellaneous Weird Shit: Upper management is convinced that this particular set of people is used to eating large meals in the middle of the day, and light dinners,so that's what we do. Which is not totally incorrect, but that was when they had jobs and children and actually DID things and burned energy. They aren't doing that now, and they eat the miniscule meals for dinner at 4pm, then bug third shift for food, which sucks because we lock the kitchen at 7. And the food budget is dirt. I was hired from a group interview. It was the chef (my boss), and the HR manager who was really nice and has since found a much better job. They asked us questions like "what's your spirit animal and why?", "what would you do if you stumbled on $12m tomorrow, no banking" (because that's what happened to the original owners and they built three identical shitty nursing homes). It was super weird. I was only hired because I was the only one applying for the kitchen. The two other people hired the same day have already quit. I keep seeing mandatory meeting notices, but no one has ever talked about a mandatory meeting. In Memory Care, there's about 15 residents. At any given time, they're sleeping or sitting in front if the TV. They don't do anything. Family members fucking LOVE to yell at me about the food or the care. Like yeah, bitch, I know it's shit, but see this ugly brown t shirt and labelmaker nametag? I can't do fuck all. Come here on a weekday and yell at management. Fuck my job. My very first job.I'm not nuts and I'm not being lazy or just imagining things, like my parents are convinced I am. Everyone I work with sees this. We're going to get shut down and I'm going to fucking laugh.
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hi hi my friends ! i have finally compiled all of my backstory files & have decided to put them together for u in one giant post since some of u were interested ! i linked the texts where certain info is referenced for some things that u might have missed !!!! n also u don’t have 2 read this @ all like y/n is still YOU these are just like the mini fics i wrote 2 help me write the texts so they’re all unique 2 each individual boy n everyone has their own stories n personalities !
pls put ur reading glasses on 2 protect ur lil eyes bc we are abt to go on a luv~ journey
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Y O O N G I:  custard bread couple
how they met: 
they met @ a clothing store !!! the stylists had finally caught on that yoongi had been taking home his ~work clothes because honestly he had been a lil too lazy to shop or dress himself lately and after he gave them back he was left w very little clean things and didn’t want to go through their communal laundry pile n figure out what was his so he decided to just shop instead. so he went out w the standard celebrity hat + mask disguise combo and tbh noticed y/n working in the shop right away bc she was in the darks section hidden between two racks of sweaters n secretly using her phone. and it was kinda cute n funny to him 1. bc she was slacking off during work and 2. bc she was dressed in white n pastel pink so she did more standing out than blending in. n so yoongi pretended to look thru a rack of black sweaters for a few mins before he cleared his throat n said “is playing hide and seek part of the job?” and y/n obvi jumped bc she didn’t even realize someone had been in that section and dropped her phone on the ground. so she was pouty and ready to kinda say something bratty back but as soon as she took one look @ yoongi n his hat + mask she bursted into laughter and said “you look like a walking police sketch” min yoongi pretty much lost to the demonic possession that is love @ that very moment
backstory: yoongi’s y/n
her parents run an art gallery in gangnam !!! they always gave her lots of freedom 2 pursue her own interests so when she was little she did everything from piano to taekwondo to dance to collecting dragon ball figurines but also rilakkumas. she never rly had 2 worry abt anything bc her parents are super supportive. and now……..because she’s always had so much freedom, she doesn’t exactly know what she wants to do w her life ??? because a lot of things interest her ?? and choosing one thing doesn’t seem like a decision she’s ready to make yet !?? so she got the job @ the clothing store bc she wanted some responsibility  (even tho she breaks company policy n is on her phone half of her shift) and routine. n it made her feel a little less guilty abt being ~taken care of i guess ???? but tbh she doesn’t give herself enough credit bc she does a lot for other ppl ??? esp for her parents like she’s always helping out @ the gallery and running errands hmm other things. she has an older brother who studies film (her fam is generally v artistic) n he’s quite serious n like the definition of perfect child and she likes to tease him a lot but she takes care of him a bit too she’ll call him like “ i dropped off some candles n boxes of tea @ ur apartment bc yesterday you looked so stressed u kinda resembled goku abt to go super saiyan. that can’t be good for ur health !!! take care of urself ”!!!! um tbh when yoongi n y/n were getting to know each other like ~deeply she was kinda worried that he’d be put off by her upbringing bc tho they are not completely polar opposite, his is still very very different from hers and she was afraid that maybe he’d judge her for it but it wasn’t like that @ all !!!! yoongi was v happy & relived (?!!!) to hear this bc he knew that she had 3 pillars of support if he couldn’t be there for some reason and also it was so……….. relieving………. for his heart to know that she hadn’t been hardened by the world ??? and like y/n had been studying his reaction super closely totally prepared for some judgment but the only thought in yoongi’s head was “thank god thank god thank god” because y/n is like his own little heaven & that’s hella cheesy for him to think so it’s probably why he calls her demon instead. he likes that she has many interests because she always has something new to tell him and she knows a little abt everything so when they go out n she explains something to him he feels proud ???? and impressed and smitten ?? and not the usual annoyed bc she talks abt things a lot cuter and with less pretense than namjoon does when he’s being a know it all. but he doesn’t feel like y/n is a know it all. she’s just a sharer !!!! she wants to share everything w yoongi from random facts abt soccer or art or the extensive n complicated backstory of the band gorillaz & she gets excited about it and yoongi LOVES it !!!! he loves that when she’s excited the first thing she thinks abt is telling him so he can be excited too and he loves that he doesn’t have to guess what she’s thinking or feeling bc she tells him everything. she doesn’t hide from him and so he feels like he can’t hide from her and pushes himself to be more honest and open and it’s so relieving to finally be able to fully share himself w someone !!! the only thing that takes years off his life is that yoongi is like 90% of y/n’s impulse control (i think u could tell that in a few texts) lmao
custard bread couple things:
side characters - custard bread lady. y/n’s best friend sooyoung who has a very straightforward and ~jeongguk like personality.
reoccurring themes: custard bread, stop saving his fansite pics, love is demonic possession lmfao, RILAKKUMA VS KUMAMON, this face ;( 
nicknames:  brat (he calls y/n this usually followed by ;( ) demon (they call each other this lmfao) yoongz (y/n calls him this) mim moomgi (y/n calls him this)
how they met custard bread lady:
it was predating. yoongi was walking y/n to work one morning (which….. he’d rather be sleeping but he wouldn’t be able to see her for a week after that so he decided to milk all the time he had) n they decided to stop @ custard bread lady’s shop bc it was open and on the route 2 y/n’s job so it seemed pretty convenient (they had never been there before) n the plan was to get yoongi’s black coffee & y/n’s hot chocolate n get out of there within 5mins which seems like a reasonable plan but little did they know a middle aged man from h e l l would be the customer ahead of them. & every time yoongi tells this story he swears this man must’ve had zero concept of the coffee making process bc he was like ridiculously offended that he’d have to wait a few minutes for his coffee n completely yelling @ custard bread lady for no reason which was……….delaying the production of his coffee even further. n y/n wanted to step in so bad yoongi could see it all over her face she wanted 2 straight falcon punch this middle aged dude all the way to whatever sad desk job he has for disrespecting the god they would come 2 know as custard bread lady. but he knows her. she’s too high maintence for prison.  so yoongi rolls his eyes and very loudly says “just go buy a bottled coffee from f*cking starbucks if ur really in that much of a hurry” and the man turns around like what did u say u punk. who do u think you’re talking to. and yoongi has decided to just completely pretend like he didn’t say anything bc if u dont give demons like this attention they’ll eventually go away so he takes the opportunity 2 step up to the counter n is like “can we have a black coffee n hot chocolate pls we’re prepared 2 wait as long as u need” n custard bread lady is so confused bc the man is like still yelling @ yoongi (who is holding tightly onto y/n so she doesnt turn around like “HE SAIIIIIIIID JUST GO BUY A BOTTLED COFFEE FROM F*C—”) so custard bread lady prepares their order n the guy is yelling @ yoongi who is now scrolling through twitter on his phone & taking mental note of all the new curse words he’s learned from this man and eventually that dude leaves (not without threatening to find yoongi later) and custard bread lady is relieved that he’s gone & is thanking them like they’re some kind of heroes & they’re like we literally didnt do anything @ all. but she’s appreciative anyway n throws in free bread w/ their order and unknowingly changed their lives n taste buds 4ever 🍞
face claim:
gfriend eunha
(idk if these are technically face claims bc i rarely show their faces ! i just like 2 use the same girl for one member to keep the texts consistent & unique 2 them)
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S E O K J I N - ajae couple
how they met: 
they met @ uni !!! seokjin is hardly ever on campus (he’s a v busy man) so he was super super lost n confused trying to find a restroom one day. and while he was wandering through the halls he saw y/n carrying a 50 ft stack (an exaggeration) of coloring books (there’s a reason ehehheh) and even tho his bladder was abt 2 explode he ran over to help her bc it really looked like she’d fall over if a spec of dust landed on top of them. but being suddenly approached by a tall n broad (n handsome) guy startled y/n so s he fell over anyway. and seokjin laughed his rly rly loud goofy laugh as he picked up the coloring books surrounding her and made a rly cheesy  "wow i didn’t think you’d fall for me this quickly"  joke & @ first y/n was completely appalled but then she realized he wasn’t laughing at her he was laughing at his own joke lmao !!!! not everyone is as confident n open as seokjin he has no problem talking 2 ppl but it was kind of not the case for y/n she didn’t rly know what to say or do so he did abt 90% of the talking as he carried the coloring books (he didn’t ask abt them) to wherever they needed to go n y/n did abt 100% of the laughing bc seokjin held back a little not wanting 2 overwhelm her and because he rly liked hearing her laugh for some reason. so they get 2 where y/n needs to go n seokjin puts everything down n jokingly asks if there’s a 50ft stack of colored pencils that he also needs to bring in n she laughs again so he’s satisfied n decides to quit while he’s ahead. before he leaves he asks 4 her number and also directions to the nearest restroom !!!!!!! 
backstory: seokjin’s y/n
she wants to be a teacher. a kindergarten or elementary school teacher❗️👩🏻‍🏫 she’s like a teaching assistant rn n she’s almoooooooost finished w school !!!! i think what she wants 2 do says a lot abt her personality. very patient very kind & gentle !!!!!! and will indulge in ~childish things like games the way seokjin does !!! but i don’t think she’s as outgoing as him she’s more introverted n shy !!!! she’s the oldest in her family n has 2-3 younger siblings so i think that’s part of the reason why she wants to work w kids so much bc she’s good w them and she loves interacting w them and she has more patience than others do so she’s rly good @ taking the time to understand them…………and seokjin lmao. she listens to him like genuinely listens & appreciates what he has to say and it rly means a lot to him bc there’s certain times when he feels under appreciated or like his voice doesn’t matter but she takes him 100% seriously. she encourages all the silly behavior he’s usually told to suppress bc that’s his charm !! and she thinks he’s sincerely funny and cute and interesting and smart. and tbh most people don’t rly remember that seokjin is his family’s maknae and being the oldest of 7 dudes was probably hard to adjust to !!! they talk abt cooking & baking !! it’s usually seokjin leading and y/n assisting but she’s the one who finds the recipes and stuff n gets so excited bc “omg seokjin is gonna LOVE this !!!!!” and tbh she’s so soft for seokjin he still flusters her a lot even tho they’ve been together for a while so whenever she calls him handsome or cute it’s not bc she knows he wants to hear it but bc she’s still like so in awe of him n probably won’t ever stop. family is so important to her & hers really ADORES seokjin like she mentioned how much her mom loves and brags abt him & that makes her so happy ! n it makes him happy too bc he fits right in & he feels like he belongs ! @ the beginning seokjin was rly worried about scaring her off bc she seemed so shy and stuff and he didn’t wanna overwhelm her but they both got comfortable super quickly bc seokjin is such an easy person to be around and once she started opening up he brought out his full personality. and it’s feels so nice to be himself and have someone w/ common interests and someone he can talk to without feeling like he’s whining. he loves her a lot like rly rly rly loves her n is willing to put aside his pride & admit that she might be the most beautiful person on this planet. he loves to take photos of her when they’re out eating n stuff n it makes her shy but he just like loves looking at her and probably spends most of the day remembering her face. but he also loves like how good she is !! like just a genuinely good person w a pure heart and he thinks it’s so cute that all the games she plays are like super mellow nintendo games like animal crossing !!! he probably bought the game too just so he could give her the fruit from his town and bury bells outside of her house. omg he probably screams when he shakes a tree and bees start chasing him and y/n thinks it’s so cute & funny to watch him panic n then complain abt his character’s visual being compromised bc of the stings. tbh they’d be THAT family that has like a yt account where seokjin uploads vids of him & his son’s mario maker map or snack reviews and u can hear y/n laughing in the background as she’s filming. good & pure.
ajae couple things:
reoccurring themes: cooking, food, video games.
face claim:
red velvet irene
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J E O N G G U K - choke slam couple
how they met:
these 2 frogs met outside a convenience store lmao !!!! u know those claw game machines where u spend like a billion quarters just to fail @ winning a plushie 50 consecutive times ??? that’s what guk was doing. mingyu made the mistake of saying those things were impossible and of course guk had to prove him wrong. honestly @ the time he didn’t even know why he had so many quarters in his wallet but he’d later find out that it was one of taehyung’s weird pranks that he’ll forever be grateful for because y/n who was eating her convenience store ramen very very slowly had been watching him lose to the machine 7 times in a row and tbh it was so f*vkifng funny to her and watching the rly cute guy getting scammed by a machine had made her forget abt the mental breakdown she had bc of exams 1hr earlier. so she stuffed her snacks in her backpack n watched him fail just once more before sauntering over as he turned to complain to his friend. y/n smiled n said hey as she put 2 quarters into the machine & guk turned around v v v startled but his surprised rounded eyes soon filled w/ awe ? admiration ? worship ? as y/n managed to successfully capture a plushie within 4 seconds n then slid it into the large pocket of his hoodie after she pulled it out of the slot. but guk couldn’t do much 2 respond bc what tf a goddess was standing in front of him??! this divine and hot as hell supreme being who conquered the cursed claw machine in 1 shot. so y/n taught him the secret to beat the game and mingyu had excused himself after the pair had won two more plushies together and guk didn’t even feel bad that he had forgotten that his friend was there bc this really really interesting convenience store girl was leaning over his shoulder n coaching him as he went for the doramon plushie and her hair smelt like strawberries. when he walked her back to her dorm there were 3 plushies in the pocket of his hoodie, one in his actual hood, 3 in y/n’s backpack and one in her arms.
backstory: jeongguk’s y/n
a student !!! she’s a 1st yr university student. she kinda reflects where guk might be if he was a ~normal dude. i think that’s why the way they met is kinda important bc it was 2 ppl the same age @ the same place @ the same time but @ two completely diff places in life & feeling completely diff emotions. she grew up in a competitive environment bc her dad is a taekwondo instructor and her brother is a well decorated like student athlete type of thing in that sport. omg so she spent a lot of time there and idk why i gave her a tiny bit of sad story but she lived most of her life w/o her mom so it’s always been her & her dad & brother like eating take out n watching sports together @ home and that was more than enough 4 her. only her & yoongi’s y/n & hoseok’s y/n seem to be genuinely interested in idol groups and for her i think it’s bc she rly turned to girl group members for her female role models n stuff !!!!! she’s living away from her dad & brother for university & that’s probably why she was having a hard time that night they met. and bc guk knows she’s alone he gives her a lot of attention (in f2l texts he always wanted to talk on the phone or FaceTime even tho they weren’t together yet & he talked abt how he loves being w her even tho sometimes he’s just keeping her company while she studies) guk’s y/n is smart and witty and confident and guk really really really thinks she’s wonder woman or something. in his eyes she can do ANYTHING they joke a loooooot and roast each other a looooooooot but he truly believes she’s the most capable person in the world and he thinks super super super highly of her. she’s funny and dependable and ambitious and understanding and she respects the creative direction of his dubsmash vids lmao. bc they joke around so much guk always takes the time to let her know how much he cares abt her so she doesn’t miss understand. like in the christmas texts and valentine’s texts he’s one of the only members 2 rly pour out his feelings bc he makes sure to put in the effort during special days. y/n sometimes tells him that he doesn’t need to bc she knows without him having to say it and she doesn’t want him to feel pressured but he thinks it’s really important that she hears it from him. it’s a real concern for him he’s mentioned it a few times that his instinct is to show affection through teasing her & memes but that’s bc he was scared of the vulnerability @ first but now he’s a self proclaimed Emo™ and let’s her know that she’s loved by him. their personalities are really really similar so they understand each other easily but are different enough that they compliment each other well and are literally each other’s partner in crime (they talk abt how much trouble they get into). idk if any of u watch running man but there’s this episode when haha’s wife guest stars and they’re paired as a team and the dynamic is sooooooo guk & y/n bc even tho they’re competitive and she’s yelling @ him to endure just a little bit longer so they can win the challenge she’s still being like affectionate n like calling him pet names while coaching him and after he gets eliminated from another challenge and it’s her turn he does the same for her and they won the show that day by like playing to the other teams weaknesses and gassing each other up @ the same time omg & the last challenge was something romantic like they had to both pick a random floor of the building to meet on and if they chose the same one then they’d win and they both picked their anniversary and won & it was so funny & cute bc they were like screaming. and that’s how guk & y/n are. partners in crime but @ the end of the day Emos In Luv.
choke slam couple things:
reoccurring characters: wonwoo from seventeen. uyoo the dog. y/n’s best friend yerin. the napkin lady from the convenience store (who hates them very much).
reoccurring themes: kermit memes / frogs, RIPPED (as in everything he raises [kids…….or puppies] will be ripped like him), jeon jeongguk vs jeon wonwoo, getting banned from places, choke slams
nicknames: frog girl (he calls y/n this because he claims that she looks like a kermit the frog meme) babe (usually it’s hot babe lmfao and he never calls y/n this directly only when he’s talking abt her……..to her?) 
face claim:
red velvet joy
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J I M I N - snow couple
how they met: 
they met…………@ the dmv hehehehehehh! jimin can’t drive yet but he really really wants to and in korea u gotta take one written test n two driving tests. mini is there for the first driving test n he’s sosososo nervous bc if he fails this he really won’t hear the end of it from the others……….especially jeon jeongguk. he’s gone over the procedure abt a thousand times in his head and he’s convinced that he’s ready but then the small waiting room door opens and in walks y/n dressed in all white & her hair in pretty bun (she looks like she has v important plans after this) and she’s reading the driving manual they gave him after his written test and jimin is surprised bc he for sure thought he’d get celeb privilege n take the test alone (plus its early morning who else would be here). y/n sits beside him and notices he’s not studying @ all so she’s like hey wanna share my book !!!! and omg shy jimin is like o….kay…….sure as she scoots closer to him. n jimin pretends to read the left page but rly he’s looking @ her through his peripheral n listening to her whisper the ~important things on the right page to herself and it’s kinda calming but also making him incredibly nervous. n when y/n notices he’s totally not reading she closes the book and introduces herself and jimin (v shyly) does the same n she tells him that she thinks she has a 3% chance of passing considering that her brother has been teaching her & it took him 3 tries to get his license n mini laughs @ this and says that he has a 5% chance of passing because bc he only studied last night and exactly 0 ppl have been teaching him how to drive. so they go out to take their tests and jimin cheers for y/n and she fails n y/n cheers for jimin & he fails but it’s ok and jimin’s like “it looked like u were playing v bad gta” n y/n’s like “well u looked like u were 8th place in mariokart” and while the instructor went to schedule another test for them they were talking abt the teasing they’d get from their friends n jimin was describing guk like an elementary school bully & y/n was like “ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ he’s probably just jealous bc ur more handsome than he is” & jimin was gooooooone
backstory: jimin’s y/n
wow a BIG CUTIE a real flower girl like if jimin was born a girl he might be the cute n small n secretly devilish y/n !!! i imagine her parents to be business people or at least someone mildly important bc she always maintains a clean appearance (like even when they met early in the morning @ the dmv jimin made note of how well put together she looked)  and i think she likes that image and so does jimin bc he always feels like he’s meeting up w a princess (except on their secret shinee nights……..that’s strictly business) they can relate to each other in that sense bc even though they’re both very much themselves most of the time there’s still pressure to maintain a certain image in the back of their mind n i think that’s why they clicked right away when they met bc as soon as they stopped pretending to study and joked abt how unprepared they were it instantly became so comfortable. they can admit their faults & insecurities to each other w/o dwelling on it so it’s rly rly rly refreshing n jimin always feels like he’s floating on a cloud when he’s with y/n. she adores him really really adores him so much and i think it’s obvious (even tho she teases him bc his reactions are so cute) bc everything reminds her of him ! jimin has said that she thinks everything small and round looks like him  but i really think it’s bc having tiny jimin’s around when she misses him gives her some comfort !!! i don’t think he’s caught on yet bc he still has a hard time comprehending that someone likes him that much & reciprocates his feelings & attachment 100%. she’s the most insecure abt her bf being around so many beautiful ppl !!! n it’s not even that bad like she only ever mentions one group and the only reason it makes her uncomfortable is bc jimin has talked abt them before and jimin is the best guy in the world 2 her so there’s small feelings of “ah am i good enough for him?” but she usually fights those thoughts off. they have so much fun together & they love meeting up outside bc being cooped up is not what they’re abt !!!! but omg jimin is so determined not to waste any opportunity to spend time w her that he sometimes meets up when he’s v exhausted and ends up falling asleep while they’re out (it’s happened twice in daily texts hehe) and y/n doesn’t mind bc she thinks he’s cute even tho it hurts her that he works himself so hard !!! but she’s okay w/ looking after him while he sleeps bc at least she knows for sure that he’s resting. jimin adores her just as much !!! he thinks she’s so funny & amazing & cute & smart and they’re always giggling abt something or talking abt something excitingly but even if they aren’t doing much like if he’s just resting on her lap before he has to leave for a schedule he still feels like he’s on a high. and nothing makes him happier than checking his phone after a super long day n seeing a bunch of goodnight selcas and msgs~ and he appreciates that she feels the need to take care of him bc she’s never really had to take care of anyone before (she's family maknae) and that must mean that he’s rly dear to her so holds that special feeling and takes it with him wherever he goes~
snow couple things:
reoccurring themes: snow app thirst traps, secret shinee thing, apeach, tiny………..park jimin………tears………..
nicknames: mini (y/n calls him this)
what is the secret shinee thing:
okay the secret shinee thing is a………….game? a competition? initially meant to be a stress reliever but it got way too competitive and complicated over time lmfao okay it’s like competitive noraebang + chubby bunny + other special rules !!!!! so the other person picks a shinee song (member solos are allowed too but usually saved for the final round) for you and u have to sing it with 2 marshmallows in your mouth and during a specific members part you have to dance too. and there’s a banned word that u can’t say & u get 5 points deducted from ur score every time u say it and every time u forget to dance. so u have to try to get a high score despite all the challenges and whoever has the highest combined score @ the end wins. okok for example if mini was choosing for you he’d say something like
 ring ding dong 
 jonghyun
 banned word: butterfly  
and okay if ur score was like 89 but u said butterfly once and forgot to dance once during jjong’s part then ur score would be 79. & if u were picking for mini you’d say something like
taemin 
danger
banned word: stay
and the loser has to do like a full game of chubby bunny (i’m imagining jimin rn and dyyyyying) + buy dinner + something embarrassing that the other person gets 2 chose :p
the reason they don’t want anyone to know abt it is because 1. it’s their special game n they’re worried their friends (taehyungandgukbutudidn’thearthatfromthem) might try to take it over 2. they rly look SO ridiculous while playing 3. jimin is actually friends w/ shinee (taemin) and if they found out abt this he’d be mortified 4. they take the competition too seriously heheh :p
face claim:
gfriend yerin
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N A M J O O N - aesthetic couple
how they met: 
omg they met on set !!!! namjoon is super super super super super super lucky that someone else was sick n y/n was sent to the photo shoot instead. longest photo shoot of his life honestly bc he was hung up on her as soon as she wheeled a rack of clothes past him w/o even looking his way. and he couldn’t help but stare as he was getting his hair done and his eyeliner applied and completely ignoring whatever yoongi was complaining about this time bc the peach tones of her outfit n make up n aura were too captivating & his mind couldn’t rly be bothered to focus elsewhere. and y/n totally knew that he had been staring @ her the entire time bc hello this is y/n she’s always 2 steps ahead of namjoon (which he loves bc he’s always been @ the top of whatever he does he’s never had 2 play catch up before) n so she continued to avoid his eyes as she smoothed out the collar of his shirt & joon was holding his breath bc her perfume that he recognized was really the icing on top of the cake. y/n smiled when he was finally styled to her liking and said “you know my sister likes bangtan. she talks abt jimin 24/7, but i’m more into rappers” joon finally woke up as she was walking away and he shouted out a v awkward “ur wearing chanel no5!!!” and y/n laughed @ his clumsy + cute attempt to impress her. n the fact that she was the smooth one during their first meeting still kills joon 2 this day.
backstory: namjoon’s y/n
she’s a stylist —but not all the way up there yet she mostly does styling for photo shoots n doesn’t have like a person or team she exclusively styles for at the moment but she’d rly like one. she’s interested in design & that would be like a dream come tru and namjoon fully believes in her bc she is so unique & brilliant & pretty much other worldly (in a good way) to him that he knows whatever she creates is gonna be good. she’s like namjoon in that she wants to be cultured ! and has probably studied like foreign language (they talked abt english lessons) or art history or some other interesting thing bc she’s always looking for inspiration. she has a younger sister who loves bangtan (her fave member is jimin) & hates namjoon bc of an incident that happened the first time she met him heheheh her dad is a professor n her mom works very hard to raise the family ! n they’re very well mannered n always had high standards for their daughters n even though they’re not authoritarian style parents y/n & her sister always felt like they had to maintain a certain image. so y/n carries herself w/ a lot of grace & namjoon loves it bc he’s (life threateningly) clumsy. @ the beginning he thought that he was way more into her than she was into him but i think we can all tell from the texts that she rly thinks namjoon is the hottest man alive lmao :p and tbh she finds him rly cute & charming especially the quirky way he dresses & the way he smiles w his entire face & the way he needs to fact check everything !!!!! & she really loves that he’s interested in fashion & supports her work bc she loves sharing each other’s opinions of clothes. they rly are the soulmate couple to me bc even their different interests are similar interests like. they go to record shops/cafes because namjoon likes to find weird english music and she likes to look @ the album art & they have this habit of turning two different things into one common thing. kinda like a puzzle. and that’s why i think they were meant for each other. she’s so openly into him like 24/7 and he pretends to be nonchalant but it flusters him & he loves it but he does his best to act ~smooth. it’s also super good & healthy bc he never feels insecure in the relationship and in return he tries his best to treat her like an actual goddess which she has fun w/ sometimes (the pic of him tying her shoes lmao) but they both receive back the love n attention they give ! it’s a rly good balance. y/n has also mentioned being close w/ namjoon’s mom a couple of times now and he loves it bc he’s such a momma’s boi but sometimes he feels like they just get together over tea and compare notes 📝 bc he’ll get calls from his mom like “you broke her sister’s arm !!!!!!!” or texts from y/n like “i can’t believe it took u 2 days 4hrs and 17 minutes to call your mom back, kim namjoon” lmao they just get each other and are so comfortable w/ each other namjoon can lay his head in her lap and talk abt alternate universes for 3 hours n she’ll let him get all of his thoughts out & he listens to her talk extensively abt the different shades of red. they’re each other’s best friend, personal photographer, #1 fan etc etc. just a good n healthy relationship
aesthetic couple things:
reoccurring characters:  y/n’s sister who hates namjoon. y/n’s best friend seungwan.
reoccurring themes: selfie wars, when will y/n’s sister stop hating him?, ryan, mildly suggestive texts. 
nicknames: baby (he calls y/n this)
why does y/n’s sister hate namjoon:
he broke her arm lmaoooooooooooo ! accidentally ofc ! it was the first time y/n was introducing her to him n she was very very worried bc her sister is a fan of bangtan n had high expectations that he’d be the person fans thought he was. so namjoon gave 2 of the tickets that are reserved for his friends & family to y/n  and her sister and they were gonna meet for the first time after the show n probably eat w his parents or something. at least that was the plan. so everything is over and they’re backstage looking for namjoon & y/n goes to the restroom bc um…….their concerts are like 3hrs long friends. and while she’s waiting y/n’s sister spots namjoon n like naturally she gets v excited bc she’s a fan and stuff n she forgets that she’d recognize him even tho he probably wouldn’t recognize her and she reaches her arm out as he passes to say like “yo my sister is in here” bc he looks like he’s trying to call her on his phone but instead it comes out as a loud n excited HEY !!!! and namjoon looks up 2 see a teenage girl reaching towards him n shouting n wearing the tour merch so he jumps to a very bad conclusion n assumes she’s like a sasaeng or something n gets scared n freaks out lmfao he like pushes his arms out to keep her away n this catches her off guard and she stumbles back n loses her footing n falls v awkwardly n suddenly starts yelling y/n’s name (it all happened v fast they both didn’t have time to react) and namjoon finally recognizes the familiar features and puts 2 n 2 together and hes like oh……………………….shit… and y/n comes out of the restroom and sees her sister on the ground looking livid and namjoon standing in front of her looking like he just signed a deal w/ sweet death and she also says oh……………………shit…and after many bribes including getting jimin to sign her cast she still hates him.
face claim:
apink naeun
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T A E H Y U N G - soft couple
how they met: 
they met at noraebang late one night omg !!!! taehyung was there w jimin and we know tae doesn’t drink but y/n truly thought he was drunk outta his mind when she walked into the wrong room n found him singing (yelling) and dancing to gee by snsd. jimin was so embarrassed (even tho he wasn’t the one trying to hit taeyeon’s high notes) and just looked @ the doorway mortified but tae didn’t care n offered y/n the microphone as he continued to follow along to the choreography as best as he could. and of course he gained a duet partner bc y/n was smitten as soon as she saw the pure (non intoxicated heheheh) excitement in his eyes :b y/n forgot abt the friends she was supposed to meet there and stayed with the 95z until their hour was up. tae made jimin pretend to be hungry so he had an excuse to hang out w y/n some more and invited her to mcdonalds w them and he kept sneaking peaks at her as they walked the two blocks bc he honestly was convinced she was an angel n now that he wasn’t being filtered by the multicolored lights of the noraebang room he felt a lil shy and ofc jimin noticed this right away and would giggle whenever taehyung’s eyes would go wide when y/n spoke to him and when he stuttered out her order to the cashier !!!! so mini had his fun bc he knew that would be the last time he’d ever hang out w them n not feel like a third wheel
backstory: taehyung’s y/n
if u asked taehyung abt y/n he would tell you that she’s an angel. an angel that has been sent down from heaven to love n protect him. she’s everything an angel would be: kind and caring and sweet and open and loving. she let’s tae be tae and that’s a v important thing !!! often he gets kinda scolded for behaving too ~weirdly or they tell him not to act so freely when they’re on broadcast but that’s never the case w y/n. he’s never heard those things from her. she accepts everything he shares & treats everything so specially n like it’s the most brilliant idea in the world. whenever he’s super excited texting her abt things she never shuts him down or refuses to play along she always joins in just as excited & encourages him to express his creativity and so he always feels super good & confident & he’s never worried that she’ll think he’s strange. and tbh it’s not like she goes out of her way to baby taehyung, that’s just who she is as a person. like when they first met & she didn’t turn around and walk out the door but rather joined in on the fun he was having w/o missing a beat !!!!! she’s just naturally rly open & accepting & fun so he doesn’t feel like she puts up w/ him out of sympathy or whatever. he knows it’s genuine & that she TRULY does think his thoughts and opinions are smart & unique & interesting & she really does fully trust him. and that’s why he think she’s his angel and he’s always reiterating his appreciation for her n complimenting her n making sure that she never doubts the pure love he has for her. she’s an only child and bc of that she’s very sociable and has a lot of friends and obvi has no problems starting conversations w strangers heheh. and she’s also a student like guk’s y/n (i see her doing something w medicine like studying to be a pediatric nurse or something n i can already imagine taehyung shouting nurse wifey !!!!!! when he gets a paper cut) and i think she puts a lot of pressure on herself to succeed in school & worries a lot more than he does in general & she doesn’t rly have to talk about it for taehyung to recognize it so he’s ALWAYS alwaaaaays talking abt her positive qualities bc he never wants her feeling insecure & he mentions how he’ll always be there to love & support her no matter what’s going on in her life bc like he said he loves her when she’s sad happy hungry sleepy thirsty sneezy but especially SAD bc that’s when she needs him most. they’re rly soft and pure omg everything they do is so cute like the couple items? scream. most of it is taehyung’s idea bc he’s excited to be in love and he wants everyone to know !!!!! even though he technically can’t let anyone know & that’s part of why he dotes on her so much too. this is a 2 way angel street. he’s her angel too and she feels it all the time !!!! there’s always a happy guy around that brings out the best in her !!!! n she loves the spontaneity that taehyung brings into her life bc they try a lot of new things !!!!! but still keep some regular things like they’re always eating mcdonald’s lmao (pls help these kids) and they don’t feel the need to go out as often the way jimin’s couple does. they stay in a lot and cuddle up and that’s just as exciting to them bc they have big imaginations and a lot 2 talk abt. they don’t stay mad @ each other bc theyre bother very forgiving n understanding n bc their fights are never fights like they both are very thoughtful ppl they’d never do things like forget an anniversary or say something hurtful that they don’t mean. bc that’s not who they are as ppl (esp in the relationship) taehyung’s jealousy is very small n usually half serious ! bc everyone likes her (like everyone likes taehyung)! from grandmas they meet when they’re out to kids in her neighborhood to her professors to his members (especially guk but it’s only in a noona - dongsaeng way & he mostly just feeds her & the other gfs info on tae/the other boys) so he gets nervous but she always thinks it’s cute and reassures him !!! there’s lots of communication n support n gassing each other up !!!! as expected from angels !!!!!
soft couple things:
reoccurring themes: uses dog pics to represent himself, this couple doodles a lot, tae uses bullet points / report style when he’s trying to make a point without being too serious (ex: missing person report when ur sad, recipe when he’s jealous), emojis, boyfriend daesang, soft memes
nicknames: wifey (he calls y/n this)
face claim:
red velvet seulgi
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how they met: 
they met @ the hospital when hoseok was a handful of months old and y/n was a handful of hours! n there’s not much to say abt that initial encounter but their moms are best friends n they grew up together u know. hoseok would cry whenever he fell n scraped his knee & y/n would tell him she loved him n did her best to distract his thoughts as she placed a band aid over the wound. when her parents didn’t get her the doll castle she wanted for her bday hoseok ran home n gathered up all his legos to build one for her. n so they lived w that kind of dynamic (being each other’s knight in shining armor) for a long time n they loved it u know and they could admit that to themselves and to others but as they grew older they would never admit that they ~more than platonic~ loved each other bc “best friends don’t do that”. so hoseok would sit on the edge of y/n’s desk w his arms crossed n his tongue digging into the side of his cheek as another one of their classmates attempted a horribly thought out confession and instead of direct rejection y/n would ramble on abt what a perfect guy shinee’s taemin was. hoseok still instinctively scoffs whenever he hears replay. it wasn’t easy 4 y/n either bc her bff hoseokie whom she had to quickly change the channel for when horror movie ads came on was suddenly this handsome godly dancer n she had to wash her hands for an uncomfortable amount of time as she eavesdropped on the other girls in the restroom gushing over how hot her best friend was and struggled to deal w the fact that she thought the same.
backstory: hoseok’s y/n
we know a little bit abt y/n’s backstory bc hoseok & y/n mention their childhood a lot. like we know that he’s her best friend and that their moms are best friends and we know that she hasn’t loved anyone besides hoseok (except for shinee’s taemin) she’s basically hoseok sunshine but…………w/ a twist. hoseok is a capri sun & she’s lemonade. she’s rly rly sweet but wow if u even look @ hoseok the wrong way ur dead SO DEAD. but hoseok usually talks her out of being confrontational so u’ll probably just get hit w/ the double stink eye from them. to me she’s got an office job !!!! like she’s the mischievous graduate assistant n probably maknae of the office so she’s well loved but has to do things like run to the store n buy pringles for her coworkers when they’re working overtime and the stereotypic coffee run thing~ she brings a lot of joy to the older employees the way hoseok brings a lot of joy to his members & team so they never work her too hard. i think it’s a v comfortable job for y/n & it’s nice to have kind of a ~controlled environment. the beginning of their relationship was a mix of easy & awkward bc even tho it’s what they both wanted for a long time it was still like…….suddenly ur making out w/ ur best friend what the heck is going on. but after that it was so natural !!!! they know each other’s personalities so well that they’re never confused abt what the other needs !!!! tbh everyone was waiting for this to happen. like their moms have been dreaming abt a wedding for years and yoongi + guk had a bet going on and guk lost bc yoongi did some instigating hehehehh. y/n is so friendly & charming & they’ve known her for as long as they’ve known hoseok so they all like her for him bc she’s absolutely his #1 fan. y/n i think worries the least abt his schedule and not seeing him for a bit bc she’s already experienced it as his best friend and if anything it’s easier now bc she knows he’s ~hers. and if she is missing him he’s rly good @ making himself available to her so things get sorted out pretty quickly ! she rly rly rly cares abt him and wants to protect him bc he’s the best person she knows and so like that’s why she gets so worked up even if someone says they don’t like bngtn lmao & she rly cares abt his feelings like they mentioned that she was a fan of taemin when they were in school but ever since she found out it slightly bothered hoseok (f2l texts) she never mentions it (the way guk’s y/n does. not that she doesn’t care abt guk’s feelings. they’re just 2 v diff boys) !!!!!! she’s always giving him compliments and trying to make him feel good she doesn’t want him to feel insecure. hoseok rly loves her bc he truly feels like he has a person in this world who understands him 100% and he never feels like his personality is too much or too little when he’s with her. everything feels perfect & familiar & it’s like his heart’s home is w/ her and not w him.
best couple things:
reoccurring themes: my mom told ur mom to tell me to tell you / family events  (basically all stuff implying that they were childhood bffs turned Best Couple), lee taemin
face claim:
red velvet wendy
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keiko86chanart · 3 years
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Alright, here finally two more Les Mis characters design!
This time it's the turn of our Boobie boy Marius, and Montparnasse (who, spoiler, will have an important role in the comics).
I've put them together as in the Brick, Monty is essentially Evil!Marius, so.... 🤷‍♀️
(Fun fact: Monthy's cheek mole is fake, he keeps drawing it because he believes it makes him prettier...)
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little-writings · 7 years
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Point of View (Jumin x MC)
Investigation!AU: You go into Justice Kim’s house to find the grieving family.
Word Count: 1368
My day has been, stressed, to say the least. Very, very stressed. I hope your day was much better than mine. Thank you and enjoy!
This is an ongoing storyline I highly suggest you read the other prompts before this.
Other Investigation!AU Prompts:
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You walked inside of the house alongside Jumin, muffled wails and voices creeping within the walls and threatening to burst past the windows.
Within the living room, there was a young boy and older woman, across the room but both in similar states.
Eunji and Yoosung.
Eunji had wrinkles embedded against her features, yet had an odd warmth about her, despite the horrid memories that wretched in her mind.
She sat on the sofa, cradling herself as an officer interviewed her, the officer doing most of the speaking as Eunji stared blankly, a story racing merely in her gaze.
Yoosung seemed almost as if his hard cased mask began to crack, dark circles engraved underneath his muted eyes.
You could see that perhaps just before he had been one of the happiest people, bright blonde hair cascading over him.
You first approached the son.
“Yoosung?” You sat down across from him, reaching out for a handshake.
He lifted up his head, furrowing his brow. “W-What…?”
“I’m MC, I’m with law enforcement.”
“Oh…” He returned the handshake, his grip flimsy and weak. “Hello…”
“This is Jumin Han, he’s my partner.”
Jumin gave a respectful nod, standing beside you.
“Hello.”
“H-Hi…” He mumbled, grimacing. “I-If you guys are here for q-questions I-I’d really rather not. I’m sorry I just- I-I don’t know who t-that guy was a-and I don’t know why he shot Mr. Choi.” 
“We were hoping we could hear the story from your perspective actually,” You remarked, attempting a comforting smile. “that’s it.” 
“C-Can’t you just read what s-some of the other cops put?” He shuddered. “W-Wouldn’t that be easier?”
You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt grow inside of you, hesitancy building up as you parted your lips to speak.
But it wasn’t you that responded.
It was Jumin.
“It’s better to get the account from you yourself rather than paperwork. Things can be fictionalized or twisted into things that you may not have said. It’s better to be safe rather than sorry.” 
“D-Do you think anyone w-would really do that to me?” Yoosung shriveled back, pressing his knees to his face. “D-Did I do something wrong?”
“No you didn’t it’s okay,” You assured him, softening your tone. “Don’t worry, you’re alright.” 
“You guys…you guys are going, to tell the truth, aren’t you?” 
“Of course.” You cooed like a parent soothing a child. “Do you mind if we record this?”
“That’s fine…I guess.” 
Jumin snatched out a voice recorder, promptly switching it on.
You nodded to him, turning back to Yoosung. “So, could you tell us what happened?”
He let out a dried, slow breath, tensely. “Y-Yeah.” 
“Mr. Choi h-he was kinda a family friend for awhile since my d-dad and he were both closely affiliated government officials. S-So my dad invited him to dinner j-just you know to get to relax.” He began. “A-And we were eating j-just w-we didn’t hear anything, the doors were locked and everything b-but this g-guy must’ve picked the locks- I mean he was so quiet.” 
“Can you describe his appearance?”
“Barely, he wore this hood over his face and kinda covered up most of himself. B-But he just crept out and put the gun to Mr. Choi’s head. H-He started yelling all of this nonsense…”
“Nonsense?”
“Asking if he regretted what he did if he realized who it was and if he ever even cared…t-that sort of thing.” 
“Did Mr. Choi know him?”
“H-He looked like he sort of knew…b-but didn’t really react to it. I can’t tell if he was afraid of what would happen to him, or what we would find out.”
“What did he say?”
“Mr. Choi asked him to calm down, he didn’t know what he was talking about, and that this wasn’t worth it. B-But the guy said that…this is no better than what Choi had done. A-And then he pulled the trigger.”
“Was it a direct blow to the brain?” Jumin asked, cocking his head to the side. 
“No, it was…just above the heart. It still killed him b-but not right away. The guy ran away immediately afterward, but we ran to Mr. Choi to figure it out.”
“So your father didn’t go after the intruder right away?”
“No, i-it was only when Mr. Choi began pointing in the direction he had gone, and was m-muttering something did my dad go after h-him.” 
You leaned forward, eyes widening. “What did Mr. Choi say?”
“It was my something…I-I couldn’t really hear I-I was too distracted b-by the-the blood.” He glanced down at his fingertips, as if the crimson was just drenched in his hands. 
“My dad told me to take care of my mom a-and Mr. Choi and went after him. M-My mom was the one to call the police. I-I tried to stop the bleeding. I-I c-couldn’t.” 
“That’s not your fault Yoosung.” You hummed. “You were very brave.” 
“I didn’t do anything…I-I just sat there l-like some scared kid.”
“You couldn’t have stopped it. No one could’ve.”
“I could’ve saved my dad.” 
“You did all that you could in the given situation. This wasn’t a scene on the television where you can stop and think of how you’d react. You had no time to think, you simply did what you thought was best in the short span of time. No one can ask you for more than that.” 
You looked towards Jumin, grinning slightly. “Exactly.”
And oddly enough, he returned the gesture.
Yoosung thought for a moment, giving a faint expression of appreciation before sighing, not speaking another word of the story.
“Is that it?” Jumin asked.
“Y-Yeah.” 
Your partner switched off the recorder, folding his arms across his chest.
You stood up, slipping out your card with your phone number, handing it to him. “Yoosung, if you need anything from Jumin or I, just let us know. Okay?”
“T-Thank you…r-really.” He mustered a tiny smirk, his eyes glossy. “I appreciate it.” 
“Anytime.” You stepped back, talking delicately. “It’ll be okay, we’ll find him.”
There was no response. 
“Do you want to ask Eunji?” 
“Yes, just in case Eunji may have seen anything else.” You shakily let out a breath folding your lips. “Then the body…and I think I’d like to get out of here.”
“The bodies aren’t bothering you are they?”
“N-No this is my job. B-But just seeing kids like him blame themselves and have to deal with that kind of trauma…it’s rough sometimes you know?” 
“Of course, this will follow him throughout his life. But we can only hope that he’ll speak with a therapist to keep from internalizing all of these emotions.”
He pressed a hand onto your shoulder, patting it gently. “If it helps, I think you were very kind and understanding to him.” 
You scrunched up your nose, thinking before a warmth budded in your chest from his encouragement.
“You know, I think you’re a lot nicer than others say.” 
“You seem to think of me a lot differently than others.” He smirked slightly, a bit of him brightening despite the rest of the world. 
It was as if you were the only bit of sunshine left.
And a bit of you knew that with his continuation. 
For it held a kindness many never would’ve expected.
“You’re one of a kind.” 
“In a good way?”
“Very much so.”
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bookstudience · 7 years
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Tag Game!♡
Thank you so much @studyphiles for tagging me!
Rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people.
A. Age: 14 B. Biggest fear: Extreme isolation  C. Current time: Saturday, 11:26 am D. Drink you last had: Pineapple mango juice E. Everyday starts with: Hygeine and positivity  F. Favourite song: Karma Police & Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco  G. Ghosts, are they real?: Spirits, angels, and demons are. H. Hometown: Ontario I. In love with: Panic! At The Disco, Riverdale, and reading J. Jealous of: Success K. Kill(ed) someone: Nope L. Last time I cried: Monday M. Middle name: Staying blank whoops N. Number of siblings: 1 brother O. One wish: More wishes? Or to get everything I wish for to happen. P. Person you last called/texted: @mud-bud Q. Question you’re always asked: Do you play basketball? How blind are you? R. Reason to smile: Brendon Urie exists. S. Song last sang: Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! At The Disco T. Time you woke up: 8:45 am U. Underwear colour: White V. Vacation destination: Poland, France, or Italy W. Worst habit: Procrastination for days X. X-rays you’ve had: Teeth and back Y. Your favourite food: Raspberries, nachos, and pizza Z. Zodiac sign: Capricorn!
I tag @procrastudiin @erasign @solthei @studytherin @bionctes @tiredstudyying @girasolstudies
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bigtimetommy · 7 years
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I got tagged for this by @hackshot​ so I’m gonna do it!!!!!
A - Age: 25 B - Biggest Fear: My life being ruined by things outside of my control C - Current Time: 12:30pm D - Drink you last had: Drinkin a coffee right now fellas E - Easiest person to talk to: my partner @muppetface-model, and my good buds Jon, Matt, Chris and Magic F - Favorite Song: Too many to name but some of my favourite artists are Phil Collins, Hall & Oats, and Micheal Jackson, and in general 80′s-90′s pop and R&B G - Grossest Memory: gee I dunno........... if I had one it’s probably be too personal to share H - Horror yes or Horror no: Horror movies I don’t like but horror games are pretty good! I - In Love: HELL YEAH!!!!!! J - Jealous of people: For sure K - Killed someone: Who hasn't? L - Love at First Sight or Should I Walk By Again: Love takes time and work so I don’t believe in love at first sight M - Middle Name: Edwin N - Number of Siblings: I have one (1) younger sister O - One Wish: Win the Lottery/get a bunch of money without having to do anything and retire young P - Person You Called Last: My Dad to ask if he wanted stuff from the store while I was there. Q - Question You’re Always Asked: “How you doin’?” R - Reason to Smile: spending time with my good friends playing games, and watching shows with my partner S - Song You Sang Last: Roxanne by The Police (in the shower) T - Time You Woke Up: 11:30am U - Underwear Color: #177b84 V - Vacation Destination: Seattle to go to The International W - Worst Habit: I bite my left hand index finger at the base and it has this big callous on it X - X-Rays Had: Other than Dentist x-rays I’ve had my head x-ray’d to see if my nasal passage is damaged (it is) Y - Your Favorite Food: Nothin beats a good Mac n’ Cheese Z - Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Any mutuals who wanna do it can do it
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alexandraburton-x · 7 years
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@zachwinthrop   ( partie un. )          twilight celestially veiled the los angeles sky, a billow of heather clouds emanating theS L E E P L E S S borough. the day had been cruel & disconcerting. alexandra had been a few delicious syllables sparse from telling him to ( f u c k o f f ) and yet, he’d heedlessly recrudesced to her home. his knuckles wreathed around the steering wheel as he admired the profligate estate. behind the immaculate, pearled walls dwelled a slumbering princess (or so he had previously believed ). he had been delectated by her charm and delicacy, but her beauty was all – consuming. he quietly regarded her for months, cantering in and out of the dance studio he’d inhabited, taking measure for his portending promotional tour. he wasn’t an eminent hollywood character, or anyone of notable care. she L O O K E D like the sweet confectionary that adhered to the thickset bicep of one of ( them ). he was sure he’d never be able to score her interest.          he had N O T H I N G to offer her, but a few soft euphonies he’d composed on his old guitar. one emblematic afternoon, he conscientiously plucked the chords to a song – his velvet timbre pulsating throughout an empty studio – ❝ this could be heaven or this could be hell. then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way. there were voices down the corridor, i thought i heard them say. ❞ she faltered before him, a lush grin ornamenting her delicate features. he could have ( d i e d ) right then and there, the way she looked at him. they’d become indivisible from one and other following the concurrence & within a month’s time, he’d procured the exaltation of twining beneath her egyptian cotton sheets. they seemed S O blithe, or perhaps he had neglected a particular detail that said otherwise. eventually, his career began to ascend, hampering his full immersion in their budding relationship.          he’d been so consumed in it, he hadn’t considered her feelings – the possibility that she could be L O N E L Y. she’d only ever been supportive. what had he missed that would drive her into the arms of zach winthrop? asher sloped from the inside of his range rover, idling toward the front door of her lurid home. his hand outstretched toward the handle & hepaused. would his ambush lead to yet another bitter pill? maybe he’d find alex slumped upon the marbled flooring, poised on her knees with supple petals twisted around zach winthrop. he swallowed H A R D at the errant cognition and entered the quiescent château, his sneakers hauling him toward her boudoir. he could hear the hiss from her television as he rounded the corner, cimmerian hues allayed to discover her tucked into bed ( a l o n e ). a black & white film glittered across the screen, a empty bottle of white wine littered her night table.          asher removed his shoes, his frayed t – shirt, and his recently acquired fashion designer denim before crawling into the bare dip beside of her. as he whished the luxe duvet, he regarded her choice of bedtime attire – one of his old band tees and a pair of laced panties. his thick brows knitted together, catching sight of the baroque script that peaked from beneath baby pink french lingerie. how had he missed this tattoo? he was certain he’d studied each that embellished her florid skin. could it be new? he prudently looped his fingers into the soft textile and urged them downward – Z J W. he suddenly felt feverish as he rescinded into the mattress. he knew she wasn’t telling the truth, but it was incontestable that she had also omitted pivotal pieces to their ( f r i e n d l y ) history. he reached for his phone, the rough pads of his digits manipulating the keys as he searched for cues.          it was D R Y. well, with the exception of a bleared mug shot of zach from years past. curiously, asher opened the police document, his bloodshot rondures darting across the awkward verbiage that illustrated the pop star as a violent incubus. they almost protruded from his skull as he read alexandra burton beneath involved persons. choler fulminated through his veins. so, she’d been involved with a castigating, abusive boyfriend who indubitably desired to reclaim his ( stake )? he beamed over at her as she slept, bore withguilt for ever criminating her in the situation. there was no way she’d return to zach, not after what he’d done to her. asher coiled his inked limb around her middle, urging her warm silhouette toward his. he’d find S O M E way to apologize, to make up for neglecting her and failing to become versed in her history. he nestled gently into her lavender scented curls and allowed the same slumber to consume him. ( p a r t i e deux ).          hoe, i’m flossin’, tell your bitch get off. hit it once & had her feeling N A U S E O U S – the chorale reverberated through the wooden boards beneath her olive tinged adidas nmd’s, her slimed tenement slinking to the well rehearsed choreography. though she was beset by several scintillating figures, she could only lay eyes upon her own. perspiration sprinkled her extruding collarbones, loose, russet curls collocated into a precise ponytail atop her head. her former therapist encouraged her to channel her belligerence into a gainful diversion. ( c a t h a r s i s ) was it? each shift was edged, like she meant each cuspate movement that her sinuous form produced. the lack of harmonized footsteps snared her attention, glimpsing over her bare shoulder to observe zach imputing toward her. everything stopped.  ❝ what are you doing here? ❞ but he failed to respond to her inquiry, instead sinuating his H O T fingers round the bend of her dainty limb.         ❝ i’m sorry? ❞ she counters, curving a finely groomed brow at his heinous request. ❝are you blind or just that inane? i’m glad that you’ve found the time in your active schedule of getting totally shitfaced and smashing vehicles to come and chat, but i’m busy right now. ❞ she pivoted upon her heels, plucking her arm from his clutches as she paced in the opposite direction.❝ we’ll talk soon or … never. ❞ her throat was charred having purged such splenetic malice, but it felt so S A T I S F Y I N G. her lush petals twisted, her delicate shape anticipating his recoil. had they finally come full circle? zach was itching to strike something, anything & she could sense it – the tips of her fingers pulsing softly as if they were his own. as long as the room was filled with other patrons, he could only F A N T A S I Z E about debauching her.
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