At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.
At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.
At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook.
At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.
At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.
At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs.
Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51.
Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40.
Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40.
Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career and landed his first movie role at age 42.
Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first major movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first major movie role at age 52.
Kathryn Bigelow won the Academy Award for Best Director when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57.
Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76.
Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78.
Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow.
Over the past few days, 7 black girls have gone missing around the Washington D.C area.
64,000 black women and girls are currently missing in the U.S. Unfortunately, the media is doing a very poor job at reporting this. When I looked up these girl’s names, I only got about 3-4 articles. We need to do more when it comes to black girls being in danger…..We matter, our fears matter, and there is absolutely no reason this isn’t making national news. The least we can do is trying to spread this information throughout the internet.
So you’re moving into your own place for the first time - this might be the first opportunity you’ve ever had to practice magick freely, which is a wonderful feeling. Here are two very important tips on what to do before you get settled in to your new place!
Cleanse everything. This includes mundane and magickal cleaning and cleansing, alike. The previous tenants might have left a mess, especially if you’re moving into a home that is managed by a single renter rather than an apartment building. That being said, move stuff around if you can, and clean under and between all the little cracks and crevices you can find. Once you have physically cleaned everything, it’s time to cleanse. Doing this before you move your stuff in would be preferred. How you choose to cleanse the place is up to you, but it’s never a bad idea to get rid of any lingering energy from the previous tenants so you have a fresh slate to start with.
Protect yourself. Make sure that the locks on doors and windows function properly before moving in. Check for things like gas leaks or leaky faucets, and try to get those fixed ASAP - apartments are usually responsible for maintaining these things before anyone moves in, and private renters will usually fix anything that was wrong with the house before you stepped foot in the door. While it’s their job to fix the problem, it’s your job to report them - they can’t fix something if they don’t know it’s broken. Make sure your house keys actually function, and have a plan for if you ever get locked out. Now, put up wards - ward your locks, your doors, your windows. Surround your property with a powder that will keep out intruders or unwanted guests. Make a wreath to hang on your front door using plants known for their protective qualities. Keep a protective witch bottle outside of your home - stuff it in a potted plant if you don’t want it out in the open. Hang protective amulets above each entrance to your home, or at least the front door. The possibilities are endless, but magickal protection is a useful addition to the mundane things I mentioned above.
Hey! I got a huge response to the survey, so thanks to everyone that participated. No thanks to the girl who submitted the exact same answers five (5) times in a row and thought I wouldn’t notice.
First of all, the big question: Is asexuality an LGBT identity? 39% said yes, 61% said no.
Interestingly, whether or not someone thought asexuality was LGBT didn’t depend on whether or not they were asexual. I found no correlation between being asexual and choosing one way or the other. But I did find another interesting fact.
100% of people who did NOT identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual, pansexual, trans, non-binary or agender (ie cis straight people) think that asexual IS an LGBT identity. Either that or they were unsure (about 3 people).
On the other hand, if you are LGBT you’re much less likely to view asexual as an LGBT+ identity.
33% of gay men, bi and trans people (not including trans lesbians) thought asexuality is LGBT. 67% did not. 6 were unsure. Only 13% of cis lesbians think asexuality is LGBT. 86% don’t. 1 person was unsure. And, overwhelmingly, 100% of trans lesbians think that asexuality is NOT and LGBT identity. 0 were unsure.
So from the first part of the survey, we can see that if you are a lesbian, gay, bi, or trans you are much less likely to think that asexual people are LGBT, with cis & trans lesbians being the least likely. The conclusion: the overwhelming majority of LGBT people don’t think asexuals are LGBT. Cis straight people do.
18% of asexual people reported that they felt their asexuality puts them in danger of being physically or sexually assaulted. However, only 2 people said they had been assaulted (less than 1% of responses).
I included the following questions in response to a common thing I’ve heard: that asexual people are LGBT+ because they face many of the same issues. I also got A LOT of people saying this on the survey. So, I decided to include some common issues that threaten LGBT people to see whether the issues are comparable.
0 people were aware of any laws that discriminate against asexual people.
2 people (less than 1%) said they were less likely to be hired due to their asexual identity. 0 people reported losing their job or being denied a job due to their asexual identity.
3 people said they’ve been to conversion therapy in order to change (or “cure”) their asexuality. 2 people said this was because they didn’t want to be asexual. The third person didn’t specify why.
0 people reported being denied shelter/kicked out because they are ace.
If I’ve missed something, or you want more details on a specific question, please let me know!
Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.
Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.
If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time.
His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.
On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep?
Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.
So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.
Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?
K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?
Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?
K: No such thing.
His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.
K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.
K: No, very soon…
He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.
The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house.
You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?
Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.
Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?
The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.
K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.
He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.
Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.
Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.
L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.
You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.
K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!
Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.
Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!
He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.
Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?
You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.
Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.
The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.
He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.
He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.
Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?
Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.
K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.
He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.
Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.
He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…
After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.
One of too many…
K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.
He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.
All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…
He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.
It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right?
At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.
K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!
He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.
Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…
He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.
He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.
K: No… noooo…
He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.
His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.
No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.
He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.
So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.
The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.
Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.
But then, he heard a knock on the door.
Y: Kookie, are you up?
It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.
K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…
Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.
Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?
K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!
Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears.
So cute…Too cute…
Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.
Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?
He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.
it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…
Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?
You touched hid forehead with your hand.
Y: You seem feverish…
K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.
He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…
Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.
After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!
K: NOOOOOO… NO!
He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.
Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!
You kept on shouting louder and louder.
Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!
Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…
You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.
Y: Kooks, you’re huge!
You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.
Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.
You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions…
K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…
And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.
You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.
You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.
Immediately, you decided to play along.
Y: Did you wank in my bed?
K: Noona, I’m so so…
Y: Answer the question, dammit!
You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.
You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.
And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.
K: Baby girl…
Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.
Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?
Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.
He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.
Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!
You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. Hesqueaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.
K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!
His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.
Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!
K: About you!
He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.
Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!
He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.
K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!
Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.
A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…
Y: Baby, please tell me more.
His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.
Y: Did you fuck me well?
Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.
K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…
Y: Was I?
K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.
All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.
Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…
Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…
S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!
Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.
Y: Sure, coming!
Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.
And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you.
You woke up one minute before your alarm went off, you groan in your bed but manage to drag yourself off of your dorm bed. Like every other morning, you forget how high it is and ended up sprawled on the floor. You take a thirty-second nap on the floor, using your boots as a pillow before reminding yourself that you had to take a shower before everyone started filling up the bathrooms.
You grab your shower caddy and put on your slippers. The hallway was dimly lit, only one light bulb in the center was lit, and even that source of light was flickering, threatening to waste away anytime now. You turn the corner and open the double doors, all of the showers were separated by a brick wall and the only thing shielding you was a frail little curtain that could be ripped away in no time. You were terrified that one day someone would accidentally open the curtains and see you naked. That’s why you always chose to wake up an hour earlier than everyone else and take the shower in the far corner of the big room.
You rub your eyes and open the curtain. Pressed up against the cool brick wall is a petite girl with blonde wet hair, half of her face was hidden by a broad shoulder. Your eyes widen when you see a couple half naked kissing in the corner. It’s until you see the familiar set of dark eyes when you regain control of your body.
“Can’t you knock?” The blonde girl hisses.
“On the curtain?” You snap back, irritated. Jungkook closes the curtain in your face.
sassyflowers101 asked: Hey, love can I request a imagine with Thor X reader where she’s a cool ass new avenger with the power of water and ice and they have the total hots for each other. Everyone loves her and thinks she’s the best but secretly she’s afraid of hurting someone with her power. She needs training and its Thor to train her and they really fight each other in training and that’s how they like get into each other. Special request: it’s all sexy.
Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?
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TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF ABUSE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT
RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss
You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
“How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
He would let you take your time, so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
“MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
“Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength. Thank you all so much!”
He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
“Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.
She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
“And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
“I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
“Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.
You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was already working somewhere.
He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
“Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
“MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
“Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)
You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
“Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
“No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.
He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
“Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
“Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
“I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
“Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
“Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
“I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.
He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
“Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
“You’re the only man in your department, I suppose…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
“I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
“I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
“Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.
I’ve loved part one and I love part 2 even more! The way the team and the reader interact was just lovely. I’d really enjoy a third part if there are any plans for one?
Please say that there will be a part 3 to gone?! Like I said before Aaron needs to know! And what happens if Scratch makes an appearance! 😬😊💕
Hey, I was wondering if you could make a part 3 to “Gone” when you have the time, you’re an amazing writer
It was beautifully written but yet so sad. My heart can’t handle this. I literally have tears in my eyes as I’m typing this message. Please please pleaaasssee can there be a part 3?
Summary: Aaron Jack Hotchner was born. The reader has an incredibly close-knit relationship with the team, making it easier to raise her son, but his father has no clue he exists... Or does he? I’m actually so excited that this fic is getting such amazing feedback, it’s makes me happy to know that there are people who want to read something that I’m very proud of creating. Without further ado, here is the third part to ‘Gone’. Enjoy!!
A/N: AJ is Aaron Jack’s nickname for Aaron Jack and Aaron Junior, just in case that confused anyone.
His dad was not here, but Aaron Jack Hotchner was surrounded by the people who love him and will go to the ends of the earth for him, and that was all that mattered.
Aaron was out in the world somewhere with Jack hopefully safe, but wherever he was, he had no knowledge of the baby boy just born with his name. He didn’t know that you thought about him every day, and probably didn’t know that since he left, you spent every night crying yourself to sleep. He didn’t know any of this because he was gone.
“AJ, I’m not going to tell you again,” you scolded your son. He was stubborn as always, trying to play with the toys that weren’t his without permission.
“No, no, he’s fine! He’s so cute. How old is he?” the mother of the child whose toys Aaron Jr. kept playing with asked.
“He’s turned three today,” you replied, looking at the boy who looked too much like his father. His smile resembled that of Aaron’s, and every time you saw it, your heart seemed to skip a beat, not only for the memories of your beloved boyfriend, but for the tiny child that was yours.
The playground was mainly vacated, only a few mothers and their children enjoying the beautiful outdoors that day.
“Mine’s four. Nearly time to start school,” the mother replied with a sigh.
“That’s a scary thought,” you replied. And it was. There was no telling whether or not your son was even safe in any schools.
You hadn’t really thought about sending your son to school, yet anyways. Your focus was raising him and keeping him safe. As far as you were concerned, he would be home schooled. Maybe Penelope would be willing to help out.
As if the computer genius could hear your thoughts, your phone began to ring with her name flashing on the screen.
“Hello,” you said after pressing answer.
“Alright, muffin. I picked up AJ’s prescriptions and set up an appointment for a follow up in a month. He’s also set on piano lessons courtesy of a one Spencer Reid. Oh, and birthday party is set up. We’re ready for you,” she said.
“Jeez, Penny, you didn’t have to do all that,” you told her with a smile.
“Oh, stop. I’m happy to. Now get both of your cute butts over here, we’re ready!” she said.
“Alright, thanks, Penelope,” you replied with a smile. You motioned to AJ to come to you.
“No problem! And happy birthday, love,” she finished before hanging up the phone.
“Happy birthday, little man!” the mom next to you said to your son as he approached the bench you were sitting on.
“Mommy’s birthday,” AJ said, pointing up at you.
“Your’s as well?” she asked, smiling.
“Mine was yesterday, but we celebrate them together,” you said, standing up and picking up Aaron. “It was nice to meet you-”
“Shelby,” she said, sticking out her hand to shake.
“Y/N,” you replied. “And this is Aaron Jack.” Your son shyly waved at Shelby.
“Nice to meet you Aaron,” she replied with a smile. “Hope to see you again,” she told you.
“You too. Sorry about the toys,” you said sheepishly.
“Again, don’t worry about it. My son Kale and I come here every Wednesday afternoon if Aaron would ever want to have a buddy to play with.”
“Thank you, that would actually be really nice,” you said honestly. With the life you two had, another little boy in AJ’s life didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. “Say bye, AJ,” you said to your son.
He waved again, letting out a tiny ‘bye’ before you walked away from your new friend. You knew having someone his age to play with would be good for him. JJ’s boys were always happy to play with your son, but Henry was in school and they were busy most of the time. Kale would be a blessing.
You walked to the car with AJ on your hip. Once he was secured in his car seat, you grinned down at him.
“Ready to see everyone?” you asked. You’d told him about his ‘surprise’ party. You were never really any good at keeping secrets. AJ nodded excitedly at you, his smile sending butterflies throughout your body. “Let’s go then.”
“Surprise!” the team shouted as you walked through the door. You playfully gasped and looked down at AJ.
He slapped his hands onto his cheeks, opening his mouth in fake shock. To a room full of profilers, it was obvious you gave up their secret surprise party.
“You told him, didn’t you?” Alvez asked, unable to keep a smile off his face at the sight of your son.
“Sorry, he begged to know if we were surprising him, and how can you say no to that face?” you said in a baby voice, picking AJ up.
“Hey, buddy! Uncle Spence got you a present,” Reid said, taking him from your arms. He walked over to the desk that was full of presents, the team, apart from JJ, in tow.
“He’s starting to look so much more like his father,” she admitted to you.
“I know,” you said, watching AJ’s family show him his new toys. Your heart was soaring at the sight of it. Despite the heartbreak you’d experienced almost four years ago, there was so much happiness that came to you and so much love surrounded you and your son every day, and you were so grateful for it.
“What are you thinking about?” JJ asked you.
“Just about how damn luck AJ and I are,” you replied, leaning into her side. She pulled you in close for a warm hug, admiring the vision of her sons with yours. It was a perfectly cliched moment, but it was all you ever wanted.
Emily stepped away from the group, slowly making her way towards you. A look passed between the two agents, some kind of silent communication. You dated a profiler for well over two years, so you knew a thing or two about reading a look.
“What?” you asked.
“What?” Emily asked back, acting nonchalant.
“There’s something you’re not telling me,” you told her, knowing you were right.
“Tell me about the woman you met today at the park,” she said suddenly, catching you off guard.
“Excuse me?” you asked, not understanding what she meant. “What woman?”
“Y/N, you have a protective detail on you 24/7, and it’s their job to report to me. They told me about the woman you talked to at the park,” Emily replied.
“So? I’m aware you keep an all too watchful eye on me and AJ at all times, but why are you suddenly interrogating me on who I happen to converse with?” you asked, your voice raising a bit.
“I’m just following protocol,” she tried, but you were too annoyed to listen.
“I don’t give a damn about protocol, what is this about?” you asked. Emily looked at JJ, as if she was silently asking for help.
“We just want to know if you’re trying…” JJ started, but she couldn’t find the words.
“Trying to what?” you asked, skepticism clear in your voice.
“Strauss is worried you’re trying to contact Hotch,” Emily said. What, you thought.
“How is me talking to a random mom at the park me trying to contact him?” you asked, vocalizing your confusion.
“Are you?” Emily asked sternly, clearly wanting a straight answer.
“No! Of course not. Why would she think that?” you said, still unable to understand what talking to a woman at the park meant about Aaron. JJ looked at Emily, another strange look passing between them. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“It’s on need-to-know basis, Y/N,” Emily told you, as if that explained everything.
“It’s about Aaron?” you blurted out. Tears began to form in your eyes. “If it’s about him then I need to know.”
“Y/N,” JJ started, but you cut her off.
“Do you know where he is?” you asked, your heart beginning to speed up. The agents at the present table started to quiet down, looking over at you. You were fixing to go into hysterics, it was obvious.
“No, I don’t.” Emily said. Her voice was strong. She wasn’t lying.
“Then what? Does Shelby know where he is?” you asked, recalling the mom from the park’s name.
“We figured that’s why you were talking to her,” Emily finally admitted. You furrowed your brows, even more confused than before.
“What are you talking about?” you asked, knowing Emily was probably not going to be able to keep whatever this secret was from you any longer. She sighed and looked at the other agents, silently telling them all to distract AJ and not listen to what she was about to say.
“Shelby Madison is the woman you talked to today. She has a son named Kale, that’s who AJ was playing with,” she said.
“I know all this,” you replied, wanting her to spill.
“Shelby Madison is a private investigator,” she finished. “Strauss thinks you hired her.”
“I didn’t. I’d only met her today,” you said.
“What did she tell you at the park? Try to remember the conversation you had with her,” Emily said, not as a friend, but as an agent.
“She asked me how old AJ was, she mentioned her son was four and about to start school,” you recited, slowly trying to remember the words she’d told you.
“She introduced herself as Shelby and asked to see AJ and I again. That’s it.”
“On Wednesdays. She mentioned her and her son go to the park every Wednesday,” you said, realizing why Emily was asking these questions. “I’ve never seen her before today. AJ and I are at the park every Wednesday, too, she was lying,” you said. “What does that mean?”
“It means someone hired her to find you,” Emily said.
Your heart sped up, your palms became increasingly sweaty.
“Someone like Scratch?” you whispered, the name feeling hot on your tongue. It’d been two years since you said that name, and although he was out of your thoughts most nights, it was a name that still haunted you.
“No,” a voice said behind you. The look on Emily’s face said it all. You knew exactly who that voice belonged to. It was a voice you hadn’t heard in three and a half years. A voice you never thought you’d hear again.
It was the only voice in the world you ever wanted to hear, but knew you never could.
Supercorp First Kiss (ft. coming out, apologizing, & gossipy CatCo)
“That ending scene of Kara and Lena but instead of a hug they kiss” prompt from @katiemcgraffs and “can you do a Supercorp one where kara actually fcking tells lena the truth and why she left bc she’s supergirl. because I thought that was going to happen when kara came to apologize” from @cicinicole-14 and “also can we have a supergirl coming out to lena scene like its about time” from @thebiwisebrownkid and “A scene where Kara and Lena don’t center around animosity and/or M*n-El? Thank you if you get around to it!” from @mara-miles
“You don’t have to hide from me, Kara,” Lena tells her, and all Kara wants to do is run.
More specifically, fly.
Because she has been lying to her.
And it’s like Lena said – she grew up in a house with the most deceptive people in the world – and her heart is so big and her spirit is so kind – somehow, somehow – and it’s because of that that Kara refuses to break her.
Refuses to tell her that her best friend – her only friend – has built their entire relationship, fundamentally, on a lie.
And she’s been pushing Lena away – she’s been pushing everyone away – but Lena still says she misses her. Over and over. Lena still… wants her.
No, not like… not like that.
That would be too much to hope for.
But Lena still seems to care about her, and if she doesn’t keep… hiding from her… she’ll tear all that away from Lena. From them both.
And if she seems broken now… losing Lena will just…
She can’t imagine it.
She refuses to.
So Lena tells her she doesn’t have to hide from her, but Rao, yes she does.
So she snaps. She tosses her pen down and she stands and she snaps, because snapping once is better than breaking Lena – breaking them – entirely.
And she hates herself for it.
For the way Lena’s eyes shutter closed. For the way her throat constricts and her voice hardens.
The way she stops leaning on her desk and the oh-so-composed way she holds herself, given away only by the tears in her eyes, her arms crossed across her chest.
With her mask firmly in place.
And it’s only fair, Kara supposes; her mask may be glasses-thin, but it’s light-years deep. It’s only fair, isn’t it, that Lena gets to put her guard up, her CEO, friendless, spectacular mode firmly in place.
Kara deserves it, and Lena deserves to be protected.
She still hates herself for it, for every curt word that comes out of Lena’s mouth, for every soft but efficient syllable and every breath she takes that her lips aren’t…
Kara forces herself to stop thinking about it. About Lena.
To stop thinking, period.
She doesn’t realize she’s wrong – to push Lena away, to think she’s better off without Kara, to think she herself is better off without the people she cares about, the people she… – until Alex.
Until she lets Alex hold her and soothe her and remind her that maybe, just maybe, she’s worthy of being loved.
So she lets her heart race wildly, and she fidgets. She fidgets because this is a conversation about Lena’s source at the bank, but it’s also a conversation about so much more.
So she fidgets, but not with her glasses – because her glasses, right now, might just give her another panic attack – and she stumbles over her words, and she looks away, because she can’t bear to see any pain in Lena’s eyes for one more moment.
She has to tell her. To explain.
Because Lena deserves her truth. Lena deserves her trust.
She doesn’t deserve to continue to be surrounded by people who claim to care for her, claim to… to love her… but who, really, are the most deceptive people on the planet.
Kara won’t deceive her anymore.
Lena doesn’t deserve it.
So she fidgets and she tries to breathe and she reminds herself that Lena, like Alex, has called her – Kara, not Supergirl – her favorite.
She lets the thought buoy her, and she tries to speak.
“Um… I need to apologize about my behavior… earlier. You’re right.” Her voice cracks and Lena’s arms are still folded across her chest and every moment Kara isn’t holding her is killing her, but she doesn’t deserve to hold her.
Not yet, not yet.
Possibly not ever.
“I… have a lot more baggage with… everything that’s been going on… than I previously… thought.”
She hears Lena’s heart racing and she wishes she couldn’t.
But her own heart races when Lena starts to smile, when she tells her that she was a good friend and a great boss.
“But Lena, the reason… the reason all this baggage has been weighing on me so heavily… you don’t deserve to be deceived, not anymore. And I’m sorry I haven’t told you for this long, but I… Lena, I…”
She looks up at her, finally, and she hears Lena’s heart skip a beat. Several beats. She gulps.
She looks around at the mostly empty office and she holds her breath and she takes off her glasses.
“Being a reporter… isn’t my only job,” she says so softly she’s worried Lena won’t hear it, that she’ll have to say it again.
But Lena hears every word.
And to Kara’s surprise, she laughs.
“Oh, Kara, you… you think I didn’t know? How could I not? I’m on the phone with you, and suddenly I’m falling off my balcony, and suddenly you’re there to catch me? Darling, as fast as you can fly, a phone call from Kara Danvers to a completely different person couldn’t possibly have gone through that quickly.”
Kara stammers and she stumbles and she can’t think of any words, in either English or Kryptonian.
“D…darling?” she asks, and she hopes Lena doesn’t hear how her voice squeaks.
But the way she bites her lip and steps slightly closer tells her that she did hear it. And that she liked it.
Her eyes are shining with tears again, but they’re hopeful, not hurt, this time.
“Honestly I’d like to kiss you right now, but I’m afraid it would show… favoritism,” she tells her conspiratorially, nervously. Adorably.
Kara gulps and still can’t remember how to speak.
So she lets her body do the talking for her.
She takes Lena’s face between her hands, and gently, gently, gently, she brings their lips together.
They inhale each other’s breath and Lena’s body swoons into Kara’s.
Lena parts her lips and Kara brushes her tongue against Lena’s bottom lip.
“Ms. Teschmacher!” Lena startles away from kissing Kara, but stays in her arms.
“I’m… I’m sorry to… interrupt,” Eve stammers, eyes wide like she just won the latest office pool.
Because she did.
“It’s just… Samantha Arias is here for you.”
“Of course,” Lena pulls away from Kara reluctantly, pushing Kara’s glasses tenderly back onto her face before she turns around, regarding her with raw adoration in her eyes. “Sam, I’m so glad you made it. Kara, I’ve wanted to introduce you two.”
Sam grins somewhat dazedly at the bright red tinge of Kara’s face, at the irrepressible smile on Lena’s face.
“Oh, and Ms. Teschmacher, Ms. Danvers and I will be needing an appointment with Jim in HR in the morning,” Lena calls before Eve even finishes her text to the entire office that it’s finally happened, and she saw it with her own eyes.
They don’t speak on their way out of the building, because their hands do the talking for them, their fingers interlaced as Kara starts to float.
A Toronto television journalist is believed to be Canada’s first anchor to don a Muslim head scarf at one of the city’s major news broadcasters.
Ginella Massa was asked to fill in on the anchor desk for CityNews’ 11pmbroadcast last week and created a buzz after the broadcast ended and she Tweeted, “That’s a wrap! Tonight wasn’t just important for me. I don’t think a woman in hijab has ever anchored a newscast in Canada.”
Massa, 29, said on Friday that she became Canada’s first hijab-wearing television news reporter in 2015 while reporting for CTV News in Kitchener, Ontario, a city west of Toronto. She moved back to Toronto, where she grew up, earlier this year to take a reporting job at CityNews.
Massa recognized the personal career strides she had made after stepping out of the anchor desk, but she said it took her editor to point out the larger significance.
“It wasn’t until my editor said, ‘Hey, great job! Was that a first for Canada? A woman in a hijab?’ And I said yes. And so I tweeted about it. As much as I knew it was important, I didn’t expect the reaction that I received. My phone hasn’t stopped buzzing for the last week,” Massa said.
Probation Officer Donna Chester’s Logs on Jeffrey Dahmer:
Early April, 1990: Chester writes that Dahmer tells her he has no friends and has isolated himself from society; he drinks alone, and that is when problems arise for him. She notes that he “felt more comfortable now he knew he was not being judged for his sexual purpose. Subject stated he would be more comfortable talking about his feelings now.”
April 27, 1990: Chester notes a phone call from Lionel Dahmer informing her that his son was abused by a neighbor boy at age eight; “maybe reason why subject has problems with sexuality issues.” Writes that Dahmer seems depressed. He complains about finding a place to live and having no furniture. “Does not want to solve own problems. Looks for others to help him.”
May 15th, 1990: The day after Dahmer has moved into his new apartment. He reports that his job is going well and that he is interested in real estate courses at the Milwaukee Area Technical College.
May 24, 1990: Missed appointment on the 22nd. Dahmer is “unkempt and upset” and tells Chester that he was “ripped off” at his apartment by someone who stole $300, his watch, and all his clothes.
June 11, 1990: Chester notes that Dahmer is again depressed about not getting enough sleep and feeling guilty over preferring male partners. He claims that he is not involved in sexual activity, however, and that he plans to remain celibate.
June 25th, 1990: “Client appears to be depressed all the time.”
July 9th, 1990: Dahmer explains that he is an hour late because he overslept and fell down some stairs. “Client looks rough. Agent believes subject is blowing money, but not sure on what. Subject appears defensive if questioned where his money goes … Subject’s appearance has gone way down since moved on own. Subject depressed, talked about suicide.”
August 13, 1990: Dahmer complains of financial problems, says that he is being sued by West Allis Memorial Hospital for failing to pay a bill, and “the only way I can see a way out is to jump from a tall building.”
August 27, 1990: Dahmer laments about “how miserable life is” and “how hard life” is for him.
September 24, 1990: Dahmer asks about his progress; Chester tells him he is doing “OK, but he has many serious problems both emotionally and physically that need to be addressed and he is not trying to resolve them.”
October,1990: Chester describes Dahmer as a chronic complainer with a negative attitude and a materialistic spendthrift. On Oct 23, she writes, “Subject also gets angry at people who make a lot of money, saying, ‘Why are they so lucky?’ and he ‘hates’ them for having so much.”
November, 1990: Dahmer reports at one meeting that his grandmother phoned him at work to ask how he was doing, and that the call made him feel as if someone cared about him. Near Thanksgiving, Chester writes that he expresses worry over seeing his father and brother at his grandmother’s house because he is ashamed of his lifestyle and he has nothing positive to contribute to a family gathering.
December, 1990: Dahmer reports that there were “no confrontations” at Thanksgiving. At the subject of Christmas on December 17th, however, he admits that he is uncomfortable around his family because “his father is controlling and he has nothing in common with his brother who attends college, and he is embarrassed about his offense.” Dahmer quickly adds that his family is supportive of him, however.
January, 1991: Dahmer states that the only reason he committed his offense was because he had been drinking, and it would never happen again because prison is a deterrent. He also declares to Chester that after a lot of thinking over the holidays, he has admitted to himself that he is gay. “That’s the way I am, so fuck it.”
February, 1991: Early in the month, Dahmer says that he has taken vacation days to rest and work on his money problems. At a later session, he claims to be broke and that he has to walk 16 blocks to work. Chester comments that Dahmer is again unshaven and slovenly and that he obviously has severe problems with his sexuality and is in danger of reoffending if he does not work on them.
March, 1991: Chester notes that Dahmer is happy; he tells her that his mother called him and said that she accepted that he was gay. The two hadn’t spoken in five years.
June 10th, 1991: Chester writes that Dahmer continues to deny sexual involvement or drinking.
July 8th, 1991: Dahmer says that he is “getting close to being fired” due to “lateness and missing work.” He states that losing his job “would be a good reason to commit suicide.”
July 15th, 1991: Chester notes that Dahmer called her to tell her he was fired yesterday and that he has been drinking ever since. She urges him to see her tomorrow, but he says he’s reluctant to because he hasn’t bathed or shaved in three days.
July 17th, 1991: Dahmer calls again to apologize for not showing up on the previous day, giving the excuse that he fell asleep.
July 18th, 1991: “The client has dirty clothes, is unshaven and during the interview was yawning as if having problems staying awake. The client is in severe financial difficulty. He will lose his apartment on the 1st of August. He talks again of suicide.” This is Jeffrey Dahmer and Donna Chester’s final meeting.
(Sources: Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, Brian Masters’ The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer, and Anne E. Schwartz’s The Man Who Could Not Kill Enough)
For all the anons lately concerned about the rumors about Shakira & Gerard breaking up: Here is a video where a couple of journalist who claim to know people close to Shakira dismiss the rumors. All 3 journalist agree that according to their sources, there’s absolutely nothing negative going on in their relationship and that the reason that they haven’t been seen around lately is because Shakira is ‘meticulously’ working on her new tour, which is something they had previously discussed and planned a long time ago. In fact, one of the journalist says that Shakira is planning to get pregnant with their 3rd baby after she finishes her tour…
“I’m not talking as a journalist, or a Colombian but as a guy that knows people in Shakira’s family and I could tell you there’s nothing negative going on in their relationship. People that have been around them recently tell me that the way in which they treat each other, how he treats her is something idyllic, there’s no doubt that they’re in love.”
the women of these marvel netflix shows are really winning my vote
Karen Page is probably my number one babe, and I was a little disappointed about the lack of Karen Page in The Defenders BUUUUT I understand why. Honestly though, in both Daredevil seasons, it was K.Page figuring all the important shit out, and with no prior experience in investigation or law. She literally just did her thing in an office, and used her intellect to score her one of the best reporting jobs in the city. Let’s not get started on Colleen coming to save the day, or how Claire is just saving everyone’s life. Even Misty, doing her best to protect her city regardless of what her job demands of her. Trish? Trish???? The A+ best friend who is always there for Jessica regardless of her temper or moods. Like honestly the women supporting roles in Daredevil, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Jessica Jones, and The Defenders are the real superheroes. Fuck I just love them so much.