somethin i find really weird on this hell site is the e-assumption that if ur a solo ___ stan of 1 of the boys , ur obligated 2 still care abut the others 2 the same extent and no offence but…… i no longer do jdslfnljknflskdjnfsdfjn like nothin against the other 4 i’ll always be nostalgic 4 1d but i genuinely do not have any major interest in their solo careers/lives so i don’t see why some of y’all expect e-ppls 2 still have that ot4/ot5 mentality til this day
ozzie and eddie start out the episode by just having a freaking shouting match, complaining about how much they hate each other and how they wish the other one was dead probably. maybe we get an accidental admittance of like “i never wanted you to die but youve hurt me too much now and its unforgivable” bc you gotta love those spur of the moment ‘didnt mean to say that’ moments.
so eventually after a whole bunch of shouting and pouting they finally decide to tolerate each other at the very least, since it seems like theyre in this for the long haul. they finally come to the decision that they cant get out on their own and grudgingly agree to work together to escape
eddie decides to do what he does best: be annoying. he gets the attention of the guards somehow, leading to figure A of him laughing here:
seems like hes hammin it up again, bein all dramatic as he’s so wont to do.
im thinking, maybe he and ozzie are faking my wonderful penguins death? i mean, the guards can probably find out pretty easily that they want to freaking murder each other; it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch for them to believe that eddie somehow killed oz when theyre 3 feet apart.
and that leads to figure B:
one mr oswald cobblepot laying on the ground looking schemey or… something.
theory: ed pretends to kill oswald, gets the guards attention through being his awful over the top wonderful riddler self, and somehow manipulates them into opening the cage to check on ozzie - at which point our favorite bird probably rips their throat out or something.
so at this point ozzie’s free but you know who’s not? eddie boy of course. which means oz has to agree to let him out of his cage (and hes been doin just fine), because theyre definitely both out and about together later in the episode. so ed probably has to convince oz to open the door please. maybe he finally starts being nice to him again and promises not to try to kill him anymore. maybe theres a temporary cease fire, so they can both get out alive then kill each other on their own terms.
anyway, ozzie lets ed out and they go on a lowkey super sneaky rampage around the court of owls compound, killing whoever they find on the way (which will of course be tons of fun for the whole family). this might be where figure C comes in, but also who really knows:
then they probably get discovered and surrounded at this point, leading to….
theyre obviously angry here, and definitely shouting at someone. whom, you might ask? no clue. my prediction is that the court finally realizes these two idiots are loose and they end up getting surrounded, leading to ozzie ranting to the entirety of the court of owls in great detail about just how hes going to make them pay. theyre probably in some amount of trouble, considering mister green flamingo man even looks pretty somber. ((note: where even is this. are they even on court territory anymore))
so how do they get out of this?? enter deus ex machina: fish mooney.
ok ok thats unlikely (but it’s my one wish that the queen returns to save both of their sorry behinds). either way, someone else probably shows up to save them (maybe ivy, maybe ozzies whole mini army, maybe jimbo and co. who knows.
anyway, they most likely escape somehow and so begins the plot of literally every single character in gotham vs the court of owls.
also anyway, im probably completely wrong! but this is my best guess as of right now so i guess we’ll see next monday 🐧❔
– So it’s not “Once Sora’s story is finished, another hero’s story will begin”, the hero is always Sora.
Nomura: Yes. One of the concepts behind the KH series is that the main character Sora isn’t special, he’s just a normal boy. Yes he does have connections with Ventus’ heart, among others, but he hasn’t inherited anything from them. He’s just a normal boy you could find anywhere. I wanted to make Sora a character that the player could take onto themselves and feel that you don’t have to be special. But connect to many people and you will realize your secret potential. With BbS I want to make fans excited to see Sora’s return. The secret event is a symbol of that, so I hope everyone will get to see it and wait for Sora’s next adventure.
He’s just a normal boy you could find anywhere
…because everyone has at least 3 people living inside them at all times like a collapsing boarding house on the outskirts of town.
I want you all to know im very sorry... I promise that i didn’t start out planning to draw this.
I just wanted to draw Socks and it just turned into this. I have no idea what this is or why i drew this but im putting it in queue because it currently 5:00 am (probably why this got out of hand). I don’t even know why i spent 3 hours drawing this but here ya go.
As part of my orientation for first year uni, I attended a session on how to make the most of lectures. Some of these tips and tricks are pretty straight forward, and can carry on from high school depending on the type of student you are/were. However, some of these also encourage you to become a more critical thinker, and help to better understand the content you’re learning in your lectures!
FIRSTLY, it is important to know WHY we go to lectures.
Lectures give us the essential and practical information we need to know about each subject we’re learning - Typically, lectures give you all the information you need to know for that week, and then you use that information in your tutorials later on.
Lectures provide an expert’s perspective of the content - Lecturers are usually well equipped with the knowledge surrounding your subject and provide useful perspectives, ideas and points of view regarding what you’re learning. This helps you to understand stuff more thoroughly, even if you don’t feel that way at first.
Following on from the previous point, lecture help to understand difficult concepts - Having someone talk through the information can help sort it out in your head rather than just reading a slab of text. Many lecturers will also use examples and anecdotes to substantiate the content, which not only helps you to understand, but can also be useful in assignments.
Lectures also encourage discipline specific styles of thinking - Different subjects require you to think differently eg. languages as compared to philosophy or a science. Going to lectures can expose us to these different thinking styles, which we also may adopt to other subjects should it suit.
PREPARING FOR LECTURES
Before your lectures, it’s important and helpful to have a general idea of what you’ll be expected to learn.
Review your lecture outline - This would usually be in your subject outline if you have one. It should specify what you’ll be learning each week. Try to determine what the aims of the lecture will be.
Consider how the topic fits in - Think about what you’ll be learning and how it’s connected to your subject. This causes you to think critically about what you will be learning.
READINGS - Make sure you read all the required readings before your lectures and tutorials so you can apply them to what you’re learning in class.
Make up questions - So while you don’t exactly know what you will be learning yet, you have a kind of general idea. Make up some questions of what you want answered in that lecture. If you have questions that follow the lecture or are during the lecture, write them down so you can ask them in your tutorial.
Now that you’ve prepared for your lecture, what do you do? Let me tell you that it is not to use the free uni wifi to do some online shopping!
Make a written record - Write down what you hear, see, feel. Obviously you want to mostly be taking notes of what your lecturer is actually saying, but adding reflective commentary helps to make your notes more memorable of the moment in which you actually learnt the content.
Listen for main ideas and clues to details - Your lecturer will be emphasising certain parts of their spiel so keep an ear out for them because they’re important!
Copy/create graphic aids - If your lecturer has included them in their slides then it clearly is meant to be helpful. Creating your own also helps you to better learn and understand.
Write down examples - Your lecturer may often refer to examples which help back up and explain what they are trying to say. These are important to help you understand and can also be useful in your essays and papers.
Write down any questions - Keep these for your tutorials so clarify anything you’re unsure about.
Actually listening in a lecture can be hard when there’s one person at the front of the room monotonously saying words that somehow sound like gibberish. So how do we make sure that we’re taking in everything we need to be?
Posture - Make sure you’re sitting up straight and not slouching in your chair! This engages your muscles, making you more alert and encourages blood to pump more efficiently through your body. Also try to sit in the first third of the theatre, closest to the lecturer to help you engage with the lecturer and reduce your likeliness to get distracted.
Look up from your notes and engage with your lecturer - Lecturers like this because it means you’re actually interested, and it can also force you to actually learn something instead of passively looking at your laptop or pen and paper.
Anticipate - Try to be at least one step ahead of the lecture. Not literally, but try to think about what they could be talking about next. This means you’re processing what they’re saying and grasping a better understanding.
QUESTIONS! - I’ll say it a million times, questions concerning anything you’re confused about are so important because it means you know what you don’t know and you have some intention of figuring it out.
Alternate listening, thinking and writing - You’ll have to be doing al three in your lecture so it’s important to master the rotation of them all.
BALANCING LISTENING AND NOTE TAKING
Sometimes note taking can affect our ability to listen to what the lecturer is actually saying, or sometimes we get so invested in what the lecturer is saying we forget to write it down. So where’s the happy medium?
Listen for clues - These may be any notes or graphics they put up on the screen, repetition, pauses or emphasis, their tone of voice, or the amount of time they spend on a particular topic. These are good to keep an ear out for as they can help you what to write down.
Listen for sign posts - These include words such as “this illustrates…”, “we know this because…”, or “scholars debate…” Lecturers are providing examples, evidence and issues within the topic here, which are important for you to have a better understanding and influence you to really reflect on it later on.
All this stuff about note taking, but why do we actually do it???
Helps us concentrate
Identifying what is most important
Helps embed the content into our memory
Improves analytical skills
Helps in later assignments for that subject
So how do we effectively take notes?
Obvious one, but don’t write everything down! - only what appears to be useful and the key points
Examples are really useful to have so take note of those
Questions (again lol), thoughts and reflective comments
New terminology, references and readings - create a glossary with any new terms you’re unsure of and take note of what your lecturer refers to and recommends that you read because these can extend you in your assessments and exams
Determine if the information is available elsewhere - if you have access to lecture slides then copious notes are not as necessary because the information will be readily available. If you won’t be able to get access to the lecture again make sure you have everything you need to know!
If the purpose of the lecture is to provide background or context, listen more than you write. This information is not vital to your subject, but having a thorough understanding in your head rather than on a piece of paper is very important.
If you are listening to your lecturers point of view on an issue, take note of their arguments and how they structure them. Having an understanding of this can be useful in the formulation of your own perspective on the issue.
Formatting notes seems to be such an important issue in the studyblr community, but really, everyone is individual and we all learn in different ways. These are just some tips that I heard in the session:
Leave lots of space - Negative space in your notes can help declutter your mind. Also if you need to write something else down on that page then you have more space!
Be creative with your notes - You don’t need to make them pretty, but make them yours so you can understand them.
It’s a good idea to write down the title of the lecture and the lecturer on your notes just for future reference.
You can make your notes diagrammatic - Not everything needs to be written down in words!
Use your own abbreviations
At the end of the day, you want your notes to be exam ready so you’re just reviewing them in your SWOTVAC period!!
AFTER THE LECTURE
When the lecture ends, that doesn’t mean you should forget about everything you have just learnt. Reviewing the content is important so our brains don’t give into Ebbinghaus’ Forgetting Curve!!
Engage with the material again - Change the format of your notes, or imagine different applications of the information. This helps to have a better and stronger understanding.
Compare and contrast different ideas within the content.
Ask and answer any of your own questions, or even questions within a study group.
Make flash cards or mind maps or whatever helps you learn.
Discuss the material with your classmates
Try to apply the content to real life or real world issues.
Try to review within 24 hours of the lecture and then regular daily reviews for at least 15 minutes.
I hope that these tips are helpful in your studies, obviously not all of them are for everyone, but be open to try something new!! Good luck and much love, Emmanuelle xx
It was barely after Christmas and they already had a shit
ton of Valentine’s Day decorations and candy strewn about every damn store. I
had grown to hate that fabricated holiday. Crazy, because I used to be that guy
who would go all out for the day. I was fast approaching the second solemn, lonely
February 14th, and the third, technically since I had been ruined.
Ruined was quite possibly an understatement but it is what it is. I was madly
in love at the time. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to prove just that,
and that day was supposed to be perfect.
I had a decadent outing planned, and I had been waiting on
the day for months to be completely honest. I pump faked like I was going to
work that day, but in reality, I was putting all the final touches on my master
plan. Nothing was going to go awry on this day. We had been together for almost
two years and she who shall remain nameless, was my everything. That day was
going to solidify my stance as to where she stood in my life and what I wanted
with her. I made my rounds that day with the biggest smile in my heart. The
rose petals had been laid out all over the suite. I had dropped the chef the
key to the suite so there would be no delay. I went and picked up her dress and
my suit for the night. Shit was just too perfect. I had headed back to the house
to surprise bae about fifteen after the hour of 11. Her first 2 dozen roses
should have been delivered about 45 minutes prior to my arrival. I was so
wrapped up in my grand scheme that I didn’t even stop to think how she hadn’t
hit me up all day. As I pulled up to our apartment, the excitement was bubbling
over. I was ready to whisk her away for her massage, facial and all out
As I made it upstairs to 603B, butterflies filled me. I was
convinced she was going to meet me at the door with the biggest smile and hug.
I opened the door and was welcomed with an eerie silence. Maybe she was in the
tub soaking, I thought. The only hint I had given her as to the festivities that
I had planned was to be prepared to be swept off her feet. The candles were
lit, the house smelling like vanilla and a hint of lavender. I checked the mail
that was on the counter as I passed the kitchen. I heard her voice from the
backroom. I smiled and made my way to her sweet melody. I slowly opened the
door leading to our room and did a quick scan of the surroundings. She wasn’t
in the bed, so I went to the bathroom. I could tell the water had not too long
ago been turned off. The mirror still brandished a thick steam coating along
the top. I walked to my side of the bed and saw a set of clothes unfamiliar to
me. I looked over to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony and I saw
her white robe on the floor. I precariously walked over and pulled the blinds
back. What my eyes focused upon ripped my heart out of my chest. She was knelt
between his legs on her knees, with a mouthful of him. My body kept me frozen
in place. I couldn’t bear to watch her service this random like she had
serviced me only hours before. I was in complete shock. A million things ran
thru my mind all at once. I wanted to cry, laugh, scream out. Hell, I even
thought about my nine in the closet. After what seemed to be an eternity I
peeled myself from the glass unbeknownst to either of them. Threw a bag of shit
together quick and bounced. I left a note:
I just wanted to let you know that I never had a gift like this. This
will be with me for a lifetime, I hope you know. I never would have thought I would
be kicked in the dick so hard, let alone by you. You were my queen, the reason
the sun rose in the east and set in the west; let me tell it. So quickly
everything became nothing. But it was all your choice. At any rate fuck you
very much, for everything and clearly nothing.
I locked the sliding door just as she began to mount this nigga,
and I taped the note to the window. I pushed the blinds back far enough so she
could see me. The look on her face was utter disbelief. She tried to hop off but
I was out. Fast forward now two, just about three years, here I am approaching
damn Valentine’s Day again. The last two have been lackluster and that’s an
over statement. I can count on one hand how many dates I had been on since that
day. That shit made me hardcore. I had no intention on trying at another
relationship. We could kick it here or there, and not on no consistent shit
That was until she moved in across the street 4 months or so
ago. See, I had moved into the city, and was in apartment C of the brownstone,
and I happened to catch her on moving day. She was brown skinned, short cut
like Nia on Friday almost, and her smile was brighter than Time Square at
midnight. I hadn’t been smitten like this in what felt like ages. I kept my
distance and had done so for months. But the what if game in my head had gotten
real old. We all know curiosity killed the cat, and I was sure to be the next
victim. I was hesitant in my approach. Outside of the moments when we happened
to be on our street at the same time, I only caught glimpses of her silhouette
on the nights I’d sit on my window seat. After seeing her again one evening, it
was then and there that I decided I would take a stab at her the next day. It
was a blistering morning but I went thru with my plan anyway. I left the
brownstone for work a hair earlier than normal so I could make my first move. I
stuck a sticky note on her wind shield.
I wish I knew your name. But I find you very attractive and I would
really like to get to know you. I know this is different but I’m a bit shy but
I had to try something to get your attention.
P.S. If you’re interested leave a note back here tomorrow.
I wasn’t the least bit confident that I would get a response.
But that didn’t stop me from pondering what her possible response would be if
she even gave one. I wrestled with myself on if I had even taken the right
approach. I kind of felt lame, but I had been out of the game so long, I wasn’t
sure if I could just go up and talk to her like that. I wrecked my brain all
day about this. I ended up grabbing a drink at the bar up the block on the way
home. I threw a few back and made my way in. The liquor in my system took the
edge off, which was great. I noticed her car was back in place and the note was
no longer on the windshield. I hustled into the house as though if she would
have saw me, she would have known I was the mystery man behind the note. I was
really trippin’ out. I ordered Chinese and peered out the window a few times,
but only to see the very silhouette that had me going thru all this madness.
Somewhere in the disarray of my thoughts I managed to slip into a deep slumber.
I woke up the next morning unsure whether I should be excited or just await the
inevitable. I did my normal routine and headed for the door. I walked over to the car and saw a return
I am Machelle, this is certainly odd but I consider myself a deferrer,
so why not play along? I too don’t have a name for you. And I will do you one
better, I love sports how about you?
I looked around 3 minutes too late like I couldn’t already
have been made. I darted back across the street and up to my apartment. I had
to pen the next note to her, knowing I was probably going to be late to work.
But how in the Sam hell could I not respond to her promptly? I scrambled around
looking for my note pad and in my haste, I found it on the kitchen counter.
First off, I’m glad and honestly shocked you responded. My name is DePaul.
Sports are, were instrumental in my life coming up. I love them. Are you a
Knicks or Nets fan? What other things do you fancy?
I put the letter in a different spot on the windshield than
where she had her note. Hopefully she would notice when she came out this
morning. I was eager to get off that afternoon, but I had no clue that I’d have
another note waiting for me. She had placed it under the left wiper blade and I
had used the right one that morning. I guess that would be our indicator. I
surveyed my surroundings before swiping my note and crossing the street. The
allure of the entire of the situation had me hyped.
DePaul huh? I like that. What sport did you play? And I fancy many
things but mainly I’m a foodie, I love the beach, and history intrigues me as
well. How about you? BTW this whole note thing is just too cute.
Aww shucks you like my name. I played baseball and basketball, I
dabbled in soccer but that was too much running for too little points. History,
what’s your favorite era in time? I like history as well but I am more of a
science guy. What kind of music are you into miss lady?
We exchanged notes for two weeks, and I was rather content.
I mean I wanted her but I wasn’t completely ready to put myself out on the
chopping block either. I couldn’t lie to myself by the same token and say I
didn’t want to have face to face conversation. See what her scent was like,
touch her hand, just be in her presence. I think the all the note passing added
to the allure of the whole thing. I just couldn’t bring myself to jump off the
cliff yet. I was still window watching and sneaking notes. Then she went silent
I didn’t get a note for 3 whole days. I was a bit concerned, I hadn’t seen her
from my perch either. I left a note only to find it there when I returned home
that day and the same the next morning when I left out. I guess the flame and
cute little note game had gotten played out. Shit had me in the dumps on a
Friday morning. I spent the entire workday pondering what went wrong. I walked
from the subway with the least bit of pep in my step. I merely peered over at
the Jag to still see the note I’d left the day before in the same spot. I
walked up the stoop, stopping in the corridor to check the mail. Bills on a
Friday are the worst. I was thumbing through the mail as I walked to my door
when my keys slipped out of my hands and fell to the floor. As I knelt to pick
them up I looked at the door realized that an envelope had been taped over the
peephole. I quickly snatched it down and rushed inside. As I walked past the
kitchen I tossed the other mail on the counter. Breaking the seal, a sweet
aroma filled my nostrils. Instantly I knew it was her. The hairs on the back of
my neck stood up. I really didn’t know what to expect.
I have enjoyed our back and forth over the past several weeks. And to
be frank, I am beyond intrigued and more than impatient to really get to know
you. For that I had to step up the game, let you know I know who you are and I
am yours for the taking. I am free on the 14th so we should get
together grab a bite of sorts. I’m sure you are going to go to your window…
You’re not the only one that has been watching. In fact, I’ve been watching you
since I came and looked at my place two months ago. But shhhh… don’t tell
anybody. That can be our little secret. But let me know about dinner, call me
646-555-5525. Besides I am ready to hear your voice.
Damn, like for real damn. She put her foot all the way down
on me. She put the note on my door, so I knew there was no mistaking the tone.
And she slick let me know she knew who I was. That was a turn on. She was going
for what she wanted and didn’t have a lick of shame in it. I was too hype to
call. My mind was racing on what I could do with her on the 14th
of…. Aww damn that’s Valentine’s Day. That fact hit me like a ton of bricks, but
by now I am too invested and too intrigued not to push forward. I made my mind
up right then and there, I was no longer going to let what happened those years
ago, mold my future any longer. I sat on the couch pondering for a few moments.
I wanted to peer out of my window but I didn’t want her to see me. It would be
just my luck.
I headed to the shower with my mind set ablaze. What would
she sound like? Would it be as sweet as she looked? Would our conversation flow
like our notes had? Would my pen pal be everything I had spent the last few
weeks dreaming about? I wonder if her lips would feel as good as this water felt
after a long day of work. I was curious before, but now this was torture.
Sitting on the edge of the bed clutching her last note, I was on a cliff, and I
wasn’t sure what awaited me. But… I was too far gone to not jump. I dialed the
number from the note. I could feel my heart in my throat, as it rang in my ear.
At the end of the second chime she answered. It was the sweetest hello I had
ever heard. I was stuck, in complete infatuation. The second hello brought me
to. Clearing my throat, I reciprocated the pleasantries. We talked for an
entire two hours that first night. Everything flowed so well. Two episodes of
the Vikings marathon had come and went and yet I was still yearning for more of
her. I know I went to sleep with a smile on my face that night.
The 14th was Tuesday, and we had discussed getting together as
she suggested. The weekend gave me time to fester in my thoughts. I had already
decided we would head to Manhattan to have dinner and a movie at the new dine
in cinema. I was dead locked on that one. After that though, I would be at her
mercy as she wanted to take me to what she described as a cool dessert spot. I
was game for it though. I was just ready to be in her presence. I didn’t bug
her over the weekend, though she did call to check up me. Apart of me wanted to
kick it with her but I played it cool. Besides, if all went well I would afford
myself a plethora of chill time.
Tuesday rolled around and 5 o’clock couldn’t take any longer
to arrive. Butterflies had gripped me all day. I rushed out of the door and
made my way to the subway station. The date was set for 7. That gave me just
the right amount of time to get home, wash the day off, and get spiffy. Had
this nice little number I put together, nothing too heavy. This was a light
date of sorts, like a getting to know each other kind of thing. Some fresh
denim, a black polo, accompanied by a military green bomber that accented my
olive Timbs well. By 730 the kid was ready and dressed to impress. I called over
and she told me she was ready as well. I told her I would be down waiting on
her. I decided Uber would be the best bet. I figured we’d have a couple drinks
and what not, so better safe than sorry. Just as she was coming down, the car
was pulling up. She came down with jeans and a coat that hid her top, looking
like a real around the way girl in her wheats. That look to me was so sexy,
thought she probably thought nothing of it.
50 Shades was ok, I feel it could have been better, but it was
definitely a good date movie. I had a million questions brewing in my head but
I kept it cool. I was trying to remain a gentleman I swear, but in my head I
was pondering what turned her on. Was she into any of this? Like the thoughts
of her were getting me hot. We hadn’t even mentioned sex in our conversations
but it was all that was on my mind at present. I was glad when the movie
concluded. Then maybe my rampant mind would take a break. On the way out, our
hands found one another.
“So, what did you think?” I probed. I was low key trying to
see what piqued her interest as well as gauge how the night may end. I would be
lying if I said I didn’t want her the very second she sat next to me in the uber.
She smelled of heaven, and I was convinced that it was a place I wanted to go.
“Oh I liked it, but I thought it would be more intense. The
way people rave about it, I was expecting more… Maybe I’m just hella freaky.”
She didn’t even look up from rummaging in her purse. The uber pulled up as the
blank stare and awkward silence gripped my soul.
I let her in on the back-driver side and I walked around to
the other side of the car. As I got in the uber driver greeted us and asked us
how our night had gone. Turns out she had seen the movie over the weekend. Her
eyes lit up as she said she enjoyed it. Machelle couldn’t see her face though. They
went back and forth about the movie. My eyes were glued to my date’s lips. The
words flowed eloquently from her luscious chops. I felt myself leaning in
unable to stop myself. Her eyes found mine, and she halted conversation
abruptly. My body had superseded my mind. My mind was on the fence about the
reception I would receive, but my body was itching to know what the outcome would
be. Our lips met with a fire hell
couldn’t match. Her lips were as soft as my mind had dreamt and they fit upon
mine just perfect. We wanted, no needed to know more.
I felt neurons shooting from every part of my frame in every
direction. Her hands traveled up the back of my shirt, all but confirming we
were in the same book, on the identical page, equivalent paragraph, and
sentence. She bit my bottom lip as my
tongue delved into her opening. We traded places as I sucked and nibbled on her
lips. We were just heating up, yet the windows were already beginning to
glisten with fog from our steamy, passionate kisses. The more we embraced the
deeper I fell into her. My hands descended inside the top of her pants and my
hands found the top of her plump pussy, and I was shocked to discover we were
both free ballin’. It was a nervous thing I did on a first date, don’t judge
me. But anticipation gripped me the closer I got to her love center. As I
landed home, she clamped down on my lip and we cooed in unison. I was in need
of a life jacket. Swimming wasn’t on our original date itinerary, but
adjustments would surely be made.
Her moans encouraged my every effort. She sounded of pure
passion and love. I knew this was the gateway drug to an addiction of her.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the second note. Mmmm I’ve needed you to
touch me.” She cooed to me. This Uber had turned into a really hot episode of
taxi cab confessions. My lips found her neck as my fingers dove deeper in her
swimming pool and didn’t even realize we had made it back home. Our diver
didn’t bother to announce our arrival either. She was playing in her own pool
in the front seat. The car was oozing of us, it was euphoric to say the least. I was ready to get all the way wet. My phalanges
found my lips as I was reluctant to pull away.
“Thank you” I uttered to our driver.
“No thank you” she rebutted, cleaning her own fingers. We
all chuckled before we exited.
Machelle and I shared a steamy glare as we stood on the
sidewalk on her side of the street, then we kissed hard as the car pulled off. I
held her tight to me. With a bright flash the skies opened up and the rain
began to pour. Machelle turned and bolted up the steps clutching my hand
pulling me in tow. I watched what once was a rain drop now a bead of water, run
down her caramel glazed skin tone. Before she could unlock and open the door,
our tongues met again like fire and water. There was a slight jolt followed by
a low moan. She turned the nob and pushed the door open, granting us
access. While I was scanning the room
Machelle was fixated on shedding clothes. I was oblivious to it.
“MM..MM” she commanded my attention. My eyes most certainly
feasted on her gorgeous frame, still glistening. Her c-cup breast still
restrained in her gray lace bra. Her hips were being gripped with the matching
thong. I could feel my heart beating fast. I wanted every part of this woman. I
slowly made my way over scanning her loveliness. I followed her eyes and I
could tell she was undressing me with them. Shirt first, up and over; then I
unbuttoned my jeans. My chest met her breast as we embraced. She felt of satin
to me. It was completely mesmerizing. My hands traced her outline. She felt
“I wanna taste you” She said, pushing me on to the sofa. I
offered no objections. She kneeled before me taking my dick between her lips.
Her tongue toyed with my head, before she descended my shaft. She was so
gorgeous with my meat in her mouth. Her light brown eyes peered into my dark
ones. Slurping she found an up and down rhythm, making me head fall back onto
“Shit!” I murmured. She was giving me that work. Taking my
dick out she slapped her cheek. She was revealing her monstrous ways the more
she delved into me. I don’t know if she was trying to come out the gate and one
up me, or was this just her normal lip service. But she was about to have me on
the ropes in a second. I guided her head up and my shit left her mouth with a
loud pop. She was ravenous on the rod. I gave her a look like, you mother
fucker you. She blushed and quickly put on a devilish grin. I opted to not
release my own beastly way upon her. I figured I would spring up on her at a
less suspecting time. I reached down to my jeans that were around my ankles. I
lifted a condom from the back pocket. I slid it down my still soaking member.
Machelle straddled me, split her entrance on my pole. Condom on and all, I
could feel the tsunami her lips were staving off. She nestled atop me, and
proceeded to find a rhythm. My hands continued to roam her curves. Her gorgeous
breast dangled just out of reach. Gripping her ass, I leaned up and sucked one
of her protruding nipples into my mouth.
She moaned deep and threw her head back, never breaking pace. Her pussy
was gripping me with every up stroke.
She rode me like a champion, But I was ready to put my mark
on her. The way her hips rolled on my dick was tantalizing. Her pretty breast
dangled and bounced in front of me. Teasing my lips each time they swooshed
passed my mouth. I was ready to put in work of my own. Machelle probably
thought my bashfulness would translate to the bedroom but I was anything but in
that arena. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up. Naturally her legs locked
around me. I flexed my strength as I gave her that up stroke. She was game,
sinking her teeth into my neck. Little did she know she was feeding the beast.
Any more she would be unlatching the cage that contained it. Her nails dug in
to the curve of my back. The passion was unreal. It was as if the more I pushed
the more she grabbed and vice versa. You ever get intimate with someone, and
know you made the right choice and know this is the start of something amazing.
This was that, to the 10th power. I never felt so connected, so
passionate, so beastly… all at one time. I wanted to passionately give her me
but in the same sentence I wanted to bend her over, grip her by the throat and
an ass cheek and punish her good ass pussy. I kept my composure though, at
least for the moment. I couldn’t blow the top off of her imagination on the
first go round. Not sure she could handle that. But she was fucking me like she
wanted to take it there. She was fucking back with raw passion in her eyes.
I let her dismount me, and she posted up on the couch and pointed
that gorgeous ass at me. It was swaying from side to side in slow motion. In
reality, it was swishing back and forth rather quick. I was so gone I was
watching each ripple as her ass moved about. She rocked back into my stiffness,
she was so wet I slid in like a butter knife in warm butter. I didn’t move
initially, I let her bounce that pretty ass on me. I could feel the cage become
more unhinged. The better me knew I should have walked away. But she kept me
entranced with her silky smoothness. I grabbed her hips, halting her movements.
She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Damn baby, I want more. Please can I have more daddy?” Her
tone shot straight through me. It snatched the lock right off the cage.
“Fuck” I muttered to myself. I knew the tides would change
rapidly in the next few moments. It was like the harder I pulled the harder she
pushed. I halted my movement, as a last ditch effort to hold back. She probably
was of the impression she had me on the ropes. But, she was wrong. Machelle
flashed a sexy grin at me over her shoulder, then she started to twerk on my
dick like it was her finishing move. Shit was driving me wild, and in essence
she was only inching closer to my on-switch. She threw her head back and
magically my hand grabbed a fist full of her curly locks. She let out a loud
gasp as I matched her buck with my thrust. She wasn’t ready, and I had no cares.
She brought this upon herself. Her ass was no longer coming back with the same
determination as it once had. I pulled her up closer to my frame, gripping her
titty and squeezing her nipple at the same time. Her muffled moans were getting
harder to contain. In the madness my hand left her hair and moved towards her
throat. As I gave her neck a gentle squeeze, I felt her pussy clench upon me as
she found her release; with it came a screeching moan that I’m sure could have
been heard from my place. I was poised to fill this rubber up. I get off on
reactions and lawd she touched my soul in that moment. I pounded that pussy out
until I came hard and fast. With a loud growl I spilled my cum all inside her
soaking wet, hot kitty, and we collapsed in euphoria. We lay there sprawled out
“Machelle???” I managed between breaths. She just looked at
me, unable to form words as of yet. “Machelle, you wanna be my girlfriend?”
When you are attracted to someone or feel a certain intimate pull towards them, whether you are conscious of it or not, your body will expose you. Unlike the mouth, the body does not lie. It essentially behaves upon instincts, therefore bypassing the process of filtering that thoughts/mental conceptions systematically go through in conversations. For example, someone frightens you, you jump away while screaming. You don’t plan your reaction, you just do. Someone is saying something that you do not like or disagree greatly with, you fold your arms tightly around your chest without even realizing it.
I’ve been studying psychology for 5 years as an option class alongside my main Masters in literature and I was fortunate enough to have great psychology professors. We talked about various themes and aspects of the human mind as well as the body. What I am going to use in this analysis is knowledge that I’ve gained through the courses and my own personal opinions/readings. I wanted to apply that on the case study of Kaisoo. The conclusion does not matter as much to me as the freedom to explore this option.
I’m going to provide a list of clues and behavioral patterns that the body of a male exhibits when attracted or feel emotionally connected to someone else. Those clues must not be taken separately but it’s rather the whole of them together that might signal an attraction/pull of a certain depth/degree.
1) The head tilt :
Whenever a certain someone is speaking and you always find yourself unconsciously titling your head ( to one side, sometimes alongside angling your body as well) while looking at them. Not once or twice but often around them and for a considerable period of time. That means that they hold your interest, in more than one way. It might not be interest in the physical sense but they do somehow ‘fascinate’ you, whether intellectually or by just being who they are. It mostly translates into you liking that person,appreciating how they speak and who they are in general.
I noticed that Kai does have a tendency of doing this while staring at Kyungsoo. I’ve observed Kai in several interviews and he does pay great attention to whoever speaking ( due to his personality/polite upbringing). However, what made me decide to add this in here is the fact he does it even when Kyungsoo is not talking or the focus of the conversation, like in here :
In the gif below, I want you to take notice and compare the difference between Kai’s posture and Luhan’s ( The blond behind Kyungsoo). Both are actually looking at Soo. Who looks far more interested/engaged in your opinion ?
Now, Note the way Kai angles his head and body in the examples below.
His body is displaying clues of interest. The torso and the legs angle at where the person unconsciously want to be.
2 - The Eyes
Eyes are a fundamental part of how we communicate with one another. . A glare, a glance, a gaze, a stare, the direction/duration of it ( up-down, down-up, brief, long, darting, fixed..) all mean different things. In case of attraction, how you look at your interest and how you feel about them usually go hand in hand. Also, personality and self-confidence play a great role in determining how you look at someone you like/admire.
If you’re confident and usually the type who’s open about how they feel, your stare would be long, fixed and ‘open’. In the case of Kai, he does stare at Kyungsoo quite often. However what’s peculiar about his staring is how deep and honest it is. He does not hide it nor does he seem to be conscious of it at times. Some believe that he stares at everyone the same but I do believe there is a difference.
Here are some pics/gifs of what I have mentioned above :
His eyes also tend to ‘soften’.
Now Kyungsoo is different, he seems almost unable to hold Kai’s gaze for too long when he is looking at him directly. In most of the instances I found, Soo is almost always staring when Kai is not looking back or unaware, which I find quite interesting.
The gif below is clear indication of how flustered he seems under the attention. Form the darting eyes, to the evident gulp and the tight timid smile. He is projecting typical clues of being nervous.
However, note how ‘open’ his face is when he meets Kai’s eyes. His smile always genuine, teeth shown.
I think there isn’t much to say on this :) I will prepare the second part next as this post got too long and it’s getting quite late here. There are still some other clues to cover. I will get to it as soon as I can. I will see you soon.
TO BE CONTINUED
PS : I would like to thank all the creators for the gifs and the pics. They are not mine, they belong to their respective owners.