senior woman

We see movies in which people are represented as being in love who never talk with one another, who fall into bed without ever discussing their bodies, their sexual needs, their likes and dislikes. Indeed, the message received from the mass media is that knowledge makes love less compelling; that it is ignorance that gives love its erotic and transgressive edge. These messages are often brought to us by profiteering producers who have no clue about the art of loving, who substitute their mystified visions because they do not really know how to genuinely portray loving interaction.
—  “all about love: New Visions” by bell hooks
When I Lost You - Part I - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI

Requested by: @kpop-killed-me, I don’t know if I’ll make a part two????? but enjoy the angst!!

Word Count: 1313

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst

To everybody else, he was Jung Jaehyun. 

Senior star athlete, extreme womanizer and playboy, and the guy everybody wanted to be friends with, regardless of the consequences.

To you, he was once Jung Yoonoh; the quiet shy kid who sat by you in the library and showed you funny videos of cats on the internet when the librarian wasn’t hovering over you.

The transformation happened towards the end of sophomore year.

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it’s wild rediscovering how full of love & sweetness i am/can be. i think just being a black/brown girl in the hood, you’re taught those will be points of weakness, reasons for people to take advantage of you, the source of naivety. you’re not allowed to just wanna give love and receive love without someone assuming you’d end up hurt or (of course god forbid) in someone’s bed or pregnant (every momma’s fear). especially as Black girls, as children of immigrants, as girls who are supposed to do better & be better by “getting out of the hood”, as “smart” girls. we’ve been taught to disassociate our selves from our great capacity to love. we are misinformed in the power of a love ethic, in the strength it takes to love & let go of it. some of us don’t even get a chance to learn what it will be like to love ourselves & bodies. taught to think of love as a distraction & not as a motivation for being and thriving…

i’m taking time now to value all the lessons of love my family has blessed me with but also unlearn these toxic things.

[jon x sansa] french 75

based on the first item on this list of jonsa meet cutes by @direwolfpupy and @soapieturner | i couldn’t help myself

The bar was pretty packed when Sansa stepped in, the door shutting behind her automatically and causing a gust of the cold air from outside to prickle the hairs on the back of her neck.

It was warm inside however, thankfully, so she shrugged off her coat, craning her neck to look around the premises to see if Marg or Jeyne had arrived yet. There was the loud chatter of people, drinks clinking against each other, the occasional cheer from the classic drunk blokes in the corner; typical bar scene.

She would have gotten there later — after all, they had said seven, not six thirty — but class had wrapped up sooner than she had expected, and rather than wait at uni, she had walked here before. What was one extra drink while she waited for the girls to join her?

Slinging her coat unto her elbow, Sansa made her way through the bodies towards the bar, glancing at the labels on the beer taps pensively. She waited patiently for the couple people to her side to finish ordering their drinks before stepping up to the till just as the bartender on shift turned to face her. His hair was pulled back into a bun but he had loose curls on either side of his face and flopping onto his forehead, and Sansa found him rather cute. “Hi,” she greeted him with a smile.

“Hello,” he returned with one of his own, all white teeth and dimpled. Of course he’d be dimpled. “What would you like?”

Sansa drummed her fingers on the bartop a little bit, suddenly caught between getting her usual glass of Prosecco or a more low key pint. “Any recommendations?” she settled for, perhaps lilting her voice somewhat.

The guy smirked a half-smile and reached over to rest his hand on the tap nearest to him. “House beer’s pretty good, but you look like you drink something fancier?”

“Perhaps,” she admitted, slyly, catching his eye and darting her glance off when he didn’t look away. She was hardly be the first girl to flirt with a bartender. “Surprise me, then.”

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Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (Epilogue 7- OT9)

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Epilogue Chapter to conclude the WPWT Series, enjoy :)

No specific warnings for this epilogue series but I’ll keep the themes as they are just incase.

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: Life after underground activities. (Conclusions.)

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7Part 8 Part 9Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16Part 17 Part 18 Part 19Part 20 Part 21 Part 22

Epilogues: Epilogue 1-BBH  Epilogue 2-KJD Epilogue 3- ZYX Epilogue 4- KJI
Epilogue 5-DKS Epilogue 6- PCY  Epilogue 8-KMS  Final Epilogue  Alternative Epilogue- PCY

Word Count: 2,600 (ish)

Sorry this Epilogue got kind of long.


2 years later:

Junmyeon’s life was neither here nor there. He worked for Genesis like he did in the first place, but this time around it was official and legit. None of the underground business, he worked alongside Senior and actually got paid for what he did. But emotionally and mentally Junmyeon was stuck somewhere between being void and a wreck. The past haunted him daily and nightmares crept into his sleep, they caused him to wake up in panic in the middle of night drenched in sweat. He recalled every single face he had ever killed, every cry and plea he had received before blowing their brains out, it pained him when he thought of those that were innocent that he had to kill. How did that make him any different from Red? He was a menace and he struggled to live with that fact. Junmyeon missed life when he was younger, he was happy and warmhearted and although deep down his heart was still beating with love and warmth, it had been frozen for many years. Locked away in an ice cage.
He thought of the mess that he had made out of each and every one of the boys lives and the fact that Sehun died under his leadership. The thought made him want to vomit, Sehun was so young and he was the only one who had hope enough to try and really escape the harshness of this world, but that was snatched away from him and Junmyeon felt responsible, if he could swap places with him he would. Sometimes he cursed his family for even existing, if it wasn’t for the corporation rivalry none of this would have happened. Sure, Red would have been killing people mercilessly with his goods, but that wouldn’t have been Junmyeon’s problem and Sehun would still be alive. He felt a headache brewing as he pulled the suitcase behind him in the crowded airport.
He had been to three different countries in the space of a week; Togo, Nepal and Azerbaijan. They were desperately trying to fix Genesis’ reputation ever since it was slandered in the news and so far they were doing well. Two of the three countries settled on a deal with them, the last they were still waiting on.

“You did well today.” Senior gave Junmyeon a quick side look as they exited the airport. He stuck his hand out hailing for a taxi.

“Hmm. Thanks.” Junmyeon mumbled, looking down at his feet.

“Your pitch was perfect Junmyeon.”

“It was alright I guess.”

Senior sighed, shaking his head lightly as a taxi pulled up beside both men. The driver stepped out to help them with their luggage.

“Where to?” The driver asked, closing the boot of the car.

“21 & Finch. Drinks are needed.” Senior looked over at Junmyeon.

21 & Finch was a silent bar. It was very eloquent and well set, no place for someone who lacked etiquette. Senior always liked the high life; things and places that were costly and expressed class and taste. But it wasn’t really Junmyeon’s scene. He didn’t care much for money and class, not after the life he’d lived and things he’d seen.
His drink sat on the table in front of him untouched whilst Senior slowly sipped from his Vieux Carré. It was dim in the bar and gave off a somewhat romantic vibe, which made Junmyeon sad and angry all in one. He tried to tell himself that all he missed was sleeping with Yuna, but that was a lie and he knew it was. Before he knew who she was he had actually fallen for her. He had fallen for Baekhyun’s, Kris’ and Jongin’s sister. The thought made him cringe but he didn’t know that was the case at the time. He had genuine feelings for her and it pained him to have to shoot her, but she was the enemy and he’d do anything to keep his boys safe. And then he reminded himself like he had been doing for the last two years that he failed to save Sehun, so really what was his purpose in the first place? He let out a heavy sigh staring at the olive in his glass. Martini still untouched.

“Myeon…you did a great job you know that right.” Senior said softly, looking at his brother and holding his gaze. Junmyeon shrugged in response.
“Junmyeon please you need to get out of this slump. It’s been two years; the poor boy is not coming back.”
Junmyeon scoffed as he looked up at Senior in disbelief. He hadn’t taken a sip of his drink, yet he felt heavily drunk.

“How dare you… how fucking dare you talk about Sehun like that? Like he’s a nobody. I miss him Senior and I couldn’t save him, he should be alive right now. He should be dating and working and happy not buried 6 feet under cold dirt!” He slammed his fist down on the table, causing some of the liquid to spill out of his glass.

“What else could you have done to save him, how was it your fault Junmyeon? They come and they go you just need to move on, I’ve already offered to pay for therapy for you.”

“I don’t want damn therapy! You think some asshole individual that I’ve never known my whole life can come along and tell me how to feel about Sehun?! Tell me to forget him and move on? I don’t want to forget him. He was like a brother to me. He was more of a brother to me than you’ve been throughout the past couple of years…” Junmyeon mumbled the last part, but every word of it was true.

“So you wish I were dead instead of him?” Senior completely focused his gaze on Junmyeon now, the both of them were staring at each other. Junmyeon turned away looking back down at the olive in his glass. Senior laughed in disbelief. “Of course you do…Why did I even ask? Junmyeon I don’t know how many times I have to apologise to you, I’ve said I’m sorry. I don’t hate you I never have.”

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t Myeon. For fuck sake! I told you the only way I could keep you safe and keep an eye on you was by putting you in that squad, otherwise they would’ve taken you away from me. I’ve only been hard on you to toughen you up, so you could survive. I didn’t want this for you Junmyeon! I wanted you to find a good job and have a lovely family, not this! You think I don’t have nightmares at night too Myeon? We’ve lost so much. We’ve lost everyone we’ve ever loved it’s just us two and I’ve been trying so hard to keep you alive and safe, the only way to do it was to keep you in that squad. Red would’ve killed you otherwise. Do you remember that day on the way home from school when you were attacked and I had to pick you up because dad couldn’t?”

Junmyeon touched a scar on the base of his neck, he tried so hard to suppress the memory, why was his brother bringing it back up again?

“That wasn’t a random attack Junmyeon, that was Red! And then dad died a couple of years after, that was the last straw for me. You’re my  baby brother Junmyeon and I love you, keeping you safe is my main priority I know you’ve been through the shit Myeon and I’m sorry you lost your friend but trust me you have no idea what I’ve been through keeping grandma’s and granddad’s legacy alive and the shit I’ve been through just to keep you safe.” Senior’s eyes were glassy and glazed over almost as though he was ready to cry but he fought it. He pulled up his shirt sleeve and rested his arm on the table sporting a huge scar running up his skin. Junmyeon frowned looking at it in confusion.

“Luhan.” Senior said, running a finger over the scar.

Junmyeon’s eyes widened.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What good would that have done? Wouldn’t that have only scared you more? It was a warning he told me he was coming for you and I panicked that’s when I started really coming down hard on you because I’d lose you otherwise.” He cleared his throat as he pulled his shirt sleeve back down.

“Luhan…You knew?…” Junmyeon breathed. Senior nodded.

“He threatened you to keep your mouth shut didn’t he?”
Senior nodded again. Junmyeon closed his eyes tightly. Why didn’t he guess?

“Junmyeon its fine.” Senior rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s all over now, I’m just sorry you had to lose your friend in the process. The good ones always die.” Junmyeon scoffed at that statement because none of them were good, they were all killers. The ‘fighting for a good cause’ novelty had worn off a long time ago. They were all just dirty killers.

“I never knew you were so popular with girls though…” Senior mumbled looking down at his half empty glass.

“Huh?” Junmyeon looked at his brother puzzled as to what he was talking about.

“That lady, she’s been staring at you the moment you walked in.” Senior motioned to the woman by slowly tipping his head in her direction. Junmyeon looked up and met eyes with a lady. She was pretty, very pretty in fact. He frowned. She looked familiar.

“Senior I need to go, there’s somewhere I need to be.” Junmyeon slowly rose from his seat.

“You’re not going to go over and talk to her?”

“No I’m not. Thanks for the drink.” He looked down at his martini, he still hadn’t even touched. He picked up the olive and popped it in his mouth as he walked towards the door.

“Junmyeon!” Senior called. “You’re doing a good job.”
Junmyeon nodded and pushed the door open, stepping out into the chilly air.

He sighed as he breathed out into the cold evening. Honestly all he wanted to do was sleep but even that didn’t give him peace since all he dreamt was bad memories and Sehun’s pale face. He looked ahead into the road and his eyes widened as he saw a child running into it chasing her doll which had dropped as a car was coming steadily towards her.

“Oh God!” Junmyeon cried as he instinctively ran into the road and grabbed her. A chorus of gasps  could be heard in the street as Junmyeon wrapped his body around the child and tumbled to the floor rolling safely to the pavement as the car zoomed past. He lay there for a while the child tucked safely into his chest as he was breathing heavily in and out, the shock of what had just happened slowly wearing off.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Junmyeon breathed peeling the child away from his chest and looking at her tear stained face. His eyes opened wide in surprise. “Ara?” He stood up slowly dragging her up with him.

“ARA!” All of a sudden Junmyeon saw Kris running up to her and picking her up in her arms. “You’re not hurt are you baby?” He gave her a once over but saw that she was okay. “What did daddy tell you about running in to a road Ara. I’ve told you this before; if anything drops into the road you let it go!” He was shouting now but not out of anger just out of fear as tears were streaming down his face. “Thank you so so much I…Junmyeon?” Kris’ breath hitched as he looked at the all too familiar face.

“Yeah…long time no see. Don’t mention it man.” Junmyeon nodded his head and turned on his heel. But Kris dragged him back and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“Junmyeon. You have no idea how much…I just…I…thank you.”
It felt weird to be hugged by the taller male. Kris had gone so long hating him, but now he was embracing him. He hugged Kris back. It felt good.

“Kris it’s fine, look I have to be somewhere so I’m sorry I’m going to have to cut this short. Take care.” He patted the man’s back and turned to cross the road again, bumping into someone.
The lady from inside the bar.
He squinted his eyes at her, why did she look so familiar. Junmyeon was bad at facial recognition and he was really struggling with recognising who this was.

“Wow, Kim Junmyeon I see you’re still a hero. You just saved that little girl that was such a brave thing to do.” She smiled up at him, it was a beautiful innocent smile, who was she?

“You know my name? I’m sorry but…”

“You don’t remember me do you?”
He shook his head guiltily, keeping his attention on the beautiful woman in front of him, she seemed almost ethereal. Her hair was short and hung near her jaw line, her lipstick a deep berry red.

“It’s Yuri. You know, ‘prom’ Yuri.”
His mouth dropped opened.

“Prom Yuri.” He repeated in shock.
When they were both still in school Yuri had a ‘crush’ on a boy, whom had promised to take her to prom and she was delighted, but he had a bad reputation for breaking hearts and so the day before prom he ditched her, just because he thought it was fun to make girls cry. Apparently being an asshole made some boys feel powerful. Junmyeon thought that it was absolutely pathetic. So he decided he would take Yuri to prom, to save her from all the embarrassment she had already faced. She was a quiet girl and though he didn’t know her very well he had only ever heard good stories about her. He looked at her. Yuri was always cute but now she had blossomed into the most beautiful woman.

“Still the hero I see, always saving people from their worst moments. You still have a good heart.” She smiled at him and he smiled back weakly. If only she knew what he had been up to all these years. “I’m sorry for staring at you in the bar…it’s just that I noticed you ever since you walked in and I wanted to say hi but I guess…I don’t know.” She looked down at her feet shaking her head.

“It’s okay, no need to apologise.” He shook his hands in protest. She lifted her head again, still smiling.

“So…umm I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite. I’d love to catch up with my childhood hero. And say thanks; even still after all of these years I’m grateful for what you did.” She looked at him expectantly.

“Actually Yuri, I’m on my way to someplace else right now.”
She nodded slowly, her smile faltering as she looked ahead. “But look I’ll give you my number and we can arrange a date and time to meet up?” He smiled, wondering whether or not this was fate and whether or not this was his second chance at something bigger and better. Once she collected Junmyeon’s number she gave him a quick hug and disappeared round the corner.
Junmyeon looked back over his shoulder and saw Kris and Ara sitting on a bench across the road. She still looked shaken up.

“Kris!” He called, raising his arm up in the air, beckoning him over. The taller man stood, making sure he took extra care crossing over to Junmyeon.

“I think you should come with me.”

Kris nodded, already knowing what Junmyeon was talking about.
“Yeah it’s been on my mind all morning I’ve just been hesitating, but I guess we should. Let’s go.”


Female Architect forced to defend gender balance of her company, just because she’s the only woman in senior management and the SJWs didn’t look any further - Dezeen

Good job, feminism!

Needless to say, the comments on the Dezeen post are filled with people insisting that the senior management should still be racially diverse, just because.

Oh look, an SJW attacks someone instead of responding to their argument. What a shock. 

I love the irony: “hypocrites are annoying” uses ad hominems on JFrancis, and incorrectly says Francis used ad hominems.

The next time you make a mistake in your knitting and feel dumb, just remember that once a senior-management-level professional woman with a PhD in astrophysics did 10 rows of a lace pattern with said lace pattern sitting on her lap *upside down* 🤓🤓🤓

everyone has needs, whether those be romantic, sexual, emotional, spiritual, whatever else. that’s a given. the question/real issue is will you be honest and unashamed about what you need? will you allow your self to be vulnerable in saying those needs & desires out loud to yaself and/or ya friend(s), beau(s), partner(s), bae(s), family, etc.? or will you find yourself manipulating others into giving you what you need without asking or communicating that, out of fear of rejection, seeming weak or fragile, or out of a need to maintain “power” in whatever relationship…

For a moment, Minako turned away from the sight of her little ballet boy– now turned Eros seducing the room with each turn and sweep of his come-hither fingers. For the first time, and only briefly, she watched the gloved hands fall from Viktor’s face as he watched, rapt and unblinking. It was the impassive stare of a carnivore. 

She recognised it. She had seen it the day she had stepped forward to claim the title of principal dancer from her senior. The older woman had moved towards her to kiss her cheek, her hands gripping her shoulders a little too tight, her stare a little too cutting.

‘Fuck you if you think you could ever cast dirt on my legacy,’ it said. ‘Fuck you if you think you can best me.’ And there- there it is. The same cold terror that flickered in that hard gaze all those years ago, that had lanced through her own heart when she saw her own younger, prettier, sexier model enter through the dancing hall door years later – and that now stood sentinel in those cold blue eyes.

‘Oh God,’ it whispered. ‘What if you can.’


Desire, jealousy, pride, love. I like to think Viktor’s a little more complicated than meets the eye.

While at a show at our local flea market, a senior woman brought her “Therapy Dog” poorly-behaved chihuahua inside. She fussed at the LE at the door, who basically went “not worth our jobs” and let her in.

After screeching upon seeing us (we were checking out stones at a table), she told me I had to leave because her dog didn’t like mine.

Me: “That’s nice. Maybe if your dog had the hundreds of hours of training it takes to make a real service dog, he wouldn’t have that problem.”