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Defects (M)

Muses: jungkook x reader
Genre: Angsty angst angst
Warning: mentions of cheating, sex (it’s all over the place) and plain old defect in the soulmate system.
Words: 4.1k
Note: Wrote all this Jungkook’s cover, Beautiful, a Goblin OST is on replay.

Concept: Every time you meet your soulmate, your pocket watch will start counting down the time you have with them until you part. For the amount of time you’re away from each other, whether it’s a month, a day, or just hours, the time is at a pause as your watch stares back at you with unmoving hands on the 12th hour. When you meet again, the countdown restarts.

Summary: Your watch comes alive in Jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. The moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights Jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. When your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with.

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"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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Cheat Sheets: Saturn - Restrictions and Lessons

I find it hard to….

Saturn in Aries: Express myself in a healthy way, feel good about my appearance, know who I am

Saturn in Taurus: Keep myself financially stable, allow myself to be treated, buy things for myself, relax

Saturn in Gemini: Communicate with others, learn things easily, express my thoughts properly

Saturn in Cancer: Be on my own, let my guard down, let go of the past

Saturn in Leo: Be noticed, express myself the way I want, be creative, take constructive criticism

Saturn in Virgo: Make time for myself, relax, take criticism, let others down

Saturn in Libra: Relate to others, establish strong connections with others, let myself fall in love

Saturn in Scorpio: Let go of grudges, make changes, reveal things about myself

Saturn in Sagittarius: Break free from old belief systems, be open minded to other beliefs, be adventurous

Saturn in Capricorn: Let go of ingrained beliefs, let myself have fun, break away from tradition

Saturn in Aquarius: Express how I feel, make friends, express my ideas

Saturn in Pisces: Stand up for myself, trust others, follow my intuition, know where I stand

This interferes with…

Saturn in the 1st House: My sense of identity, my physical presence and self-image

Saturn in the 2nd House: My finances and sense of security

Saturn in the 3rd House: My communication and thought processes

Saturn in the 4th House: My home and family life

Saturn in the 5th House: My ego and creative expression

Saturn in the 6th House: My work and how I help others

Saturn in the 7th House: My relationships and business affairs

Saturn in the 8th House: My sex life and ability to grow

Saturn in the 9th House: My knowledge and beliefs

Saturn in the 10th House: My public image, career and reputation

Saturn in the 11th House: My social life

Saturn in the 12th House: My subconscious, spirituality and my intuition

So this silly bitch Jim Comey starts investigating Hillary Clinton for her shitty handling of emails back in summer 2016. Just before the election rolls into town, he decides to send a letter to Congress saying, “Oh shit, son, we got a pantload of new emails to look at!” Then three days before the election, he shrugs that shit off with “Eh, we just found some cat GIFs and pics of Anthony Weiner’s dick, which is sad but not illegal.” But it doesn’t matter – everyone thinks Hillary Clinton is the Baba Yaga of emails at this point. Trump wins the election.

Word spreads pretty quick that Trump may have some ties to Russia, whom we now suspect meddled in the election worse than Scooby and the gang meddled in the day-to-day business affairs of your average haunted amusement park. And by “some ties,” I mean everyone Trump has appointed, worked with, met, or looked at is probably a sleeper Russian agent who, when given the signal, will together form Mecha-Putin. So Comey heads up an investigation into the Trump/Russia ties, and along the way Sally Yates gets fired, and so does Preet Bharara – both of whom are looking into Team Trump’s connections to Russia. Well ain’t that a bitch?

Then in comes Trump out of the blue with the firing of Comey, claiming it was because of how he dealt with the emails months previously – something which Trump publicly praised Comey for at the time.

What in the merciful fuck is going on?

Forget Fake, This News Is Certifiably Insane

dlightwoodbane  asked:

Hi Cassie! I really love your books and I’m super exciting for LoS's release (one week!!!). I can't wait to see the Lightwood-Bane family. However I’m writing you because I’ve a question: I’d like to know why Magnus’s title is “High Warlock of Brooklyn “. Should not be “of New York”? Otherwise I’m asking if there was a Warlock for each New York’s boroughs. The question is born thinking about Ragnor, who was the High Warlock of London and Malcom, who was the High Warlock of LA. Thank you!

The title of High Warlock is something that warlocks determine among themselves. Since there aren’t very many of them, sometimes a warlock will start using the title “High Warlock” because they are the only warlock around. In other cases, a group of warlocks in a given area will choose one of their number for the title; usually the one who is most powerful, or most open to conducting business with Shadowhunters and other Downworlders. There are many cities and towns that have no warlocks, and thus, no High Warlock. There are also cities that have warlocks but no High Warlock, since many warlocks like to lie low and are not interested in the title.

Warlocks have occasionally fought over the title, but they are usually able to come to an understanding civilly.

For Magnus’s part, he likes Brooklyn, and keeps very busy with the affairs he conducts there. After living in the city for awhile, he decided that if he was going to be a High Warlock, a single borough was a more manageable area than all five. : ) Also I thought it was hilarious, but that’s me…

At this point, the other boroughs have warlocks who live in or frequent them, but none have been interested in stepping into the role of High Warlock. (Maybe this has to do with the New York state of mind—they all just want to mind their own business.)

The Second House - The House of Possessions

This is the second part of a twelve part series briefly explaining how the signs work in each house. Enjoy!

The Second House is known as the house of possessions because it represents the things we own in life, whether it be material goods or the possessions of ourselves as people with emotions, talents, needs, wants, etc. In today’s time the way we use our second house is by owning things to make our lives better, like owning a house to have a roof over your head, but often times the resources vary, and can also be like making a living out of singing. It is also a representation of our self confidence and self esteem. It is how we project ourselves to the world of what we aim to be. “The First House impulse is to create, and the Second House is to ask if that creation is sustainable.” 

*Do note that the houses are also influenced by the planets they are in, however, I am only discussing the signs and their influences.

Aries in the Second House: With this placement, competitiveness is a large factor. The way you choose to achieve greatness is by always trying to be better than someone else, even a past version of yourself. You always want to continue pushing forward and you’re willing to push your body to its limits as well. Very headstrong, you have the ability to be a leader at work, maybe even CEO. 

Taurus in the Second House: Taurus is the natural ruler of the second house so it is comfortable here. You seek for peace and serenity in its most simplistic form. You want to dig your hands into the dirt, be one with nature, and this is how you put your resources out into the world. You want to heal the earth and the people in it. Very stable, you are a person who is confident in themselves.

Gemini in the Second House: For you, your greatest tool for success is your great ideas and skillful ways of communicating. You can talk up ideas of how to make money, sometimes not achieving them, but you are able to adapt to any financial situation. What you wish for in life is not so much materialistic things but rather things that hold a sentimental value.

Cancer in the Second House: Emotions and the strong impact they have on us play a key part in this placement. You use emotions and seeing beyond the physical to make better decisions for yourself. If you are not financially secure it can cause you to feel weary and stressed. You take pleasure in nurturing others and it can very well become the way you establish your career. 

Leo in the Second House: Believe it or not, but your greatest resource in life is you. You use your charm, and the fact that people like you, to act as a leader. You are confident in standing up for yourself and others. As a Leo, you aim for the pleasures in life and showing others that those are the tools for happiness. Most importantly, you wish for people to admire you and your greatness. 

Virgo in the Second House: Your greatest resource is your thought process and your want to understand everything as a whole. You want to use the information you’ve gathered to build a life of stability. You are very detail oriented and intricate in the ways of planning something to create the best possible outcome. Everyone has a job and you ensure to help them know that for not just your sake but everyone’s sake. 

Libra in the Second House: If there is one skill most people seek to do well in any profession is having people skills. With this placement, you are in luck because that is your greatest asset. Partnership is important to you so you’re a natural peacemaker who wants to ensure everyone gets along. You feel most secure when you are linked to others and have a strong sense of balance with your emotions. 

Scorpio in the Second House: There is an intense energy with this placement because of the strong Pluto influences. Your greatest strength is asking to see the things society wishes to not see. You are not afraid to seek truth in whatever form it is, may it be taboo, sex, obsessions, subjects most people feel uncomfortable to talk about. You have the ability to endure the darkest depths of life in order to help heal yourself and others for greater change.

Sagittarius in the Second House: As ever growing as the Sagittarius is, you are always looking for new ways to be the best you can be. You have a strong thirst for knowledge and you use it to improve your life. You like to spend money on only the basics so you do not wish for a higher income like most. You’re not afraid to take risks with money which can be a positive attribute because you do not let money control your life. 

Capricorn in the Second House: Like most, you seek financial security and you are willing to work very hard for it. You may see that you might have to work harder than others to seek this greatness or even relying on the help of others. You can be cheap in your spending because you’d rather get by in life with the simple things than to spend extravagantly. An authoritative figure, you can be an entrepreneur since you are smart in your business affairs. 

Aquarius in the Second House: In this day and age, with the advancement of technology, you can benefit the most out of it because you have a keen interest on what is new and innovative. Although, you still seek your freedom and independence from the world, you may find yourself wanting to live off the grid. Your strongest desire in life is to seek the proper value in the materialistic world and combine it with the spiritual world. 

Pisces in the Second House: You seek love in the world so to you money is something that cannot give you love. Because of this, money or the desire of financial security is not the greatest importance in your life. This can cause problems in your life because it can put you in financial troubles that can even affect your loved ones. Make sure that you learn how to budget to spread your love the best way possible. 

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Originally posted by imbangnzelo

pairing; seventeen s.coups x reader

genre; smut, dom!seungcheol, over-stimulation, tied up

synopsis; your parents had to settle business affairs overseas, and they’d be gone for three days. they didn’t trust you to stay out of trouble alone, so they dropped you off at seungcheol’s, expecting him to take good care of you for those three days. seungcheol couldn’t contain his needs anymore at this point of time — so he did what he had been wanting to do for months.

word count; 2090 words

✎a/n; oh god what did i just write i need holy water // this is my first time writing hardcore smut so please excuse parts that aren’t smooth-flowing! hope you guys enjoyed this ;)

“Seriously, Mom. I don’t need to be sent anywhere!” you deadpanned. “Three days? I could stay alive for those 72 hours!”

“Really, can you?” your mother sighed, stuffing her last few pieces of needed clothing into her luggage. “The last time I remembered, you nearly burnt down our house and the neighbors had to call us and we spent a shitload of money on that overseas phone call.”

You grumbled. “It’s not exactly my fault that the stove decided to get possessed on that day.”

“Anyway, you’ll stay at Seungcheol’s place for the time being,” your father told you, walking down the stairs while carrying his luggage. “You two are close, so it’ll be fun.”

Your mindset changed almost immediately. Staying at Seungcheol’s place wouldn’t be that bad. You thought they were going to get some babysitter to babysit you. 

“Fine,” you relented. 

“Go get your belongings,” your mother said. “We’ll be leaving at 6 to drop you off first.”

“Wait, I’m not sending you guys off at the airport?” you asked quizzically.

“Nope. Our other business partners will be there, so I don’t think it’d be comfortable for you.”

“Oh, okay then. It’ll just be awkward if I went,”  you cut in, and your mother nodded.

You let out a tired a sigh, before going upstairs to your room to pack some clothes. You then changed out of your homewear into more decent-looking clothes, aka a pullover and jeans.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and went downstairs after you were done, and it was 5:55pm. How precise.

“You ready?” your parents asked you.


The three of you headed out, and your father started the car, driving off to Seungcheol’s place which was a fifteen-minute drive away.

After arriving at Seungcheol’s place, your father got off the car with you while your mother stayed inside. 

The both of you walked up to the front door, and your father knocked thrice. The door opened almost immediately. 

“Hello, Mr. Y/SN,” Seungcheol greeted politely. Your father smiled and greeted him back.

“Take good care of Y/N, alright? We’ll be back to pick her up in a few days,” your father said. 

“Of course,” Seungcheol assured. With that, you bid your father goodbye and waved to your mother who was still in the car, and entered Seungcheol’s house. 

It was exactly the same as the last time you came — still clean and neat. 

“C’mon,” Seungcheol said, nodding towards the stairs. “You can go park your stuff in your room.”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

You had been at his place so many times, it’s like your second home. You knew every nook and cranny well, and you’ve stayed over so often that you basically claimed the guest room as yours. 

You soon noticed the absence of his parents.

“Where’s your parents?” you asked as you went upstairs, trailing behind Seungcheol. 

“Overseas for this whole month,” he told you. “For work.”


He followed you to your room, and leaned on the door frame as you went in and put your bag on your bed. 

“Hey, can I take a quick shower?” you asked. “I haven’t bathed today.”

“Of course,” Seungcheol shrugged. “The shower downstairs is kinda broken, though. You’re gonna have to use the one in my room.”

“Sure,” you said easily, grabbing a loose T-shirt and shorts out of your backpack, trying to hide your undergarments in between them so that Seungcheol wouldn’t see it.

You brushed past Seungcheol and walked briskly to his room, getting into the bathroom and locking the door. 

You took a quick warm shower, relishing the warm water flowing down your skin. You quickly shampooed and soaped yourself, before rinsing off and drying yourself. You pulled on your white t-shirt which hung loosely around your body, and your black shorts.

You stepped out of the shower and ruffled your damp hair with a towel in an attempt to dry it. 

“Seungcheol?” you called out randomly, but to your surprise, there was no reply. He’s probably downstairs, you thought.

After a few minutes of drying your hair, you hung the wet towel on the rack on the toilet wall. You walked towards the door of the room, but before you could get out, Seungcheol barges in, making you stumble a few steps backwards in surprise. 

“Jesus Christ,” you sputtered. “What is it?”

Seungcheol slammed the door shut behind him, making you flinch. What the hell?

“Ar-Are you mad?” you asked cautiously, confused. You just bathed, what the heck was going on?

You looked up at Seungcheol, and that was when you noticed the aura in his eyes. His usually soft eyes were now filled with dark lust. 

You became a nervous wreck. You could easily tell what was going on now. He wanted you. No doubt, you yourself had been having dirty fantasies about you and Seungcheol, too. You had imagined what it would be like you have Seungcheol all over you, his cock slamming in and out of you as you screamed his name. You two have been extremely close since young, but it never got anywhere. You liked him way more as a friend, but nothing was ever said about that, and you had been doing a fairly good job at pretending you felt nothing for him.

Seungcheol’s breathing was heavy. You eyed him hesitantly.


“I’m so sorry, but I can’t hold it back anymore,” he grumbled. Before you could comprehend what he said, he swiftly closed in on you. You let out a surprised yelp as he caged you against the wall, his muscular arms on both sides of you. 

“What the hell, Seungcheol?!” you exclaimed. He smirked. 

“Language, babe,” he purred. 

You placed your palms on his chest as you attempted to push him off, but to no avail. This wasn’t right, you kept telling yourself.

“Seungcheol, get back,” you told him, pushing him once again. In one swift move, he grabbed both your wrists, pinning them onto the wall by your side. 

“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you want,” he says in a low tone, sending shivers down your spine. 

“It isn’t,” you affirmed, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

“Your body says otherwise, baby,” he husked. 

You knew he was right. Your knees were already becoming weak, and you were clenching your thighs together to hold down the arousal you were feeling. 

You didn’t respond, you just tried freeing your arms from his grip. That only resulted in him holding onto you tighter, his nails almost digging into your skin, and you knew it was going to leave marks.

“Let go off me, I swear,” you said sternly, wriggling your arms. 

“Don’t try to act innocent now, Y/N.” Seungcheol leaned in to my ear. “Hiding your fantasies in your unlocked phone isn’t a very safe idea.”


“That’s an invasion of privacy!” you retorted. 

“You know you want this,” Seungcheol whispers seductively into your ear, totally ignoring whatever you said. He loosened his grip on one of your wrists, and you took that chance to pull away from him, escaping from the cage between him and the wall.

You were sweating now, your knees wobbly from how turned on you were. You were way beyond horny and needy. But you knew this wasn’t right. 

Seungcheol slowly turns to face you, who was now a panting mess. 

He grins. “Looks like I have to tie you up so that you won’t run.”


He takes two large strides towards you and pushes you down onto the bed, easily holding both your wrists in one hand. Struggling did nothing but drain your energy. He grabs rope from under his bed and coils them around your wrist before tying it to the headboard. 

“Fuck, Seungcheol!” you exclaimed. “Untie me!”

“No can do, princess,” Seungcheol says, hovering over you. “You haven’t been a good girl.”

You gulped. Seungcheol went right for your neck, sucking on your skin as you bit your lips, holding back the moans which threatened to spill out from your mouth. He grabs your thin shirt and rips it, throwing it aside. He unclasps your bra too, and it joins your shirt on the floor.

His hand slithered down to your shorts, swiftly removing it. His fingers rubbed against your clothed heat, immediately feeling the moisture. You whimpered, feeling him smirk against your skin.

“So wet already, huh?” he teased, pushing your panties aside as he forced two digits into you without warning.

You let out a yelp, your back arching. “Fuck! Seungcheol, please!” you cried out. 

Seungcheol’s lips leaves your skin as he sits up, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. “Please what?”

You groaned loudly as he quickened his pace, his long, slender fingers pushing in and out of you like there’s no tomorrow. 

You cummed and Seungcheol pulls his fingers out of you, which were now coated with your juices. He licks them clean.

“You taste heavenly.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling utterly empty already. Your tied up hands fumbled around for something to hold onto, but when there was nothing, you clenched your fists together instead. Seungcheol sat there, smirking, staring.

“Seu-Seungcheol,” you rasped. “Don’t fucking stop like that.”

Seungcheol grins. “I thought you didn’t want it.” His fingers ghosted over your naked body. 

“Well, now I do,” you said. 

“You what?” he teases again, and you pressed your thighs against each other, trying to create friction. 

“I fucking want you, Seungcheol!” you shout out, desperate for his touch at your throbbing clit.

Seungcheol smirks. “Now that’s a good girl. But you’re going to have to be patient.”

His fingers goes back to your heat, and he plays around with your entrance. You whimpered. “Please.”

“So nice to see you so vulnerable like this,” he grins. “Literally begging for me.”

He removes his shirt and shorts, pulling down his underwear. His large member springs out, already hard. He positions it in front of your mouth before pushing it in. His cock hits the back of your mouth, and you gag. The vibrations made him let out a moan. 

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he growled, his hand fisting in your hair as he continued thrusting in your mouth. You felt his cock twitch, and his seeds spilled out into your mouth. You choked.

“Swallow it all, baby,” he orders, and you do. The bitter aftertaste wasn’t pleasant.

“Good girl,” he compliments. “Now let’s get to business.”

You eagerly nod as he positions himself at your entrance, before slamming into you at full force. There was no time to slowly get used to his size. Seungcheol repeatedly thrusted into you, his member hitting your g-spot every single time. You let out a loud strangled moan, your back arching as your arms clawed at nothing but air. You wanted so desperately to free yourself so that you could touch him. 

Seungcheol started sucking on your sweet spot again, not slowing down his pace.

“FUCK!” you cried, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. However, Seungcheol was far from being done. He continued.

After what felt like an eternity, Seungcheol cummed again inside of you, and you were suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Lucky you were on the pill. 

Seungcheol pulled out of you, and you tried to control your ragged breathing. You were extremely sensitive, and you felt like you were seeing stars. 

“C-can you untie me now?” you stuttered unsteadily. Two orgasms in a row was not easily to handle for you. 

Seungcheol shakes his head. “My baby can handle one more, right?”

You widen your eyes. Seungcheol places his mouth right in front of your entrance as his tongue teasingly flicks in and out. You moan. 

“No more, please,” you beg. “I can’t take anymore.”

“Sure you can,” he says, pressing his tongue flat on your heat, giving it a long lick. You cried out, whimpering from the immense pleasure. 

Seungcheol stuck three digits in this time, and started pumping. Your legs struggled to keep themselves still and your body jolted as Seungcheol increased his pace quickly. 

“How does my baby like this, huh?” he says, and your response was a loud scream of his name. Seungcheol smiles smugly. “No one else can make you scream like that.”

You came for the third time, and this time you could really no longer feel your body. Seungcheol unties your wrists, and you let them fall limply to your sides as you curled up into a ball.

“That must’ve hurt, sorry,” Seungcheol says apologetically, noticing the harsh red marks on your skin. He was back to his usual caring self. 

You shook your head, smiling lightly  although you were dead-tired. Seungcheol grabs the sheets and pulls them over you, before lying beside you. 

“Sweet dreams, princess,” he coos, wrapping you in a tight hug. 

Aftercare tomorrow was gonna be long. 

Netflix Recommendations for Littles - Part 1

Since this is my first list of these, I’m gonna start with some of the classics:

- Lilo and Stitch: In Lilo and Stitch, get ready to go crash-land on Earth with Stitch, a runaway genetic experiment from a faraway planet. As he wreaks havoc on the Hawaiian Islands, he becomes the mischievous adopted alien “puppy” of an independent little girl named Lilo and learns about loyalty, friendship, and ‘ohana,’ the Hawaiian tradition of family.

- The Emperor’s New Groove: Emperor Kuzco is turned into a llama by his devious advisor, Yzma, and her hunky henchman, Kronk. Now the ruler who once had it all must form an unlikely alliance with a pleasant peasant named Pacha. Together, they must overcome their differences as they embark on a hilarious, “groovy” adventure.  

- The Iron Giant: A giant alien robot crash-lands near the small town of Rockwell, Maine, in 1957. Exploring the area, a local 9-year-old boy, Hogarth, discovers the robot, and soon forms an unlikely friendship with him. When a paranoid government agent, Kent Mansley, becomes determined to destroy the robot, Hogarth and beatnik Dean McCoppin must do what they can to save the misunderstood machine.

- Anastasia: The evil wizard Rasputin puts a hex on the royal Romanovs, and young Anastasia disappears when their palace is overrun. Years later, the Grand Duchess offers a reward for Anastasia’s return. Two scheming Russians, planning to pawn off a phony, hold auditions and choose an orphan girl with a remarkable resemblance to the missing princess. They bring her to Paris for the reward, not knowing she’s the real Anastasia.

- Tarzan: With his wisecracking ape buddy Terk and neurotic elephant pal Tantor, Tarzan learns to survive in the animal kingdom. His two worlds collide with the arrival of humans, forcing Tarzan to choose between a “civilized” life with the beautiful Jane and the life he knows and loves with his gorilla family.  

- The Road to El Dorado: Two con-men get hold of a map to the lost City of Gold, El Dorado. After stowing away onto one of the ships of the Spanish explorer Cortez, the pair escapes and eventually finds the city. There, a priest proclaims them to be gods in a scheme to win control of the city for himself. Meanwhile, they meet a beautiful girl who helps them in their ruse.

- The Little Rascals: Mischievous youngsters Spanky and Buckwheat lead an anti-girl organization, and they pick their buddy Alfalfa to represent them in an all-important soapbox car rally. When the boys then find their driver canoodling with schoolmate Darla, they decide they must break up the couple. Unfortunately, while Spanky and his pals are busy meddling in Alfalfa’s affairs, their prized race car is nabbed by two young toughs.

Business Affairs (M)

Originally posted by pjkook

A quickie in Mr. Kim’s office.

•Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x Reader
•Genre: No-plot Smut, pretty much.
•Word Count: 2.026
A/N; tagging @dimplecoups
,@kittae, and @thules (thank you for helping me on this!). This is my first time writing smut, as well as me forcing myself through writers block. But regardless I hope everyone enjoys this!

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Economics : basic vocabulary : Mandarin Chinese

  1. agreement - 协定 / 協定 - xiédìng
  2. business affairs - 商务 / 商務 - shāngwù
  3. to consume - - xiāo
  4. compete - 竞争 / 競爭 - jìngzhēng
  5. cost - 成本 - chéngběn
  6. deal - 交易 - jiāoyì
  7. debt - 债 / 債 - zhài
  8. deficit - 逆差 - nìchā
  9. demand - 需求 - xūqiú
  10. domestic - 国内 / 國內 - guónèi
  11. exports - 出口 - chūkǒu
  12. fixed (cost) - 固定 - gùdìng
  13. free (trade) - 自由 - zìyóu
  14. GDP - 国内生产总值 / 國內生產總值 - guónèi shēngchǎn zǒng zhí
  15. import - 进口進口 - jìnkǒu
  16. income - 收益 - shōuyì
  17. interest rate - 利率 - lìlǜ
  18. investment - 投资 / 投資 - tóuzī
  19. merchandise - 商品 - shāngpǐn
  20. price - 物价 / 物價 - wùjià
  21. to produce - 产 / 產 - chǎn
  22. profit - 利润 / 利潤 - lìrùn
  23. resources - 资源 / 資源 - zīyuán
  24. sales - 生意 - shēngyì
  25. to supply - 资 / 資 - zī
  26. surplus - 顺差 / 順差 - shùnchā
  27. tariff - 关税 / 關稅 - guānshuì
  28. tax - 税 / 稅 - shuì
  29. trade - 贸易 / 貿易 - màoyì
  30. trade sales - 买卖 / 買賣 - mǎimài

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant ;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter ;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble ;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs ;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is ;
many persons strive for high ideals ;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars ;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

—  Max Ehrmann, Desiderata (1952)
Helpless- Philip Hamilton X Reader

I walked down the street, clutching the Reynolds Pamphlet in my hands. I looked around, seeing that the street was littered with them and that almost everyone had one.

Alexander Hamilton had chosen to ruin his family and my mother just to save his name.

He had chosen to save his legacy rather than his wife and his children and I don’t know what that says about him as a person but it’s nothing good. I approached the house that I knew to be the Hamilton’s and I knocked, preparing myself for the door to not answer. They must’ve gotten a lot of visitors so it was obvious why they wouldn’t open the door.

Especially not to the daughter of the woman he was having an affair with.

The door swung open and I saw Philip, his eyes red but he smiled.

“Y/N. It’s good to see you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I whispered and he nodded. He exited the house, shutting the door quietly and he grabbed my hand and we walked to my home.

Nobody was home and that was probably for the best because I knew Philip would go off on my mother given the chance.

“How are you?” I asked him, knowing that it was a stupid question and he shook his head.

“I’m alright. My mom… she is devestated.”

“It’s okay if you aren’t alright… I know you are probably trying to be okay so you can be there for your mom.”

“I know I just…”

“Talk to me about it. Please.”

“He ruined my life!” Philip yelled angrily at me and I hugged him, knowing that it wasn’t me that he was angry at. It was his dad. He hugged me back as angry sobs racked his body.

“It is by no means okay what he did to you and your family… I mean he destroyed your lives.”

“He told the entire world how he cheated on my mom. He told the entire world how he had sex with this chick- your mother- in our house!”

“I know.”

“I hate him.” He sobbed and he continued crying on my shoulder, holding me tightly. “I mean he claims that he’ll be around for me and then nobody ever sees him because he’s always working.
When he isn’t he’s too busy having an affair to actually sleep in the same bed as my mom and he ends up missing practically all of my childhood over a stupid plan!” He screamed.

“How is your little sister taking it?”

“Angelica doesn’t understand how badly he screwed up but she understands that he did something bad. Speaking of which, Angelica- my mom’s sister is here as well.”

“All the way from London?”


“And he was selfish enough to think that she came here for him.”

“Guessing she didn’t take that so well.”

“Not at all. I should be getting back. My mom might need me.” He said and he pulled away from the hug and wiped his face.

“I understand. Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“I never do anything stupid.” He laughed although it sound empty. I stood up and walked him to the door, watching him depart down the street, watching his head turn at every single pamphlet that was littered.

Every single pamphlet that was published by Alexander Hamilton but for some reason still had my last name smeared across it.

3 years later.

“Philip what are you doing?” I cried, tears running down my face. He looked at me and sighed.

“Eacker talks about my father like that- I cannot let that slide.” He said stone faced.

“Don’t you dare do a thing. History will prove him wrong.” I begged him.

“They rake his name- my name through the mud. Strong words from George and someone should hold him to it.”

“He is not a maiden in need of defending! He is a grown man and if he has a problem with Eacker he can duel him himself.”

“You don’t even get it!”

“Get it? Your father destroyed my families name when he published that stupid pamphlet so I think that qualifies me to know what your name being dragged through the mud feels like.” I yelled back at him, hurt.

“Your mother is a seductress-”

“My dad called my mom a whore- your dad was the
one who decided to stay. He could’ve stopped at any time but he didn’t.”

“But he’s my family! And I can’t just let people talk shit about him!”

“If you try to fight everyone who has ever said something about your dad then you never stop fighting, where do you draw the line?”

“I should be going. The duel starts soon.” He said coldly.

“Don’t do this.”

“Do what? If I die you’re not gonna care.”

“Don’t you dare assume how I feel about you. I thought it was quite obvious my entire life how I felt but I suppose if you even thought for a second that I wasn’t gonna care than I was wrong.”

“How do you feel about me then?” He asked.

“You make me feel…”

Helpless. He was bleeding out and the wound was infected. I felt like I was intruding on his family and that I didn’t have any right to be here. And maybe I didn’t. I started sobbing and he grabbed my hand weakly.

“Y/N… I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre a land, a troop to command or a dollop of fame… all I have is my honor… a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top notch brain… And I swear… the rest of my life I’ll never make you feel so…”

“Helpless. You make me feel helpless.” I told him, finding that the word fit.

anonymous asked:

RFA + minor trio please~ I don't admit this very often, but I'm a pretty casual cusser, so their reactions the first time they hear MC curse? Thank you~!

omg i love that you’re using “the minor trio” it just struck me at like 2 am and i thought it was adorable way to refer to the “desperately needs a route” club

okay okay I love this request here we go this got a bit goofier than i intended but w/e


  • what
  • but
  • princesses don’t swear!!!!
  • (well THIS PRINCESS DOES BUDDY [or prince or royal or whatever term of endearment u prefer])
  • You will wear your crown of profanity and rule over your trash kingdom in peace okay
  • Honestly Zen thinks it’s pretty sexy
  • Like every part of you is cute!!!
  • But when you swear it’s like
  • He’s imagining you as a biker chick or something. SO TOUGH. SO COOL.
  • Sometimes he tickles you and you swear at him and he’s just so delighted
  • he can never take it seriously though
  • unless you’re really mad at him
  • then he takes it really seriously.
  • He swears with you sometimes when you’re watching exciting things on TV. (like sports. and emotional dramas. and high-tension cooking shows.)


  • this precious little chick could never swear when his mom was around
  • never
  • n e v e r
  • it is now this super guilty forbidden pleasure so when he hears you just casually go “Ugh, fuck this shit” he’s like
  • ????
  • ?????!?
  • ?????!?!?!?!????!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!
  • why aren’t you whispering omg someone could hear you!!!!
  • You just look at him and you’re like
  • What?
  • dude we’re alone in the apartment
  • Okay so you have to teach this boy how to swear
  • he’s a denizen of the internet how has he not learned this shit by now
  • He says ‘crumbs’ instead of ‘crap’ and ‘darn’ instead of ‘damn’
  • Like holy heckeronni Yoosung UR SO CUTE
  • (one time he gets really drunk and says you have a “damn fine ass” and you’re LIKE OH MY GOD YOOSUNG WHERE DID THAT COME FROM)
  • (he’s quoting something he saw on TV lmao)

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anonymous asked:

do you have a favourite homesteading passage from the books? one of my favourite aspects of the outlander novels is their depiction of early american settlement and subsistence farming, like the scenes from the first winter on the ridge in DoA. more than anything in book 9 i'm looking forward to more little snippets of that simple 18th c isolated farm life... which i realise is pretty weird!

What a fascinating ask! Not weird at all, anon - after all the pain and heartbreak that Jamie and Claire have been through, it’s so rewarding to see them leading a quiet, peaceful, domestic life. The life they always wanted to have together.

I’ve always loved this passage from The Fiery Cross - where Jamie is slowly kissing every inch of Claire, and tasting her. And in so doing, tells a story about how Claire spends her days - busy with domestic affairs - and we learn a lot about the simple pleasures that Jamie takes from their life together. And how much he appreciates just how hard she works to maintain that life.

He took my hand and lifted it to his nose, sniffing delicately. “Onions,” he said, “and garlic. Something hot … peppercorns. Aye, and clove. Squirrel-blood and meat-juice.” His tongue flicked out like a snake’s, touching my knuckles. “Starch—potatoes—and something woody. Toadstools.”  

  “Not fair at all,” I said, trying to get my hand back. “You know perfectly well what we had for dinner. And they weren’t toadstools, they were woodears.”  

  “Mm?” He turned my hand over and sniffed at my palm, then my wrist and up my forearm. “Vinegar and dill; ye’ve been making cucumber pickles, aye? Good, I like those. Mm, oh, and soured milk here in the fine hairs on your arm—were ye splashed churning butter, or skimming cream?”  

  “You guess, since you’re so good at it.”  


  “Damn.” I was still trying to pull away, but only because the stubble on his face tickled the sensitive skin of my upper arm. He smelled his way up my arm into the hollow of my shoulder, making me squeak as the strands of his hair drifted across my skin.  

   He lifted my arm a bit, touched the damp silky hair there, and ran his fingers under his nose. “Eau de femme,” he murmured, and I heard the laughter in his voice. “Ma petite fleur.”

– The Fiery Cross

Maybe one day I will learn how to prioritize myself. Restitch the sagging weight under my eyes and pin it up so that I actually look alive. Eat on a schedule structured by the celestial bodies in the sky instead of an arbitrary set of times that fall in between work and the busy affairs of life. Maybe one day, these mechanized arms will feel bones sprout through their wires, and breathing will come more easily, sparing the smoke. I say one day like it’s something I can afford to put off. I wonder how many more tomorrows it will take before I decide that one day will be too late.
—  And the days go on

“Sometimes you pitch things, and the room is very excited, and they’re like, ‘Yes! Let’s take risks!’ And then, months down the road, when you’re actually trying to take those risks, you get a phone call from someone in Business Affairs who’s like, 'Yeah, that thing with the thing? We can’t do that.’ And then it all gets wound back.”  {netflix creatives panel}

Divination: Symbolism


Acorn: youth; strength; man; small start for a large accomplishment
Airplane: travel; new projects
Anchor: voyage; rest; problem solved
Arrow: news; disagreements; direct action


Baby: new interests; security; new beginnings
Basket: gift; security; comfort
Bees [hive, comb]: fertility; industry; community; self-sacrifice
Bell: celebrations; news (good or bad depending on other indicators)
Bird: psychic power; flight; luck; friendship end; communication
Boat: discoveries; travel; companionship
Book: wisdom; learning
Bottle: celebration; success
Bridge: crossing to new endeavors; transition; partnership; travel
Broom: Goddess; purification; healing; end of a problem; changes
Butterfly: the soul; spiritual contact; frivolity; insincerity


Cage: isolation; restriction; imprisonment; containment
Camel: long journey; need to conserve energy or goods; relocation
Car: local travel; movement in business affairs; overcome obstacles
Castle: financial gain; security; inheritance; life of bounty
Cat: wisdom; spiritual access; female friend; domestic strife
Cauldron: Goddess; transformation; endings/new beginnings; vitality
Candle: illumination; innovation; inspiration
Chair: relaxation; pause; comfort; entertainment
Clock: time indicated for a spell’s completion; change
Clouds: mental activity; thoughtfulness; problems; hidden obstacles
Clover: good fortune; success; rural location
Coffin: end of a matter; lengthy but not serious illness
Cornucopia: Goddess; abundance; fertility; prosperity; protection
Cow: money; property; comfort; tranquility
Cradle: newcomers; beginning of a new idea or project
Crescent: Goddess; wish granted; newness; freshness
Cross: [Solar] God; nature works with power [Roman]; suffering; conflict
Cup: love; harmony; close friendship; gift


Dagger: complications, dangers, power, skill
Death / Dying: birth; marriage; long life; prosperity
Distaff: creativity; changes; sexuality
Dog: fidelity; friendship; companionship; faithfulness
Duck: plenty; wealth; success


Egg: increase; fertility; luck; creativity; new start; hoarding
Elephant: advice needed; obstacles overcome; good luck
Eye: introspection; awareness; evaluation; spirit


Fan: indiscretion; disloyalty; things hidden; inflammations
Fish: riches; luck; sexuality; productivity
Flag:  warning; defensiveness; identification w/ group / ideals
Flame / Fire: purification; change; domination of the will
Flower: marriage; unhappy love affair; passing joy


Gate: opportunity; advancements; change; new directions
Glove: protection; luck; aloofness; nobility; challenge
Gun [any type]: power to gain goals; discord; slander; infidelity


Hammer: hard work rewarded; building; creativity; fortitude
Hat: honors; rivalry; independence; self-assertion
Harp: contentment; spirituality
Heart: love; pleasure; confidence; strength of will
Horns: God; fertility; spirituality; forces of nature
Horse: travel; strength; work; grace; power; success; prosperity
Horseshoe: protection; luck; start of a new enterprise
Hound: advice; help given; companionship; trust
Hourglass: caution; passage of time
House: security; authority; success; comfort


Key: understanding; mysteries; opportunity; gain; security
Kite: warning for caution; new ideas; plans made public
Knife: duplicity; misunderstanding; direct action
Knot: restrictions; marriage; bindings


Ladder: initiation; rise or fall in status; connections
Lion: power; strength; influence; ferocity; pride; domination
Lock: protection; concealment; security; obstacles; sealed


Man: visitor; helpful stranger
Mirror: reversal; knowledge; Karma
Moon: Goddess; intuitive wisdom; guidance
Mountain: hindrance; challenge; obstacle; journey; steadfastness
Mouse: poverty; theft; frugality; inconspicuousness
Mushroom: shelter; food; business complications; Fairy contact


Nail: labor; construction; pain; unity


Owl: wisdom; spiritual communication


Palm Tree: respite; relief; security; protection; blessings
Parrot: gossip; ostentatiousness
Peacock: [all with little foundation] luxury; vanity; arrogance
Pineapple: hospitality; good things hidden by harsh exterior
Pipe: truth obscured; concentration; comfort; ease
Purse: monetary gain; possessions kept close


Ring: eternity; containment; wheel of life / year; wedding
Rose: love; lost or past love; fullness of life; healing; caring


Salt: purity; stability; cleansing; grounding
Scales: balance; justice; careful evaluation
Scissors: duplicity; arguments; separation; division; strife
Shell: Goddess; emotional stability; luck; artistic ability
Ship: travel; news; material gains; romance
Skull: consolation; comfort; personal hurts; endings and a new life
Snake: God and Goddess; wisdom; immortality; knowledge; prophecy
Spider: good luck; industry; entrapment; secrecy; cunning
Spoon: luck; sustenance; the basic needs of life secured
Star: good luck; divine protection; opportunity; success; destiny
Sun: God; success; energy; power
Swan: good luck; love; evolving beauty; noble spirit
Sword: power; strife; conflict; overcoming adversity


Tree: blessings of Nature; good fortune; stability; power; security
Turtle: fertility; security; defense against obstacles; slow gains


Umbrella: temporary shelter; limited protection
Unicorn: purity; nature; Fairy blessings; Otherworld intervention


Well: blessing from the Goddess; inspiration; spirituality; health
Wheel: completion; eternity; season / life cycles; rebirth; gains
Windmill: business dealings; factors workings together for one goal

Let me know if I miss anything or there are any errors!


Originally posted by chan-yoongi

Every story has a tragic prequel that explains or gives an excuse for the future. Not this one. Our story has four tragic prequels that at some point join together in order to create a new beginning. Four lost people, in one car, with no one asking for past records, but each of them seeing the other in their future.

It all started on a street. One of those miserable streets, where prostitutes and thieves outnumber the citizens. One of those streets, where the really rich go to buy themselves another human life. It’s dark as any other tragic street. No lights, except from the lighters that help them light up a cigarette or weed. On this street there is a building. A very invisible one. It’s where all the useless scum of the society lives. Here lives our main hero.

Don’t try to find him in the small apartment on the sixth floor. He won’t answer. He is not there. He is not coming back ever again.

If you catch a glimpse of him, it would be more likely to be at a very important event. Where all the guests bath in gold. He laughed at those poor souls. They may have money, but they are all still the exact same scum as those living in his neighborhood. Kim Woojin despises those people from the bottom of his heart. He didn’t want to be part of their play of fake happiness. Yet, they were the ones that were going to help him survive.

He knew why he was here. To find himself a nice new ride. And what better occasion than a mask ball. No one could see his face. No one will know. Everyone will be too drunk to remember even why they came to this place in the first place.

For months Woojin was going through the lists of guests. All, filthy rich and in need to be robbed, people. And there he was. The selfish Robin Hood. It took him quite some time to choose himself a car. After all he didn’t want to get caught. But at the end he did choose. A Lamborghini. It belonged to some assholes wife that was coming to the party to find herself a sugar baby boy. Very sad indeed. But what made him decide that this was the car is when he found out she keeps cash of thirty thousand dollars in the back of the car. “Just in case.” She had told her husband, who was too busy with his cheating affairs to even acknowledge the disappearance of the money.

Dressed in his only suit, the twenty-three years old looked absolutely breath-taking. He was indeed a tall and nice build man, giving off a very rich vibe he learned to fake when he first started stealing from the rich…without giving to the poor.

At the event everything went according to his plan. Mask ball or not, there was too much alcohol. After less than an hour ninety percent of the people were high and drunk as fuck, so he just took the keys, kissed his passed-out ‘fairy god mother’ on the cheek, left her a note ‘say anything about the accident and I’ll spill the beans about the four millions’ and disappeared with his new car and thirty thousand dollars.

‘Say anything about the accident and I’ll spill the beans about the four million’ is something Matthew, our character English name, found about as if God sent it to him. This millionaire whose car he now owned actually had around four million dollars in hidden taxes.  All the evidence he got from a whore the rich dude slept around with for quite a long time. At this point, Woojin knew no one will touch him and he can finally fly away and start a new life.

The night is still young, hot and dangerous. Not far away from where Matthew will soon cross with his new car, there is another story going on.

“Give me back my money, you little shit. In this world you are no one. But again, so were your parents when they died from my hand.”

Taehyung couldn’t listen to this. He have put up with it for too long. Being punched, being called all kinds of names, being used as a stress reliever, and being punished for his own existence and mainly for his parents death. Which honestly had nothing to do with him. They died from an overdose when he was fourteen and left him nothing but the price of their deaths. He walked the streets, selling whatever he was told to sale. For nine years he walked the streets of this town, looking at the world’s lowest and highest buying the same drug in order to survive. It made Taehyung sick to the gut to know that no matter how much money you’ve got, you are the same pig.

But this time, while the gang tried to kill him for the tenth time this month, something was different. Something in him told him to endure and then just to go on the street, steal the first car that stops and run. He knew they’ll find him sooner or later, but just for a little while he wanted to run far far away.

And that’s exactly what he did. When his ‘boss’ decided that it isn’t worth it, he let Taehyung on the ground, suffering from his own wounds as always. “I expect better behavior from now on. I raised you J.seph, be fucking thankful. Leave him, enough for today.” And they all left, as they usually did.

J.seph, his street nickname, stood up, clutching his side, trying his all to concentrate on breathing and finding the streetlight. He was good at surviving and when the black Lamborghini stopped on the streetlight, Taehyung didn’t hesitate for a moment, opened the door, slid in and caught up at the driver. “Drive, go out or die. You choose.”

Matthew looked up at the bloody boy, trying to understand what the fuck happened. Then, something in him just clicked. This man reminded Woojin so much of himself so he just started the engine and drove. “More like you tell me what’s going on so I can know from who are we running away?” Woojin said offering the stranger a tissue to wipe out his bloody face and hands.

Taehyung heard the word ‘we’ for the first time that night. It made him want to share with this stranger, without caring if he’ll go into prison after it or die. “I…from the Italian gang. I’m selling…I was selling for them for about nine years. I just ran away.”

Woojin bit his lip. This boy just told him something he shouldn’t have, something that could cost his life, yet he said it. It made Woojin feel like someone trusted him for the first time in his twenty-three years on this Earth. “My name is Matthew, Woojin or just BM. I…am not that good of a person also. This car is not mine. I stole it.” The bloody boy laughed at BM sincerely. “Taehyung or J.seph…whichever you like.”

“Well, Taehyung, I’m running away from here too. Would you like to join me? We may end up dead, but…” “I’m in. At this point I can only go two ways and those are - up or even deeper. I’ll be happy to join you in both. BM, we careful! In front of you!”

The car abruptly stopped making the two boys hit their heads in the front on the car. J.seph was first to look up. “It’s a girl. And she looks afraid. Woojin, she is saying something. Woojin? You okay?” BM shook off the shook and looked at his newly found buddy. “What were you saying?” “The girl, in front of us, she is saying something.”

Both Woojin and Taehyung exit the car fast, slowly approaching the girl, obviously afraid of them hurting her. “Please, please help me.” She cried out. The boys noticed the blood on both her hands and knees, but she didn’t appear to be hurt anywhere. “What’s your name?” asked J.seph “So-Somin. My name is Somin.” Woojin quickly caught on Taehyungs act and questioned “Somin, can you tell us what happened?” barely heard the question, the girl bursted in tears, hiding herself behind J.seph. He quickly turned around and caught her wrists. “Somin, if anything is wrong, you can tell us. You have to. We are here to help. My name is Taehyung and this is…Woojin. All we want is to help you.” Somins hick ups slowed down, she looked at the tall men in front of her. “There…there was a man. He chased me and tried to rape me, but I had a pocket knife and just stabbed him. I…I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.”

J.seph, aware of the very complicated situation laid out in front of him, hugged the girl. She was so scared from him, she tried to resist, but then understood he didn’t want to hurt her and just hugged him back, crying her eyes out. “You won’t call the police, right? I don’t want to go to jail.” She sobbed in his hoodie. BM, for whose existence was almost forgotten, knew exactly what he had to do. When he prayed for friends, he didn’t thought he’ll end up with an accidental killer and a dealer as friends, whom he met the same night, but it somehow felt like fate to him. They were real. Speaking their emotions and he had a strong desire to keep both of them till his death.

“No. We won’t call the police. Where is the body?” Somin, not letting go of J.seph hand showed them the way to a dead man lying on the ground. Woojin froze looking at the body in front of him. He knew this man. A professional pimp, taking girls from the streets, making them prostitute and taking all the money. They were neighbors. BM knew Somin is safe. No one will ever look for this excuse of a breathing organism. He had no family, no authority, and no nothing. “Taehyung, help me with the body.”

Both men swiftly took the body and stuffed in the back of the car. Somin looked at them in terror, while her crime was being taken care for by total strangers. “Where are you taking it? What are you doing? What about me?” J.seph held the girls hand tightly. “We will burn him. Somewhere far away from here. No one will look for him. He was a pimp. An outlaw, whose existence no one knew about. When it comes to you…Somin do you want to come with us? We, me and Woojin, are going on an adventure. I can’t tell you to trust us, because…” “I trust both of you. I’m coming. Nothing holds me here.”

The ride was quiet. Each of them was deep in thought about how for exactly two hours their life’s changed forever. Matthew just couldn’t shake off the thought that for the first time he didn’t feel lonely and wanted to share. Taehyung was thinking about how he drives in a car with people who are just as fucked up as him and that made him feel like he is not lonely anymore. Somin was thankful and very afraid. She has been alone all her life. Ran away from the orphanage at a very young age, working since she was ten, now at the age of twenty, she randomly kills a person and meets two men who are willing to take the blame with her for no actual reason.

And no one noticed the purple-pinkish hair girl, crossing the road, trying to kill herself. She, she was the one who had really given up on life in all its forms. First to react was Matthew, who saw the girl crossing the road in the same moment he was about to drive through her. Like a miracle he managed to stop, only hitting her leg lightly. Pink locks moved and piercing blue eyes stared at the car. “I was going to kill her.” Woojin sighed unbelievably. “No, she tried to kill herself.” Somin gentle voice filled the car. “I have tried it also. It’s not an option honestly. I’ll go out to see her.”

Somin opened the back door, exiting the car, looking straight at the girls eyes. Soon her shocked face took a form of an angry one. “Why did you stop?!” she shouted, obviously mad. “We are not killers. We won’t kill you. You shouldn’t kill yourself. What’s your name?” Somin tried to talk some sense into her. “Why would I ever tell you my name? So you can call the asylum and for them to take me? I’m not crazy!” Somins heart related to the girls pain and held on the tears gathering in her eyes. “I won’t do that. Why would I? With what am I better than you? I don’t even know you, but I feel your pain. You shouldn’t die. My…my name is Somin.”

The boys, not able to hide their worry, got off the car and just watched the scene in front of them. “Jiwoo.” Somin smiled a little seeing that her words had some effect after all. “Hello Jiwoo. I’m Somin. This is Matthew and that’s Taehyung.” Both boys offered a smile to Jiwoo. “Hi fella. Rough night, huh? Wanna tag along? We…we have no idea where are we going, what is ahead of us and how our lives will work out. We three know each other from an hour but something in three of us makes us want to stay together. I think you feel it too. We are misfits. All of us. I’m Matthew, the car is stolen and there are thirty thousand dollars in the back, I stole those too.” Taehyung didn’t want to stay behind with the self-introduction. “My name is Taehyung. I’ve been a dealer for nine years because my parents died from an overdose and failed to pay off their debt. I ran away two hours ago when I met BM.” Jiwoo was left speechless. “I’m Somin. I accidentally killed a man.  He is in the back of the car. He tried to rape me and I just stabbed him with my pocket knife. I’m running away with those two now, because my life can’t get any worse anyway. At least I’ll have someone to die with me.” Suddenly Jiwoo felt shame. Shame because of her selfish nature. She taught she was the only one that felt alone in this world, that no one could understand her and so on, but people with tragedies were right in front of her. Just like any of them, Jiwoo had no one and nothing. Suddenly dying just wasn’t an option anymore. Shaking the cotton pink cloud on her head she turned to the others. “Is there a way for me to join you? I’m all alone in this world.”

BM offered a warm smile. He knew he won’t feel alone in this world from now on.

“No you are not. You have us.”

“All I’m saying…King, is that my goods are like no other. You won’t be able to replace my port with no other.”

The King, Woojin, is lazily sitting on his leather throne in his office trying to concentrate on the overconfident weed seller. His head hurts honestly. For hours he had been listening to idiots saying one and the same thing – ‘I’m irreplaceable.’ Each of them added more confidence to the phrase. It made the twenty-six years old mad. Not only have they wasted his time, but the smell of weed stuck on his blue velvet suit. Every now and then when it all got too much for him, Matthew lightly ruffled his dirty blond locks.

“First of all, you are replaceable. I think you mistake your job. Your job is to choose the best shit and to offer it to me on a good price. I own the port any way. I can’t do that anymore. Just take him out. And one more really, really important thing – King, say it with respect.”

The bodyguards dragged the seller out of the room while the poor man shouted in protest. On the doorway J.seph observed the situation. When the bodyguards were out of the room, he entered the room visibly irritated. “You should stop doing this. We are losing sellers and territory. I don’t like it Woojin.”

For two years the bond between the two boys became so strong, it was almost unbeatable. But of course, being so close made them bicker all the time. With time they became the contrast of the other. Just like in this moment. BM’s dark blue velvet suit contrasted J.seph bloody red one.

“They are all way too ignorant. I feel like they don’t know to who they are talking.” BM massaged the sides of his head in hope of the headache to lessen.

“I know. But when we started out, we were exactly the same. With nothing in our hands and handful of dollars. For two years e created heaven. I know you are the King, but sometimes you should just let us handle things. It becomes too much for you and you are not rational. Should I call a doctor?” Taehyung was truly worried about his friend. These days he was tenser than ever and no one could talk to him normally except from him, Somin and Jiwoo. At such times the girls thought it was best if they don’t show themselves too often.

“Don’t call a doctor. It will fade away. I’ll go to sleep soon. So, back on the matter. We were different. We knew what we had to do when we created K.A.R.D. Our goal was ‘keep adding real damage’. Now we control the damage in all of Asia. At some times I don’t think it’s real. We met on the streets having nothing but the clothes on our backs and now we put clothes on whole nations. We destroy as if it is a revenge for our childhood.”

“That’s why it is indeed a revenge.” Honey voice, small beams blinding the room, Somin entered the room, looking gorgeous from head to toe.

“We are the revenge. If we wanted to end out misery we would’ve done it a long time ago. Although I can argue with myself. It started as revenge, now is more of family business.” She laughed making the boys smile warmly. The moment was ruined by a husky voice shouting in the back. Soon a very mad Jisoo entered the room. “Who the fuck they think they are to try to disrespect me like this?! I can buy and sell them today if I want?! I seriously can’t believe this!” BM knowing his little sister very well looked at her seriously and the shouting stopped. “Sit. Calm down. Tell us what happened.”

Jiwoo sat down obviously still mad, crossed her Gucci pants dressed legs and huffed in the air. “I went to the private meeting with the parliament as usual. As we know there is a new Minister of Interior. I heard he is quite a though nut, but I never imagined him being this ‘righteous’. He haven’t even been studying law, why is he trying to tell me I can’t control the Parliament. I can and I do. Just because I am a woman doesn’t mean they have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

Somin was actually happy to listen to Jiwoo, having so many emotions and being able to express them. Recalling the memory of their first meeting made her heart feel pain and proudness. They grew together so much for the last two years. Jiwoo didn’t want to kill herself anymore and that made things so much easier for everyone. Somin herself stopped feeling guilty about that night. Together as K.A.R.D they were able to make contracts with the prostitutes and help them all live a somewhat normal life.

“My boys actually ran a background check on this dude. He is a nice man really, with a family and till now a very happy life. Stable finances and stable relationships with both his wife and daughter. I think that…” “Wait Somin! Rewind. Daughter?” said Woojin playing with the chess figure of the King, concentrated on the upcoming crisis. J.seph was fast to speak with a smug face knowing what was going on in the head of his best friend. They all knew.

The king only played with his figure when he was about to drop a bomb of a command. By now they knew their body language so well they couldn’t play poker together.

“Yes. A daughter. First year college student. Number one in all her classes. President of the school parliament, charity volunteer. The full ‘goodie two shoes’ package. She is quite a visual actually. Why are you asking?”

BM slammed the glass figure on the mahogany desk, smirking evilly.

“Bring me the girl. Alive. ”

A/N: After lots of thinking,sweat and literal tears, I’m finally able to present you “Rotten”. My heart is in this fic. It’s inspirated by Triple H “365 fresh”. I…I just hope you all love it, because I really want to continue writing this and my last try was a Jimin-father fic and it wasn’t digested by people okay. So now I’m really afraid you all won’t like this one too. I was going to write it with BTS, but that would’ve been very selfish. I love my boys, but I really want to provide content for all fandoms, since I’m a multifandom hoe. My askbox is always open for your love and insecurities. I love you all <3

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No matter how you feel about President Trump’s accomplishments during his first 100 days, one thing is certain: He tweeted. A lot. Below is every tweet @realDonaldTrump sent, including the deleted ones. According to an analysis done by The Washington Post’s Philip Bump, the things he tweeted about most were the media, official business, jobs, foreign affairs and the Democratic Party. His most used hashtag was #MAGA, followed by #ICYMI. He mentioned @WhiteHouse the most, followed by @foxandfriends and @nytimes

Some examples of those, as well as some of his more popular tweets, are highlighted here.  

Introducing The Wild Gods Zodiac

By Crystal Lunarey

Kaldorei and Tauren astrology is based on the ancient idea that the time of our birth is crucial to the development of our personality and behavior.

The druids and shamans of Kalimdor were expert observers. Over time, they recognized that a child born within a certain season would develop certain qualities. Furthermore, they observed patterns of a person’s life according to the motions of the moon, and the season in which we are born.

This astrology system was developed out of natural connections with the sage’s knowledge of Azeroth’s cycles and their reverence for the sacred knowledge held by nature.

Each month, we will share the words of wisdom for each sign.  
Check the Wild Gods Zodiac section of the paper for your sign

Those individuals born between March 18 to April 14th fall under the sign of

The Bear

This moon cycle, put aside personal matters to focus on ignored business affairs. Accept whatever support you need to be able to start anew.

This Moon’s motto: Haste makes waste.

Monthly Fortunes and Motto by Sign:

The Serpent (April 15 - May 12)

Consider a relationship that’s been difficult to manage. You have impossible expectations of yourself. Keep in mind that you’re only a person.
This Moon’s motto: The quickest remedy for an injury is to refuse to remember it.

The Dryad (May 13 - June 9)

You have given up too much regarding your private life. It has to stop, no matter how many protest. By mid-moon, you’ll cherish the value of spending some quality time with someone truly special.
This Moon’s motto: Hunger is the best sauce.

The Ox (June 10 - July 7)

If you’ve been averting a particular problem, it’s probably because you’re afraid of offending someone. Now’s the time to take action—don’t let anything hold you back.
This Moon’s motto: Plant greed and you will reap loss.

The Tiger (July 8 - August 4)

By disclosing your deepest feelings to those around you, there’s a chance you’ll be seen as sensitive. Choose your audience delicately, and remember not to lower all of your defenses at once.
This Moon’s motto: A fault confessed is half redressed.

The Wisp (August 5 - September 1)

Though it may be hard for you to maneuver certain areas in a close relationship, remain together. If the advantages of supporting each other outweigh the disadvantages, make it work.
This Moon’s motto: It’s not enough to run; you have to start on time.

The Storm Crow (September 2 - September 29)

You’ll spend time and energy this moon on a friendship that you previously took for granted. What you’re about to find is that you could have missed out on something with great potential.
This Moon’s motto: Better a small fish than an empty dish.

The Boar (September 30 - October 27)

How are you meant to get by criticism from a loved one? By mid-moon, you’ll feel strong enough to take your share of the blame for what went wrong and offer ideas about how to move forward.
This Moon’s motto: Demons live in a quiet pond.

The Wolf (October 28 - November 24)

This moon, some people will wish for you to strive harder, while others will urge you to take better care of yourself. Only you can decide how often to rest and relax.
This Moon’s motto: Facts do not cease to exist simply because they are ignored.

The Panther (November 25 - December 23)

Why should family or friends rule how much time you allow for yourself? Something of a private and confidential nature will appear this moon, so don’t feel bad about putting your own needs first.
This Moon’s motto: Even the fairest rose fades.

The White Stag (December 24 - January 20)

In case of dealing with finances or a relationship, expect those involved to speak the truth and help you find solutions. The surest results are often achieved by way of a united front.
This Moon’s motto: Nobody is watching you until you get it wrong.

The Tortoise (January 21 - February 17)

Reassuring news will make you reassess a situation you’ve struggled with recently. Gradually you’ll see where to apply yourself, then get on with it.
This Moon’s motto: Freedom is a package deal–with it comes responsibilities and consequences.

The Crane (February 18 - March 17)

Habitual receptions are strong, so much so, that if you want to exchange one bad habit with a good one, you will easily fall into the new routine.
Motto of the Month: Work to become, not to acquire.