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Lost in Paradise Eden || Closed

(( ✗ ))                        Ana stared up at the blaring light outside of the night club, Eden. One small and simple word and yet to her it held so much meaning. Two of her friends had become regular members of the club while she’d held back, scared to take the next step. “Are you coming, Ana?” Her friend called to her pulling her out of her thoughts. “Yeah, I’m coming.” She followed behind Anya and Becky in the hope of trying to calm her raving nerves. She’d been in many clubs in her older years. Ana didn’t know why this one was making her so nervous. She pushed her hair out of her eyes in order to stop her hands from shaking. Eden was a club like every other club she’d visited. Get a grip. The media had been inside the club. From afar Ana could see the anger on the owners face. She knew he preferred his privacy. He never gave anything away about himself unless he had to. The man on the front door gave them a once-over. Ana didn’t like the feel of his eyes on her body. There was only one man she wanted to look at her now, and this guy wasn’t him. Stop thinking like that.

                                        “You don’t look old enough,” the doorman said. Ana blushed. What more was she supposed to do? Her face might look young, but her body was that of a woman. How could the man mistake her for being younger than twenty-one? Her two friends sniggered. She shot them a glare. Opening her coat wider, she placed a hand on her hip and stared at the man in front of her. “Are you trying to tell me that I don’t look old enough to be here?” she asked. “Not too young to stare at, though.” She snapped at the man feeling really annoyed. “What can I say? I like looking at beautiful women, and you’re a beautiful woman.“ Anya and Becky were giggling as they made their way inside the club. “I’m going to ask the boss,” the guy said. “You can never be too careful, especially with all the press lurking about trying to get inside.” A scowl replaced the easy smile on his face. She wondered…

                                        The press release about this place being a BDSM club was leaked months ago. Why were so many people desperate for a piece of this place and that other club? —- “Do I need to wait outside?” she asked. The cold nights were back with vengeance. She didn’t mind the cold so long as she wasn’t outside feeling the worst of it. “No, you can wait at the bar while I go and check out some ID.”

                                        “Don’t you need my ID?” she asked. “Nope, I’ve got my orders.” He took her by the elbow leading her through to the bar. From what she saw passing through the club looked like any ordinary club. It had a long bar with booths or tables dotted around. The colouring was dark with plenty of spot and head lights around. The dance floor was heaving with sweaty bodies. She stared longingly. Ana loved to dance. The guy placed her on her seat. She sat down feeling like a told-off schoolgirl rather than the eighteen year old woman she actually was. “This is ridiculous,” she said.

  “Sorry, babe, rules are rules.” He signalled the bar tender.”

  “Make sure she doesn’t have anything alcoholic.”

  “I’m eighteen.”

  “Sure thing. Be careful, the boss is not in the best mood tonight.”

  She heard him groan then leave.

  “The owner, Javier?” she asked.

  The barman nodded.

  “His boss?”

  The barman nodded once again.

  “Do you have a name?” she asked.

  “Jermaine, Miss. I’ll get you some water.”

                                        Ana knew it was useless to even try to argue with the man. She spun round on her seat and watched the dancing couples. The heat radiating around the club was becoming uncomfortable. She stood up and removed her full length coat. Sitting back down in her chair, she watched Javier approach. He and the doorman talked. He looked her over and she blushed. Her face might be young like she thought before, her body however, was all woman in all the right places. She wasn’t model thin or massively overweight. At least to herself she wasn’t overweight. Her body shape had always been on the bigger side. Her hips were always larger, and her breasts were the same. She did have a small waist, compared to the rest of her. She loved her body and had learned to accept her curves. Jermaine handed her over her drink. She thanked him then continued to stare at the sea of bodies. Someone whistled from the bar to gain his attention. Ana watched him walk away. She picked up her water and sipped out of the straw he’d given her.

                                        Running her fingers through her hair, she stared at the dance floor. She kept playing with her hair. “Have you been let out to play with the grown-ups?” Anya asked, taking a seat next to her. “You could have waited for me,”she said.

                                        “Where would the fun have been? That guy on the door looked hot, Ana. You have to admit he was worth a bit of your time,” Becky said, sitting on her other side. Ana kept looking at the dancing couples. She so wanted to be with them. “I’ve been told to stay here until he gets my clearance or something.”

                                        Becky snorted. “The boss, he is a control freak, Ana.“ Ana looked at the dance floor longing to be in with the crowd. ‘A control freak?’ She rolled her eyes. “Is your jailer here to stop you?” Becky asked. She looked behind her to see the barman hadn’t returned, and the doorman being flirted with by a brunette at the other side of the bar. Ana glanced from the dance floor to the barman and back again.

                                        Screw it.

                                        She wanted to have some fun, and if breaking the rules was the only way she was going to get it, then that is exactly what she was going to do. In a quick move, she left her jacket and water at the bar then ran to the dance floor getting lost in the crowd of bodies. Becky and Anya laughed along with her. The music thumped against the walls and inside her body. The tune took her over. She raised her hands above her head and began swaying her hips to the beat. In no time at all a couple of guys had surrounded them. Ana resisted the urge to push them away. Her friends were looking for some action while she pushing all thoughts of her friends out of her mind, she stopped, some wandering hands came on her hips, but she closed her eyes and danced.

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anonymous asked:

Hi ! Just a random question but do you know why Yuzu is sooo loved ? I love him too, he's my favourite skater but I noticed a few days ago that people love him more than others skaters (for exemple, Shoma, Javi, Evgenia Scott/Moir, Papadakis/Cizeron, Duhamel/Radford, Satoko, etc) are really loved by the audience but with yuzuru, it's complety different, almost an obsessive fanatism and i just wanted to know why (I know already that he is incredible, talented and cute haha, but others reason ?)

Well that’s a tough question and to be honest I can’t really answer you that.  Different people have different reasons for liking him. There’s so many factors that play into his huge popularity. I will attempt but I’ll probably fail to give you an objective answer.

First and foremost he’s liked because he’s an incredibly mesmerizing skater. My first thought when I saw him for the very first time was that his skating is beautiful. I was stunned that he has such a charisma and confidence on the ice. I think this charisma is crucial in his popularity. His presence is automatically grabbing the attention of the audience. Charismatic people feel emotions very strongly and also invoke emotions in other people (at least that’s what I learnt in my psychology class at university). I’ve often heard commentators point out that Yuzu is an emotional skater. His passion for the sport really shows. The more emotions a person experiences the more invested you will be in the “cause” of those emotions (= Yuzu). But as you mentioned this emotional attachment can become more extreme and sometimes can be described as fanaticism.

By no means am I implying that other skaters don’t have charisma but it’s just not as prevalent or distinctive in each skater. But skaters like Javier and V/M are said to have a lot of charisma. That’s why the environment (where the popularity is measured) matters too. Of course people usually tend to cheer for their own nationality more than for others. In that sense Javier is clearly disadvantaged considering Spain’s (almost?) non-existent skating history but he’s still well liked in the figure skating fandom/community and it can have its advantages being a pioneer in his country and slowly spreading the sport there.

Long before Japan’s rise Canada had been very successful in the sport. But I don’t believe that any Canadian skater nowadays comes close to Yuzu’s popularity outside of the general figure skating audience. Only in the last 2-3 decades but especially in the early 2000’s figure skating in Japan arguably has shifted into a more mainstream popularity and is more prevalent in the media – especially Mao Asada was treated more as an idol than a “simple” athlete. And I’d say Yuzu did benefit from that. I have to mention that contrary to many beliefs figure skating is not as popular in Japan as the popularity of Mao and Yuzu might suggest. That’s what I meant by environment. Japan is giving athletes a much broader platform for a more widespread individual popularity (even if the sport itself isn’t as big). Just compare V/M and Yuzu. As far as medals are concerned V/M have the upper hand but Yuzu certainly is more popular at home.

Why Yuzu is very popular in Japan I can’t exactly pinpoint – it’s probably a mixture of several reasons. For example he’s like you mentioned the cutest thing living on earth. But he’s also very well spoken and intelligent, extremely humble and hard-working which are definitely valued especially in Eastern cultures. National pride is another thing. I’m sure he was plenty popular before Sochi but the honor he brought Japan to win gold at the Olympic Games was huge. On top of that it was the only gold medal for Japan - which might have put the spotlight even more on him alone. With success comes popularity and Yuzu continues to bring home gold medals and world records for Japan. There’s also empathy because of his personal experiences with the disaster in 2011. His continuous commitment to the victims is very well respected. Despite his own sufferings he gives hope to a lot of people.

His popularity outside Japan is growing by the day. It’s helpful that there’s already an existing and quite active fandom for Yuzu. Because there’s already much information and translations available and fans ready to share this information (which we shouldn’t take for granted!!) that it was easier for international fans to learn more about him. Connecting to the earlier mentioned argument that Japan gives Yuzu a platform by releasing many footages from competitions, shows or CM shoots as well as interviews, magazines etc. for fans to share. A constant stream of information keeps the fandom alive in hard times (the off-season and long breaks between competitions).

One aspect which I can’t dismiss here is his appearance. Seriously he is blessed with his beauty. Just recently I read Yuzu became relatively famous in China for his good looks. His skin and proportions are to die for. I remember a junior(!) girl expressed her envy over Yuzu’s waist xD Kidding aside but he is a looker and has that ethereal beauty to him which does help in his skating too. Because of his long limbs and slender body his jumps are very fast and straight (which makes them very beautiful to watch) but don’t forget that a good technique and enormous strength are fundamental in his jumping. He’s got good flexibility for his spins to boot. Some might complain that “he’s not a pretty face” but it does play a huge role in his popularity whether they want to admit it or not. However, he should NOT be reduced to his looks alone!

Many people are also awed about him fighting through any hardships. He’s so tenacious be it in his “fight” against asthma, natural disasters, losing his home rink or several severe injuries (though I’m still iffy about people glorifying him competing at CoC in 2014).

Surely other Japanese skaters like Shoma or Satoko aren’t as popular. Maybe it’s because of the fact that they are relatively new on the top senior level but (in my opinion) personality is the dividing factor here. Compared to Yuzu those two are more reserved off-ice and only recently started to break out of their shell. Yuzu is a very open and chatty person (which can sometimes be even overbearing lol). Maybe it’s also intriguing how he’s different from his “prince” image that he’s often portrait as. Of course he’s a thoughtful and considerate young man (to skaters, fans, reporters, cameramen etc.) but he can also be cheeky, he loves to tease his juniors and he says what he thinks straight-forward.

Comparisons with other skaters end here as I’m not familiar enough with their personality. I’ll just continue fawning over Yuzu and what I personally like about him:

- I love how he’s always grateful of his team and fans that are supporting him

- I love how he’s so supportive of other skaters and can see the good qualities of his competitors (he also doesn’t shy away from complimenting his competitors)

- I love his fierceness when he competes (How he’s ready to crush everyone – almost stand-offish^^)

- I love that you can see him having fun when he skates

- I love how he’s making the rink his “playground” and always engaging in his jump battles with Javi, Evgenia etc. (never admiting defeat)

- I love his strong desire for perfection  

- I love that he hasn’t really changed from when he was a kid

- I love that he’s a unique skater and stays true to himself

- I love how he can laugh about himself

- I love his animated expressions and antics

- I love how modest he is but isn’t at the same time?! (lol sounds contradicting)

- I love that he’s not afraid or hestitant to make mistakes but actually takes this as opportunity to learn and grow

- I love how he’s very self-critical and I’m always stunned at his self-awareness

- I love his smile and laughing

- I love how he always evolves his programs and how he’s constantly challenging himself

- I love his hot-bloodedness (at the same time I don’t because it’s killing me)

- I love his Pooh^^

Trust me this list goes on and on. I think I gave you tons of reasons why he’s so liked but on the contrary he’s by far not perfect and there are also people who don’t like him or aspects of him. But nonetheless, we all look beyond that and just see him for who he is. I think we all learnt so much from him. I feel blessed to go “this journey” along with him, seeing where he’s headed to and giving me inspiration for my own life. It’s not always easy to be his fan but he gives us moments where we think it’s worth it. I know it was an awfully long post but to put it short we like Yuzuru simply because he is Yuzuru. Nothing more and nothing less.

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in the face of casualties & sorrow, thinking past tomorrow [x v]

New life, new start, Eden|| Closed

                                              (( ✗ )) Ana stared up at the blaring light outside of the night club, Eden. One small and simple word and yet to her it held so much meaning. Two of her friends had become regular members of the club while she’d held back, scared to take the next step. “Are you coming, Ana?” Her friend called to her pulling her out of her thoughts. “Yeah, I’m coming.” She followed behind Anya and Becky in the hope of trying to calm her raving nerves. She’d been in many clubs in her older years. Ana didn’t know why this one was making her so nervous. She pushed her hair out of her eyes in order to stop her hands from shaking. Eden was a club like every other club she’d visited. Get a grip. The media had been inside the club. From afar Ana could see the anger on the owners face. She knew he preferred his privacy. He never gave anything away about himself unless he had to. The man on the front door gave them a once-over. Ana didn’t like the feel of his eyes on her body. There was only one man she wanted to look at her body, and this guy wasn’t him. Stop thinking like that.

                                             “You don’t look old enough,” the doorman said. Ana blushed. What more was she supposed to do? Her face might look young, but her body was that of a woman. How could the man mistake her for being younger than twenty-one? Her two friends sniggered. She shot them a glare. Opening her coat wider, she placed a hand on her hip and stared at the man in front of her. “Are you trying to tell me that I don’t look old enough to be here?” she asked. “Not too young to stare at, though.” She snapped at the man feeling really annoyed. “What can I say? I like looking at beautiful women, and you’re a beautiful woman.“ Anya and Tonya were giggling as they made their way inside the club. “I’m going to ask the boss,” the guy said. “You can never be too careful, especially with all the press lurking about trying to get inside.” A scowl replaced the easy smile on his face. She wondered…

                                             The press release about this place being a BDSM club was leaked months ago. Why were so many people desperate for a piece of this place and that other club, Eden? —- “Do I need to wait outside?” she asked. The cold nights were back with vengeance. She didn’t mind the cold so long as she wasn’t outside feeling the worst of it. “No, you can wait at the bar while I go and check out some ID.”

                                             “Don’t you need my ID?” she asked. “Nope, I’ve got my orders.” He took her by the elbow leading her through to the bar. From what she saw passing through the club looked like any ordinary club. It had a long bar with booths or tables dotted around. The colouring was dark with plenty of spot and head lights around. The dance floor was heaving with sweaty bodies. She stared longingly. Ana loved to dance. The guy placed her on her seat. She sat down feeling like a told-off schoolgirl rather than the twenty-one year old woman she actually was. “This is ridiculous,” she said.

                                             “Sorry, babe, rules are rules.” He signalled the bar tender.”

                                             “Make sure she doesn’t have anything alcoholic.”

                                             “I’m twenty-one.”

                                             “Sure thing. Be careful, Javier is not in the best mood tonight.”

                                             She heard him groan then leave.

                                             “Javier? The owner?” she asked.

                                             The barman nodded.

                                             “His boss?”

                                             The barman nodded once again.

                                             “Do you have a name?” she asked.

                                             “Jermaine, Miss. I’ll get you some water.”

                                             Ana knew it was useless to even try to argue with the man. She spun round on her seat and watched the dancing couples. The heat radiating around the club was becoming uncomfortable. She stood up and removed her full length coat. Sitting back down in her chair, she watched Javier approach. He and the doorman talked. He looked her over and she blushed. Her face might be young like she thought before, her body however, was all woman in all the right places. She wasn’t model thin or massively overweight. At least to herself she wasn’t overweight. Her body shape had always been on the bigger side. Her hips were always larger, and her breasts were the same. She did have a small waist, compared to the rest of her. She loved her body and had learned to accept her curves. Jermaine handed her over her drink. She thanked him then continued to stare at the sea of bodies. Someone whistled from the bar to gain his attention. Ana watched him walk away. She picked up her water and sipped out of the straw he’d given her.

                                             Running her fingers through her hair, she stared at the dance floor. She kept playing with her hair. She’d gotten it coloured the other day, and she didn’t know if she liked it. While she’d been at the stylist, she’d asked them to dye her hair black and red. They’d dyed the top part brown, and then underneath there were flashes of goldblond.

                                             “Have you been let out to play with the grown-ups?” Anya asked, taking a seat next to her. “You could have waited for me,”she said.

                                             “Where would the fun have been? That guy on the door looked hot, Ana. You have to admit he was worth a bit of your time,” Becky said, sitting on her other side. Ana kept looking at the dancing couples. She so wanted to be with them. “I’ve been told to stay here until he gets my clearance or something.”

                                             Becky snorted. “Mister Kingsley is a control freak, Ana.“ Ana looked at the dance floor longing to be in with the crowd. ‘A control freak?’ She rolled her eyes.

                                             “Is your jailer here to stop you?” Becky asked. She looked behind her to see the barman hadn’t returned, and the doorman being flirted with by a brunette at the other side of the bar. Ana glanced from the dance floor to the barman and back again.

                                              Screw it.

                                             She wanted to have some fun, and if breaking the rules was the only way she was going to get it, then that is exactly what she was going to do. In a quick move, she left her jacket and water at the bar then ran to the dance floor getting lost in the crowd of bodies. Becky and Anya laughed along with her. The music thumped against the walls and inside her body. The tune took her over. She raised her hands above her head and began swaying her hips to the beat. In no time at all a couple of guys had surrounded them. Ana resisted the urge to push them away. Her friends were looking for some action while she pushing all thoughts of her friends out of her mind, she stopped, some wandering hands came on her hips, but she closed her eyes and danced.

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i. sorcery - christophe beck /// ii. maharet - richard gibbs /// iii. darkwood - russell shaw /// iv. a book of blood - javier navarrete /// v. deep forest - javier navarrete /// vi. you can not defeat me - james newton howard /// vii. tower prayers - james newton howard /// viii. cradle of forest - akira yamaoka

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