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niskoo · 3 years

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Burrito run

pairing: rich kid! Jake x rich kid! reader

genre: fluff, crack, bff2l! AU

warnings: food, swearing, sneaking out (??)

word count: 3k words

a/n: my dumbass posted this on my nct acc omfg

this was originally for haechan of nct for my nct acc (@daegall) but i thought i could treat you guys to hehe

networks: @enhypennetwork

You had known Jake for more than half of your lives. Thanks to both of your rich ass parents setting you two up for a playdate at the age of 12, now you have found your rock and partner in crime. You know when he's feeling down, when he wants to cause trouble for no reason, when he has an eye for someone, heck, you know when and how to get him out of any situation when needed.

Like right now, as he gives you a side glance as he talks boringly to a group of men. All they talked about was business. Jake wanted to talk about that one burrito place down the block, he wants to get out of there and go get some. He wants to get out of this stupid high class party he has no part of.

He knows you do too, he knows by the way you keep glancing at the back door by the kitchen, and how you occasionally move to each group closer to the door. You know he catches up to the plan, how he also moves from group to group, excusing himself every 2 minutes.

You politely excuse yourself from the many unknown rich aunts who just questioned your love life, giving them a very passive smile, before turning to move to another group.

You don't get to go to another group, because you're already so close to the door, and Jake approaches you.

"Why, hello there, miss Y/n."

You feign shock at his greeting, holding a hand to your chest, "My, Jaeyun, wasn't it? It's been too long!"

Your best friend nods, playing along to the small skit you two have created, "About 2 hours, I think? You've grown very beautifully,"

You flick your hand at him, nudging his shoulder not-so-gently, "Oh stop."

You bite your lip to hold back a loud laugh when Jake winces at your harsh push at his shoulder, watching as his face twists in playful anger. You can't help but thin he looks absolutely adorable, nose scrunched up and eyes narrowed in a non meaningful glare, you ought to kiss his puffed cheeks.

You shake the last thought from your mind, bringing the elegant glass of champagne to your lips, sipping lightly at the sweet and slightly sour liquid. You then take a double check around the spacious room, to see if anyone is watching.

Your mother and father were chatting at the far corner with the parents of Jay, a guy you met earlier this evening. He looked just as bored as you. Jake's parents stood not too far from your parents, greeting anyone who approached them.

This was your chance.

Quickly, as Jake was mumbling something about you growing up strongly as well, you grab his arm. He yelps in surprise, as you drag him through the back door, lightly blushing at your gentle touch at his wrist.

The back door soon slams behind the both of you, and you are met with a large yard.

"Y/n! What if someone caught us?"

Giving Jake a side glare, you start to trudge down the flight of stairs to the garden, "You were too busy complaining about my guns to notice we had a chance to escape. You're welcome."

"You're weak!"

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

You ignore the upcoming argument you could've started, taking off your painful heels. They were absolutely stunning, but stung your feet constantly. Beauty is pain, as mother says.

"Lead the way to the burrito truck you claimed to see on the way here!"

Through the many bushes, and many guards, and even more bushes, you finally make it out the the big mansion, and into the dark streets. It's 10 in the night, you hope the burrito place is still open or your only choice left is a McDonalds about an hour away or convenience store food. Not that you minded, but you haven't had a burrito since you were 18. You had it right after graduation day with one of your closes friends who you have no idea of her whereabouts now.

The last time Jake had a burrito is about last week, the first time he met another rich kid named Sunghoon. Their parents gave them a bunch of money to go spend on expensive and top quality foods, but they both mutually agreed to get cheap burritos that would probably give them a bad stomach.

Jake takes the lead, as expected, for he was the one who spotted the food truck. He took off his blazer some time ago, you don't remember when, but with his jacket thrown over his elbow and sleeves rolled up like that, you can't help but admire.

You notice every single little thing about him, his slow, rhythmic paces, occasionally kicking stray rocks on the sidewalk. You watch as his hair slightly bounces as he kicks yet another rock, and you want to pet his hair.

There was that one time when you were 16 and you had a movie night as your parents went away for some business, he had his head on your lap, you didn't mind for some reason. At some point you had started playing lightly with a few strands of his hair, but you didn't notice. The moment you softly ran your hands through his hair, you realized, and decided to keep your hands to yourself after that. To your surprise he protested against it, claiming it was very comforting. So now every time one of you come over to the other's house, you would somehow find yourself playing with his hair, like pure human instinct.

But now as you observed your best friend more, you have a different feeling running through you as you had an urge to softly play with them once more, as if it wasn't as platonic anymore. But that was absurd. you've been friends for 10 years now, why are you just feeling like this now?

Your heart jumps in your chest when you are suddenly met with Jake's eyes, shining brightly with a slight mischievous gloss glazing over them. "Can we pick up the pace please? I'm getting pretty hungry and I know you are too."

Your heart softens as he sticks his arm out, gesturing you to come next to him. You jog barefoot to his side, instantly looping your arm with his.

It doesn't take long to find the food truck Jake mentioned, just a 10 minutes from the mansion, somewhere near the center of town. You had to drive about 2 hours to get here, and so did Jake, so it's a bit strange how he knew his way around the town so easily. You guess he just is that way.

You practically drool at the smell of savory foods that lingers in the air, sucking the saliva in your mouth.

Your best friend eyes you playfully, nudging your hip with his, "See? What did I tell you? Burrito food truck!"

You don't respond, simply grunting and dragging him to the cashier to order some food.

It takes a lot of time to decide on what burrito you'd buy, there were even tacos, and weirdly, cookies and croissants. It was your dream food truck, really. In the end, you both went for the classic burrito, nothing could beat it.

There were no seats to the food truck, sadly, so you and Jake opted to sit on the curb, legs sprawled out on the road, hopefully no cars drive by.

"You ready?" Your best friend asks you, looking at you with much anticipation. You stare at your own burrito in much more anticipation, it's been 4 years since you had a burrito. You wonder how you could survive that long.

You nod vivaciously, already opening your mouth to take a bite. Jake chuckles as he watches you take your first bite, your cheeks instantly puffing out full of the contents. You shut your eyes in bliss, licking your lips for anything left on them.

As you continue to chew, you shake your head, "Shit, I haven't had anything this good in sooo long." You exaggerate, taking yet another bite of the heavenly treat.

Jake can't agree more, he just had a burrito last week, but somehow eating one with you feels different. Especially when you don't mind him seeing and pointing out the smeared food around your mouth, simply trying to search for it with your tongue instead.

Your best friend wants to cherish this moment forever, keep it deep in his heart and laugh at it in the future when he suddenly gets reminded of it, he wants to brag about it to his friends, maybe even share it with his grandchildren, he doesn't know. All he knows is that you're it for him.

You're the one he's spent all of his teenage years with, his first heartbreak, first sleepover, first drink was with you, heck, you were his first close friend!

You know so much about him, you share so much about yourself to him, he's the one you trust. He's the first person you call out to when you're down, first person you call out to in the best of your times. It amazing how much you've been through together, and Jake thinks anything is possible, as long as it's you.

Falling in love seems so much easier than ever, especially at that moment, eating a burrito instead of the expensive caviar at the party before, just with him. And nobody else.

He wants to make you his. Not just his best friend, his lover, his soul mate, his whole world. Not that you weren't already.

"What's wrong?" you suddenly ask Jake, startling him. "You nudge your chin at the burrito in his hands, "Why aren't you eating?"

Jake flushes, realizing he's been staring at you the whole time, taking a big bite of his burrito, before looking away bashfully. "It's nothing."

You grow suspicious of his actions, watching as he swallows and bites his lip shyly. You choose to leave it there, instead bringing up your parents being out of town next week.

The conversation keeps going, from one topic to the other, swerving all over the place, but that's just how it is, talking to the person you're most comfortable with.

The conversation goes on and on until you find yourself walking along the streets blindly, fiddling with the paper packaging of the burrito you ate. You also find yourself wearing Jake's shoes instead of walking barefoot, he gave to you after you complained about walking over so many rocks, and you didn't like how your heart swarmed and beat dangerously fast as he claimed it would be better if you borrowed them for the night.

Strangely enough, his blazer he took off about and hour ago now stayed on your shoulders, keeping you warm from the cold breezes of the night. All your best friend's actions made you swoon over him, and that wasn't something you would feel often. Maybe occasionally, but not everyday.

Jake doesn't know what got into him when he took his shoes off for you, or when he draped his blazer on your shoulders, or why he took your heels and held it for you. What he does know, is that he enjoys the way your lips purse and a light shade of pink dusted over your cheeks. Or how you pull his blazer tighter around your body and sub-consciously loop your arm around his again.

You two never really got to go through the proper high school experience, your parents forced you to go to a strict school with strict rules, they didn't even have celebrations.

Jake always imagines what it would be like to go to a dance, prom, maybe? Full of fun, dancing, and definitely you. You had a similar vision. Chugging down punch or soda and dancing crazily together until you both get sick and throw up in the bathroom.

Prom was like a mutual yearning for the both of you.

God, how you would kill to have a normal high school experience.

"You know," Jake starts, "this feels like I'm walking you home after prom."

You can't stop the grin from reaching your lips, giving into it and letting out a soft laugh. Softly, you elbow his side, "Corny."

There are a few laughs here and there after that, but overall just comforting silence that goes throughout the night. The crickets that echo throughout the night are your only noises, and the few cars rushing by. You two come to a stop at a random bench by a streetlamp, settling there until you realize it's time to go back to the party.

You realize it, but you just don't want to let go of the moment.

You feel Jake hook his leg under yours, swinging them together in sync as you rest and stare into the night sky. Tonight isn't that much of a pretty night, no stars, barely a moon, but that's alright, you're enjoying the most of it.

You turn your head away from the boring black sky, instead facing the mot interesting thing you find in life. Jake is staring down at your swinging legs, smiling at the sight. He fiddles softly with your fingers, caressing and tracing them as if they were one of the most precious things in the world.

Your eyes trail from your tangled legs, to your tangled hands, all the way up to Jake's face, tracing each and every detail with your gaze. You don't remember when he matured, you only remember the fluffy cheeked bowl cut Jake when you two were still middle schoolers. Now all that cheek has become more defined, especially his jaw, you can't help but admire him. He was like a piece of art. Your favorite piece of art.

For the second time that night, you focus on his hair, and ought to run your hands through them once again. To pull him into your embrace as he rests on you, to simply relax and twirl his strands around your fingers.

It seems like whenever you're staring at his hair, Jake just startles you with his eyes, still glossy, but this time they hold something different.

They admire you just as much as yours admire him.

Slowly, as if an unspoken agreement, you lean in closer to his face. His breath close to your cheek sets goosebumps trailing your body, and his touch now on your neck warms you inside.

Your eyes flit between his eyes and lips, oh those plump, soft lips you dream of. You would never admit it, but you have had many urges to crash your own upon them.

And that's exactly what you do. Though, crash isn't the right word to describe it. They press together softly more than recklessly, pulling into a soft lock, something much more than just platonic love being poured into it. Pure bliss and love are being poured like gentle and calm rivers, the ones you find clear and beautiful in parks. It runs faster as Jake tilts your head to kiss you closer, lips wrapped up in the warmth of yours. It feels like home to him.

Jake is absolutely perfect, you decide, despite all the many nights spent together breaking down, left for each other to pick the other up, it makes him perfect.

He thinks you're the most flawless thing he's ever seen, despite all the gems and crystals he sees in most parties, you're the brightest one shining, he could never find any jewel more valuable than you.

You pull away with one last soft lock of your lips, but stay close and ghost them together. You find his eyes the shining the most you have ever seen in the 10 years you have spent with him, one different emotion fluttering behind them. Love.

You surely don't feel that big of a person when you're at these big rich parties, even if everyone knew of your name. But kissing your best friend and being the one he sees, he loves, being his, you feel like you could rule the world.

You know you're his after this. How could you not? The way he breaks out into a very bashful smile when you leave one last peck on his lips, the way he holds you so close. There was no way he couldn't be yours after this.

A week later you have a very sleepy boyfriend on your couch, his head resting on your lap as you play softly with his hair. Nothing is all that different, except for all the kisses he steals when reaching up to you. And of course, the corny lines being thrown at each other as a competition to see who can come up with the cheesiest, most disgusting pick up line ever.

"I want to wrap you in my arms and make you my baerito."

"Ugh Jake that was just straight but bad! Not even funny or cheesy!"

Jake simply laughs, and wraps his arms around you just as he claimed to have wanted to, mumbling how he agreed into your forehead.

Being in his arms, you feel like you could fight everything that would try to hurt your lover, but for now you stick to the playful pokes he gives to your stomach and sides.

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h-e-l-l-b-r-o-k-e · 4 years

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State of Mind [B.H. x you]

Request: @lemonypink

Inspiration: Rock Me by Great White

Word Count: 2253 Warnings: profanity.

Written Date: 12/27/19-1/1/20 Posted Date: 1/1/2020

[MASTERLIST]

Dating Billy was like dating one of the many attractive rockstars plastered on the pale walls of your bedroom, except only with slightly less screeching girls and more bloody knuckles. Billy hated when other men, many who are older, would try to propose to you some sort of midnight deal involving money and their hotel rooms and you hated when girls would reach up and twirl bits of his hair or rub the lapels of his jean jacket with their fingers every time you left to get more booze or for a quick bathroom break.

This was the Sunset Strip, Hollywood’s most popular spot for metal musicians and whores with fishnets that run up the expanse of their thighs, and it was a dangerous combo when the two of you were thrown into the mix. Yet, it was a drug that provided cheap thrills, and you and Billy were just teenagers without a whole lot of money lining your pockets. This was your amusement park. This was where parts of your D.N.A laid to rest. Billy’s too.

They say one loses fifty to about a hundred strands a day and you cannot imagine any other area in Los Angeles, other than your home, that’s collected all 54,750 of your fallen hair since the age of fifteen. No other area’s collected your fingerprints as much or your littered cigarettes. No other venue outside of the Whisky A Go-Go have you and Billy carried out most of your sloppy quickies in the public restroom—usually because Billy dragged you after a guitarist or singer couldn’t keep their eyes off you.

Billy’s jealousy has gotten you guys into more trouble than sometimes it’s worth. You’ve gotten kicked out of clubs for smashing beer bottles against the wall just centimeters away from his target, a musician’s most precious asset—his pouty face. You were surprised that you could count all scuffles Billy’s gotten himself into with band members, some from bands you actually enjoyed watching, on one hand.

You still haven’t forgiven him for banning the two of you from ever attending an L.A. Guns gig again.

“This place blows.” Billy slams his glass on the counter in a huff and the bartender gives him a pointed look before shaking his head to himself.

His attitude tonight was wearing down your placid features faster than a clock counted minutes. And, he’s hardly glanced in your direction to at least make it easier for you to hear him among all the other noise that penetrated your ear drums.

He slid off the stool and doesn’t apologize when his shoulder shoved into your chin. Sometimes you swore you could wrap your hands around his throat and strangle him.

All the trouble with security and other patrons you both been in hadn’t just been because of his loose tongue and quick fists. No, you were pretty sure you’ve been in more altercations that involved a split lip or black eye than he had. There were too many bimbos that rubbed you the wrong way and too many guys who thought they had a free pass to grope you just because you sometimes wore mini skirts and low-cut tops.

You knew Billy’s itching mood meant you had to turn down alcohol and provide the role of babysitter because if you didn’t, he’d do something that even he’d regret. But, you’ve never been one with much patience. It’s why you hardly knew the three-year-old stranger who lived under your parents’ roof and called you “sissy” in passing. You didn’t feel all that bad for the cold shoulder she often received, your mother and step-father provided plenty of warmth. They preferred her over you anyway.

“Wait up, jerk!” You called after your boyfriend, though he didn’t slow down. You weren’t doubtful that it was due to him ignoring you over simply just not hearing you.

The effort in teasing your hair and painting your face to near perfection had gone to waste so far, but you didn’t mind. The ever prideful girl in a leather skirt and jean jacket, though that alone couldn’t define you.

The bartender’s glare was glued to you, waiting for the payment of Billy’s whiskey glasses. You searched through your pockets, only finding a couple loose bills and some change of mostly pennies you knew wasn’t not nearly enough to cover the tap. You set it on the counter and chased after Billy’s direction before you could be flagged. Luckily some drunk was hassling the bartender for another serving and you caught the wisps of Billy’s dirty-blond locks leaving through the back exit.

Barging through the door, you found Billy already sucking on a Marlboro—your Marlboro.

You marched through the dirty alley. “Hey, stupid, I could’ve gotten arrested back there! I haven’t any money on me you know!” Just inches away from him, you continued, “He knows my freakin’ face.”

“Tough luck.” The smoke harbored in his mouth was blown into your face.

You swiped at him, knocking his, well, your cigarette on the ground. “I’m so sick of your pointless attitude, Billy. Grow up!”

With a flared nose, Billy scoffed, “Everything’s fuckin’ pointless, babe. Don’t you get it?” The point of his burning finger touched the chilled skin of your chest, pushing you. “You’re pointless.”

“No,” you shook your head, “you don’t mean that.” Focusing on the golden pendant that’s hung around his neck, you could feel the suffocating heat of his blue irises. “Two years can’t just go by and not mean anything,” you mumbled.

“Yeah? Well, it did!” A bit of his spit landed on your cheek as he puffed a breath down your face.

You knew this act almost too well. Billy may be the biggest asshole who ever lived, though you knew you stood in a place well below a pedestal to look down upon him, but whenever this sudden bout of anger was directed at you, you knew it was displaced. Billy had a fishermen’s nest worth of loathing in the pit of his stomach, directed at his father and things that couldn’t be undone from the past.

You’ve spent about 730 days together so far. You weren’t just some cheap date nor an easy lay. Billy’s shown you too much—given you more—to be able to take it back straight out of the blue. Damaged goods. That’s what the two of you were, and he found comfort in the thought that he wasn’t alone.

But, even when your brain knew better, your heart found it difficult to differentiate truth from impulse. And right now, the beating beneath your breast bone was thumping a very low, and foreboding note.

You tongued at the rim of your upper back molar, a nervous habit since preschool, before stating, “I don’t believe you.”

“Just get out of here!” Billy pointed at the dark street as if you hadn’t rode here as his passenger for the millionth time. “Find your own way home.”

“The hell I’m not,” you ground between your teeth. Your palms met his chest a couple times before he snatched your wrists.

But, when you glanced up at him, his face was turned into the deeper end of the alleyway. It’s almost too dark to see, but when you squinted you made out the shape of a figure, presumably a guy. And upon closer inspection, you noticed he was about your age. Maybe younger if going by the pudginess of his cheeks. You’d never seen him around before.

“Hey, asshole, what are you staring at?!” Billy’s voice rang in your ear like the beating of heavy church bells, or worse, thunder.

The lone boy looked stuck in a crossfire, and immediately you knew he was in fact younger by a few years based on the softness of his eyes despite the glow of a cigarette between two fingers. Hell, even at fourteen you’d been smoking for at least a year.

His knee jittered, ready to bounce if Billy proved too big of a menace, but he stood at a dead end. He had no where to go.

“Billy,” you warned, but Billy had already succumbed to the role of a predator. Tense muscle pulled out of your grasp as he stalked towards the wide-eyed deer. “Billy!”

“That’s it! I’m outta here!” But, this was what he wanted. If he couldn’t shoo you away like a pigeon picking at crumbs on a sidewalk, he’d ignore you like a lone cat skittering in the neighborhood.

Making up your mind about hailing a cab and then raiding your step-father’s study to pay for the ride, you’re about to reach the sidewalk when suddenly your blood ran cold. You could recognize the clinking of the sheathing of a pocketknife, you’ve carried the same one you found just hours before the first day of fourth grade on you since. Right now, it fit snug inside your leather boot and it bumped against your ankle with every step.

Which meant Billy somehow hadn’t slipped your knife in his pocket.

Yelping, Billy fell against the bricks and slid down until he reached the littered ground of smokes and shards of glass. The boy had already been running away by the time you’d turned to watch, shoving past you with sweat beads above his brow. Some of the glint of the metal in his hand was obstructed by a thick, red consistency and the steady thumping in your chest stuttered.

Running after the boy was a lost cause, especially since the streets tended to be busier at night than in the daylight. Yet, by the time you knelt beside your fallen boyfriend, his breath released in puffs and the tear of his white T-shirt across his abdomen contained stained blots. The skin beneath raw and wet, but not deep at all.

“Oh, thank God,” the breath swooshed out of your lungs, “It’s just a nick, Billy.”

“Fuck,” he chuckled as he inspected the cut. “Way to go world, just kick me when I’m already down!”

Your shaped eyebrows knitted together. “Jesus, have you gone mad? You just got shanked and you’re laughing?!” Your hand hovered just inches away from his wound. “What should we do?”

While you’d been too worried, the pads of his fingers grazed the slice. He winced. “Tonight, I was supposed to be some pissy prick, not escape death from the hands of some scrawny freak.”

“Does—Does it hurt?!”

“It’s not that bad, actually.” Yet, he grunted, “Little fucker,” under his breath as he got to his feet. You followed his lead, still shaken. “It just stings mostly. I’m more worried about the questions someone might ask when they see this,” he gestured to the gash of his ruined shirt, ”but we gotta clean it, babe.”

“We?” Arms crossed beneath your chest, you remembered the things he’d said just moments ago. “Don’t pretend you didn’t just tell me that I’m pointless! Clean it yourself.”

“Hey. Hey,” Billy reached for your arms, gently uncrossing them until your hands were enveloped in his. Somehow even when it was just above fifty degrees, Billy’s body was a furnace that radiated heat. You think it was the anger he could never quite let go of. “I didn’t mean any of it.”

You sheepishly glanced towards the side with puckered lips before you spoke. “You sure you didn’t mean it?”

“Never mean it.” He kissed at your hairline before pulling away.

“Then, why were you being so mean?” you questioned him, still a little insulted.

He sighed and brought you into his side, almost forgetting about the tenderness of his stomach but your were mindful. You knew this trick of his, tucking your head under his chin to hide the plain emotions he failed to bar behind a careless façade.

“Because of my dad… He—uh,“ his adam’s apple bobbed against your temple. “We’re leaving. He’s moving us to Indiana.”

Just when you thought tonight couldn’t get any worse, Billy dropped a bomb on your head.

A/N: You wanted chaotic and I couldn’t think of a more perfect place than 80’s Sunset Strip. Sorry it’s not 100% what you wanted, the story just seemed to go in this direction.

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nicockbig19 · 4 years

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Under the Umbrella

Yesterday I had my first tarot reading.

I’m someone who has never been spiritual. I never believed in God, in heaven or in hell, and I wish I could say I was happy with that. But that would be a lie. Ever since I experienced my first caress with death I wanted something to support me, but instead I was thrown into the abyss with nothing to hold on to. I was 12 when my best friend passed away in a car crash. It seemed like something out of a movie, because she died right on Christmas day. I remember what all the adults used to say: “God needed another angel in heaven, that’s why He took her away”. I never believed it. “What kind of God would take away something so good, so pure, so perfect, all for himself. Seem selfish, doesn’t it? doesn’t He have enough angels?”. Those were the kinda things that my mind would say. I’m still mad by that terrible excuse, because it didn’t teach me how to deal with death. The last time we spoke, she was dealing with many issues, and the last thing i ever said to her was “don’t worry, everything will be okay, I promise”. This. This last few words. This was the reason I could never let go. I thought for many years, I even think about it now, that it was my fault. That I had promised her a bright future with so much happiness, and instead I killed her. Of course this was a stupid thought, it was a horrible lie that lead me to want to die with her. Many visits with different therapist lead to nothing. I’m not saying people should avoid therapy, not at all. Therapy helped me deal with so many other issues, it is one of the best things I have ever done for myself. Taking care of my mental health has been a very difficult journey, but it has helped a lot. But this tarot reading revealed the true damage of this death in my soul.

So now, thanks to covid-19, I’ve had more than enough time to really connect with my own spirituality. It has been a very confusing journey, I’d be lying if I said it isn’t. It is terrifying, accepting something in your life that you’ve never believed to be true. Dealing with your own sense of nothingness can be extremely hard. Finding a ground to stand on with a blindfold on puts a lot of pressure in your sense of trust. I don’t blame people that believe in God, even if I disagree with many of their beliefs. I understand why some people need to believe in a higher power, in Heaven. I think my experience with death would have been much easier if I believed in Heaven. But i don’t. So instead, I turned to wicca and witchcraft. This helped me find the first step in an extremely long ladder. I don’t even know where the ladder is going, but I need to learn to trust the path. This is another thing the reading helped me connect with. I have always had an issue with control. It gives me a false sense of protection, of comfort. Since I am so terrified of death, I need to control everything around me. But, of course, this is a very false idea. Dealing the cards and connecting with the Arcanes helped me understand that control won’t ever help, it will only damage. Of course, I don’t know how to let go from that need of control, but now I’m willing to try everything in order to finally slip away from the asphyxiating hands that won’t let me move forward.

The tarot reading went much more personal that I thought it would. TV shows and movies always convince you that tarot readings are for finding your true love, or asking about money, or even maybe asking about death. But no, nothing had prepared me for the truly awfully personal nature of the readings. For two hours the Arcanes told me more about my personal life and my deepest fears more than any session with a psychiatrist or psychologist -and I’ve been to a lot-. Out of everything I have already mentioned, one thing really stood up. Ever since I was born, I’ve had questions about my gender and my sexuality. I’m not going to bore you with all the details about my journey with gender. But what really stuck with me was a moment of realization. I asked about my gender confusion with the Arcanes, to which they responded: “this is a confusion you will deal with the rest of your life, until the moment you die. But, do not fear this confusion, for it is not a problem”. That sentence touch the deepest part of my soul. I know that sounds cheesy, even ridiculous, but it truly resonated with me. Realizing that my gender was not a problem made me very happy. As I have already mentioned before, my problems with death lead to an extreme need to always be in control, and that translated to my gender identity and expression. I am a person who has always been very feminine, and that always seemed to connect with being a woman. But thanks to my connections and amazing friendships with many trans and non-binary people, I started to understand many things about myself. I realized that being feminine didn’t mean I was a woman, but I have never felt as a man either, and somehow, the non-binary label still doesn’t quite fit. This is what I mean when I say “gender confusion”, Nothing ever seems good enough, and my lack of control over the situation only makes things worse. This is why the answer filled me with a new sense of tranquility.

Knowing that my gender might be confusing, but accepting that it is not a problem, it’s more amazing than everything I have read or heard about. This idea liberated my heart from all the weight it’s been carrying all of its life. I figured out that, I don’t need to find a label or a box were to put myself in. I can roam freely from the weight of definition. That is what I love so much about the lgbtq+ community. We are prepared for situations like this, and we created “umbrella terms”. This idea that someone may fall under the umbrella and be happy with that fills me with so much joy. Terms like queer or trans have made me realize that I don’t need to try to make everyone around me confortable. I need to focus in what I want, and what I need. Even though the tarot reading made me look at many dark aspects of my life, it also helped me find so much joy and calm. It made me realize that my true path is love. Love for myself, love for others. And that is something that I will always carry with me. Loving myself with my own confusion, letting love tear down the idea that death is something I can control. Knowing that my love doesn’t kill. All this affirmations help me get through the day. It is time for me to realize that I am a Sun, my path is love, my fear is death, and my false sense of protection form it is control.

I guess I could say that this is one of the most important experiences of my life, and I know it may all still seem scary and extremely confusing. But finding this amazing ground of spiritual connection not only will it help me be the truest version of myself, but It will also allow me let go of my Sisyphean nature. I can’t keep living my life such as Sisyphus, climbing forever with all the weight under my shoulders, never winning the battle against destiny. Now, I can let go of the rock, stop climbing, and finally being able to breath in peace. I still have many doubts, many problems that have always been there, and that I will continue to fight with the help of professionals, of my siblings and my friends. The support system I have right now will help me continue my true path in life. It may sound cheesy, but I truly believe love is the reason I’m on this planet, and saying it out loud -or at least in some tumblr post that nobody will ever read- makes me so fucking happy.

#tw death #tarot #tarotreading #wicca #lgbtq #trans #nb #story #arcane #long reads #gender #sexuality #umbrella terms #transmasc #ftm #witchcraft #beliefs #god #death #life #sorry for the rant

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wisdomfish · 5 years

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Common sense is presented as a one-size-fits-all bulldozer against faith...

This quote, from a website devoted to atheism, is similar to so many I have received from skeptics over the years. The basic claim is this: Christianity defies common sense.

“The light of common sense, thrown on the stories of making snakes out of rods, of the Red Sea dividing itself, of Christ’s making wine from water, curing blind men by rubbing spit in their eyes, walking on water, the story of the flood, God’s making the world in six days, of making a woman from Adam’s rib and all the mythical, miraculous stories of the Bible would cause any sensible man to question the veracity of the whole book, including all the stories of the gods, spirits, angels, devils, and the things that common sense tells us are not true.”

You don’t need to know one thing about logic, theology, history, biblical scholarship, philosophy, or science to cobble together an emotionally impactful statement that can make someone feel utterly stupid for what they believe... Here’s a 10-step framework to help you think well about this subject. Each point builds on the last.

1. Just because something sounds crazy, that doesn’t mean it’s false.

This is a basic starting point for discussion. A practical example is that we live on a big rock that jets around the sun at an average speed of 66,600 mph and we don’t feel a thing. If our test for truth is what happens to make sense to us, we’ll indiscriminately reject almost any idea that strikes us as weird. Instead, we need to look at what evidence there is for the truth of any claim.

2. People use the word miracle in a lot of different ways, so it’s important to define it as it relates to biblical claims.

Philosophers can argue all day about the most appropriate definition of a miracle, but for all intents and purposes, a good working definition is, “An extraordinary event with a supernatural cause.” This is very different than the colloquial ways in which people sometimes use the word. For example, we might say that it’s a “miracle” our kids cleaned their room. But when we’re talking about the kinds of miracle accounts found in the Bible, we need to be very clear that we are specifically talking about claims that God (a supernatural cause) intervened in the world in an extraordinary way.

3. If God doesn’t exist, miracles are NOT possible.

Given the definition of a miracle, if nothing exists beyond nature—nothing supernatural exists—then miracles aren’t possible. This is where Christians can find common ground with skeptics. When skeptics say miracles aren’t possible, it’s typically because they are assuming God doesn’t exist. We can simply reply, “If nothing (such as God) exists beyond nature, and a miracle is something with a cause from beyond nature, then I agree with you! Miracles by definition wouldn’t be possible. But you’re assuming nothing supernatural exists.”

4. If God does exist, miracles ARE possible.

The flip side of the logic we just saw in point 3 is that if a supernatural being such as God does exist, then miracles are—once again, by definition—possible. God can choose to intervene in His creation in any way He sees fit.

Note that in points 3 and 4, we’re only talking about logic. We haven’t even made any claims about whether or not God actually exists. This logical framework is extremely important for kids to understand. I began teaching this thinking to my kids when they were in kindergarten: If God exists, miracles are possible. If God doesn’t exist, miracles are not possible.

5. The possibility of miracles is, therefore, tied to the evidence for God’s existence.

We can now see from the last two points that the question of whether or not miracles are possible is ultimately a question of the evidence for God’s existence. If there’s good reason to believe God exists, there’s good reason to believe miracles are possible.

Explaining the pieces of evidence for God’s existence is beyond the scope of this post, which is meant to give a broader framework for thinking through the question of miracles. For an explanation of key pieces of evidence for God’s existence and conversation guides to use with your kids, see my book Talking with Your Kids about God.

6. Believing that miracles are possible doesn’t mean Christians believe every miracle claim that is made.

Skeptics sometimes think that Christians are willing to believe anything is a miracle if we believe miracles are even possible, so this point bears mentioning. When we acknowledge that if God exists, miracles are possible, we’re not saying we believe every miracle claim people make. If we did, we would be gullible. We have to look at the evidence to determine if there’s good reason to believe a miracle actually happened in any given case.

7. The truth of Christianity depends on the truth of ONE miracle.

If we need to test miracle claims, as we just discussed, then we need to be really clear on which miracle claims ultimately have bearing on the truth of Christianity. People often get caught up in discussing modern day miracles (or lack thereof), but there is only one miracle claim that is the ultimate test for the truth of Christianity: the resurrection. As Paul says in 1 Corinthians 15:14, “If Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain.”

8. There is strong historical evidence for the resurrection.

Now that we’ve established the miracle claim we need to test, we need to consider the evidence for it. There are several historical facts surrounding the resurrection that nearly all scholars agree on (both Christians and skeptics)—for example, that Jesus died by crucifixion, that the disciples at least believed Jesus rose and appeared to them, that the church persecutor Paul was suddenly changed, and that Jesus’s own skeptical brother James was suddenly changed as well. The pertinent question is, What is the best explanation for these facts?

I discuss the competing theories and why a supernatural resurrection best fits the facts in chapters 21–23 of Keeping Your Kids on God’s Side. For a deeper book-length treatment of the topic, see The Case for the Resurrection of Jesus by Gary Habermas and Michael Licona.

9. There is strong evidence for the reliability of the New Testament.

The Gospels describe many miracle accounts. If we have good evidence that the Gospel writers were credible eyewitnesses to the life of Jesus, we have good evidence of such miracles—and that’s exactly what we find. Again, I give an introduction to this subject in chapters 25–28 of Keeping Your Kids on God’s Side, but for a deeper book-length treatment, see Cold-Case Christianity by J. Warner Wallace (there is also a kid’s version available for 8–12 year olds!).

For those who have already read Cold-Case Christianity, an excellent book that looks at New Testament reliability from another angle is Hidden in Plain View: Undesigned Coincidences in the Gospels and Acts by Lydia McGrew.

10. Jesus validated the truth of the Old Testament.

Finally, you may be wondering about the many Old Testament miracle accounts—what about talking animals, burning bushes, and walls falling around Jericho, for example?

If we’ve established points 8 and 9, we can also establish the veracity of the Old Testament as a whole because Jesus Himself validated it. Jesus:

appealed to the Old Testament as a source of authority (Matthew 4:4,7,10);

acknowledged the need to correctly understand Scripture (Matthew 22:29);

referenced the existence of Old Testament persons such as Adam and Eve (Matthew 19:4–6), Noah (Matthew 24:37–38), and Jonah (Matthew 12:40);

said He did not come to abolish the “Law or Prophets” (a term for the Scriptures at the time; Matthew 5:7); and

taught how the Old Testament bears witness to Himself (Luke 24:27).

~ Natasha Crai

#natasha crai #common sense #christianity #atheism #str.org

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mxn-yoongi · 7 years

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A Good Day to Save Lives pt.5

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Yikes

Word Count: 5,267

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A/N: I FEEL LIKE THE STUFF I WRITE KEEPS GETTING WORSE AND WORSE BUT I’M POSTING IT ANYWAY. THIS WAS 12 PAGES IN GOOGLE DOCS AND IT’S JUST 12 PAGES OF BAD WRITING HONESTLY.

After your little incident with Dr. Jung nothing interesting really happened besides being thrown up on by a three year old but that was just part of the job. The parents apologized profusely and you smiled throughout the whole ordeal. You had walked all the way from the examination room to the lockers accompanied by Taehyung to change into a fresh pair of scrubs. At least it was the end of your shift so you were free to go home.

“I don’t know why you’re following me. I’m really just going to change. It’s not like I’m going to get lost at the place we’ve been working at for months.” You walk into the room with the lockers and shut the door after Taehyung steps inside.

“Did you forget that my shift is also over and I also need to get my things from my locker? “ You stick your tongue out at him as you get your locker open. Grabbing a fresh pair of scrubs from the locker you begin changing despite Taehyung being in the room.

“Or did you think I followed you here because I wanted to see you undressed.” Taehyung takes a seat on the bench with a smile on his face. This honestly wasn’t anything new. You lived with your two ex-boyfriends after all. There was always a little too much skin showing from one of you guys but it wasn’t anything the others haven’t already seen.

“Because you wouldn’t be wrong. I just think it’s only fair that I get to see you undressed every once in awhile if you get to see me undressed all the time.” You scoff as you finish getting dressed. There was a completely valid reason you often saw Taehyung with less than the normal amount of clothes on.

“You’re a model, Taehyung. You literally get paid to take off your clothes or try on expensive clothes and pose for pictures for the whole world to see. Sue me for thinking you have a nice body.” You grabs your things from your locker and set them down on the bench before shutting the locker. A knock on the door gets your attention. Taehyung unlocks it and opens the door to reveal an exhausted looking Jungkook.

“You just missed quite the show, Kookie.” Jungkook immediately perks up a bit while walking to his locker but when he takes in the situation a groan escapes his lips.

“Don’t tell me you just got to see Y/N undressed. Fuck.” Jungkook grabs his wallet out of his locker and proceeds to pull out a twenty dollar bill. Reluctantly, he hands it over to Taehyung who just sits there with a smirk on his face. You cross your arms over your chest and pout.

“I can’t believe you guys made a bet about who would see me undressed first. I’m not making breakfast tomorrow. Let’s see how you guys survive without smiley face pancakes. How long has this bet been going on anyway?” The boys immediately get down on their knees and each one of them holds one of your hands.

“Please don’t punish us so cruelly. It started about three days ago. We won’t do it again. We promise.” Jungkook always looked so cute when he was begging

“I need those pancakes if I want to survive work tomorrow please.” Taehyung was pleading like his life depended on it. It was nice to see Mr. Model at your mercy like this.

“That EMT Jimin was in on it too but he never had a chance.” You’re a bit taken back by what Jungkook had just confessed. Park Jimin had bet that he could see you undressed first. The Park Jimin. The same Park Jimin that avoided you like you were the plague. The only time you guys had ever spoken was when you absolutely HAD to in order to save a life. Even then he was very hostile and you always fought about what the best course of action for a patient was. You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to question your decisions as a doctor when he was just supposed to help a patient in an ambulance. He probably wouldn’t last a day in the hospital all he had to do was get the patient here alive.

“Stop lying, Jungkook. Jimin would never agree to something so stupid. The guy doesn’t even talk to me so how the hell is he going to get me naked?” You pull your hands away from theirs and exit the locker room with the boys following behind you.

“He said girls like a man in uniform.”

“Everyone here is in uniform Jungkook. You’re literally wearing yours right now. Tae is wearing his. The janitor is in his own uniform. That doesn’t mean every woman here is ready to hook up in a supply closet. Uniforms just look nice. You are right about one thing though, Jimin never had a chance.” The three of you walk towards the elevators while giving each other small glances.

Suddenly it turns into a war to see who can get to the elevator button faster. Taehyung pulls you back by your hair eliciting a small yelp from you. Jungkook kicks Taehyung’s shins in an attempt to get him to fall but he doesn’t give up that easily. You quickly recover from the hair tug and get a running head start before hopping on Jungkook’s back. You place your hands over his eyes but by the time you realize that’s a bad idea Jungkook is already toppling over onto

Taehyung’s back. All three of you are now just a laughing pile of limbs on the floor.

After composing yourselves the three of you get up and the elevator ding gets your attention. None of you pushed the button in the end but there was Dr. Kim (neurosurgeon, not plastic surgeon) with a scowl on his face. All four of you enter the elevator as the doors open but Dr. Kim makes it obvious he’s keeping his distance.

“You know I can’t believe you have everyone wrapped around your finger. “ The smile on your face is replaced with a frown as you look down at your shoes. You didn’t know why Dr. Kim thought so poorly of you. He never failed to bring down your mood.

“You’ve got Yoongi talking you up to other doctors. Seokjin thinks you actually care about Min-hee when really you were just trying to lure him in. I’ve noticed you and Hoseok getting real close and touchy. Now you have these two literally falling for you. At least Jimin and I have some brains. And you, Jungkook...I thought you were better than an easy girl like Y/N.” You didn’t expect Jungkook to speak up, in fact you actually wanted him to stay quiet.

Jungkook wanted to be a neurosurgeon too which meant he worked with Dr. Kim a lot. He couldn’t risk achieving his dream to stand up for you. Clasping your hands together you rock back and forth on the heel of your foot.

The rest of the ride down is a little tense but as soon as the elevator doors open on the ground floor you’re out of their with or without the boys. You weren’t going to cry over this...you though. Dr. Kim has been like this from the start and it’s never affected you this much. As you draw closer to the end of your internship though it’s getting harder to let it go.

The walk to the apartment is much faster with your mind distracted by many thoughts and Dr. Kim’s words replaying in your mind. You quickly walk up three flights of stairs and straight to the apartment door with your keys in your hands. The tears in your eyes sting a little bit as you try to hold them back. Your attempts are futile as the tears fall one after another, they’re coming out too fast for your hands to wipe them away and make them unnoticeable. Knowing Jungkook and Taehyung they were probably already making a beeline for the stairs.

You take a few deep breaths as you walk into your bedroom and plop down on the bed face first. The tears have slowed down but they’re still enough to get your pillow wet. You felt like a child crying over being teased by her older sibling. Except you weren't a child and Dr. Kim wasn’t your older brother but someone that would directly affect your chances of being successful in your career. No big deal.

Nope. This was absolutely a big deal at the moment. You pull your fluffiest blanket up to your chin and lie on your side comfortably. A few seconds later there’s a knock on your door followed by the sound of shuffling feet. You close your eyes and pull the blanket over your head. Your bed dips on both sides and then your body is enveloped in something much warmer than the blankets. The blanket is pulled from your body as both boys wrap their arms around you in an attempt to comfort you.

“Don’t listen to Dr. Kim, he just...he’s a little mad at you. We know you’re not an easy girl.”

“Are you kidding me Jungkook? I shouldn’t listen to him? This isn’t the first time this has happened. This happened in high school, it happened in college, now it’s followed me into my career. I’m starting to believe it myself.”

“Come on Y/N. Nobody knows you better than Jungkook and I. We’ve been through everything together.” It was true. The three of you had been bestfriends since you had all moved in together in your second year of college. It was a rocky start but over time you learned to adjust to living with each other.

College- 1st year

You met Jungkook in your Biology 197 class when he was too shy to approach anyone to be his lab partner. You were half asleep because it was a 7 AM class and he had really no option but to choose you in your half awaken state when you slid over a note.

‘Are you a compound of Barium and Beryllium? Because you're a total BaBe. -Y/N’

That note was enough to get you two talking and talking turned to texting. Texting turned to hanging out and hanging out turned into dates. It wasn’t until your fourth date that Jungkook finally got the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. In the beginning he was very shy but after the initial ‘trying to impress each other’ phase he was much more comfortable around you.

On your first official date Jungkook had dressed up in a suit and his hair was nicely parted down the side. He even bought you a bouquet of flowers. You were pretty dressed up too. You had pulled out the only dress in your closet; a black, backless, peplum dress with lace sleeves. You weren’t going to bother with heels because you didn’t want to end up on your ass at some point in the night. When he got to your door and got a good look at you his heart skipped a couple of beats.Jungkook held his hand over his heart and you didn’t know if he was being serious or just trying to make a good impression.

“You look beautiful.” His word brought a blush to your cheeks. Jungkook, despite being a broke college student, made a reservation at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. It was an incredible night and you’ll never forget it. The only disappointing part was that he didn’t kiss you at the end of the night. All you got was a small peck on the cheek.

Your seventh date was also unforgettable, it was just drastically different. You had just gotten out of the shower and you had thrown on one of Jungkook’s white shirts that he had surprisingly left behind one night. You had a spoonful of peanut butter in your mouth and very sticky hands. A knock on the door startles you and you quickly try to swallow the peanut butter in your mouth.

“I’ll be there in a second. I need pants.” You begin stumbling towards your room but the voice at the door stops you.

“You don’t need pants. It’s just me.”

As you walk to the door you try to tame your messy hair but it’s no use. It’s gonna do what it wants no matter what you do. Due to your sticky hands you have a hard time removing it from your hair but with a few tugs you’re successful. The peanut butter in your mouth is still making it hard to talk but you go ahead and open the door anyway.

“You look beautiful.” Jungkook leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. He walks in uninvited with his hands behind his back. You try to look around him but he turns too quick for you to keep up. You shut the door and walk over to him.

“Were you eating peanut butter? Is that what I’m tasting in my mouth?” You nod your head as you point towards his back.

“Whatcha’ got there?” You bounce up and down with anticipation and he shows you the bag he was hiding behind his back.

“I bought 50 chicken nuggets and we’re going to devour them.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I have the best boyfriend ever!” You cling to his side and pepper kisses all over the side of his face.

“Wait…” You take a step back and look at his outfit. He was wearing another white shirt which was not surprising and grey sweatpants. You cross your arms over your chest and huff.

“You only bought me nuggets because you want to get it on tonight.”

“What are you talking about? No I didn’t.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and you raise an eyebrow

“Are you sure about that? You’re wearing grey sweatpants those literally scream ‘look at my dick’ so you’re flat out lying to my face.” The look of mock innocence on Jungkook’s face is absolutely priceless. You grab the bag of nuggets from his hands and run to your bedroom as fast as you can. Jungkook has a delayed reaction but he eventually catches up. When you shut the bedroom door behind yourself you hear a loud thump which you can only assume is Jungkook running into the door.

“Ow! That hurt. Now you owe me Y/N.” By the time you open the door you’re already on your fifth nugget but Jungkook is nowhere to be seen.

“Jungkook?” You peek your head out the door but still nothing. Slowly exiting the room your realize your mistake as Jungkook jumps out of the bathroom and throws you over his shoulder.

“If I choke and die on this nugget don’t tell anybody. Tell them I went out kicking and screaming as I fought against a bear.” Jungkook laughs quietly before setting you down on the bed gently. His body is hovering over yours as he trails kisses from your cheeks, down to your jawline, and painfully slow across your clavicle. You suppress a moan by biting down on your bottom lip gently. Jungkook comes back up to press his lips against your own in a feverish kiss. He only pulls away when he needs to catch his breath and both of you are left panting with flushed faces.

“You know, I’m not sure if I’m more turned on by your dick print in those sweatpants or the idea of 45 chicken nuggets still waiting for me.” Jungkook rolls off of you with a groan.

“You always ruin the mood Y/N.”

“I resent that. I didn’t ruin the mood. I was still willing to have sex with you after the nuggets. You can’t have sex on the empty stomach otherwise it won’t be good sex.” You say matter-of-factly. It was a little strange he still found you hot after 40 chicken nuggets and 3 cups of mountain dew. This is what most of your nights consisted of since you started dating Jungkook. Junk food and some sex. You certainly weren’t complaining though. You loved Jungkook and his antics and you made it a point to tell him every day, it was a great relationship while it lasted.

When you and Jungkook broke up it was mutual but there were still a lot of emotions running wild between the two of you. Jungkook had told you he planned on going off to the military and you both agreed to end it sooner rather than later to spare yourselves from heartbreak. It did sting because you two had been dating for about 6 months which were probably the best 6 months of your life. After that you didn’t see him anymore because you no longer shared classes. The break up was sort of a blessing in disguise in a way. One of your friends had noticed you were particularly upset and invited you to a party her sorority was hosting. There you met the one and only Kim Taehyung.

You were wearing the same dress you wore on your first date with Jungkook except this time it didn’t feel the same ti did on the night you spent with him. Taehyung approached you first and you were sort of star struck. He had been in countless magazines and ads as a model for some popular brands. You talked most of the night and he had basically spilled his whole life story to you. He told you that he got into modeling to pay his way through college and avoid being in debt, he told you where he would have ended up if he hadn’t decided to go to college, and he also confessed that even though most people thought he would drop out because he wasn’t the brightest he was determined to prove them wrong.

You listened intently but he had still noticed that you were a bit distracted.

“Is something wrong?” The way his large hand cupped the side of your face made you feel comfortable and relaxed.

“I just...my first relationship just ended a few weeks ago and I guess I’m not really over it yet.” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Then why don’t you let me help you forget? Just for tonight.” His deep voice made you weak in the knees. It was a good thing you were already leaning back against a wall otherwise you would’ve fallen for him literally.

The rest of the night was pretty much a big blur, the last thing you remember is barely being able to make it into your apartment before the clothes were flying off in every direction.

The next morning you wake up to your phone ringing on the bedside table. You can’t quite get to it because Taehyung is clinging onto you making you practically immobile. You turn to look at him with a smile on your face. When he starts stirring in his sleep you play with his hair soothingly but he still wakes up anyway.

“Good morning.” Taehyung’s morning voice is what you would consider the hottest thing in the universe. Even hotter than the sun.

“Its 2 in the afternoon.”

“Wow...It’s too early to be awake. Let’s go back to sleep.” You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and leave light kisses but no marks because you weren’t sure if he would just leave after this. He was also a model and you didn’t know if there were any sort of rules they had to abide by.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Not unless you’re ready for round 4.” Taehyung lets his hands wander your aching body. You remember having sex and the obvious lack of clothing gave it away but you didn’t recall having sex 3 times.

“Stopping is probably best. I don’t think any part of my body is ready for that again.” You trace small shapes on Taehyung’s arm with your fingertip and he sighs in content.

“That was the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time. Usually I have a hard time sleeping without something or someone to really latch on to. You probably want me out of here though so i better be on my way.” You hesitate for a minute as he begins getting ready to leave.

“Wait...you don’t have to leave. We could have an extremely late breakfast. I make some cute smiley face pancakes.” Your hopeful smile makes his signature boxy smile appear on his face and now the two of you are just smiley naked idiots with messy hair at 2 pm.

Your relationship blossomed from that one encounter. Eventually Taehyung would just spend every night at your place and every morning the two of you would have something new for breakfast. Over the course of a month you had become an unofficial official couple.

While Taehyung hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend the two of you had gone on countless dates and spent every night together.

“Taehyung, are we dating?” Your question had caught him off guard and he stops cutting into the pancake in front of him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well we do all this stuff and you’re over every night but you haven’t formally asked me to be your girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m here eating breakfast with you just like I have been for the past three months. I’ve taken you with me to a couple of ad shoots. I bought you that nice, expensive necklace hanging around your neck and we’ve had sex five nights in a row. I didn’t really think I needed to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend. I thought you just knew.” You continue eating your breakfast with a smile.

“Okay, I just didn’t want to go around telling people you were my boyfriend if you weren’t okay with it.” Taehyung chuckles at your nervous antics.

“Of course I’m okay with it. You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend. We’re dating. That’s that.”

The next three months went by so fast. You and Taehyung had both really solidified what careers you wanted and when you discovered both of you wanted to go into the medical field it really strengthened your relationship. Since the leases on your both of your apartments had ended you decided to get one together since you were already spending every night at your place anyway. You found a nice three bedroom apartment which Taehyung insisted on the two of you getting. (He wasn’t going to be spending any nights on the couch in case you two fought)

One day you were on your way to the nearest cafe for some hot chocolate with Taehyung and you bumped into an unexpected friend. Jungkook was approaching the cafe from the opposite side as you and Taehyung.

“What’s wrong babe?” Taehyung senses your hesitation and looks down at you.

“That’s my ex-boyfriend. He’s supposed to be off somewhere in the military. I don’t know if I can face him.” Just as you were about to turn around you hear Jungkook call out your name and you pull on a fake smile.

“Jungkook, Hi! I thought you would be off somewhere that’s not here like being in the military or something..” Taehyung squeezes your hand lightly in a comforting way and you relax slightly.

“About that...I backed out at the last minute. I’ve finally decided what I want to pursue. I’m going to study to be a neurosurgeon.” You nod your head as you listen to what he’s saying. That meant he would probably take a few classes with you and Taehyung eventually.

“Wow. That’s cool dude. Y/N and I are going into the medical field as well. Oh sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Taehyung, her boyfriend.” You tug on Taehyung’s sleeve.

“We should probably get home now. You know big biology test tomorrow before winter break.”

“Oh okay...I’ll text you Y/N” Jungkook waves as the two of you walk back in the direction of your apartment. As the two of you finally get back to the apartment you pout with your arms crossed over your chest.

“My lack of hot chocolate is despicable.” Taehyung wraps his arms around you from behind which takes you by surprise

“How about we take this to OUR bedroom and I help you warm up instead.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Two weeks after your run-in with Jungkook he had texted you a total of 5 times but this time he was blowing your phone up at 3 AM which was not ideal.

[Jungkook]: Y/N.

[Jungkook]: I know it’s late but I really need a hand

[Jungkook]: Someone had a portable heater in their apartment and it caught on fire

[Jungkook]: The whole building caught fire but everyone got out. I need a place to crash in the meantime

[Jungkook]: You wouldn’t happen to have a comfortable couch somewhere?

You groan at the brightness of your phone screen but when you read the messages you’re suddenly wide awake.

“Tae. Babe” You shake Taehyung lightly to ask him if it was alright if Jungkook slept over. You were nervous. You were about to ask your current boyfriend if your ex-boyfriend which you might still harbor some feelings for could sleep in the apartment he paid for.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung is still very much asleep but he’s conscious enough to speak.

“Jungkook’s apartment building went up in flames. Can he take one of the other bedrooms? Just until he finds a new place? I understand if you’re not comfortable with it I just...” Taehyung cuts you off before you finish speaking.

“It’s alright. He can use one. I trust you, Y/N.” You smile and peck his lips which he happily accepts.

“I love you.” It just slips out of your mouth but it felt nice to say. Taehyung didn’t even hesitate to say it back either. It sounded like he had been waiting for the day you told him you loved him.

“I love you too.” You had sent Jungkook your address and thirty minutes later he was standing outside your door with the few things he had managed to grab before exiting the building. You open the door in a pair of black pajama bottoms you had just slipped on and one of Taehyung’s shirts.

“I’m sorry to intrude like this but I didn’t know who else to call.” You let him inside with a short yawn

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Your couch looks comfortable.”

“Oh, no you don’t have to sleep there. We have two spare rooms so just take your pick. You can either have the first door on the left or on the right side. The door at the end of the hall is mine and Tae’s. The second door on the right is the bathroom.” Jungkook hugs you out of nowhere which you awkwardly return.

“Thank you Y/N” Jungkook retreats into one of the bedrooms and you make your way back to Taehyung. Sleep comes a bit too easily especially when sleeping under the same roof as your current and ex boyfriend, or maybe you really were over Jungkook which would be a good thing.

Over the next week Jungkook and Taehyung seemed to avoid each other but what you really noticed was that Taehyung seemed to be avoiding you too. You thought it had something to do with Jungkook staying with you guys so you confronted Taehyung about it on a day that Jungkook had gone out.

“Tae, are you sure you’re okay with Jungkook being here. You’ve been ignoring me lately..” He looks down at his hands that are clasped in his lap

“That’s not why I’ve been a little...distant. I guess now is as good a time as ever to bring this up. You know how I got offered a job with an official modelling agency.” He looks up as you nod your head before continuing.

“Well the contract states I have to stay out of relationships. It’s a dating ban for a year. They say relationships can cause scandals and less popularity and I tried to explain that we’ve been together for a long time but they won’t budge. I don’t have to do it. I can decline.” You shake your head and wrap your arms around yourself.

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“No, don’t decline. This is a great opportunity for you Tae. It’ll help you pay your way through medical school. Who am I to stop you right? It’s okay. I understand really. As long as you don’t kick me out because I’m kind of a broke college student.” You sit next to Taehyung and hold onto his hand tightly.

“I never deserved you. I’d prefer it if you did stay here actually. I figured if you didn’t want to wait for me at least...Jungkook can make you happy?” You bite the inside of your cheek and rest your head against his shoulder.

“That was over a long time ago Tae. Don’t worry about me anyway. I can always just look at your modelling shots to cheer myself up.” And that is how your second relationship ended but you also gained a new best friend.

In the upcoming weeks you had moved your things out of Taehyung’s room and into the third bedroom in the apartment. It didn’t really seem like Jungkook was actively searching for a new place to stay and slowly him and Taehyung were becoming more and more comfortable around each other. Sometimes you would find them making plans without you which made you happy. By the second year of college all of the dating stuff was behind you and you three were inseparable It was like a buy one get two free deal. Not that anyone ever bothered to befriend you three it was like everyone just stayed away because ti would be a little hard to get in on the friendship. After Taehyung’s dating ban was lifted you two decided not to pursue a relationship because your friendship was more than enough. It was basically the same thing minus the sex which was a bit of a bummer.

Present Day

“I just want him to respect me as a doctor. Is that too much to ask for? I don’t want him spreading false rumors. I didn’t sleep my way to the top. I’m not even at the top yet. I haven’t slept with any of the doctor unless you count literal sleeping. How am I supposed to know he’ll have my back if I need his help with a patient. All I ask for is some respect but I can’t even get that from him.” The boys sigh simultaneously.

“Maybe I can talk to him. He seems to like me enough. Don’t worry Y/N. We’ll get this sorted out.” You’ve finally stopped crying but the exhaustion has taken over and your eyelids begin to droop.

“Thanks, Kookie. Thanks, Tae. I love you guys.” You fall asleep comfortably sandwiched between the two people that have stuck with you through everything. Jungkook and Taehyung don’t bother moving to their own rooms but instead they move closer to avoid falling off the edge of the bed that definitely is not big enough for three people. You were glad you had been fortunate enough to meet these two.

A/N: I know. It’s bad. I’m building up to some major stuff and I hope you like it enough to stick around and read the rest. Thanks for reading!!

#bts doctor au #bts-writing-squad #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts au #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts x reader #bts x you #bts #bts fic

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50 DND Questions

1. What do you think your d&d race would be? Proabably human. If I get the choice, I’d like to be either an Elf or Dragonborn. I’d be cool with either of those.

2. What class? Mostly likely a fighter? I’m not religious enough for a cleric, and not smart enough for a sorcerer or wizard. I like the idea of being able to throw hands.

3. What two feats would you have? I’d want the Alert feat, and more than likely the Lucky feat. Alert means my initiative gets improved, and Lucky means that I can reroll a bad throw. Those would get used a lot.

4. What has been your favorite d&d character you've played? (NPCs count for DMs) I’ve only got the two for now, but Liander’s been getting the most love. She’s probably my favorite.

5. Which of your d&d characters has been the most like you? Oh, Liander, without a doubt. She’s pretty close to my baseline personality.

6. Which of your d&d characters has been the least like you? And that would be Cade. Cade is just this side of Chaotic Evil, so she’s a little harder for me to get into the right headspace for. Playing her takes a lot out of me, to be honest.

7. How do you go about making a character or NPC? That’s hard to say - I give the session about an hour or so to feel it out, and let the personalities develop naturally over time. My playing style is reactive, so I let the situation dictate how said character would respond.

8. What is the most memorable natural 20 you've ever experienced? That would be with Cade. I’d rolled to take out a stone giant, suplexed them (because she’s a barbarian and her strength stat is wild), then chopped his dick off with my battleaxe like I was swinging a golf club. It uh, made an impression on the rest of the party, and the rest of the enemies.

9. Has one of your d&d characters ever died? How? Not yet, so don’t jinx me! I’m still attached to both of them, and would like to keep them around!

10. What is your favorite class to play? So far, it’s been my ranger. She’s fun, and I’m digging the whole ‘animals as companions’ thing she’s got going.

11. Have you ever fought a dragon? Yes. Between Cade and Paileous, we cut it’s head off. It’s currently a trophy back at home base. Got a lot of gold for our trouble, too.

12. Have you ever fought a beholder? NO. Not entirely sure I wanna, either!

13. Have you ever fought a mind flayer? No, but it’s coming up. My buddy is having us roll new characters for the Underdark campaign. I might try a cleric just for funsies.

14. Have you ever had a romance with an NPC or another PC? Nope. I am here to tell you that neither of my characters is looking for any of that. Liander’s too busy, and Cade is a halfling barbarian surrounded by equally questionable Drow paladins and rouges. No thanks.

15. Do you prefer to DM or play? I have no desire to DM. I’ve only been playing for a little while, and I’m not creative enough to attempt it. I’ll stick to playing. I’m good at that.

16. What is your favorite D&D pod/vodcast? I’ve been listening to Critical Role - I’m relistening to the Whitestone/Chroma Conclave arcs. I love No Mercy Percy so much.

17. Who is your favorite "celebrity dm?" I only know the one - Matt Mercer.

18. Do you use props/minis/terrain in your game? Very rarely. I think we’ve only had like, two sessions that actually had terrain and mini’s.

19. How did you discover D&D? My friends. I sat in on one of their games, and just for the hell of it, they rolled me a character, and thus Cade was born.

20. If you run a homebrew game, give an out of context spoiler. I’m not running it, but smuggling is a thing, and the dude we’re smuggling for is someone whose face is on a wanted poster in my pocket.

21. Drop a picture of a mini you painted (if applicable) Sorry, I don’t have any minis. They’re all with my DM.

22. Write a brief scene centered around one of your characters! Uh, hang on - "That was nice. I didn't ask you to get it for me, and I distinctly remember telling you I can get my own. Not my fault you don't listen worth a damn." Liander says with a slight grin. She doesn't know why, but she likes poking at Chancel. Not many folks react the way he does, and the scowl he sends her just makes her grin wider. "Come on. I cannot possibly be the only one who's pointed that out to you."

"Yeah, me. Two minutes ago." Zulth mutters into his mug.

23. Do you have any art of your characters? Yeah, one of my more artistic friends drew a sketch of Liander for me, complete with her cat on her shoulder. It’s pretty cool. It’s also huge, which is why I’m not posting it here.

24. Have you ever played any TTRPGs other than D&D? No, this is my first foray into TTRPGs.

25. What is your favorite snack for d&d? I reach for Cheetos or Doritos usually. They’re good, crunchy snacks.

26. If you could have one potion from d&d, which one would you choose? If I could just load up on superior healing potions for life, I’d be a happy woman.

27. If you could cast one spell from d&d, which would you cast? Fireball. That’s a nice equalizer, I think.

28. What is the most memorable natural 1 you've experienced? Oh man. That would be with Liander this time. She was trying to sneak into a well fortified part of the city, and tamper with the water supply for one family. Well, I had to roll to hop the fence to do so, rolled a natural one, my foot caught in the fence, and there was a dog right in front of me. Landed on my face, and got bitten for my trouble. Still got the mission done, though.

29. Have you ever been drunk playing d&d? I’ve been buzzed. Does that count?

30. Homebrew or prewritten? Both? Both. Both is good.

31. Tell me about your current party! Which one? Well, for the Alagaesia campaign, there’s my character Liander, a dwarf named Thorin, a rouge(?) named Zulth, an herbalist named Liam, and the man who hired us, an NPC named Bjorn. We’re actually trying to accomplish something with this campaign, or so the DM says.

For the Guardians of Gravenhollow campaign, I’m a halfling barbarian named Cade, there’s a drow Paladin named Varis, and another Drow rouge named Paileous. This particular campaign is just chaotic evil fuckery.

32. Most memorable NPC you've encountered in a game you played in. Victor. He built a clock, I wanted his tinkering kit, and wound up buying both at a just criminally low price. I kinda feel like I ripped him off, tbh.

33. Do you listen to music while playing? What kinds? Mostly the Skyrim soundtrack with a little Witcher soundtrack thrown in for funsies. Atmospheric stuff.

34. Favorite accent to do for characters? I don’t really have one for either of my characters. Mostly because I’m bad at keeping it up. I forget.

35. Favorite classic d&d trope Tragic Backstory(TM). Only one of my characters has it, but it’s damn fun to role-play.

36. What was your first d&d character you made? That would be Cade! She started out as kind of a throw-away, but she got mixed in with Paileous and Varis and she’s living her best chaotic life.

37. What is the most recent PC or NPC you've created? That’d be Kahtri, actually! I haven’t played her a whole bunch, so I’m not really familiar with her yet, but it’ll be interesting to play a Drow cleric who doesn’t actually worship Lolth. (I don’t do spiders.)

38. Goblins or Kobolds? I actually haven’t dealt with either yet. I’m slightly more familiar with Goblins simply because of CritRole.

39. Favorite villain you've defeated? Uh, I dunno if I’d classify her as a villian exactly, but Cade’s killed an NPC named Creed who was a servant to the god Grotz. Pretty sure he’s out for revenge now.

40. What d&d deity would you be a cleric of? I am a cleric of the Drow deity Elistraee. (I had to double check the spelling on that)

41. Give an out of context quote from one of your games! Liander - “I tried to stop him, but he fucking yote me across the room like I wasn’t even there. Is it weird I’m bitter about that?”

Thorin - *emerges from the wreckage of the crate we were smuggling holding dragon eggs* “I FOUND LIVING ROCKS!”

Liander and Zulth in tandem - *knows exactly what he’s holding* “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

42. Have you ever rolled turn into a potted plant on the wild magic table? No, I don’t think I know anyone who plays that particular class, so I’ve never seen it happen.

43. Minis and terrain or theater of the mind? Theater of the mind, good sir/madam.

44. Mulligan, Mercer, Murphy, or McElroy? Mercer! Mercer! Mercer!

45. What is the longest session you've ever had? Oh, jeez. Like, fourteen hours, give or take?

46. What is the longest battle you've fought or run? Uh, that’d be the fight with Creed. It took us like two hours to beat her down with three of us. She was stupid powerful. The bounty was great, though.

47. Have you ever played at level 20? No, my highest level character is a level 11. I’m working on it, though.

48. Does your dm say "How do you want to do this?" Oh yes. The table just blows up when that happens, not gonna lie. It’s fun to hear, especially if it’s aimed at you.

49. Have you ever played an edition other than 5th? No, I started playing last year, so 5th is all I know.

50. Will you try to convince others to play? Already done so. I’ve added a couple people to the group - my husband, whose character is the best straight man to our fuckery, and one of our mutual friends whose lunacy works with our brand of crazy.

#50 dnd questions #Liander Tristram #Cade Black #Kahtri Maelvat #my characters #ttrp ocs

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I don’t ever really do things like this so today I decided I wanted to. So here you go.

Tagged by no one and tagging no one, but if you want to do this yourself feel free to say I tagged you so you don’t have the same problem I have. You’re welcome.

1. What is your middle name?

Officially it’s Lynn. Unofficially it’s Kurosaki because when I was in middle school making your middle name on social media the last name of a character was the cool thing to do, and I’m not gonna lie, it’s grown on me.

2. How old are you?

17, soon to be 18.

3. What is your birthday?

July 8th

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Proud Cancer

5. What is your favorite color?

Blue

6. What's your lucky number?

7. Do you have any pets?

I have a dog named Bella who is my precious little bean and six nieces and nephews who are pretty cool I guess.

8. Where are you from?

A dinky town that is literally so small it isn’t even on any maps, so good luck tracking it down.

9. How tall are you?

5’ 8”

10. What shoe size are you?

I’m actually an 8 (9 depending on the style of the shoe) but I normally get 10 because I like my feet to have breathing room.

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Four. I don’t get the appeal of owning thousands of shoes.

12. What was your last dream about?

I suck at remembering dreams. The only one that clearly comes to mind is one where my grandma came to visit me and told me she was okay and happy where she was (she passed away a few years ago).

13. What talents do you have?

I can take really good selfies and I’m great at choosing filters to hide how disgusting my face looks.

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I don’t think so, but sometimes when I’m listening to music on shuffle, I’ll randomly think of a specific song and then that song is the one that comes on next. That’s probably not psychic but it’s kinda cool.

15. Favorite song?

Currently it’s Don’t You Go by All Time Low

16. Favorite movie?

Love Actually

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Someone who can make me laugh, makes me feel appreciated, and won’t feel weird about making a picture of the two of us their phone wallpaper.

18. Do you want children?

Absolutely

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Absolutely not

20. Are you religious?

I’m too apatheist for that

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

I’ve only been in the hospital once when I was younger, but my best guy friend has a habit of doing stupid shit and ends up in there a lot so I’ve been in my fair share of hospitals.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Nope. I’m a good child who never leaves her house.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not that I remember.

24. Baths or showers?

I love taking baths cause that shit is relaxing, but we have a built-in bathtub that I outgrew ages ago so I have to take showers. Someday I want a big clawfoot bathtub so I can take all the baths I want and also fuck up my future water bill.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

White and red

26. Have you ever been famous?

Previously mentioned best guy friend and I used to be famous-ish on this old kid website called Roblox. We weren’t like the PewDiePies of the site or anything but we were actually pretty well-known and the worlds we built were decently popular.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

I don’t think so? I’d like to try my hand at YouTube someday, but I think I’d be happy with a small little following if I did so.

28. What type of music do you like?

Alternative Rock

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Nope.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

One

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

On my side and curled up into the smallest ball I can manage.

32. How big is your house?

Too big. But it’s cozy.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

A cup of coffee and a toaster waffle if I’m not feeling too lazy.

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

A paintball gun.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

My one friend’s dad is a hunter and he let me shoot a bow one time, and I was pretty shit at it.

36. Favorite clean word?

Fadoodle sticks

37. Favorite swear word?

Shit is probably the one I use the most.

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?

Four days and three nights. I’m a horrible insomniac.

39. Do you have any scars?

I have one on my palm from when I got stabbed with a pencil in elementary school, and one on my knee from when I was crawling around in the basement and crawled over a nightlight that happened to be prongs-up.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

I think so? But I also have a pretty good idea of who it was so that probably doesn’t count.

41. Are you a good liar?

I don’t make a habit of lying, but I am pretty good at it because I don’t post on social media and out myself to those I’m lying to.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I like to think so.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

I can talk like Stitch if that counts.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I never thought so, but my friends from out-of-state always tell me I do.

45. What is your favorite accent?

It’s not really an accent, but my mother’s family is from the city ghettos and they all talk with ghetto slang. I grew up hearing it so when I’m comfortable talking to someone I tend to slip into that kind of talk.

46. What is your personality type?

INFJ if I remember correctly.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I don’t really buy expensive clothes, I’m a bargain shopper. Even all my “fancy” clothes I get on sale for decent.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yessir.

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

An innie.

50. Left or right handed?

Right handed.

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Not especially, but if I see it I have to kill it. I’m sorry I just gotta.

52. Favorite food?

My dad’s homemade garlic shrimp spaghetti. Fuck.

53. Favorite foreign food?

I love ramen and sushi because I’m a shit.

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

What people see as disorganized mess I see as organized chaos.

55. Most used phrased?

Rip-A-Rooney

56. Most used word?

It’s not even an actual word, I just say the letter F a lot. Eff.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Somehow when I was getting ready for school every morning I could get dressed, brush my teeth, do my hair, and do my makeup all in a half hour. Now that I don’t have much of a time limit suddenly each of those steps requires twenty extra minutes. I’m really not a good time manager.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

Probably.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Biting lollipops should be illegal worldwide you heathens.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Constantly. Sometimes if I’m zoning out I’ll do it in front of people which is kind of mortifying.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

I sing in the shower if that’s what you really mean.

62. Are you a good singer?

I wouldn’t say I’m amazing or anything but I’m okay. I got a lead in the school musical so I can’t be that bad.

63. Biggest Fear?

Being forgotten. And moths. Fuck moths.

64. Are you a gossip?

HELL YEAH.

65. Best dramatic movie you've seen?

Does G.B.F count as a dramatic movie

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Long, but not crazy long.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Probably not.

68. Favorite school subject?

English

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Ambivert, actually.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No but I would love to.

71. What makes you nervous?

Waiting in line for crazy rollercoasters that my friends force me to go on.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

I had really bad sleep paralysis when I was a kid and I would see some shit so yeah the dark freaks me out.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Yes. I’m an asshole.

74. Are you ticklish?

Yeah. I’m also a good kicker and I will nail you in the fucking face if you tickle me.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Honestly I probably have at some point.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Does being the Mom Friend count?

77. Have you ever drank underage?

I’ve sipped stuff but nothing more than that.

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Nope, and never will.

79. Who was your first real crush?

Probably my ex-girlfriend.

80. How many piercings do you have?

Four, two on each ear. And I still want a few more.

81. Can you roll your Rs?"

No, I say to my fuming Spanish teacher. I cannot roll my fucking R’s okay I’m sorry.

82. How fast can you type?

Fast.

83. How fast can you run?

Not fast.

84. What color is your hair?

My natural color is a dark brown, but the last few years I’ve been dying it a dark red and I absolutely love it.

85. What color are your eyes?

Hazel

86. What are you allergic to?

Ranch products. Salad dressing, Doritos, all of it.

87. Do you keep a journal?

Several. I have a habit of buying every cute journal I see and I don’t even use half of them.

88. What do your parents do?

Both my parents are in the casino business, though my mother quit after I was born to be a stay-at-home mom. She was a Blackjack dealer. My dad is a Slot Director at a casino in the city.

89. Do you like your age?

I guess.

90. What makes you angry?

People who bring their babies in strollers on the escalator. Also people who put their baby’s carseat in between the two front seats.

91. Do you like your own name?

I think Brianna is a nice name, yeah.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Caitlyn and/or Chalice for a girl, and Avan and/or Lucas for a boy.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

As long as I can have a child someday, I’ll be happy.

94. What are you strengths?

I’m really good at dealing with people who don’t/haven’t pissed me off.

95. What are your weaknesses?

Chocolate Brownie Batter ice cream and cute babies.

96. How did you get your name?

I was named after my dad and my aunt.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

They better not have been otherwise I’ll be pissed I lost my crown.

98. Do you have any scars?

Didn’t we go over this already

99. Color of your bedspread?

I don’t actually have a bedspread, I just sleep with a blanket thrown over me. Said blanket is actually a handmade quilt that my band family made me as a graduation present. It’s got musical notes on it and it’s my favorite thing at the moment.

100. Color of your room?

Pale green and pink.

#what do i even tag this as #learn pointless shit about me #i think thats what that tag was?#i have no idea just take it #dear cupcake

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Passing School Without ‘Google’

I saw a post of painted rocks being left on walking trails (due to Covid) and a quote on one of the rocks made me really mad.

"Respect your Parents. They passed school without Google!"

You're assuming that we are being graded on the same stuff our parents were graded on.

My mom went to school during a time when it was mandatory for women to take home economics. She 'passed' school based on how well she could emulate the stitching taught to her. Also, bringing the project home and having her seamstress-aunt do the thing for her was how she passed that class.

Dad passed math class because they were graded based on a glorified mad-minutes set up. He still brags to this day about how the academic rankings were based on a worksheet of 10 questions and how many one could answer correctly in 3 minutes while showing your work. Penmanship was also part of it because apparently if the teacher couldn't read your work or found your equation-placement sloppy you were automatically demoted to the bottom rankings.

Neither mom nor dad were graded on 'typed out papers only--must be 12 pt, serif font' or on their ability to crank out a proper bibloography. Neither mom nor dad were graded on their ability to do the research-legwork. All of their resources were provided--none of this "find scholarly articles on your own" business for my parents. Neither mom nor dad had to write a paper about the ethics of the Iraq War--or any war for that matter. In fact, they weren't graded on stuff that didn't have an immediate effect on their 'here and now'. They were being taught and graded on how well they could adapt to capitalist society--how well they could build nuclear-family units with the men as the breadwinner and the women as homemakers. Their research was "find the page in the textbook and read it aloud". Their 'science' classes were our auto-mechanics and construction-design classes--they weren't graded on memorizing chemical formula. They weren't graded on whether or not they understood the combustion reaction taking place inside the car--just on whether or not they knew how to assemble the parts of the mechanisms and whether or not they could drive the darned car. Their math was different from our math.

Dad still brags about being able to do 6.5 questions in 3 minutes in Grade 4 landing him #2 on the academic rankings in his year. Dad (bless him) tried to help me with my math homework in early High School. We spent 6 hours from the time he came home from work to the time I just couldn't keep my eyes open anymore--trying to figure out the same damned math problem together. We went to bed without the right answer and about 7 sheets of loose-leaf covered in all of the wrong ways to attempt that question. We threw every damned formula in the book at that damned problem and we didn't get anywhere. I didn't see dad until after work the next day where he decided to puzzle out that equation on his own all night. I'd join him because it was supposed to be my homework, but we wouldn't get anywhere. This pattern repeated for the next 2 days until dad came home from work one day, looking haggard but very proud of himself. He set down his work bag, dug around in it, and fished out a couple of sheets of paper. Tossing them down in front of me, he said he figured out the equation while he was at work. We whipped out my math books and my notes from class together. Dad had arrived at the right answer...but his work and the work shown when I gave in and had the teacher show me how to do the question in class were completely different. Dad and I attempted another question from the same batch as the one we had been stuck on for days. Dad's steps did not manage to solve that one...but neither did the method shown to me in class. At that point I had to level with dad--we had moved on from that unit in math a day ago. Only 2 people in my entire class seemed to understand the unit and how to tackle basically every question thrown at them. 2 people out of a class of 27. Dad thought that was an alien concept--how can school just move on when pretty much the entire class hadn't learned the thing? In dad's day, each student got work that challenged them and they all progressed at their own pace. Individual students stuck with problems until they learned how to solve them, and the same question would be thrown at them weeks later to ensure it wasn't a fluke. School did not move on without the student(s). They weren't graded based on how many units they got through by the end of the official academic term, but on the quality of the work that they did manage to get done. The student that breezed through all the units would have likely been #1 on the academic rankings, but it's likely that #2 got through fewer units than #3...but #2 made fewer mistakes along the way than #3.

I respect my parents--but not because they 'passed school without Google'. I respect them because they raised me. I respect them because the way they raised me resulted in me honestly believing that they had all the answers when in reality they were likely every bit as unprepared and clueless about 'adulting' as I was. I respect my parents because they sat with me for days on end trying to solve that stupid math problem. I respect my parents because they kept a roof over my head, food on the table, and gave me a great life, for the most part. Our current system of education makes it so that it's impossible to pass without 'Google'. Teachers refuse to accept hand-written papers now. The textbook does not count as a scholarly article to be used in our paper writing. Technological advancements mean that the information is at our fingertips and school-systems decide that 'education' means getting us to look up all of these 'facts' and events that have no immediate effect on our present-day. Yes, learning about the mistakes of the past so we don't repeat them is great. Knowing about economic boom-and-bust cycles to inform us of how we should vote or when we should save money vs. spend money--that's great and all. But the school system we're in today is not the same one our parents were brought up in. Anyone who insists that children today are entitled or disrespectful because we are so dependent on 'Google' just lost massive amounts of respect from me. It was either your generation or the people in-between that changed all the rules. I didn't demand 'Google' or to be graded on typed papers--my teachers refused to accept hand-written papers and I was docked marks when I did my best to use a ruler to justify all of my margins on a hand-written paper. I didn't choose to be reliant on technology--my teachers (people from your generation) refused to accept anything not done on a computer. I come from a generation of people that can't 'pass school without Google' because school nowadays mandates 'Google' and other uses of technology. Clay on construction paper as a diorama doesn't work anymore--I'm going to get a failing grade because the student that rendered a 10 minute, fully-animated re-enactment of the same book on the computer is going to show up my project every damned time. I respect my parents for a lot of what they've done...but 'passing school without Google' is not one of them.

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August 7, 2018: 12:57 pm: (Edited for Capitalization: 8/8 12:58 ... StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-07T17:04:01-0400 - Updated: 2018-08-08T16:00:14-0400

August 7, 2018: 12:57 pm: (Edited for Capitalization: 8/8 12:58 pm) What the Fuck is this? This is a copy of a paragraph sent to me from the White House Press Department regarding jobs and the economy. As Follows: ========================================================== "Unemployment dipped to 3.9 percent last week—just the eighth time since 1970 it has fallen below 4 percent. (And nearly half of those occasions happened in 2018.)" "Most important is who is benefitting. President Donald J. Trump promised to look out for Americans from every corner of the country, not the well-connected and powerful. He’s delivered. “The least educated American workers, who took the hardest hit in the Great Recession . . . are a striking symbol of a strong economy,” The New York Times reports." ================================================================== (Skip this part and move on to the important reading.) This is the math problem sent to me from the White House today. =========================== "Unemployment dipped to 3.9 percent last week—just the eighth time since 1970 it has fallen below 4 percent. (And nearly half of those occasions happened in 2018.)" =========================== {do the math: Let's see...uhh... ok... "for the 8th time"... in a long time, something happened. Ok, got it. Hmmm... and "nearly half of those times was this year". Ok...got that. Now what? Ohh I see. "OIC?". Nope, that's not it. "OYC?". Nahh. Hmmm ok.. start over. "Oye. Oye Vay?"... nooooo. Ummmm... maybe it means that something happened almost 4 times in a short time, because 8 times divided by two times equals 4 times.... but it says it was "almost one half". So... the answer is almost 4, but not quite. So... in 48 years (2018 minus 1970 equals 48 years... right?) Ok... hmm, in 48 years minus this year equals 47 years, and in this year something happened almost 4 times, but not quite. What was the something that happened... I forgot... let's see... oh! It was Dipped. Dipping happened. That's what happened. Ok, now what. Ummm. It's August. That means this is the 8th month, not quite a whole year yet. Darn. eight twelfths equals doughnuts. That leaves four doughnuts. I am hungry.. break for a minute.. ~!insert Jeopardy Theme Song Here~ Ok.. Back! 8/12 = 3/4 of a year. Terrorists use a 10 month calender, not a twelve month calander... I learned it in elementary Anti-Terrorist school, or had to die trying. Sooo 8/12 is 8 minus 2=6 months. Equals half of a year. um... yeah, now what? Ok ....dipping happened almost 4 times this year, but not quite. That leaves Forty-Seven years that something did not happen... what could it be? Care for a Doughnut? mmmm Doughnuts! Solved it! The answer is that no anti-terrorism happened for 47 years and the year is only half over in terrorism months, so we don't know about the 48th year yet. Hmmm I guess the only thing left to solve the math problem is to find out what the Dogs name is.... But that's easy, there are a lot of Dogs to choose from... go to the pound and pick one... Hmmmm Pound Sterling = Elizabeth ... Pound = hit = thump = Pope Francis, the Dog's name is Francis Ok... The answer is that the Two Dogs, Elizabeth and Francis have been doing Terrorism for 47 years and counting, and no one has ever tried to stop them, Also, Elizabeth is the Top Dog because of the "Dipping", Francis Curtsey's to Elizabeth. ""Bow-Wow-Maneuver-Service. And, they have a Poodle that lives in the White House they call Potus, Potus Poodle's only live to be 4 or 8 years old, so they get new ones from time to time. Ok? Ther ya go. Completely solved over Doughnuts and Coffee in about 30 Minutes, and took a Break. Now... You try!} Elizabeth is an English Bull Dog. Francis is an Afghan. Potus is a French Poodle, The French Poodles are interchangeable, and are always named Potus, and are well Groomed. Afghans are interchangeable and have different names when they change, but are always Afghans, this one is Francis. The Bull Dog lives forever, and is Immortal, at least that is how the math works. It must be that "New Math". They all sleep together on an Oval Area Rug by the Ottoman, and have been laying there for 47 years, at least Elizabeth has, and they are watching black and white re-runs of the Dick-Van-Dyke show. That's the complete answer, it's the same, it's different, it's the same. it's different. it's the same. It's the same as it ever was. Different. It's indifferent. (look it up, it's important) . (Don't feel bad if you are having trouble with this. Some of you could go look at last night's final post for a solution that will work for you, otherwise keep practicing. However, be advised that if you did not go to MK-Ultra School, like I did, then this will be a challenging math problem for you. Ok? The person who wrote this math problem also went to MK-Ultra School and is quite older than I am... been around the sun more times, that's all. Hi! How you doin'? It's been a long, long, long,..............long time.) ==================================================== The following is about the entry above the Math Problem. This says, according to the New York Times, and sent to me from the White House... From the office of Donald Trump, that STUPID AMERICANS WHO GET HIT IN THE HEAD ARE SYMBOLIC OF A SUCCESSFUL AND PROFITABLE ATTACK! And that is how you read terrorist news from Donald Trump at the White House. I cannot deny the truth... Americans are stupid. We keep getting hit in the head, while collecting a few nuts that are thrown at us, meanwhile, the Vatican is not just taking the trees that the nuts come from, but the entire forest of trees... the Pope is not satisfied with owning the forest so he takes the land that the forest is on, and all of the seeds for all of the trees of all of the nuts also. The Pope tosses nuts around like feeding squirrels in the park. The National Security Administration, and the Department of Homeland Security are opposing forces. When one team gains, the other team throws some nuts and the squirrels chase after the nuts that are thrown, sometimes it's a fumble, sometimes it's a pass, sometimes it's a first down, sometimes it's squeeze play, or hail-marry, or off-sides, a penalty, a flag, a fucking pat on the back from one football playing squirrel agent faggot to another one... But the pope is playing craps you assholes. Not squirrel football. The Pope likes Seven's and Elevens on the First Throw of the Die. And The Queen is playing Chess. She likes strong Castles, Horseman with Swords, Wizards with Pointy Hats, and a lot of disposable Pawns. Vladimir Putin is the only person on Earth that knows what the fuck is going on. He tried to tell the Americans what the fuck is going on... he gave the squirrels a real football. Look at it. Kick it around for a while. Maybe you could get some of your favorite sports stars to put a GODDAMN autograph on it. Or Rock Stars. Or Movie Stars. Maybe then you could see that the thing is made of super tiny Pentagons. It really was a gift you know. I mean, how can you possibly explain to POTUS that his house is dirty, and the stink of it is getting into your house, without pissing him off or hurting his golden feelings? And when his ego is like a hurricane in a factory that makes golden box cutters in a cattle farm where the pooper scooper is broken? You give the POTUS a clue. That's what you do. Subtle, easy to understand, non offensive and in good spirit, with good intentions in mind. To inform, without prejudice. But with the teeth of an ultimatum, because that is what is required to preserve peace in a proactive kind of way... on Earth. American Government does not understand proactive subtleties, so they popped the soccer/football gift newspaper billboard sign advertising secret message that was provided and are still trying to figure out why there are Turnberries printed on the ball. Those red berries... yeah, those are Turn-Berries... Assholes. After that, all of the Agents go to Church to blow the Pope. The ball is flat. And they are Jonseing for more nuts. And that is how it is done... Asshole Agents. Incoming intercontinental ballistic missiles fitted with Smellery Clinton's Uranium powered nuclear War Heads will turn the squirrel football game into a soap opera... "Like Sands Through The Hour Glass, These Are The Days Of Our Lives". the football field will be turned into the inside of an hour glass with nothing but tiny particles of sand spilling down the enormous hole where the Pentagon used to be. All because the agents trusted, and were fooled, paid, drugged, by the Movie Stars and Rock Stars that lined up outside of Langley Virginia to sign the agents hats, and offer some Schwagg. Besides all of that, the Chinese people have known what is going on and have prepared themselves for the Big Bang. Those guys set up manufacturing. They did that while Americans were busy flipping Cheese Burgers under Bush and Obama per the Plan of Reagan under the Pope. The Chinese people get a lot of grief associated with the idea that they sell plagiarized goods of American products. It's another clue that the Stupid American Anti-Terrorist agents could not figure out. "Plague-in-your-eyes". They think differently, their language works differently, they tried to convey the message and translate it into American English the best way they are able to. If you look at the Chinese people some more, you will find that the clues are where you find them, but only if you look. They don't want to blow up. So, they see something, then say something. You idiot. When the big Bang Bang happens because Trump is a Bonehead terrorist golden bastard, China is ready. T,hey won't have to worry about knock-off merchandise problems because they will be making the original products when the original American factories get blown up. All they will have to worry about is if Mexico is making knock offs of the Chinese copies of the products that the people in Europe will be buying. I have a feeling that John Bolton is advising Donald Trump to Bomb Syria again... as i write this. Why?

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August 7, 2018: Tuesday: 3:10 pm: Cart Drivers Calling from American Medical Response again. This-Just-in.

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August 7. 2018: Tuesday Afternoon: 3:45 pm: Once in a Lifetime From the Album: Talking Heads And you may find yourself Living in a shotgun shack And you may find yourself In another part of the world And you may find yourself Behind the wheel of a large automobile And you may find yourself in a beautiful house With a beautiful wife And you may ask yourself, well How did I get here? Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground And you may ask yourself How do I work this? And you may ask yourself Where is that large automobile? And you may tell yourself This is not my beautiful house! And you may tell yourself This is not my beautiful wife! Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Water dissolving and water removing There is water at the bottom of the ocean Under the water, carry the water Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean! Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again in the silent water Under the rocks, and stones there is water underground Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground And you may ask yourself What is that beautiful house? And you may ask yourself Where does that highway go to? And you may ask yourself Am I right? Am I wrong? And you may say yourself, "My God! What have I done?" Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again in to the silent water Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Look where my hand was Time isn't holding up Time isn't after us Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Letting the days go by (same as it ever was) Letting the days go by (same as it ever was) Once in a lifetime Letting the days go by Letting the days go by Songwriters: Brian Eno / Christopher Frantz / David Byrne / Jerry Harrison / Tina Weymouth Once in a Lifetime lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IsSpAOD6K8

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-07T18:59:13-0400

Tuesday Afternoon: 3:52pm (Ford Thunderbird) Taking Heads Psycho Killer Bootleg Version I have no words for this.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-07T19:37:40-0400 - Updated: 2018-08-07T19:41:58-0400

August 7, 2018: 4:36 pm: Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth, wrote the math problem. She has a Bastard Son who's name is Clint Whitney. Clint Whitney's nick-name is Clump Lumpy. I think that is the end of the math problem.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-07T19:50:26-0400

Tuesday Afternoon: Elizabeth: Please remove your bloody rabbit from my White House. Regards,

StoneMan

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-07T20:11:57-0400

Tuesday Afternoon: "With two squirrels and an owl, I could rule the world." Spoken by a frightened King of some faraway land who was conquered by his own imagination. Owl - Wikipedia

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Tuesday Afternoon: Pinball Wizard The Who Ever since I was a young boy I've played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain't seen nothing like him In any amusement hall That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball! He stands like a statue, Becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers Always playing clean He plays by intuition, The digit counters fall That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball! He's a pin ball wizard There has got to be a twist A pin ball wizard, S'got such a supple wrist How do you think he does it? I don't know! What makes him so good? He ain't got no distractions Can't hear those buzzers and bells Don't see lights a flashin' Plays by sense of smell Always gets a replay Never seen him fall That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball I thought I was The Bally table king But I just handed My pin ball crown to him Even on my favorite table He can beat my best His disciples lead him in And he just does the rest He's got crazy flipper fingers Never seen him fall That deaf dumb and blind kind Sure plays a mean pin ball! Songwriters: Peter Townshend Pinball Wizard lyrics © Spirit Music Group ============================================== "Pinball Wizard" Pinball Wizard Germany Single by The Who from the album Tommy B-side "Dogs (Part Two)" Released 7 March 1969 Format 7-inch single Recorded 7 February 1969 Studio Morgan, Willesden, London Genre Hard rock[1] power pop[2] Length 2:57 Label Track Songwriter(s) Pete Townshend Producer(s) Kit Lambert The Who singles chronology "Magic Bus" (1968) "Pinball Wizard" (1969) "I'm Free" (1969) Audio sample MENU0:00 filehelp https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msZOSziOeCs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xt2bHUDsPMU File:Pinball Wizard Germany PS.jpg - Wikipedia

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Boyle column: Hey Democratic commissioners, stop saying stupid stuff

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Boyle column: Hey Democratic commissioners, stop saying stupid stuff

John Boyle Asheville Citizen Times

Published 12:59 PM EDT Oct 20, 2018

For years now I’ve considered opening my own business — a political consulting firm.

And now it’s time for me to put to use that minor in political science from James Madison University (JMU, or as my siblings often reminded me, “Just Missed U.Va.” But I digress. Painfully).

Recent events — or more accurately, recently absurd public comments by local politicians in our illustrious county — have confirmed my suspicion that this service is sorely needed. By the way, my company’s name has quite a ring to it: “Stop Saying Stupid Stuff Consulting.” Company slogan: “For the love of god, shut it.”

So, I’m going to dive right in with a couple of not-so-free lessons.

Lesson Number 1: When you’re on the Buncombe County Board of Commissioners, and you live in a county that’s been rocked by scandals involving county managers and assistant managers allegedly bilking the county out of millions, and you were elected to keep watch over all those disappearing dollars, and people in said county are really, really ticked off about all this lost tax revenue, and some of them are suggesting all Democrats should be thrown out because all this happened over decades of Democratic control in the county, and you happen to be a Democrat, you do not publicly, or even in your sleep, for that matter, ever utter the following words when discussing the hiring criteria for a new county manager: “Let’s face it: The new manager, if they’re not a thief. The bar is pretty low, to be honest.”

That would’ve been Commissioner Ellen Frost at last week’s County Commissioners meeting, expounding on what they’re looking for in a county manager.

Too soon, Ellen. Too soon.

RELATED: Wanda Greene accused of claiming Buncombe County as a loss on tax returns

Wisely, Frost long ago announced she’s not running for re-election.

I’d also like to publicly suggest that Frost, an avid horsewoman, and everyone else on the board, as well as anyone remotely interested in politics, fraud and the loss of public trust, watch a really fascinating Netflix documentary called, “All the Queen’s Horses.”

It details how Rita Crundwell, the former city comptroller of Dixon, Illinois, stole nearly $54 million of taxpayer money over 20 years, the largest case of municipal fraud in American history. At times, Crundwell pilfered $5 million a year, and the whole town budget was $8 million-$9 million.

While the town was borrowing furiously to stay afloat, Crundwell was using tax dollars to build an enormous quarter horse breeding operation, winning all kinds of championships and living like, well, a queen. During this time, she was also slashing town budgets and neglecting sidewalk and road repairs.

You will see some downright spooky parallels to what went on here, but on a much grander scale.

I’ll also note that voters in Dixon were really, really peeved, too, and they voted out the mayor and the other four board members. Yeah, there’s a lesson in there, which leads me to my…

Lesson Number 2: If you’re the Democratic Board Chairman of the Buncombe County Board of Commissioners, and you’ve been under an enormous amount of fire over all that tax money that went missing for fancy trips, splurges on wine and tsotchkes for the county manager’s home, and you’ve been balancing the county’s budget by draining money clearly allocated for new buildings and maintenance at the local community college, and that money came from a quarter-cent sales tax narrowly approved by voters who were repeatedly told that the money could only be spent on buildings and maintenance at the community college, and the exact argument for not voting for it was that future County Boards would not adhere to that promise and thereby make voters feel really dumb and used, you do not under any circumstances say something like this: “I don’t personally feel bound to spend the dollars (the way) that someone said before I was ever on the commission. And I never committed to using it for just that one purpose, new buildings at A-B Tech.”

RELATED: Timeline: A-B Tech’s quarter-cent sales tax history

That would’ve been Buncombe County Board of Commissioners Chairman Brownie Newman recently, talking about all the funding the county has diverted from Asheville-Buncombe Technical Community College, which now has a big shortfall in its maintenance and building program because the county couldn’t balance its own budget and kept taking more and more of the quarter-cent sales tax.

While I appreciate Newman’s candor, the remarks can only irritate already very irritated voters.

See, folks are already thinking that by rubber stamping previous budgets and not asking for line item budgets and not ever confronting former manager Wanda Greene on her questionable spending practices, you weren’t doing your job.

Now, by acting as though you’re not bound by a previous board’s solemn promise, when that board was also clearly controlled by your party, you make people think your party has no real ethics.

RELATED: Boyle column: In Wanda Greene scandal, should we have uncovered more?

Am I going too fast? ‘Cause this doesn’t seem real complicated to me.

Be transparent. Do the right thing. Follow through on pledges. Be a fiscal hawk, no matter your party. Don’t get too cozy with the person who manages the county — you know, the one you have the power to hire and fire. Ask tough questions.

And please, stop saying stupid stuff.

Lesson Number 3: Really, stop hiring so many attorneys and amassing legal bills of $100,000 that taxpayers have to eat. Just follow my rules above.

Thanks. That’ll be $550,000.73.

And yes, I accept payment via gift cards.

This is the opinion of John Boyle. Contact him at 828-232-5847 or [email protected]

Source: https://www.citizen-times.com/story/news/local/2018/10/20/boyle-column-hey-democratic-commissioners-stop-saying-stupid-stuff/1687695002/

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Oh! Your blog is alive! Welcome back! Answer all the odd number questions?

Well hey! I didn’t realize how long it had been since I posted here haha. I’m alive and doing well. Most of my energy toward this site goes to reblogging stuff to my side blog @stufftoshowcrow (I guess this is sort of a plug but by no means do you all have to check it out)

And I’ll get to the questions later today! I’m out with a friend for the day but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging. Thanks for asking!

Time for those answers! (under the read more)

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Dancing’s Not a Crime by Panic! at the Disco, Irony of Dying on Your Birthday by Senses Fail, Instant Crush by Daft Punk, Somewhere in the Between by Streetlight Manifesto, Your Love by The Outfield, and Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON (these are just recent ones on my mind)

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. The closest book was my sketchbook and it’s got a drawing of Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles on it that I think I referenced from somewhere. I may post a picture later if there’s any interest.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? “Ok I should be home in about an hour” from my dad

7: What’s your strangest talent? I’m pretty good at chugging alcohol but stuff like hard sodas or rum and coke. And that usually only happens when I’m already a little drunk and want to maintain it.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? Technically (said by my bf). He said it was never finished so I never heard it

11: Do you have any strange phobias? I’m slightly afraid of escalators and elevators. Elevators is because I hate when they rock and I’m afraid they’ll fall and escalators is because when I was a kid, there was an escalator at the local book store that seemed pretty steep and I felt like I’d fall off when I was young and it sort of continued on into adulthood. It’s not as bad now but it’ll pop up sometimes.

13: What’s your religion? I was raised Catholic, went to a Methodist church from middle school to high school, and now I’d consider myself Agnostic. I was never officially Methodist so yeah, I’m not really religious.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? It’s a bit of both. Being an artist, I like to dabble in a lot of different art forms and one of those being photography. I love photography and I’ve even gotten into making my own videos. So I know my way around a camera and I’m used to being behind the camera but I like when I get the chance to be in front of the camera. It may be a little vain but I really like photos of myself and seeing myself at different angles.

17: What was the last lie you told? Oh shit, I can’t really remember. I know the funniest lie I’ve told recently is I convinced a coworker of mine that one of our other coworkers is my brother because we look sort of alike.

19: What does your URL mean? I went with Novakid-Outlaw because I really enjoy the game Starbound and the Novakids are my favorite race. They’re sort of like cowboys so that’s where the outlaw part is from. It used to be “Novakid-Bandit” but I figured Outlaw sounded better.

21: Who is your celebrity crush? Brendon Urie

23: How do you vent your anger? A lot of it is spent yelling at terrible drivers in my car. Some of it is directed at my coworkers who don’t do their job and I’m already done with the day. I try to use some of it on artwork, I know one time I smashed a TV for a friend doing a photography project. That was a lot of fun.

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Video chat because I like seeing the other person’s face. But talking on the phone is also nice if I want to talk to that person (so like talking to my BF verses my dad. My dad is weird to talk to sometimes).

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? I hate the sound of nails scratching one of those holographic cards that has that terrible texture. I love the sounds of cats purring (and my boyfriend’s voice).

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts are iffy but for sure Aliens. Space is too big for us to be the only living organisms.

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? I’m in my room so nothing. I’m too used to the smell.

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East Coast since I live nearby and the most I’ve done on the West Coast was go to Vegas and it was stupid hot.

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? Doing what I love with the ones I love.

37: Do you believe in luck? I guess because I’m the luckiest girl to be dating the best guy in my life. He’d disagree but I do love him a whole lot and he’s made my life a lot better.

39: What time is it? I got this ask around noon and I’m getting around to answering it at 11:12 PM (as I’m typing this answer)

41: What was the last book you read? I guess Scott Pilgrim. I haven’t read a book in a while. It’s sorta sad

43: Do you have any nicknames? Many

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? In recent years, I burned my arm at work and it hurt like a bitch. I still have a scar. In middle school, I broke both of my wrists (not at the same time but only a month had passed when my first wrist healed and I broke the other).

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Okami

49: Ever had a rumor spread about you? Not really cause I’m not that interesting that people talk about me.

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? If it’s a big enough wrong. I’m still upset at my ex but that’s justified.

53: Do you save money or spend it? I spend it. I need to work on saving money.

55: Love or lust? Love

57: How many relationships have you had? 3

59: Where were you yesterday? Work and home

61: Are you wearing socks right now? Nope

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Jokes and slight teasing

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. Aight, that’s too much work, nope

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Playing Okami

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Yes

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Save the dog. I can find another job. I’d feel terrible leaving the dog behind.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. (I have both but) Love

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 7815

77: How can I win your heart? No chance because someone already has my heart

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? Giving my current boyfriend a third date those 2 years ago.

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? She died doing what she loved most. (*boyfriend’s/husband’s name here*)

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Love. How cliche

85: What’s the last song you listened to? Your Love by The Outfield

87: What is your current desktop picture? Bulbasaurs

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? If my mom ever asked if I’ve lied to her recently because she made me promise her once that I’d never lie to her again.

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Shape-shifting

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? My first instinct is to say my last relationship but I know it sort of helped to shape me. So I guess I would say I’d avoid dating the last guy but I wouldn’t avoid him entirely.

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Germany

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? Yes. When I was a kid, my mom took me to pick up my brother and his friend and she brought mini cupcakes along. I ate a bunch of the chocolate ones and I threw up on my brother’s friend when they got in the car.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? Let’s be real, I have no clue.

Finishing this up at 11:39 PM and I’m super grateful to anyone who’s read all of these! I hope these are entertaining to read and I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night!

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50 Street Photography Tips for You

By Sebastian

My goal of this blog is to share my experience of learning Street Photography myself. Along this road, I wrote many long-form articles on certain Street Photography tips. Longer articles where I wrote about the importance of leading lines, or how you can conquer the night with your camera.

With the following list of Street Photography Tips, I wanted to give you an overview of topics that can help you to become a better Street Photographer.

How To Use these Street Photography Tips

50 Street Photography Tips are a lot to digest at one time. This list isn’t supposed to be read in one going or that you try to apply as many tips as possible when you are on the street the next time.

We as humans are bad at focusing on multiple things at the same time. My tip would be to focus on one or two tips the next time you go out on the street and improve step-by-step rather than mixing everything up.

1 Get Closer

To start off the list of Street Photography Tips here is one of the most famous tips to get better results.

Robert Capa said “If your pictures aren’t good enough, you aren’t close enough”

This is true in many ways and often beginners are too afraid to get close to the subject and rather shoot from a “safe” distance. Approaching Street Photography this way has many disadvantages. You are disconnected from your subject, the subject is barely visible & the surroundings are too distracting.

If you are interested in a person, get closer until the subject fills the frame.

Overcome your fear of photographing in public.

Read More: The Fear of Photographing in public

2 Shoot from a low Angle

When doing Street Photography we can either be lazy and always shoot from our normal point of view when we are standing, or we could put some extra effort into the photograph by searching for unique perspectives.

This Street Photography tip means to put more work in your Street Photography.

Shooting from a low angle has the advantage that we normally don’t see the world from this low, which makes any image automatically more interesting.

Use the LCD screen rather than your viewfinder and you can even lay your camera right on the floor. Pre-focus to make sure that your images will be sharp.

3 Layer Your Images

If you are interested in landscape photography you probably noticed that most sunset photos by the ocean also feature a rock or boat in the foreground. This is not because the photographer is a rock fan, but because it improves the composition and helps the viewer to scale the dimension.

Your pictures should be interesting on every layer from foreground to background. When going out for a photo walk the next time, search for a subject, but also keep your attention to place something in the foreground and background.

By doing so, your photographs will be more life-like and three-dimensional, helping the viewer to immerse in the scene.