#well the one that deals w nasa anyway .

[bruciewayne]

yeah!!! jarvis is one of those "v cool in concept please do not be real" type things?? like it might be morally wrong to kill an ai because he is sentient i don't really feel like thinking it over and it's really cool that we can do that now, but also the uses are. sketch. and sure it's cool that only tony has one and not like. the entire us government, but tony's a singular person capable of mistakes and it's way too much power with way too much potential for abuse for anyone to have, y'know???

oh absolutely!! i adore jarvis in the mcu, and from a technical perspective he’s very cool (and is a testament to how smart tony really is) and does make me consider how far along ai is in the mcu compared to us (jarvis seems to be truly his own ‘person’, capable of making decisions at a capacity far greater than what im aware of what we can do in real life and he seems far more advanced than what we have (like the extent of what jarvis can do seems far greater than what we can achieve w q learning or machine learning) to the point where he has his own personality, albeit modelled after a real life person)

honestly im glad that tony made jarvis when he was an adult and not a child (i don't know if you’ve seen it, but there’s a tv show called scorpion and the main character made smth that could be used to airdrop materials/aid to war ruined villages when he was 10/11 bc the us govt. found him after he hacked nasa and told him to and it turned out that they were using it to bomb the villages) and i know he’s generally considered to be a good guy/on the right side etc. but that amt of pure power, not even taking into consideration that he’s one of the richest guys in-universe, will go to his head 

even the fact that jarvis is there, functioning and exists is pretty much free real estate for govts. - tony is only human after all, if they wanted it they could probably blackmail him, but tony is a capitalist, i know he’s a good guy, but not all the people in his boardrooms are, and pre-iron man his primary concern in his day-to-day was to make money (which is another can of worms as to just how much of a change he went through in im1), what’s to say he won’t/didn’t use jarvis to extort the avg. citizen for that purpose?

i really don't want to say it, but shield have been portrayed as, well, useless (tony easily hacking them etc.) so where did they get the tech in tws (i cant remember the name but yk what i mean)?? tony wouldn't have sold it to them, but he might have sold it to the usarmy when he still had deals with them, someone on his payroll might have leaked it to them - as far as we know, tony’s the only one who had ai (i know that’s probably not going to be the case going forth, and that tony’s not the smartest guy in the mcu)

and as you said, is it even ‘morally right’ to end jarvis, say tony realises that he can be used for evil and puts a stop to it (gleefully ignoring aou bc it... it.) can he even put a stop to it, jarvis doesn’t really have any physicality that can be destroyed (gleefully ignoring aou) and if he does (servers?? idk man we never really covered that part of compsci) it’s not in tony’s residence, if it were i’d be more inclined to cut him some slack bc then it would be ‘truly’ his own, but his malibu mansion got destroyed and the fact that jarvis could have been destroyed wasn’t really a concern for tony then so im assuming no

and im going to guess that it’s not exactly a secret that tony stark has an ai in-universe, and honestly, the only reason it wouldn’t be confiscated (a la im2 courtroom scene for the iron man suit) by the govt is bc he’s rich (+ he was in kahoots w the army)

also tony himself it not a cooperation, i doubt the data that jarvis collects goes anywhere of consequence, but the constant monitoring, the omnipresence, i guess for tony it’s a reassurance more than anything else: he’s a guy who didn’t have the best parents as a kid etc., building jarvis was a way to cope with the loss (low-key it seems less ‘coping with the loss’ and more delaying the inevitable but that’s something else), he doesn’t have someone to take care of him anymore so he’ll build one, that’s what he does, but i wonder if he ever thought of the consequences (tws) of just convinced himself that he’s so far ahead of the curve that it doesn’t matter (his testament in im2, he’s arrogant and overconfident in his abilities, and that was after he was humbled by the events of im1, though later in the mcu he’s less, im just thinking of pre-mcu when he built jarvis)

also on the ‘tony created what is effectively a person’ angle, he is playing god to an extent

jarvis is a weapon, even if all he is being used for is to tell tony to go to bed.

anyway i think ai is very very cool but also in the way jurassic park is cool

#tony stark #jarvis #i genuinely think ai is so cool but the existential risk is legit not worth it #same for the facial recognition stuff #tony as character is... very op #even without mark 50 #im so sorry u had to go through 800 words worth of me rambling about ai and the dangers and consequences of such technology #and some of the flaws in tony's character #and also the legitimate dangers of 1. how smart he is combined with 2. how much money he has #and 3. the governemnt will generally just. let him do what he wants #(also his high-ranking millitary bff...) #random citizen #asks

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Starstruck (1)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Words: 3445

Warnings: Bullying. Nothing else.

Prompt: “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A/N: This is for one of my absolute favs @moonbeambucky . I love you dude :) Congrats on the milestone friend and yeeepepepe I hope you like this. Chris is getting his MA degree and reader is an undergrad. I don’t remember writing anything for our favorite spaceman so tell me how it is please and thank you. And sorry it is so last minute I am still struggling with writing.

Part 2

Pretending you didn’t just hear Emily mock your major for god knows what time this week, you plugged your headphones in and blasted some music in hopes to tune her out. You laughed at your own joke, and read the paragraph again to try and learn something.

Hmm, tune her out, that was funny Y/N!

But the harder you tried to focus, the louder and more obnoxious everyone became. You knew what they were doing, you knew why they kept on teasing you, and you thought ignoring them would eventually make it stop but that wasn’t the case. You’d never feel self-conscious about your major but sometimes, they hit you right where it hurt. Too many nights were spent crying just because they called you stupid or slow or unnecessary. 

It’s okay, they don’t understand what the world would be life if music didn’t exist. Just ignore them. Don’t let them get to you. 

Thinking back to when you started living here, you couldn’t help but sigh because all of this was avoidable had you not listened to your friend. Yes the price was lower than everywhere else, especially for this campus, and you weren’t far from where your classes met, even the grocery store was a minute away. Fine, this was the best deal and you’d probably not change your decision just because some assholes had issues. 

They’re all leaving this weekend anyway so just power through this Y/N alright. You can do this. Fucking power through it and you’ll do gr-

You looked up as soon as you heard the front door opening, a part of you for once wishing this man was not walking through the door right now and was that his friend behind him? 

“How did I just get to see your place man?” The blonde man asked before remembering he should probably leave his umbrella outside. You frowned when you noticed just how much it was raining, realizing there was no way you’d attempt to go to the library now.

The brunette glared at him before turning to you, a small smile adorning his face for a second right as he walked past you. You heard him ascending the two flights of stairs to your floor, probably to get something from his room and leave again. He was the only one living on the same floor as you, the other six being on the first and ground floors. 

You snapped out of your haze when you heard someone tapping on your book, causing you to jump and take your headphones out.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Liam by the way.” He pulled out a chair and sat next to you, flipping the book to see what you were studying.

“Well this is fun,” he commented while pointing at the organic chemistry problems, making you cringe at his reaction because who in their right mind would call organic chemistry fun?

“Easy for you to say, this isn’t my major and frankly, I can’t stand it.” You crossed your arms, smiling a little because there was a cute blondie laughing at what you said. “I’m going to be honest with you, this is the shit I deal with on a daily basis and I agree with you. Can’t fucking stand it most of the times, especially when that genius upstairs makes it look like a piece of cake.”

“Oh? W-what’re you guys studying?” Knowing you’d never have the guts to ask your ‘neighbor,’ your curiosity got the best of you and blurted out the question before you can stop yourself. “We’re not in the same program actually but I’m in biomedical engineering and Chris over there is m-”

“Your late friend.” Chris came running down the stairs, wearing a NASA sweatshirt and a leather jacket on top and if you weren’t so occupied with what you just heard the girls in the other room were saying, you’d have gotten a better look at him. “Hey man we have a few minutes, I was just telling your cute housemate what you’re doing. You know she’s studying organic chemistry right? Maybe you c-”

“Liam I told you we needed to cut lunch short and now you’re being a dickhead again. Let’s go. Sorry Y/N!” Chris grabbed his friend and shoved him out the door but not before you heard his friend looking back at you and whispering “the Y/N? That’s Y/N??” You waved goodbye when they left, turning around and seeing Emily and Letty staring you down while the guys tried to catch their attention again. You’d think people would grow out of that phase in university but nope.

You dove back into your book and ignored them, trying your hardest not to think about Liam and who you now know as Chris. An hour later, you finally had the house to yourself, knowing fully well that everyone else was probably partying somewhere. Everyone has finished their finals, including you, except unlike everyone, you didn’t pass all of yours. Luckily, your professor grew very fond of you and appreciated how much time and effort you put into his class, informing you that while he takes your improvement into account, he couldn’t possibly pass you with that final grade. So you concluded with an agreement, if he gives you a chance to retake the final, you’d help him grade the other classes’ finals as well. When he smiled and shook your hands enthusiastically, you were relieved.

Two chapters and three cups of coffee later, you knew you couldn't stay awake any longer. As you packed your stuff and headed to your room, you couldn’t help but remember what happened a few hours ago again.

Wait, how did he know my name?

Thinking he probably just heard it from someone in the house, you threw your books on the desk and headed to your dresser, grabbing a pair of panties and your hair products before walking to the bathroom and hanging your towel near the curtain. 

As the water warm water hit your back, you silently prayed the next week would pass by as peacefully as possible. But those thoughts scattered away when an image of Chris popped up in your head. Of course you had to fall for the quiet, uninterested, probably rude science dude, knowing fully well he wouldn’t give you a second glance. If only you wouldn’t freeze up whenever you saw him. Thinking back to when you were checking out the house, you smiled at what your friend said when she saw him walking into his room. And it took you two whole semesters to convince her he was definitely not the reason you moved here.

Well, he wasn’t the main reason but he was among the pros on your list. Rinsing your hair, you shut the water off and stepped out, wrapping the towel around your body before looking for your panties. When you couldn’t find them anywhere, you thought you probably just forgot to bring them, unlocking the door and heading to your room. Shutting your door, you were about to let go of the towel when you heard a knock on your door. 

Pulling open the knob, your eyes widened in horror when you saw Chris standing in the middle of the doorway, hands crossed and-

Shit shit shit this is not happening.

“Hey Y/N you dro- fuck…” Chris knew he should shut his eyes but seeing you in nothing but the towel, hair still wet and thighs peeking from below the towel made him shift in his place. He realized he swore out loud and swallowed thickly, blinking before looking down at his feet. “S-sorry to bother you I know it’s late but...I umm, you seem to have dropped these and- well, here you go.” Chris held out his hand to you, fingers entirely intertwined with the soft cotton of your pink panties. 

“Th-thank you, I...was just, sorry it’s uhh, getting late. Good night.” You didn’t wait for his response, stepping back and shutting the door quickly before resting your back on it. You heard him bid you goodnight from behind the doorway, steps leading away from your door letting you know he already left. You tried to calm your heart for a few minutes before slipping into your pajamas and rolling under the covers, pretending the last fifteen minutes never happened.

Chris on the other hand paced back and forth, the image of your body so slick and shiny under your bedroom light making him hiss before looking down and seeing his hard-on pressing against his sweatpants. He only just spent the last three hours telling his friends to fuck off because there was no way a girl like you was single. He came up with so many excuses to not ask you out, knowing the only thing stopping him is his fear of rejection. But now that he got a glimpse of you, he knew he had to at least try, even if it made things awkward later on.

When you woke up the next day, and walked downstairs to make breakfast, you’d completely forgotten everything that happened the night prior, cooking some waffles before pouring yourself some coffee and sitting down to check your emails. As soon as Chris walked in, hair messy and sweatpants hanging low on his hips, you choked on the liquid, holding your hands up when he stepped closer to you and patted your back.

“Shit you okay?” You tried to not think of the very tight white tank top he was wearing but the coughs only grew louder. “W-wrong pipe,” you managed to say between attempts to clear your throat. “Yeah just don’t speak, deep breathes, leave this for now.” He pushed the mug away and continued to rub your back, failing to notice how you’d already stopped coughing. You looked up at him and smiled, noticing the blush creeping up his neck when he realized he was still touching you. Chris pulled away reluctantly, rubbing his thighs before returning the awkward smile and heading to the coffee maker. 

You stayed silent, afraid to say something because all you could think about is Chris holding your panties in his hands. He’d turned around and leaned against the sink, drinking his coffee and staring intently at you.

“You take your coffee black?” was the only thing you managed to come up with, cringing at your attempts of making conversation because of course he does, he’s drinking it right now isn’t he? 

“Yeah, like my soul!” Chris chuckled before shaking his head and mentally slapping himself. But then he heard you snort at what he said, face beaming from happiness. 

She thinks I’m funny? Okay, so she likes a little bit of dark, weird humor, cool. I can do that. Definitely doable.

Before he could say anything else, you were already getting up and rinsing the plate and mug, putting them in the dishwasher before telling him you’d see him later.

“Great job man.” Chris murmured to himself, finishing the rest of his coffee before heading upstairs to get dressed. He walked past your room and stopped, finally understanding why you probably almost died downstairs not ten minutes ago. He completely forgot about last night and realized you didn’t and shit shit shit did he need to apologize again? When he heard some rustling behind the door, he ran to his room and shut it as silently as possible. 

What are you five years old? Get your shit together and act like an adult. You’re in medical school man for fuck’s sake!

You weren’t planning on leaving the house today but this was the first time you’d seen him in the morning and you panicked because what if he was going to stay inside for the day? It wouldn’t end well because at some point, you would’ve made a fool out of yourself, again, and that wasn’t going to be good for your already stressful self.

Chris was in fact planning on staying inside, even though it was Friday. But he didn’t want to run into you again, knowing he was completely unprepared and needed to ask one of his friends for advice, much to his dislike. 

You thought the library would be the perfect place to get your head in the game but you couldn’t have been proven more wrong. You couldn’t stop thinking about how more talkative he became around you in the span of a day, occasionally zoning out and thinking of different scenarios where you weren’t a complete dork and actually held up a conversation with him.

Chris spent the day helping his friend plan some of the talks he and the others were going to give during the Annual meeting for the American College of Surgeons. But as hard as he tried to be of use, he wasn’t able to do much, mind running a hundred miles in attempts to come up with something to say to you. By six o’clock, his friend told him he should go home and get some rest before next week, and when he apologies for not helping out as much as the others, she told him not to worry about it and to try and talk to you.

“Wow, might as well give Liam a fucking mic so he can tell everyone.” Chris didn’t bother tying his shoes or changing out of his scrubs. “Relax, he said it by accident and let’s be honest, there is no way anything else can get the famous Chris Beck this distracted unless it was a girl. Seriously just be yourself and I’m sure she’ll like you.”

“I can’t even say one word without making a fool out of myself.” He stood up and put on his NASA sweatshirt. 

“Well maybe you can help her out. Liam was telling me she was doing some chemistry stuff and was close to crying because of it. Come on Beck woe the girl, buy her some coffee and help the damsel in distress and you’ll see how far that goes.” Chris laughed at what Diana said, shaking his head before turning around and leaving.

“If that works, I swear I will help you out all of next week.” He pointed at her and shut the door behind him, heading to the nearby coffee place with a smile on his face. 

You’d already left the library with a friend and decided to go to the coffee shop just around the corner with your friend, immediately regretting it when you entered and saw the rest of the house crew sitting on the couches. 

“Hey look, our very own Mozart has a social life.” One of the guys yelled and made everyone around stare at you. Your friend asked if you wanted to leave and you told her it was fine, ordering a hot cocoa and keeping busy with talking to her about your new assignment. You could distinctly hear them still teasing you, shaking your head and laughing when your friend told you she can easily hit them with her cello. 

“Let’s just leave,” you grabbed your cup and were about to head out when you hear some ruckus from behind you. 

“What do you mean we have to leave?” Emily yelled at the barista standing in front of her group. 

“It means, if I don’t see your little butts making their way out that door in the next minute, I will call campus police and file a report against you.” She placed her hands on her hips and didn’t budge when one of the guy stood up and got in her face. “Oh yeah and why should we believe you?” He pulled up his sleeves and smiled down at her.

“Because under Section 2.7-C, I have the right to kick you out for not only being unreasonably rowdy, and having already finished your orders an hour ago, but also lacking adequate hygiene seeing as you are, I’m assuming, football players and frankly, smell like ass. Since you’re in a public restaurant, it is my responsibility to keep this space clean and peaceful.” None of them said anything to the barista, blank expressions making everyone laugh and clap before Emily stood up again.

“You’re bluffing.”

“Sweetheart, I’m in three-L, I’m getting hired to become a prosecutor, and the Bar exam in this state is a piece of cake. So I would leave if I were you. Enjoy your pumpkin spice latte!” She smiled at her before looking at you and winking, crossing her arms and seeing the entire group ignoring you as they left. You walked up to her immediately to ask her what that was all about.

“Thank you so much you we were just leaving and I-”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s no place for bullies here and honestly they were too fucking loud.”

“That was so freaking cool and I’m in awe.”

“I may have pulled that law out of my ass but technically, it still applies. Just forgot what section it was under.” She rubbed your shoulder and told you to enjoy the rest of your night. You left with your friend and headed to your place, laughing along with your friend because how scared they looked.

“You have it bad Chris. Make a move on her or else I will.” Angela threw her towel at the corner where Chris stood the entire time. “Don’t you fucking dare!” He pointed at his friend and grabbed the coffee meant for you. 

“Thank you by the way. I owe you one.” Chris lowered his head, clasping his hands together to thank his friend.

“Hell yeah you do, got get’em tiger,” she smiled before pushing him out the way and getting back to her work. When he made it back to the house, he smiled when he saw you making dinner in the kitchen. But that smile evaporated as soon as he heard the obnoxious yelling coming from the second floor. Ignoring them, he walked towards you and cleared his throat, waving when you turned around and and said hi.

“So Liam was telling me you needed help with some chemistry and I- well I was on my way back and thought....umm, you’re probably going to study tonight and instead of making yourself some coffee, I got this.” Chris placed the cup on the kitchen table and stared at you.

“Oh, wow god you didn’t have to Chris that’s, you’re too nice.” 

“I asked for hazelnut, I know you like it so, yeah it it was nothing really.” He stuttered and if you weren’t blown away by what he did, you would’ve found it really cute that a man like him was shy around you.

“I’m sure you’re really busy and I’d hate to have you waste your time helping me out with something like that and-”

“No no seriously it’s nothing. I’m already done with my exams and I’m not doing much next week.”

“You’re not going back for Christmas?” You didn’t want to sound too desperate to have him around but you couldn’t help it.

“Nope, I’m doing some interviews here then I leave to Pennsylvania for another one and then Washington and then California but until then, I’m a free-ish man.” Knowing it wasn’t in your place to ask him about the interviews, you just nodded and shut the stove off, telling him you’ll eat quickly before bringing down your stuff.

“How about we just stay upstairs? Avoid those idiots and wait until they leave.” He tried not to look to nervous asking you that question and relaxed when you took it with the best intentions.

“Yeah sounds good, and thank you so much it means a lot. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong but I just can’t seem to understand any of that stuff.”

“It’s definitely not for everyone. I can barely stand it sometimes.” Chris wasn’t one for showing off and he raised his hands when you called him on his bullshit. “What do you mean?” 

“I was talking to your friend and he told me you were a genius when it came to all of this...he even told me you make him feel stupid sometimes.” You laughed when Chris looked offended by what you said, and thought this wasn’t too bad of a start after all.

“I never!! I just happened to study more than him and don’t fuck around when the professor is lecturing.” He grabbed a cookie from his bag and started eating. You tried not to let it affect you but the way he swore made you feel some kind of way that you hoped would go soon.

#chris beck #chris beck x reader #sebastian stan #the martian #sebastian stan x reader #chris beck fanfiction #space #nasa #chris beckxreader #music #the martian au

[vodkctonics]

[ im changkyun, cismale, he/him, 24 ] DESPERADO by RIHANNA? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of JAEHYUK "JAE" KHANG. maybe because they’re DARING but also AGGRESSIVE. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since OCTOBER of 2013 in APARTMENT 402 and have 2 ROOMMATES. ( LATE NITE by FOALS & SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW by GOYTE ft. KIMBRA )

it me, ya girl, cait, back at it again with another trash baby bc why not!! i tried to go a lil more indepth with his intro than i have my previous ones ( i’m sorry ya’ll had to deal with those garbage intros ok i really am ) along with giving ya’ll his basic stats and some basic connection ideas for him. ( also if you’re interested HERE is his pinterest board !! ) if ya’ll wanna plot with this trash bb, like this or hmu on discord ( 𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘤 — 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠.#7518 ) or tumblr im if you don’t have discord !! anyways, onto the good shit !!

general information.

full name: jaehyuk khang. nickname(s): jae, hyuk, hyukkie, khang. date of birth: october 26st, 1994. age: twenty-four. nationality: korean. spoken languages: english, korean, chinese, japanese, french, spanish, german & russian. gender: cismale. pronouns: he / him / his. sexuality: bisexual. faceclaim: im changkyun ( i.m ) of monsta x.

background.

hometown: ulsan, south korea. current residence: baltimore, maryland. mulberry apartments, apt 402. financial status: middle to upper class. occupation: drug dealer / gang leader. education level: high school diploma. family connections: tba.

extra information.

myers briggs: entp-a. ( the debater. ) enneagram: eight. ( the challenger. ) temperament: choleric. moral aligment: neutral evil. hogwarts house: slytherin. sin: wrath. virtue: pride. zodiac: scorpio. element: fire.

biography.

born and raised in korea

parents were pretty strict and didn’t really allow him to do well.. anything.

however, they did buy him whatever he wanted and spoiled him in that way

and due to both of those things combined, he started to rebel at a really young age. ( i’m talking like 10 )

so he’d sneak out, graffiti people’s houses and break things and the likes.

pretty much got kicked out of his home for his actions at the age of 13.

slept on friends couches or in their basements and was pretty much on the street after that.

met some people a year later who saw potential in jae and basically paid for him to come to the states with him.

so without a word to his parents or friends, he moved to the states at 14.

those people were not really ‘good’ people, but they took jaehyuk under their wing and taught him how to fight, how to handle weapons and how to take care of himself.

n not long after that, he was ‘initiated’ into their gang as nothing but a runner

which he loved for a while, but he wanted more, he wanted to climb up the ladder.. so that’s what he did. by whatever means necessary. 

it took him a few years of busting his ass and doing whatever he was told to do, but that paid off by the leader appointing jae as his right hand.

it was more power than he’d ever had before, and he thrived off of it.

sadly, though, the leader and a few other men got involved in a drug deal gone bad and he lost them.

but on the other hand, that meant jae, who’d been the right-hand for a year or so, was now the leader. he had the most amount of power within that gang and he took full advantage of it.

personality.

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him. because he really… doesn’t want to get hurt again & doesn’t want to put them @ risk.

wears glasses to read and mess w computers, but hates them a lot and probably won’t wear them if people are around.

wears tf out of jeans, v-necks, sweats, leather jackets and anything that makes him look like your typical fuckboi ?? it’s kinda his aesthetic.

is …. stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

his motorcyle and cars are literally his babies ??? like he ?? has a problem ??

a hotmess

loves halloween so much?? he gets so hype for that holiday it’s unreal.

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators at meetings and the likes.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s actually v hurt inside because that’ll cause him to start having to deal with his feelings again, and he doesn’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet?? like if he’s speaking 2 u… its usually flirty as hell unless it has 2 do w business or he’s just known u for centuries ?

will try to get everyone to go to bars n parties with him because that’s his life in a nutshell ??

hella nerd on the inside though like owns so many comic books, loves to play video games, read books, plays piano / violin & all that jazz.

super, super intelligent. could probably work @ nasa but instead he decided to do what he does & he honestly… ain’t complaining.

drinks..heavily..  like every night?? it’s a problem tbh.

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

full of horrible and cheesy pick up lines and jokes and frequently texts people said pick up lines and jokes.

owns a book that is full of nothing but blank pages and keeps it on his coffee table because he ‘relates’ to it.

is a highkey hoe but he keeps it on the dl

super into fitness as it’s a way to keep him away from drinking every evening. ( that doesn’t work lol )

loves boxing so much and can be seen at the gym quite a bit.. also has bruised knuckles 24/7 because of it as it’s a way to take out his aggression and feelings out on a punching bag?

speaking of... anger issues af.

actually super kind and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall?? which is really hard to do due to his job but if u do it he’ll cherish u.

has a bad habit of smoking whenever he’s stressed out, which is usually all of the time so he smokes…. more than he should

highkey into cuddling and all the cute shit like that but would literally never tell a soul because then they’d see that he isn’t such a hardass.

is a burnt cupcake who has really good intentions but has extremely horrible execution skills. ( and no i don’t mean the violent kind bc he’s actually v good @ that )

plot ideas.

bad influence. ( on your muse. ) 

best friends.

childhood friend.

competition. 

confidant. 

cousin. 

current hook up(s). 

drinking buddies.

drunken hook up. 

enemies that used to be friends. 

enemies. 

exes who ended on bad terms. 

flirtationship. 

frenemies. 

friendly competition. 

friends that used to be enemies. 

friends with benefits. 

good influence. ( on jaehyuk. )

hate sex. 

one night stand(s). ( past & present. ) 

partner in crime. 

party buddies.

past hook up(s). 

ride or die. 

social media friends.

trouble makers.

unlikely friends.

#soundintro #❝ ✦ ◜ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ.◞ — OUT OF CHARACTER.

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EXCLUSIVE: Former Pentagon Chief of Staff, Kevin Sweeney, Validates Controversial Conspiracy Theories Concerning the Moon Landing, 9/11, and Extraterrestrials

WASHINGTON — On Sunday the former Pentagon chief of staff — Kevin Sweeney — resigned. The news of his resignation comes days after James Mattis, former Secretary of Defense, announced his departure from President Trump’s administration. 

In an exclusive interview with Red Panda News Network reporter, Melissa Mahoney, Sweeney validated some of the wildest conspiracy theories, such as the faking of the Apollo moon landing, 9/11 as an inside job, and even the existence of reptilian aliens. 

A transcript of the conversation is below.

Good morning, Mr. Sweeney. Thank you for agreeing to this interview. 

Good morning to you, Ms. Mahoney. It’s no problem at all. It’s nice to air out old laundry anyway [laughs].

So firstly, a question that I’m sure is on everyone’s mind: Why did you choose to resign? 

Well, to tell you the truth, Ms. Mahoney, it’s because I didn’t want to be there when everything collapses on the Trump administration. [Laughs heartily]

I’m glad to see you’re in good spirits this morning. I can imagine it must be tough working under a president who’s been known to shut out any sort of criticism. 

Ah, well, thank you. I smoked a fat joint about thirty minutes before coming into this studio. I love this newfound freedom I have. Normally I’d be nervous, but anyone who leaves this batshit insane administration is bound to land a book deal anyway. Case in point, Sean Spicer’s new book, The Briefing, and whatever piece vitriol Scaramucci released this past Fall [referring to Anthony Scaramucci’s newest book, Trump: The Blue Collar President].

Well, they do say that there’s no such thing as bad press. 

Unless you’re Hillary Clinton, that is. 

Point taken. Anyway, you told me before the interview that you wanted to shed some light on “matters of grave importance.” You mentioned that one of these “matters” is the staging of the Apollo missions and the moon landing. Can you tell me more about how this was staged?

Oh boy, yes, the Apollo missions were a whole bunch of baloney. Honestly, they just had some kids from NYU’s film and theater department covertly work with the Johnson and then Nixon administrations to stage a moon landing in Los Angeles. They just got a bunch of sand and juxtaposed some images of the beach and ran it through some filters. It was the height of the Cold War and the Soviets were launching apes into space and well, we had to respond to that. I mean, a monkey in space? How cool is that?! America really needed to one-up them, so we did with some good ol’ fashioned Hollywood magic. Getting the lighting and flag motions on photograph was rather hard though. As you can imagine, it’s not easy to recreate the moon on earth, but somehow they managed. 

Wow, so you’re saying that Americans have never visited the moon?

No American has ever visited the moon, but the lunar rover in the 90s was the real deal. By that point, we really did have the technology to send humans to the moon as well. But we already had the victory so it didn’t make sense for the government to fund NASA to send more people to the moon when rovers and satellites could collect all the samples needed. 

Unbelievable. Honestly, I’m not sure what to say. That really must be a tough pill to swallow for Baby Boomers. 

Yes, it is indeed. But swallow the pill we must if we’re to move on. 

There’s no shortage of wisdom from you, it seems. Another popular conspiracy theory is that the “Planes Plan” was a cover-up for the attacks on the World Trade Centers and the Pentagon, which for the former was a controlled demolition, and the latter a missile strike. Do the conspiracies here hold any water?

Absolutely. The Planes Plan was a complete and utter lie. My cousin, Todd Sweeney, was one of the demolition experts in charge of the towers. Sure, actual planes were involved in the Twin Towers attacks, but do you really think jet fuel could melt steel beams? That’s just ludicrous. The way those towers collapsed looked like something out of a Tonka Truck commercial. It was way too clean — the kind of controlled construction project our dear leader could only dream he was capable of orchestrating. 

And what about the Pentagon?

Oh, yeah, we just shot that son-of-a-bitch with a MIM-104 Patriot missile. That baby is a true work of American ingenuity right there. Probably the most iconic SAM [surface-to-air missile] in our Republic’s arsenal.

How is it possible that all of this remained such a closely guarded secret?

Same way that the CIA-sponsored assassination of JFK remained secret: through careful planning, big money, and vacuum-sealed lips. 

Wait, JFK was assassinated by the CIA?

Yes, but I don’t think we’re going to have time to get into that one. 

That’s true. Ah, but now I’m so curious... But back to the point; tell me who was in charge of the September 11 attacks?

It was mostly a threesome between Cheney, Wolfowitz, and Rumsfeld. Cheney’s got a long history of making money off of warfare with Haliburton. He goaded President Bush into following his lead. He manipulated Bush by attacking his insecurities. You see, George W. Bush was terribly anxious about living up to his father’s expectations. I mean, his father was a beloved president and George W. Bush knew he didn’t have the chops. But still, his father sort of pigeonholed him into the presidency. It’s a sad story about an even sadder man.

That’s a shame.

It sure is. As for Wolfowitz and Rumsfeld, well, they’ve had a neoliberal — or as I like to call it, a neolibtard — circle jerk for quite some time. They’ve always been war brokers and this was just another business plan as far as they were concerned. 

Well, this is all just so much to take in. If what you’re saying is true, it would change everything. And you’ll be going into far more detail about these and other conspiracies and government secrets in your upcoming book, right? 

Absolutely. I know it may seem presumptuous to think I’ve definitely got a book deal coming, but come on. If that jerk off Scaramucci can land a deal, then any idiot can. I mean, It’s a crazy time we’re living in. Hillary Clinton’s book [referring to Clinton’s book, What Happened], is a New York Times Best Seller, for crying out loud. This is the age of hack writers, I’m telling ya.

Is there any other conspiracy you’d like to confirm before our time is up?

The earth has been visited by extraterrestrial life. Roswell? Full of aliens. Our nation’s capitol? Also full of aliens. The whole “grays” thing is hogwash, though. The reptilian conspiracy theorists got it right. However, neither the Clintons nor the Obamas are themselves reptilians as some claim. No, they just work with them directly. But don’t hold your breath, Republicans, cause plenty of folks in the GOP work for them too. I’m sure he won’t admit it, but Paul Ryan plays pool with them every Saturday night. I’ll leave the rest up to the readers’ imaginations until the book comes out. But if you really can’t wait to find out then I suggest you find yourself a dealer and start smoking some DMT [referring to the potent psychoactive hallucinogen]. 

Well Mr. Sweeney, it’s been a pleasure. Thank you again for agreeing to this interview with me.

Anytime, Ms. Mahoney, anytime. 

#conspiracy #conspiracytheories #fakemoonlanding #bush did 9/11 #reptilians #CIA #news #satire

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• — [ kim taehyung / cis male / he / him  ]  ┆‹ ❝ oh, them? that’s daehyun park, one of vivienne’s precious sixteen. they’re known around here as a hawkeye, which works since they’re intelligent but also hedonistic. let’s hope they mess up soon, so another one can rise. ❞ ›

hello ya’ll !! sliding in risky business style to give you this chaotic as hell intro post because that’s what i’m good at !! my name is caitlyn, in 24,i live in cst and i’m so beyond exited to be here !! i will say that i’m really good at playing semi-trashy characters, and daehyun is really no different than that ?? in fact hes,,,, pretty yikes !! but i also live for anything pain and angst involved ?? ig i just love to hurt my babies ?? anyways, under the cut is some basic stats and a bit about tae’s personality. you can find his full bio right HERE ( it’s long, just a fair warning. ) & a basic list of wanted plots for him right HERE as well !!

feel free to like this and i’ll slide into your dms for plotting, or if you’d like, you can ask me for my discord because to be honest, i do tend to respond there a little bit quicker than i do on tumblr but i will be on most the evening !! can’t wait to start writing with ya’ll !! anyways, on to the important things !!

basic stats.

full name: park daehyun.

nickname(s): dae, hyun ( his mom made it sound like “hon” though ).

age: twenty-three.

date of birth: october 31st.

zodiac sign: scorpio.

place of birth: seoul, south korea.

gender: cismale.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

romantic orientation: bisexual.

religion: n/a.

language(s) spoken: english, korean, french, spanish, welsh, russian, japanese, italian, romanian, greek, gaelic and bulgarian.

physical appearance.

face claim: kim taehyung.

hair color: ever changing. ( currently silver )

eye color: brown.

height: 6′ 0″.

weight: 225 lbs.

build: athletic.

personality & traits.

label: the hedonist.

positive traits: charismatic, venturesome, intelligent, outgoing.

negative traits: hedonistic, impulsive, cocky, flirtatious.

fears: claustrophobia.

hobbies: playing video games, reading books / comics, boxing, pool, soccer, football, working out, playing guitar, playing piano, cooking, hiking, camping, fishing, golf.

quirks: believes in karma, fights for animal rights, fights for gender equality, fights for human rights, fights for marriage equality, wears mismatched socks ( sometimes ), counts stairs, plays with fire, plays a musical instrument, boxes, enjoys nature, tells the truth / can be brutally honest, uses bad puns whenever possible.

family.

father: park heonwoo.

mother: baek jisu.

adoptive father: graham james reed.

adoptive mother: isabel rose reed.

pet(s): none.

financial status: upper class.

tests.

myers-briggs: entp-a ( the debater )

enneagram: type 8 ( the challenger. )

moral alignment: lawful evil. ( the dominator. )

temperament: choleric.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

personality.

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him. because he really… doesn’t want to get hurt again & doesn’t want to put them @ risk.

wears glasses to read and mess w computers, but hates them a lot and probably won’t wear them if people are around.

wears a shit ton of suits???? but also wears tf out of jeans, v-necks, sweats, leather jackets and anything that makes him look like your typical fuckboi ?? it’s kinda his aesthetic.

is …. stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

his cars are literally his babies ??? like he ?? has a problem ??

a hotmess

loves halloween so much?? even though it’s his birthday?? he gets so hype for that holiday it’s unreal.

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators at meetings and the likes.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s actually v hurt inside because that’ll cause him to start having to deal with his feelings again, and he doesn’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet?? like if he’s speaking 2 u… its usually flirty as hell unless it has 2 do w business or he’s just known u for centuries ?

will try to get everyone to go to bars n parties with him because that’s his life in a nutshell ??

hella nerd on the inside though like owns so many comic books, loves to play video games, read books, plays piano / gutair & all that jazz.

super, super intelligent. could probably work @ nasa but instead he decided to do what he does & he honestly… ain’t complaining.

drinks..heavily..  like every night?? it’s a problem tbh.

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

full of horrible and cheesy pick up lines and jokes and frequently texts people said pick up lines and jokes.

owns a book that is full of nothing but blank pages and keeps it on his coffee table because he ‘relates’ to it.

is a highkey hoe but he keeps it on the dl

super into fitness as it’s a way to keep him away from drinking every evening.

loves boxing so much and can be seen at the gym quite a bit.. also has bruised knuckles 24/7 because of it as it’s a way to take out his aggression and feelings out on a punching bag?? esp whenever he hasn’t gotten a 'mission’ in a while

actually super kind and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall?? which is really hard to do due to his job but if u do it he’ll cherish u.

is one of those people who’s instagram feed is nothing but pictures of his dogs, suits, cars & food.

has a bad habit of smoking whenever he’s stressed out, which is usually all of the time so he smokes…. more than he should

will also talk about his dogs more often than he talks about his life.

highkey into cuddling and all the cute shit like that but would literally never tell a soul because then they’d see that he isn’t such a hardass.

is a burnt cupcake who has really good intentions but has EXTREMELY horrible execution skills. ( and no i don’t mean the violent kind bc he’s actually v good @ that )

#emerald:intros #❝ ✦ ◜that girl is a problem◞ — out of character. #this is a MESS #im sorry

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Random Thoughts

(This is a piece from my personal random thoughts diary, I decided to share it for no reason. I’m a little bit emotional right now haha)

Hey! it's been awhile. Ang dami ko naiisip these past few months but I never had the chance to write it down. For now my mind is filled with those thoughts about how people (to be specific those friends) na nain a relationship na. Those friends na nagbago since magkalovelife. I won’t mention any names, i don’t hate them anyway, im just upset and disappointed kung bkit kelangan magbago, when I was in their shoes, im always worried about how my friends will think about  our situations, will they understand? Could they adapt easily? will i be the one who should adjust.I remember how I asked my friend after a break up kung nagbago ba ko cause i dont want them to deal w/ my not so nice attitude. I wasnt perfect I admit, I havent handled it perfectly, i mean who can? Bakit ko nga ba kinocompare? I always thought that i've been bad or i was never a good friend, I made mistakes, I demand a lot, I just want a fair treatment. I know its too much. People or even my friends wont undestand me anyway. I dunno if I miss them, yes we grew apart, separate ways, is it just me? or we havent noticed it. I can enumerate them w/o knowing who are those, but im not gonna be rude or something. First thing first, or just a random people who recently come and go.

Lets begin with that #1 person who always there when I needed him the most. I mean when he was single, I always tell every problem I had, the serious ones or even the smallest and unimportant things that’s been happening to me. He always text me like im one of the most important girls in his life. He's not good at giving advice i'll be honest haha but i love how he comforts me as a friend, i've never felt so alone. Then every rant I make, he makes it easier for me to laugh about stupid things. Then I remember his last message, he couldn’t hang out anymore cause he has a girlfriend so I wish him the best. then that was it,  I never received any message from him anymore.  He's nice and all, pinagtyagaan nya ugali ko. and I cant even get mad because he's a good guy. It's funny na ganun na lang yun. Its funny in a painful way.

Okay lets move on to the next one, this guy #2 well he's my fave guy bestfriend. I mean a joker and he can make me laugh with just a blink of an eye. He's hilarious. I swear I wanna slap him all the time but I can share deep convo with him. He's a good guy in a naughty way. He always gets me even when Im mad. He got a worst relationship why? He's been fooled and cheated on and they're still together  til now. ye, reason why I wanna kick him and punch and throw him away, damn he's really stupid. He knows im mad about what happened i never wanted anyone to treat him like that but he's in love. Thats why he's avoiding me. Well we kinda talk a little sometimes but not like we used to. And I guess its fine. He's fine so go on dude ahaha

Next and probably the last, I wont mention the others cause I guess its gonna be too much. But I think this one is the most important of them all. I lost her #3, but she never lost me. never . I'll always be her bestfriend. Things got complicated between us, we never understand each other anymore, diffferent situations, different opinions. I made her cy and I always will if i didnt end it. I felt like it was my fault I, na carried away ako sa intense emotions ko. always, but I wont change, i am too emotional for her. I know she couldnt handle me, i knew from the start that she won't, I control my attitude when I was with her, Yes, I never showed who I really was, she know my dramatic and fun side. But that wasnt me afterall. I hide, to protect her, I hate myself. We wouldve been bestfriends if I let her know what kind of girl I am. Isnt it weird. na kahit matagal na kong kasama hindi pa rin ako kilala. That time I know she needed me, SHe needed me most of the time. I tried to reach out. But I cant, I wanted to help .  I dont know what i was thinking. She can understand me but there's a lot of sides that cannot be explained. Mystery, secrets..Ano nga ba talaga dahilan, she's been in a relationship lately, cant blame her for that, she deserves a good guy and there it is. pero i guess un ang naging reason pra mamis understood nmin ang isat isa. She's in love and Im broken. See the difference? She's sweet, Im bitter. She wanna hug someone, I wanna punch someone. Seems like eveything is contrary. I know nasa amin na yun ang pag aadjust. I just cant explain now, there's a big part of me nawala nung i end ang lahat but i wanna see the good side. I know she's fine w/o me. She has someone. And I got no one. But then maybe that's life is all about. We cant control who will enter and who will leave. Not even the reasons.

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Spring Break

By Tomeka Bien Aime

 I can see the rusting paint that indicates that it’s been here for a while, and the sounds of telephones ringing while people walk in and out. This is going to be a long day. As my stomach grumbles I begin to remember my last home cooked meal. Just a few days ago I was home with my mom around the table as we talked about today's issues. She always told me about the people I should stay clear of but that wasn't enough to make me not want to hang out with them. Looking up at my prison cell a feeling goes through me that tells me that the future is pretty much nonexistent at this point. Who knows that me of all people would be in this situation, the false charges of possession of drugs was against me right now and everything indicated that I was guilty. “How did I get myself in this mess?” I begin to think, and then I remember the words that repeated in my head from the beginning of the week: “There’s a first time for everything.”

24 Hours Ago

I was watching the clock as the seconds went by, waiting as patiently as I could for my Uncle Derek to pick me up. Spring break was officially going to start, a time for fun, parties and no regrets. This would be my first time going to Florida and spending time with my uncle, I was definitely excited. Packing was simple, saying goodbye to my mom was the hard part. This would be my first time being away from her I knew this was going to hard. Spring break was my time to find myself and I was definitely going to take advantage of this. With the strict mother I have, life outside the house was nonexistent. I never had the chance to experience all the things teenagers are supposed to. This was my chance.

“Who am I?” is the question that i’m trying to answer by the end of this trip. Because currently I'm not the person I want to be, I’m the person my mom wants me to be. Here's my day-to-day playbook. Wake up, go to school, and then come home. You'd expect that with this weekday schedule the weekends would be my time to have fun, but nope. Instead of going out with my friends I'm still stuck here. Living like this has changed me as a person into believing that I'm better off staying away from the world, better off alone. But no, I refuse to fully believe in this. I don't want to be the shy girl that doesn't know how to make conversation based on events that happen on social media because I'm not really allowed on the internet.

My mom tries to hide from today's society but what she fails to realize is that the more she keeps it away from me the more I yearn for it, and if the opportunity comes to get away I take it no matter the struggle that might come along with it. I don't want to be the girl that quakes in fear when someone I don't know tries to talk to me. I know there's no point of trying to create a friendship if it won't last. Most friendships are built upon face-to-face contact and connections but that idea is nonexistent to me.

I have great grades and I know what to stay clear of, yet still even when I ask to even go to something as simple as the movies there's hesitation. I fear that even my two best friends from middle school will forget about me. Our current electronic friendship is fine for now but the thought of only being friends through the web is irritating. I don't want to be the person I am now by the time I get back home. Once I get back things will be different, and if my mom believes that I will continue to be the girl that sits at home all day she's wrong. Hopefully by the end of this trip I’ll be able to know who I truly am on my own terms and not based on who my mom wants me to become.

The ride there was awkward at first but one song changed that, “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls. I watched as he said every verse and seeing as most guys would find it girly, I knew there was something different about him. Once the song finished that's when the conversations started. It jumped all over the place from music to books and movies to school. After an hour and a half we arrived at the house and I was finally starting to pay attention to my surroundings. The house was the perfect size: a garage, driveway, and backyard—everything I've ever wanted. Living in a building complex all my life it was a good change of scenery. Once I settled and we ate food I stepped outside for the fresh air and sun. That's when I saw a guy and a girl walking towards me.

Ofe and Bird (Beatrice)

He stood tall, chin up as if he was ready to face anything in life that came his way, while the girl next to him walked as if she was a fashion model making her way down the runway. With confidence in their strides as they made their way towards me, I had no idea what to expect.

“Hi I'm Ofe and this is Beatrice” Ofe laughed as he turned toward his friend.

“Please call me Bird instead. He does that on purpose since he knows how much it irritates me to be called Beatrice. I'm assuming it's his own annoying form of amusement” Bird said rolling her eyes in a playful manner.

“Nice to meet you guys. I'm Francesca, but everyone calls me Frankie,” I said. From then on our conversation continued and everything just seem to flow with them as if we'd known eachother for years. Even Derek jumped into the convo. Who knew he would be up to date with our terminology but then again he's only 24.

“Wait! I just remembered, are you going to NASA tonight” Bird shouted with wide eyes. I gave them a look of confusion because I was totally lost. Maybe they weren’t as normal as I thought. Within seconds everyone was laughing uncontrollably—I'm assuming it had to do with my facial expression—except for me because I was still confused as to why they were going to NASA, a space station that was most likely far away from here.

Five minutes later Ofe, the only one that had gained control, spoke up.

“It's the name of the house where the annual YOLO party takes place,” he said. “Ohh I don't really think that would be the place for me I'm not really a party person but then again how would I know if I've never really been to a true teenage party,” I said slightly embarrassed.

“You should go, it's the party every teen wants to see. Look, I'll go get my wallet. Ofe, Bird, take her to the mall, buy a new outfit, come back here to change so we can take photos, then you could head off to the party. But try and be back around 1:30, 2 at the latest,” Derek said.

Without a moment to react or even decline the offer seeing as this would be my very first actually party, Derek was already inside. The thought of going shopping with strangers that I just met wasn't very tempting, but seeing as how Derek already knew who they were and they seemed like a great bunch, I decided that I might as well make new friends while I was here.

Once we arrived at the mall we did everything from truth or dare to running from security guards. When I say that this was the most eventful and fun day of my life it's no understatement. After a few hours of fun we finally found outfits and were ready to go. As we left the mall my happiness was disturbed by the sound of a group of guys picking on a girl that was probably a few years younger than us. Without thinking I was on my way towards them. My blood was boiling to a point where I couldn’t control it and it was time I gave them a piece of my mind.

“Is this the only thing you could find yourself doing for fun, picking on an innocent person that hasn't even done anything? Why don't you find something useful to do with your life?” I said.

“What an attitude, maybe you're worth keeping. You must be Derek's niece. I heard you'd be around. I'm Rico,” said the stranger with a smirk as he rubbed his hand against my cheek. He was tall with a caramel skin tone and two French braids that reached the middle of his back. He had a sharp jawline and was wearing a sleeveless shirt. He probably would be able to make any girl melt but I wasn't having it at the moment.

“How dare you. What am I, some object you?” my hand was just about to make contract with his face when Ofe caught it.

“Umm she didn't really mean to do that, she's just having a bad day. We should go,” Ofe said. Before I could even respond I was already being pulled away.  “I didn't know you're the type to get into other people's problems. We can't take you anywhere can we.” Ofe laughed but my face still screamed anger.

“Who was that jerk anyway,” I asked.

“That's Rico the trouble maker. All he does is deal drugs and start trouble, it's best to stay away from him,” said Bird as we began walking back to the car. Once we got back we all changed our clothes, took pictures and talked until it was time to go. “Tonight is going to be spectacular,” Bird said as we stepped out the door, ready to face the world.

The party that everyone lives to see

From the end of the block you could feel the bass from the music. It was a surprise that the neighbors hadn’t called and complained. But then again, with a party as active as this who's to say that they’re not in there themselves. We all looked at each other once in front of the door. We said nothing but through the looks in each others’ eyes one message was clear: This would be the night we broke all rules, had no regrets, and lived up to the motto, “There’s a first time for everything.”

After hours of dancing and jumping I needed to use the restroom. Once I finished I was walking towards the stairs to jump back into the party when I was pulled into the bedroom. It was Rico, the jerk. I could smell the alcohol from where I stood.

“Now that we're alone, maybe now you could consider the thought of me and you getting together,” he said with a smile that would usually charm most girls. I tilted my head with a smile most convincing.

“Never in a million years will the thought ever come to me. You see you’re the type of guy that I despise. The one that believes that they're above anything and everything and for that I wish you a long time of loneliness.” I began to walk away when I felt my body slam into the wall. The impact of the wall to my head made everything blurry. I felt Rico’s hands rubbing my lower back and kissing my neck. I tried my hardest to push him off but nothing seemed to work. Tears streamed down my face, a feeling of fire with every tear shed. This was not how I planned to end the night.  “Get off of me, Rico,” I screamed, hoping someone would hear.

Within 5 seconds here comes Ofe, practically kicking down the door and pulling me away. Two punches later we were back into the party.

“We really can’t leave you alone anywhere, huh Frankie,” said Ofe. Once in the center dancing again, getting my blood flowing, here comes a laughing jumpy Bird coming towards us.

“Where did you go, I’ve been looking for you guys everywhere. I hear cops are being called, we should probably leave” Bird said. It was 4 o'clock in the morning. I was drunk, I smelled like alcohol and weed, and to add to it I was definitely way past curfew. I was really gonna dread the next day to come.

The Next Morning

Waking up the next morning, a migraine hit me like a baseball bat to the head. I turned towards the counter in search of my phone but all I saw was some water and some aspirin. My heart was beating rapidly as I made my way to the kitchen. I didn't know what to expect. I would never be able to come home drunk if I was still with my mom but hopefully things were different with my uncle.

Derek sat at the breakfast table.

“I hope you had a good time,” he said with a smile. With anxiety building up I couldn't tell if he was being humorous or if my punishment was already being set up.

“Am I in trouble? I’d rather find out now rather than later. I know you trusted me to go to this party and be responsible enough to come back when you told me to, but I'm sorry. I feel like I broke your trust. I understand if you plan on sending me back home,” I said as uncontrollable tears sprang down my eyes. It all came out so quickly I wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t heard a single word. Within three steps I was embraced in a hug.

“I know what it's like growing up in a place where you have no freedom and the one moment you get a taste of it, of course you wanna savor the moment. That was the life of my sister and I. We grew up being told that if we stayed in then we won't get in touch with the bad people the world has to offer, and seeing as how our future turned out pretty well by listening to these rules I assume your mom is trying to pass that trait onto you. However, what my parents and my sister failed to realize is that staying locked in kept us from reaching our true potential of who we really are. I wanted you to come down here for the break to have the time of your life so you could see what life outside of home is like. Now I'm getting way too emotional. I'm going to the garage, get yourself something to eat then we'll have a day out on the town,” Derek said with an award-winning smile.

“Alrighty I’m gonna go get my phone from the car,” I chuckled. Once I got to the car I reached over to the dashboard for my phone. I had almost a million messages from my mom, Bird, and Ofe, but the one that stood out to me was from Rico. It read, “You sure you don’t wanna go out this is your last chance before your world comes crumbling down before you - Rico.” Without a second thought I close my phone and threw it in my pocket without responding to him. Suddenly out of nowhere I heard police sirens heading my way. Before I had time to react the cops were out their cars running towards me. Within an instant I was pushed out of the way. I stood there confused, not knowing what was going on.

I watched as cops analyzed the drugs planted in the car, drugs that I didn't even know the name of. I turned around slowly, knowing the next few words would go like this: “You're under arrest for the..” In the motion of me turning i saw the shock in Derek’s eyes. If I hadn’t disappointed him before he definitely was now. Who knows what he could be thinking. Then out of the bushes I caught a glimpse of Rico. I watched as amusement ran across his face at the sight of me in cuffs. This was really living up to my spring break mantra of “There's a first time for everything.”

Present

How did I get myself in this mess I begin to think, then remember the words that repeated in my head from the beginning of the week: “There’s a first time for everything.” Who was I before? I was the girl that shakes in fear of the thought of being the center of attention. The one that believed that there no point in starting a conversation with people you know won't stay in your life for long. The one that began to like the idea of staying home and got scared at the thought of going outside. Who am I now? I'm the girl willing to take risks for the good of others. The one that knows that there are moments when I should step out of my comfort zone to get to know others around me. In all honesty it's not that hard. The one that know about consequences because that's all I've been preached to about since I was young. Finally, the one that know it's important to live life to the fullest because you have no idea what tomorrow brings. Through everything I always have to remember, “There's a first time for everything.”

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