“while being cute is annoying, being sexy is slutty. while being popular is overrated, being new is annoying. while doing a similar concept is being a wannabe, doing a different one is ridiculous. when you go through a scandal, they tell you that you should disband and when you have no scandals, they ask “who are these nobodies?” female idols deal with hate on a powerful level because part of the kpop fandom won’t be satisfied with them. as comebacks keep happening, the dislike towards girl groups spreads like a fire set by misogynists.”
LETTER FROM EYRICKA KING, RECEIVED 11 JULY 2017 ====================================
HELLO HOW ARE YOU? FINE I HOPE AS FOR ME NOT DOING WELL AT ALL. THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME! SERIOUSLY I GOT BACK TO FRANKLIN ON FRIDAY JUNE 30ᵀᴴ AND I’VE BEEN IN THE BOX SINCE I WAS ATTACKED BY SOME SARGENTS UPON MY ARRIVAL BACK HERE AND THROWN IN THE BOX TO SILENCE ME. HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I GOT BACK TO FRANKLIN THE PUT ME IN A DORM WITH THE SAME GUY (INMATE) WHO TRIED HAVING SEX WITH ME AND WHEN I REFUSED TO HAVE SEX HE SPIT ON ME, YOU REMEMBER WHEN THAT INCIDENT HAPPENED BACK IN APRIL, AND THE PREA DEPUTY MS. SOUTHERS HAD ME MOVED TO A BETTER DORM. OK UPON MY ARRIVAL TO THE DORM THE INMATE CAME TO THE DOOR WITH 3 OTHER INMATES AND THREATENED
TO ATTACK ME IF I CAME INTO THE HOUSE. SO I IMMEDIATLY TOLD THE OFFICER THAT I COULD NOT LIVE IN THAT DORM AND FOR HIM TO CALL A SARGENT, HE DID JUST THAT. THE SARGENT ARRIVED IN A BLACK VAN WITH 2 OTHER SARGENTS AND HE IMMEDIATLY SAID IT 9:00 AT NIGHT I DON’T FEEL LIKE DEALING WITH THIS PUSSY FAGGOT CUFF HIM NOW THE OTHER SARGENTS THEN BEGAN RUFFING ME UP THEY SLAMMED ME FACE FIRST ON A BRICK WALL LUCKILY NOTHING SEVERE HAPPENED TO MY FACE BUT I WAS SLAMMED SO HARD ONTO THE WALL MY RIGHT BREAST INPLANT SWELLED UP EXTRA BIG AND IS BRUISED THEY BEGAN PUNCHING ME AND SAYING YOU ARE A MAN WHAT IS A FUCKING TRANSGENDER
I WAS CRYING AND BEGGING FOR THEM TO STOP BEATING ME ONE SARGENT SAID AINT THAT WHAT YOU LIKE YOU LIKE MEN TO MAN HANDLE YOU. THEY THEN THREW ME IN THE BACK OF THE VAN BEAT UP AND STILL CUFFED AND DROVE ME TO THE BOX AND STRIPPED ME NAKED AND THREW ME IN A CELL IVE BEEN IN THE SAME CELL SINCE, THEY ARE DENYING ME MEDICAL TREATMENT IVE BEEN ▦ IN SO MUCH PAIN AND SO OUT OF IT I HAVENT EATEN SINCE FRIDAY MORNING JUNE 30ᵀᴴ. ——– IM SO SCARED I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO REALLY HURT ME AND TRY TO SAY IT WAS A SUICIDE. PLEASE CONTACT EVERYBODY THE NEWS STATIONS CALL THE FACILITY ASK TO SPEAK WITH MS. SAUTHERS AND DEPUTY RONALD FOSTER HAVE ——– AND
——– HELP, CONTACT ——– ALSO I NEED OUT OF THE BOX BEFORE IT’S TO LATE I SWEAR ——– I THINK I MIGHT DIE IN HERE PLEASE HELP ME
I WROTE YOU 3 DIFFERENT TIMES SINCE THIS HAPPENED ONLY TO GET THE MAIL RETURNED TO ME SHREDDED UP IN PIECES, THANKS TO ONE GOOD OFFICER THAT CAME TO THE CELL TODAY AND TOLD ME HE SEE’S EVERYTHING THEY DOING TO ME AND THAT HE GOING TO MAKE SURE THIS LETTER GETES MAILED OUT. AGAIN ——– HELP ME DO EVERY AND ANYTHING YOU GUYS CAN TO GET ME OUT OF HERE. F2L IS MY ONLY HOPE.
THEY ONLY CARE ONCE YOU HAVE PEOPLE FROM THE OUTSIDE CALL IN. HAVE ——– CONTACT THE COMMISSIONER GUY THAT SHE BEEN SPEAKING WITH. ——– I DONT WANNA BE IN THE BOX I DID NOTHING WRONG HELP ME.
P.S. I PRAY THIS LETTER REACHES YOU.
==================================== Assist by calling these numbers:
Jason Effman…Head PREA person in Albany…518-457-3955 Franklin Correctional Facility: 518 483 6040. (You can ask to talk to Deputy Deb Southers or a sergeant). Office of Special Investigations Department of Corrections and Community Supervision (PREA office)…(518)-457-2653 Office of the Inspector General…(518) 474-1010
and demanding that Eyricka be transferred out of Franklin to a facility closer to NYC with protective custody that is *not* solitary confinement. Eyricka’s DIN# is 16A4486. If you call, reply to this post or reblog with a summary so that we can know what kind of impact we are having.
hi hey hELLLLOoo. I’m tay! Sometimes I speak words really prettily into a microphone and change the way my voice sounds in hopes people will like it. I’m kind of not really a huge deal, Willow my pup is more big than me. I’m super sweet and outgoing, so i think at least; (nothing like my dramatic gif) UM i would absolutely LOVE for everyone to message me and we can talk about hippos or something? (yes i said hippos i love them) ANYWHOOO. Slide on over my way and befriend me i swear you will not regret it AT ALL. I have cheesy pick up lines and dumb jokes..Reach me at kissmeagain.tay ! I will be so ready for you GUYS AH. hyped to the max.
I am all here for rubbing the space between Prince Adam’s eyes when he’s the Beast. Not even just there, but imagine him like curled up against you while you’re reading to him and you place your hand on his head. You start idly brushing out his hair, letting your fingers sink deeper and deeper. I bet you it probably feels really good. Bonus points if you lean in, tangling your fingers into his fur and pressing your forehead against his tenderly after you’re done reading.
This is part 2 of the got7 boyfriend series that i have started. I wasn’t going to continue but with the good response the mark one got i thought why tf not. I’m going on holiday next wednesday so maybe i’ll be able to get Jaebum and Jackson done before i leave but don’t quote me on that lmao. Without further ado, i hope you guys enjoy this scenario xx.
love you all and stay safe <3
He’s so cute i can’t
How you guys met and start dating?
You both met on your radio show
kina like johnny and jaehyuns night night you and your bandmate decided to make a radio show
and you invited different idols that were iether coming back or debuting
and jinyoung and JB happened to be on it for their JJ progect comeback
yall have some quality bants with eachother
and you kinda don’t want the shoot to end cuz hello park jinyoung and im jaebum are in front of you rn
Jb just caught your eye as soon as he walked in
acc he’s always been your bias in got7
you’ nver tell him that tho
his smile lit up the room
you caught his eye immedietly
he had no shame casting looks at you the whole interview
like he would even stare at you blaitantly for longer than neccessary
obviously you noticed
which cased a permanant blush to dust your cheeks for the whole interview
which mkes him smug asf cuz wow he has this effect on you and you’ve barley known eachother for 2 mins
you only met his eye about 3 times cuz you were shy
doesn’t stop him from asking for your number afterwards tho
ofc you say yes cuz like common its JB of got7 this is a big deal
once your home and all just chilling
you get a sudden text
from an unknown number
but the text says “hey its jb”
and you like nearly faint cuz like oml this is hapening right?
and your like hey you texted
and he’s like ofc , you can’t get rid of me that easily
which leads you two to talk like all night
until you force him to go to bed around 2am cuz “you need your rest”
and after you leave him on read he’s like awe cuz you care about him and his health
and you both go to bed with smiles on your faces
fastforwards like 2 weeks and you and jb are close asf
like everyone thinks your dating
and when you tell them nah we’re just friends they’re like yh sure friends don’t act like that
but like yall both like eachother
and both kinda know it but you don’t wanna ruin this friendship thing
but one day when you and jb are chilling at his apartment you’re like “so what are we”
and he’s like “idk about you but i want us to be us like you know, together as one”
and he stares at you the whole time whilst saying that
and you’re like oh shit and you’re frozen cuz you weren’t expecting him to give you a straight answer WHY DIDN’T YOU THINK AHEAD
but like you didn’t notice him slowly moving closer and closer to you
until you hear his voice like right in front of you saying “and i have a feeling you want the same”
and you just nod cuz like where did your voice go idk?
and he beams at you with that beautiful smile of his and goes in to kiss you
Hey anon ! Congrats ! You’re the first one who requested something :D
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You’re talking the 20th time with same worker in the week at his company Chen: You’re jealous Suho: No I am just …. Got a problem with it ? Chen: Yes ! I’m not your slave
You both are at a company-fair You: Hey my best friend is here. I’ll go talk to him He pulls you body to him D.O: NO ! you‘re not going anywhere… I can’t risk a scandal now
Sehun: Really this guy? He never can get to my level why should I worry. Now let me do my work. Love ya’
First meeting with him Tao: Yeah that was really something. sweetie why did you never mention him ? After it Tao: seriously what do you like about him? He is not even funny only worth to killing
Lay: Please never meet him again. I have informations about him you don’t want to know. He is disgusting and has done… things (Kind of a lie)
walking outside and you look after a random guy Chan: Thanks for choosing my next victim You: I never told you something Chan: Your glance at him was enough
You’re out with your friend and let him stay over night because it is already late. The next day You: Baek have you seen my friend somewhere? I can’t find him Baek: No You: Baekhyun. Do you have him ? Baek: No
Kai: Not this gun it has to be a sound absorber in it. Shooting quiet you know
Xiu: why locking me into this? I still can get out of this sweetheart You: You’re dangerous when you’re jealous Xiu: Me jealous why should I? I already own you
You both walking outside taking some time alone and you then meet an old male friend after a long time. Luhan says nothing only starre at him watching all his moves
Chen meeting the guy you meet when he works Chen: I don’t like you Guy: You’re just jealous because you don’t have much time for her Chen: Listen one more wrong move and I make you life worse with just one click. You now have the permission to go
You visit him and talks only about your old friend you met before When you go back home he calls Chan Kris: Chanyeol you got a new Mission. Kidnap this guy and bring him to me. He destroys my free time with my girl.
Exactly two years ago, I recalled at my first national championship
and to be honest, I feel very weird about it.
Maybe this is my personal contribution to the “What’s Your Dance Story” ask, maybe this is just a waste of space to get some things off my chest. But really, I think it’s just about time I finally discuss a few of the reasons why I fell off the competitive map in 2016.
The 2015 North American Irish National Championships in Providence, Rhode Island, was my first national competition.
I had been in open championships for roughly eight months, although due to a transfer ban, I had only competed twice at that level prior to the 2015 North American Irish Dancing Championships. I was not expecting to make the top half.
I’ll never forget the surge of emotions I experienced upon hearing the announcer call number 125 – my number – for the recall. Shock, joy, relief, disbelief. I just sort of collapsed there against the back corner of the ballroom and shamelessly cried until I managed to get up and find my parents. I cried on the escalator trying to find lunch to eat, I cried before my set, I cried after my set, I cried that night in the shower trying to scrub the orange Sally Hansen off my thighs. It all seemed so shocking, so wonderful, so surreal.
But that’s the thing about competitive Irish dance. It’s sort of like childbirth. You go through hell and back training for that one lofty goal, and when at long last you reach the finish line, you’re too overjoyed to dwell on the pain.
No one said it’d be easy, they said it’d be worth it.
But was it really?
In many ways, it certainly was. No matter how difficult things were, I obtained my end goal. A beautiful medal, a set dance in a quiet hall, the status of being in the top division of North America. At face value, it was a total success. Even behind the scenes it certainly was a beneficial experience for me in many ways. Recalling at nationals gave me a reason to believe in myself and my abilities. It more than proved to me that hard work always beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard. In the six months of training leading up to the 2015 Nationals, I relearned to dance. I reinvented my style. I received invaluable instruction and insight at classes. I finally felt like part of the “champion” crowd. I started placing at feises. I even won a sash. I was on the right track to qualifying for worlds – a goal I had previously believed to be intangible.
Everything was great.
Actually, not it wasn’t.
It was supposed to be great, but it wasn’t.
I won a sash at a feis. I got third place at a competition against a world champion.
I’d also spent majority of the day hyperventilating in my car. I was a big fish in a small pond, and I suspected all the small fish wanted to eat me alive.
But hey, I won a sash.
I went to a feis with 40 people in my open championship.
I hadn’t slept in a week. I cried in the bathroom. Everyone was watching and I screwed everything up.
I placed in the top fifteen and won a giant trophy.
I got sick all the time. I couldn’t last the entire day at school. I lived at the doctor’s office.
“No one gives a shit, Annabelle,” so I dragged myself to dance anyway.
I recalled and place 30th at the Southern Region Oireachtas.
I can’t do it anymore. I quit.
Permanently? Temporarily? I hadn’t thought out the specifics, but I was certain I needed to cut myself out of the feis world indefinitely before it swallowed me up.
Find what you love and let it kill you
Guys. Listen. Listen to me. Don’t be an edge lord.
I get what this quote is trying to say, but honestly, if you have any inkling that something is *literally* KILLING you, stop. Stand back. Take time off. Assess the situation. Get help. I won’t say that I was suicidal my senior year of high school, because I wasn’t, but dance was most definitely killing me. It began in the training leading up to nationals, but I notice the warning signs because I was too high off my own success to care. I was young enough to still be impressionable and vulnerable, but I sure as hell was old enough that I should have stopped and gotten myself help long before I did. While certainly at the time I was struggling with anxiety stemming from the pressures of competition, the stress of being at a new dance school, and the demands of senior year, I was also dealing with un-diagnosed narcolepsy, which I have to believe exacerbated all of my other problems to a certain extent.
Anxiety is real, burnout is real, it’s okay to hit reset and start again.
(I mean come on, evenLin-Manuel Miranda agrees, so it must be true.)
I still believe that no good competitive result is fought without a hard battle. I still believe that hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard. But I also believe that sometimes you just have to take a break and back yourself right out of a bad situation.
Two Years Later
Things are great.
They’re not perfect, but they’re great.
I didn’t think I’d return to competing until my second year of college, if at all, but I impulsively transferred schools and signed up for the Munsters last fall.
I don’t think I’ve made a better decision in my life. I love my teacher. I hope I can be like him when I grow up. I love the students. I hope I can raise dancers as kind and as talented as them when I grow up. In short, I hope I can use everything I’ve learned from the good times and the bad times of my competitive career to help students in my own school one day.
Things aren’t the same though as they were before I let the pressures of competing consume my life. I’m still working on remembering every reason why I love to dance competitively. I’m still working on not being anxious in dance classes. But slowly, it all comes back. I’m not what I was before I became so disillusioned in competing, but I’m working on it. There is plenty good left in this sport, and it’s worth sticking around for.