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View | jaehyun

Genre: bodyguard!AU | fluff, angst, mild swearing and a lot of sarcasm.

Member: Jaehyun / reader (3rd person perspective!!!!!)

Word count: 3000+

Note: There will be a part 2!

Summary: “You’re staring.”

“I like the view”

“What, of London?”

“London doesn’t compare to you”

(or the one where she doesn’t need him, but maybe she wants him.)

part: one | two

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

“No.”

“You’re being unreasonable. “ Jaehyun says, crossing his arms.

She shrugs, “I disagree.”

He sighs, “Look your Highness-”

“Don’t call me that.” She interrupts, crossing her legs.

“Okay princess.” He drawls sarcastically, “You simply can’t refuse to have a bodyguard without a valid reason.” He sighs.

She cocks her head, raising a eyebrow, “I have a valid reason!” She assures.

“Let’s hear it.” he demands.

“I don’t like your face.” She blurts. He frowns and she crosses her arms to mimic him.

“And you think my face is going to hinder my ability to protect you?” He questions.

“It could!” She assures in a seriousness that almost makes him laugh, “What if you’re looking at your reflection in a store window or your phone screen and someone kidnaps me?” She cries.

“Trust me, they’d bring you back.” He muttered scratching his head.

“What?”

“I said we’d get you back.” he enunciates, “Our job is to make sure nothing happens to you- for God’s sake I’m a trained professional you can’t just-”

“I don’t need a bodyguard. I don’t even need a guard dog, I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself!” She cries in frustration, running her fingers through her hair.

To silence that follows is a mutual agreement for a break- to regroup, relax, grab a glass of water or a snack before they come back to finish the conversation. He sighs, she kicks her feet like she feels guilty for something and looks down at the table. There’s a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that sit kindly beside an economist magazine and a small receipt like checklist of everything she needs to pack.

Paris.

Her fingers tap at her upper arm and she looks away to the wall to study the paint. He adjusts his suit, tugging at the collar of his shirt, “You’re stuck with me princess.” He says eventually.

Her neck snaps back to look at him. She wrinkles her nose, “Keep your distance.”




paris

She sitting on a smooth wooden bench in the center of the Louvre. The room is empty, cleared by security for her protection and she’s staring at a painting. Its called ‘The Embarkation for Cythera’ and her chin is resting on her fist. One leg is crossed over the other and she quickly adjust the denim skirt she’s wearing. She’s got a brochure in one hand and headphones in her ears where jazz floods her senses.

Jaehyun is a few meters to her left, watching her closely as she stares curiously at the art. She yanks her headphones out, “What?” She snaps, sighing and turning to look at him.

“I didn’t say anything.” He shrugs.

She rolls her eyes, “You’re staring.”

He shrugs again, “That’s my job.”

She shakes her head, “No, your job is to protect me. You could do that from the control room or from the other side of this room but instead you’re stood as close as you can get without it being suspicious and you’re staring.” she explains.

He licks his lips and points to the painting before her, “This is one of my favourite paintings.”

She raises an eyebrow, “So you were staring at the painting?” She asks, knowing full well he wasn’t.

He nods, walking closer to sit on the bench next to her, “Not everything’s about you princess.”

They sit quietly together, neither too bothered to fill the silence. The absence of crowds who discus meaningless matters makes her feel lonely and isolated but she’s learnt to be with herself. “Why did you take this job?” She pipes up, not quite sure why she’s interested.

He cocks his head to look at the painting and licks his lips, “Patriotic duty.”

She laughs, “You’re funny.”

He turns to look at her, “You don’t believe me?”

She scoffs, “I don’t even think you believe you.”

“Okay.” He says carefully, crossing his arms, “Why do you think I took the job?”

She pauses and watches him carefully. She holds up her hand, “I have two theories.” She states.

He smirks, “I’m all ears.”

“the first-” she starts, her posture changing because she’s in her element, “Is that you were bored. You got sick and tired of foreign business men and all that bureaucracy and you heard the rumours.”

He raises an eyebrow, “What rumours?”

“The ones about me.” She says, pointing to herself. He scoffs but she continues, “You heard about the strange princess who doesn’t buy into this whole royalty thing and you were curious.”

“Curious enough to leave the KCIA and baby sit a brat?” He asks sarcastically.

She clicks her fingers, “Or you were fired. I’m still developing some more theories.” she sighs.

He scoffs a laugh, “Yeah well keep looking.”

She sighs again, turning back to the painting. The silence becomes deafening, an unbearable reminder that she’s always alone and completely segregated from the rest of society. He can see the sadness in her eyes, he saw it the moment he met her when she watched her distant family’s children dancing in the gardens of the palace. He sees it every time she has to attend some event or smile at some strangers her parents introduce her to, even sometimes when she watches students on their way to school, laughing with their friends.

“So which one is your favourite painting?” He asks quietly, trying to give her some kind of human interaction before she locks herself in her hotel room.

She swallows, scratching her head, “I hate art.”

He frowns, “Why are you here?”

She shrugs, looking around the room at the different paintings. “I wanted to feel less alone.” she says quietly.

He rolls his eyes, “Yikes, do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?” He asks tiredly.

She glares, “Fuck you.”

He shakes his head, “There are many ways to feel less alone, like hookers.” he suggests.

She tries to stay angry but her lips threaten a smile and she looks down at her hands, “You’re funny.” she states once more, but this time he doesn’t think it’s sarcastic.

He points, “You should smile more.”

She waves him off even though he looks smug because he can see her trying not to grin, “Shut up.”




She’s curled against the window with a book half open in her hands and her legs bent against her body. Jaehyun’s sitting in a leather chair nearby, looking around the room while his fingers tap anxiously against the arm of the seat. He sighs loudly, “How long are we going to be here?” he asks.

“How long is a rope?” she retorts, not testing her eyes from the book.

“Long enough to hang myself with.” He replies.

“Oh, boo-hoo, your life is so miserable.” She says sarcastically, turning a page.

He sighs again, glancing around the room. The building has high ceilings with shelves the reach as high as they can. Books are in piles on coffee table before leather chairs and large windows let in light to show dust over some of them. He pushes some aside with his feet, distantly curious but barely caring enough to sit up properly. He glances at her, “What are you reading?” He asks in an attempt to appease his boredom.

She sighs, “It’s called Man’s Search For Meaning.”

He cocks his head, “Is it a self help book?” He mocks.

She scoffs, “You’re an idiot.”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re mean.” he points out.

“No.” She begins, “I dislike persistent human interaction, something I cannot get away from as long as you continue to be present in my life because your contract says you need to shadow me 24/7” she hisses.

There’s a pause and he points to her, “Mean.” He repeats.

She rolls her eyes.

He watches her read, the light from the window falling on her face like she’s waking up from a dream and her hair is tucked behind her ear. She flicks through the book like she’s hungry for some kind of intellect she can’t find in her everyday world and she bites her lip when she concentrates. “You’re staring again.” She states, not looking up from the pages.

He clicks his tongue, “I like the view.”

She looks up and raises and eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

He points to the window that overlooks le canal saint martin where trees grow along the pavement and provide shade to couples who sit on benches and watch the water flow. “Paris is beautiful.” He states with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes, “It’s famous for that.”

He cocks his head, “So are you.”

She sighs loudly and lays the book down against her lap. “Are you flirting with me?” She asks carefully.

He shrugs, “You’re pretty, we’re in Paris, might as well make the most of a bad situation.” he crosses his arms.

She shakes her head, “Your job is to protect me, not take me out.”

He sighs loudly, a grunt emitting from his throat, “Buzzkill.”

She stares at him a little longer, “You’re so unprofessional, there is no way you can protect me more than I can myself.”

“Wanna bet?” He replies without a beat.

“Do I get to go back to reading if I agree?” she says tiredly, rubbing her eyes.

He nods, “Pinky promise.”

She smirks slightly, “What’s the bet?”

He points to her, “You get a point every time you don’t need me, I get a point every time you do.”

She smiles, “You’re on.”




new york

They’re sitting in a red leather booth by the window. The floor is tiled black and white and there’s a rainbow coloured juke box in a corner where a Beatles song is playing over the speakers. She’s scarfing down a burger and the fluorescent lighting from the diner stings her eyes, it’s a contrast from the darkness outside. Jaehyun sits opposition her with his arms crossed to match the boredom on his face.

she glances at him, “Don’t look so glum.” she giggles with a childlike grin.

“You’re drunk.” he points out.

She giggles again, slurping from her milkshake and crossing a leg over the other. She’s wearing his jacket because she didn’t have one of her own and the velvet dress was too thin to keep any heat in. “You’re a buzzkill.” she retorts.

He purses his lips, “You’re an idiot.”

I’m a princess.” She reminds, wagging her finger back and forth.

He rolls his eyes, “You snuck out and went clubbing.”

She shrugs, “I like the music.” But her lip lifts into a smirk and he knows she’s still sober enough to be herself.

“You can’t ditch your security.” He repeats for what feels like the hundredth time.

She shakes her head, “I think you’ll find that I can, and I did.”

“It’s dangerous.” He enunciates, leaning forward.

She scoffs and waves him off, “The only dangerous thing about tonight is the blister on my foot.”

“Or-” he Interrupts, snatching her milkshake and taking a gulp, “The guy who followed you to the club, the one who nearly slipped something into your drink and the one who tried to hit on you.”

She frowns, “You’re the one who followed me to the club, you’re saying I was in danger of you?”

He pauses, narrowing his eyes, “You knew?” He asks.

She breathes a laugh, “Of course I knew, and what was wrong with the guy who tried to hit on me?” she adds absentmindedly, finally finishing off her burger.

He raises an eyebrow, “Really?” She just stares so he sighs and points to his wrist, “Gang tat on his arm.”

“Oh, a bad boy.” She giggled again, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

“A very bad boy.” He reminds.

She smiles like he’s the funniest guy on earth and he tries his best not to stare too long because she really is very beautiful. She picks up the menu again, scanning through the options, glancing at him every few seconds. She hesitates, opens her mouth a few times but doesn’t say anything.

She folds the menu and puts it down, “I have another theory.” She states.

He narrows his eyes, “Alright.” He nods.

She licks her lips and crosses her arms “You’re running away from something.”

He cocks his head and she thinks she’s getting somewhere, “Continue.”

She shrugs, “That’s all I’ve got. Maybe you fucked up, hurt someone or got hurt- I’ve seen the scar on your hip.”

His arms instinctively tighten together and he wrinkles his nose, “You been checking me out?” He smirks, trying to deflect.

She shrugs again, “I like the view.”

“Now princess, are you flirting with me?” he questions, leaning forward in his seat and pressing his forearms into the table.

He’s got this smile on his face like he knows what she’s going to say. She smiles back, like they’re drunk idiots at 4am eating junk food somewhere in the middle of new York. She wipes her lip with her thumb and rest her elbows on the table, her head resting in her hands. They’re close enough that she’s pretty sure he can heart her heart slamming against her rib cage, “You’re beautiful.” She murmurs.

He cocks his head, his hand reaching out and pushing the hair away from her face. He tucks it behind her ear and she sighs, closing her eyes, “You’re drunk.” He says sadly.

She giggles, only making everything crash down around them much faster, “‘Yes I’m drunk, and you’re beautiful. And tomorrow I’ll be sober-’

‘And you’ll still be beautiful.’” he finishes. He sighs, letting his hand drop, “Its late princess, let’s get you home.”

She smiles again when she sees his cheeks flushed red and as he leads her out of the diner, his hand is on the small of her back, trying to keep her steady. He tries his best not to touch her for too long in case he kisses her but he helps her climb into the car and she holds onto his hand a little too tight like she doesn’t want to let go of him.

He smiles.

Her: 1

Jaehyun: 1




She’s panting, sweat dripping down her forehead and her shirt clings to her body. She takes a swig of her water bottle and wipes her cheek, trying to cool herself down. She looks over the cliff, staring down into what seems like the abyss and smiles. She’s trekked all this distance, wading through the dirt and gravel and the grass that scratches her ankles while the sun beat down on her skin.

“I didn’t take you for a hiking person.” Jaehyun huffs out.

She chugs a gulp of water and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, “I wanted to try something new.”

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, knowing full well she did it to get some space and, and sighs, “Right.”

“Anyway-” She shrugs, stepping over a rock, “This is fun.”

“Oh yeah, 1000° of fun.” he mocks sarcastically, wiping his forehead.

She scoffs, “I didn’t take you for a whiner.” She mutters.

He smirks, “Sexually or just in general?”

“You’re hilarious.” She says breathlessly, placing her hands on her hips as she stands straight, trying to get some air into her lungs. He keeps walking as she looks at the distant view of the city.

“You need to stop princess?” Jaehyun calls from ahead.

She swallows, looking up at him and shakes her head with a grin, “Not a chance.” She assures, jogging to catch up with him.

He’s not in his suit for once. They’re both in workout gear, trainers and T-shirts and sweat all over their bodies but they’re both smiling at each other as they continue to hike up the sandy hill. “I have a question.” he breathes heavily.

She keeps walking, “Okay.”

He takes a gulp of water, “Why are you off gallivanting the world with no specific purpose?”

“I have a purpose.” She points out nonchalantly.

“Care to share?” he asks curiously.

She shrugs, “I want to gallivant the world.”

He nods, “That’s a good argument.” He points out, almost impressed.

But he’s got this tone to his voice that makes her eyes narrow, “But you don’t believe me.” She states, wiping the sweat from her forehead again.

He smirks, “I don’t even think you believe you.”

She shrugs and keeps walking, “Okay, what do you think my purpose for doing all of this is?” she asks tiredly.

He follows after her, still sweating from everywhere, “I have one theory.” He states.

“Only one?” She replies, raising an eyebrow.

He sighs disappointingly, “Yes sorry, only one.”

She smiles softly, “Let’s hear it.” She orders.

He stops, taking a deep breath and placing his hands on his hips. He pants through his words and she stops next to him. “I think you’re running away from something.”

He waits for a reaction that never comes, she just keeps panting, stays silent and tries to regain her breath. She swallows, hands on her knees and shakes her head, “Aren’t we all?” She responds, standing upright and staring at him. “And that’s not a very original theory, I seem to remember using it myself.” She reminds.

He cocks his head, “And now you’re deflecting.”

She smirks, “Well aren’t you a smart one.” She says sarcastically with no tone of anger in her voice which tells him she’s not upset he’s starting to figure her out, maybe because she doesn’t think he’ll get very far.

“I think you don’t want to be queen, or princess even.” He adds, “I think this is your way of experiencing life outside of that.”

She almost rolls her eyes, “A child could have diagnosed that.” she starts to walk up the hill again, lugging her body up the steep slope.

He raises an eyebrow, “Diagnosed?” He calls after her.

“Yeah” she calls back, “It’s called the grass is always greener on the other side or um… wanting what you can’t have?” but there’s a hint of bitterness to her voice and he knows she’s annoyed.

“And what you want is a normal life.” He states.

She narrows her eyes and stops walking, her hands on her hips. She takes a deep breath and sighs. She hesitates telling him, she’s not the kind to complain but she feels like he needs to understand her. She swallows, “You’ve seen my life; the glitz and glam and everything that goes on behind it. I was never in line for the throne so for a while, I knew what it was like to have none of that. I went to school, I was a bartender i…” She pauses, her eyebrows furrowed like she really needs an honest answer. “I never wanted to be princess, and then suddenly my uncle dies and my mum becomes… I’m thrown into this limelight, I had no choice in that!” She says louder, like she’s getting riled up, “I thought I could get used to it, if I pretend enough it’ll become reality right?” She takes a breath, looking away from him and watching the birds fly over the distant cliffs, “But I know this isn’t where I’m supposed to be.” she mutters.

He cocks his head, “You’re thinking about this the wrong way.” He points out, moving to stand closer to her. “We’re in the 21st century, you can be anything you want. You can be princess and have a job, you can go to school and rule a country. The possibilities are limitless! You could buy your own bar and work for yourself.” He pauses, “People look up to you princess. Show them what you got.”

She smiles softly, feeling uplifted into a new realm of thought. But she doesn’t tell him, only shoves him away with a giggle and takes off running towards the summit of the cliff- “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” she cries behind her.

Jae smiles softly and shakes his head, this girl.

Her: 2

Jaehyun: 1

(She beats him, she thinks that deserves a point no matter what)

part: one | two

The Blue Pool (1911). Augustus Edwin John (Welsh, 1878-1961). Oil on panel. Aberdeen Art Gallery & Museums.

“Augustus was celebrated first for his brilliant figure drawings, and then for a new technique of oil sketching. His work was favourably compared in London with that of Gauguin and Matisse. He then developed a style of portraiture that was imaginative and often extravagant, catching an instantaneous attitude in his subjects.”

Future || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Word Count: 1.1k+

Summary: Feelings are revealed when Jack and (Y/N) spend the weekend at her others house back in the countryside. 

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this, it was so so fun to write so thank you so much xo




“Have you finished your vlog yet, love?” (Y/N) asks quietly as Jack walks into the living room. She stands up and walks toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head onto his chest as he brushes his hand down her hair and tilts her head up. Their eyes meet and she smiles adoringly, counting the colours of his eyes. “Hi.”

He tilts his head to the side and smiles, leaning down to press his lips against hers for a few seconds before pulling away away and pressing his forehead against hers and staring into her eyes. “Hi.”

“Did you remember to finish your vlog?” She asks again, her voice softer than usual as she tried to keep the atmosphere as relaxing as possible. Being loud seemed unnatural in that moment, so the words they shared were lulling and quiet.

They were spending the weekend at (Y/N)’s mums house, and Jack had decided that since you were gonna be showing him around the place you grew up and he was seeing everything form your past for the first time, that he wanted to document it all. That day, she’d taken him to see her old secondary school, and gone on to show him all of her hiding spots where she and her friends would stay if they wanted to bunk classes. It’d been a day full of laughs and Jack teasing her about how much of a ‘bad girl’ she used to be; but now it was almost eleven pm and they were both beginning to get sleepy.

When he nods, she smiles and entwines their hands, taking a step back and tugging him along with her. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

Jack frowns in confusion but allows her to tug him up the stairs toward her bedroom, his eyes flicking from the photographs on the walls to the shelves of trophies and medals. She lets their hands fall apart and nods toward the window with a small smirk. “How good are you at climbing?”

His eyes wander to the large window that she was stood beside, and he scrunches up his face nervously. “If I say I’m shit, will I not have to do it?”

“That isn’t how it works.” She grins, holding out her hand and nodding toward the window. “Come on, I promise that once we’re up there you won’t regret it.”

And she was right. After following her lead and managing to climb onto the roof without an issue, the view was beautiful. One of the perks of living in the country side was the fact that there was hardly any light pollution during the night, barely anything compared to London: and so the stars were visible in the sky and the moon was their only source of light.

They sit with (Y/N) between Jack’s legs and her head resting on his chest, simply inhaling the fresh air and basking in the scent of freshly cut grass. The small lights from surrounding houses were comforting, and the way Jack’s arms wrapped themselves around her waist made her sink into him with a happy sigh. “You know, I used to spend hours up here when I was younger. Used to lock my bedroom door so my mum couldn’t walk in and realise I wasn’t there.” She purses her lips and smiles. “God, I drank my first bottle of vodka up here.”

Jack chuckles, resting his chin on the tip of her head and running his hands up and down her sides. “You really were a rebel, huh?”

She giggles and throws her head back, closing her eyes when he places a chaste kiss on her lips and sighing happily thereafter. “One day, I want to move back here. Maybe once I’ve got a family, and I’ll have a huge dog and two kids and maybe I’ll have stables a-”

We’ll.” Jack interrupts, causing her eyes to flutter open in confusion. “When we have a family, when we have a big dog and two two kids and stables for our horses and a lock on every single window so that our kids can’t sneak onto the roof and drink vodka like their badass mum used to.”

She sits up on her knees and turns to face him, still between his legs as she furrows her eyebrows in confusion but can’t keep the overjoyed smile off of her face. “You want that- with me, I mean?”

He nods, a look of disbelief on his face as he cups her cheeks in his hands. “You thought I didn’t?”

She shrugs and shakes her head, glancing down and blinking quickly to keep her emotional tears at bay. “You grew up in Brighton, and you adore London. I can’t take you away from that.”

“Baby, you wouldn’t be 'taking me away’. You’d be giving me everything I’ve ever wanted. A family, and beautiful kids who’ll have the most amazing, fun parents possible.”

She sniffs and wipes a stray tear away from her cheek, laughing a little and staring at him with a smile. “Fuck, do you have any idea how much I love you?”

Wiping her eyes with her thumbs, he watches in adoration as she leans into his touch and pulls her lips between her teeth, a habit she’d picked up after him do it whenever he was happy about something. This was the girl he’d fallen for; her face free from any trace of makeup and his clothes hanging loosely on her significantly smaller frame. Her hair was in two loose French plaits and she had dark circles beneath her eyes due to the fact that they’d stayed up until three am the previous night; but she was still the most beautiful human being he’d ever played eyes upon.

“Enough to marry me?”

Her eyes widen and her breath gets caught in her throat, her hand flying up to cover her mouth in shock. “Jack-”

“I know it’s not ideal, this isn’t how I wanted to ask you; but this is perfect. We’re gonna have a family, a future together; and I can’t imagine not being married to you when that time comes.” He says, looking down for a second before looking back up into her tear flooded eyes and smiling softly. “Be my wife?”

“As if I’d ever say no,” she says, her voice cracking midway through as she flung herself into his arms and presses her lips against his, laughing against them when he got thrown back against the roof with a crash.

This was their future: and they could hardly wait to see what surprises it’d bring.

Cathedrals typically take a long time to build. Notre Dame de Paris took about 80 years, St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome about 120 years, and St. Paul’s in London a comparatively brisk 35 years. Impressively, Hagia Sophia was completed within 5 years.

Newt x Reader

Originally posted by to-find-out

Anonymous requested:  Newt bringing his muggle!girlfriend back with him to New York after his book is finished.

-Newt being really excited and nervous for you to meet Queenie and Tina

-”You’re going to love them darling.” he tells you, is hands moving in every direction as he packs.

-You are to afraid to tell him that you are not afraid that you won’t like them but if they like you.

-when you arrive in New York the city seems large and advanced even compared to London

-when you arrive at Queenie and Tina’s apartment Newt forgets to introduce you in his haste to hug the two sisters

-”Now Newt is this that lovely girl of yours?” Queenie asks, pulling you into a hug

“Theres no need to be nervous,” she whispers in your ear, using her legilimency skills to see your thoughts.

-You realize halfway through dinner that you had no reason to be nervous in the first place. The sisters are wonderful and you think you’re going to become great friends

-After dinner, you and Newt are sitting, together on the couch, as the two sisters insisted you sit down while they clean up

-Your eyes are just starting to close when you feel a slight pressure against your lips.

-”what was that for?” you ask, sleepily.

-”I’m just very happy you got along so well with Queenie and Tina.” he smiles down at you shyly.

-”I love you.” you murmur, falling asleep.

-”I Love you as well, darling.” he says, arms circling you tighter as you fall asleep.

anonymous asked:

Not saying there's a correlation but can we just appreciate how much happier Harry looks in fan pics in London compared to NY

That’s because fans in NY are horrible 🤷🏼‍♀️

Anon asked: Can I have a Nash imagine where you just moved from London England to LA to visit your cousin and they’re friends with him and they like laugh about your accent but you get on really well and yeah you can take it from there 😊

Los Angeles was in a sense way different compared to London. LA was the famous “land of opportunities” and it was a much warmer climate change, which is perfect for me because I’m more of a swimsuit type of girl. I’ve lived in London literally half my life and decided to come to LA for change and to be with my cousins. I feel like I’m already home and I’ve only been here an hour. I hopped in the awaiting uber and let my cousins know I was on my way, I was pretty excited taking in that I’d be living here, with my cousins but also quiet nervous on how much adjusting I’d have to do and how many new friends I’d have to make. We driver drove and I admired the palm trees, the height they stood was a spectacular sight to see. I watched buff juice monkey guys work out on the beach, and beautiful girls strut what they have. Occasionally I’d see a skateboarder and wave, you could say I have a special love for skateboarding.

Within 30 minutes we were at the address of my cousins place, the driver beeped and my cousins came running out, “Y/N!!” They screamed running into my arms. I was loosing oxygen rather quickly “woah woah woah, I can’t breath” I chuckled. “My bad, we miss you so much” my cousin Yasmine said smiling. “You need help?” The youngest cousin Jonathan said, “that would be great” I sarcastically smiled. They brought my bags in, as I tipped the driver. As I turned I bumped into this tall long haired boy, “oh crap” his deep voice exclaimed, “oh my, I’m sorry” I chuckled, his eyebrows furrowed together as if he was trying to take in what I said. “No bigged” he smiled as he walked up the steps of my cousins house, “you know my cousin?” I ran up the stairs catching up, “yeah” he chuckled, “she’s a close friend of mine” he smiled, “your the cousin she talks about all the time” he smiled brightly, “I don’t know weather to take offense or be flattered” I chuckled a bit letting my accent flow out, “you should be greatly flattered I’ve been dying to meet you” he smiled as we headed inside. “SURRRRRPRISEE” I was flustered with cheers and sudden flashes. I held to my chest being caught off guard, “oh my gosh, what the hell” I caught my breath trying to laugh.

“Our bad, we just had to throw a party for you since your permanently living with us” Jason the oldest laughed. “JASSSON, you bastard I thought you were in Chicago on your "BUISNESS TRIP” I ran into his arms, you could say me and Jason get along more than the other cousins do. “I had to lie, or I knew you’d think something was up” he laughed running my back. Everyone dismembered doing their own things, Yasmine called me over to a group of boys. All of which handsome and included the young fellow I bumped into earlier. “This is Nash,Hayes, Jack, Jack, Sammy and Nate” she gestured each. The guy I bumped into earlier was Nash, I smiled brightly “Hello” I waved. “Ooh nice accent” the young one named Hayes chuckled. “Wait wait wait, say where are you’re shoes” this blonde hair boy, I think his name was Sammy chuckled. “Why?” I furrowed my brows together, “I wanna see if your accent matches with this movie I seen” he chuckled, “where are your shoes” I said it clearly with my accent present, “DUDE IT MATCHES” Nate laughed.

“What’s wrong with her accent, i find it cute” the Nash boy smiled at me, “thank you” I warmly smiled back. “I’ve always wanted to go to London” One of the Jack said. “Yeah, London is such a beautiful peaceful place, nothing compared to LA” I smiled, “my names Jack, but call me Johnson” the same Jack replied “and yeah, I dig the more quiet places, like I’m a guy that likes to be up and moving but it’s nice to be chill” he smiled, “yeah, I’m more of a adventurous type of girl and don’t get get me wrong i love London, but it’s nice to be in LA with people I know I’m meant to be surrounded with” I chuckled, “yeah that’s fresh, maybe when we go to LA for our tour, you could come and show us around?” He smiled, “I’d be delighted too” I smiled back. “Tell us about yourself” Nash flirted, and I flirted back. I kept leaning from leg to leg because I was tired of standing. “You look tired, wanna sit where I’m sitting” Nash offered, I denied his offer, “no your sitting there, I’d feel bad taking your seat” I smiled. “Who said I was talking about sitting in the seat” he winked, “gwowwww, we have a flirt over here” I chuckled, he got up slightly pulling me by my arm to his lap. “Now that, that’s settled. Tell us…mainly me about yourself” he smiled placing a hand on my lap.

I told them everything, from my singing to skateboarding and even my smoke places in London.
“Me and you are definitely gonna smoke one day” Nate laughed, “I’m down” I smiled, “ooh tomorrow we got a studio sesh, care to join and show us what you got” Jack J smiled, “I’m hella down for that” I chuckled, “care to go on a skateboard date” Nash whispered in my ear as his head layed relaxed on my shoulder, “i look forward to that” I smiled down. He pulled his phone out and handed it to me, I typed in my number and handed it back. “Future Girlfriend” he smiled, “yes future girlfriend, future boyfriend” I winked back.

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sterek kissing under the fireworks

For the past hour, Derek’s nerves have been steadily creeping up.

He’s waved to Scott and Allison as they screeched around on the dodgem carts; Allison looking fiercely determined and Scott beaming with pride. He’s sat in horrified silence all the way round the big wheel; Lydia squeezing his arm and pointing out the view every few seconds. He’s amused himself, and Stiles, watching his face change in the hall of mirrors. Stiles was particularly tickled by how long Derek’s eyebrows went.

“You look like a really surprised cartoon!” He’d crowed before cackling at his fingers as he lifted his hands high above his head. Derek was vaguely distracted by the strip of skin showing between Stiles’ jeans and jacket as he stretched his arms up. He’d had to move on to the next mirror where Boyd and Erica were trying to scare some small children by making their eyes flash in the mirrors all around them.

He’s even wearing a cheap, ridiculous bright green bracelet Stiles won him on the shooting game. 

Derek has had a nice, normal, fun evening at a carnival, and now he’d like to go home. He’d like to leave immediately, if he’s honest, because in about three minutes he’s going to make a total fool of himself, and wish he’d never agreed to come out in the first place.

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Tessa & Scott || Into The Mystic

The evolution of the ending position:

-Ottawa [x]

-Montreal [x]

-Hamilton [x]

-London [x]

-Vancouver [x]

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Teen Wolf | Jackson Whittemore 

Jackson’s POV 

Honestly, compared to Beacon Hills, London sucked pretty bad. Yeah my good looks got me a girlfriend and the bite gave me everything I had wanted, but it still wasn’t good enough for me. Back at Beacon Hills, there was atleast purpose. Whether it be proving that I actually am better than McCall, or just dominating everyone. 

There’s no action here, every day is the same routine. The school doesn’t even play damn lacrosse! 

Narrator’s POV 

You had moved to Beacon Hills a few weeks ago, and joined the school during the second semester. You weren’t conceited, but you knew that you looked pretty good. Not that everyone was showering you with compliments however. 

Whispers had started going around Beacon Hills High School that someone had returned to the school. Girls were gushing at his beauty, and the boys were looking pretty sour. Currently you were in Coach’s Economics class when a boy that you had never noticed before walked through the door. Coach turned around and looked at him in shock. 

“Jackson! Great to have you back! Are you going to be joining the lacrosse team?” He asked eagerly. 

Jackson replied with “Of course I am.” and a confident smirk. 

He walked to the only empty seat, which was behind you.Yours eyes had been following every step of his, and every smirk he was giving. Jackson leaned forward and whispered into your ear, “Well this is going to be fun.” Your heart started beating rapidly, and you shifted in your seat. 

Throughout class Jackson had been pestering you, poking you with his pencil and whispering in your ear as if he had nothing better to do. As soon as the bell rang, you dashed out of the class and Coach grumbled “I get that nobody likes Economics but do you really have to run?” 


It was two weeks later and Jackson has still been continuously pestering you. At first it was poking your back with the end of his pencil and tugging on strands of your hair. Then, it had escalated to flirty comments that left your cheeks tinted red for a majority of the class. 

At the end of the class you had gathered your books and was walking out the door when Jackson stood besides you. He was silent, only making you even more uncomfortable. 

“Is there anything you want, Jackson?” You asked him, getting irritated by his silence. 

“Well, Y/N, there is a party tonight. And I want you to go with me.” He stated, giving you his confident smile. You saw an opportunity to get something out of it for yourself, and took it. 

“I’ll go with you to this party under one condition- you stop pestering me during class.” 

“Sure thing princess, here’s my number. Pick you up at 7:00?” 

“Alright.” 


Over the course of the next few weeks, you found yourself getting roped into dates with Jackson. Not that you minded however. He always had an excuse for asking you out and you always found an excuse for saying yes. You found that Jackson was actually bearable on the dates, finally being somewhat chivalrous. This was the start of your epic love story, one that had taken you both by surprise. 

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America’s Lost City — Cahokia and the Mound Builders

Long before Europeans first explored and settled the new world, what is now the United States was a host to a wide variety of rich, sophisticated, and vibrant cultures.  One of the most interesting were the Mississippian Mound builders, a culture that stretched from Illinois and Indiana, throughout the Mississippi River region, and as far south as the Gulf Coast.  Unlike most native cultures of the US and Canada, the Mississippians were unique in that they developed a society governed by centralized authority (a king or chief), built large cities and population centers, and conducted large scale engineering and agriculture.  The center of Mississippian culture revolves around mound building.  Usually the center of a Mississippian town or city was a large earthwork pyramid or platform which served as a religious and governmental center. 

Of all Mississippian population centers, the largest was a city called Cahokia, located in southern Illinois across the Mississippi River from St. Louis, MI.  Settled around 600 AD, the city covered 6 square miles and featured 120 mounds of various sizes and shapes.  The largest is “Monks Mound”, a large terraced earthwork 100 feet high and with a base similar in size to the Great Pyramid of Giza (13.1 acres).

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 At its height around 1200 AD, Cahokia is estimated to have had a population of around 40,000 making it one of the largest cities in the world.  At that time Cahokia was comparable in population to London (40,000) and Venice (45,000), while Rome (20,000) was significantly smaller.

Like Ancient Rome, Cahokia is special in that all roads, or perhaps I should say rivers, led to it.  From 900 to 1200 AD Cahokia served as a primary trading center in what is now the United States.  As a result Cahokian trade goods can be found all over the Central United States.  Some of the most popular goods traded were metal goods, as Cahokia was one of the few cultures north of Meso-America to practice the art and science of metal working.  Most Cahokian metal work consists of copper items, many of which show incredible artistry and craftsmanship.  

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The decline of Cahokia began around 1,300.  Historians cite a number of reasons for the decline, including climate change, the use of unsustainable agricultural methods, poor waste disposal systems, political instability, famine, disease, and warfare.  As Cahokia declined so too did the culture of the Mississippian mound builders.  By the time Columbus “discovered” America, the city was abandoned.  The Mississippian culture itself broke down, its people forming the many tribes that inhabit the south such as the  Alabama, Apalachee, Caddo, Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Muscogee, Creek, Guale, Hitchiti, Houma, Kansa, Missouria, Mobilian,  Natchez, Osage, Quapaw, Seminole, Tunica-Biloxi,Yamasee, and Yuchi.

Today Cahokia is a National Historic Landmark, Illinois State Historic Site, and one of 21 UN World Heritage Sites in the United States.

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Comparative Anatomy

So today I paid a cheeky (free!) visit to the Natural History Museum (perks of living in London) and loved looking at the hugely diverse range of skeletons displayed in the natural world. Having spent the past few weeks hunched over my anatomy book it was great to get out and have a look at how the skeletons of dogs, sheep, pigs, horses and cows relate to that of dinosaurs, tortoises, crocodiles and other crazy critters. 

One of our tutorials over the anatomy topic was about comparing the skeletal anatomy of a bird to that of a dog. It was really interesting so I thought I’d share with you a few of the differences in their skeletal make-up and why this has occurred. Have a look at the pictures before you read on and come up with a few ideas yourself. There are so many differences but I’ll outline a few key ones. 

  1. Bird have more cervical (neck) vertebrae. This gives them a long, mobile neck to aid with balance and help keep an eye out for predators. Almost all mammals have only 7 cervical vertebrae.
  2. Birds have an extremely large sternum. This provides a large attachment site for muscles involved in flight.
  3. Birds have less bones than dogs as many of them have fused. This gives the bird a more lightweight skeleton perfect for flight. They also have pneumatic (hollow) bones. Fused bones include their phalanges (if you look, you can see at the end of the dog’s limbs they have lots of ‘fingers’ whereas the birds forelimb does not) as well as the vertebrae around their trunk and hips. They also possess a beak instead of a jaw. This again is more lightweight lacking teeth. A bird’s skull represents less than 1% of it’s overall body weight! A dog’s jaw is strong with large teeth for grabbing prey, tearing meat and crushing bones.
  4. If you look closely at the bird’s ribs you’ll not only notice they have less (again making them lighter), but also they have bony sections protruding from them, almost joining them together. This gives extra protection and strength during flight, as a lot of force reaches the fragile bones.
  5. The bird’s pelvis has a different anatomical arrangement, presumably for egg laying.
  6. The digits of the bird’s hind limb are arranged differently to enable perching.
  7. A dog has a long tail which aids balance when chasing prey. The bird has a shortened tail bone helping feathers act as a rudder during flight due to the way they attach.
  8. Dogs no longer have a clavicle (collar bone). Some breeds still possess one but it is hugely reduced and vestigial (useless). Birds have a clavicle (also referred to as a wishbone) which braces the wings apart and is another site for muscle and tissue attachment.
  9. You may notice the dog and bird shoulder blades (scapulas) look very different. The dog’s has a spine for muscle attachment that aid the locomotion of the forelimb. A bird’s scapula is orientated differently and extends down the body, as the limbs are orientated differently too. 
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Suit ensemble

This fawn-coloured coat and matching waistcoat (c. 1765-1775) are made of broad cloth, a woollen fabric woven on a wide loom. Broad cloth was not always of exactly the same width. The Universal Magazine recorded in 1764: ‘Burstall is a little town, noted for the manufacture of a Broad-cloth, so called to distinguish it from kerseys, druggets, & though the cloths of this country are all called narrow at London, when compared with the broad-cloths made in the West of England’.  

Let's Face It: The UK Is A Much Better Place For Financial Tech Startups Than The US

(Jeff Lynn, Damian Kimmelman, Taavet Hinrikus.Business Insider/James Cook)
At TechCrunch Disrupt London on Tuesday, three of Europe’s biggest names in financial technology discussed why the city of London — particularly compared to places in the US — makes such an attractive prospect for startups that offer financial services.

Damian Kimmelman, CEO of online document look-up service DueDil, said that London has a unique set of factors that mean financial tech startups can thrive. The US is restricted by a complex banking structure, he said, adding that “there’s an abundance of data in London.”

Jeff Lynn, CEO of online crowdfunding site Seedrs, elaborated on why London is the perfect place for startups dealing with money. “There’s now enough digital take-up to build big businesses. And there aren’t many locked-in systems like in the US. You don’t have as much institutional opposition in Europe as you do in the US.”

The co-founder of money transfer startup TransferWise, Taavet Hinrikus, agreed with Lynn, remarking that “the UK is a very heavy early adopter community.”

(The Shoreditch Grind coffee shop is a popular spot for startups located in London’s tech hub around Old Street.Alper Çuğun/Flickr)
Seedrs founder Lynn also explained that London is not the only city in Europe that is promising for fintech companies: “There are other places in the world where fintech could be done well. Frankfurt, for example, where tech provides services to banks. But London is uniquely well positioned.”

As well as a favorable banking structure, the assembled fintech entrepreneurs also claimed that Europe is very different when it comes to venture capital. “East Coast VCs aren’t invited to deals on the West Coast, so they’re coming to Europe,” Kimmelman said. “There are so many attractive companies in Europe, they’re cheaper than in the US.”



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Katie: I think physical displays of anger, like the performance of anger is extremely gendered.  Men derive power from the physical performance of anger.  I don’t like violence, objectively I guess, but it’s weird how once you get in touch with that stuff it gives you a boner or something.  Like I am imagining what it was like when you smashed the guy with a beer can and it excites me.  Like straight up I am excited by it!  I always think of that Black Eyes song where the lyrics are like “I didn’t like it/I was excited by it”, I’m taking the lyrics out of context but just thinking about that conflict of learned notions of “right/wrong” versus the very primal feelings we all have sometimes.  I think about how perhaps unlearning limiting or destructive patterns maybe involves getting in touch with that deeply rooted intuition that tells you what feels right rather than what is right.  So yeah is it objectively cool for me to punch people in the face or pee on their rugs, no, probably not, but let us say it was some total scumbag loser who totally fucking deserved it.  Um, I’m not suggesting that I’ve done either of these things.  I just think in the mean time, until women and non-men feel safe in their daily lives, let’s get in touch with performing aggression and being physical.  Not to everyone, but to directed targets.  We were not taught these behaviors are ok but other people were, so perhaps we must teach ourselves.

Bryony: Completely.  I guess I am also interested in how this all relates to the spectacle, who makes a spectacle of themselves vs. who becomes one for others without their consent.  How one looks while we are doing these things will always be foregrounded when these primal rage-feels are swirling around inside vessels that present female externally.  If women had held the reigns on what went down at shows in a more overt sense from the start you can bet that slamdancing would contain more options for those us needing to avoid constantly bruised tits.  This sense of being more seen, though, more visible as a body but not as a force, is hard to reconcile.  Especially as a fat woman feeling sometimes clowny and clumsy and outside looking in on all this performative abandon, this has at least been my experience growing up with so precious few to no women ‘up front’ at the gig.  This has changed and as a comparative old lady (in London, anyway) at the show, playing in bands has provided props to counter all this.

 Katie: We (as women) are constantly reminded to consider what we are foregrounded in: our bodies, our knowledge, our sexuality, the commodification of our identities and sexuality, I guess.  I think we are always fighting a voice trying to whisper in our ear, “You are outside of this, you can watch if you are lucky, but it is not a part of you and you are not a part of it”.  All of us experience this in varying degrees, I think the burden of this experience on trans*women must be enormous.  But, it is an enormous burden for all of us.  Any time a woman is looking at her self (often) and seeing that she is not looking how she is supposed to look to make it through the gate, because the way to “make it through the gate” is to look a very specific way, she has to wonder if performative abandon is even possible?  I think of what those words might mean and what I could do in my everyday life with more performative abandon.

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Bryony: To return to the dildo, though, Good Throb is completely in thrall to the lude joy of base innuendo.  It’s a vector of camp, no doubt.  The reception to having songs about ‘grooming your twat’ or lines like ‘there’s a supernova up in my dark matter’ was surprising.  It seemed to REALLY freak people out… like interviews being ‘why are you so …DIRTY?!”  I am desperately interested what happens when sex and sexual pleasure, when female and queer desire rubs up against (lol) punk and hardcore worlds.

 Katie: I would love for this to happen!  I think that’s where our joking stems from, too.  We aren’t making fun of dildos.  We think dildos are awesome.  We’d like to talk about it.  We are celebrating them, and other apparatuses of sex and desire.  I often feel very preoccupied these days with wondering how to incorporate my sexuality into my everyday life.  I’d like to know how this can be a thing that I don’t have to shove in a drawer all the time for my own safety and for others.  How can I be sexual and acknowledge how much I like sex without people turning on me?  It seems like the answer, a lot of times, is to un-sexualize ourselves in public spheres because like, ‘don’t wanna offend anybody’ — This seems true in a lot of punk/diy/hardcore communities.  But how can I communicate my sexuality truthfully without offending you?  And can I turn you on in performance with you enjoying it and still controlling yourself, and without you feeling cheated?  Is there a truthful expression of sexuality in a community way?  Because, to be fair, I might be emotionally 13 years old but sexually I might be only like 15 or 16, I am constantly thinking about sex.  I didn’t really like sex when I was actually that age it was just this weird mystery I didn’t understand, so I feel like maybe I’m lagging behind.

Bryony: It has always interested me how ’77 punk, at least in its most exposed NY/London postcards, all felt so rooted in that world of sleaze, bricolaged camp and nihilist pleasure, oh bondage, up yours etc, an acceptance of ‘made-up boys’ (like, both eyelinered and invented) gender fluidity jarring with that unreconstructed ‘70s sexism, how so many London punk clubs were in the red light district, and so many iterations of first wave urban punk being founded on the lax approach of owners of queer bars, from LA to Chicago.  And this is before you even delve into punk sex work and its attendant realities, from 53rd and 3rd to something more liberatory.  I wonder if we got separated from all that by the hardcore turn… it’s such a puritanical thing these days, the figure of a writhing body on the floor that is so anti-sex, in a funny way.  When you compare punk to (at least in subject matter…  if not the social world/codes) of say rap or hip hop for instance, that exuberant pleasure seeking needs to return for us.

from: A Conversation Between Katie Alice Greer and Bryony Beynon, zine available on the Good Throb/Priests spring 2014 tour

Vasiliki Millousi

Here are the main points from the interview she gave right before she departs for Rio

  • She will only compete on balance beam, which is the only event she’s been training in the past month. She could do AA but she felt that she should focus on beam
  • She (FUCKING FINALLY) changed her double pike dismount into a gainer layout
  • She has added new skills and combination and she’s going for a 6.4 routine. She says that it will be at least 6.2 with missed connections
  • Qualifying into the finals is her main goal but of course her journey has been the most important thing. She thinks she can be in the top 8 but she knows it’s very difficult and she believes that there are 12 athletes (including herself) fighting for those 8 spots
  • She says she’s lucky she’s in one of the last subdivision, compared to London, where she was in the first sub where the judges are more harsh
  • She doesn’t really have many memories from Sydney because she was so young and so nervous but she felt all the magic of the Olympic Games in London. She says it may be like every other competition in theory, but the way she experienced it was completely different and special
  • She’s never been in an opening ceremony she will once again miss it in Rio but it’s very hard for a gymnast to be there and stand around for so many hours, when they compete the next day. However she hopes to be there and enjoy the closing ceremony and she’d love to be a gymnast being the flag bearer
  • Those will definitely be her last Olympic Games but she’d love to comete in 2017 and fight for good results at euros and worlds if she’s healthy.
  • She’d like to thank her coaches, her family, the Greek gymnastics federation and her sponsor
  • She hopes to see Vlasis Maras performing like he used to in the past and fighting for medals while she hopes to see Lefteris Petrounias winning the gold medal.