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revserrayyu · 1 month

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2.1 Penacony thoughts [part2]

**Spoiler warning** Covering up until we switch to Acheron’s POV alongside Welt (not their first conversation but actually playing as her, hence the cover photo), so be kind to yourself and look away if you haven’t reached that point yet. Brace yourself once more; I’m going to ramble.

First things first, this whole shrinking down scene where we traverse through a model of Penacony was so odd. Poor Ratio had to be rolling his eyes so hard just watching a tiny Aventurine run around like that.

I feel like we didn’t learn much about Sunday last patch, but hearing him speak about how orderly and presentable we should be at all times really fits his personality. The pretty boy certainly knows how to look good and leads me like him even more..

But only for a moment as he then uses some Harmony trickery against Aventurine so he’s forced to answer his several questions truthfully, or at least that’s the feeling I got from watching this interrogation. Seeing this was quite interesting to me because there’s this anime call No Guns Life where a character by the name Tetsuro has an ability called “harmonie” which allows him to control other extends (robots basically) and they way the anime shows it looked very familiar with all the color.

Moving on, Sasuke Uchiha vibes are coming in strong with our gambler being a potential sole clan survivor, not to mention Aventurine admitting his love toward his family is something he values more than himself. Also, I don’t like this bird.. sitting there, keeping an eye on everything, even during Aventurine’s chat with Sparkle later on. I know the Family has a big Nightingale theme going on but still. Big Brother (or in this case the Family) always watching hm?

NOPE. Any small hope I had for Sunday being someone we could safely trust has flown straight out the window with this sinister smirk of his, no matter how handsomely good it makes him look here.

I love that no matter what is going on or who he’s talking to, Ratio always manages to mildly insult others without a care in the world.

So stuff about the Cornerstones gets revealed, how all Ten Stonehearts have one of their own and how very important said stones are to them, so what on earth was Aventurine doing with both his and Potaz Pazto Topaz’s? Also found it interesting how closely hers resembles Qlipoth’s body when she isn’t a Preservation unit like Aventurine is.

Sunday then gives Aventurine only 17 system hours to live and he has to spend it solving Robin’s case with little to no outside help or hints on where to begin. Talk about immense pressure. Let my man gamble in peace!

And if all that wasn’t enough to make me start feeling bad for our fancy man, we get a sad backstory featuring his sister and even learning how both their parents died! Because OF COURSE they’re setting me up to get upset about him for some reason later on in the story and now I’m so terrified because if I learned anything from anime it’s that these kinds of flashback are major red death flags.

The feeling of joy came back to me though upon seeing Topaz show up. Despite Aventurine being around and all the mentions of the IPC, I honestly wasn’t expecting her to visit Penacony at all, but I’m very pleased to see her again! She definitely grew on me after that one quest in Belobog and even though she doesn’t have access to most places on Penacony like her coworker currently does, it’s nice she’s willing to lend a helping hand to us.

It doesn’t settle well with me that none of the Bloodhounds know who Gallagher is. Ain’t he supposed to be top dog around here and in charge?

Oh red text, why must you haunt me so easily? Imagine how different all of Penacony would feel if we had the option to completely turn off subtitles. People would definitely have various opinions regarding Acheron if they knew of her ominous words or not.

I wanna chalk this up as a HI3 reference, but I can’t be sure as I’ve never played. If so, I love how they can toss in hints about Welt’s past like this.

And hers.. I imagine bits and pieces would line up with her past one way or another too.

A little while after that, we cut back to Black Swan and y’all, we FINALLY get some sort of Boothill interaction in the story! Only audio for now but I’ll take it!

Hearing about bullets, him getting annoyed about Acheron being a “galaxy ranger” and the Hunt path are wonderful ways to confirm who it is and I can’t wait to eventually see him in game.

Seems like he isn’t too thrilled with Acheron though and of course, he too knows of her Emenator status. There goes my brief hopes of them being in friendly terms and seeing them work together I suppose.

This item that Ratio gives Aventurine before he suddenly disappears (again) and how it features one of his voicelines.. hilarious. It’s like it was spoken specifically for Aventurine and no one else.

I may be a little stupid.. do we know who the other mute is? The one dead is clearly Robin, but surely the other can’t be Sunday right? He spoke perfectly fine. I’m thinking back to all the Penacony characters we’ve met and they all sound fine, aside from Sam but he’s robotic so naturally he would sound a bit different yea? Maybe we haven’t met this other mute yet, I dunno. The “again” part of Sparkle’s line makes me feel like we have met them at least once.

Sweetie, how the fuck did you manage to sneak such a dangerous device into Penacony?? Even Aventurine is concerned about how the Family doesn’t know of it.

Okay.. so the whole flashback with Aventurine being bought as a slave and used to gamble for his master is tough. I know many people speculated what the mark on his neck said, and majority did think “slave” was written, but man, the hint didin’t make this story any easier to hear. Being blessed with luck ain’t always a good thing hm? Hearing the guy say “all or nothing” and learning from Topaz about how that phrase is now Aventurine’s mantra.. oh boy.

Siobhan is gorgeous and if she was playable I’d definitely pull for her.

SERVAL MENTION HUZZAH! I’m aware they mentioned my girl during the livestream and how they’re both the rebellious ones in their respective families, but Siobhan actually wanting to meet her? Oohhh~

Okay but the fact we’re encountered so many deaths, during the many story and side quests, in a short amount of time shouldn’t be normal. The way he seems so indifferent about it too.. “so what?” like sir, people are dying.

Oh, we did indeed receive one as well. That was the invitation, wasn’t it? I thought the music box Acheron stole from Duke was something different and special for different reasons. Nevermind.

I seriously need to check back into the creepy dream we experienced last time after Sparkle knocked us out, where we encountered that memory zone meme and listen to all the shouting we heard of this Mikhail guy. I figured he had to be someone important, but the Watchmaker and betrayer of the Family? Oh dear.

I bet you anything it’s Misha. Working behind the scenes in the hotel this entire time would definitely be an effective strategy, and his technique outside battle literally stops time and that seems like the perfect kind of ability for someone named “Watchmaker.”

Gallagher wondering if this certain person is real or not is another reason I think it’s Misha because apparently no one notices his presence at all. During that one scene with us, Firefly, Acheron, Misha & Clockie last past, the girlies didn’t acknowledge Misha at all. Only us and Clockie spoke to the boy. In return, Clockie is only seen by us and Misha as well. So that’s just strange.

For a moment I wonder if Misha is actually like.. a ghost of sorts and we’re just going insane seeing visions of people and cartoon characters everywhere. But that’s all stuff I shall find out later. Hopefully. If the story decides to answer my many concerns.

(originally written on 3/28)

#honkai star rail #sunday #aventurine #acheron #black swan #sparkle #gallagher #gameplay #revsposts

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non-operator · 2 years

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I feel like Sova's dislike of Cypher reveals something interesting about his character, though I haven't figured out what exactly the angle is.

Overall, Sova (and the other VP agents) keeps Omega agents distinct from his actual teammates.

When referring to Omega, he usually goes with "their [agent name]"; ie "Their Breach has no patience at all..." or "Their Jett is fast!..."

He seems to blur the line when it comes to three agents: Brimstone, Breach, and Cypher.

Out of these three, Breach is the least notable. Sova's only lapse in distinction only comes when he kills Omega Breach and calls him "Thug". Otherwise, his voice line regarding Omega Breach remains fairly analytical--he points out a weakness and warns his team to watch out.

With Brimstone, both Sova's interactions are somewhat sentimental: "Captain killed" and "Be at peace, my friend". I doubt Sova's actually friends with Omega Brimstone, so this feels more of a projection onto Omega Brimstone. This feels reasonable as it seems Sova is close with Brimstone.

With Cypher, it just feels like there's a lot of strong emotions there. Even compared to how Sova talks about other Omega agents, his voice lines regarding Omega Cypher are actually pretty harsh? Or petty? Only one of his lines is dedicated towards being tactical and helpful, the others just reflect Sova's personal feelings (being fed up with secrets etc). For Sova to project so heavily onto Cypher, it feels like there's more to the rivalry than simple annoyance.

The only interpretations I have is either:

The devs already stated that their work ethics clash, with Sova valuing honesty and transparency and Cypher being shifty as hell. It could be that Sova does place a fair amount of effort and value into forging mutual trust, and takes Cypher's continued lack of honesty very personally.

We know that Sova isn't always antagonistic towards Cypher, in his commend line. So it seems that Sova might be willing to extend good will to Cypher.

Sova genuinely distrusts Cypher's goals/believes Cypher's objective ultimately does not align with the Protocol's. Considering he doesn't have as strong a reaction with working with Reyna or Breach, it seems strange that he'd be so adamant about staying suspicious of Cypher. This seems to imply that he, at the very least, trusts Reyna and Breach to work with VP to save Earth/not betray VP while dealing with the Omega threat--but he does not share the same assurance with Cypher. Does he know something about Cypher we don't to hold such strong sentiments?

I don't think he's the type to purposefully try and dig into someone's trauma--like dead family and such. I think he knows enough nuance to understand that's not something you share with anyone. I do think Sova is looking for something with more ramifications than that.

(Though, whether he knows he's looking for trauma or not is debatable. Perhaps he's thinking Cypher's hiding a deep dark secret about a past business deal or whatever and it turns out it's all just dead loved ones hiding in the closet. If that happens, I don't think Sova can make a friendship from that, much less recover a relationship as coworkers... invasion of privacy and for what? to re-traumatize a man and make him go through a second maybe third mid-life crisis?)

(somewhat related to the above speculation) This might take a while to build up, so bear with me.

Sova is the 6th the join the Protocol; he's joined fairly early. Considering how it was only him and Cypher who did investigative work before Fade, it seems likely that he would have been involved in checking the backgrounds of new agents--or at least, would be privy to the (whole or partial) results of Cypher's investigation of them. In any case, he would know enough about their history and motives for joining VP.

Similarly, it seems he's familiar enough with Viper's background and motives--he knows she wants revenge and that she used to be a scientist; he knows her tragic backstory well enough to hold sympathy for her. Whether he knows the details or not is unimportant; he knows enough to form an opinion.

Omen doesn't know his past, so there's nothing to dig up.

Sova seems close to Brimstone, and it seems he actively asks Brimstone to share more of his past--and Brimstone willingly does so.

However, Cypher is the only one who he has nothing on (presumably, we don't actually know if Sova's hunt for secrets actually yielded anything).

It could be that Sova doesn't actually extend trust to someone until he knows enough about them. Which I find kind of surprising, seeing how open and optimistic people write him and how friendly his voice lines are to his allies; you would think that he'd be all accepting, but this might actually establish him as a person who is a lot more strict in his conduct. He doesn't give chances until his conditions of honesty and transparency are met.

(on a somewhat related but also off-topic note, considering how Sova's went through multiple rifts--not just one, but rifts plural like who does that.... even if all of them led to omega earth and not some dangerous other dimension, omega earth is supposedly devastated by climate crisis and is uninhabitable in some areas to the point that its people have to live in geo-domes--and how excited he sounds when he says "come, into the unknown", maybe he's just a really nosy person and he can't help himself trying to tear open the pile of secrets wrapped in a trench coat that is Cypher. Cypher's just like, a special interest pet project to him)

#valorant #valorant sova #long post #sorry for the incoherent rant.... i haven't slept and it's 7 am but i kept thinking about him....#but honestly thinking about sova and going through rifts....#we see how much destruction the rift skye found caused.... and this blue bitch decides to walk through multiple of them????#and yoru even needs a mask to walk around in his rift dimension so???? that doesn't seem like a safe thing to do :////#it also seems he was living pretty snugly in russia but decided to drop all of that to join a war against another dimension #and also just gave up an eye... presumably /before/ omega valorant began their spike attacks....#so like. the destruction of whole cities and the world wasn't even on the table before he decided to cross out his eye #and then decided to get pretty sweet radianite tech implanted into his skull #there is something Wrong with him.#he either does not care about his body and life in the pursuit of grand ideals of virtue and honor #or he like the adrenaline rush. but is lowkey about it #i don't know yet if he's dealing with those issues normally or if he's feral about it. i'm going with the former #but i hope to god riot decides to up the ante and make him dysfunctional and weird about it #i think it would be funny if the one (1) relatively stable man in the vp was Bit of a Freak Actually #i might revisit this post and try to make it more coherent someday.... but not today.....

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reflectionsofneptune · 4 years

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Hey! I’m answering your 12 questions for Scorpio season. I’m a Scorpio sun and mercury with Sagittarius rising, moon, venus and mars if that helps

1) I feel like it depends. I’ve encountered people and our first conversation would hit off really well but later found out that I don’t really feel the chemistry anymore. My closest friend took a few conversations for me to take our friendship into consideration. Truthfully I wasn’t expecting to get so close but we align a lot with the same values. She’s the best!

2) I like to sleep in complete darkness and most of the time I keep the lights off in the house. seeing even a little bit of light seeping through the curtains first thing in the morning aggravates me lol.

3) I never celebrated my birthday. It was only until I turned 21 and employeed that I was able to do so. My family don’t celebrate special occasions so that might be a factor.

4) I would like to say pretty decent. I’m very sensitive to other people’s non-verbal cues and communication style. I know when someone isn’t being genuine with me or don’t have my best interest by how they talk. There was a coworker I found attractive and he would flatter me. He would call me sweet names and call me beautiful and made sure to talk to me everyday. But I noticed he never asked for my name (I had to tell him) which I thought was small yet odd. I decided to not further our relationship. I recently found out the mother of his child broke up with him not too long ago because he cheated on her. He was very handsome but I’m not interested in being someone’s placeholder.

5) As a concept yes lol. I can see why people do it, but I myself don’t have the talent to engage in one tho.

6) Confidence. Now when I mean by that, I mean someone who is comfortable in expressing their own identity without no inhibitions. Someone that understand their own limitations without seeing it as a weakness. Someone that see the world beyond themselves and extend that empathy towards others without gaining any benefits from it.

7) People can use it for incredibly good things and incredibly stupid things. I see no value or honor from it because I unfortunately see most of the latter. Ex: celebrities. I don’t stan any celebrities and I feel like we (regular civilians) influence the culture/ social media platforms much more than they do.

8) I like California rolls, Shrimp tempura, and poached salmon rolls. I never ventured beyond that.

9) They’re okay. Escalators and stairs tho??? omg I don’t understand why I’m so terrified of them. I can go on but I always have to make sure and look down so I don’t misstep. I never tripped but yet here I am.

10) It’s mandatory. I live in NYC and my parents were adamant about it growing up (respect thing). I like to look because it can negate someone from out right lying to my face. But I do respect other people wishes when I pick up that they’re getting nervous maintaining contact by toning it down.

11) Thankfully, I haven’t been led on before. I don’t have the heart to lead someone on either. I’m notorious on friend-zoning people when I know they like me and I can’t reciprocate their feelings. It’s easier to nip it because I hate being put in a uncomfortable position. I tried maintaining friendships to be nice but men still took it as an opportunity to try once again

12) I’m very open. I love listening to how people think and their passions. I loooove when someone speak in “colors” to me. So many people conform themselves to convential standards and never thought to question it. I like when people question the rules they live by.

ahhhh thank you so much!

if you don’t mind me asking, is Uranus prominent in your chart?

#answers from scorpio and eighth house placements

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0nthedecl1ne · 4 years

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Avengers Relationships

It’s bold to assume a tower full of trauma ridden, adrenaline filled, emotionally stunted super hero’s would have anything close to a vanilla s3ccs life.

They all crave comfort in I’m unhealthy ways and the entire Avengers team is intertwined in ways people don’t always expect

For example Natasha is always made out to have slept around with everyone, using her sex appeal as a power. While she does weaponize her sexuality for an advantage in combat, in real life Natasha is very selective. She’s doesn’t sleep around very often, and she’s quite picky in who she does choose to engage with. Despite what reporters and tabloid journalists speculated she didn’t sleep with any of the members of the Avengers until after the events of CACW. She did sleep with Hill, during her time working under Fury, though they didn’t develop any relationship past a casual friends with benefits stage, they occasionally still sleep together after a random annual work function. Natasha took a sincere liking to Sam after the events of CATWS but was slow to start anything due to Sam and Steve’s involvement in... whatever the hell they were up-to. Sam’s sincerity and unwavering kindness won Natasha over, and as she spent more and more time with him the relationship developed naturally by the time she began entertaining being involved with Steve, she realized she had fully fallen for Sam.

Sam honestly never though he’d get to meet the super heroes he grew up idolizing, let alone get to be a part of their personal lives. When Steve and Natasha showed up at his back door looking like coal miners Sam knew he was in for wayyy more than he bargained for. He and Steve formed the strongest bond, it happened on their search for Bucky, the close proximity and shared life experiences did nothing but fuel the sexual tension that finally broke one night in a janky Czech motel where they had to share a comically small bed. Their relationship blossomed naturally and was conventional until it extended to Natasha, she wasn’t constant in their lives, often away on missions or recon, and preferring to refer to her room as the “Spare room,” but she was always reliable. She always came back to wherever Sam and Steve were staying, and Steve always made sure to stay in a place with an extra room or bed for Natasha. Sam and Natasha’s relationship developed at an even slower pace than his and Steve’s but as she started coming back around more and more it was obvious she was a part of their lives. Even after experiencing the unexpected Sam was still blindsided by the development of Bucky Barnes. Sam doesn’t really know what he expected to think of Steve's brainwashed long lost love, but he never would have placed bets that he’d become hopelessly devoted to him. Luckily Sam’s nothing if not easy going, and he knew what he signed up for getting involved with Steve, it’s as unconventional as everything else they do but Sam loves his little team.

Steve has slept with WAYYYY more people than Tony wants everyone to believe. Including Tony himself. Steve doesn’t actually know if it was Tony who started the rumor that Steve was some pure abstaining virgin, but he’s shocked at how well it has caught on. Sure he’s awkward, but he’s socially 100 years behind! He doesn’t understand what about him screams virgin. He confronts Tony about it, which ends with them sleeping together. They continue the pattern of arguments and hookups until their toxic relationship inevitably melted down in CACW. Aside from Tony, Steve tried to exclusively hookup with random people he’d never see again in one night stands, but he did somehow mistakenly hooked up with Clint one night in a club. Steve thought for a moment it was intentional on Clint’s part, but they haven’t spoken about it since and Steve is not one to start a conversation he doesn’t want. Plus, after the events of CATWS Steve was hyper-fixated on recovering Bucky; although, in that time he developed his standing relationship with Sam. He was worried how it would influence their future relationship once they recovered Bucky, given their intimate history Steve confessed to Sam one night at the start of their search. His worries were assuaged after recovering Bucky, Sam only stood to make the relationship stronger, as did Natasha. The flow between their group was nothing Steve knew how to put in words. What they had worked, he loved each of them unconditionally and would protect them with his life.

Tony- has slept with exactly as many people as he’d have you expect. While he has a particular preference towards bossy blondes he won’t hesitate to engage with anyone who catches his interest. He’s quick to sleep around, and he’s also quick to love. Pepper, Bruce, and Rhodey have his heart; he would do anything for them and they know that. Underneath all the chaos that is the persona of Tony Stark, stands a man who loves unendingly. He’s exceedingly eccentric and it would blow the tabloid’s minds to learn the only Avenger he hasn’t slept with is Natasha.

It’s not that Bruce didn’t notice a lack of intimate relationships since the Other Guy came into his life, but he didn’t think it even remotely important compared to what he now had to deal with. He hadn’t realized he could learn to have relationships until Tony helped him realize he could still have relationships, even when his uncontrollable alter-ego is an indestructible weapon of mass destruction. Tony’s constant undying devotion and trust really helped Bruce change his life and he was hoping to get to a spot where maybe he could finally return one of Natasha’s advances when he found his time on Earth cut short. //Thor and Valkyrie love to try recount Valkyrie’s relationship with Hulk during his time on Sakaar to see Bruce how quickly Bruce will freak out// Hulk’s relationship with Valkyrie and Thor led Bruce to spend time with the two of them, their nostalgic relationship taking form while they rebuilt new Asgard and tried to keep Thor from falling apart after the events of ragnarok/IW. His relationship with them stayed strong even when he went back to Tony and his world of science.

Thor doesn’t quite understand the midgaurdian value in keeping track of who you do what specific activities with, but he’s happy to accept any invitation for those activities. The Asguardians are no strangers to pleasurable activities and Thor has tens of thousands of years, and entire galaxies of experiences. The concept of Alien is enough for Steve Natasha and Bruce to steer very clear, which Thor takes no offense to. He does find himself entangled multiple times in a private suite during one of the many annual work parties at the tower, some variation of Jane Darcy Tony Hill and Clint find themselves ending the night early, with too much champagne and otherworldly influences filling a private room more than a few times.

Following on trend with the rest of his life Clint’s love life is a spectacular mess. He admits he sleeps around, be it the lifestyle or to keep up appearances, but his heart belongs to his secret wife, and his secret family. The less obvious their existence, the safer they are, so Clint goes about his life without ever letting on to anyone but Natasha he’s a good honest family man. He actively tries not to sleep with his coworkers but you can’t be good at everything, Clint’s very good at sharp shooting, he’s not good at not sleeping with his coworkers. Technically he’s slept with 4-(Darcy and Jane don’t work with him)-but he slept with Tony Thor and Hill in the same crazy night after one of the insanely unprofessional work parties Tony throws every year so he counts the 3 of them as 1 mistake. Clint did accidentally sleep with Steve, which reignited his need to enforce his No Sex With Co-Workers rule. Not that Steve did anything wrong necessarily but the whole situation caused Clint to call Natasha to talk through the mini crisis he had. He insisted to Nat he at least had to change his codename from hawkeye, because no amount of booze or weed should have been able to keep him from recognizing Captain America until he was moaning into his mouth. He was made to feel better when he realized Steve hadn’t recognized him either until they got into the streetlights, and the night even continued to things Clint had genuinely fantasized about, but his crisis doubled down when he realized he couldn’t recognize Steve in the low light of the club because he wouldn’t recognize Captain America in any sketchy club in a bad neighborhood. He hadn’t just not recognized him for a few minutes of unobservant grinding, he had pegged him wrong the entire time they worked together. The perfect Catholic-Virgin-BoyScout illusion is shattered now that he can recognize Steve by the smell of sex and the memory of it. Even freakier is that Steve continues to wear khakis and collard shirts and indicate that nothing has changed. So Clint has very decidedly tried to stick to NOT sleeping with his co-workers.

Nick Fury knows all of this. Hill and Natasha have made it a running joke to keep him over informed on the intimate personal relationships of the team. His own relationship is secret from all of them, he assures them not to worry about it, his history is not important and they have to chance to become a part of it as he has a standing rule not to sleep with flight risks, which disqualifies all of them.

#Aveng3rs #Dr4bble #This ended up being so long #idc I stand by it #thanks for reading #stucky #sambucky #avengers fics #my own cannon #yes i know technically Sam's not really an avenger #leave it alone nerd

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parkersharthook · 5 years

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Twitter Interviews

Wanda & Reader friendship (slight Bucky Barnes x reader)

Warnings: adorable relationship between reader and wanda

2.5k+ words

You, an avenger, and Wanda sit down to answer some of twitter’s burning questions (and rope natasha into it at the end)

You smiled at the camera and waved slightly, “Hi I’m y/n y/l/n also known as Athena and I’m here with my great friend and coworker Wanda Maximoff aka Scarlet Witch.”

She smiled into the camera, “it was originally supposed to be us and Black Widow, but she didn’t want to do it sooo.”

You laughed slightly, “So we are here today with People Magazine to answer questions sent to them on twitter under the hashtag ‘asksuperwomen’.”

“so thousands of you guys have sent in questions about the team, us, our work, and really anything else you could think of. And we are here to answer them.”

Wanda danced slight in her chair, “I’m excited. Let’s get started.”

“So these aren’t in any particular order and we aren’t going to filter you guys however we do reserve the right to not answer anything we deem inappropriate. Oh by the way, we have Clint behind the camera reading these too us so sorry if he chooses the stupid ones.”

Wanda struggled to hide her laugh.

Why don’t you guys talk about your political beliefs.

You shrugged slightly, “well some of us are more open about our beliefs than others.” You coughed obnoxiously “—Steve Rogers—” Wanda giggled beside you, “wow… sorry guys must be coming down with something.” You laughed and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, “no in all seriousness. We, as a team, serve the people. And to keep us impartial and able to serve people without prejudice we choose not to get too political. This way we aren’t creating an even bigger divide in any nation or country. We value bringing people together, not separating them further.”

Wanda nodded, “that being said… we will stand up for what we believe in and we aren’t going to be push overs. We do vote, and we do have opinions, however we also believe that these opinions are our own personal things and we choose not to share all of them.”

Is having a tight uniform actually comfortable?

You rolled your eyes as you sipped at your iced coffee. Wanda just scoffed next to you. “Clint?”

That’s actually what was asked!

You just snorted slightly, “it’s a personal preference for anyone. Personally, I do enjoy a tighter uniform and mine is pretty comfortable, so it just feels like a second skin.”

Wanda nodded, “yeah it’s actually pretty efficient. It doesn’t get caught on anything that much and if you make it out of the right material then it has enough given so you can do really anything.”

You gestured to the camera slightly, “I mean look at a lot of athletes that do a lot of acrobatics or any of the guys on the team. I mean gymnasts, dancers –girls and boys—and performers all wear tight clothes.”

Wanda pressed forward, “And if you look at any of the guys on the team outside of Tony, all of their uniforms are pretty tight too. I mean I’ve seen Steve’s ass trending on twitter plenty of times.” You laughed heavily.

Why do some heroines wear their hair down when fighting?

Wanda shrugged again, “personal preference really. Depends on the day for me. If I do wear a ponytail, I want it to be tight, so I don’t have to worry about it again but sometimes that gives me a headache, so I’ll wear it down. And if you do a loose ponytail or up do then it might come undone and there was no point in doing it in the first place.”

You nodded and took another sip, “yeah. For me personally I only wear my hair up, so I’m used to it. And I just don’t do my ponytails that tight, but I’ll braid my ponytail as well to keep it up.”

Wanda snapped her fingers, “you know what. Bad guys also really love to grab your ponytail when fighting.”

You nodded heavily, “that is true. Sometimes it’s strategic to wear your hair down because it’s harder to get a hold of it.”

“also if you’re undercover. Someone isn’t going to show up to a gala or fancy party in a braided ponytail or sloppy bun.”

Do you ever wish that you weren’t a superhero?

“No.” Wanda’s answer came immediately and confident.

You leveled your head slightly. Wanda looked to you with a brow raised, “would you like to build on that y/n?”

“I mean I love the team and I love what I do. It’s very rewarding helping people however I’ve come home with so many injuries and I’ve gotten so many concussions that sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it.” You sighed slightly, “But I know that there’s nothing else I would want to do so I’m not gonna stop anytime soon.” You looked to Wanda, “No? You’re 100% sure about always being a superhero?”

Wanda nodded with a small smile, “I owe everything to you guys and I would not be here today without you guys. And I want to be that for someone else. I want to be someone’s inspiration that makes them want to help the world. I want to pass that on.” She looked to Clint behind the camera with a fond smile, “so yeah. 100% positive that I want to be a superhero.”

Do you guys hang out together outside of missions and fighting?

You wanted to laugh at that question. You shook your head with a sly smile, “of course we don’t hang out together! We hate each other!” Your obnoxious tone and dramatic gestures made Wanda laugh.

She shook her head, “we love each other. We are like a family.”

You nodded along with her, “I’m about to say something that might break the internet so get ready… we have team movie nights.” Wanda snorted. You continued, “yep. We all get together on off nights and hang out watching movies. There’s popcorn and candy and alcohol and pajamas. It’s adorable really.”

Wanda rolled her eyes and looked to Clint expectantly, “next one please.”

How are y’all’s relationships going? I promise this is what it says… I stan y/n and Bucky + Wanda and vision! I love love!!

You and Wanda laugh and smiled at the camera. Wanda went first, “well thank you for loving love, if only there were more people like you. Me and Vision are good. Recently celebrated our two year anniversary, actually.”

You looked at your friend, “that’s right you did! What did y’all do?”

Wanda smiled and blushed slightly, “we went out to dinner together and then Vision took me to Disney World over the weekend because I’ve never been.”

You smiled at her, “that is so adorable.”

Wanda looked to you with a sly smile, “What about you and Bucky? How are you guys?”

You rolled your eyes at her, “we are great. He’s currently on an extended mission with classified doing classified in classified.” You winked at the camera, “so I have not been able to talk to him for the past week which is slightly upsetting but I’m excited for him to come home.”

Do either of your boyfriend’s do weird things that drive you crazy?

You leaned forward towards the camera with an incredulous expression, “are you kidding me? They’re guys! Of course they do weird things that annoy us!”

Wanda threw her head back in laughter before shaking her head slightly, “no Vision is a really great boyfriend.”

“oh come on? Nothing?! I have a whole list for Bucky.” Wanda laughed again before shaking her head again.

“no not really. I mean, he’s still learning about some things but it’s never annoying.” Wanda looked to you, “why don’t we hear from this list, huh?”

You shrugged, “yeah sure. So he gets super insecure which is crazy because have you seen him? But he also overthinks things a lot and gets into his own head which is annoying because he is literally never in the wrong and has nothing to worry about.” You looked up to the ceiling in thought. “um… oh he also walks around looking like he does which really isn’t fair because he’s like a god on earth.”

“you mean Thor?”

You laughed and nodded, “yeah like Thor.”

What’s your favorite fast food chain?

“McDonald’s.” Your answer came out so fast, it was kind of amazing. “never mess with a classic.”

“I don’t really know. I don’t eat that much fast food, I prefer cooking. But I guess… what’s that one pizza place we always order from?”

“Mario’s?”

“yeah, Mario’s is pretty good.”

You leveled your head slightly, “Yeah but that’s not really fast food. It’s just one restaurant owned by a family… not really a chain.”

Wanda shrugged, “I don’t care. It’s good and I’m counting it.”

“I still say McDonald’s. Getting their fries after a long battle is literally my version of crack cocaine. Plus, their ice cream is actually so good I can’t.”

They are doing the most with their all day breakfast.

You pointed off camera, “Clint gets it.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, “children. I am surrounded by children.”

You smiled, “you’re not wrong. I do order their happy meals much too often.”

What would you’re perfect Saturday look like?

You sighed dreamily, “man I wish I could have a perfect Saturday.”

Wanda nodded, “you and me both.”

You crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair slightly. “I think my perfect Saturday would start with me sleeping in. I would wake up on my own, no mission alert, no alarm clock. Just my body naturally waking up. I could be lazy for a while around the tower. Hang out with you guys and Bucky. Maybe read a book. Then at night I would get all dressed up and you, me, Nat, Maria, pepper, maybe Sharon could all go out together. Have a girl’s night, then I could come home and have a nice relaxing bath and maybe Bucky would give me a massage or something.”

Wanda sighed, “that does sound nice.”

“What about you.”

“very similar. I think the only other thing is that I would wake up and be beach side. It’s been so long since I’ve had a beach vacation, that would be so nice to just take in the sun and have no worries and relax on the sand. But yeah… definitely sleep in, definitely have some girl time. And getting Vision to give me a massage does sound lovely.”

Okay last question… any books that you’ve read recently that you can recommend.

You nodded happily, “oh yeah! I’ve been super active with my reading lately. But it’s all poetry, so if that’s not your cup of tea… But I just re-read milk and honey by Rupi Kaur. I honestly don’t think I could tell you how many times I’ve read that, but it is so good. 10/10 highly recommend.”

Wanda nodded, “actually I’ve been catching up on a lot of the books that are considered classics that are assigned to you guys in school because I never got a chance to read them. So To Kill a Mockingbird, Romeo and Juliet, The Catcher in the Rye, The Great Gatsby, Beowulf. Those are all really good but I’m sure you’ve read those. However I did read one book that I don’t think is too well known that I really enjoyed. Darn what was it called… oh it was Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger.”

You smiled to the camera, ready to sign off when Natasha walked into the room. A shit eating grin spread across your face as you looked to the camera. “So to everyone that has been watching and will watch this later, this has been a live broadcasting as you know and guess what just happened? The Black Widow just walked in.” You looked up to Natasha to see her rolling her eyes, “Oh come on Nat… just one question.”

Wanda nodded eagerly, “Yeah come on, give the people what they want!”

“there’s nowhere to sit.” Natasha was still behind the camera, but her voice came across the microphone loud and clear. Clint’s twitter was instantly blowing up with new questions for her.

You hopped off your chair and jumped into Wanda’s lap. You gestured to the now open seat. “there. Now come join us!” you wrapped your arm around Wanda’s shoulder as hers circled your waist. Natasha groaned slightly before adjusting her jeans and walking into frame, carefully sitting on the chair.

She gave the two of you a stern look, “one question.” She crossed her legs professionally as she looked to Clint expectantly.

Clint just smiled.

I have the perfect question. “oh no” Are you and Captain Rogers dating?

Natasha rolled her eyes, “it does not say that.” Clint turned the phone around to show her the tweet. She squinted her eyes slightly to read it before pursing her lips. She looked into the camera, “I don’t really think that’s anyone’s business. Whether we are dating or not I can promise the public that our work done in the field will not be compromised.”

You laughed slightly as you leaned against Wanda’s chair’s arm. “oh come on Natasha…” you teased her causing her to smile softly, “just give the people an answer.”

She looked to you with narrowed eyes and tucked her red hair behind her ear, “How about instead I ask the public a question of my own. Does your view of me change depending on whether or not I’m dating Captain Rogers?” She smirked at the camera and raised a brow in a silent challenge.

Wanda laughed as she shook her head. You just looked to the camera, “How about this… if this video gets to 75 million views… we’ll make another with just Natasha.”

She looked to you surprised, “only 75 million views? That many people would watch you dancing. How about 200 million?”

“150?”

“200.”

“175?”

“200.”

You sighed and dropped your head dramatically, “fine.” You looked at the camera, “you guys know what to do.”

Wanda clapped her hands once, “okay that’s the end of the video. Thank you people magazine for having us! And thank you to everyone who watched and sent in questions. We love you all!”

“Athena signing off!” You saluted obnoxiously causing both Wanda and Natasha to laugh as the screen faded to black.

~.~

“Natasha…” you sang slightly as you slid into the room on socks. “Guess what video has over 200 million views and is trending on twitter and YouTube!”

She turned away from her conversation with Steve and looked at you, “seriously? What’s the view count right now?”

“263 million.”

Steve whistled slightly. He smirked, “guess the public really does what to know who the black widow is.”

She glared at Steve for a moment, “shut up.”

You bit your lip and giggled, already getting the questions prepared.

~.~

“do I really annoy you when I get insecure?” Bucky’s strong arms tightened around you, pulling your body closer to his.

You stretched onto your toes to press a kiss to his lips. “only because I wish you knew how amazing and perfect you are.”

Bucky smiled against your lips as he kissed you again. “I’m not the perfect one here doll, you are.”

You giggled slightly, “I love you.”

“right back at ya.”

~.~

let me know if you would like the pt. 2 with just black widow or another fic similar to this one

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an-nekopf · 6 years

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Titular: "A love behind the curtain."

Categorize: Love, Drama, Hurt/Comfort. Fandom: Batman, DC Comic's. Thematic: AU, yaoi Relationships: [Jason Todd/Timothy Drake] Resumes: «The life of Jason was full of ups and downs, but something inside of your destination gave him a little push so you can follow in your life and learn how to return to their work, and that push has a pair of beautiful blue eyes.» Life was never easy for Jason, from birth in a home with few economic opportunities, go to public schools, suffer the constant abuse of his alcoholic father, seeing her mother as was oppressed by this and drug was injected into his veins to forget the bad life that took, hunger and lack of affection; and nothing was settled when the greatest decided to leave her abusive family in order to be able to go out by himself forward and have a better life, it was difficult to leave behind his mother but she was reluctant to leave her abusive father and less drugs and If Jason would just lay two possible futures fall as their parents Or Die and was not willing to none of these two. He lived for a time in the street, sleeping in some park benches or in an alley or abandoned house, all I had was a backpack with a few changes of clothes, their notebooks and pencils - I was getting when his companions who didn't care about the value of objects that threw on a daily basis on the floor of his school-, the food could get robandola or digging in the trash cans, while money the stole from the pockets of unsuspecting passers-by in the middle of the full metro, buses or during walking on the sidewalks. It was nothing that prided himself but he had to survive as it were and if it meant doing small things Vandálicas would do them. How came to study at a university and get a small job in a theater in Gotham? It was pure luck, maybe a little pity of a millionaire, or better said the so-called Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne, the owner of nearly half a city. The businessman decided not only to give the possibility to continue studying what he liked, but also a small department and check with money, Jason at the time wanted to refuse to accept that believing that it was only a gesture of charity devoid of real feelings but at the insistence of the man as the threat that could be taken to a juvenile offenders by their petty theft, that was what forced him to accept everything except a proposal for work or monthly checks of money, because Jason did not want to depend on anyone and after that day man will not be returned to cross your path, although swore he could see the man walk in the corridors Of their ancient university or at the theater where he worked half time. Life went on and became independent, paying your bills and other things by his own hand, still retained some of the money that check as their last resort if it ended without jobs and cost return to get another one. Throughout their employment as one of the theater artists liked it a lot but unfortunately little by little became monotonous and boring, until I had no inspiration nor an emotion that because give life, not because the fame had consumed him but did not have papers from third parties or until reaching the replacement until it was sent to work with the stagehands, and just the day that he was going to present his resignation, the same day that the theater toward auditions to accept new members saw him. His voice was as beautiful as a songbird, white skin and fragile that swore had to be in a porcelain doll, eyes that flashed which sapphires and their texture that could be mistaken for a girl or dancer for being so fine and delicate. A beautiful muse, one that Jason questioned if under the same sky to inspire you to continue your dream, and the letter with his resignation was in his pocket as a promise to give another chance in this world of theater. -I hate him...-group Jason watching out of the corner of his eye from afar, while working sadly with one of the stagehands painting something part of the scenography. His sight was greenish on the actors or more specifically in their small musa, who was practicing their lines with another partner. He hated to see too close to his little birdie that boy, also new in the theater group and which, like the little bird had taken off quickly his career, but there was nothing he could do because Jason was nothing more than a coworker of both boys and he hated not being able or if you want to have the courage to open up and talk to the small boy by the name of Timothy Drake. Although he had a reason and that was that the same Jason disparaged, for his past, and his life and personality, instead his little bird had a gratifying future waiting not only for having been born in the cradle of gold but because the same guy was charismatic and attracted people. -Ok people, it is time to go home and rest, because tomorrow morning we have our function. I want to see them well rested and fed!-Notification The principal by stopping the practice, and sending to all the actors of the theater to house even though for Jason was not such notice as it did not meet with any important role. I could see in the distance between the movement of people taking their things to leave as Timothy spoke happily with the boy Kent, I knew it wasn't anything about the work, nor much less than that, as it was a slap in the face of mind that he was nothing for the boy so well similar to or with a job more profitable because if being sincere Jason did not receive good pay of this work of the theater and much less of bartender or waiter in a bar and restaurant which is near your apartment complex. Jason he turned into the theater two hours more with your bad mood, only said goodbye to some fellow stagehands and was walking down the sidewalk, heading to his solitary home, the cold air that warned that at any moment a storm would fall by the city was cutting across his face until this was accompanied in some small drops of rain its concern over run to take refuge not arrived, he was a few blocks to reach your destination as well that he saw no sense the paste some kind of flu, but as he heard a kitten meow and when searching with his eyes found that the sound came from a sewer. Jason was not layers of ignoring a poor little animal in trouble and least one without a home so he ran up to the sewerage and opened it, but their view could not focus where it was the small and terror that rain water will cause the small outside dragged more within the ducts of the sewers that would mean certain death. -Damn, just the day my damn cell phone was lost-growled annoyed trying to focus his sight to where breeding that came the a present, but he couldn't get off to the sewer without being sure that it would crush the little feline. In that a white light lit up leaving the view inside the place, Jason turned to look at her right side where it came from that streak of light was met with the face of your little robin, which was covering them with a parasol while his other hand shone within the sewer with help from your cell phone. There were no words because there was no time to lose at that moment listening to the raindrops resounded a bit more on the pavement, Jason without fear into the drainage while Tim will step up your phone to shine inside the tunnels of the site, a present they led him to find in that site a kitten a couple of months of life wet, trembling and asking for help. -Come here little-taking at the minino between his arms sought by the site if there was more felines, but sadly there was nothing more. Jason began to walk back to the entrance of the sewerage feeling as water went from her ankles to the calves- ¡Timothy!-name is Jason while extended to this the small feline, the aforementioned took it without caring about the ugly that smelled by the stagnant water of the site. To be safe the animal Jason rose more quiet until arriving to the surface and block the site. -¿We took it to a veterinarian?-asked the child while apegaba the cat against his body trying to Drake some heat. The largest rose up to take the feline and return the phone to the other, while he thought about whether or not to do so. -It will not be necessary, now you need to do is come into heat-Jason said as he closed his jacket and left within the cat leaving that will warm and prevent the cold or rain touched, Tim followed by covering with the umbrella but the storm around her began to become more violent and Jason found the possibility of a move- ¿Do you want to come to my apartment? Because it will be good to go only under this such a hostile climate-asked without hesitation and trying to be sure of himself. -¿You have to offer coffee?-replied with another asked with a nervous smile, while her two hands clung as he could to the umbrella because the wind dear snatch it away, but this stopped moving when the hand of Jason helped him to hold it in place and gave a nod of his head. They both walked as quickly as possible until the department of the largest, feeling how the water soaking his clothes because of the wind hitting all of Gotham City. When you get to the warm secure site, Jason focused to go dry clothes and a couple of towels how to dry the poor kitty, who to be more comfortable and without water bothering him in the body began to explore the site with curious eyes and adventurers, the largest le came to Tim dry clothing to stop yours in the dryer and at the same time available to the bathroom to change with more privacy while Jason was in his room. A little bit of hot coffee began to prepare in the coffee maker while a small pot warmed some milk for the little kitten take, Jason had gone first to change from dry and walked with a pair of pants and a loose shirt all over the kitchen because i was looking for something that heat for your dinner improvised and perhaps offer some of this to his guest, finding a little chicken with peas and gravy and stuck it in the microwave to calentase. -This, ¿Jason?-called with something of insecurity Tim toward the name of his theater as I came to the kitchen, in their hands bring the wet clothes to go to the laundry room to dry it. Jason turned to see him, to find that the child only used his long sleeve shirt that seemed to fit snugly, which dress- ¿Where is the dryer?-gave a smile more nervous and with a slight crimson was in her cheeks, looking more beautiful. -Is here in the next hallway-pointing to the site that was a small hallway that connected the kitchen with cleaning and washing, Tim thanked him and walked to the site leaving the perfect view of the higher the thin and naked boy's legs and make water to the mouth of desire. Jason took his focus returned to the stove where the fire to test the milk finding it warm and perfect for the tiny kitten hungry the take, you searched for a small plastic bowl where you placed the milk and went to look at the feline that was happily sleeping on the couch in the living room thing that he raised more questions about how he got there being so small the kitten, part of the site and left him near the bowl to eat. The food was ready and was Tim who pulled her closer, just a few minutes became the largest to begin to distribute food in two dishes leaving more chicken to the minor by want this start as he took out two cups for Tim to undertake menial the hot coffee each and went to sit at the table to eat quietly, until he reached the cats meowing and asking for attention of Jason or Tim. The rain did not cease at any time during the night but that was intensified and the largest convinced him to Tim to stay overnight in your department, and that tomorrow morning you can go more relaxed, although at the time to go to bed started the fights that were started because Jason gave him his room and was going to go to sleep on the couch of your apartment but Tim refused to accept what happened as well for several minutes until Jason seriously took the decision that both sleep in the same bed and each person on your side and Tim do not refuted and ended up accepting him. The next day all ran normally, Tim got up much earlier than Jason was fixed and he went on from there running in the direction of the theater by the work not before leaving the greater a breakfast ready and capped at the dining room table as took the liberty of feeding the kitten, that after seeing the robin from went to the fourth of its owner and how it could be climbed into bed and fell asleep on top of the chest of the greater. When Jason awoke something inside his chest shrugged to see that it was Tim at his side but that changed when he got up and went to see to the dining room and found there on top of the table stored food for your person, and for a moment he thought to go to work to see his small acting but did not have the courage to see the kiss of the work so you better be prepared, ate and went to work The days after Jason's relationship with Tim aside from colleagues to be known and a little to friends, there were a couple of times that the minor approached him to ask him for help with their Dialogs or help you to paint the Scenographies taking small fun where there were small fights of painting, where the director himself had that nagging to desperdiciasen painting in their shenanigans of children. You must when both were going to the department of another to watch movies or help you rehearse the minor, although always to those visits was the tiny kitten - which after a well-deserved bathroom Jason discovered that this was white with a nice black spot on one of his eyes. The life you may is shown that perhaps was not born to be an actor but in that way he found his small Robinson and if you have to become stagehand will allow you to spend more time with this, accept that post already without fighting or temper tantrums because he began to take affection the dedicate themselves more to the decoration of those scenarios and make the public to enchant you with the dedication they give, and Tim to arrive at his side to offer a helping hand. Perhaps next time Jason asked eating out on a date, and who knows, maybe Tim accept one, two, up to three casual dating between the two and if the destination is on your side perhaps that friendship becomes something more.

#batman #oneshort #jaytim #jasontodd #timdrake #au #cute #yaoi

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mosrael · 6 years

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Like...I’m frustrated in my job, like really extremely frustrated, but I love the kids I work with, I love the people on my team at my site, and I love the families that we work so hard for. These people make such a frustrating job really worthwhile...Working with kids is batshit bananas every single day, but somehow, despite all the weirdness, kid drama, and absolute inability to spell or multiply, they really grow on you...

Like, getting little notes from them and listening to their weird little stories...they feel like small things but the fact that they trust and like me enough to want to share those things with me is really heartwarming.

OK GUYS, WARNING THIS IS A REALLY LONG POST I AM SO SORRY - I HAD WAY MORE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS THAN I THOUGHT I DID, PHEW...

Yesterday I was at a doctors appointment for the first part of program so my boss covered for me till I got back and she could leave. When I got back, I just barely peeped my head in the door they LITERALLY screamed and ran and mobbed me at the door and nearly knocked me over trying to give me hugs and to tell me whatever crazy stories they had of things that had happened in the WHOLE two hours that I was gone, hahaha! And yes, it was chaotic, but it was just so sweet and heartwarming, I just....these students are my kIDS, MAN, MY KIDS. They did the same thing today when I left for like 20 minutes to go get more icing for their gingerbread houses and it just blows my mind every single time. This one little girl who ALWAYS has an attitude told me she’d miss me over break like five or six times before she left today, and gave me a bunch of hugs and kept waving as she walked out the door, and there are kids that do that every day, but this time with her, it was just kind of...a strange moment? because i could tell how much she was growing as a person, becoming more positive and confident and open and slower to catch an attitude like she was forever doing when i first started. I get the same warm fuzzies when they come to program all excited and out of breath waving around a crumply piece of paper that turns out to be a quiz or a test that they did so well on that they ad to RUN to program to show me. It’s nice to see them succeed, and be happy and proud of themselves, it’s just a really promising thing to see, and I can’t exactly explain it. Over the summer the kids who walked from a bus stop to program would bring me flowers (pretty sure they “found” them in someone’s garden so I had to shut that down hella fast but STILL). They tell new poop jokes literally every day like it’s the best shit on the planet (see what I did there HAH). I guess it’s refreshing that kids can be so...upfront and weird and honest... its endearing! lol they’re the weirdest little gremlins, but hey we’re a team of gremlins and i’m the gremlin queen so i guess i’m gonna lead these gremlin troops to their glory if it is the last thing i do lol.

I mean, there are just so many examples I could give and I have only worked here for a couple years....I can’t even imagine the weird, ridiculous, great and awful things that teachers that have been in the line of work for DECADES have seen. Jfc...

Like, interacting with kids so much though, and spending more time in the teacher role rather than a student role in a school environment, I really find myself wondering what is the norm, or even if there is one. Sucks that I can really only speak to my own experience and that’s all I can go by, especially because even my own memories of my own experiences aren’t entirely reliable. I definitely know that I don’t remember being like these kids are when I was a kid? Affectionate with teachers, or attached to them, I mean, specifically, because of course there’s a ton of similarity I can see in them compared to the way I was coming up, in some things here and there. But I’d never go out of my way to hang around a teacher, or to like...draw them a picture or write them a letter, or tell them a joke or ask to sit next to them on the bus rides to field trips and stuff. That’s where the greatest difference is, at least comparing to my own experience in school. I had a couple teachers that sort of inspired me, but I didn’t have casual conversations with them, and I didn’t like...want them to play tag or four square or anything with my friends and I, and I didn’t try and show them funny jokes or tell them what was going on in my little weird kid life. But the kids I work with do all those things. I know that there are probably loads of reasons why this is the case, and that it’s unrealistic for me to try and pinpoint what causes that kind of difference, especially since when it comes down to it all these kids are individuals and can’t be expected to behave like I did, or like my friends did at their age, because every individual’s experience is just that...individual. But I find myself wondering at the reasons why they are the way they are regardless. Maybe it’s different because really, I’m not a teacher, since this is a nonprofit after school program, no matter how closely integrated we are with the area schools. I guess in a way, that makes it easier to connect with families in a more personal way, but still...I know that’s probably a piece of it, but it isn’t the reason. I can’t imagine an entire group of 8 year olds would base their behaviors towards someone they consider a teacher on what exactly the status of the program is, especially when they have slime to make and fidget spinners and beyblades to trade and break and lose and argue about. There have got to be a lot of reasons, and no matter how much I know in my head that it’s unrealistic of me to try and pin down all the exact reasons, and that there’s really no point or value to trying to track them down, I still find myself heading down this train of thought pretty frequently. Not as frequently as I think about how shitty Ella from Ella Enchanted’s life would be if she lived in our society, but still pretty frequently nonetheless. I mean, some of these kids are like “Bye Gabby love you!” when they leave, even if I scolded them earlier that same day and dealt with the subsequent attitude that scolding a kid inevitably gets you sometimes. They’re always giving me hugs and trying to sit in my office with me and to organize my office (but NEVER the library or their own cubbies, that would be TOO MUCH TO ASK) or asking to try what I’m eating, or how my sister and her chinchilla are doing, or trying to make me try some food or other they brought me, or trying to force feed me broccoli because they know I hate it and they think that’s HILARIOUS, or telling me that we HAVE to get the class fish a gift for christmas and that his last name is the same as my last name and ew I’m married to the class fish and the list just goes on and on and on....Their candor extends to their families too, truthfully. The families for the most part are really warm and welcoming and kind, too...The parents bring me meals sometimes and even invite me and the team at my site to their get togethers...

I guess it just really surprises me how welcoming and open the people and kids I work with are. i don’t remember where i was going with this. I have been really irritated with my job lately, to the point where I’m really very seriously considering packing up and moving away to try something new elsewhere. It’s just....working with the kids and the great people on my team at my site really mean a lot to me, and I don’t want to leave them behind like that because we’re a team and the kids and families are a part of that...I don’t know. I’m just really torn. It’s absolutely no doubt that my job is fun sometimes, I mean, literally every day I’m positive that I hear at least one sentence from a kid or a coworker that is so strange that I’m POSITIVE I will never hear it again in my life. And in what other line of work could I experience the excitement and terror of organizing and attending an ice skating field trip with 80 8 - 12 year olds, and hoping and praying that no one gets a finger chopped off by a wayward skate on a kids foot? Where else would I be able to experience falling hard on my butt on the ice and having a bunch of kids try and help you get up just to slip and fall themselves while also trying to stop you laughing co-teachers from taking photos of the admittedly hilarious scenario? Is there another line of work where it’s an entirely reasonable occurance to turn around and see a pair of little kid legs sticking out from beneath your desk, telling him to come out from under there, and having him tell you he can’t because it’s his cucaracha cave and he’s just a cucaracha living in his cucaracha house? It’s really bananas, the whole thing is exhausting and exhilarating and fun and messy and frustrating and annoying but lovable and worthwhile, and I just have to remember all that when all the long hours, frustrating pay, and other awful things that dredge up all my anxieties and fears and concerns happen. It’s literally just like...a rollercoaster of terror. It’s exciting and terrifying at the same time, it’s great and it’s also literally killing me, sometimes moreso than others. It’s fun and the kids and families are sweet and my team and site are fabulous and the work we’re doing is always undoubtedly worthwhile, so for now at least, that’s enough to keep me invested for now, I guess. The people who make it worthwhile really do a great job at making it that way. I appreciate them a lot, honestly. My team does so much and I appreciate them like crazy, and my desire to make sure that I’m helping them as much as they help me outweighs my desire to branch out wholeheartedly to find something better because that would mean more work for them and they don’t deserve that, because they’ve been nothing but great. the kids don’t deserve that either, they’ve already had a lot of teachers and coordinators come and go every single year and they’ll feel abandoned and hurt, and that seeps into the families and breeds just...some really bad feelings that the kids don’t deserve and I don’t want to do anything that would cause any of them to even begin to wonder if it’s something that they did that made me leave, or if it’s something about them that makes people come and go so frequently, because that’s absolutely false. i don’t want to risk anything that would jeopardize all the hard work that the kids and the whole team has put into building their confidence in themselves along with their academics. And besides, I’d miss my team and I’d definitely miss the kids....

I don’t really know why I started going into all this, but I’m slowly getting the impression that I’m maybe trying to give myself some pros and cons so that I can have something to reference when I inevitably have to make a real decision about where I’m going to take this whole career thing. I didn’t plan to be where I am now, but now that I’m here, I’m invested and I really do need to think carefully about any moves I make since it’s impossible to ignore the fact that it’ll affect a lot of people, and people I care about and am actively working to build up at that. I think I just...needed to have all of this out in some kind of haphazard organized form and out of my cloudy excuse for a brain where all these things were just kind of frantically flailing around in little half-thoughts. and now I can’t find the read more button thing so it’s just gonna be this long annoying text post on your dash UPDATE: I FOUND THE READ MORE THING! phew, one problem solved at least! That’s the first time I have ever solved a problem, I think--anyways, i honestly would not fault someone for totally ignoring because WOW this got real long real fast...

if you did read this, thanks. C: it feels good to know that someone out there knows what I’m worrying about and is maybe expending a little bit of energy just thinking about the same thing I’m thinking about. just the possibility of that sort of makes me feel a little bit less alone in this situation. let me know what you think if you feel so inclined! I’ve gotta make a decision here and I know that I don’t really have time to just fool around and pretend that this doesn’t exist...I can’t afford to fuck around and be careless here when there are people I honestly care about (I KNOW! I hate admitting that I CARE about people. gross lol) involved. ugh. balance, what even is that? sounds like fake news, i don’t believe it exists.

uh....anyway, i guess this is the end. i’m sitting here typing away like i don’t have to be an adult and get my car inspected before taking a 3 hour road trip tomorrow. i should be responsible and go to sleep but whatever i’ve done enough responsible things for the day so getting to bed in a timely manner can wait for another day. baby steps, fam, baby steps

#besides im not done shitposting for the evening so i can't go to bed yet #thats an important and un-ignorable responsibility of mine #possibly my very top priority #at least i figured out the read more thing #damn it really has been awhile since i used that

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myriadimagines · 7 years

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I Think Joining The KGB Is A Far More Interesting Story

The Man From U.N.C.L.E. One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Illya Kuryakin + Napoleon Solo & Gaby Teller

Warnings: theft

Request: “Oneshot request: Illya x female reader I wondering if you could do an extended imagine about the art theif x illya and how they met” - anonymous

Word Count: 2,123

A/N: related gif imagine is here [x], hope you like it !

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“It’s a beautiful piece, isn’t it?” a man suddenly appeared by your side, slipping an arm around your waist. Your first instinct was to swat his arm away, but you resisted it. You turned and gave him a dazzling smile, playing along.

“Gorgeous.” you agreed, and the man laughed. You were at an expensive art exhibition in Russia, and you had your eye on at least three pieces. You already had a plan formulated in your head. You were going to steal the two smaller pieces in a few moments, and for the larger piece, you were going to wait until the exhibition was closed to take it. Smoothing the skirt of your dress out, you turned back to the man.

“Excuse me, I think I see my sister over there.” you said politely, vaguely gesturing to the next room. You quickly slipped out of the man’s arms before he could protest, and strutted down the hallway and rounded the corner. You suppressed a smile as you began to formulate a plan in your head.

Your brother, Napoleon, had been a thief for as long as you can remember, and he passed on a lot of his tips to you. But now, your brother had someone gotten himself involved with the CIA, while you continued in the theft business. Napoleon stole whatever he pleased, but you were a much more focused thief. Focused on art, specifically. You stole pieces from all over the world and either sold them on the black market or collected them in the basement of your secret home. And now, you were in Russia.

Your finger hovered over the fire alarm, and you looked over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching. Biting back a smile, you pulled the lever.

You impatiently watched from the back of the van for Illya and your brother to appear, along with a woman called Gaby Teller who had been recruited for the team. You were now in Rome, waiting to join the three others in their mission to stop Nazi sympathizers from making a nuclear weapon. You would’ve joined them earlier, but you had other missions to finish up. You were now working for the KGB, alongside Illya, and the two of you were often assigned missions together.

“They should be here by now.” you grumbled, and your coworker from the front seat laughed.

“Patience, young lady.” he chuckled as he peered out the window. “They will be here.”

From what Illya had told you before he had boarded the plane for Rome, him and your brother had gotten into a huge fight before they realized they had to work together.

“Typical.” you snorted, balancing the phone between your shoulder and your cheek as you packed your bag. “I hope you didn’t hurt him too bad. He is still my brother, after all.”

“If he wasn’t your brother, I would’ve hurt him worse.” Illya responded. Smiling to yourself when you recalled the conversation, you looked out of the window to see Illya strolling down the steps, his arms linked with some woman. You stiffened, and you coworker snickered.

“Calm down,” he said, judging your expression from the rearview mirror. “Your boyfriend isn’t cheating on you. That’s Gaby Teller.”

“It better be.” you snapped, but you relaxed. Your coworker handed you a headset, his eyebrows raised.

“Wanna hear their conversation?” he asked, a grin on his face. “Napoleon should arrive any minute.”

You put on the headset, and the both of you laughed as you listened to Illya try and make up some stories about architecture and the stairs. Your chuckled at Gaby’s responses, liking her more and more as the conversation progressed. Napoleon suddenly pulled up on a scooter, and you handed your headset back to your coworker.

“That’s my cue.” you said, pulling open the car door and confidently strolling out. You strolled towards the crew, people rushing past you without giving you a second glance.

The exhibition was engulfed in panic as people began to hurry towards the exit, the sounds of the fire alarm blaring in every room. You calmly worked your way through the crowd, slipping into the room where the first art piece was displayed. You looked up at the first security camera, which was in the left corner of the room, and angled your face away so the camera could not see you. You watched as a large family rushed in your direction, and waited for them to be in front of you to take down the artwork, carefully slipping it into a large bag you were carrying. By the time the family had passed, you were walking besides them, the first art piece already taken.

You headed for the next room, eyeing up a bust which was on display at the opposite end of the room. The room was mostly empty now, which was going to be a bit of a problem. You slowly looked over your shoulder at the security camera behind you, which rotated around the room. If you timed it correctly, you would be able to would be able to snatch the bust before the camera panned across the room.

As the camera turned away, you rushed across the room. Right when you were about to take the bust, a guard appeared.

“Excuse me, miss,” the guard said, his eyes wide as he stood between you and the bust. “We’re evacuating the museum. The fire alarm went off.”

“Of course.” you said hurriedly, glancing over your shoulder to see the camera pan over the room. 5 more seconds, and you would be out of the camera’s view. You had to think fast. “I’ll, uh-”

You took a step forward and tripped on your long skirt, and the guard reached forward to catch you. Behind his back, you knocked the bust over into your bag, breathing out a quick sigh. Straightening yourself, you gave the guard a sheepish smile.

“Still trying to get a hang of walking in a long dress!” you laughed airily, and the guard smiled. Before he could say anything else, you quickly thanked him and scuttled out of the room. You squeezed your hand into a fist, waiting for him to notice the missing bust and call out, but there was nothing. Smiling triumphantly to yourself, you exited the exhibition, already formulating how you would steal the next piece.

“Hi!” you called out, and the three of them turned to look at you. Gaby looked at you in confusion, tilting her head, as Napoleon’s eyes widened and Illya grinned. You wanted to throw your arms around your boyfriend, but resisted the urge, knowing you were being watched. Instead, you were in disguise as Napoleon’s colleague, who was also an antiques dealer.

“y/n?” Napoleon lowered his voice. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“And who is this?” Gaby asked, looking you up and down. Not in an unfriendly way, but you could sense her wariness.

“This is my little sister.” Napoleon raised his eyebrow at you, still unable to comprehend what you were doing in Rome. You could see a small smirk appear on Gaby’s face, and you grinned back.

“Of course, he tries to distance himself as much as possible from me.” you shrugged, and Gaby snorted.

“I like her more than you already.” she looked at Napoleon, and you smiled. Turning your attention back to Illya, you grinned.

“Miss me, Illya?” you asked, and Illya smirked.

“Of course I did.” he responded, and you could see the confusion wash over Napoleon’s face.

“We work together.” you explained briefly, and Napoleon shook his head.

“Now just hand on a minute, little sis.” Napoleon raised his hand. “You know Peril? And you work with him?”

“Yes.” you nodded, a small smirk on your face. “Oh, and we’re dating.”

Napoleon turned to look at you in disbelief as Illya continued, “I met her while she was stealing some expensive art. I expect she learned from you, Cowboy.”

You hefted the frame into the backseat of your car, tossing your black jacket. It was close to midnight, and you had just stolen the last piece. You slammed the car door shut and was about to move into the front seat when you suddenly heard someone clear their throat behind you. Whipping around, you gulped when you registered the tall shadow looming in front of you.

“And what are you planning on doing with that fine piece of art?” the man asked, his voice low with a thick Russian accent. You rubbed your hands on your jeans, trying to think of something.

“I’m relocating it to another museum.” you lied, trying to compose yourself.

“I think we both know that’s not quite true.” the man replied, stepping out of the shadows. He had dirty blonde hair and round, brown eyes which stared straight into your eyes.

“Well, what are you going to do to stop me?” you grabbed your pistol from your handbag and held it up. You tightened your finger around the trigger, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t take a step closer to me.”

“I can tell by the way you’re holding your gun you’ve never shot a pistol before.” the man tilted his head, a shadow of a smirk on his face. You faltered, trying to appear unintimidated, but damn, this man was good. He stepped towards you, wrapped his hand around yours. He repositioned your fingers and lowered your arm, using his other hand to square your shoulders. “Better.”

“Who are you?” you blurted, putting the gun down.

“Illya Kuryakin,” Illya raised his hand up, and you hesitantly shook it. “KGB.”

“What the hell?” you spluttered, jerking your hand away. You backed up against the car as Illya raised an eyebrow at you. Raising your hands above your heads, you quickly said, “I only steal art, buddy. I’ve never done any sort of terrorist act. You can turn me into the police, but I swear I’ve never messed with the government. I’m not a spy.”

“I know you’re not.” Illya responded calmly, taking another step towards you. “But the KGB have been watching you for some time, y/n, and they want to recruit you. You’re a very skilled thief, and good at getting in and out of places when needed, and they think those are good skills to have.”

“Hang on,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “You do realize I’m American, right?”

“You’ve spent more time around the world than in America.” Illya responded without hesitation. "I think it’s safe to say you don’t have many ties to your country."

After a pause, you straightened. “Alright then. Where do we begin?”

“Damn right she learned from me.” Napoleon said, a little smugly. He turned back to you, still in disbelief. “Alright, y/n, I want to hear about everything. First off, how you started dating the Peril.”

You flopped onto the cheap hotel bed brushing your hair out of your face. You heard Illya slam the door behind him and move to sit on the edge of the bed, smiling as he looked down at you. The two of you were staying here for the night as part of a mission, and you were exhausted from a day of travelling. You had been part of the KGB for a few months now, and you were proving yourself to be a good agent. Not as good as Illya, of course, but not far off.

Clutching your grumbling stomach, you sat up and said, “I’m starving. What should we do about food?”

“Actually,” Illya said as he nervously ran his hands over his pants. “There’s a restaurant I saw on our way here, if you want to get food together.”

“Of course I want to get food together.” you snorted, already on your feet.

“And I know due to circumstances, this isn’t the best time to ask, but…” Illya nervously trailed off. “Do you want to make it a date, y/n?”

You turned to look at him, making sure he was being serious. A wide smile appeared on your face as you nodded.

“A date whilst we’re on a mission? Doesn’t get more exciting than that.” you joked, reaching your hand out for Illya to grab. He took it and you pulled him to his feet. “I’d love that, Illya.”

“You’re not interested in how I joined the KGB?” you snickered, and Napoleon shook his head. He gestured for Illya and Gaby to continue on their way, which they did after nodding at you and Napoleon. You hopped onto the scooter with Napoleon, straightening your jacket. “I think joining the KGB is a far more interesting story. But whatever, I ought to start there anyway…”

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rkpcy · 7 years

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NAME sebastian park / park chanyeol NICKNAME seb, bas, yeol, yeollie, that idiot over there REASON FOR NAME english: named after his father---he doesn’t know this, though BIRTHDAY november 27, 1995 AGE 21 GENDER male PLACE OF BIRTH los angeles, california, usa PLACES LIVED SINCE from birth to 18: los angeles, california, usa / present: seoul, south korea PARENTS’ NAMES, BACKGROUNDS, OCCUPATIONS

birth father: sebastian kim, location and profession unknown. he fled town when ella became pregnant---she was 16 and he was 21.

stepfather: dean johnson, deceased. he met ella at a grocery store and is the father of the twins, michael and matthew. he’d been five years sober when he was involved in a hit and run in 2010.

mother: ella park, 40, masseuse. she moved to the united states with her parents when she was 6 and was kicked out by her father after becoming pregnant at 16. she was then taken in by her friend’s family for a year until her mother left her father and came to take care of her. she then got a job at her mother’s friend’s spa.

NUMBER OF SIBLINGS ( 2 )

michael park, 11. he’s the spitting image of chanyeol in both personality and ear size. a class clown and constantly getting notes sent home for talking too much during class. last year, he asked chanyeol for an xbox for christmas but got a 3ds and pokemon sun and moon instead. he loves it.

matthew park, 11. a little quieter than his two siblings, taking after his mother in that sense, but enjoys the same type of humor that chanyeol and michael enjoy. studious and smart, wears glasses. for christmas, he asked chanyeol to make a donation in his name, and chanyeol did just that, donating $500 usd to dogs without borders.

OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES

grandmother: eunice lee, deceased. was put into an arranged marriage and moved to los angeles with her husband. she finally got up the courage to leave him after years of emotional abuse due to an argument regarding their daughter. when chanyeol was fourteen, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. two years after a successful mastectomy, she went into remission and eventually passed away from it.

RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY chanyeol is extremely close with family, and values the bond, holding it with utmost importance. the reason he held two jobs was to help his mother out with finances, especially after his grandmother passed away. he knows that the only reason he is the person he is today is because he had family to take care of him and show him the right path, so he is eternally grateful. everything he does is for them, and any major decisions he has to make, he makes with his family in mind. HAPPIEST MEMORY ( 2007 ) his twin little brothers are born / ( 2011 ) enrolled in inner-city arts / ( 2015 ) gets a job at a recording company / ( 2017 ) signed to trc entertainment CHILDHOOD TRAUMA ( 1995 ) father abandons him and his mother / ( 2010 ) his stepfather dies in a car accident / ( 2010 ) arrested for posession and intent to sell / ( 2012 ) grandmother passes away

〈 PHYSICAL 〉 +

HEIGHT 186 cm / 6′1 WEIGHT 78 kg / 172 lbs BUILD athletic; toned and defined muscles, strong shoulders, slim waist, 9.4% body fat NATIONALITY american ETHNICITY korean DISABILITIES mild dyslexia COMPLEXION clear; two tattoos along his right forearm: suaviter in modo, fortiter in re meaning “gently in manner, strongly in deed; solum omnium lumen meaning “the sun shines everywhere” ( x ) ( x ); done on the day he left la for seoul FACE SHAPE long DISTINGUISHING FACIAL FEATURES dimple on left cheek, big smile, huge ears HAIR COLOR black USUAL HAIR STYLE depends on his mood, can range anywhere from the “i woke up like this” tousled hair style to a proper “clark kent” 3/4 split EYE COLOR brown GLASSES? CONTACTS? he wears fake glasses sometimes, even though he has 20/20 vision STYLE OF DRESS/TYPICAL OUTFIT(S) street style; hoodies & jeans, snapbacks, letterman jackets, sneakers TYPICAL STYLE OF SHOES running shoes, converse high tops, nikes, canvas shoes HEALTH excellent; treats his body like a temple GROOMING five minute showers, face washing and brushing teeth in the morning and at night ACCENT? none; bilingual since he could speak UNIQUE MANNERISMS/PHYSICAL HABITS laughs in all situations, smiles and looks around when he’s confused, leans back into chairs and extends his legs, doesn’t wear pants at home ATHLETIC? very; exercises every day at the trc and seocho buildings, enjoys most sports

〈 INTELLECT 〉 +

LEVEL OF EDUCATION graduated high school in 2013, currently attending online lessons at sungkyungkwan university LEVEL OF SELF ESTEEM outwardly: 11/10; inwardly: varies GIFTS/TALENTS composing/producing, writing, rapping, guitar, piano SHORTCOMINGS finds it hard to comprehend theoretical/ambiguous ideas and has a short attention span, also sucks at math STYLE OF SPEECH speaks simply in normal, everyday conversations, but is very eloquent when he writes, can also be very persuasive LANGUAGES fluent in korean and english, can curse in many others “LEFT BRAIN” OR “RIGHT BRAIN” THINKER? right brain ARTISTIC? completely MATHEMATICAL? not at all MAKES DECISIONS BASED MOSTLY ON EMOTIONS, OR ON LOGIC? it depends on what he’s making a decision about; mostly emotionally based on day to day decisions, for decisions that affect him long term, still mostly emotional, but also largely logical NEUROSES none LIFE PHILOSOPHY "do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” RELIGIOUS STANCE atheist CAUTIOUS OR DARING? daring MOST SENSITIVE ABOUT/VULNERABLE TO loneliness, his family OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST? optimist EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT? extrovert LEVEL OF COMFORT WITH TECHNOLOGY always up to date with the latest technology, follows many tech blogs

〈 RELATIONSHIPS 〉 +

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP STATUS currently dating kim jisoo SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual PAST RELATIONSHIPS

( 10 ) an innocent “puppy love” type of scenario where holding hands was the pinnacle of the relationship and mostly consisted of eating ice cream together after school

( 14-17 ) various “relationships” that lasted anywhere from a couple of weeks to several months---none of them serious

( 17 ) his “first love.” they started dating in junior year and chanyeol would have been glad to start a long-term relationship. unfortunately for him, she didn’t feel the same.

( 19 ) his first and only girlfriend after moving to seoul. she helped him assimilate and get over some level of culture shock. it was casual, too casual---she broke up with him because she felt he didn’t care enough about their relationship.

LEVEL OF SEXUAL EXPERIENCE fairly experienced STORY OF FIRST KISS he’s six years old and playing soccer with a few of his friends in his class. he attempts a game-winning goal, only to have the ball end up in the hands of the girl who would always follow him around. it was a short exchange: a kiss for the soccer ball, and once it was done, he never looked back. STORY OF LOSS OF VIRGINITY it’s a typical prom night teenage rom com story in which he’d rented a hotel room for after the dance where they both lost their virignities. it was awkward and strange and a definite learning experience. A SOCIAL PERSON? extremely. will talk to/at anyone within earshot MOST COMFORTABLE AROUND (PERSON) minseok, jennie, jisoo OLDEST FRIEND minseok, since childhood HOW DOES HE/SHE THINK OTHERS PERCEIVE HIM/HER? he’s fairly certain he’s annoying and obnoxious in other people’s eyes HOW DO OTHERS ACTUALLY PERCEIVE HIM/HER? probably as some goof who never shuts up

〈 VOCATION 〉 +

PROFESSION assistant at a recording studio, waiter, student, trc trainee PAST OCCUPATIONS various entry level, minimum wage jobs PASSIONS rapping, writing lyrics, composing, producing, performing ATTITUDE TOWARDS CURRENT JOB always excited and full of energy, though does sometimes lament the rigid and repetitive schedule ATTITUDE TOWARDS CURRENT COWORKERS, BOSSES, EMPLOYEES always friendly to his fellow trainees, and always bothering the staff. the staff seem to be used to his antics by now. was once recognized by tiger jk for a performance and is now dedicated to being recognized again. SALARY a trainee’s sad salary

〈 SECRETS 〉 +

PHOBIAS raccoons LIFE GOALS to become a household name and give back DREAMS to become a world-recognized musician and to use his fame to help the oppressed and less fortunate have a voice GREATEST FEARS losing his family, disappointing his family MOST ASHAMED OF his past run-ins with the law MOST EMBARRASSING THING EVER TO HAPPEN TO HIM/HER chanyeol goes through a lot of “embarrassing” moments everyday, but he’s never fazed. in short: he’s shameless COMPULSIONS talking, always / teasing people he cares about / toying with things in his pocket / incessant cursing when playing video games OBSESSIONS music, pokemon, cooking, sports, his car SECRET HOBBIES he has many hobbies, none of them secret (again, he’s shameless) SECRET SKILLS does a mean impression of enrique iglesias, really good at tongue twisters, a certified auctioneer, actually pretty good at boxing PAST SEXUAL TRANSGRESSIONS sex before marriage i guess??? CRIMES COMMITTED possession of a controlled substance, possession for sale of narcotics, sale or transportation of a controlled substance, though he was never formally charged and, thus, they don’t show up on his record WHAT HE/SHE MOST WANTS TO CHANGE ABOUT HIS/HER CURRENT LIFE being so far away from his family WHAT HE/SHE MOST WANTS TO CHANGE ABOUT HIS/HER PHYSICAL APPEARANCE he honestly wouldn’t change a thing about his physical appearance, despite his insecurity about his big ears

〈 DETAILS &. QUIRKS 〉 +

DAILY ROUTINE ( AS OF JULY 2020 )

training from monday through friday, from the wee morning until midnight

more training on saturday and sunday, from the wee morning until 5pm

saturday and sunday nights may or may not include the following activities:

hanging out with his girlfriend

hanging out with his friends

visiting the youth center

visiting his old boxing gym

visiting his old jobs

staying home to work on songs

NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? #TeamNoSleep LIGHT OR HEAVY SLEEPER? light sleeper FAVORITE FOOD his mom’s cooking LEAST FAVORITE FOOD bell peppers FAVORITE BOOK battle royale LEAST FAVORITE BOOK text books lol FAVORITE MOVIE deadpool LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE ??? FAVORITE SONG rap god by eminem LEAST FAVORITE SONG ??? COFFEE OR TEA? tea CRUNCHY OR SMOOTH PEANUT BUTTER? crunchy TYPE OF CAR HE/SHE DRIVES 2002 hyundai sonata, black, pre-owned LEFTY OR RIGHTY? right-handed FAVORITE COLOR yellow CUSSER? yes, but not excessively unless he’s a) drunk, or b) gaming SMOKER? DRINKER? DRUG USER? a social drinker BIGGEST REGRET selling drugs and getting caught PETS? none, but he wants a dog someday VOTED mister congeniality, best entertainer, class clown

#h;c #( holy fuck this was long #i've had this in my drafts for forever )

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“Come and Stay at my Home”

Scripture Text: Acts 16:9-15

I wish I had more of Lydia’s conviction.

This modest dealer of purple dye, worshiper of God, recently baptized, and faithful listener of God’s Word exemplifies the kind of conviction we must have when welcoming the stranger into our intimate spaces.

We all have these intimate spaces. They are the places in which we find shelter and protection, warmth and love, creativity and discernment. These intimate spaces are so unique because they are carefully selected based on personalities and what we like the most. Perhaps it is your office space at work; or the corner with all the windows in the public library; or your man-cave in the basement of your house; or your favorite state park in the country; or even your most beloved pew here at the church.

These intimate spaces represent the location in which we feel most alive. We visit these places because we need to be reminded of all the goodness that is around us - of all the goodness that God has given us through these tangible experiences. And because of this encounter with goodness, positivity, and peace in these spaces, we are able let our guards down and be who we really are. We don’t have to act in a certain way or meet the expectations of society by trying to be something that we are not. In these intimate spaces we have the freedom to simply be ourselves - that person that we have always meant to be.

In these spaces, we have the freedom to enjoy the moment and savor God’s goodness in our lives.

That is why they are so important to us. That’s why we give a tremendous emotional value to these intimate spaces.

I have only been in Indianapolis for about ten months, so I am still trying to find this intimate space within the city. I have a couple of choices in mind: I really enjoy running in the West Clay neighborhood around all those lakes and pretty green areas; but I also really like writing sermons on my desk at home since it faces this big window allowing me to see the birds that come and chat on the trees.

But the place that I remember the most growing-up was actually during my time in High School. I went to a Presbyterian boarding school down south in the Texas valley, and as a boarding school, of course I was required to share a room with at least one more guy and that room would be connected to another room through a bathroom.

Obviously there was no sense of privacy at this school.

And as an introvert I needed to have an intimate space just for me; a place where I could retreat and find goodness again. As someone who loves nature and wildlife, the stables at the school became that place for me. And yes, of course we had a ranch inside the school - it’s Texas!

At first, no one wanted to work there with the animals because it was too hard and too messy - so, it was just me and a couple of other guys. I was able to just be myself and enjoy the goodness of the space.

But then, during my second year, the school announced that if you helped taking care of the animals, you’d get a stipend. Naturally, this meant that a lot more students now wanted to work at the ranch. It became crowded; it became louder; it became obnoxious and tiresome. My favorite place was ruined. This intimate space now belonged to a whole bunch of strangers - other students that I didn’t even know or didn’t like very much.

I wish I had known how to have Lydia’s conviction.

I wish I would’ve had this sense of sharing and welcoming other students into this space that was so dear and special to me. I wish I had known how to be better.

Right there is the main issue about our intimate spaces: we don’t really know how to welcome others into these places. Since these spaces are so dear to us and contain so many pieces of who we are, we become unwilling to open up and share them with others. It is really hard to share an intimate space with someone else - and that even includes the people that we know and love.

Perhaps this race weekend you are welcoming old friends or family members at your home. After all, this is the most important weekend in Indianapolis, right? Such visits bring us joy and excitement. We get to do fun things, eat delicious food, and have a great time creating new memories. For those days, you are willing to open your home, provide them with a nice place to sleep, cook them meals, and share with them many of your favorite things.

They are your friends. They are your family. Of course you want to be hospitable to them. You want to offer as much comfort and warmth as we can. And of all that is great for the two or three nights that they are staying with you.

Unfortunately, this conviction starts to fade away as the days go by. After spending some quality with friends and family, we start realize that perhaps it is time us or them to go back home. When differences begin to rise, this great time together starts to transform into a somewhat uncomfortable and stressful situation. It may seem that we are great at being hospitable and welcoming but only for a little while. In the long run, our likes and dislikes get in the way of harmony and fellowship.

That shows how hard it is to share intimate spaces - how hard it is to be vulnerable and friendly even with the people that we love. It is hard to open up ourselves for more than just a moment.

We want to be hospitable. We want offer a great welcoming experience to our friends and family. We want to share this piece of who we are with them because we love them. But what about the people that we don’t really like? Or the people we don’t really know?

Perhaps we don’t have the same conviction towards them.

Perhaps we need more of Lydia’s conviction.

A few years ago, my grandfather invited one of his first-year seminary students to stay at our house for the summer break. This student was an orphan. He didn’t have any family close by and did not have any plans for the summer. He was kind of worried about where he was going to stay for those couple of months. So, my grandfather offered him a place to stay and a place where he could have a meal. Of course, my grandfather didn’t really ask us about how we felt about that invitation. One morning he just showed up with this student and told us about his plan great for the summer. And surely, we were caught by surprise.

As you can imagine, at first it was very, very difficult. We didn’t really know what he liked or disliked. We didn’t know what kind of food he preferred or how friendly he would be. He was a stranger in our home. But after the first couple of weeks, once we started to know each other better by sharing stories, we began to create a friendship - my whole family and him. We would watch movies together. We would play soccer with other kids from the block. He would help us in the garden and even share with us some of his cooking with us.

After a few weeks, he was no longer a stranger, but rather a familiar guest.

My grandfather had that kind of conviction - Lydia’s conviction. He knew that hospitality meant extending to strangers a quality of kindness usually reserved for friends and family. He welcomed him into our home not based on how much he knew him or based on how much he liked him as a student or as a person. My grandfather welcomed him because he was faithful to God’s calling. Like Lydia, he knew that worshipping God included sharing his most valuable, his most favorite, his most intimate space - which on this case was his home.

But to have that kind of conviction, it takes courage.

Lydia welcomed Paul and his disciples into her most intimate space. She trusted them despite the fact that Christianity was being persecuted by the Empire. She offered them a place to stay in a foreign land despite the fact that she was just a dealer of purple dye. She could have hesitated about the credentials or the personalities of Paul and his people. But she chose not to. Instead, she remained faithful to God’s calling.

She extended to strangers a quality of kindness usually reserved for friends and family.

Here at Second Presbyterian Church, we have chosen to have Lydia’s conviction and courage as we welcome the stranger into this intimate space. Through our participation in the Interfaith Hospitality Network, we are able to open our facilities for a week four times a year to families who don’t have a home. As a church, we don’t really know much about these people before they come and stay us. Yet, we offer such kindness and such warmth welcome to each person. We provide them with various delicious meals - mostly cooked by our volunteers. We try our best to get to know them during our daily encounters - while driving the van in the morning or when staying overnight. We play with the young ones even if it is snowing outside - I have been a witness to that.

We offer the same quality of kindness usually reserved for friends and family. As part of a community of faith, we know how to welcome the stranger into this our intimate spaces. We have witnessed such hospitality through this church or through other people. We are aware that part of our calling as Christians is to extend kindness and goodness to all people.

But, are we, individually capable of sharing our intimate spaces with strangers?

Do we have the conviction to share our intimate spaces with all people, even those that we don’t really know much about or those that we don’t like as much?

I hope each one of us holds on to Lydia’s conviction. The conviction to open up our homes regardless of the inconvenience. To share our desk at work with the coworker that we are not friends with. To invite other people go hiking to our favorite state park even if we don’t get to hike as much as we wanted.

The conviction to listen to each other’s stories without any prejudice or hostility. To say hi and show kindness to the new family sitting next to us in the pew this morning. To welcome all despite our differences, backgrounds, race, and personal agendas.

So, are we ready to show that kind of conviction? Are we ready to say: “If you have judged me to be faithful to the Lord, come and stay at my home” AMEN

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talabib · 6 years

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Leadership journey: Ellen Pao

The Pao vs. Kleiner case garnered some heavy media attention, and there’s a good chance you’re aware of it. But perhaps the struggles and obstacles Pao had to endure leading up to the trial are less well known.

What was it like working at Kleiner? What were the challenges faced by Pao and other women working at the firm? And how did she come to pursue a lawsuit against one of the most powerful venture capital firms in the world?

This post will give you an insight into the events leading up to and surrounding the case, as well as how Pao dealt with the blow of losing to Kleiner.

Deeply ingrained sexual discrimination makes it hard for women to succeed in the workplace.

Ellen Pao grew up believing that a good education would inevitably lead to success, and so when she graduated from Harvard Law School in 1994, she saw endless career opportunities laid out in front of her. When she began working at the well-known New York City law firm Cravath, Swaine & Moore as a corporate lawyer, however, she quickly realized things weren’t going to go quite how she’d expected.

One of the things Pao noticed was that sexual discrimination had become so deeply rooted in the workplace that it often happened without anyone noticing it, sometimes not even the person on the receiving end.

A coworker who was black and female was constantly mistaken for an administrative assistant or a paralegal, despite being dressed in suits donned only by attorneys. Furthermore, even though as a lawyer she had the authority to use company cars, Pao’s coworker faced difficulties in doing so.

At the time, Pao’s coworker didn’t think too much about it, and thus never reported what happened. Ultimately, however, she was so distressed by these experiences that she ended up leaving the profession entirely.

The case of Pao’s coworker serves as a reminder of how it’s nearly impossible to ascend the corporate ladder if you’re not one of “the boys,” despite your hardest efforts.

Pao relates a time when the head of her department invited 12 male coworkers to dinner, following it up with a visit to a strip club. Pao pointed out that going to the strip club allowed the male coworkers an opportunity to get to know their boss on a more personal level, which is a massive advantage.

These men-only events happened all the time. Pao managed to get a ticket to a hockey game once, but she was only allowed to come if she didn’t sit beside the senior partner.

Such behaviors excluded women from important conversations and opportunities, and as a result, they had to double their efforts just to keep pace with their male counterparts.

In the venture capital world, the “boys club” culture celebrates tenacity in men but not in women.

Pao finished her two-year MBA at Harvard Business School and in 2005 joined the influential venture capital firm Kleiner Perkins Caufield & Byers as chief of staff. Venture capital firms receive financial support from wealthy individuals, universities, families and pension funds, which they invest into startups, hoping for a return on investment.

The venture capital industry is dominated by men, being a real “boys club”, and is predominantly white.

On a business trip to New York, Pao shared a table with four white male colleagues, one of whom was a tech CEO and investor named Ted. The tech CEO expressed his desire to have a woman join his board, which consisted of only men, and Pao suggested that he invite one of Google’s founding partners, Marissa Mayer. Upon Pao’s suggestion, Ted said Mayer would be “too controversial,” while the rest of the men remarked that they would like her to join because she was hot.

The men at the table then continued to openly discuss the type of sex worker they liked and bragged about meeting Jenna Jameson, a porn star, leaving Pao cringeing and uncomfortable. She was aware that the male colleagues didn’t like her being there. This feeling of exclusion was confirmed when they landed at Teterboro Airport, and the men organized a night out without extending an invitation to Pao. As a result, Pao missed out on the exchange of advice and information that occurs during these men-only events.

A sad reality of the business world is that men are praised for having ambition and being forward-thinking; however, when women show those qualities, they’re often ignored.

During the early days of Twitter, Pao saw promise and potential in the platform’s ability to connect people all over the world, and so she decided to get in touch with their CEO, Jack Dorsey. She then pitched Twitter to a partner at Kleiner, but he showed no interest and dismissed her proposal.

Almost four years later, Kleiner would finally invest in Twitter, upon the suggestion of a male junior partner, of course. By that point, Twitter’s value had gone up by 400 percent, but the male partner was celebrated as a genius nonetheless, while Pao’s foresight was completely disregarded.

Pao’s colleagues at Kleiner still treated her as before, despite her promotion to junior partner.

Though she was aware of the inequality rampant in the world of venture capital, Pao decided to stay at Kleiner because she enjoyed the work.

Even following her promotion to junior partner in 2007, her male coworkers still didn’t take her seriously nor did they listen to her opinions.

One incident that comes to mind is the pitch of an Indian classifieds website to their fund’s investors. During preparation for the pitch, a colleague of Pao’s suggested that she “search for turbans!” When she refused to do so, her colleagues branded her a “killjoy.”

Furthermore, when Pao brought this incident up with her managing partner, he simply told her she was overreacting and making a big fuss about nothing. The managing partner repeated the same distasteful joke at a fundraising meeting and had to apologize immediately when he saw that one of the investors was an Indian woman.

This insensitive behavior towards women in the workplace is perpetuated by the “boys club” dogma of protecting its own members.

While on a business trip, Pao’s coworker Ajit Nazre told her that he believed they would make a good couple, even though he was a married man at the time. After he told Pao that he’d separated from his wife, the two began dating. He would give her the inside scoop on who had left the company and share Kleiner’s various philosophies and beliefs on investment. During this time, Pao felt like she’d finally been accepted and seen as an equal at the firm.

However, it turned out that Nazre had lied to Pao about divorcing his wife, and so when Pao learned the truth, she stopped seeing him romantically. The problem was that she still had to face him at work.

It became evident that since the break up, Nazre was intentionally misleading Pao and excluding her from important email threads and meetings. Pao alerted her managing partner, Ray Lane, to Nazre’s misconduct, but her concerns fell on deaf ears. Lane had gotten to know Nazre from the male-only dinners and events, and they bonded over conversations about women. Due to Lane’s fondness for Nazre, the managing partner defended him in the face of Pao’s complaints.

Pao was victorious in a claim of discrimination at Kleiner, but this was only the start.

Having been promoted to senior partner, Nazre was now in a higher and more powerful rank than Pao. He gained the authority to impede her career aspirations by writing negative performance reviews about her. In an attempt to do something about this abuse of power, Pao filed a number of verbal and written reports, but, after a while, the HR consultant at Kleiner told her to stop complaining.

Additionally, Pao confided in her fellow junior partner, Trae Vassallo, about her unfair treatment, hoping to build her case.

Much to her surprise, however, Vassallo admitted that Nazre had sexually harassed her. Nazre had asked Vassallo to join him on a business trip to New York – which turned out not to be a business trip at all. Nazre had lied, again, and showed up at her hotel room wearing nothing but a bathrobe, unsuccessfully insisting that she let him in.

With this story up her sleeve, Pao relayed Nazre’s series of misdemeanors to the managing partners at Kleiner. He finally left the firm after negotiating the conditions of his severance package for two months.

Though she had won this small battle, Pao wasn’t satisfied. She wanted to see real, long-lasting change and to eradicate the “boys club” culture at Kleiner.

Furthering her efforts, Pao convinced the firm to hire an independent investigator, but Kleiner seemed less than interested in her and Vassallo’s experiences of harassment in the workplace. This disinterest became apparent when Kleiner failed to introduce anti-discrimination and anti-sexual harassment training in the workplace.

Unsatisfied with these results, Pao contacted the California Department of Fair Employment and Housing and filed a lawsuit against her company for their inaction, the inadequate investigation efforts and the unfair treatment and exclusion of women in the workplace.

She was advised by her lawyer to continue working at Kleiner, as this would strengthen her case. But she only lasted a few months before being fired on the claim that she had performed poorly in her latest review.

While the lawsuit was underway, Pao became the CEO of the social media website Reddit.

Pao vs. Kleiner escalated when the company’s lead defense lawyer started to publicly shame Pao, using private information from her therapy sessions and from conversations between herself, her husband and her lawyers.

Public shaming, Pao discovered upon becoming Reddit’s CEO, is found all over the internet.

Back then, Reddit was a small startup that called itself “the front page of the internet.” Reddit users could share news and photos that would be either upvoted or downvoted in real time. It was through Reddit that Pao familiarized herself with the dark side of the web.

Journalist Eron Gjoni created a blog in August 2014 called “The Zoe Post,” where he wrote about his ex-girlfriend Zöe Quinn’s infidelity. Via the internet, he rallied supporters whom he would encourage to continue publicly shaming her on other platforms, such as 4chan, 8chan, Internet Relay Chat, and of course, Reddit. His supporters published her personal information online, hacked into her account, sent her death and rape threats and made computer games depicting violent acts against her.

This type of online behavior was unacceptable to Pao, and, in 2015, she banned revenge porn and unsolicited nudes on Reddit. Her actions encouraged many well-known websites, like Facebook, to take the same zero-tolerance attitude.

Emboldened to do more, Pao employed Reddit and the internet as her weapons to take down discrimination and harassment.

To help her with her ambitious task, Pao sought the advice of investor and entrepreneur Susan Wu. Wu became an activist after hearing about the case of a woman raped by Stanford University swimmer Brock Turner. Wu created the hashtag #IWasRapedToo in an attempt to encourage more women to speak up about their experiences.

Meanwhile, online press coverage began picking up Pao’s lawsuit against her former company, and many women reached out to her. It was clear that sexual discrimination was happening everywhere. Reporters began to call this sudden flood of women speaking up about their experiences the Pao Effect.

Pao lost the case against Kleiner, but the support she received led her to create Project Interlude.

Pao was convinced that she had enough evidence to win the case against her former employer, but the firm had the financial capabilities and the human resources to build a strong defense based on hundreds and thousands of emails.

During her trial, Pao was also busy with two full-time jobs: being the CEO of Reddit and a mother. On 27 March 2015, the final verdict was in: Pao had lost the case.

Nevertheless, the support she received throughout the trial was of immense importance. Though she had lost, Pao never once felt she was alone in her battle. She was forever grateful for the support of her family and friends, who stuck with her right to the end.

She also received a lot of unexpected support from women all around the world. Her inbox on LinkedIn alone was flooded with hundreds of supportive messages. Pao hadn’t won the case, but she’d won the hearts and minds of many women across all industries, including the tech industry.

With this overwhelming support, Pao decided to gather other women in executive positions to brainstorm how they could reset the tech industry.

Pao’s initiative resulted in the founding of Project Interlude, with a mission to provide CEOs and venture capital firms with the tools and solutions they needed to effectively fight against workplace discrimination.

The co-founders are influential women who all share similar experiences, like former Google engineer, Erica Joy Baker, diversity advocate Brianna Wu and Pinterest engineer Tracy Chou. These women developed the project’s three core solutions to combat discrimination at work: inclusion of all employees, comprehensiveness and accountability.

Project Interlude gives CEOs useful advice on how to diversify their teams and lead them to success. Since its founding, the project has become an award-winning non-profit organization, spreading the word for more inclusivity in the workplace.

No matter your race, gender, age, sexuality, disability or if you’re pregnant, everyone is entitled to equal career opportunities. This means fair allocation of jobs, a workplace that doesn’t tolerate discrimination or harassment, and the assurance that every employee is paid according to their performance. Pao’s journey shows us that we shouldn’t be discouraged after one knockback, and that speaking up against these injustices can have wide-reaching effects.

#Ellen Pao

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