privatization of space

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shinee + space-y things for the birthday girl, @leejinklies. ♡

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This identity I did for the first Destiny crucible tournament in Russia. I wanted to create something that have a vintage look, inspired by the old soviet space exploration posters.

PS: a small update, logos of all the teams.
Throw your characters into an AU...

…superhero AU

…blogger/vlogger AU

…neighbors/roommates AU

…deaged AU

…time travel AU

…road trip AU

…met online AU

…fairy tale AU

…vampire and/or werewolf AU

…body swap AU

…dystopian AU

…private investigator AU

…band AU

…space exploration AU

…fandom crossover AU (specify fandom)

…supernatural AU

…blind date AU

…marriage of convenience AU

…fake dating AU

…sports AU

…pirate AU

…kid fic AU

…hospital AU

…spies AU

…high school/college AU

…coffee shop AU

Magical Etiquette

Dueling
>Is magical dueling legal?
>How is a magical duel initiated?
>Why might someone initiate a magical duel?
>Are there spells or types of magic that are considered improper to use during a magical duel?
>>Is there any punishment for using these magics?
>When is a magical duel considered over?

Personal spaces/private sanctuaries
>Is it ever acceptable to enter another caster’s magical sanctuary or area where they perform major spells?
>>If it is acceptable, under which conditions is it acceptable?
>>If it is not generally acceptable, are there any exceptions to this?
>How big of a taboo is it to enter another magic user’s sanctuary without their permission?

Scrying, divination, and mind-reading
>Is it considered rude to keep tabs on other magic users?
>Is it considered rude to keep tabs on non-magic users?
>Can magic users be arrested for stalking for using these types of magics on people?
>>How long do they have to do this for it to count as stalking?
>>How do the authorities find out about such a thing?

Affiliations
>Are there groups, clubs, or associations of magic users?
>Do they have requirements that must be met to join them?
>Is there an prestige to be had by being a member of one?
>>Which ones are considered the most prestigious?
>What are the rules or requirements for staying in one?
>What would one have to do to be expelled from one?
>How are magic users in the groups expected to behave in public?
>How do the different groups interact with one another?
>>Are there rivalries?
>>Alliances?
>>Gang wars?

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Imagine: Dirty talk with Sam.

Sam x Reader

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Dirty Talk

Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.

That’s where the real fun started.

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SpaceX announced today they plan to send two private citizens around the moon by the end of 2018.

They will be using their Dragon 2 capsule which will have its first crew-less test flight to the international space station this year followed by the first crewed flight by the second quarter of 2018.

Human Beast (Adam's) Beast-like Qualities Head Cannon's that nobody asked for:

-sexy animalistic growls 👀👀
-he is Hairy™
-like literally all.the.body.hair.
-he can grow facial hair really fast too and has to trim it every day but he usually keeps it decently long because Belle likes it.
-he has to pluck his eyebrows too or he would have an adorable unibrow.
-he’s got that sixth sense that animals have like he knows when something is wrong or something is coming.
-POWERFUL LOVER 😳😳😳
-he can talk to animals like every other Disney princess…
-he sometimes whimpers when he is sad or afraid like a little puppy.
-he’s very territorial. He doesn’t like strangers coming into his house so if Belle makes a new friend she usually plans out fun places for them to meet up the first few times instead of coming to the castle.
-he’s not rude about it or anything, but Belle can tell that it makes him uncomfortable seeing someone that he doesn’t know within his private space.
-and when they have balls people are given strict guidelines of where they can and cannot go.
-He likes to be scratched on the back of his neck and behind his ears.
-he doesn’t like thunder very much.
-he’s very physically strong and just all around athletically talented, he can run really fast and jump really far (not like superhumanly or anything just…better than most people.)
-he sleeps really late into the day during the winter months and Belle sometimes has a hard time getting him out of bed when it’s too cold outside.
-he’s thinking about becoming a vegetarian.

If you want to live in this Romanian town you have to plant three trees

If you want to move in this Romanian town, you are obliged by law to plant trees. Sounds strange but this is what the town council has decided.

Nobody seems to be against this idea and the locals quite love it. The rule is if you buy a house in Ghimbav, Brasov county, or you build it each family has to plant 3 trees for every garden. Factories are obliged to plant a tree for every 100 metres of land they use for constructions. Companies that build blocks of flats they have to plant a tree for each flat.

Apparently, the town does not have many trees and there are no forests nearby. The town only wants to improve the quality of life, the air and their health. The project was called Ecological reconstruction and the rules are now official. Any company or individual that wants to build anything, when they apply for an authorisation they also have to agree to plant trees.

There are no rules to planting trees. They can be on their own private property or on public space. The council allows companies and individuals to plant all sorts of trees: oaks, poplars or lime trees.

The council also has a group of specialists who can advise on the trees to be planted and when it’s the best time.

Reminders for Binders this fall season:

• If you have ANY trouble breathing, feel faint/dizzy, or are in pain: Take your binder off immediately, stretch your arms above your head then to your side, take several deep breaths in a row, cough to loosen any build up fluid in your lungs, and do not put your binder back on.

• If you are experiencing a cold/flu/allergies, and you feel you MUST bind, please consider using a looser binder, or one with a zipper/velcro for quick and easy removal.

• If you know you have a cold/flu/any infection in the lungs/ or stomach bug, please do not wear your binder until your symptoms have passed. (I know it’s hard, but be safe. Throwing up or having a coughing fit with one on is painful and dangerous.)

• When the weather starts to get cold, remember that layers are your friend, but overheating can still happen. Be aware of what you’re wearing with your binder, and keep track of your amount of exertion.

• If you are someone who suffers from panic attacks, anxiety, claustrophobia, etc, try to keep track of your usual signals and be ready to loosen/remove your binder when and where you can. (Again, zipper/velcro binders are the best for this) I would also suggest coats and jackets you can easily remove/open for this exact purpose.

• Again, if you suffer from any sort of anxiety disorder (or even if you don’t) , consider mapping out private spaces and restrooms ahead of time, in case you need to remove/adjust your binder.

• PLEASE do not wear your binder when you are sick. Seriously.

Bind safely, folks.

Felix Gonzalez-Torres, Sheridan Square

[…] the Sheridan Square piece rejects a conventional ‘political’ roll-call of heroic achievements, and presents history in a far more complex way, out of chronological order, melding different types of events from the murder of gay San Francisco politician Harvey Milk to the formation of communitybased organizations in response to HIV/AIDS. History is thus specifically not presented as a seamless progressive narrative, expressing some supposedly unified historical force or will. Rather, events and institutions coexist, as in memory, in no particular order or sequence beyond that of our own active interpretive making. The ‘private’ defiantly invades ‘public’ space. (x)

janxangel  asked:

I made a donation! Steve is really excited about space and the idea of exploring the universe.

(Setting this in the comic book universe, because it’s fun, but also moving it up a little timewise :D)

Two weeks after the Avengers pulled Steve out of the ice, he stormed into Tony Stark’s office.

“We went to SPACE?” Steve demanded.

Tony looked up, saw the expression on his face, and set his paperwork aside. 

“Yuri Gagarin, 1961, first man in space,” Steve read from the book in his hand. “1969, America lands a man on the moon. 1998, the International Space Station begins construction; the first residential crew arrives in 2000. 2004, Spirit Exploration Rover lands on Mars. We went to space?”  

“Sure. Are still going, though not at the rate we used to be,” Tony said, leaning back in his chair.

“Why didn’t you tell me this the minute I woke up?” Steve asked excitedly. 

“Captain, of the millions of wonders of the twentieth century, it didn’t occur to me that space is what you’d be a nerd about,” Tony replied.

“Have we met aliens yet?” Steve asked. “Google seems untrustworthy when it comes to aliens.”

“Not yet,” Tony allowed. 

“Is Stark Industries working on space exploration?”

Tony cocked his head. “Not directly. I’ve been thinking about it, but Elon Musk really wanted to take the first stab at private space tourism.”

“But what about Iron Man?”

“The suit’s not space-safe yet. Why? Want me to build you one?” Tony joked.

“Would you? A space suit that would take me to the moon?” Steve asked. “Or – or Mars?” 

“Calm down, Space Cowboy,” Tony said, laughing. “I can’t build you a suit that’ll get you to Mars, but I could build you a rocket. It’s a long journey, at least a year to get there and back, realistically more like two. But if you want to go, I can put R&D on it. You’re the most likely to survive, honestly.”

“You’d do that for me?” Steve asked.

“Well, for you and for the good of all mankind,” Tony said. 

“I – well, maybe let’s start with the ISS,” Steve replied. “If it’s not a bother.”

“I’ll call NASA,” Tony replied. “Can I tell them it’s a request from Captain America?”

Steve drew himself up, chest puffing out. “You can tell them I’d find it a personal honor to serve the space program.” 

“Nerd,” Tony said, holding the phone to his ear. “Stick around, they’ll probably want to ask you your measurements for a flight suit.” 

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Favourite Acting Scenes – Even and Isak have their morning after in the kitchen (8.10 part 1)

Known as the scene that revived Gabrielle’s career.

Acting is impossible without some sort of writing, whether it’s a script or just some ideas written down on a napkin. It’s hard to nail people’s actual speech in script writing, however. Millions of different people means millions of different speech. You have to nail the character’s voice, every single time, otherwise the actors will find themselves struggling to find their character in the script. Often scripts return to age-old lines (“you can’t leave me! We belong together!”), that will be cringy to work in for every character, no matter how capable they are. But that’s not the case in this show, not in this scene. So, if the script’s there, it’s good, it’s up to the actors to see how they perform it. And we’ve talked about body language, and about eye contact, but this scene shows how to use your voice to elevate the script. It’s in the intonation, the volume, how you act out the lines.

Isak and Even have had an interesting night, full of craving for each other, to hold each other, to kiss each other, to touch each other; finally, after three weeks, they can. But then, it’s the morning after. Isak is really astonished to hear and see Even in the kitchen, talking to his roommates. He doesn’t say a thing. Even sees him, and greets him enthusiastically.

A bit too enthusiastically.

You hear it in his voice. The intonation in his good morning seems slightly.. off. Not that Even has been an unexcited person until now, but this feels different. It sounds different. It’s as if there’s an extra exclamation point after what he’s saying.

He goes back to his cooking and Noora and Eskild excuse themselves in the most obvious way ever. Isak moves over to the counter, but after Even tells him that he’s made a lot of food, that same slightly off intonation returns again. Which movie? But before Isak or any of the audience can make sense of what he’s saying, he’s already somewhere else in his thoughts. He sounds soft when he makes Isak taste the scrambled eggs, but that harder ‘tablespoon of sour cream’ seems to come out of nowhere.

It’s a moment of silence before Isak begins to speak. He’s quite vulnerable, splits his sentences in the middle to really think about what words to use before he says them. It means a lot to me that you’re still here. I thought you might’ve only come for last night. And Even is able to assure him, even though I don’t think he exactly got Isak’s meaning here.

And here comes an interesting acting choice: what Isak’s saying here is difficult, it’s painful, it’s scary to ask. So once again, Tarjei splits the sentences in the middle, needs to think about what he’s saying here. Until the last sentence. In which he reveals the base of his fears, mentioning Even’s name because he really needs him to hear it. Even, I need you to really listen to me. This is important to me.

As a result, Even listens. His reaction in his voice is significant: he does not look at Isak, but he’s also almost pushing the words out of his mouth. It’s almost staccato. It’s bitterness, it’s anger, it’s frustration because he is so done with that part of his life. Let’s be done with her, Isak. It’s just us. I feel a whole lot more for us. Alright, Isak is done with that part too.

I have never felt.. quite like this.. ever.

Isak is stunned. And he whispers, so softly, only for their own little world to hear that he feels the same.

The tension seems to be broken. There is no hesitance in their speech anymore. Only soft words, teasing words, flirtatious words remain. This is comfortable, this is their private space they’ve created for each other. They’re so fond of each other.

Say it again, Even whispers.

And because they have created their own little, safe world, with only two inhabitants to live in it, no one else is allowed in and they’re not allowing each other to leave either, Isak can say the following with only a breath of sound. It’s barely to be heard, even for the audience.

They both revel in this revelation. This is it.

But, unfortunately, the reason of Even’s intonation in the beginning is still bubbling under the surface. You hear him softly sing along with the song. The words that are sung are more significant for him than Isak realises. Now, he doesn’t use his own words, rather opting for those of the singer.

You make me fired up. There’s nothing that can cool me down. You make everything go up in smoke. There’s no one else I’d rather do this with.

It’s no surprise that this scene was the catalyst for the audience to realise that there was something more to Even than meets the eye. His words don’t seem significant at times, but the way how he is talking can tell us enough. The same goes for Isak’s reluctance but bravery in asking Even the hard questions he wants answered. Words and sentences need intonation and particular speech patterns, and that’s what a good actor can add to a good script.

Previous parts: here.

anonymous asked:

Louis prefers a private plane, there's more space to do stuff. He doesn't like helicopters.

why was Harry’s shirt more ripped when he got off a plane that one time 🤔🤔🤔 why wasn’t Louis wearing underwear 🤔🤔🤔 what were those two up to on that plane 🤔🤔🤔 i guess we’ll never know 🤔🤔🤔🍑🍆🤔🤔🤔

Ace here,  I got a story for you:

When i met my boyfriend, I really liked him. On the first date I told him I was ace, and he was ok with it. It really surprised me, I thought any allosexual guy would back out of that. But he just asked me to tell him what I was ok with and what I didn’t want to do, and asked for permission for every move he did. Also, he asked me out for a second date. And a third. Every time we would meet up and do something, see a movie, go to the pub or he would just show me parks and nice places around (I didn’t get around much before that). We talked, held hands, after! asking for permission we kissed, we just had a nice time together. That’s how our relationship started. After one month, I moved to go see my family for the summer and go to uni afterwards, so we knew it would be a long distance relationship, but we still wanted to do that. When he visited me, we slept cuddled up to each other, and he did never invade my private space. I slowly started to be ok with more things, we started making out instead of little kisses, and after 8 months of relationship, we had sex, which was alright for me. I don’t need it, but it feels nice being close to him and it means a lot to him. It was a big step, and I would never with anyone else, but with him it was a good experience. I really love him, and not once did he make me uncomfortable or tried to push me like other guys tried before (he was the first to ever get a second date). He gave me the thing I needed most: patience, safety, trust and unconditional love. If you find someone who will give you those things, it will be beautiful. We will have our first anniversary soon, and I am really happy in my relationship, and looking back it is weird that I never thought this possible.

anonymous asked:

"I didn't know you played the bass," Kara says, bending down to take a closer look at the instrument displayed in the corner of Lena's room. "It's a hobby," Lena answers. She tries to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach incited by Kara's presence in her private space. "Something different from all the piano I had to play growing up." Kara turns, wonder in her eyes. "You must be good with your fingers." (1/2)

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All Too Well | Pt. 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,437

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How can this be happening?

Your mind almost draws a point blank at the sight of Min Yoongi standing in the doorframe, just as rooted to his spot as you are with yours, unable to believe that he could be right here after so long, as if it’s always supposed to be that simple. After all this time, after all this space you’ve attempted to carve out between the two of you, the fact that he could be standing here almost boggles your mind. You’ve always known that fate and destiny always worked in very mysterious ways, and you’ve always believed that everything happens for a reason, but why, why, why is Min Yoongi here just when you thought that maybe you truly did not need him in your life anymore?

“Do you two know each other?” Hoseok inquires suddenly, breaking the tension as you force yourself to tear away from Yoongi’s intense stare upon you.

“Y-Yeah,” Yoongi replies, almost breathlessly as if the sight of you stirs up the same sensation as running up a flight of stairs, an urgency that tugs at your heartstrings. “We use to date.”

“2 years ago,” You whisper, although you don’t know why you feel the need to interject how long it had been since the pair of you dated. It’s not like technicalities would be enough to drive away the fact that you and Min Yoongi have a lot of history together—and it already creates a link between you and this group, for better or for worse.

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SEX TAPE

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

Request: could you please do an imagine where justin and y/n went for jog on the mountains in cali and when they reached to the top in a private space justin fucked y/n against some tree or whatever but a pap saw them and recorded it while y/n and justin never knew. and when y/n and justin are done fucking they went home and saw it on the media of fucking etccc.. you do the rest 😊 LOLOL IK THIS IS A STUPID IDEA😂😂😂

Its unedited so excuse any mistakes. And sorry for the wait, but im back Bitches!

Originally posted by selgomgifs


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The padding and crunching of our feet atop the layers of gravel that littered the familiar trail, accompanied by the early morning birds singing a sweet melody was just as sweet as candy to a child. It was a sugar rush. 

But in compose to a sugar rush for a child, it was adrenaline rush for myself.

The sunlight seemed to dance during this early spring morning. To weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. This morning, the yellow light was calming. The suns rays diffused softly through the gray curtains of clouds with a shrouded light that never failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving.

The hilltop approached fast, and with the last few steps completed, a large and triumphant breath was released through my dry and scratchy mouth, so desperate for a sip of water.

“That was a good run.” 

The voice was so sweet to my ears, but so sudden after the hour period of silent running. My eyes trailed towards the figure besides me with a smile, as I walked forward, snatching the bottle half full from his hands. 

“Yeah, for you.” I scoffed. “I was struggling half the time considering you hogged the water.”

Justin’s smirk was undeniably attractive, his sweaty physic only making the sight so much as a delicacy to look at.

“Thirsty much?” Justin commented sarcastically but the hint of lust was hard to miss.

“Only for you baby.” I replied with a wink before gulping down a large amount of the water bottle.

It was silent from then on out, the early morning breeze brushing past the both of us - whipping through the green blades and blossoming leaves around us.

Justin was the first to act upon our setting, stepping forward on top of the breezy mountain until the entire veiw of LA stood in front of him, me following close behind. 

A sigh of delight was forced from Justin, molding a cloud of smoke to appear, re-creating the once invisible air into a smoggy form. His eyes danced around the city with the glare of the sun reflecting against his orbs - leaving his eyes in a beautiful bright honey colour. 

He may not be beautiful to himself, but to me, he was just perfect

His once distracted eyes finally caught sight of mine, furrowing in at the eyebrows as his mouth morphed a form of questioning. “What?” He wandered. 

“Nothing.” I replied breathlessly, “Just reminding myself of all the reasons I fell in love with you.” 

“Oh yeah?” He smiled. “Well keep trying, you might be here a while.” 

The lack of self confidence in his tone had a frown settling across my face as I peered up the handsome boy in astonishment. “Well, It really isn’t that hard. All I had to do was stare at your eyes for a couple of seconds.” 

It was silent for only a second, before I stepped forward, my gaze fully meeting his as we turned to face each other. “You really are perfect to me. You know that?” 

“I’m not perfect, but I don’t find it hard to believe you find me perfect, cause I think your perfect aswell.” 

This had me smiling like an idiot as we both leaned forward, capturing each others lips in a smile set with love and passion, soon falling into one of love and need.

I don’t know if its just me, but recently, I’ve been needing Justin a lot more desperately then usual. It had to be something hormonal, but whatever it was, it was driving me crazy. 

The kiss came to an end, leaving my slightly chapped lips pleading for justin’s as the cold air rushed of the swelling aftermath of the kiss. A whimper so slight but noticeable involuntarily rumbling from my throat. I wanted him so bad, and all it took was a kiss. 

“I want you so bad.” It escaped as a whisper, appearing shaky and unstable, as if talking to loud would leave me trembling at the knees. 

His eyes widened at my tone, obviously slightly dumbfounded at my sudden change in mood.

“Woah. It’s like we haven’t had sex in months, you’re really desperate right now baby girl.” Justin commented, almost in worry.

His voice had me pooling in my panties. This was not natural - nor healthy. All the boy did was talk.

“I know.” I whimpered. “I think its my birth control pills. There making me hormonal. But baby - I need you.”

In this moment, I could of sworn a flash of some sort was seen, but after a quick glance around, nothing was seen, and I had just passed it up as a reflection from the many car mirrors to far for the eye to see.

Justin’s frown of worry fell into a smirk, his face lighting up with smug lust “Well, happy girls are the prettiest girls. And I’m gonna make you elated babygirl.” 

His words hadn’t even comprehended through my mind before my back had made contact with the nearest tree. His hands trailed throughout my entire body, ravaging the skin beneath my shirt slyly.

His hands left heat in its trail, even with the morning breeze. It was magic against me, magic that was too addicting to wait on. His lips began attacking the delicate skin by neck, nipping and sucking on the tender flesh by ear and down my collar bone. He knew all the places that had me weak in the knees, and once realising he effect he had on me, hoisted me into his arms, supporting my legs as I wrapped them around his waist.

One by one, our sweaty clothes had found there way to the floor, until we were both left in nothing but each others arms, grinding our hips against one another. 

My wetness had his dick hard and his hard had my pussy wet. It was a cycle influenced by one another. Never ending.

His teasing had me moaning under his gaze, eyes dark and pure with lust, as I imagined his now buzz cut once long, and how messy it would be right now from my fingers. I wish he hadn’t shaved it, but either way he was hot. Hot enough to have me begging on my knees after a simple kiss.

“Stop teasing and just fuck me already!” I hissed.

My hips grinded against his in hopes that he would notice how much I needed him. He hissed, and in a sudden second, he had tightened his grip on my thighs and pressed me harder against the tree. The bark scraped and scratched down my back, leaving me with a pleasurable pain. Was it weird I found this oddly sexy?

His nails dug in to the skin of my thigh, no doubt leaving marks for memories on either side of my legs as he leant forward to press his lips in the valley of my breasts, right atop my tattoo. His kisses trailed higher and higher until my lips were aligned with his own. 

My back arched a little towards him, leaving him with nothing but the contact of my skin and hardened nipples against him, the feeling leaving him groaning against me. Quickly, his eyes dashed around the area of the hiking trail, finding no one who found an interest at hiking this early in the morning before he attached his lips to my own, and slamming his unnaturally large dick inside me without warning. 




“We’re back from our hike!” Justin’s voice echoed throughout the marble flooring and crisp wall panels. The cluttering of keys being placed against the kitchen island bench, followed by the shuffling of shoes Justin and I had both removed from our feet as we entered the abnormally quiet house.

That’s when the noise began, the screeching and giggling of the two children I had come to love as my own emerging from the living room and towards the two of us. Jazzy made no hesitation to jump into Justin’s arms, as Jaxo stuck his hads out for me to pick him up, which I did graciously.

“Hey champ!” I smiled, tickling Jaxons stomach. 

Jaxon giggled, throwing his arms around my neck. “Hey Y/nic/N.”

It wasn’t until I glanced up that I spot Scooter sitting at the kitchen bench, his head in one hand and scrolling through a page on his macbook with the other. Pattie on the other hand stood in the kitchen, hand fumbling around with her lip as she slowly paced. Thats when I realised, 

Something was not right.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked pattied, heading her way to run her back comfortingly.

Patties eyes flickered forward in recognition, as if just realising that I was here before a small smile played her lips, but not wide enough to reach her eyes. Sadly, the moment was short lived as her smile fell into one of sadness - or pity maybe? 

“Me? I’m fine. You? I think maybe you should sit down for a second.” 

“Huh?” 

“Both of you.” Scooter added, motioning towards the grand lounge.

Justin and I eyed each other suspiciously, both slowly making our way over towards the living room cautiously. Both Pattie and Scooter followed along, and once walking into the living room, found Jeremy seated on the single seater typing aggressively against his phone.

Carefully placing the two kids down, Justin I sat next to each other, eyeing the adult carefully as we waited an explanation. Scooter seemed scared, almost conflicted and choked up on what to say. Thats when I really knew this could not be good.

Scooter began, “Justin-…No….Y-Y/N…no. How do I say this? Well, guy’s-” 

“Look! The paps caught you guys having sex this morning!” Jeremy yelled out from the corner. I hadn’t even thought he was paying attention to anything happening around him until now.

“Jeremy!” Pattie hissed, glancing towards the children. 

“Wait…What?” Justin questioned, shock rippling through every word.

“Sorry Justin. But you were reckless and someone had caught you two. It’s all over TMZ.” Pattie sighed. 

Justin’s once calm gaze morphed into one of panic, his body leaving the couch aggresively yelling “FUCK!” Loud enough for the kids to jump back from there game of rock paper scissors beside me.

“Calm down sweetie.” Pattie begged. Her eyes showed a form of motherly worry, but also slight fear causing me to shoot up and jump to the rescue. 

My arms flew around Justins body in comfort, feeling his shoulders shake in rage. I noticed everyone else glance around the room, nodding amongst each other before all exiting, taking the kids along with them, leaving Justins and I with a few minutes of privacy. 

“Justin,” I whispered against his body. “I’m so sorry.” 

Guilt had flustered my body at this point, and Justin had seemed to notice that. his gaze jumping up to look at me with his eyebrows furrowed in slight worry on my behalf. 

“No babygirl don’t be. This isn’t your fault.”

“Yeah but If I hadn’t started it this wouldnt have happened.” My eyes had filled with tears at this point.  

Justin immediately pulled me towards him, my face crashing into his chest as he hugged my head towards him. “Hey, hey. Stop. This was just as much me as it was you. I should have been more careful but there’s nothing we can do now.”

“I just wish we could go back and fix things. God I hate how nosy people are!” 

“It’s okay baby girl. Hey look at me.” My eyes trailed to his, ones with hope and reassurance that everything would be alright in the end. “Listen to me, shit happens that’s just what comes with being apart of my life but we’ll get through this together. okay?” 

I stood staring at the beauty in front of me, amazed how he can make me feel so secure in a time of insecurity especially after finding out half the world has seen me naked at this point.”Okay.” I agreed. 

His arms pulled me tighter against his chest, voice soft.

“Good.” He responded. “And beside, I wouldn’t want to go back and change it even if we could. That Sex was bomb.” 

My hand met his chest, a small clap made at the impact. 

“Alright, sorry.” He chuckled. “But it’s still true.”


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In the ISS (International Space Station)

America *Writing*: It’s just mostly me and Russia up here… We seem to do all the work. I don’t mind that. I’ve been hitching rides with the Russians for a while now. 

*Russia enters and passes America, who glances up briefly.*

America *Continues to write*: We’re trying to privatize the space companies to send more Americans up ourselves. Things are getting rocky with Russia again. They seem harder and harder to get along with….

Russia: Good morning, Al. Would you like anything to eat?

America *Outloud*: No thanks, big guy. *Back to writing* But we’ve always gotten along up here. I think we both know we need to, to survive. 

America: *Pauses, then finishes writing.* But maybe it’s more than that, sharing our passions, getting along. It’s… nice, anyways.