the hatred i feel for this man

ineptshieldmaid  asked:

Sam I have an important Chicago question: just north of the DuSable bridge there is a statue of what looks like Abe Lincoln excitedly taking a man in a knitted sweater on a first date. I only saw it from a bus, so didn't get either a photo or an explanation. Can you explain this phenomenon? Are Abe and Sweater Man happy???

*head in hands* FUCKING SEWARD JOHNSON

You have triggered the rage within me, so now you will ALL be treated to an outside-the-readmore screed about SEWARD GODDAMN JOHNSON. 

I don’t normally attack artists because a) it scares my friends who are artists (I love you all, you are beautiful, don’t be afraid) and b) honestly most artists don’t deserve the level of vitriol I’m about to employ. I want you all to remember that the seething hatred I feel for Seward Johnson is driven in large part by class consciousness. 

But not entirely. So let’s begin. 

First what you have to know is that Seward Johnson is a “sculptor”. If you google “seward johnson sculpture” you’ll get an idea of his work, most of which is terrible. I feel okay calling his work terrible because he is also the scion of the family that founded SC Johnson Johnson & Johnson (my bad), so he has all the money he needs and could step back, do his art for funsies, and let people with actual talent or two original thoughts in their heads exhibit their art, but he doesn’t, he forces his terrible art on all of us. 

The reason I harbor such animosity towards Seward Johnson is that he has been exhibiting on Pioneer Plaza (that area north of the DuSable Bridge) for almost a decade now, and when I worked in the north loop I had to walk past his art every day. It was bad enough when the sculpture was American Gothic, rendered without talent or meaning into three dimensions and provided with luggage. 

How very fucking dare you, you talentless hack

These things are sculpted out of what amounts basically to styrofoam painted in rubberized/weatherized paint, so they are fragile, and tourists were constantly climbing on Farmer’s shoes and falling into them when they found out it wasn’t the cheap but supple fiberglass you would expect of a tacky monstrosity more suited to a roadside motel than the business district of a major metropolitan city. (I would imagine this is why Abraham Lincoln And The Mayonnaise Sandwich has a little fence around it.) 

But American Gothic Motel Attraction was mostly just annoying because it was meaningless, derivative, and CONSTANTLY covered in gawkers getting in everyone’s way. 

Additionally, Seward Johnson’s sculptures on the Plaza are very popular photo spots for tourists, who carry lots of cash and are constantly distracted, which means beginning with The Assault On American Gothic it became a very popular spot for pickpockets. Which means members of our staff, who had nothing to do with this mess, got pickpocketed as collateral damage about once a week during the exhibition of…. 

Forever Marilyn.

SEWARD JOHNSON GO FUCK YOURSELF

This is a very famous image of Marilyn Monroe which is horrifying for the following reasons that Seward Johnson appears not to have understood nor cared about:

a) The day this was shot, on an open set with people leering at her all day, her husband, professional athlete and dirtbag Joe DiMaggio, found out about the filming. Rather than comfort his wife, who had been through some shit already that day, he became angry she’d been showing her panties in public and beat her so badly the neighbors called the police on him. Joe DiMaggio also go fuck yourself. 

b) IT’S IN A MOVIE INFAMOUSLY SET IN NEW YORK. To quote a local newspaper, “Did Chicago lose a bet?”

c) Yes, you can look up and see her panties. While this is juvenile, it’s not nearly as juvenile as the literally thousand of photographs I angrily photobombed of some douchebro from Fuckville Middle America in a backwards baseball cap standing between her legs with his face tilted upwards and his tongue out. 

Oh and btw before it was unveiled it looked like this: 

For literal days, before it was installed, she had a bag over her head. (For more on this, though the pictures are now missing, you can read my reaction post here.)

In any just world, there would be a trap door between her legs and everyone who tried to do the upskirt shot would fall into a pit where they would be forced to give five dollars to women’s shelters before they were allowed to leave. THAT would have been interesting art. 

Sidebar, both as contrast and because I love it: Marilyn left a few years ago and was briefly replaced by a refreshing and beautiful piece called The Watch, by Hebru Brantley. The Watch was playful and interesting and didn’t have a single upskirt. Hebru Brantley is a wonderful artist in his own right, but he was also a welcome breath of fresh air after Johnson’s mediocre tribute to sexual assault. 

The Watch was a temporary installation, however, and eventually along came Abraham Lincoln Approves Of White Men

It is an unfortunate coincidence that Confused Closeted Republican there is wearing khakis and a white shirt, the new uniform of the alt right, and it’s also coincidence that this is facing Trump Tower, but it’s not exactly helping Seward Johnson’s cause that he chose the blandest outfit possible for Paean To Confused White Bread. The sculpture is meant to be Lincoln, the darling of Illinois, welcoming a visitor to our fair city, but it sure does look like fresh meat is about to get a free trip to Boys Town with the Sixteenth President of the United States. 

This is what I mean when I say Seward Johnson lacks not only skill but also understanding: he clearly didn’t know that Lincoln’s sexuality is under enough debate to have its own wikipedia page, and he either didn’t know or didn’t care that Marilyn Monroe was nearly killed by her husband for shooting that scene. All he cares about is image and he’s bad at reproducing image. That is not a well-executed rendering of how human beings are, and dynamically speaking it’s boring. If he were good at visuals or if he had something meaningful to say I would be less angry, but he is mediocre at best and the statements his sculptures make are banal pap if they make any at all. 

But he is rich, and I guess either he likes Chicago or he’s got blackmail on Sam Zell, owner of Pioneer Plaza, so he gets to spatter his hideous, meaningless masturbation in my city. And lest you think Seward Johnson got here on his own merits, Forever Marilyn, now on tour from coast to coast, is owned by The Sculpture Foundation, which is heavily subsidized by Seward Johnson. He basically founded a nonprofit to ensure his work gets toured around and publicized and to ensure that if no museum wants it, it has a place to go to die (Palm Springs, CA). 

In short, I hope Abe and Sweater Man are happy, because at least then something good has come out of Seward Johnson’s astounding mediocrity. That said, if you are passing his latest work, spit on it for me. As performance art.

hannahtheladybug  asked:

Hi! I love your blog soooooooo much! I was wondering if you know any good fluffy slow burns? Thanks!

WOW! Thanks for all these requests! I looove slow burn fics, they give me life! Let me know if you think I missed some!

Originally posted by shiruba-tsuki


Slow Burn


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 197k
A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be. Oh, man, do these boys not communicate their feelings! Seriously one of the best fics I have ever read in ANY fandom. Love this fic so much.

starstruck by shizuoh, Teen, 58k
(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.) SO good!

What Fades On The Ice by KasumiChou, Gen, 54k
Yuuri Katsuki was a living legend in the skating world. A living legend that depended on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety tablets to survive. Viktor Nikiforov was a young ‘up-and-coming’ skater who was determined to convince his idol to coach him after an extremely bad result at his last competition.How will Yuuri survive the hurricane that is Viktor Nikiforov? Very angsty!

Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin), Mature, 118k (WIP)
At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star – and Yuuri’s idol – Viktor Nikiforov. AMAZING!

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV, Explicit, 138k (WIP)
Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help. A/B/O rec’d to me by my followers!

Tantalus, Reaching by chellethewriter, Teen, 
A retelling of the series that chronicles how a five-time Grand Prix champion might attempt to woo a somewhat oblivious Japanese figure skater.

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 51k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. LOVE!

rekindling by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.1k
Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red. Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is. “What are you doing here?” He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry. Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question. I love this so much??? Amazing fic!

not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 49k (WIP)
In which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret. WOW!

matched by bigspoonnoya, Explicit, 52k
Viktor Nikiforov considers himself an excellent matchmaker, but there’s one love life he can’t seem to get right: his own. AMAZIN

and I feel life (for the very first time) by smudgesofink, Teen, 10k
In which Victor helps Yuuri with his skating, but Yuuri helps Victor find himself again.

cover story by fan_nerd, Explicit, 8.2k
Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?” Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.” It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back. Such a good one shot!

Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds, Mature, 51k (WIP)
“As Love gently wipes away the tears that trail down his cheeks something within Victor quakes, its tremors resonating throughout his entire being like a deafening echo. He is in the arms of a god.” BIG THUMBS UP!

offer me) that Deathless Death by melonbug, Teen, 19k (WIP) **Major character death
It was the curse he and his family were fated to: Death would come for him the moment he turned eighteen, and he could only hope the flimsy wards passed down through the generations would protect him. But Death always won eventually, Death would snatch him up as he had all of his ancestors.But somehow he wasn’t what Yuuri had expected. He was a constant presence in his life, barely there. A vigilant spectator to his burgeoning skating career, a gray haired man with a soft expression who found him again and again, waiting for him to let his guard down, but becoming something more, over time.

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway Explicit, 186k
New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve. And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are. LOVE this fic!

Until You Return to Me by BatMads, Teen, 113k
Yuuri and Victor are in St. Petersburg together at last, but when Yuuri has difficulty adjusting to the transition and tragedy strikes, it seems as though they may be separated forever. Now they struggle to find their way back to each other when the universe seems to conspire against a happy ending. So angsty omgomg

Everything on Fire by SakanatoAi, Teen, 28k (WIP)
In an alternate universe where the physical closeness between two soulmates is measured by body temperature, Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov have spent their entire lives chasing after fleeting moments of warmth. As they grow older, their actions begin to draw them towards each other in a blind search for their anonymous soulmate, and the eventual release from the relentless cold which will be granted by their union.

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 119k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin. Such a great fic!

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 63k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. VERY cute!

November’s Secret by LanaBerry, Mature, 23k (WIP)
Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it’s you, then it’s less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona.But it works a little too well.Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he’s been loosely basing his new persona on for years. Ahh I love this!

how the mighty fall (in love) by braveten, Teen, 28k
Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common.
1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance.
2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations.
3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.” Lots of mutual pining!

Aria: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare by exile_wrath, Teen, 34k (WIP)
The tale of Yuuri Katsuki, who never ages and never dies and has lived frozen in time for centuries, and his attempts to keep his adopted son from killing the new guest. Such an amazing immortal AU!

pas de deux by intertwingular, Gen, 24k (WIP)
in which yuuri, premier dansuer and four time usa international ballet competition gold medalist, ends up teaching yurio ballet, and viktor is just the slightest bit smitten. Very sweet!

fire on ice by indianchai, Teen, 15k (WIP)
Everyone in the world had some sort of affinity with one of the four elements; the proper term was elemental affinity– whether they were best suited with fire, water, earth, or air.All figure skaters were water users. Never in the history of the sport was there professional ice skater that didn’t have water as their elemental affinity. Katsuki Yuri had a well-guarded secret that he can’t have anyone find out about.

@ parents of lgbt+ kids

Having homophobic and/or transphobic parents can actually destroy someone on the inside. It is a soul destroying feeling when those closest to you, the people you grew up with or still are growing up with, won’t accept who you are, or even disown you for simply being who you are.

When I came out as a lesbian my mum didn’t even look at me for a month, let alone talk to me. She told me that lesbians disgust her and she didn’t want a gay daughter. My dad kept telling me repeatedly that I was confused, telling me it was a choice and calling me “dyke” in the process. My grandmother told me I was going to hell, I was damaged, unnatural, dirty, sinful, and still calls it an “unsettling phase”.

Every individual experience is different, but because of the clear message I got off my dad when I was 9 years old and he told me “never come home and tell me you’re gay” I buried my sexuality for years, dated boys, kissed boys, would have gone a lot further with them if I had ever been in a position to do so, sometimes even hoped to end up in that position because I was so desperate to be “normal” even though the thought of doing anything with a boy disgusted me, which in turn filled me with even more self hatred, didn’t tell anyone when I was harassed online by a man twice my age when I was only 13 because I thought it was the least I deserved after having such “unnatural” thoughts. I grew to have so much internalised homophobia due to the fear I had of being gay because my dad had said that to me when I was only 9 years of age. I faked crush after crush on boys, staring at their Facebook profiles willing myself to feel something, anything, yet looking at a random girl in the street and feeling a fire burn inside me, yet still not accepting it, burying it and blocking it out.

I blocked it out as best as possible, talking about boys and acting as straight as possible, especially around my friends, until I was almost 16, when I saw a lesbian couple kiss on BBC television on at 8pm programme, and in that moment, I knew that was what I wanted, I knew that I couldn’t spend my life being something I’m just not, pretending every day of my life. I knew in that moment that I was gay, I knew that I wanted a girlfriend, I knew that I wanted a wife, and for the first time the idea of marriage seemed appealing, and I felt at peace and like I truly knew myself.

So a couple of months later, I told my friends, which took more courage than I knew I had. After that went well, I felt confident enough to tell my parents, encouraged by the good experience of coming out to my friends.

I was a mess when I told my mum. Although I felt confident enough to do it, I was still terrified and shaking and it was the most nerve racking moment of my life. I didn’t mean for it to happen how it did, and I could have told her in a better way, but in that moment I felt I had to, it was the right time for me. After I told her, I went to my room where I sent her a text, which I’m not going to quote entirely because it’s too personal, but it explained everything, I told her the journey of discovering my sexuality, I told her I loved her, I explained my fears, my feelings, my experiences, everything. In response I received a text saying: “I can’t pretend I’m happy about this. I’m not at all, but I love you regardless.” Although I had wanted a proper conversation, I accepted that she was shocked and took the text as acceptance of me. However, later that day, I went downstairs and saw her for the first time since I told her. She was crying and wouldn’t look at me. When I went downstairs, she went upstairs. I tried not to be upset, understanding her shock and giving her time. After a week of not spending more than a minute in a room with her, and not having her look at me once, I decided to try again, so I said to her “we need to talk about this” but she walked away from me. I tried texting so she wouldn’t have to directly talk, but she ignored everything I sent her.

Throughout the month, nothing changed, I was constantly ignored by her, and when she told my dad without consulting me, he just told me I was confused, and shouted at me for upsetting everyone, telling me I was messing up my GCSEs because of my confusion and immature phase, when the only thing endangering my grades was their prejudice and discrimination against their own daughter. As the month progressed, with still no change in either of them, I felt more and more worthless, my internalised homophobia reared its head once more, more prominent than ever, and I considered all sorts of things that I don’t even want to go into, I even looked at conversion therapy at one point because I felt like such a failure and a disappointment to my family, and my grandmother was the worst, calling me damaged and an unnatural sinner constantly.

The day my mum spoke to me again I was so shocked I could barely reply. She acted as though the last month hadn’t even happened, and went on like that for a week, blocking out what had happened, never once mentioning it, evidently hoping that it had all gone away or that her ignoring me had made me bury it again so it couldn’t tarnish our family and I could just live an unhappy life. At the end of that week, I mentioned it. I said “it’s not a phase” and she still wouldn’t talk, which is when I started to show my anger. This is when she told me that lesbians disgust her, spewing the typical hate about hell and morality and sin. Not being able to take it anymore, I locked myself in the bathroom, sat in the bathtub and properly cried for the first time in months. All my emotions came flooding out, and I would say that day was the saddest and most hopeless I’d ever felt. I felt utterly rejected, outcast, like I could never belong, like a disappointment, and a failure as a daughter, as a person.

During an argument with my dad, he called me a dyke, declaring I was damaged and that something had obviously gone drastically wrong during my development to “turn me”.

Those few months I felt so sad, lonely, isolated, rejected, hopeless and crushed. The two most important people in my life practically disowned me, and it took all the fight and courage I had to keep going, to keep pushing on, and I’m glad I did, because I love myself and have never been prouder of who I am, and things are better now, not completely, but they’re better, even though I can’t talk openly, even though I still feel insecure, even though I still tense up every time I so much as approach the subject around my parents, things are better.

All this occurred before and during my GCSE exams, when I should have been studying. My results are due at the end of this month, and I’ve accepted that I’m not going to have done very well, and I tell myself that it’s through no fault of my own. Through everything that was happening, I still found time to study. I tried my hardest but when the people closest to you seem to hate you for being you, it’s kind of hard to concentrate and focus on anything other than the constant throbbing ache inside when you know your parents, the people who made you, the people who raised you, the people who always told you they loved you, don’t accept you.

So parents of LGBTQA+ children and teenagers, please please accept your child. If you weren’t prepared for the possibility of your child not being straight and/or cis, then you shouldn’t have had a child. Simple as that. Your child’s sexuality and gender are just as natural as they hair colour and eye colour. Please, please, please love your children, accept them, support them. Everything I went through could have been avoided had my parents done so. And the scary thing is I was lucky. Some people are thrown out, completely disowned, attacked, some people are even killed. I count myself lucky, and that’s sad. It’s sad that I count myself lucky for being unaccepted by my parents, because some people could tell stories that would make you sick about their coming out, that would make your skin crawl, but this is my story, and I’m sharing it in the hope that it will help young LGBTQA+ individuals, but also in the hope that it will help parents. Please love your children. Accept them. Support them. Tell them you love them. Make them feel accepted. Make them feel supported. Because you could lose them. Far too many young people take their own lives because their parents don’t accept them, simply because of who they want to love.

Love is love, and love is the most important thing.
9

“He was a charming and well mannered man with an impish sense of humour. Peter Cushing was a wonderful human being.”
- Hazel Court

“I liked Peter Cushing so much that it was almost impossible for me to feel the hatred I needed to act against him in our scene together!”
- Carrie Fisher

“He really was the most gentle and generous of men. I have often said he died because he was too good for this world.”
- Christopher Lee

Reminder that Peter Cushing was a goofball and was the kind of guy who would make everyone in the room laugh or be the one crying with laughter.

The Price Of Everything // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Six [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series Masterlist

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Shower Sex, Unprotected Sex, Hella Violence, Extreme Angst, Mitch Rapp Suffering, Very Illegal Endeavors, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 11,884

Song: One More Time by Jon Bellion (this song is fucking hilarious and a big middle finger to Rose’s dad)

A/N: Grab popcorn and some tissues ‘cuz y’all are in for one hell of a rollercoaster ride. This is my favorite chapter yet, I really love it. Special thanks to @mf-despair-queen​ for providing me with canon American Assassin information. Love ya, babe. Also, can’t wait for your reactions at the end lol I might get death threats.

The air stilled and you could feel the thick tension dancing on your skin. In that frozen second that we realized my father had heard it all, I see his eyes flicker from mine to Mitch’s. Never in my life had I ever seen so much hatred in a man who believed in nothing but pure love before. Other than that, his face is completely unreadable which made it really hard to expect his upcoming action. Something I never would have thought to see my father do — never in my life.

Keep reading

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Let’s talk about this scene. I know that most of those who saw this in the last episode of DB Super took it as a humorous scene (quite funny indeed), but since I’m a sucker for character analysis, I can’t stop thinking about how Vegeta is protecting Trunks here. Yes, I said ‘protecting’. Despite being a demanding father, like the proud Saiyan he is (we saw in previous episodes how Trunks obeys him without complaints), he still respects that Trunks is a child and that he must live his childhood as such. Vegeta had a hard childhood, far from games and innocence, and he already had responsibilities and concerns at an early age. For that, I think he’s trying his best to keep Trunks away from any unnecessary worry. He doesn’t want to contaminate his son with negative feelings, even hiding his own resentment and hatred towards Frieza. Vegeta’s awareness and sensitivity denotes how much he has grown as a man, how much he has grown as a fighter and how much he has grown as a father. Sorry, I need to be repetitive to settle this idea. 

So I like to think that Vegeta, Trunks and Bulma have a lot of conversation moments like the second shot. They are both incredible parents, with their virtues and flaws.

I Will Not Let You Fly Away From Me...(James March X Fem!Reader)

a|n: so guys, I am back on track! I used to run “@imagineslut33″, but upon an ufortunate sequence of events, my account got hacked and deleted…Sad, I know. But meh, I created this blog and I will be posting on it. I missed you all. Honestly, I hope you guys haven’t forgotten me, and still enjoy my writing! 

summary: After finding out what James had done in the past to his Holden, John Lowe kidnaps the reader, and tortures her. At Devil’s Night, he finally decides to kill her…But what he wasn’t expecting, was that March would rather miss his glorious dinner to save his beloved wife…

trigger warning: contais gore, torture and swearing. 

recommended song during your reading: skinny love by birdy


Originally posted by evanpeterscharacters


Darkness…

My name is (Y/N). Yes, (Y/N) March, the wife of the successful businessman James P. March, owner of the Cortez, a hotel in Los Angeles. I was abducted. I think I’ve been here for about seven days, but this isn’t an exact projection. I might be here much longer or even less. I don’t know, I’ve lost track of time down here. All I have left is the darkness and dripping wetness of this nightmare that I am at. My head hurts. I feel very cold. I’m here, trapped, inside this dark, filthy , tight, stifling hole … I know I’m here because of James.


I have never done bad, evil things. I have always helped people, close or far, I have participated in charity events, I donate a lot of money to the poor, I finance works of art and academics from those who could not, I have always acted with fairness and ethics at work, and especially in the family. I don’t deserve this… I’m stunned. I don’t wanna credit someone to whom I have done good, this cruel, violent and inhuman act of putting an individual under these conditions in which I find myself at.

I believe that I’ve done something wrong, involuntarily.- I think it would be a horrible punishment, an unacceptable torture even for the worst criminal. And yet, here I am. In a hole about half a meter in diameter and ten deep. Walls of a black smelly land, as if it were sewage. Yeah, maybe that’s right: given the depth of where I am and the poorly finished walls of the place.

My head seems to want to explode. Darkness obviously affects my visual perception of things, my reasoning, my ability to disagree…I have not eaten well for a long time. Before, they’d throw pieces of bread, some fruits already eaten or rotted… water? Only when it comes from some corner of this hole, and then I have to lean my tongue against the wall to suck the black cauldron that flows, with putrid taste and bitter as gall. But this is what is keeping me alive in these days (or hours?).

I don’t remember how I ended up down here…

The last thing I remember, before waking up in this fucking chamber of terror, is to be crossing the street to get into the Cortez, and hearing someone calling me by my name. As I turned around, I felt someone gripping my arm and the blow made me faint. Thick ropes tie my wrists and ankles, and however great my efforts, the most I can do is getting hurt. 

Impossible to escape from this trap. Brilliant and sadistic! I’m not gagged. So I scream! I scream for hours. Every now and then, I hear laughter, far away. Pure mockery of my meager efforts. I’m tired, hungry, weak, almost ragged. I can’t take it anymore. 

I’m going to faint right here…

*

Hours Later…

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I feel my body shaking, which makes me wake up startled. I cannot see. I guess I’m blindfolded. By the continuous swing, I am able to deduce that I am sitting in the backseat of some car.

“I am glad you’re awake, little one.”

The voice that I hear gives me shivers. A knot begins to form in my throat and my skin acquires an even paler tone.

“John?” I am able to whisper with a shaky voice. The gag doesn’t allow me to yell, though.

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through, (Y/N). It kills me to know it had to be you. But you know your husband destroyed my life…Unstructured my entire family. I need to get my revenge, (Y/N). I know, I know! You’ve always supported me, heard me when I needed to rent, were my shoulder to cry on…” John stayed in silence for a few, it seemed as if he was trying not to cry. “You have to forgive me. I really thought about killing Elizabeth instead, but it wouldn’t work out. It would never work out. You are March’s newest obssession, the only light that shine through the darkness of his pathetic post-death immortal life.” 

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

“GOD DAMN IT! COULD YOU PLEASE STOP CRYING, (Y/N)?” John yelled, making me cry harder. God, I wanna stop, but I can’t…I am too weak…

I feel the car braking abruptly…

“I am so sorry…but I can’t stand seeing you in that way…I love you…” John says before opening the door, closing it with certain violence. Then, I hear him opening the trunk, and the silence prevails for about twenty minutes, I am not sure about the exact time. 

Moments later, the door next to me is open and John roughly pulls me out by my arm. A muffled scream escapes my throat as I’m dragged to god knows where. It rains a lot, and the mud dirties my bare feet. John whispers a few words sweetly, wrapping me in a tight hug. So he pushes me. I fall backwards into a deep hole.

  Judging by the soft earth and the tight environment, it is a grave. I despair. I feel the earth hitting my skin. I’m being buried alive. I begin to consider a faster death, like a shot in the head. This is macabre stuff… 

And suddenly, all the unforgettable memories with James come flashing into my disturbed mind. How cruel he could be with other people, but how kind and romantic he was with me. James was the first man who gave me flowers, who besides telling me, show me and make me feel how beautiful I am. He made me feel a strong, sensual, independent woman. Many consider him a monster, but I knew his innocent side. A path with no return. Because a villain, is nothing but a victim whose story has never been told.” 

John keeps throwing down the earth, and eventually I stop struggling. Soon, the mud is already hitting my face. Yup, I’m going to die right here…

Originally posted by human-perfectibility

“You traitorous bastard!”

I hear the piercing voice and my husband’s striking accent echoing through the thunders that cut through LA’s nightly sky. His words are filled with hatred, and the weight of betrayal seems to weigh on his shoulders. John Lowe. The man who James trusted, now stabbed him on the back. He was a perfect illusion. 

Punching, growling, jerking and shrieking can be heard from within the grave, and my heart races,violently hammering my chest. 

Finally, I feel a gentle, kind of desperate touch gripping my arm, gently pulling me into a man’s lap. My man. My James. 


Originally posted by softlysaygoodbye

The blindfold that is tied around my eyes is ripped off, along with the gag. Tears fall from my eyes, trickling down my face, my skin dirty from lack of hygiene. A relieved scream escapes my throat as I feel James’s strong arms being tightly wrapped around my waist.

“Darling, I am right here. I am so sorry I ever let this happen to you.” He says softly, pulling my face to press against his chest, probably being shameful of his tears.  

“James…It’s Halloween, what about Devil’s Night?” I ask through my tears, slightly shaking. 

“I couldn’t care less about Devil’s Night, my dear!” James mutters, a tone of disbelief in his voice. “You are far more important than anything else, (Y/N). I promise that he will never harm you again. Do not worry your pretty head about that, sweetheart.” 

“I love you, James. So much…” 

James gently scoops me up, bridal style. He kisses my forehead, starting to slowly walk away from that horrible place. 

“Come, darling. It is time for you to go home.”

maybalwild  asked:

Hey! I loved your Drunk RFA headcanon so maybe I can ask a similar headcanon? How about RFA + Saeran had a fight with MC and she break up with them. And one day they are so sad and drink a LOT and call her in the phone apologizing and ask her to come back? Sorry if this is confusing, my english isn't so good. Thank u

Aw thank you for liking my work!! also your english is fantastic don’t worry ^^ 

RFA + Saeran Breakup 


YOOSUNG

  • “You know what Yoosung I’m fed up with you comparing me to Rika all the time, it hurts you know, do you even know that?! You probably don’t care. I love you.. but I guess you only need Rika. Y-you know what I’m done, we’re over”
  • The words echo through Yoosung’s mind as he chugs another beer down
  • He loves her, he hell is sure of it but he made a grave mistake
  • He knows she loathed being compared to Rika but he still is a fool to keep doing it
  • Yoosung remembers all the times she made him happy, all the times they laughed, cooked together, held hands, held her waist as she sits on his lap while he plays LOLOL
  • He misses it all
  • Wet tears burned his eyes and he didn’t even try to stop them, he was too tired
  • He felt his phone around his pocket and absentmindedly called MC, wanting to hear her voice, wanting to feel her presence even if it was just her voice
  • “Hello?”
  • “Oh God you picked up, I’m- I’m so sorry MC! I love you I really do, I was stupid I was so so stupid MC I need you. I need you, my princess please MC I love you”
  • “Yoosung are you drunk right now”
  • Her voice made him smile but the reality of what he’s doing right now made him feel embarassed
  • “I’m sorry…”
  • MC sighed
  • “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings yoosung, tell you what get yourself sobered, come over here and let’s have a talk, I-I miss you”
  • “Y-yes! yes MC i’ll do just that! I’ll do everything just to have you in my arms again, I love you so much”

ZEN 

  • Zen did it, he knows the weight of the situation and he blew it, god was he really this stupid?
  • “Zen I know you have a career to take care of and you know I support you but can’t you atleast give me some of your time! You barely even look at me nowadays and you’ve been smoking and drinking nonstop. Take care of yourself!”
  • “Look MC I’m tired, can’t you just sleep already”
  • “No! Zen I love you, if you keep being like this to me and to yourself you’ll break us apart”
  • “I’m the one breaking us apart? You’re the one here being all clingy and shit. If you truly do support me then do me a favor and just not talk to me for a while”
  • “And for how long? a day? a month? Why don’t we just call this off. You don’t even care about me”
  • Zen punched the wall as he felt something red and dripping running along his knuckles
  • He couldn’t even feel it, he was just so numb
  • How could he treat his girl this way??
  • How could he be such an awful man to her when all she ever done was support him and give him all the love she can give to anyone
  • He was a person of mistakes, an ugly, horrible person and he knows it, his parents know it
  • Situations like this makes him remember the way she complimets him and cheers him on, telling him that he’s the most beautiful guy in the world, both in and out
  • God did he miss her
  • It wasn’t a surprise that by the next minute he’s ringing her 
  • “Zen look I don’t really feel like talki-”
  • “Please MC hear me out..”
  • “I love you okay? I love you so godamn much and I know what I did was wrong. I know you only wanted the best for me and I know my career has been taking its toll on you. You’ve made that sacrifice for me from the beginning and I was stupid to take it for granted! I-I’m so stupid MC….. I promise I will be the best for you, i promise to give you the attention you deserve. I’ll even quit my career for you! I can work it out with my director, I’ll tell them that it’s time for me to stop and-”
  • “NO” MC shouted through the phone
  • “Zen you don’t have to, acting is your life. Let’s talk this out in person and when you’re sober okay?”
  • “How do you know i’m drunk?”
  • “I know my love enough, let’s meet tomorrow”
  • “Yes please”

JAEHEE

  • “Are you kidding me? are you actually kidding me right now Jaehee? You’re disgusting! I never would beliieve you’d do something like this. i thought you were different!”
  • Jahee also honestly couldnt believe she would do such a thing
  • She had just cheated on MC.
  • A coworker of hers, her lips locked around her own and MC stepped right straight into the scene
  • she tried to cover it up but it was too late, she had been caught
  • “MC I-”
  • “Save it Jaehee, we’re over”
  • God what have I done
  • Jaehee felt so disgusted with herself, so mad that she submitted a full resignation
  • Even Jumin was surprised and disappointed of her actions
  • Jaehee then decided to drink, trying to reminisce the last remaining laughter she and MC sharing, sobbing really really loudly
  • She then decided to call MC, wanting her back even though she knows the answer
  • She atleast need to her an apology, Mc deserved an apology and she deserved someone better for her
  • “Jaehee?”
  • “MC I’m so sorry. I’m so disgusting and you were right. I love you so much and I just need you back MC”
  • “Jaehee you know what you’ve done”
  • “I know and ugh im stupid to even ask for you to be mine again but I tried didnt I? You always told me to try. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, you deserved an apology”
  • “Yes and I forgive you, just know that I can’t anymore, not after what you did”
  • “I understand…. I hope you find someone who will treat you right, MC. Just know that i will always love you”
  • Goodbye

JUMIN

  • Jumin was currently at the restaurant MC was working at
  • A wine bottle or five strewn across his table
  • But MC didn’t see him, she was quite far to be honest
  • And Jumin requested that he be seated the farthest where he can only observe 
  • “Ugh MC why are you this clumsy? You ruined a deal with my business partner”
  • “I’m so sorry Jumin I was only trying to help”
  • “Help? By spilling coffee all over my suit? Outrageous!”
  • “I’m so sorry”
  • “Why am I with someone who turns me into a fool infront of work”
  • “Jumin I am so so sorry”
  • “Sorry won’t cut it, I need to be alone”
  • MC had only been giving Jumin his coffee when she accidentally spilled it on him, landing him a decline in his proposal
  • He was enraged but not as much as MC left the next day, leaving his penhouse dark and empty, MC had taken all of her belongings with her
  • Something in Jumin broke as he began to shout at himself that echoes throughout his home, or what used to be. MC was his home 
  • He was feeling lonely yet numb at the same time, he was feeling a whirl of bad emotions as he observes MC laughing with a male co-worker of hers
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  • He brought out his phone as he shamelessly dialed MC’s number
  • “Hello?”
  • Jumin’s word caught in his throat as he found it completely foolish to be scolding her at this time
  • His hard gaze turned sad as he felt his tears against his cheeks
  • “I’m sorry”
  • “Jumin..”
  • Their eyes locked and MC gasped at the sight before her
  • “What are you doing here? How much did you drink”
  • “It doesn’t matter, I’m sorry”
  • “Your intentions were pure, instead, I took it harshly and I have never felt so much hatred for myself. You are my light MC and without you I am nothing. Without you I am just this emotionless shell of a corporate heir. You brought out these feelings in me and I have never treasured anyone as I have treasured you. You are my home, you are my family and I will forever hold this in my guilt. I love you”
  • “Jumin I’m sorry too”
  • “Now if you would be willing to come in my arms again you would make me the happiest man”
  • “Of course”
  • MC ran straight at him and gave him the tightest hug
  • “I am still correct though. You do turn me into a fool”
  • “Hm?”
  • “A fool in love with you”

SEVEN

  • Seven couldn’t concentrate, he couldn’t at all
  • Why would he, when he had just cheated on his most precious girl
  • But he was under a powerful drug
  • His agency thought it would be a good punishment to have him aroused towards a different girl for making a mistake in his work
  • But he felt so so guilty. It made him hate himself more
  • So when MC found out, she left and he couldn’t utter the words he wanted to say
  • He wanted to say he loves her and that it was a mistake. A horrible horrible mistake
  • And that it wasn’t his fault, he wanted to tell her that he was sorry but he couldn’t
  • No words came out of his mouth, only silent pleas to stay that never really caught MC’s ears
  • Maybe at that time he was thinking of how much he didn’t deserve MC and that it was a good opportunity for her to leave him. To be free so that she wouldn’t experience the pain of being with him
  • But Seven regrets it
  • He regrets it all
  • He needed MC back. She was the one who brought him life, happiness. She was all he needed and he let her slip away from his fingers
  • He felt his growing stupidity as he clutched at his chest, trying to make the pain go away as he watched a CCTV footage of MC at her home.
  • He had installed a camera in her living room for safety purposes and he didn’t want to barge in her privacy but he needed her. He needed to see that she was safe. He needed to see an evidence of her existing
  • With shaky hands, Saeyoung reached for his phone and called MC
  • Seeing MC grab hers, his heart was already at his throat
  • And when she answered the call, the first thing she heard were professions of love
  • “MC I love you I love you I love you I love you” 
  • “I… don’t know Saeyoung, after what you’ve done I don’t think I can believe that anymore”
  • He can see her shivering as she silently cried
  • “No no you don’t understand it was because of the agency! I was forced! please hear me out I… i don’t want to lose you. I will fight. I will fight for your love and I will do whatever it takes for you to come back to me please I love you too much. My heart is just about to burst from all this love so please.. please hear me out”
  • “Only just about?”
  • “Huh?” 
  • “Your heart is only just about to burst? Mine already did for you” 
  • MC chuckled
  • She fricking chuckled
  • Saeyoung could feel tears or relief as he felt his chest unclogging
  • “I’ll head over straight there and we’ll talk okay?”
  • “I’ll be waiting, Saeyoung”
  • He kissed his computer with her footage as he readied his car

SAERAN

  • Saeran had said some hurtful things
  • Very hurtful things
  • He was so mad, so so mad at himself
  • MC, the girl who’s always by his side, the girl who was willing to go through his recovery now left him
  • He felt so broken and was shaking
  • Saeyoung was trying to calm him down but he couldn’t, not when he just felt the light being sucked out of his life
  • And his comforting didn’t feel like MC’s, not at all
  • Hers was gentle and delicate and her scent was intoxicating, enough to put him into a calm oblivion
  • But she’s not here anymore, there was no one to calm him through the rage of his night terrors, no one to hold him close as she whispers soothing words into his ear
  • No body to grasp unto when he couldn’t breathe and couldn’t stop the tears from flowing
  • Her hugs were the best, so kind, so comforting, so loving
  • But she’s gone
  • “I messed up Saeyoung, I messed up this one thing that keeps me going”
  • “Call her, go to her. I can’t stand seeing you like this”
  • “She wouldn’t want to be with me anymore, I messed up I messed up”
  • Saeran was now rocking back and forth as he hugs his body closer
  • Feel her warmth, feel her warmth
  • “Yes hello MC, yes he’s here. Alright I’ll give the phone to him”
  • Saeran’s eyes snapped to his brother as he gave him the hardest look he could muster.
  • But he still took the phone anyways
  • “I’ll be right there Saeran wait for me! I’ll be there” 
  • He heard MC panting and he was dumbfounded
  • She’ll come back? Doesn’t she hate him?
  • “MC… I love you”
  • “I love you too… so so much. Wait for me a little longer okay?”
  • The twins heard the door open as they found MC on her phone, still panting
  • She went straight into Saeran’s arms as she stroked his hair and kissed his forehead
  • “I’m so sorry MC”
  • “I”m sorry too Saeran
  • “Don’t ever leave me”
  • “I’ll always be with you”

The greatest tricks men have been able to pull within this era of a liberal, pseudo-progressive outlook:

-Women believing that female objectification = female empowerment.

-Catering to men is now a feminist act. And if your beliefs and behaviors to do not consider men, then they are oppressive.

- Homosexuality, especially in women, is too exclusive and needs to be villainized for the benefit of predatory men and proof of moral superiority of anyone is who not gay.

-Bragging about getting a lesbian to accept penis or be in a sexless relationship with a man isn’t seen for the disgusting practice it really is. This is just a way of broadening your horizons and becoming less of a hateful bigot, so they say.

-Getting women to support this nonsense and attack other women, being blatantly homophobic and regressive in their approach to gender in the process.

-Promoting the idea that men make better women than women.

-Creating successful efforts to completely silence the female experience and going mainstream with their bullshit, simultaneously gaining more and more support.

-Formulating the “terf” acronymn as an identifier that automatically deems a woman worthy of hatred and harassment.

-Specifically targeting lesbians with the “terf” label, further making homophobia and the promotion of men gaining access to our bodies acceptable to those who blindly follow them.

-Now some lesbians (who may or may not be lesbians bc we never know bc calling yourself a lesbian doesn’t require being a lesbian) virtue signal their hatred of “terfs” in order to free themselves from the inevitable attacks.

-Capitalizing off of the awareness of racial issues in order to make any gender-critical and/or female-focused perspective out to be something only white women engage in. Women of color are overlooked in order to support the argument and are at risk for being told they are white, and that issues they face in and outside of the Western world do not hold as much significance as a man being called the wrong pronouns.

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Tears run down your face as you listen to your boyfriend’s most recent interview, and the words the MC says. You had recently gone public with your relationship and you were receiving nothing but hate and negativity. This is the final straw - the MC of the show your boyfriend is currently on live is telling you to kill yourself. Your breath catches in your throat and you have nothing but one thought - Okay.

You’re running yourself a bath as you arrange a series of things around you - too many pills, several blades, a gag and some rope. You haven’t decided how to go yet, but you know you don’t want to continue. Everything just hurts so bad. You pick up a blade and go to run it straight up your wrist and you’re so focussed that you don’t even hear your boyfriend come running into the house, having run all the way from the TV studio quite a way away.

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here are some really quick sketches from the latest episode of rvb. I just had to celebrate the return of Grif (even though I'm a couple days late)…. man I really loved that episode so much… it had two of my favorite boys! I was so happy!!!!! And man…. Grif it was so nice to see him again! but he sure has had a bad time… Poor guy has finally snapped… someone help him! He deserves better than abandonment and all his self-hatred…

Anyway, I wanted to draw some of my favorite Grif scenes? lines? All I know is I want oodles of noodles and toaster strudels on a shirt right now. Also, the part where Grif feels really bad for failing Caboose and Church makes my heart happy and sad at the same time. I love that he cares so much about Caboose’s feelings and apparently he also feels responsible for Church even though he literally couldn’t have done anything about it…He just feels so responsible for all of his friends even though he doesn't want to show how much he cares (he cares probably more than any of the reds and blues). And man, without any inhibitions Grif is so cute and sweet! He is like Caboose levels of sweet when he says what he really thinks! I love that so much! I loved pretty much everything about this episode I’m so happy!

Advanced English Vocabulary

aberration (n.) - something that differs from the norm (In 1974, Poland won the World Cup, but the success turned out to be an aberration, and Poland have not won a World Cup since).

abhor (v.) - to hate, detest (Because he always wound up getting hit in the head when he tried to play cricket, Marcin began to abhor the sport).

acquiesce (v.) - to agree without protesting (Though Mr. Pospieszny wanted to stay outside and work in his garage, when his wife told him that he had better come in to dinner, heacquiesced to her demands.)

alacrity (n.) - eagerness, speed (For some reason, Simon loved to help his girlfriend whenever he could, so when his girlfriend asked him to set the table he did so with alacrity.)

amiable (adj.) - friendly (An amiable fellow, Neil got along with just about everyone.)

appease (v.) - to calm, satisfy (When Jerry cries, his mother gives him chocolate to appeasehim.)

arcane (adj.) - obscure, secret, known only by a few (The professor is an expert in arcaneKashubian literature.)

avarice (n.) - excessive greed (The banker’s avarice led him to amass an enormous personal fortune.)

brazen (adj.) - excessively bold, brash, clear and obvious (Critics condemned the writer’s brazen attempt to plagiarise Frankow-Czerwonko’s work.)

brusque (adj.) - short, abrupt, dismissive (Simon’s brusque manner sometimes offends his colleagues.)

cajole (v.) - to urge, coax (Magda’s friends cajoled her into drinking too much.)

callous (adj.) - harsh, cold, unfeeling (The murderer’s callous lack of remorse shocked the jury.)

candor (n.) - honesty, frankness (We were surprised by the candor of the politician’s speech because she is usually rather evasive.)

chide (v.) - to voice disapproval (Hania chided Gregory for his vulgar habits and sloppy appearance.)

circumspect (adj.) - cautious (Though I promised Marta’s father I would bring her home promptly by midnight, it would have been more circumspect not to have specified a time.)

clandestine (adj.) - secret (Announcing to her boyfriend that she was going to the library, Maria actually went to meet George for a clandestine liaison.)

coerce (v.) - to make somebody do something by force or threat (The court decided that David Beckham did not have to honor the contract because he had been coerced into signing it.)

coherent (adj.) - logically consistent, intelligible (William could not figure out what Harold had seen because he was too distraught to deliver a coherent statement.)

complacency (n.) - self-satisfied ignorance of danger (Simon tried to shock his friends out of their complacency by painting a frightening picture of what might happen to them.)

confidant (n.) - a person entrusted with secrets (Shortly after we met, he became my chief confidant.)

connive (v.) - to plot, scheme (She connived to get me to give up my plans to start up a new business.)

cumulative (adj.) - increasing, building upon itself (The cumulative effect of hours spent using the World English website was a vast improvement in his vocabulary and general level of English.)

debase (v.) - to lower the quality or esteem of something (The large raise that he gave himself debased his motives for running the charity.)

decry (v.) - to criticize openly (Andrzej Lepper, the leader of the Polish Self Defence party decried the appaling state of Polish roads.)

deferential (adj.) - showing respect for another’s authority (Donata is always excessivelydeferential to any kind of authority figure.)

demure (adj.) - quiet, modest, reserved (Though everyone else at the party was dancing and going crazy, she remained demure.)

deride (v.) - to laugh at mockingly, scorn (The native speaker often derided the other teacher’s accent.)

despot (n.) - one who has total power and rules brutally (The despot issued a death sentence for anyone who disobeyed his laws.)

diligent (adj.) - showing care in doing one’s work (The diligent researcher made sure to double check her measurements.)

elated (adj.) - overjoyed, thrilled (When he found out he had won the lottery, the postman was elated.)

eloquent (adj.) - expressive, articulate, moving (The best man gave such an eloquent speech that most guests were crying.)

embezzle (v.) - to steal money by falsifying records (The accountant was fired for embezzling €10,000 of the company’s funds.)

empathy (n.) - sensitivity to another’s feelings as if they were one’s own (I feel such empathy for my dog when she’s upset so am I!)

enmity (n.) - ill will, hatred, hostility (John and Scott have clearly not forgiven each other, because the enmity between them is obvious to anyone in their presence.)

erudite (adj.) - learned (My English teacher is such an erudite scholar that he has translated some of the most difficult and abstruse Old English poetry.)

extol (v.) - to praise, revere (Kamila extolled the virtues of a vegetarian diet to her meat-loving boyfriend.)

fabricate (v.) - to make up, invent (When I arrived an hour late to class, I fabricated some excuse about my car breaking down on the way to work.)

feral (adj.) - wild, savage (That beast looks so feral that I would fear being alone with it.)

flabbergasted (adj.) - astounded (Whenever I read an Agatha Christie mystery novel, I am always flabbergasted when I learn the identity of the murderer.)

forsake (v.) - to give up, renounce (I won’t forsake my conservative principles.)

fractious (adj.) - troublesome or irritable (Although the child insisted he wasn’t tired, his fractious behaviour - especially his decision to crush his jam sandwiches all over the floor - convinced everyone present that it was time to put him to bed.)

furtive (adj.) - secretive, sly (Claudia’s placement of her drugs in her sock drawer was not asfurtive as she thought, as the sock drawer is the first place most parents look.)

gluttony (n.) - overindulgence in food or drink (Helen’s fried chicken tastes so divine, I don’t know how anyone can call gluttony a sin.)

gratuitous (adj.) - uncalled for, unwarranted (Every evening the guy at the fish and chip shop gives me a gratuitous helping of vinegar.)

haughty (adj.) - disdainfully proud (The superstar’s haughty dismissal of her co-stars will backfire on her someday.)

hypocrisy (n.) - pretending to believe what one does not (Once the politician began passing legislation that contradicted his campaign promises, his hypocrisy became apparent.)

impeccable (adj.) - exemplary, flawless (If your grades were as impeccable as your brother’s, then you too would receive a car for a graduation present.)

impertinent (adj.) - rude, insolent (Most of your comments are so impertinent that I don’t wish to dignify them with an answer.)

implacable (adj.) - incapable of being appeased or mitigated (Watch out: once you shun Grandmother’s cooking, she is totally implacable.)

impudent (adj.) - casually rude, insolent, impertinent (The impudent young woman looked her teacher up and down and told him he was hot.)

incisive (adj.) - clear, sharp, direct (The discussion wasn’t going anywhere until her incisive comment allowed everyone to see what the true issues were.)

indolent (adj.) - lazy (Why should my indolent children, who can’t even pick themselves up off the sofa to pour their own juice, be rewarded with a trip to Burger King?)

inept (adj.) - not suitable or capable, unqualified (She proved how inept she was when she forgot two orders and spilled a pint of cider in a customer’s lap.)

infamy (n.) - notoriety, extreme ill repute (The infamy of his crime will not lessen as time passes.)

inhibit (v.) - to prevent, restrain, stop (When I told you I needed the car last night, I certainly never meant to inhibit you from going out.)

innate (adj.) - inborn, native, inherent (His incredible athletic talent is innate, he never trains, lifts weights, or practices.)

insatiable (adj.) - incapable of being satisfied (My insatiable appetite for blondes was a real problem on my recent holiday in Japan!)

insular (adj.) - separated and narrow-minded; tight-knit, closed off (Because of the sensitive nature of their jobs, those who work for MI5 must remain insular and generally only spend time with each other.)

intrepid (adj.) - brave in the face of danger (After scaling a live volcano prior to its eruption, the explorer was praised for his intrepid attitude.)

inveterate (adj.) - stubbornly established by habit (I’m the first to admit that I’m an inveterate cider drinker—I drink four pints a day.)

i keep seeing posts about the way the “hand-holding” arc developed in the force awakens, with finn unable to function outside a team (hence finn’s compulsive need to watch his partner’s back and check their safety when he’s vulnerable) and rey unable to function when working with companions (hence her being confused at finn’s habit of watching her back and checking her safety) and eventually the two of them end up learning from the other and i love it because finn’s vulnerability and rey’s guardedness are perfect complements and watching them come into contact and blend created some chemistry that was really fun to watch

but then i also see the comments and honestly i’ve really grown tired of hearing millennials talk about how racist their parents and grandparents were and then turn around and basically say “get your hands off that white woman” the first time they see an interracial couple. you’re making your racist granddaddy proud. 

and don’t think i missed how some of these same people have mistaken kylo ren literally kidnapping, torturing, and attempting to murder rey as “sexual tension” but see finn reflexively, involuntarily making contact with his teammate when he feels threatened as predatory. apparently rey’s boundaries are being violated when a black man touches her without being cognizant of doing so but when a white man literally knocks her unconscious, straps her to the table on purpose, and tries to forcibly rip thoughts from her head it’s hot. i honestly don’t care how many buzzwords you dress it up in, if you feel this post describes you, you don’t give a shit about rey’s boundaries or autonomy and you’re just using that as a smokescreen so you can dismiss anyone who acknowledges your hatred and fear of black people and interracial relationships. 

The one where it’s too late.

The fourth addition to the Divorce Series AU. Let me know if you guys are enjoying it, if I should continue writing it. ENJOY! :)

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Advanced English Vocab 2

confidant (n.) a person entrusted with secrets (Not the same as confident!)

“Shortly after we met, he became my confidant.”

connive (v.) to plot, scheme

“She connived to get me to give up my plan of starting a new business.” 

  • conniving (adj.) describes one who connives or schemes

cumulative (adj.) increasing, building upon itself

“His vast improvement in English was the cumulative effect of hours spent using the World English website.”

debase (v.) to lower the quality or esteem of something

“The large paycheck that he gave himself debased his motives for running the charity.”

decry (v.) to openly criticise 

“Andrzej Lepper, the leader of the Polish Self Defense party, decried the appalling state of Polish roads.”

deferential (adj.) showing respect for another’s authority

“Donata is always excessively deferential to any kind of authority figure.” 

demure (adj.) quiet, modest, reserved

“Though everyone else at the party was dancing and going crazy, Alicia remained demure.”

deride (v.) to laugh at mockingly, to scorn

“The native speaker often derided the other teacher’s accent.”

  • derisive (adj.) mocking, scornful, describes one who derides or scorns

despot (n.) one who has total power and rules brutally

“The despot issued a death sentence for anyone who disobeyed his laws.”

  • despotic (adj.) describes one who behaves like a despot

diligent (adj.) showing care in doing one’s work

“The diligent researcher made sure to double check her measurements.”

  • diligence (n.) the demonstration of care in one’s work

elated (adj.) overjoyed, thrilled

“When he found out he had won the lottery, the postman was elated.”

  • elation (n.) extreme happiness, the feeling of being elated

eloquent (adj.) expressive, articulate, moving

“The best man gave such an eloquent speech that most guests were crying.”

  • eloquence (n.) expressiveness, the quality of being eloquent, the ability to be articulate

embezzle (v.) to steal money by falsifying records

“The accountant was fired for embezzling $20,000 of the company’s funds.”

empathy (n.) sensitivity to another’s feelings as if they were one’s own

“I feel so much empathy for my sister that when she’s upset, so am I.”

  • empathetic (adj.) sensitive, describes one who has empathy

enmity (n.) mutual hatred, hostility 

“John and Scott have clearly not forgiven each other, because the enmity between them is obvious to everyone around them.”

erudite (adj.) learned, knowledgeable 

“My English teacher is such an erudite scholar that he has translated some of the most difficult Old English poetry.” 

extol (v.) to praise, revere

“Kamila extolled the virtues of a vegetarian diet to her meat-loving boyfriend.”

fabricate (v.) to make up, invent

“When I arrived an hour late to class, I fabricated some excuse about my car breaking down on the way to work.”

facet (n.) one of several sides

“I never realized that Maria liked art so much.  I guess it’s a more hidden facet of her personality.” 

(This can also refer to physical sides, usually in the context of a cut jewel.)

Guardian (XI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Torture (razor blade, physical abuse)

Word Count: 3,905

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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Joker Imagine - Stone Cold /PART 2

Part 1 is here *click me*


Originally posted by jokerish-darkish-mindish

Originally posted by ahora-soy-yo


Your P.O.V.

*2 weeks later*

Harley Quinn was gone, she just vanished. Since I was so fed up with my feelings I had actually told Batman where Joker and Harley were. Why? I was so angry. I hoped that Batsy could separate those two and my dreams came true. Now Joker was free and Harley was somewhere far away. But I knew she wasn’t in Arkham, so Batsy had to take her far away. I was happy.

But Joker was probably sad. I tried not to care. After all this all helped me to rethink my life choices and make me who I am now. A smile spread on my face as I realized how powerful I had become. The same night Joker broke my heart, something happened in my head. I just lost it. Let’s just say that Gotham has a new villain. I wasn’t just Y/N anymore, no..the city had decided to call me the Dark Angel. I was living a normal life during day so I only showed myself at night. It’s like I never slept, but I took power naps. Dark stood for evil, because it was obvious I wasn’t a hero like Batman. Angel had more to do with my outfit.

I wore a black body with a black tutu skirt with white underneath and a white ribbon around my waist. I had lacy pantyhoses, white boots with ribbons, black angel wings that actually did something else than make my outfit look pretty. Also I wore a golden mask with white details to try my best to hide my identity. I kept some toys like guns and knives under my skirt. Personally I loved my outfit. Since I wasn’t stupid, like many other people in city, I wore simple white gloves so I wouldn’t leave fingerprints. My gun wasn’t trackable since it’s the one Joker once gave to me.

Knowing that it would be hard to catch me made me happy. This fear I caused in Gotham pleased my mind and I knew I was way under the line of ‘normal’. I was fucking crazy and I accepted it. I wanted to show Joker what he was missing. It was the fuel to my motivation, him.It was all thanks to Joker. 

I wonder if he knew that the Dark Angel  was me, the girl he replaced with a nutty doctor who ended up behind bars as quickly as she came. How pathetic. Even tho I tried to act like it didn’t hurt, it was useless. I missed him and I had to admit that I wished we still had a chance. But no, I was so angry at him. He changed my life and thought he could leave just like that? It made my blood boil and my heart ache.

Tonight I was out in the city again, jumping from rooftops to another. It was a little past midnight, making it dark enough for me. People were still awake, but let’s face it, when would this city ever sleep? Never. I stopped jumping when I was on the other side of the way from Joker’s club, on the roof of a building. I walked to the edge and looked down, feeling hatred and misery taking over me. Down by the streets I saw people all dressed up, either walking past the building or waiting in line. Some goons were by the doors,making sure to look all scary and tough.

I moved my eyes to the windows. Most were covered by curtains, but not all of them. All the way on top where there was probably a penthouse I saw lights. A person was moving there, but I only saw his silhouette. The man was holding a gun. It didn’t really surprise me. I bet the entire building was full of armed people. I sighed and then thought I should continue. I sped up and jumped on the building next to me. I landed smoothly without losing my balance. The wings somehow made my balance amazing and I could jump longer. I could use that for my good.

A couple minutes later I was at a bank. It was closed, so I didn’t need to spill as much blood as I would have during day. I picked the door on the roof and then calmly walked down the stairs until I was by the first floor. There were supposedly four guards here. Too bad, they would all die or get injured badly. I grabbed my beloved gun and made sure I had bullets before I stepped out from the shadows. The floor was a light marble floor and it fit well with the beautiful brown walls. The main doors were huge and I spotted a guard there. He was facing me with his back. Excitement pumped through my veins and my heart sped up. I lived for the thrill I got during missions. My plan was to get more power and get my own goons, but that could wait.

I looked around, behind couches and plants before I was sure the other guards weren’t around. Then I walked to the cash register quietly. My plan was to steal the keys and then go to the backroom where they had personal boxes full of very rare and expensive things and papers. The money was like air compared to the personal belongings the rich had here. The guard turned around so I got down on the ground quickly. I waited in silence until I was sure he hadn’t seen me.

I got into action and looked around every once in a while. I managed to open the small box where they kept the keys. I wanted to laugh in victory as I held the grey boring keys in my hands. Easy as stealing candy from a kid. Then I heard footsteps coming closer. I acted like I didn’t hear the guard, but little did he know what I had in mind. ‘’Hey you, hands up!’’ An old man growled at me. I rolled my eyes and slowly turned around. ‘’Drop your gun’’ He added deeply, but I saw the fear all over him. ‘’This?’’ I asked him innocently, ignoring the fact he held me at gunpoint. Before anything could happen, I shot him quickly. my bullet pierced his stomach and then he fell on his back. Blood pooled around his body and then i was free to go.

The other guards ran towards the crime scene, but they couldn’t catch me. As they hurried to their bleeding friend, I was already in the shadows.  I had about two minutes because the police was on the way. So I hurried to the door and I opened it carefully. I literally ran inside and put my bag on a wooden table.The room was huge, but I didn’t have to go through absolutely everything. Although it was dark, I saw well. So I dragged out five metal boxes and put them in my bag. Then I put the bag around my shoulder and ran out with a gun in my hand.

Adrenaline was pushing me to run faster. ‘’She’s there!’’ One of the guards noticed me climbing up the stairs. I turned around seeing all three. ‘’Sorry i couldn’t stay longer..and about your friend’’ I giggled and found this hilarious. Then I aimed at the middle guy and shot him. They tried to shoot me, but they didn’t hit me. Then I shot the one on the left in both of his knees. He shrieked out in pain and made the last guy standing scared. He was trembling, even I saw that from so far away. ‘’Ta ra!’’ I waved at the guy who would be left scarred for life. Then I escaped the scene.

Instead of running the stairs and wasting time, I opened a window and looked down. I’d fall down three floors if I didn’t reach the balcony of the building on my opposite. I wasn’t  scared tho. So I took a deep breath and jumped, spreading my arms along the wings and keeping my legs stiff. Air ran through the feathers, my fingers and my hair. Then I got closer to the balcony and I bent my legs so I could land smoothly. Perfect.

Police sirens came closer and they would take time to go inside the bank. I was already long gone. I climbed up the tall building until I was on the roof. It was a little cold, but it was good. I liked it. So I escaped the scene. I kept jumping from rooftops until I was panting. I knew the police wouldn’t find me. I hid behind a big chimney where I sat down and put my new things on the ground. Five metallic boxes with locks very easy to pick. Just as I got stared, someone walked up to me.

‘’I have to say that you were really impressive’’ A raspy familiar voice purred. My body froze and my breath hitched in my throat. Then, slowly, I looked up into the familiar blue eyes. How the hell did Joker find me? ‘’Oh I’m sorry let me introduce myself, I’m Joker’’ He told me with slight amusement in his voice. Even tho he was smiling evilly now, I noticed something about him. He had slept little and he was stressed out. ‘’I know who you are’’ I spat at him and tried to hide my gun without him noticing. Honestly I wasn’t sure if I wanted to reveal my identity to him.

Joker stroked his silver jacket and cleared his throat. He wanted something. ‘’What’s your name?’’ He asked me bluntly and then kneeled down so he could look at me better. He made me nervous. I still had stupid feelings for this guy. ‘’I’m the Dark Angel. Do you ever read the news?’’ I asked him a little angrily with a weird voice so he couldn’t recognize me so easily. Surprise washed across Joker’s face. ‘’Wow feisty, we don’t have to be so angry around each other or do we?’’ He raised his arms playfully. Then Joker laughed a little. I just rolled my eyes.

‘’I just came to see what the big fuss is about. Maybe we could make a deal?’’ Joker spoke again. It’s like he was another person than two weeks ago. My anger and pain took the best of me. ‘’I thought you never wanted to see me ever again!’’ I muttered at him ,but regretted it immediately. Joker’s expression turned from rather neutral to dark. He leaned closer and touched my face softly. I clenched my jaw and slapped his hand away. ‘’Get lost J’’ I spat, sad that I revealed myself so easily.

‘’Y/N..’’ He said my name like he had never said it before. What a fucking twat. ‘’I knew you were different, but I never thought you’d actually have enough evil in you to become the Dark Angel’’ Joker told me and stood up straight. I collected my treasures and packed them before he could take them away from me. I just stayed quiet because I knew that I could screw up. ‘’What inspired you? What pushed you over the line darling?’’ Joker growled and pushed me against the chimney. I grunted angrily, but didn’t stop him either. His face was so close to mine that it made something as simple as thinking hard.

‘’Fuck you Joker, now leave me alone’’ I hissed at the man I partly wanted to stay. He didn’t like my behaviour at all. Suddenly he put his hand tightly on my jaw and tilted my head so he could look at me more intensely. ‘’Tell me what made you like this baby’’ He whispered darkly and so close to me that I felt his breath on my skin. I could use my arms to grab my gun and shoot him, but I couldn’t. ‘’You did it’’ I admitted quietly and closed my eyes. Even tho I didn’t see it, I knew he was smiling. This pleased his ego so much.

‘’What an honour’’ He giggled and made me look at him again. ‘’Where’s your bitch?’’ I asked him something for once. His smile faded and he sighed deeply, making a shiver run down my spine. ‘’I don’t know’’ Joker told me weirdly. I wanted to make him angry. This was my chance. ‘’Did Batsy take her?’’ I questioned him and now it was my turn to smile. Joker’s irises shrunk and he looked angry, like a cat. ‘’She was too weak, I don’t need weak people in my life’’ He let me know mysteriously. ‘’Too bad’’ I shrugged and then pulled my face away from his touch.

‘’Now will you please let me go? I’m a busy lady’’ I broke the silence that would be longer if I didn’t speak. Joker was in deep thoughts, his face said it all. ‘’You told Batman’’ He growled and looked at me. ‘’Possibly’’ I sighed, but to be honest he started to scare me.’’Okay I did it, I just wanted to see if she was good for you damn it’’ I raised my hands innocently. Joker growled like a dog and then squinted his eyes. Oops.

‘’I think I should go. It was nice seeing you a-’’ I started, but he cut me off. Joker pressed his face on mine, closing the gap between us by pressing his crimson red lips on mine. Shock froze my body. My eyes widened and I felt like I had been struck by lighting. But soon my muscles relaxed and I shut my eyes, kissing him back. It felt so good to have his lips on mine, making me feel like a teen girl again. My heart started beating harder and to be honest I felt dreamy. But also confusion bugged my mind. One second I thought he would throw me down the roof, but then he kissed me?!

Joker pulled back and breathed deeply. We looked into each other’s eyes silently. All traces of anger were gone. I knew I should be angry at him, but he had me wrapped around his finger. ‘’I do need a strong woman by my side if anything’’ He was the one to speak first. ‘’And you’re strong. You told me exactly what I wanted to hear’’ Joker continued mysteriously. I couldn’t help but to smile. ‘’Well I’m glad I did so’’ I shrugged more calmly than earlier. 

‘’To be honest when you let me walk away two weeks ago I thought that you were weak. Did you know that I wanted you to go over the line? Did you know that all this time I just wanted you to go mad, kill people, get blood on your hands and lose that innocence?’’ He growled deeply, but not angrily. Once again I was a little shocked. Did he break my heart just to break my mind? Had he actually wanted to be with me all this time? ‘’You’re perfect’’ He whispered and put his hands on my hips. My mind was running in circles and soon I felt funny.

‘’You’re driving me crazy J’’ I giggled and soon that giggling turned into laughter. J smiled at me darkly. He was proud of his work, he was proud that he had made me like this. Then he started laughing too. Our little laughing session was anything but normal. We were fucking crazy, both of us. ‘’Now what do you say doll, finally leave your boring life and come by my side. We can wake terror all around Gotham together’’He suggested and then waited for my answer.

Well fuck I had nothing to lose. ‘’I hoped you’d ask me sooner’’ I purred and then pushed my face closer to his, ignoring the rule of him being in control. I kissed him rougher this time and he lowered his hands so he was squeezing my bum. What could I say, I guess we were crazy in love. Normal wasn’t our thing. Normal people would call our love wrong. I didn’t care. We’d make those people terrified of us.

‘’What if Harley comes back?’’ I breathed out above his lips. Joker faced me with a dirty look. ‘’Let her, she was just a brick in this wall. She’s nothing to worry about’’ Joker reassured me. 

We were going to be stone cold to everyone else but each other. Funny how a few minutes earlier I felt so miserable, but now I was so happy. He truly had a good grip on me.