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My fellow Americans, it has been the honor of my life to serve you. I won’t stop; in fact, I will be right there with you, as a citizen, for all my days that remain. For now, whether you’re young or young at heart, I do have one final ask of you as your President - the same thing I asked when you took a chance on me eight years ago.

I am asking you to believe. Not in my ability to bring about change - but in yours. I am asking you to hold fast to that faith written into our founding documents; that idea whispered by slaves and abolitionists; that spirit sung by immigrants and homesteaders and those who marched for justice; that creed reaffirmed by those who planted flags from foreign battlefields to the surface of the moon; a creed at the core of every American whose story is not yet written: Yes We Can. Yes We Did. Yes We Can.

THANK YOU, PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA FOR EIGHT AMAZING YEARS [2008-2016]

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Oh, HAY, it me, nearly 40 vs me at 14 or so. I’m Cuban-American and neuroatypical. Didn’t start transition til I was 33, and wow was being closeted rough.

So. It’s Transgender Day of Visibility and a lot of folks are going to be sharing their transition pics. Please, please, please resist the urge to tell them they were attractive before.

Speaking from experience: for transmasculine folks, “but you’re such a pretty girl” is constantly trotted out to discourage us from transitioning. As if our only value is in how attractive we look. (And as if there isn’t a shit-ton of misogyny behind valuing women and perceived women only for their looks and treating their appearance as an issue of public consumption rather than personal expression/fulfillment.)

I found only trauma in being told how pretty my girl costume was, because pretending to be cis only brought me pain. Every fight over clothes, makeup, hair, etc. was a night I cried myself to sleep. And I cried a LOT in those days, even if people didn’t see it.

We trans folk have an uncomfortable relationship with being told we’re attractive by cis people. Because “attractive” is almost always code for “cis-passing”. Because, for trans women, their attractiveness is overwhelmingly tied to being objectified as a sexual fetish. Because, for non-binary and non-transitioning people, they still aren’t being told they are valuable and loved.

Here’s the thing, cis friends: transition photos really aren’t for *you*. We share the documentation of our transition as a way to give ourselves and other trans people hope. “Passing” is overwhelmingly an issue of safety, and any joy at putting some of our dysphoric demons to rest is clouded by all these messages that we’re finally “acceptable” to a cis audience.

Transition photos are photos of SURVIVAL. Transition photos document RECOVERY FROM TRAUMA. Just… just think about that.

By all means, tell trans people they are attractive (we do need to hear it from time to time, same as everyone else), but go beyond the obsession with what we used to look like. If you want to know more about transition, Google it, the same way we all had to. Engage with trans folks on their other strengths and talents. That will go much further to signify your allyship.

Explained: John C. Miller meme

As a studyblr, I procrastinate. I have weak subjects, and I get stressed easily. I lie to myself, “Yeah, this won’t be tested.” I quit my notes halfway because my motivation runs out, and when it returns, my forgetfulness and lack of organisation means that I don’t remember them. I scroll through my dash and think, “Wow. I’m so much less dedicated, hardworking, passionate than these people. I’m so much less than these people.”

I receive messages in my inbox that say, “Wow. You’re so inspiring.” And I can never fathom how someone could actually believe that. 

And then I do. Because the words we type, documenting our day, and the photos we post, perfectly arranged - they show an impossible, unreal version of ourselves. The best angle of ourselves - neat handwriting, brilliant modesty, impeccable focus, and enviable responsibility.

Just like how you shouldn’t unfairly compare yourselves to magazine covers, because they aren’t real, you shouldn’t compare your educational journeys to those of other studyblrs, because they aren’t a full and unbiased representation of how other people actually study (unglamorously).

The Preacher’s Daughter // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is mine and @stilinski-jpeg ‘s first series together and I’m so fucking excited for y’all to see what we have planned. Love you Nia and thank you for being my best friend. 

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (Male on Female), Sinning, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,176

Song: Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my nervous voice ringing with the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

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For several years, the Tumblr help docs have mirrored the Tumblr experience: clean and simple. And that was fine. But as we’ve added features and choices and compatibility and complexity, the whole Tumblr experience has gotten richer and it feels like our documentation should reflect that too.

Introducing the new Tumblr help center. At tumblr.com/help, you’ll find

  • Better, more thorough search results
  • An improved, much-more-Tumblry look and feel
  • An announcements section at the top of the page for recent changes and news
  • All the same helpful content you know and love

Thanks for using the site and for giving us something to write help center articles about, Tumblr. 💗

Heartbreak Insurance

Words: 10.9k
Genre: FLUFF.

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Ring Ri-

He bursts into a bright huge grin, despite not being seen. “Thank you for calling Heartbreak Insurance. My name is Jimin! How may I help you today?”

There’s a long silence over the phone until there’s a slight sniffle and the woman on the other line explodes into a hysterical sob. “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHH…nnn..nnn-” It’s a type of uncontrollable bawling howl that makes your snot drip inside your mouth .

“I’ll connect you to our customer services~ Please don’t hang up the line. One moment please!” Jimin moves the phone handset into his other hand while he presses some buttons, successfully transferring her over a second later.


The average person falls in love 4 to 7 times before marriage and 40% to 50% of all marriages end in divorce. 85% of all relationships end with a breakup. Don’t just be a statistic!

At Heartbreak Insurance, we are committed to be there when you need it most. Affordable and comprehensible solutions to meet your needs today! With our Heartbreak Insurance, you can find a plan that fits your needs. We cover and care for you in your most vulnerable times, offering paid time off, therapy sessions and care packages.

Because heartbreak is pain too.


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Me and my grandmother (2016) tells about the relationship between me and my grandmother and her dementia. 

Me and my grandmother have always had a close relationship for we have always lived in the same yard. After she was diagnosed with dementia two years ago, I helped my mother in the summers taking care of her. Last year I started to document our daily lives. I photographed my grandmother, the beautiful light at her house and her flowers. We spent time together trying to remember the names of the flowers in our garden and watched the light move across her home. This time spent together feels golden now that she’s gone to a nursing home and left behind an empty house. I hope that our time together brought her joy in the last years she was able to live at home. 

These pictures can be seen in Generation 2017 -exhibition 19.5-3.9.2017 at Amos Anderson Art Museum, Helsinki. 

❝ ░ ADVENTURE TIME; STARTER SENTENCES.

  • ❛ Everything ahead of us is totally unknown. ❜
  • ❛ Sucking at something is the first step towards being sorta good at something. ❜
  • ❛ Sometimes life is scary and dark. ❜
  • ❛ People get built different. We don’t need to figure it out, we just need to respect it. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t need to feel like I’m waiting to be noticed. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll still be here tomorrow to high five you yesterday, my friend. ❜
  • ❛ Is that where creativity comes from? From sad biz? ❜
  • ❛ No one flicks me in the butt without my consent! ❜
  • ❛ Homies help homies. Always. ❜
  • ❛ You got to focus on what’s real, man. ❜
  • ❛ Responsibility demands sacrifice. ❜
  • ❛ People make mistakes. It’s a part of growing up. ❜
  • ❛ It’s hard to step outside yourself when you are enmeshed with another being. ❜
  • ❛ You contain the soul memory of a million dead stars. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t you always call sweatpants ‘give up on life pants,’ _____? ❜
  • ❛ Something weird might just be something familiar viewed from a different angle. ❜
  • ❛ Mathematical! ❜
  • ❛ Whoa! Algebraic! ❜
  • ❛ I’ll slay anything that’s evil. That’s my deal! ❜
  • ❛ I’m not righteous. I’m wrong-teous. Stupid-teous. ❜
  • ❛ I feel radder, faster… more adequate! ❜
  • ❛ Youth culture forever! ❜
  • ❛ Are you gonna smash my skull and breathe my blood mist? ❜
  • ❛ No worms on the bed! ❜
  • ❛ Get ready for an uppercut, you dog! ❜
  • ❛ Stealing’s wrong, doofus! ❜
  • ❛ Holy stuff! It talked! Wow-cow-chow! ❜
  • ❛ What?! You gotta be flipping kidding me! ❜
  • ❛ I’m no wuss! I’m the hero around these parts! ❜
  • ❛ Eat my sword, _____! ❜
  • ❛ I’m weddy for the wedding. ❜
  • ❛ Heh. Yeah, right. That sounds like idiot talk. ❜
  • ❛ How did you almost know my name? ❜
  • ❛ All aboard the knuckle train to Fist Planet! ❜
  • ❛ Imagination is for turbo-nerds who can’t handle how kick-butt reality is! ❜
  • ❛ That riddle sucks. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll just read this book about pigs. ❜
  • ❛ Everything small is just a small version of something big! I understand everything! ❜
  • ❛ Up, down, left, left, right, right, down, spin, down, up, left, right, left, down, spin, up, down, jump! ❜
  • ❛ Come on, man! That’s pervy! ❜
  • ❛ Easy as childbirth. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, I think I have a crush. ❜
  • ❛ Do the splits, thou milk-livered maggot pie! ❜
  • ❛ Oh crab it to the butternuts, it’s locked! ❜
  • STOP TALKING LIKE A NERD AND GIVE IT TO US STRAIGHT!
  • ❛ I’ve been going foot nude in the shoe and now I got this turbo huge callous. ❜
  • ❛ We’re documenting our creative flow in case we make a break through. ❜
  • ❛ That road you’re on leads to nowhere. ❜
  • ❛ You wanna join my primitive noise band? ❜
  • ❛ Roll the dice, you pay the price. ❜
  • ❛ C'mon bro, taking pain is easy. You just have to imagine that every bruise is a hickey from the Universe. And everyone wants to get with the Universe. ❜
  • ❛ It was weird but I liked it. ❜
  • ❛ Actually, I think I’m beating it back with sheer willpower. ❜
  • ❛ Hey! Crack open that book and read something for fun’s sake, alright? ❜
  • ❛ You know what they remind me of? Well-dressed pickles. ❜
  • ❛ This dolphin fell in love with me! ❜
  • ❛ I’d rather be dancin’ with some babes! ❜
  • ❛ My subconscious must be hungry, huh? ❜
  • ❛ I can’t have you messin’ up my bread and butter, dude. ❜
  • ❛ Heh heh. I can’t take you seriously when you’re singing, man. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, be calmed by my saliva. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not cute, I’ll mess you up. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, let’s kill the horse. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t just read the poetry to understand it, you got to feel it. ❜
  • ❛ Girl, you smell good. Did you take a bath in rainbows and cupcakes? ❜
  • ❛ And what if we turn evil? I’ll have to start wearing cologne. ❜
  • ❛ I love you, everything burrito. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I’m coming with you… if only to be disruptive and obnoxious! ❜
  • ❛ I dreamed I was in kindergarten again, but I had really big feet, and was also the teacher. ❜
  • ❛ I wish for… a sandwich! ❜
  • ❛ That’s it! The answer was so simple, I was too smart to see it! ❜
  • ❛ I should not have drunk that much tea! ❜
  • ❛ I’d never forgive anybody who did this to me! ❜
  • ❛ Give me a hug, hero. ❜
  • ❛ I never said you had to be perfect! ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, I’m good! Haven’t slept for solid eighty-three hours, but yeah, I’m good. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve seen some stuff that would really make you say 'like what?’ ❜
  • ❛ I’m not mean. I’m a thousand years old, and I just lost track of my moral code. ❜
  • ❛ I wrote this next song about a fisherman. ❜
  • ❛ Vampires can’t beat ghosts. It’s like a rock-paper-scissors thing. ❜
  • ❛ I’m hurting you because I love you. ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, I want you to be proud. I want you to be proud of me! ❜
  • ❛ I am incapable of emotion, but you are making me chafed! ❜
  • ❛ Who wants to play video games? ❜

Got started on a long awaited campaign for World of Darkness today. The Child character I built for fun/tropes is turning out to be extremely useful. Basically the only thing he started out with before the campaign was talking to his Grimoire and Occult knowledge – now he’s full on the kid from The Sixth Sense and I love it.

Also we unanimously decided his grimoire was basically like Book from Hocus Pocus and he carries it like a backpack because of how big it is.

Explained: avocado toast meme
  • In an interview with 60 Minutes from May 2017, the millionaire property developer Tim Gurner said that many millennials can’t afford to buy homes due to extravagant spending on expensive foods like avocado toast.
  • This sparked an uproar on social media, with many people criticizing Gurner’s misinformed comments on millennials’ spending choices.
  • Memes soon appeared on Tumblr mocking the idea that spending less on avocado toast would allow millennials to afford purchasing houses.
  • The avocado toast meme does not follow any strict format and has taken both text-based and image-based forms.
  • EDIT (31 May 2017): It has come to our attention that Gurner’s comments seem to be a reference to Bernard Salt’s article from October 2016 titled “Moralisers, we need you”. This resulted in jokes about avocado toast and housing back in 2016. However, we have documented this as a 2017 meme as our focus is to document memes as they are popularised on Tumblr, and it seems that jokes about avocado toast did not become a widespread meme on Tumblr until May 2017.
  • Click here to see examples of the avocado toast meme.
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Lisa Robertson | 3 Summers

Hélène Cixous | The Laugh of the Medusa

Alice Notley | Culture of One

Alice Notley | Alma, or The Dead Women

Medea | Seneca: Six Tragedies | Translated with an Introduction and Notes by Emily Wilson

anonymous asked:

Hi Viria! I'm curious. What mistake that happpened in your life that turned to be a good thing?

mmm it wasn’t really a mistake, but I was quite sad about it for some time. My best university friend and I finished bachelor pad, and then chose to continue education, there was two courses - specialist and master, the second one taking year and a half, and the first only a year. The second considered slightly higher for obvious reasons.

We both gave our documents and passed exams for two of these, just in case we get accepted and get a scholarship in only one of the two. Ahh that seems vague. Either way, Tanya first got her result and chose a master’s grade, I waited and then got mine, also chose master’s. But something happened then, and they called my friend and said that hey, we’re sorry, now you have to decide if you’re going to take a course of master you now have to pay for, or if you get a specialist but for free. So Tanya chose the second one, and I was in a lot of doubt because I could take either for free, but if i take master I won’t be able to hang out with Tanya as much and I was very sad about it because i didn’t know anyone as well on the master’s course??

Either way, I chose what was better for me, the master’s. As I said, I was sad, but hey, Sasha was on the master’s course! So if I did ended up going for a specialist grade I wouldn’t meet Sasha. So after all that turned to be a very very good thing:”) 

I’ve been quietly stalking the facebook page of a basset breeder we’ve been considering. 
They just had a litter, and they…they look like little croissants. 

they’ve got burnt croissants

they’ve got unbaked croissants

they’ve got croissants baked to perfection

croissants.

Jin: Taehyung proposed it would be good idea to document our findings on a personal archive as a place of reference. With that, I believe we’ll need all the resources we can scavenge for our next case.. 


an ask blog to @caramoccii​ ‘s  20′s au. just a recreational blog to leisurely answer questions and reveal some insight into the boys’ lives as well as the lore 👍

                                                 ( ask // submit // bios )

Questions and Non-Existent Answers (CEO Luke Hemmings)

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When. When the hell was the last time you could breathe properly? When the hell was the last time you could sleep peacefully? 

To be one-hundred percent, completely honest, not in a few months…? Probably since the last night he was there, holding you as you slept, peaceful, only for the morning to completely destroy it all. Then you found yourself alone.

Get up… Get up!” he screamed in your ear.

“Baby, it 6:15am… I’m going back to sleep…” You pulled the blanket over your head, which was suddenly pulled off and you were dragged out of the bed. “Okay, what the fucking hell, you asshole?”

“Get your shit, and get out,” he seethed.

“Babe, what’s going on?” You tried to sound calm, but it only made him angrier.

“I’m done, I’m done! It’s over, I’m free of you… Be gone!” 

You don’t know why, but no tears came to your eyes. Maybe you were tired, maybe you were too confused, maybe this was all just a dream and you were just reacting to him falling in the shower… again. You walked over to your shard closet slowly, watching him, and packed the stuff that was yours, not the fancy gowns that he had bought you, and walked to the door of your apartment.

“Wh–” You were cut off by the door slamming in your face. And that’s how your friend found you, sobbing on the curb at 6:30am.

Y/N, you gotta get up, it’s been two months, and the few times you’ve ever been out of the house are to see your family, and if I drag you to the grocery store.

A wail came from the other side of the room. Y/F/N groaned and walked over the the little girl who emitted the noise. Yeah, your best friend married strait out of college and got pregnant not much after.

“Hi, Carolina,” she said to the tiny baby in her arms. 

The door opened, and Y/F/N’s husband walked in. “Hi, love! Y/N, there’s a letter for you.” He handed you a rather large envelope. You opened it and pulled out a folder. You pulled out the first of many documents:

Dear Miss Y/N,

Please sign below regarding that you have been romantically associated with CEO, Luke Hemmings, of Hemming Corporations, for the past four years. Do not discard this document, this is a legal document regarding a romantic associated between two persons under law. Please sign below.

What the hell was this? You quickly signed the document, put it in the designated return envelope, and put it in your mailbox. You looked at your phone, then opened your text messages.

To: Luke Hemmings

What the fuck did I just get in the mail?

You texted him. Your phone buzzed after a few seconds.

From: Luke Hemmings

Just sign the damn document and fucking send it to me asap

You rolled your eyes and put your phone away, not planning on replying to your ex.

Buzz

From: Luke Hemmings

I know you read that

From: Luke Hemmings

Y/N call me when you’re not being a bitch

From: Luke Hemmings

Ok, I apologize, just call me as soon as you can

You quickly went to his contact and pressed his phone number, calling the bastard himself.

“Ba– Y/N,” he stated professionally.

“Luke, what do you want to tell me?”

“Come down to my office. Now.”

“Look, I don’t have time for your shit right now, I shouldn’t even be talking to you, nonetheless receiving legal documents about our shitty relationship. Just answer my fucking question, Hemmings. What the fuck is the document?” you demanded.

“Come to the–”

“No.”

“Y/N, please. You don’t ever have to talk to me again afterwards, just… please, come to my office.”

“Fine.” You groaned, almost inaudible, and hung up, grabbing your car keys and driving to the tall and shiny office building in the center of Y/T/N. You walked through the lobby, avoiding everyone’s eye contact that stopped and stared at you. You walked to the front desk, so that you could get access to Luke’s floor.

“Alice… May you please let me up?” you asked the girl sitting there.

“Y– Y/N! Yes! Of course!” She rushed from behind the desk, and walked to the elevator with you, scanning the card, and pressing the button for floor number 63. You strutted out of the elevator and to the largest room on the floor, positioned right through the lobby doors, to the left, another left, and straight ahead until you reached the door with a plaque on it that said:

LUKE HEMMINGS

C.E.O. HEMMINGS CORP.

You didn’t even knock. You walked right in to see your ex staring at his computer screen. You doubt he even knew you were in there. The office looked the same as you remembered. And that was the bad thing.

The way you remembered was when he had pictures of the trips you took together. And the shared favorite amongst the two of you was when he decided that for your third anniversary that he would throw you a surprise, and when you found out, you launched yourself onto him and kissed him. There were fireworks, literal fireworks, and the photographer captured it all. It sat right on his desk in the frame his niece made for him. It was a wooden frame with a silver line painted around the edge and a golden-dotted lining. It sat on the right side of his desk. Right where it was now. You hoped he hadn’t replaced it.

“Luke?” He looked up at you, surprised.

“I– I didn’t know you were coming…”

“I told you I was.”

“I must’ve not heard, or I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” He blushed.

“What the hell is going on?”

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MONSTA X MAFIA AU

History:
Founded by Shownu and Wonho in the year 20xx, the Montella Family is a mafia organization in Seoul. They had been under the Stellanave family for a long time until the boss and underboss had a dispute that resulted in the division of the family which caused the family to fall apart. The Montella family chose not to side to anyone claiming that they do not serve any boss but instead they served the family. Those who shared their views joined the family and became an independent family. Their dealings range from smuggling to assassination. They have a few alliances in other families in Seoul like Banlidiche family, Seveno family, and Gotillon family. There are seven original members of this family that operated on their own while they were still getting started until their family grew.

Rules:
1. Do not kill unless it is absolutely necessary
2. Do not disclose information about the family to anyone outside of it
3. No one shall start any disputes amongst the members
4. All the operations must go through the boss or the underboss first
5. Should any member break any of the rules, they shall be given appropriate punishments


Members:

SHOWNU

As one of the founder, Shownu became the boss by default. He is in charge of all the decision makings in the family. He comes off as a quiet boss but everyone in the family knows better than to disobey him. He does not show or demonstrate his authority causing the other six to be so relaxed around him and makes the rest of the family sometimes wonder if he really is the boss. But the original members make sure that everybody knows Shownu holds all the authority.

Shownu sits on a couch inside his office. In front of him is a glass table full of papers waiting to be read and go through. He massages his temples and takes a sip of his coffee. He picks up one document and reads it. It is a proposal for a whore house in the third district. He raises his left eyebrow upon reading it.

Who in the world sent this? Everybody knows I don’t do human trafficking.

He reaches for his phone and is about to call for his underboss when the door suddenly opens.

“Oh Wonho, I was just about to call you.”

Wonho looks at him, confused.

He raises the document and shakes it lightly.

“Do you know who sent this? It’s a proposal for a whore house. We don’t do this kind of business.”

“Really? Probably one of those assholes from Gendena. I heard they’re sending those kinds of proposals all over. You’re not obliged to reply to them though. Someone probably did already.”

“Oh is that so? Well, that’s all,” Shownu dismissively says.

“I actually came here to tell you something.”

Shownu just looks at him, a signal for Wonho to continue.

“I’m afraid we have a problem. The Banlidiche family seems like they have a traitor. All the documents about our joint gambling house in the second district is gone.”

“That really is a problem. Do they have an idea on who is this traitor is.”

“Not at all.”

“That’s a bigger problem.”

“What do we do now?”

Shownu thinks for a moment until he suddenly gets an idea.

“Well, we have someone who could sniff out clues.”

Wonho smiles.

“Of course of course. How could I forget? I’ll go talk to him.”

Wonho is out of the door before Shownu could reply, but not even a minute later he peaks in the doorway.

“He hates the term sniff out, by the way. It sounds like he’s a dog.”

Shownu laughs.

WONHO

Co-founder of the family. He gave the role of the boss to Shownu because he believes he can’t handle that much power and responsibility, but he was willing to assist Shownu thus he became an underboss. He is the one who puts all of Shownu’s decisions into actions. He controls all their dealings, business, and operations. He is often teased by the original members except for Shownu but they also love and respect him as much as Shownu.

Wonho gets out of Shownu’s office and goes down the stairs. He goes straight to the kitchen to find who he’s looking for but is surprised when he does not find him there. He reaches for his phone to call him but completely forgot it when he saw the text message he received.

Eyey, heard Banlidiche’s got a snake and this one is sliii-ck. Second district already lost a million. Whatchu. whatchu gonna do?~

“Damn it,” he mutters in frustration and dials the sender’s number.

“Hello hello baby, you called I can’t hear a thing,” a voice from the other line answers.

“Min. This is no time to be joking around.”

“I really can’t hear anything. The house is so noisy. Lemme go outside first”

“Says the one who seemed like he swallowed a speaker.”

“I’m outside now. And I heard that but I won’t get mad because there are other things to worry about.”

“What was that text all about Min?”

“Exactly as I put it. This house already lost a million.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

“Well, some group waltz in and they suddenly beat all the bets and took our money.”

“Are they still there?”

“Yup, they’re still taking some more.”

“Shit. Keep an eye on them. I’ll send in our boys now.”

“Wait. I don’t think the snake is here. You wouldn’t think that snake would go here immediately after his snakery right?”

“Snakery? Is that even a word?”

“Right?” Minhyuk emphasizes the word.

“Right,” Wonho concededly replies.

“Right,” Minhyuk repeats. “So I think the people here are his accomplices somehow. But we don’t want to act yet because they’ll know it’s trouble when we walk in~ and might blow our chances.”

“You’re right. But keep an eye for them anyway.”

“‘Kay. Say hi to daddy Shownu for me. His baby misses him.”

“Too much information Minhyuk. Why don’t you tell him that yourself.”

“Because I want him to miss me too.”

Wonho rolls his eyes.

“Whatever Minhyuk. Just do your job.”

MIHYUK

Minhyuk’s hair might not be big but he knows everything about everyone. He likes to get random jobs everywhere to get information about anything even if it doesn’t concern their family. But he believes that any information is relevant. His way of getting information is a bit odd for others but he enjoys it because he gets to experiences different jobs and encounters different people. He also thinks that his way is unsuspicious and that no one would suspect him as a member of a mafia.
People often take him as another gossiper but tend to trust him so easily because of his angelic face. He loves his members a lot though he loves Shownu a little bit more. 

Minhyuk puts his phone down and places it inside his pocket. He heads for the gambling table where their target is playing poker. He observes them for a moment and notices that the player’s card seemed a little thicker than the normal cards.

Double huh.

He moves from the opponent’s side to the target’s and slowly approaches one of his companions, a woman wearing a knee length red dress.

“I was wondering what the crowd was all about and damn he’s good,” he starts. “Is he your husband? You must be getting luxuries.”

The woman looks at their suspiciously but then he smiles and he sees the woman soften.

“Oh no no. I’m just his glorified secretary.”

“Why glorified?”

“I’m just another of one of his side girls. Capos like him get all the girls in the district since the bosses and under bosses are too busy making money.”

Bingo. But he still gotta play it cool.

He pretends to look confused and the woman laughs.

“Ah sorry. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh okay. But he’s not your husband?”

“No.”

He stays for a few moments as not to seems suspicious, he makes comments every now and then to see if the woman can give any more information but when he feels like there isn’t anymore the woman can provide, he excuses himself telling her that he must get back to his cleaning job.

He decides to head back to the headquarters when his phone rings. He groans in frustration when he sees the caller ID.

Looks like I won’t be getting in daddy’s arms anytime soon.

“What?” he answers.

“I heard what happened. Wonho told me to call you.”

“Yeah. Looks like one of Bandiliche’s capo built a little gang. You heading there?”

“Yup. Are you still in the house?”

“Uh huh. I suppose Wonho told you to tell me to not leave yet.”

“He indeed did.”

Minhyuk groans in frustration again.

“Calm down Minhyuk. You’ll see Shownu soon. We’ll make this quick okay?”

“Fine. But you’ll have to bake me cupcakes when you get home,” Minhyuk whines.

“Alright alright.”

“Yes! I love you Kihyunnie.”

KIHYUN

Kihyun was a former detective who quit his job after he found out about the corruption within his department. He joined the Montella family thinking that he might as well do it in the right place if he’s going to do dirty work. He is in charge of investigating issues within the family like unsupervised assassination, stolen money from their stash, and unusual activities in their business.

Kihyun sits on the passenger seat of their car, listening to some random song the driver put on while looking at the passing scenes outside the window.

“We’re here sir,” he hears the driver say.

Kihyun immediately got out of the car and entered the massive building the car stopped in front of. A guy in black welcomes him and leads him to an office. He sees a man lying on the couch with a book covering his face when he enters the office.

“You may go now,” the man says to the guy in black.

When the guy is out the door the man sits up and looks at Kihyun.

“I’m surprised you have time to laze around when we’re almost going bankrupt,” Kihyun says to the man.

“Bullshit. One gambling house won’t affect our profits. Both of our profits. Your underboss just likes overreacting,” the man replies.

“Fair point. But I’ll have you know that Wonho doesn’t like overreacting. He just wants to be safe than sorry. Unlike you, Yoongi,” Kihyun fires

“Well do I have to apologize for being laid back Kihyun?” Yoongi fires back.

“Now now, no need to be so aggressive. I only came here to do my job,” Kihyun says.

Yoongi just stares at him for a while before his stoic face breaks into a smile. Kihyun smiles back. Yoongi stands up from the couch and leads Kihyun outside.

“So, how’s it going on your side?” Kihyun asks.

“Seokjin is still working on the CCTVs but seems like this one’s very clever. Hoseok is also asking around.”

“Uh huh. You should really work on the supervision on your capos. They could strike any time.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at him.

“Right. So here’s the room that the document was stored,” He leads Kihyun in a room full of shelves. “And here’s the where the document was.” He points to a middle shelf.

Kihyun goes to the shelf and opens it. He sees that there is an evident blank space between the two documents. He looks around the room some more and sees a photocopying machine.

“You really shouldn’t store a photo copying machine inside a room full of confidential documents.”

“You think we don’t know that? That one’s already busted. Some idiot used it incorrectly and…”

Yoongi trailed off when he sees Kihyun looking at him with absolute horror.

“What?” Yoongi asks him.

“Yoongi why?” Kihyun says before rushing to the photocopying machine.

“Shit. Don’t tell me…”

“That idiot who busted this was no idiot. He stole another document and photo copied the gambling documents to cover it up.”

“Fuck!”

Kihyun suddenly started opening random shelves and going through documents.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks

“Finding the original document for the gambling house. He should have placed it in whatever document he stole as a replacement.”

Yoongi nods before helping Kihyun to find the said documents. After a few minutes of scouring and rummaging. Yoongi suddenly cursed out loud.

“Shit!”

“Have you found it?”

“Yes, and it’s the documents for the imprisonment and release of the Raveeno family’s boss”

“Oh my god. Why would you keep a document for release?”

“Well, you never know when you’re gonna be needing them.”

Yoongi’s phone rang before Kihyun could say anything.

Kihyun watches as Yoongi’s facial expression morphed from worried to glee. He puts the phone down and smiles at Kihyun.

“We found the man,”

“Well I supposed our job here is done?”

“C'mon this is a whole family we’re dealing with. And don’t you want to create destruction together? Like old times? The world would love to see your Beauty and Beast and our Three Musketeers together again.”

Kihyun chuckles. “Go talk to Shownu then.”

HYUNGWON

Hyungwon is part of the assassination unit called “The Beauty and the Beast” His style of assassination is the quiet assassination wherein he charms his target and lures them to their doom. The family sends in Hyungwon for assassinations that is a one-person target.

Hyungwon enters the bar and scans the place for his target, the son and heir to a major conglomerate in Seoul. He sees him sitting on one of the stools on the counter. He makes his way to the counter and sits three stools away from his target. He motions for the bartender to get his drink serve while observing his target. Hyungwon picks up that he isn’t much of a heavy drinker and only chooses light drinks. He motions for the bartender again and tells him to make the strongest drink for his target. Once done, the bartender gives the drink to the heir. When he confusedly looks at the bartender, the bartender points to Hyungwon.

The conglomerate’s son looks at him and Hyungwon gives a smile before standing up and sitting directly beside him.

“You look like you could use some strong punch. You look a little down,” he starts.

He looks at Hyungwon, baffled, and speaks.

“I’m sorry. But I don’t swing that way.”

Hyungwon laughs.

“Really now. A guy offers you a drink and you think he’s trying to hit on you. That’s a little bit judgemental of you.”

The guy’s face turns red, clearly flustered by Hyungwon’s comment.

“I didn’t mean to give any offense. It’s just…”

“Just?”

“No. Nevermind. But I can’t drink this.”

“Awww… I thought you didn’t mean to give any offense. You’re giving one now. An offer being rejected is a sign of offense right?”

He looks at Hyungwon one more time and Hyungwon looks back at him, he moves a little closer to his target all the while looking at him in the eyes.

“Please?”

The heir pulls back from the proximity and finally drinks the drink Hyungwon offered him. Hyungwon smiles and engages him into a conversation, roping his target to drink more. Once Hyungwon was sure that the heir is completely drunk, he offers a ride back home to which his target unconciously agreed to. Hyungwon drives him to his apartment and fishes out the keys from his pockets. He carried the conglomerate’s son to his room and lays him in bed.

Well, don’t want to make this messy.

He pulls out a small bottle from pocket, uncaps the bottle, and pours the liquid in to his target’s mouth.

“Sweet dreams.”

On his way back to his own apartment, his phone starts to ring.

“What is it?” he asks the caller.

“Where are you?”

“On my way back to my place. Why?”

“The family needs their Beauty. We have some enemies to eliminate.”

“I literally just finished a job Wonho. I just want to sleep and rest forever.”

“This one’s isn’t a job. It’s a family obligation.”

Hyungwon sighs in resignation.

JOOHEON

“The Beast” in the Montella’s assassination unit. Unlike Hyungwon, Jooheon likes to go loud. Under The Beauty and The Beast is a group Jooheon formed called MonX. They are a group of trained assassins under Jooheon’s wing and assists Jooheon in his assissnations. The family assigns Jooheon and the MonX to do assassination that involves a lot of people like government parties or other families.

Jooheon and the MonX wait in front of the gambling house for Minhyuk’s signal. He was told that Minhyuk is to make everyone vacate the house except for the snake’s accomplices. Minhyuk would then give Jooheon the signal for his group to storm the place and put the snake’s accomplices in their right places.

Why is he taking so long?

Jooheon apparently spoke too soon because the moment he finished the thought the house’s doors suddenly opened and people are coming outside.

What the fuck?

“Do we go now, boss?” One of the MonX says.

“Wait,”

He sees Minhyuk coming out as well and heading towards them.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Minhyuk asks him when he gets to them.

“What are you doing? The way you’re vacating people is so obvious.”

“Heonie. Whatever way I vacate people will be obvious because the place will become empty as fuck and they will notice that they’re the only ones inside. There was really no way to be inconspicuous y'know.”

“What did you do then?”

“Led them to a private room. Told them that the “master player,” he quotes in the air, “wants to play with them.”

“And they believed you just like that?”

“I’m not a member of this family for nothing Heon.”

Jooheon smiles at him.

“You’re right.”

He looks at his group, “Let’s do this boys”

They storm the building and heads straight towards the private room and immediately began their onslaught. Jooheon realizes something after the room is all red.

“Damn. I forgot to leave one of them to ask where the snake is.”

“Don’t worry,” Minhyuk assures him. “Our baby will handle it.”

CHANGKYUN

Changkyun is the hacker of the group who is in charge of all things machine related, from fabricating a CCTV record to tracking down a person, he could do it just be sitting in front of his computer. He is the youngest in the family so the members spoil him to death.

Changkyun stares at his computer screen, watching red dots appear all over it. He enters a code on his keyboard and presses enter and the red dots begin to disappear one by one.

Now he just needs to wait.

He hears a knock on his door and stands up from his chair to open it. He is greeted by a smiling Kihyun holding up a lunchbox.

“Hyung,” he greets

“How is it going Kyunnie?”

“I managed to trace all the coordinates Jin-hyung sent me for all the CCTVs that registered the guy’s face. I’m just waiting for the coordinates of the CCTV the guy’s face recently registered to.”

“Huh. Those red dots are the CCTVs?”

“Yep.”

Kihyun looks at the huge screen then back at Changkyun.

“You must be hungry this has been a long day. Minhyuk just got back from the house with Jooheon and made me bake cupcakes. Now everyone is having a tea party down stairs.”

“I’d like to join but my job isn’t done.”

“I know that’s why I bought you some cupcakes and join you.”

“You’re the best hyung ever.”

“I know.”

The two of them silently sit in front of the computer screen and watch as the red dot disappear. Changkyun hurriedly swallowed his cupcake when the last dot disappeared, leaving only one. Kihyun practically run out the room, probably to call the other guys.

He enters a few more codes to his keyboard and clicks a few items on his screen and just like that, he’s done.

Six other guys entered the room moments after the manage to pinpoint the location.

“Where is it?” Shownu asks

“Fourth district, block seven, number 9,” he answers.

“Wonho,” he hears Shownu says. “Contact the Bandiliche family. Time to get those snakes taste our venoms.”