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Khaidai: Into Eorzea I wander, a tiger among sheep. Little do they suspect the strength or power of the beast walking their streets; never do they doubt their safety, all unknowing of the danger passing all too close to their-
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Aste. Record storico della collezione Macklowe da Sotheby’s a New York
Aste. Record storico della collezione Macklowe da Sotheby’s a New York
È BIS DI GUANTI BIANCHI E DI RECORD PER LA SECONDA PARTE DELLA VENDITA DELLA RACCOLTA, CHE DIVENTA LA PIÙ RICCA MAI PASSATA IN ASTA. IL TOTALE SUPERA I 920 MILIONI DI DOLLARI. TUTTI FRUTTO DI UN DIVORZIO MILIONARIO
La vendita della collezione Macklowe a New York. Courtesy of Sotheby’s
Una nuova settimana all’insegna dei record a New York. E dopo le performance messe a segno da Christie’s, con il…
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our beloved summer | jjk (7.5) (m.)
You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.
pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
genres/warnings: exes au, fluff, Angst, smut; THE REASON™️, crying because obviously there's gonna be crying, mentions of hobi leaving :(, cursing, uhm she hits him; kissing (well, of course 😂), br*ast play, t*tty s*cking, oral s*x (f. receiving), f*ngering, unprotected s*x, r*ding, cr*ampie, uhm idk i think that's it
word count: 6.9k (poetic, i know)
note (1): holy fucking shit i am literally shaking like a chihuahua as i'm writing this a/n. what the hell it's finally here. we've been waiting for this for almost a year and a half. TREMENDOUS thanks to Jo @daechwitatamic, Ari @wintaerbaer, and Jazz @jeonwiixard for beta-ing this for me and for reassuring me that it's not a load of crap (probably) and especially Jo for telling me if i back out she'll come kick me. frick! gaaaah. okay i'm gonna let you read or i'll go out of my mind
series masterpost / playlist ; moodboards ; taglist
as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
I want you to smile, to feel like enough
'Cause you deserve yellow and lions and love
I hope you come back when you're doing well
Forgive me for being the worst of myself
New Recording 28 - Chelsea Cutler
The second the door is closed, his mouth is on yours again.
His hand on your waist, yours in his hair, it’s similar to how it was mere minutes ago, just the urgency has increased tenfold. You want his suit off as much as you want your dress on the floor.
Jungkook detaches from your lips to let you breathe as he cages you between his body and the door, but it’s not like you can focus very well on breathing when he starts kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. His hands travel south, one palm curving around your hips to grope your ass, the other settling on the back of your thigh to lift it up, opening your legs wider so he could better slot in between them. With your leg lifted, it makes the slit in your dress ride up, exposing your core to the cool air of the room. You can feel his growing bulge pressed against you, right over your panties.
You whimper his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, his hips grinding against you slowly.
“Yeah?” You can hear the smirk in that one simple word and the honey that drips from his voice. “What is it?”
“Want you…”
“I’m right here,” Jungkook says. His slender fingers rub you over the pink lace that you’re wearing underneath your dress, teasing your opening through the fabric for a few beats before he pushes your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
His breath is hot on your neck. He presses his lips against your skin absentmindedly, the tip of his index circling you but not pushing inside just yet.
“Tell me you want me too,” you pant, your arm hooking around his neck to hold him close.
“I want you.”
Truth.
You pull him in for another bruising kiss before you blindly push him further into the room, your hands roaming the broad expanse of his clothed chest. He stops when the back of his knees hit the bed.
“Hey.” Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to look at you. “Are you sure?”
If Jimin knew what you’re doing right now, he’d say that you have zero self preservation instincts.
He’d be right, though. If you had any self preservation instincts, you wouldn’t be doing this.
Your stupid, battered heart has only ever wanted him.
“I’m sure,” comes your immediate reply. It’s desperate, but you don’t have it in yourself to even care. “I’m sure. I want this. Please.”
“You were drinking.”
“I’m not drunk. I promise.”
Maybe it’d be better if you were drunk. Then you could at least blame this lapse of judgment on a pathetic state of inebriation and not on your stupid self who’s always weak for him.
He stares at you for a minute, searching for any sign of your willingness being driven by alcohol. He seems relieved when he finds none, and it isn’t until then that he shrugs off his jacket, before helping you take off his dress shirt and trousers.
You haven’t seen him like this in so long.
Every defined line on his body, accentuating every detail that you could spend hours running your fingers over.
He looks different but at the same time, not really. A tad more muscular, but still the same lean frame. Hard chest and abs on full display for you. God, your fingers are fucking twitching with the need to touch him.
Once he’s been stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you before you stop him with a hand on his chest. The lone tiger lily on his arm catches your attention.
Your fingers reach out to trace the black ink on his body, the lines delicate, your touch feather light. You’re suddenly curious. When did he get it? You can’t remember if you two ever talked about getting tattoos.
“What does it mean?” you ask. It strikes you with the realization that this is just one of the thousands of things that you missed, a reminder of your lost time.
“Please love me,” he says, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He looks at you, just for a few seconds, before clarifying, “It means ‘Please love me,’” then kissing you again.
Jungkook clumsily and blindly searches for the dress’ zipper on your back, giving it a few impatient tugs until it finally starts gliding down your body. Your lips never part from one another as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. But once you step out of it, he does pull back to look at you from head to toe. His eyes fall to your chest, clad in a lacy pink bra that matches your panties. The look he gives you is the same one that he did when he saw you in your dress earlier today. But there’s something else in his eyes - realization, pride, perhaps a question too.
His hands are back on your body instantly, throwing you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. He discards your bra with ease, flinging it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You shiver when the chilly air meets your bare chest, but the sensation quickly goes away when he takes your breast into his warm mouth. You let out a delighted sigh, arching your back to push yourself further into him as his tongue flicks over your stiff nipple. One of his hands comes up to squeeze your other breast to make sure that it isn’t neglected, rolling your pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger. He switches to sucking your other tit after a while, then pawing at the one he just had in his mouth.
“Jungkook,” you whine his name when he makes out with your tits for too long, because there’s somewhere else that desperately requires his immediate attention. “Need you…”
He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and he looks pleased with himself when he sees that they’re thoroughly glistening with his spit. “Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He starts making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin that’s on display for him, before you put a hand on his shoulder when his face gets close to your thighs.
“What are you doing?”
He looks up at you as his fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties. “Can I?”
You lick your lips, contemplating whether or not you have the patience to wait for him. But alas, you decide, “Okay.”
Jungkook makes quick work of sliding your underwear down your legs and letting it join the pile on the floor. Even in the dim light, he can see just how wet you are, practically glittering with arousal, looking so utterly inviting that it makes his mouth water. All of this, just for him.
He doesn’t waste another second, diving right into you to lick a stripe up your dripping folds. Swiftly burying two fingers into your heat, he doesn’t stop until he’s knuckles deep. Your lips part in a silent but delighted moan. You forgot how good he used to make you feel. Your fingers could never feel as good as his, not thick enough to stretch yourself open and not long enough to reach deep inside of you.
“Fuck,” you drawl, your eyes fluttering shut when the tip of his tongue meets your throbbing clit, teasing it until you’re practically grinding against his face. You thread a hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks until he’s groaning, sending blissful vibrations all throughout your body. The figure 8’s that his tongue draws on your clit sets you alight, sends you into a whole other dimension completely as pleasure courses through your veins.
“So good,” he mumbles. To you? To himself? You can’t tell, but that doesn’t really matter. “Still so good.”
You hear it, just how soaked you are, as he begins thrusting his digits in and out of you. He strokes your walls delicately with each press of his fingers, scissoring you open for what you know is to come.
His tongue dips into your entrance then, teases your dripping hole as you pant heavily,
Your legs close in on his head as the orgasm nears, but he keeps your thighs apart, firmly holding them open as he makes you unravel.
This is fucking unreal - Jungkook with his whole face tucked between your legs, desperate to make you come with his talented mouth. You never would have anticipated this when you woke up this morning.
No, just a while ago you were crying by yourself down at the beach. Now you’re crying out his name as he smothers himself in you.
Once he starts curling them inside of you, it’s embarrassing how fast you come. You clench hard around his fingers as the orgasm washes over you, dripping down his fingers and he uses the added wetness to carry you through the high.
“Jungkook…” you whimper, sounding completely fucked out even though it’s only just beginning. After a while, the heightened pleasure fades into the background, and he presses soft kisses against your inner thigh.
He crawls his way up your body until he’s facing you again. You watch his fingers and the way they’re coated in your juices, wondering what he’ll do with them next. Jungkook languidly smears the wetness all over your lips like he’s carefully painting them, only to kiss you afterward. When you moan against him, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then, wrapping your fingers around his hardened length, pumping him in your fist until he’s shallowly rutting against you.
The kiss gets broken when he suddenly pulls away, realization dawning on him. “Shit,” he exclaims. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh.” You blink at him, then you both just look at each other for a while. This isn’t a problem with no solution, even if the solution is a disastrous one in hindsight. You just want him, so badly that you can’t think of anything else.
He waits for you, doesn’t dare say anything else until you do.
Yet again, the opportunity presents itself for you to stop.
But you’ve already gone this far, and though it’s damn near impossible, you want him even more than you did before.
“Are you clean?” you ask.
It’s evident that he’s surprised by the way his eyes widen, and his silence that follows for the next half a minute. “Yeah,” he tells you.
“Okay. Then we don’t need a condom.”
He says your name once, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face sweetly. You always did like your name best when it used to fall from his lips so softly. “Are you sure?” he asks.
“I’m sure. I promise.”
Jungkook sucks in a breath, like he’s steadying himself, before he rids himself of the remaining piece of clothing on his body, then settles between your legs again. This time, his cock rests directly on your bare pussy. The anticipation makes it harder for you to breathe, makes you squeeze your thighs around his waist to not let him leave.
“How long has it been?”
Your answer is vague. “Too long,” you say. You don’t want to tell him that there’s been no one else since him, but you have a feeling that he understands it anyway. You think that he’d be pleased with your answer, that maybe it would boost his ego in a way, but there’s only a certain sadness that settles in his eyes.
“Okay.” Regardless, he pushes past the sudden gloom that befalls his features, blinking away the disheartenment swimming in his irises, to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his cock against your pussy to coat you in his precum, even though you yourself are certainly more than wet enough for him to slide home easily. “Ready?”
“Yes,” you confirm, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he eases the tip into you, making the both of you moan at the contact. You feel him, all of him.
For a second, you wonder if he has ever forgone protection with anyone else, or if it’s only ever been just you.
Jungkook takes one of your hands off his shoulder to lay it flat on the bed next to your head, lacing your fingers together, giving your hand a slight squeeze. “Breathe. You can do it.”
“Give me a minute.”
“We’ve got time,” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.
“Can you kiss me?” you ask, almost like you’re shy even though he’s balls deep inside of you.
He chuckles lightly, so endeared by you and your silly question.
His lips meet yours sweetly, like doing so would help make the stretch less painful. Maybe it does, at least a little bit.
You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and he’s probably trying so hard to hold back, but he keeps kissing you nonetheless.
“You can move,” you say after a while.
“I’ll go slow, okay?”
“Okay.”
He rears his hips back, slowly, then thrusts forward again. You whimper from the slight burn, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. His movements are gentle for the next couple of minutes or so, and it isn’t until you start opening up more that he sets a steadier pace. Even when he starts to fuck you faster, one of his hands is still on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly.
“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts out, followed by a sigh of your name as he pumps into your cunt, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your walls. “You feel so good.”
He gazes down at you as he moves, and there’s just something so intimate about it that it makes you want to cry again.
You know what it’s like to have him fuck you, and this isn’t it.
No, this is something else entirely.
I love you, you think. I love you so fucking much.
“Missed you.” His words come out hushed, caught in half a moan, half a whimper. “Missed you so fucking much.”
“Did you think about me?”
“Always,” he says, without even missing a beat.
“No,” you clarify. “When you were sleeping with other people, did you think about me?”
“I only thought about you.” His hips stutter as he tells you this, like he’s confessing to something that he shouldn’t. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
You never admitted this to anyone, not even Taehyung even though he probably sensed it, but you used to feel like you could be physically sick just looking at the photos on his feed every time you’d lurk on a drunken night. They were never flashy, just subtle enough for you to know that there was someone. It made you nauseous, because the place next to him was always supposed to be yours.
You just stare at him, not knowing how to process this bit of information. Sure, it’s an ego boost. There’s some pride in knowing that you were the one on his mind even if you weren’t together.
He’s so utterly gorgeous like this that you can’t form a single coherent thought, too lost in the way his eyes bore into yours and in the blossoming warmth that spreads all over your chest from hearing his words.
How did he manage to get even more beautiful? Sculpted by the gods. The standard for all men.
“What is it?” he asks when you stare at him for too long.
“I…” You blink away the daze. “I wanna be on top.”
“Okay.”
Jungkook slips out of you just long enough to get seated with his back against the headboard and pull you into his lap. You hover over him, letting his tip rub against your dripping hole for a moment before you sink onto him. You tip your head back and sigh as you envelope him fully again, the only difference is that you can feel him so much deeper like this.
He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading your skin as he helps you ride him. The sounds that you make together are downright obscene, bouncing off the walls, ringing in your ears.
“Harder,” you tell him shakily.
“Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I want it to hurt,” you say, holding onto him like you’re bracing for impact, because you know he’ll give you what you want. “Make it hurt.”
Jungkook sighs once, then digs his heels into the mattress to steady himself before his hips go wild, thrusting into you with such force that it nearly has you sobbing, your head falling onto his shoulder. It makes you burn with pleasure, like a star before it becomes a supernova. When the tension starts building quickly, you can’t help but slam your hips down harder to meet his thrusts, to chase that high.
You press your lips against his skin, any spot you could find - his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Tell me you love me.”
The words are ready on the tip of his tongue, like he’s been waiting for an opportunity to say it. He doesn’t miss a single beat as he tells you, “I love you.”
“Mean it.”
“I do mean it. I love you.”
Truth.
For some sick and twisted reason, his words send you crashing over the edge, falling into that abyss of pleasure that you’ve been searching for. You say his name, over and over again, like you’re making up for all the years that he wasn’t around to hear it.
Your walls convulse wildly around him as you cry out, your toes curling, your thighs shaking. He holds you close, thrusting into you through your orgasm until you’re dizzy, like you could actually pass out from the overwhelming bliss.
“I’m close,” he tells you in a raspy voice.
You catch your breath long enough to say, “Come for me.”
“Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” you say without much thought. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would know that it’s reckless and stupid. You’re not on birth control, and if anything were to happen, you would have no one to blame but yourself.
But you aren’t in a clear state of mind, and maybe this is even more dangerous than if you were fueled by alcohol. At least you can sober up from alcohol.
You just want him so badly that rationality seems like a luxury you can’t afford right now.
“Y/N,” he whispers shakily, though there’s a warning edge to his voice that you understand.
“I want you to come inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. Please.”
Jungkook groans at your answer.
He doesn’t ask you to look at him, instead choosing to hide his face against your neck where you feel something wet glide down your skin as he grips your hips. It’s followed by a sniffle, and hands that hold onto you like you’re a lifeline.
He’s crying, and that breaks your fucking heart.
You don’t know what to do. Part of you wants to tilt his chin up to look at you, because it feels strange without his tender gaze on you, but you decide against it even though the tips of your fingers tingle with the need to do so.
Your walls clench with purpose, squeezing around him, trying to help you get there. It’s not that long before you hear your name falling from his lips in a choked out moan, so needy and beautiful and makes you nostalgic. He empties himself inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden warmth that he paints along your walls.
You stay in the same position for a few more minutes until your chest is no longer heaving with exhaustion and euphoria. He gently pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the bed, pressing an apologetic kiss against your bare shoulder when you wince from the oversensitivity, from any kind of movement at all.
When he moves to throw on his boxers and goes to stand up, you reach for him. “Where are you going?” You instantly feel pathetic for asking.
He pauses, then squeezes your hand as that sadness from before makes an appearance in his eyes again. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” he tells you, his voice quiet.
The relief on your face must be visible. “Okay,” you say. Rationally, you know he probably wouldn’t fuck you and leave you the second the deed is done. But again, rationality is a luxury at the moment.
Jungkook returns a couple of minutes later with a warm cloth, and dabs it between your legs to clean you up. You grimace when he touches you there, evidently sore already from the activities you just engaged in.
“Sorry,” he’s quick to say, though it isn’t really his fault. Or maybe it is his fault. You’re not sure if that even matters.
When he’s done, he gets under the covers with you. “Come here,” he says, then shuffles your body closer to his until he’s holding you with his hands on your bare waist. He leans down to kiss you, and you let him. God, you feel like you’re fucking melting.
It’s different from the kiss down at the beach, and it’s different from the needy ones you shared in the past hour. It’s soft and slow and easy, like there’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.
Jungkook breaks away eventually, and rests his forehead against yours then. One of his hands on your waist slides up to your ribs, until his thumb could brush the underside of your breast. The touch is gentle, sweet, completely innocent.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He means everything he tells you. “You’re perfect.”
You even blush, like you’re a stupid lovesick teenager. “Tell me,” you say.
“Anything.”
You reckon it’s self-indulgent at this point. You’re only asking to feel better about your place in his life, or rather, the place that used to be yours.
“Tell me you can’t live without me.”
He nudges his nose against yours. No hesitation. “I can’t live without you.”
Truth. You know it’s the truth.
Nonetheless… “Liar.” Your tone is soft. There’s no bite at all. You touch his face, trying to commit to memory every detail, how his soft skin feels under your touch as if it’s the last time you’ll ever get to see him like this. Maybe it is. You never got to have a last time with him, never got to know that it was ending before it already ended. You’re not thinking about the morning because you don’t want to, but the seed of anxiety is there in your belly. Your fingers trace his jawline as you say, “You lived without me. You were doing fine without me.”
His lips ghost over your cheek. “It wasn’t much of a life,” he says. “I couldn’t bear it without you.”
The thing is, you know that he’s being honest. And it should make you feel good that you affected him as much as he affected you.
But then… it keeps leading you back to that question. The question that you thought you could go the rest of your life without knowing the answer to. But for that to be possible, you needed him to stay gone, stay out of your world forever.
He shouldn’t be here, tangled up in the sheets with you and kissing you like his life depends on it.
He shouldn’t tell you that he misses you, that he loves you. Shouldn’t tell you to please, love him too.
It’s contradictory, isn’t it? You needed to never see him again if you stood a chance of moving on with your life. You needed it and yet, all you wanted was to have him back by your side.
The tattoo catches your attention again. It feels like it’s laughing at you, mocking you.
You clench your teeth once, your eyes beginning to turn glassy. Jungkook sees it, and he’s quick to break up your train of thought. He presses his mouth to yours, shushing you with a deep kiss that makes your head spin, despite it all.
“Don’t think about it,” he mumbles against your lips, so desperate to get you to stop. As if he can sense where this could lead.
“How could I not? I don’t know who you are anymore.”
“You know me.” He holds onto your wrist, to keep your hand on his face before you can pull it away. “I’m still the same.”
“No, you’re not,” you say quietly, absentmindedly.
“Yes,” he insists. “Yes, I am.”
Maybe that’s true. Maybe you do see the person you used to know. But you only ever see him in glimpses and it always leaves you with a terrible, nauseous feeling afterward.
He doesn’t understand how much it hurts you to catch glimpses of the boy you used to love - the boy you still love - only to realize that maybe that isn’t the person he wants to be anymore. It feels like he keeps trying to kill that version of himself, like he despises the person who meant the world to you.
Are you gone forever?
Come back quietly.
“How old are you?” you ask after a moment.
The question makes him pause, his soft features twisting in confusion. He leans back a bit, so his eyes could focus on your face better.
“What?”
“How old are you?” you repeat.
It takes him another while to answer as he tries to see where you’re going with this. But when his search comes up empty, he just answers, “29.”
"I don't know who you are at 29. The last time I knew you was 24. No. You hadn't even turned 24 yet. Where was 25? 26? 27? 28? It’s unfair that you still know who I am when I don't know who you are. I feel like I never aged a day past 24. You carried on living but I'm still here."
His eyes well up once again, but this time, you can see it. The first tear spills over, lands somewhere on your collarbone. This is what you used to want, right? To see him hurting, just like how you were hurting? Well, be careful what you wish for.
No part of you feels victorious that you’re making him cry, that the score is finally being settled, because none of this undoes all of the shit you had to go through. If anything, it makes you feel even worse, like you’re still losing.
“I never moved on from us. I couldn’t move on from you,” he says, voice cracking toward the end. Your heart is doing the same thing in your chest, but you’re glad that he can’t see it. “I swear I miss you every day. I wanted you with me every day. You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you.”
Jungkook looks so dejected, like a reflection of you these past few years. You recognize that look in his eyes. You know that sadness all too well. He was in as much pain as you were.
He loved you when he left you. He still loves you even after all this time.
You inhale shakily. For the first time, you feel infinitely selfish for only focusing on your own misery without even stopping to give him the benefit of the doubt, to consider the possibility that maybe letting you go wasn’t something he wanted. Maybe he isn’t the antagonist that you spent years making him out to be.
There’s more to it, and you need to know.
“Then why did you leave me?”
Graduation was just shy of a month ago, and two weeks before that was Hoseok’s flight when he left you all behind.
You and Jungkook, along with Taehyung and Jimin had gone to see him off at the airport. Of course you did, you were his best of friends after all. The goodbye was full of jokes accompanied by sniffles, and tears that overflowed without permission because you all agreed that you would hold yourself together for Hoseok. Jimin was probably the one who cried the most, even though inside, you were equally sad to see your friend leave.
A part of your life was ending, and that in and of itself was depressing enough already, but you thought at least the whole group would still be together and start the next chapter by each other’s side.
Nonetheless, it wasn’t the end of the world. All of you could still make it work, even if it wasn’t the most ideal of situations. You promised to keep in touch, promised to message the group chat every day and have video calls every weekend. You were still kids, and kids tend to be optimistic like that.
What none of you could see coming was how everything would fall apart in a matter of mere weeks.
Jungkook thinks that decades from now, when he’s old and gray and helpless, he still won’t be able to forget that day.
He should’ve been more concerned when your mother contacted him out of nowhere, asking him to meet with her, asking him not to let you know where he was going.
He’d shown up half an hour early to the cafe where they were supposed to meet, just because he didn’t want to risk being late and have your mother disapprove of him even more. Not once had she expressed anything other than disdain toward your relationship, but you’d always told him it didn’t matter, that you were the only person who could decide what to do with your life, not anyone else, let alone your mother. He always believed you back then, even if deep down, he still wanted her to see that he was enough for you. Her unattainable approval still mattered to him.
Jungkook spent thirty whole minutes running on nothing but anxiety and caffeine. That was probably his first mistake, ordering a cup of coffee which only made him more nervous than he already was.
When your mother arrived, it barely took her any time at all to get right into what she came here to say. She hadn’t even bothered with a drink.
Was that how it was always going to end? Should he have seen it coming from the beginning? Was he the only one who thought it would be you and him all the way until the very end?
Maybe he was more of a hopeless romantic than he thought.
It was the way she had called him a phase that she hoped you’d grow out of. That she had let you keep this relationship for long enough, but now that you’d graduated - now that you’d be starting a life for yourself - she couldn’t sit back and watch you throw it all away for a boy who could never give you what you deserved.
It was the way she told him she didn’t want history to repeat itself. How she didn’t want to subject you to the same fate that she and your father had to suffer through. How she had left your dad because in the end, he wasn’t enough for her and you, even though you were a child and you deserved to grow up with a father and with love.
She said the same thing would happen to you and Jungkook, because you were meant for greater things and he was not meant to deserve you. She made it clear that he would always hold you back, that he would never amount to even a fraction of what you should receive in life.
“If you love her, you would let her go.”
Cliché, right? Like the kind of stuff you only ever see in movies? Well, movies have to take inspiration from somewhere.
He thought about his own mother then, and about how people could have such different ways of showing love. He believed that your mother loved you, and he still believes that. She wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of seeing him if she didn’t care about you. She wanted the best for you, and that wasn’t him.
She didn’t have to tell him to keep it a secret from you, because he wouldn’t have told you regardless. He was well aware of how strained your relationship with your mother was, and letting you know would only drive it closer to the edge. She knew he wouldn’t tell you. He loved you, and that was the one thing that she could count on.
Just sitting there in that café, Jungkook felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, even though he was surrounded by the other patrons and their lively laughter as they chatted away. The pitiful way that your mother kept looking at him forced him to learn what it was like to feel truly worthless.
The pity in her eyes only intensified when he couldn’t even say a single word in response, couldn’t think of anything to defend himself.
Silence meant agreement, and that was what he chose. Jungkook - the naive boy that he was - stopped believing in you. He’d believed her instead.
He was just a kid, what else was he supposed to do?
She was your own flesh and blood, and he knew nothing could ever replace that. He would rather let you hate him, resent him for the rest of your life, than let you lose your family.
That day, he lied to you for the first time ever, saying he couldn’t come over because he was tired. The sunflowers he bought for you just hours prior ended up dying on his windowsill.
He wouldn’t see you again for a few more days, then for months afterward.
July was supposed to represent a blossoming summer, but all he could remember was the dreadful promise of a winter that would inevitably come.
You call his name when he takes too long to answer. “Tell me.”
“I love you,” he merely says. His hand brushes your cheek.
You frown, despite the way the three words make your chest tingle.
“I love you,” he says it again, trying to ease the furrow between your brows.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I’m sorry.”
His voice is soft, barely even audible, but it’s this gentleness that makes his words ricochet, ringing in your ears loudly like a gun going off in the quiet of your room.
Again with the apologies.
Fuck this.
It’s hard to take it to heart when you don’t even know what he’s apologizing for.
You gave Jungkook the chance to explain himself, but if he doesn’t take it, then that’s not on you. There isn’t much else that you can do.
You swallow hard, then shove him off of you so you could get out of the bed. Your legs instantly tremble as you attempt to stand, but you soldier on as you put on your bra and underwear, then grab your dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor. You’re shaking, but it’s difficult to determine if it’s because you’re angry, or cold without his warmth nearby.
He’s quick to his feet too, rushing toward you before you could leave.
“Don’t touch me,” you hiss when he reaches for your arm. He doesn’t listen, because when has Jeon Jungkook ever fucking listened?
“Y/N, wait-”
“Wait for what?! I asked you a simple question and you can’t even answer me.”
He runs a hand over his face frustratedly, clearly torn over something. He holds your angered gaze, but the way he looks at you is much milder, gentler even if it’s equally frustrated. “I’m trying to protect you.”
You don’t know if it’s the wrong answer or not. You just know that in this moment, it irritates you to no end.
“Oh my god,” you gasp mockingly. “Someone is trying to kill me.”
“What?”
“Someone is trying to kill me. Someone is waiting outside that door right now, waiting for me to come out so they can kill me. Holy fucking shit, I’m about to be assassinated.”
“Y/N, I’m serious.”
There’s that burning sensation behind your eyes again. “And you think I’m not? What do you mean you’re trying to protect me? Protect me from what? Do you think this is a fucking k-drama? Jesus Christ,” you scoff harshly. “What do you want from me? What the actual fuck do you want?”
Jungkook aims for you again, and in an attempt to ward him off, your swinging fist inadvertently collides with his chest. The dress falls to the floor again, laying next to your feet, that useless piece of fabric.
It probably doesn’t do much damage to him, but he’s a bit startled regardless. So are you, if you’re being honest. But you do it again, and surprisingly, he lets you.
“You coward.” You shove hard at his chest, making him stumble backward. “You unbelievable asshole. You fucked me, you said you loved me, and you still can’t tell me why you left me.”
He allows you to push him until his back is pressed against the wall. And even then, you don’t relent. Your fists continue beating against his chest as you start sobbing, spilling ‘I hate you’s in between so many expletives it could make his grandmother faint.
He might bruise in the morning.
You hope he bruises in the morning.
The least Jungkook could do is bruise for you.
You want him to curse him out for so many things - for loving you, for leaving you, for not even having the balls to tell you why he broke your heart. For coming back to remind you that you still love him. For proving that he still has you in the palm of his hands, and every twitch of his finger can make you feel like the walls are crumbling down on you.
But even as you tell him how much you hate him, you’re still thinking: Come back. I don’t want to keep losing you. Come back to me.
Because he’s the only person who can hurt you like this. When you think about him, it used to make you so depressed that you could hardly function. There’s no other way to put it to make it sound less pathetic. That’s just how it is.
You shouldn’t have agreed to this weekend, shouldn’t have been nice to him, shouldn’t have let him convince you not to think about it. You shouldn’t have opened the door for him in the first place, because there was always a part of you that knew he could get under your skin so easily just like that.
This wasn’t your second chance at holding onto him. It wasn’t a do-over. It was a re-enactment.
The years haven’t made you wiser, that much is clear.
You don’t know how long this goes on for, but at some point, you begin to wear yourself out. Your movements start to slow and the energy to violently sob leaves your body until you’re nearly collapsing. Jungkook catches you when you don’t have the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Why are you always so fucking helpless?
“You just…” Your voice gets caught at the end of a sob. This is rock bottom all over again. “You make me so sad.”
You grasp his arm weakly, feeling like your own lungs are failing you. You can’t breathe. It’s too much, too infinitely humiliating. He’s doing this to you again, and this time you have to shoulder most of the blame, because you are the one that enabled your own heartbreak for the second time.
You’re still crying, and you hate that this is the first time he’s ever seen you cry like this.
“I’m trying to protect you,” he says firmly, looking at you like he’s trying so hard not to break down alongside you. “Please, I’m so sorry.” The words come out as a whisper now. You can feel the tremble in his voice and the shake of his hands where they hold you. His big bambi eyes - the usual home of constellations - now house tears that threaten to spill onto his supple cheeks. “Please. What can I do to make you believe me?”
It’s those stupid fucking eyes. It’s your stupid fucking self.
“You need to tell me.” Your tears keep on falling no matter how much he tries to wipe them away. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“It’ll make things worse,” he tells you, his voice cracking as he does. He sounds like he means it, and maybe he does believe that whatever he’s hiding from you will only hurt you more. It almost has you caving, but you can’t do this a second time. You’re exhausted, both physically and emotionally. In the morning, you’ll think about how this is all so dramatic, the way you’re acting right now. The most k-drama-esque thing that has ever happened to you. But in the moment, you just feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest, and they keep twisting it, twisting and twisting,...
In the end, you decide that it’s a risk you’ll have to take, because nothing can be more painful than the absolute hell he’s putting you through. He’ll never understand how utterly excruciating it is to experience this kind of heartbreak.
“If you don’t tell me now, I won’t be able to survive you again.”
up next...
our beloved summer (08) ⏤ aka the JK centric chapter
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I LOVE YOO 220 Thoughts
1. What excites me the most on this episode is, we got a glimpse of how Yui abused Nol in the past! (Not that I enjoy seeing Nol being abused, far from it, but I'm glad we finally see the plot moving) This is the discussion back in ep 150:
And with today's episode, we now see how Yui utilizes her power as the owner of the hospital: interfering with the doctors and nurses' decision, having their license revoked if they try to defy her, rewarding them with money -or anything- if they do as she say... Of course Yui's hand would stay clean if everyone is too scared of her! It really give us a glimpse of how she abused Nol in the past. Ugh. Now I wonder, did he also had the nurse he's close with removed from his sight because of Yui? Did she also gaslighted him into thinking it's his fault? 😒
Hearing Yui's argument is laughable actually. When a patient is unconscious, a doctor has the right to do some tests based on medical judgement in order to reach the correct diagnosis for the right treatment, because a sleeping patient can't tell the doctor what's wrong with them afterall. She has no right to veto as a mother too(?), since Kousuke is already an adult. Now, whether the CEO of the hospital has the right to revoke a medical lisence based on personal opinion -- or not, I can't tell because I don't know the laws. But well, money and power goes a long way, sadly.
2. At least Nol wakes up with the person he care by his side. Kousuke wakes up with no one in sight, and the sound of arguments outside. Quimchee just loves hammering down Kousuke's sign of neglection, huh. As much of an asshole Kousuke is, he's still the victim of abuse just like Nol :(
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AW NAH BITCH, STAY AWAY FROM JAYCE. STAY AWAY FROM NOL. JUST GO AWAY, NO ONE WANTED YOU HERE.
4. Now, about the reason why Yui is so adamant not letting Kousuke be tested by a literal professional. Many people has guessed it's because Yui doesn't want anyone to find out Kousuke is not Rand's biological son, but I don't think we're there yet. Hansuke mentioned basic tests; as far as I know, the basic, standard tests don't include blood-type test or DNA test. It usually only covered the potentials of:
Irregularity in blood (haemoglobin, platetet, RBC counts)
Infection (WBC, Lymphocyte counts)
Liver disfunction (AST, ALT)
Kidney disfunction (Creatinin, Urea, Bilirubin)
Diabetes (blood sugar)
Cholesterol-based illness (LDL, HDL, triglycerides)
Irregularity in electrolytes (Na, K, Cl, Ca)
And that's the gist of it. There's not much to get, unless Yui doesn't want anyone to find out Kousuke is actually diabetic? Maybe she inserted diabetes medicines inside his food? Kousuke did say they have personal chefs, maybe they also received Yui's order. I kinda doubt it though, this seem like a stretch.
It's a different story if Hansuke wanted to check the possible substance inside Kousuke's body, though. Hansuke suspected Kousuke is under the influence; it's the easiest answer that could explain Kousuke's abnormal behavior.
This is just some wild theory but I suspect Yui inserted some antipsychotic drugs in his drink or food (remember the family chefs?) to keep Kousuke in check. If Hansuke finds out about it, it will reveal that Yui has been hiding the fact that Kousuke has some mental disorder, and that could jeopardize his position as the new CFO; that's why Yui doesn't want a blood work. Just a guess 💀
Btw, this is Shinae on episode 14 LMAO
Oh Shinae. Now this doesn't seem like a joke anymore ☠️
Oh. WAIT.
💀💀💀
5. [Yui: what has you scrambling around in distress?] [Kou: I can't recall... ] [Yui: Aww that's too bad...]
Look at that sinister smile. She is DELIGHTED Kousuke forgets. Since Yui knew he hit his head on the wall, I think it's safe to assume(?) she knows Kousuke was looking at patient record earlier. She knows which name that triggers him. Does it mean she doesn't want Kou to find out about Nessa (further, what she did to her)? Has Yui always used Kou's "ignorance" (memory issue) about Nessa's fate to let him mock Nol about her disappereance?
Nol you couldn't be more right. I look forward to see Kou finding out he has been mocking Nol's mom's absence when it's his own "dear mother" who "killed" her. The devastation...
6. I still don't get why would Yui throw away Rand's gift. If anything, I think it'd benefit her more if she give it to Kousuke. Something like: praising him, how he's done such a good job being a CFO that his father would give him an early expensive present, gaslight him into thinking it's not enough, but just a little more until he'd truly acknowledge him, etc. I thought he'd be easier to manipulate if he get enough reward (which he clearly didn't get)? It feels like Yui's manipulation is getting old. Idk, I thought a goal would be much sweeter if he get to taste it, so he'd work even harder. But so far, he didn't taste any of it.
But then it hit me. If Kousuke sees the real present, he'd know his father does care about him. He won't need Yui anymore, he'd start to rely on Rand, as in, the person. And Yui doesn't want that. She wants Kousuke to be fully in her control, she wants him to keep relying on Rand's image by her words; that Rand is a cold man who doesn't care about his family unless Kousuke surpassed him. She just... never let Kousuke to be free. (Which is why I realized Nol has the potential to be a much scarier manipulator than Yui, but that's another topic for another day).
7. Yui touching Kousuke's injured hand without apologizing is such a psychopath thing to do: lacking of guilt or empathy.
8. BAHAHA since we're almost at the end of the year, it's nice to see the reference of earlier episode!
Though, could this be a foreshadowing? If Shinae really becomes Kousuke's assistant in the future, would she be included in the future hospital inspection? Would she play a role in uncovering Nol and Kousuke's mistreatment in the hospital? Lol.
9. MEG!! AOEBJDDJ I hope she would return the gift to Kousuke, just like Shinae who return the bible to Nol! Kousuke needs to know Rand is more caring than he seemed and Yui is much more wicked than he thought! This is probably Meg's role as the member of the Black Team: to open Kousuke's eyes that he still has people who care for him as who he is.
And that's it! See you next week 👋
#i love yoo#ily#ily 220#i love yoo webtoon#line webtoon#quimchee#kousuke hirahara#yui hirahara#ily theory#ily analysis
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SENSATIONAL RACHEL
(The Ritz-Simleton Hotel, Del Sol Valley, Americreek 8:32 PM AST)
Dame Dorothy Dunbridge: (on the phone) You and Anthony must come out tonight! It's your last night in Americreek!
Princess Lara: I don't know. I can see tomorrow's headline "PREGNANT PRINCESS SEEN PARTYING!"
Dame Dorothy Dunbridge: (on the phone) (laughs) No! It's a jazz club called Sweet Weathers. There's a hot young singer performing tonight. She's from Windenburg!
Princess Lara: Oh?
Dame Dorothy Dunbridge: (on the phone) So, that's a yes? You'll come?
Princess Lara: Would you be up for going to a jazz lounge tonight? You can say no.
Prince Anthony: Well, when you present it to me like that...
Princess Lara: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. Pregnancy brain has my mind and emotions all over the place.
Prince Anthony: It's okay, babe. Are you up for going to a jazz lounge? The sims world knows you're pregnant, no need to push yourself if you're not up to it.
Princess Lara: I am tired but it's our last night in Americreek. We should go.
- - - - - LATER - - - - -
(Sweet Weathers Lounge, 10:07 PM WST)
Rachel Austin: (singing) 🎶Carried me through desperation.🎶
Princess Lara: (watching)
[??]: Enjoying the show?
Prince Anthony: Lara? I said, are you enjoying the show?
Princess Lara: She is magnificent! Her voice!
Rachel Austin: (singing) 🎶You give me Visions of Love. Your my sensation.🎶
Princess Lara: She's from Windenburg?
Dame Dorothy Dunbridge: Yes. She moved to Del Sol Valley for a recording contract with Simmy Records last year but it didn't go as planned. Her father was in the 90s boyband, New Sims On The Block.
Prince Anthony: I loved that group!
Princess Lara: Whitney Houston is my favorite singer and, in my opinion, one of the greatest. Rachel's voice has the ability to make her one of the greats too!
Dame Dorothy Dunbridge: She has a five-octave vocal range and signature use of her whistle register.
Princess Lara: I must meet her, Dame!
(crowd applause)
Rachel Austin: Thank you all so much! We're gonna take a 10 minute break. Be sure to visit the bar, and tip your waiters.
Rachel Austin: (curtsy) Your Royal Highness! It's such an honor!
Princess Lara: Please, please! Stand up.
Princess Lara: Your voice is sensational!
Rachel Austin: Thank you!
Princess Lara: I heard you're from Windenburg! You must come to the palace and perform! The Queen would surely love to have you sing for one of the royal engagements! Your voice needs to be heard, Rachel!
Rachel Austin: I don't know what to say. Thank You!
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I don't really. Understand why we have a legal system. Like. Who does it benefit? It seems stupid.
[]oooh, this |s the kind []f question | |_ive for! []kay []kay, this |s /\bout to get long, strap |n:
the |_egal system []f /\lternia /\s |t stands |s /\ |-|oldover from |ncredibly []ld days []f the empire! \/\/ay back from before \/\/e even |-|ad space travel! there's \/ery few records from that time, but \/\/e know the basis []f things |_ike [aste |_egislation, pailing |_aw, /\nd /\rchaic \/ersions []f the |\/|odern empire fealty |_aws /\nd treason punishments date back from that time, possibly from the \/\/ord []f the empress |-|erself!
back then, \/\/hatever she said \/\/as just the |_aw, |\|othing |\/|ore /\nd |\|othing |_ess. but then the empire expanded, /\nd expanded, /\nd kept expanding.
|_|s teals, then, \/\/ere given the task to enforce /\nd tweak the |_aw! |\|othing |\/|ajor, /\nd /\ll under the \/\/atch []f the empire's |\|obility, but |t granted |_|s some prestige, /\nd \/\/e've /\lways been good /\t bureaucracy, thus [oining the |_egislacerative system, /\s \/\/ell /\s |nstitutions to |_|phold |t (such /\s the [ruellest bar!)
the |-|ayday for the |_egislacerative system \/\/as just before the exile. They \/\/ould enact ever part []f the |_aw's \/\/ill /\nd \/\/ord, from \/\/riting, to enforcing |t, /\nd exist |n |ts service entirely! they'd |-|unt [riminals, [ompile evidence to justify the ruling they [hose, /\nd then carry []ut the ruling! those precedents \/\/ould then be |_|sed for future reference, strengthening the |_aw's |nternal [onsistency
(to tie |\/|ore |nto the question, the |_egal system benefits, \/\/well, the empire /\s /\ \/\/hole! |t's /\ [ode for trolls to |_ive through, |n service /\nd glory to the empire, /\nd [arry order /\nd justice through |t) (|deally |t *\/\/ouldn't* be that \/\/ay, but |t's |\|ot |_|p to |\/|e)
/\nyway, post exile, |_aw \/\/ithin /\lternia sort []f.. splintered []ff from greater |mperial |_aw. /\ |_ot []f []ur [urrent |_egislations /\re remnants from that time, []r small [hanges |\/|ade by |_egislacerators |n training, []r freshly exiled. Beyond /\lternia, drones |-|ave taken up /\ |_ot []f the enforcement /\ngles, /\nd rising [hurch |nfluence |-|as taken |_|p the responsibility for [ullings /\nd sentence dictating, |_eaving |_egislacerators to just toil /\t perfecting the |_aw, /\nd presenting evidence \/\/hen |\|eeded.
|n short, \/\/e |n /\lternia |-|ave /\ |_egal system /\s /\ |-|oldover []f rules /\nd regulations from the pre-exile era, \/\/ritten |n /\n /\ttempt /\t providing stability /\nd justice to /\ll, through the empire's \/\/ill.
Sorry /\bout the ramble, but | |-|ope this gave you some perspective []n |t! >\/>
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To fully complete my wyllstarion experience I'll also play a wyll origin game romancing astarion
Should I post the playthrough of that one too?
I'm almost finished with the wyll romancing ast one and will soon post act 3.... So should I post the opposite? Wyll game??
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CAN /\TTERA//Y FUCX\NG ANYONE TE// ME WHAT THE HE// \S GO\NG ON W\TH AMOGUS; THE SH\THEAD C/OWN, MR FUCX\NG \DEA/\S\M AND RA\NBOWS DR\PP\NG W\TH B/OOD AND /OATH\NG; THAT FUCXER, \M /OCXED OUT OF H\S ACCOUNT AND HE \SN'T FUCX\NG; ANSWER\NG; ANYTH\NG. AGA\N, /AST T\ME TH\S HAPPENED HE TR\ED TO FUCX\NG MURDER A FUSCH\A
\'M NOT WORR\ED FOR THE RECORD; \M MORE P\SSED THAT \TS HAPPEN\NG AGA\N.
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Asteroid's orbit, shape changed after DART impact
After NASA's historic Double Asteroid Redirection Test, a JPL-led study has shown that the shape of asteroid Dimorphos has changed and its orbit has shrunk.
When NASA's DART (Double Asteroid Redirection Test) deliberately smashed into a 560-foot-wide (170-meter-wide) asteroid on Sept. 26, 2022, it made its mark in more ways than one. The demonstration showed that a kinetic impactor could deflect a hazardous asteroid should one ever be on a collision course with Earth.
Now, a new study published in the Planetary Science Journal shows the impact changed not only the motion of the asteroid but also its shape.
DART's target, the asteroid Dimorphos, orbits a larger near-Earth asteroid called Didymos. Before the impact, Dimorphos had a roughly symmetrical "oblate spheroid" shape—like a squashed ball that is wider than it is tall. With a well-defined, circular orbit at a distance of about 3,900 feet (1,189 meters) from Didymos, Dimorphos took 11 hours and 55 minutes to complete one loop around Didymos.
"When DART made an impact, things got very interesting," said Shantanu Naidu, a navigation engineer at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California, who led the study.
"Dimorphos' orbit is no longer circular: Its orbital period"—the time it takes to complete a single orbit—"is now 33 minutes and 15 seconds shorter. And the entire shape of the asteroid has changed, from a relatively symmetrical object to a 'triaxial ellipsoid'—something more like an oblong watermelon."
Dimorphos damage report
Naidu's team used three data sources in their computer models to deduce what had happened to the asteroid after impact. The first source was aboard DART: The spacecraft captured images as it approached the asteroid and sent them back to Earth via NASA's Deep Space Network (DSN). These images provided close-up measurements of the gap between Didymos and Dimorphos while also gauging the dimensions of both asteroids just prior to impact.
The second data source was the DSN's Goldstone Solar System Radar, located near Barstow, California, which bounced radio waves off both asteroids to precisely measure the position and velocity of Dimorphos relative to Didymos after impact. Radar observations quickly helped NASA conclude that DART's effect on the asteroid greatly exceeded the minimum expectations.
The third and most significant source of data is ground telescopes around the world that measured both asteroids' "light curve," or how the sunlight reflecting off the asteroids' surfaces changed over time. By comparing the light curves before and after impact, the researchers could learn how DART altered Dimorphos' motion.
As Dimorphos orbits, it periodically passes in front of and then behind Didymos. In these so-called "mutual events," one asteroid can cast a shadow on the other or block our view from Earth. In either case, a temporary dimming—a dip in the light curve—will be recorded by telescopes.
"We used the timing of this precise series of light-curve dips to deduce the shape of the orbit, and because our models were so sensitive, we could also figure out the shape of the asteroid," said Steve Chesley, a senior research scientist at JPL and study co-author. The team found Dimorphos' orbit is now slightly elongated or eccentric.
"Before impact," Chesley continued, "the times of the events occurred regularly, showing a circular orbit. After impact, there were very slight timing differences, showing something was askew. We never expected to get this kind of accuracy."
The models are so precise that they even show that Dimorphos rocks back and forth as it orbits Didymos, Naidu said.
Orbital evolution
The team's models also calculated how Dimorphos' orbital period evolved. Immediately after impact, DART reduced the average distance between the two asteroids, shortening Dimorphos' orbital period by 32 minutes and 42 seconds to 11 hours, 22 minutes, and 37 seconds.
Over the following weeks, the asteroid's orbital period continued to shorten as Dimorphos lost more rocky material to space, finally settling at 11 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds per orbit—33 minutes and 15 seconds less time than before impact. This calculation is accurate to within 1 ½ seconds, Naidu said. Dimorphos now has a mean orbital distance from Didymos of about 3,780 feet (1,152 meters)—about 120 feet (37 meters) closer than before impact.
"The results of this study agree with others that are being published," said Tom Statler, lead scientist for solar system small bodies at NASA Headquarters in Washington. "Seeing separate groups analyze the data and independently come to the same conclusions is a hallmark of a solid scientific result. DART is not only showing us the pathway to an asteroid-deflection technology; it's revealing a new fundamental understanding of what asteroids are and how they behave."
These results and observations of the debris left after impact indicate that Dimorphos is a loosely packed "rubble pile" object, similar to asteroid Bennu. ESA's (European Space Agency) Hera mission, planned to launch in October 2024, will travel to the asteroid pair to carry out a detailed survey and confirm how DART reshaped Dimorphos.
TOP IMAGE....The asteroid Dimorphos was captured by NASA’s DART mission just two seconds before the spacecraft struck its surface on Sept. 26, 2022. Observations of the asteroid before and after impact suggest it is a loosely packed “rubble pile” object. Credit: NASA/Johns Hopkins APL
LOWER IMAGE....This illustration shows the approximate shape change that the asteroid Dimorphos experienced after DART hit it. Before impact, left, the asteroid was shaped like a squashed ball; after impact it took on a more elongated shape, like a watermelon. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech
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Caitlin Clark breaking yet another record in any NCAA tournament (for both men’s or women’s) with a 40+ pts triple double.
41 pts | 10 reb | 12 ast | 3 stl (8/13 3-pt)
UNREAL
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FFXIV OCs
Nya (Main WoL, Keeper Miqo'te)
Character tag: oc: nya
Classes: DRK/BRD/DNC/RPR/BLM/WHM/AST/NIN
Summary: Nya considers most of his life nothing to brag about, with humble origins in the forests of Gridania and an even humbler perspective on his career as a knight and Warrior. Even as Hydaelyn's chosen, the tribulations he faced never once stroked his ego, and he has spent his life dedicating his battles in both human connection and against evil to the Goddesses he has sworn himself to: Halone and Menphina. He considers the work he does as an adventurer his duty, an act of worship, and a personal test all at once-- but when the armor comes off at the end of the day, he's just another soul in the world who seeks to stoke the hearth for weary travelers to rest at and tend to their worries.
His main classes are Tank and DPS. As a Dark Knight, he wields sorrow rather than rage, emboldened by black ice enhanced with the power of his knowledge in black magic and the frigidity of the tears within his soul. As a DPS, his heart remains that of a bard who sings of winds that roll off Menphina's hair, but a desire to be of more use to look after fellow warriors often sees him in the position of their dance partner.
Ships: N/A. A few potential ones, but none canon. His rocky history with falling in and out of love and feeling cursed to never find it has left him alone, but he has since healed from the fresh wounds.
Relationships: Tiamat, Barbariccia (Voidsent Pact), the Scions, Matoya Family, Ishgardian nobility (Aymeric, High Houses)
History: Originated as a Bard in Gridania, left home as soon as he could. Served a tenure as a House Knight for Fortemps and Durendaire as a median between both Houses, then spent Stormblood learning the way of the ninja under Yugiri and being an attache for Hien. Resigned afterwards and returned to his adventurer duties in Shadowbringers. Post-EW, temporarily lost his way due to stress and emotional tragedy and forgot how to be an adventurer until picking up Reaper and forming a new voidpact. Before 6.3, spent his retirement as the WoL traveling and caring for Tiamat and her young after freeing her from Azys Lla, where they bonded over similar experiences in tragic love and the pieces left behind from the Dragonsong War.
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Theron Sh'an (Side/Non-WoL, Reference Character, Hyur)
Character tag: ff theron
Classes: SAM/DRG/GNB/WAR/PLD/MNK/RDM/MCH/SGE/SCH
Summary: This elusive spy's background is clouded in mystery, but he is known for his relations to a previous hero of the realm who presumably abandoned him as a child- and who he expresses much chagrin at being tied to. For all his shortcomings in magic and a pitiful amount of aether, he's managed to work his way up in resistance groups and espionage done for the Maelstrom and Grand Companies, granting him an impressive service record in Eorzea's military. He and Thancred often cross paths to exchange information, but this has caused him to be dragged into his adventures more than once- and all the craziness that usually follows either of them.
His mother happened to be a famed swordswoman, and he inherited her soulstone containing all of her knowledge and techniques after she disappeared from the realm. Though he insists he's "average" and ill-fitting in the garb of a samurai himself, his soul resonates well with it- and unbeknownst to him outside of his deprecating image, he makes his secret lineage proud.
A gunblade is all the rage amongst those who have weathered the trenches of Bozja, and equally so amongst machinists who have a need for defense in a time of technological advancement. It was only natural Theron pick it for himself, though he has been the butt of jokes at being compared to the other gunbreaker spy with a name starting in Th.
Ships: N/A
Relationships: The Maelstrom, the Scions, Bozjan Resistance
History: N/A
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Thought I’d do a short blog intro!!
HELLO NEW PEOPLE!!
This is a long post
Hello! I go by Robin online ^^
Im a minor so don’t be weird
E/INFP-T (ambivert)
Time zone- AST
I’m bilingual! (English and French)
I don’t label my gender, but I am trans, my pronouns are they/them and I’m a demiromantic lesbian
Things I commonly use when typing:
Emoticons, tone indicators, italicized text, cutting myself off with a dash, ‘lmao’, keyboard smash, ‘real’, ‘fam’, the terms dude, bro, and man, these specific emojis- 💀🫠😭👏✨🤷♂️😔😟😎👍👀💪🙏😡🤯😈
I post a bunch of stuff on this blog; mainly poetry, art, my thoughts on stuff and reblogs
I’m in a bunch of fandoms but the ones that are currently most prominent are the Rockabye Musical, EPIC the musical, Les Mis, Adventure Time, Dunmeshi, MLP, TOH and Pokémon
You’re free to make fanart of my ocs as long as it’s SFW, not gorey, and not traced or stolen!
Here are some favourites!
Musical artists/bands: James Marriott, Lovejoy, Phoebe Bridgers, boygenius, Frankie Cosmos, Hozier, Mitski, Leith Ross, Tame Impala
Albums/eps: Bitter Tongues, Pebble Brain, Punisher, Are We There Yet?, the record, folklore, Fine Line, Copycat Killer, Trick, Be the Cowboy, Laurel Hell, The Land Is Inhospitable and So are We, Currents
Colours: bright orange, yellowy green, magenta, pink
Drinks: Orange pekoe tea with sugar and milk, mango smoothies
Foods: grilled cheese, burnt popcorn, dill pickles
Movies: Les Misérables, Mean Girls, Puss In Boots: The Last Wish, Spider-Man: into the Spider-verse, Sing Street, Whip It, Nimona
Shows: The Owl House, Wednesday, Percy Jackson, Blue Eye Samurai, Dungeon Meshi, Fionna and Cake (and yes, Adventure Time), Bluey, Handmaid’s tale, My Little Pony
Misc: bright colours, lights, writing, fun clothing, drawing, playing guitar and piano, singing, figurines, stuffed animals, the smell of freshly washed blankets, decorating, painting, makeup, musical theatre, english class, roller skating, archaeology, science
Top 10 favourite songs of all time
Nothing Matters- The Last Dinner Party
Model Buses- Lovejoy
Where has everyone gone?- James Marriott
One day more- Les Misérables
Not Strong Enough- boygenius
Kyoto- Phoebe bridgers
Touch Tone Telephone- Lemon Demon
It’s All Futile! It’s All Pointless!- Lovejoy
Chicago- Sufjan Stevens
Love Song- Beach Bunny
Dislikes:
Any sort of discrimination really, strong smells, passive aggressiveness, unwarranted hate towards fandoms, miscommunication trope, sweet potato, country music, hockey
I’m just here to have some fun and be silly!! This post will probably get updated quite a bit lmao-
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Jacob Dvorak, Alaska inmate, born 1997, incarceration intake at ae 19, scheduled for release 03/11/2044
Murder
Nineteen-year old Jacob Dvorak of Palmer was sentenced to 45 years in prison and 10 years felony probation in Palmer District Court on felony second-degree murder charges.
In early 2014, Dvorak--17 at the time, admitted to Alaska State Troopers (AST) shooting 45-year old Frank Pushruk for retaliation of what he believed was a sexual assault against a juvenile female friend. After shooting Pushruk once in the face and twice in the head, Dvorak dumped the body off a Matanuska River scenic overlook alongside Glenn Highway. Two juvenile friends were with Dvorak at the time. Court records stated one of those juveniles helped dumped the body over the cliff.
The alleged victim of the sexual assault told troopers she wasn’t sure she’d been assaulted and didn’t feel like she’d had sex, but woke up naked in bed with Pushruk.
Pushruk was never charged in the case.
Dvorak originally faced first-degree murder, second-degree murder--extreme indifference, and two counts of felony tampering with physical evidence. The murder charges were unclassified felonies while the two latter charges were Class C felonies. Dvorak accepted a plea-bargain with the district attorney.
One of the friends, Ethan Angasan, was previously charged with second-degree murder in Pushruk’s death, but saw those charges dismissed in exchange for a guilty plea on one Class C felony count of evidence tampering, according to court documents.
Angasan received a suspended sentence. He was given two years probation and assessed $1,050 in court costs. As part of his probation, the Court directed Angasan to refrain from gang involvement, alcohol, drugs and prohibited him from carrying a concealed weapon.
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QnA with Mc
People on social media wanted to know more about the mysterious student who lived in Ramshackle Dorm so they agreed.
Here are the most interesting questions from the QnA
BootySolomon:have you ever been in a fight.
Mc: well i have stopped fighting for the most part but i did beat up the cashier and chef at a fast food joint for spiitting in my food and throwing it at me and yes i did win
Blazeno:what was the craziest thing that happened to you at one of the magical courses
Mc: Welk Blazeno thats a tough one cuz its some new shit everyday but if i had to choose one the top of my head it would be when i summoned a demon from the underworld at Alchemy class.
Foveone: whats your darkest secret
Mc:Well for starters i have many but one of them is that I have embezzled money from our school cafe called the Mostro lounge.
ChanUpfor:whats a random talent you have.
Mc:I can speak 12 different languages dont if that counts but there you go
Jacorp: Who are you friends with
Mc:anyone with a tragic backstory
Anuraft:what part time job did you do when you were younger
Mc:i used to be a Vtuber when i was 13 but i doubt if that counts
DeckMon:whats one bad thing you did that you dont regret
Mc:Let me telk you a story. I have a fruend called Sebek and hes a nice guy and all a tad bit to fanatic of his waka sama but that something else for a different day but one thing everyone can agree about him is that he is loud. So on this day i was very tired and exhausted frim carrying out errands for the headmage at our school and of course that day hapoened ti be the day that my friend Ace decided to annoy me the most. Now usually i would ignore hum until he stopped but kn this day in particular i was out for blood so i hatched a plan. I would give Sebek a potion that nakes his voice really high pitched under the gusie that u was trying to perfect the voice changing potion to pass Alchemy class. Knowing Ace he would definitely make fun of Sebek and kniwing him he wouldn't take it lying down so what happens the plan goes accordingly with a touch of subtle instigation you get a fist fight at the Basketball courts . Now did i regret everything that happened no did i also feel bad for being the reason Acs got his ass beat also no but was it entertaining yes i even have it here recorded on my phone but unfortunately i cant share it with you all.
PlanetDreamy:hey Mc im really happy to have decided to listen to your QnA because it makes me so happy. Lately somethings Irl have made me really sad and depressed but your live stream has really brightened my day thank you
Mc:Hey dreamy Thank you so much for your kind words and I hope you stay string through whatever is happening to you in your private life. I cant guarantee that it will end soon, i also cant guarantee that you ghat everything will be alriggt in fhe end but want i can Guarantee you is that if you ever need to talk i will always be there for you no matter what happens i promise
SnowboardJunky:what scares you the most at the NRC
Mc: when were having a culinary crucible and Lilia is a participant and im a judge
Wallani:Aren't you tired of being nice. Don't you ever wanna go apeshit
Mc:Every. Single. Damn. Day
Tyraft:is that cat your Familiar
Mc:No he's family and he's fire weasel get it right
Grim(in the background) :im not a weasel
VivalaCrazii:whats your favorite food
Mc:Fried Crow and Chips with ketchup
GazetteBug: Will you do more of these in the future
Mc:Dunno you'll have to ask my Manager Cherry about that one
Bonus Hcs
Mc learnt 7 languages for their role in plays and movies,4 of them are languages native to Twisted wonderland one of them is fae(which Mc remarks that its similar to Latin from their world) and the last one is tongues dont ask why or how they know it
Grim has very few clothes but the ones he does own are matching bg knes with Mc
One time Floyd hmwas realky hyper so Mc shit him with a tranq gun which now sits in Azuls office in case of emergencies
Mc got into Astrology because Petwr told them when theyvwere younger that he telks them that he lives in a place near the milky way and woukd have mc guess where it was
Every Disney character i have mentioned thus far knows that Twisted wonderland exists
After spending so long at Nrc Mc doesn't get scared easily anymkre which is why Lilia has made it his mission to scare mc but all his attempts have ended in failure
I should also mention that one tume he tried to change things up by changing into a robber but unfortunately for him Mc and the first years plus Foyd were all chilling in the living room at ranshackle dorm when decided ti pull this stunt and because of how he looked he almost got jumped by them until he frantically teleported away
Mc has the habit of giving backhanded compliments when gheir annoyed with people.
I dknt uf mentioned this ub a previous ask but Mc would have been an honirs student but since Grim is the second half if their student identity his marks drag down theirs preventing them from being an honors student.
Mc one time painted a hedgehog from heartslaybul blue gave it red runnung shoes and called it sonic one whim one day
Due to how run down Ramshackled dorm is the llace tends to break and falk apart at random so mc has basically learned spidey sense so yeah good luck beating them at dodgeball
Mc one time asked if he could get a get crocodile they were denied one
Mc doesnt mind danger because in their eyes the scars are proof this is real
For the QnA Mc face was blurred
Mc can sail a boat because Donald Taught them
Mc is ambidextrous because they one time broke their right hand so they learnt how to write with their left hand
Last one Becaise Mc is broke student they learnt how to sow their clothes shut and sometimes will even Knit sweaters with Lilia
Real last one Mc one time got a bead bracelet from leona bht Malleus git jacket and wanted Mc wear a bracelet frim briar valley mc said no so they suggested that Malleus gives them one bead from them and they will put it in their bracelet and well this had a domino effect because by the end of the week all of mc friends and even the staff gave them a bead(Chenya sneaked in one night and added a bead from him and Neige) mc has never taken that bracelet off ever since
Once again i hope this covers the lack of headcanons i have given as ways feel free to ask questions about them
Goodbye
First: super sorry for the late reply! It's been a very chaotic time these last months and tho I did post some things and I put this on drafts to comment on later, I ended up lost track of it (as with other things I wanted to post/rb but still are in the drafts). I'm sorry for it!
This MC is the same for the Hardworking MC series (or just general hcs about MC)~ there's one more ask made about it and I'll be sure to have it pre-prepared after finally posting!
the QnA with your MC was really interesting and it also reminded me of that old interview fic format I wrote really back in the day (not with twst, it was other fandom), so it was actually nostalgic lol as weird as it sounds
the characters interviewing MC, the stories with other characters and the questions lol I can imagine that it took time to do and also to tap all into the ask, so thank you for all the work! it was so sweet and fun to read~ I’ll join you in a round with fried crow and chips, no ketchup for me, and I almost died when I saw that I was promoted as your manager TwT)
I think it would be really interesting as your own post, like you fleshing out more of your MC or the other ones you have in posts in your blog. Especially to not depend so much on my horrible posting schedule lol you have all my support on that!
and Bonus Hcs session!!
GRIM & MC WITH MATCHING CLOTHES YESSS~ (that’s the little joys in life when you can’t get to be the honor student ig)
just MC and Cater taking photos with the blue hedgehog and MC singing “Gotta Go Fast!” while nobody understands but they’re used to their own world references now so, let’s question it later (Riddle is not thrilled)
“Mc one time asked if he could get a get crocodile they were denied one” and that’s how they made friends with Sebek
the bracelet story was really sweet <3 I always wanted to make one with my friends when I was little but it never got into it, I still think it’s really cute tho~
not a problem, dear! I’ll have prepared your next ask about MC and the dorms so I can post it next day, the faster I can <3 thanks as always!
#twisted wonderland#mc/yuu#hardworking mc/yuu hcs#sebek zigvolt#ace trappola#lilia vanrouge#twst grim#floyd leech#azul ashengrotto#leona kingscholar#malleus draconia#and tiny little mentions of crowley#cherry's reply#cherry's mumbling about twst
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Topo maledetto.
Il mouse è morto, almeno sembra così. Non ricordo quando lo comprai e visto il costo, se non erro 9€ al supermercato, ci può anche stare, uno di quei mouse mini con la batteria, ottimo perché senza filo e per me che un tempo passavo ore a modellare, quindi milioni di click e movimenti è l'ideale a quello col filo. Fatto sta che è andato, già ieri dava segni di stanchezza e pensavo era la batteria, l'ho cambiata e tutto ok, oggi si spegneva di continuo e non voleva più muoversi, poi è deceduto del tutto. Obsolescenza programmata? Può essere. Adesso sono passato al micro da viaggio col filo, ma mi serve un mouse decente, dovrò spendere un pò di più per averne uno che magari dura, perché questo è il secondo. Stando al fatto che ho almeno per ora abbandonato la modellazione e la stampa 3D diciamo che potrei anche accontentarmi di questo, ma è una ciofeca.
Detto questo, oggi inizia l'ultima settimana di sto primo mese lavorativo, poi si aspetta con ansia la paga per l'acquisto dell'anno il controller midi che mi porterà a un nuovo livello di produzione musicale, c'è anche la curva d'apprendimento dello strumento e qua mi viene in aiuto la mia mania di leggere i manuali di istruzione, eh si, io leggo i manuali di istruzione, quelli che vengono allegati a ogni apparecchio elettronico, per il semplice motivo che se c'è un manuale ci sarà un motivo. Ricordo che il pianistello comprò un registratore d'ambiente digitale, un giorno arrivò alle prove con sto coso, 250€, sulla scatola c'era scritto 4 tracks recording e altre piccole indicazioni, poi li per li lui lo accese e provò a farlo funzionare, dalla scatola estrassi il manuale che era bello corposo e iniziai a sfogliarlo, come sempre ci sono nelle prime pagine le avvertenze su come evitare che l'apparecchio vada in merda, poi appena arrivai alla prima pagina lui mi disse :"Dai qua, dai qua", gli diedi il manuale e lo riposò nella scatola dicendo "I manuali non servono ad un cazzo, proviamo comunque a registrare qualcosa per prova", dopo mezz'ora che ci smanettava senza ottenere risultati gli feci notare che se leggevamo il manuale eravamo magari in grado di capire come funzionava, lui ha ribadito che non serve e che avrebbe chiesto a Claudio, amico pianista, come doveva fare perché lui ne ha uno simile. Non c'è proprio bisogno di commentare. Dico solo che uno degli ultimi messaggi che mi ha mandato è stato :"Gug, come faccio a registrare il pianoforte acustico?", potevo benissimo dirgli "leggiti il manuale di quel coso che ti sei comprato e che starà prendendo polvere da qualche parte e vedrai che non hai bisogno di nient'altro", ma gli diedi delle indicazioni diverse, perché per registrare ci sono diversi metodi, uno è una bella interfaccia audio, un paio di microfoni e aste, il tutto al costo amatoriale di circa 500€, questo è per avere delle registrazioni decenti, se poi vuoi fare qualcosa di professionale devi raddoppiare o triplicare il costo, risposta "Azz, ma non c'è una strada più semplice?" e la gli feci notare che aveva quell'aggeggio, che ha anche due ingressi per due microfoni, oltre ai microfoni sensibili in dotazione, risposta "Ma quel coso non funziona bene", io "Hai letto le istruzioni", lui "non servono a un cazzo le istruzioni", io "beh, allora la strada è quella", mi ha salutato e penso porconato da buon veneto.
Questa storiella mi ricorda quanto io sono quello che non ne sa niente sulla musica e lui quello che ha fatto il conservatorio e conosce la musica a menadito, ma che purtroppo non riesce a fare altro che l'insegnante, nonostante gli avevo fatto vedere che col progetto dello swing italiano potevamo anche tirare su un pò di soldi, ma si sa chi vive di pezzi di carta pensa che se non ne hai uno non sei all'altezza. Meno male che l'ho allontanato, mi sento molto meglio :D
Va bè, RIP mouse.
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Animation Block Party returns to Los Angeles on Saturday, February 11, 2023 at Permanent Records with a Valentines special headlined by Picture This Show live animated comedy. PICTURE THIS! is a show from Brandie Posey & Sam Varela: two girls who want to push the boundaries of what a comedy show can be. Picture This! is a live comedy show with stand-ups performing while they are drawn live by some of the best animators, cartoonists, and other artists in Los Angeles, Brooklyn, and festivals around the world! The comedians don’t know what the animators are drawing and the animators don’t know how the comedians will react. It may be weird. It may different. But it will be FUNNY!
**SPECIAL FREE SHOW THANKS TO ABP!!**
Comedy by:
Samantha Ruddy (Tonight Show)
Julia Shiplett (HBO)
Percy Rustomji (Fuse, ABC)
Katrina Davis (Comedy Dynamics)
Paul Danke (AST Records)
Reshma Meister
John-Michael Bond
Animation by:
Mike L. Mayfield (Adult Swim, FOX)
Mike Hollingsworth (BoJack Horseman)
Aaron Long (Tuca & Bertie)
David Brown (Shrimp Boys, Helltrap Nightmare)
Portlynn Tagavi
Sarah Schmidt
Hosted by:
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SATURDAY 2/11
Doors 6:30pm
Show 7pm PST
at Permanent Roadhouse Records
1906 Cypress Ave, Los Angeles, CA 90065
and livestreaming on Zoom
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