Ancient sculpture of bell-skirted woman draws interest at Malatya Museum
A sculpture of a woman dating back to 2,000 B.C., discovered in the İmamoğlu mound on an island in the Karakaya Dam Lake in Turkey’s eastern province of Malatya, has been drawing great interest from visitors at the Malatya Museum.
The eight-centimeter tall sculpture of a woman wearing a bell skirt was discovered during excavations by archaeologist Edibe Uzunoğlu at the mound between 1980 and 1987.
Malatya Museum official and art historian Samet Erol said the excavations at the İmamoğlu mound had unearthed artifacts from the early Hellenistic, Roman, Iron, Bronze and Chalcolithic ages.
Erol said war tools and jewelry had been unearthed at the mound, bearing remarkable traces of life up to 4,000 years ago. Read more.
I feel like Jason is the kind of person to use language colorful enough to be a warhol in normal passing conversation, but to use hilarious cuss-replacement words when in high stress situations that usually condone swearing, like
“What the f*** was that restaurant boy, I said give that f***ing chip bag back to me you son of a b****.”
as opposed to
“What the hey diddly heck just happened?! I think the flipping harbor was blown up!”
I wrote this at like 2 a.m. in the morning, but I hope you all enjoy! I meant to
only write like 1.5k words but found myself going over, hehehe. It hurt me to
write an angsty ending :^( !! BUT~ if you all really enjoy it then, maybe I’ll
write a part two for ya’ll? Let me know, you guys decide!
- Admin Mochi
“Flight A22 to Seoul, South Korea is now
boarding. Would all passengers proceed to gate B26.”
Y/N cheerfully made her way to
terminal B knowing that in about fifteen hours she would be back where it had
Y/N sat in her seat as everyone else made
their way out to the cafeteria, she had always hated crowded places and even so
it wasn’t like she had any excuse to be there, not like she had any friends.
She unpacked her lunch on her wooden desk, enjoying the silence. Being the new
kid was hard, despite her parents having chosen an international school for her
most of the students there were Koreans who were sent so they could improve
their English. For the most part there was only a small handful of foreign
teens like herself. Having enrolled there as a junior she had realized most
kids already had their own little cliques, which made it hard for her to try to
enter any of them. Besides that, she didn’t even speak Korean very well which
made it even more challenging to make any friends.
“What are you doing here?” Y/N
was brought out of her thoughts by her classmate, she looked over to see a
tanned male standing by the doorway.
“Eating.” She replied curtly as
she motioned to her food.
“Classrooms are for learning,
cafeterias are for eating in.” he mused getting closer to her. Y/N could feel
her face heat up in embarrassment as she looked down at the floor not knowing
what to say. “I’m kidding.” He added with a giggle. “But I do wonder, what are
you doing eating in here all alone?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” she
said before taking a bite of her dumpling “I don’t have any friends.” She
replied casually, for a while she waited for his reply but it never came. She
could hear rustling besides her as she continued to eat, she didn’t dare look
to her right knowing he was still there probably judging her.
“Now you do!” the brown eyed
male replied enthusiastically, Y/N looked over to see he had unpacked his lunch
on the desk besides her. He smiled as he looked at her, it had been a while
since she had received a genuine smile. “Because I’ll be your friend.”
“Y/N, wait up!” yelled Jongin as he pushed
through the crowd of students to catch up to her.
“Eh, Jongin?” she asked tilting
her head at her panting friend. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly.
“Yes, but goddamn for someone so
short you sure are fast.” He said running his hand through his messy light
brown hair. “I had to jog here just to catch up with you.”
“Lemme guess, you fell asleep
during history again and want to copy my notes?” she asked rolling her eyes as she
started to take off her backpack in order to take her notebook out.
“No!” he yelled defensively.
“That was one time, will you let it go? I just wanted to walk home with you.”
“It was twice.” She corrected
putting her backpack back on. “And don’t you live the opposite way?”
“And? I’ll be walking you
home from now on, so get used to it.” He replied with a grin. “I could use the
exercise anyway.” Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him, he was too cute.
“Why do you keep avoiding me? Do you hate me?”
she asked frowning as she stood in front of Jongin. After searching for about
half of their lunch period she had finally found him sitting crossed legged on
the school’s rooftop, refusing to even look at her. “Jongin please, you- you’re
my only friend… Please, I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry… So please stop
avoiding me, please don’t hate me.” She begged as she buried her face into her palms.
He could see little droplets land on the ground in front of him.
“Ya- Yah! Don’t cry!” he said in
a panic. “I don’t hate you… but I do hate feeling like this.” He said gently
wiping her tears.
“Like what?” she choked out
between sobs. Jongin frowned, he hated seeing her cry, but what he hated the
most was that he was the one who made her cry.
“It- You wouldn’t understand…”
he replied letting out a sigh as his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“No, I wouldn’t because you
won’t tell me!” she shrieked in frustration. “I’m your best friend, why can’t
you just tell me?” she wasn’t one to pry, but if whatever was bothering him was
causing him to distance himself from her then she needed to know.
“Exactly! Because you my best
friend…It’s…- Ugh, it’s nothing. “
“It’s nothing? Is that
what our friendship is to you too?”
“Y/N… No, fine I’ll tell you.”
He said before taking a deep breathe. “I hate the feeling I get whenever guys
try to flirt with you, I hate when I see guys checking you out in public
because only I should be allowed to do that, I hate when you smile at any other
guy that’s not me because they don’t deserve to see your cute little dimples,
but what I hate the most is the thought of you with someone that’s not me!” his
laced with anger and sadness.
“Wh- What are you trying to
say?” if she didn’t know any better she would have guessed that was a
“What I’m trying to say is… I
really like you Y/N. Since the moment you transferred here you caught my eye,
when I saw you sitting alone that day I took it as an opportunity to finally
approach you and get to know you. I know you probably only see me as a best
friend and nothing more, I understand… I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t control how
feel… I just didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our
“I thought that maybe my
feelings for you would fade away-“
“-but they only grew stronger
the more and more time I spent by your side-“
“Jongin oppa!” she yelled
finally getting his attention.
“Wh- What?” she had never seen
him looking so nervous.
“I like you too.”
“What do you want to eat?” Y/N
asked already knowing the answer.
“Chicken!” her boyfriend replied
cutely, sometimes she wondered if he loved chicken more than her.
“I don’t even know why I ask
anymore.” She said with a chuckle as she placed the order. Every Friday after
school they would go over to one of their houses, order in, watch movies and
cuddle until midnight. It was something they both looked forward to, currently
he was scrolling through his tablet trying to find a movie they would both
enjoy. Less than thirty minutes after the order was placed they could hear the
door bell ringing.
“Jongin oppa, can you get that?”
she yelled from upstairs. “Wait, where’d the delivery boy go?” she asked after running
back downstairs holding her card. “Yah, did you pay again?” she asked pouting.
“Of course, I don’t know how
many times I have to tell you this, but I’m your boyfriend which means it’s my
job to take care of you. Now sit down and enjoy, the movie is starting.” He said
smiling sweetly while patting the empty spot next to him.
“Jongin oppa…” she called out softly as he
pushed her on the swing.
“I…I love you.” She said loud
enough for him to hear, she could feel her swing come to a stop. Jongin wrapped
his arms around her waist from behind while she continued to sit.
“I love you too.” He whispered
before kissing the top of her head.
“Oppa… We need to talk.” Y/N said sitting up
from the bench, she had asked to meet him at their favorite park. Jongin was
confused by her sudden request but happy because he would get to see her.
“…Y/N, is there something
wrong?” he was scared, because ‘we need to talk’ was usually something you
would tell someone before you broke up with them.
“I don’t know how to say this
“Are you breaking up with me?”
her heart broke hearing his voice crack, she could see his eyes water then she
felt her own water as well.
“It’s not that I want to but-“
“But what? Do you not love me
anymore? Y/N, please! I- I’m sorry if I did anything to upset or anger you.
Just please don’t break up with me, I promise I’ll be a better boyfriend!” his
hands held both of hers close, she was going to miss his warm touch.
“I do love you Jongin! I love
you so much oppa…” here came the waterworks, she had never been a crybaby but
Jongin sometimes brought out emotions she never knew she had.
“Then why? WHY?” she could tell
he was trying hard not to cry, his eyes were closed tightly trying to prevent
his tears from escaping and his jaw was clenched.
“I’m moving back to the states…
I’ll be doing my senior year over there.”
“It’s because of my parent’s
job, you know how it is…”
“What about me?”
“You think I want this?
Just when I was getting accustomed to a new country, a new culture, a new life…
and just when I finally found someone…” Jongin pulled her in and held her
wait for you.” He suddenly blurted.
wait for you, after you finish high school over there you can come back for
college here, it’ll only be one year apart.” She was baffled, Y/N had thought
about that but she didn’t have the guts to bring it up because she was too
scared to hear his reply.
one year though Jongin-“
only one year out of the rest of our lives, Y/N you should already know by now
how much I love you. I don’t mind waiting, because I know you’ll come back to
me.” Hearing his words made her heart skip a beat, she had always wondered if
Jongin thought they had a future together and now she had her answer.
“Promise you’ll wait for
me?” she could feel his arms break away from the embrace causing her to panic.
“I promise baby, I promise
I’ll wait forever if I have to.” He said looking straight into her eyes before
offering his pinky to her.
“Y- Yah! Don’t make promises
you can’t keep!”
“I’m not, I’m serious
Y/N.” his voice was stern and his face was solemn. “I promise to wait, but you
have to promise you’ll come back to me.”
“Of course, I promise
oppa, I’ll come back to you.” With that she laced her small pinky with his,
both intertwined as they smiled at one another.
“I love you, Y/N.” he said
breaking away and cupping her cheeks.
“I love you too.” Her
voice was timid, but full of sincerity. It hurt knowing it would be a while until
she stood before him like this again.
“Shh, don’t cry everything
will be okay. If you’re like this now, imagine when I’m not around… You have to
be strong for me, for you, for us.” His fingers gently wiped her tears away.
know… but I’m going to miss you so much!” a small sad smile played on his lips
before he brought her back into his arms.
still right here, you know?” his voice soft, but soothing. “We’re still going
to call and text each other and occasionally video chat, so cheer up!“ he
could feel her bury her face into his chest as her sobs died down. She broke
away and pouted up at him, her eyes were red and a bit puffy from her crying,
to him she looked like a cute little fish.
Seoul is fourteen hours ahead of where I’ll be!”
I don’t care, we’ll make it work.” She could see determination written all over
his face, Y/N smiled and nodded, anything was possible.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he
whispered against her lips, she could feel him pressed against her and it only
excited her more.
“Yes, I want you Jongin oppa.” She moaned
tangling her fingers into his messy brown hair knowing that he too, wanted this
just as much as she did.
“I love you so much, Y/N…” Jongin whispered
as he aligned himself against her entrance, words couldn’t describe how happy
he was to finally show her how much he loved her. Y/N whined softly, her pretty
face was contorted in pain after he fully entered her. He kissed her lovingly
trying to ease her pain because that was last thing he wanted her to feel right
“Oppa… Move.” She moaned lewdly as she broke
away from the kiss and threw her head back overwhelmed with pleasure.
guess this is goodbye…” she mumbled looking down at her feet.
this is just I’ll see you later, you dummy.” He said shaking his head as they
stood in front of her terminal, her flight was boarding in five minutes.
oppa… Thank you for everything.” He could hear her sniffling, he prayed she wouldn’t
cry because he didn’t know how much more he could hold it in. “I- I love you,
Kim Jongin…” just like her he couldn’t keep himself from crying.
love you too, baby… Remember our promise.” He said trying to smile, her small
hand gently caressed his cheeks.
course, I’ll see you soon… Try not to miss me too much.” She replied with her
own meek smile.
that’s my line!” he couldn’t help but laugh, she sure was something. Y/N gently
pulled on his collar, bringing him down a bit as she got on her tippy toes and
pressed her lips against his. He was shocked, despite their salty tears the
kiss was sweet.
Dozens of memories flooded her mind
all at once as she sat through the flight. She didn’t know if it was because
she was nervous or excited but she wasn’t able to sleep. She worked so hard to
get here, being able to set foot back on Korean soil was well worth the hard
work. For the past twelve months Y/N had worked her ass off like never before.
She spent a majority of her time studying for her SAT, volunteering, and
studying for school in order to build her credentials to apply for Seoul
National University. Being ranked number one in the country, four in Asia, and
fifty worldwide, it was a hard school to get into but that was where her and
Jongin had agreed to attend. The last couple of months of school were the
hardest because she and Jongin seemed to always be studying for some sort of
exam. Because of that they talked less and less, the different time zones
didn’t help either. As much as it hurt to barely hear from Jongin, she
understood because she was on the same boat.
The moment she saw her acceptance
letter from SNU she cried tears of joy, she had sacrificed her last twelve
months for that piece of paper that would one day reunite her and Jongin once
more. Initially, she wanted to call and tell him the moment she got it, but
then it occurred to her, what better way to tell him than in person. After a
week of packing and a tearful goodbye to her parents she was back on the other
side of the world. She arrived about one month before classes were scheduled to
start, that means she had a whole month to catch up with him.
Y/N smiled as she made her way out
of her hotel room, she would have to bare living there for two weeks. Her hard
work had gotten her farther than she expected, she would be attending SNU on a
full scholarship which included on campus living. She didn’t have to worry
about living expenses or anything for that matter.
On her first official day back in
Seoul she happily strolled through the park, the same park that held memories
of her and Jongin. They would often meet there and he would push her on the
swing or buy her ice cream while they watched the dogs play. She still
remembers the day Jongin had asked her what kind of dog they should get
together, maybe now they could turn that fantasy into a reality.
Her ears perked hearing a familiar
voice, her eyes filled with panic knowing it belonged to none other than him.
She quickly pulled her gray hoodie over herself and hid behind a nearby tree.
Y/N peeked to take a better look, she was right it was him. His previously
light brown hair was now platinum blonde, his tan skin was slightly paler
probably from all the time he spent indoors studying, and he had a more
muscular build. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, she wanted nothing
more than to run up to him and kiss him until her lips were sore and swollen,
but there was something stopping her and that was another woman. She felt as if
someone had their hand wrapped around her throat, she found it difficult to
breathe as she watched her whole world crumble before her eyes.
He was accompanied by a tall pretty
girl, with long black her, and porcelain skin. She laughed and chatted comfortably
with him as they walked through the park together, the same park he used to
bring her to. Did he replace me already?
she whined tugging at his sleeve. “Buy me
some ice cream!” the girl said pointing over at the small shop located
across the park. Jongin rolled his eyes, but nonetheless smiled.
I love you oppa!” she squealed happily as she wrapped her arm around his.
yeah, you only love me because I’m buying you ice cream.” He replied with a
I say it cause I mean it~” she argued back pouting her cherry red lips.
love you too.” He said placing his arm around her shoulders as they made
their way to the crosswalk.
Y/N felt betrayed. He had promised
that he would wait, forever if he had to but maybe even forever had an end. Then
it hit her, those past twelve months, fifty-two weeks, three hundred and
sixty-five days had all gone to waste. So,
he never really loved me? It was all a lie, this whole time while I was busy
working my ass off he was with another girl… Y/N bit her lip as she walked
closer to the two, her identity safely protected by the hoodie but despite that
she still kept a distance. By the time she had made it to the crosswalk the
light had turned red again, the two had safely made it to the other side while
she watched from the opposite end. She could still see him as he open the door
for her, she could see the way they interacted and it was sickening. She took
one last glance before she walked away, there was no point in getting any
closer to them because she would only be torturing herself.
That night she had spent with him
had probably meant nothing to him, all those memories they had created together
were probably nonexistent to him, and everything he had told her was probably a
lie, just like his promises which were nothing more than empty words at this
point. Her tears blurred her vision as she dragged herself back to the hotel, despite
that she was able to make it back safely. Y/N threw herself on the bed and cried,
this was only the beginning because her next four years here would be nothing
more than a living hell. Part of his last words were ‘I’ll see you later’ but his actions today screamed ‘goodbye’.
‘I promise baby, I
promise I’ll wait forever if I have to.’
How long had been forever to him, one week?
One month? She often heard nothing was forever and she hated to admit that
whoever first said that was right.
A) the fact that he has an entire nation of people that can back him up when wade does a wade
B) being the king of two empires
C) having a great community that will love him unconditionally and that he loves back just as much
my impression is that a lot of detransitioned ppl who are now terf women are super traumatized and just want a way to understand their own experiences with cultish trans communities and abuse and doctors and like….honestly ? That’s Relatable . I hate most trans men’s spaces and i hate doctors and I hate men as an institution
its just they run into this wall of Raymond and get bogged down into this morass of hatred bc there aren’t other discourses readily available to engage in
we need to figure out how to accept that some people who id as trans men are going to detransition or change their relation to womanhood again(which is itself so hard legally and medically and puts ppl in another vulnerable place re:doctors ) and we need to have a way for trans communities to continue to engage and love and accept people who detransition or think they might b trans but then don’t transition or who go back to identifying as women and we need to make sure that our rhetoric of transsexuality and whatever doesn’t make it a choice between , identifying as a trans man Or Leaving My Trans Friends And Hating Trans Women to Try To Love My Own Womanhood
With cis terfs who never did the trans thing I think we just need to like get em to read stuff by trans women that’s not memoirs about gender , like fiction, poetry, etc, and also read Joanne meyerowitz , and like sit em down n just have a convo about what they think womanhood means and who falls outside of that–because a trans exclusionary feminism will also always be a feminism that excludes Multiple kinda women— and why that’s an issue
i think cults and violent threats and hatred cannot get people where we need them to be to join ppl together to live and nurture one another etc
but also like….many many trans ppl r also rlly bad at talking abt gender like it’s a real problem so idk if we r gonna get there