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on racism, anti-asian sentiment, and breaking the silence

eight people were murdered in georgia a few days ago. it was tuesday, march 16th, 2021. six of the victims were asian women, and all of them died at the hands of one angry white man.

and, already, people are trying to dismiss it as yet another misogynistic attack on women. already, people are trying to skirt around the bigger issue here, which is that this was 100%, without a doubt, racism.

[i mean, come on. he didn’t go to a regular old strip club. he didn’t go to any other establishments that aren’t primarily asian. the very first spa the shooter attacked was called young’s asian spa. you can’t get much more direct than that.]

so, let’s talk about racism—and specifically, anti-asian racism in the united states, since that is what’s relevant here. let’s talk about how the first comments that i saw on twitter as these georgia murders were breaking, were jokes about how the victims didn’t get a “happy ending”. horrible, horrible comments about sex workers, and asian sex workers in particular.

let’s talk about the chinese exclusion act of 1882, which was the first instance of a law that restricted immigration into the united states. let’s talk about how chinese immigrants and even their american-born children couldn’t become citizens until 1943. let’s talk about the japanese internment camps of wwii, which uprooted the lives of tens upon thousands of japanese-americans in the united states. let’s talk about the page act of 1875, which effectively barred chinese women from entering the united states even before the chinese exclusion act that followed seven years later.

and if that’s not enough, let’s talk about more recent examples of racism and discrimination and microagressions. let’s talk about the 1970s myth that the msg in chinese food is bad for you, despite the fda now recognizing it as safe to consume. let’s talk about yellowface in hollywood, which happened as recently as 2017 with ghost in the shell and scarlett johansson. let’s talk about the innumerable stereotypical asian characters we see in movies and tv shows—from the incredibly offensive caricatures (looking at you, breakfast at tiffany’s) to the comic relief asian computer nerd sidekick or the quirky manic pixie dream girl.

let’s talk about cultural appropriation. about the fetishization of asian women, and “yellow fever”. about how asian men are degraded as effeminate. about how korean and japanese culture are so commonly fetishized to the point that we have names for those who are guilty of the act.

let’s talk about how this kind of racism runs rampant still, especially in the anime and kpop communities. the number of posts i’ve seen on my dash about these murders? painfully, heartbreakingly few.

and that? that fucking hurts. that hurts, when 95% of the blogs i follow are kpop blogs. that hurts, when my entire dashboard on sunday was filled with the racism and xenophobia of the “scammys” and how bts were snubbed. that hurts, when everyone was up in arms about that german radio host who made racist remarks about bts. that hurts, because we’re all on here, day after day, to celebrate the music and the accomplishments of seven korean men. seven asian men. but now that attacks on aapis have gone up 150% in the last year alone? now that asians are dying?

radio. fucking. silence.

and yeah. maybe it’s easier to rally behind the existing rhetoric. maybe it’s easier to pile on to the continuing conversation about the institutionalized racism and politicization of the grammys. maybe all of those things are easier than taking a good hard look at your own internalized discrimination, and how you yourself are complicit in anti-asian racism.

and look, this isn’t meant to be a targeted call out post. i don’t have anyone specific in mind as i’m writing this. this is simply meant to be a reminder, to check your own words and actions and to be aware of how they may affect others. to be aware of the struggles of your aapi friends and neighbors, and how they’ve been suffering in silence for so, so long.

so now, here we are. eight people are dead and that’s apparently what it takes to force this nation into a long overdue conversation about anti-asian racism and sentiment. it took the lives of soon c. park, hyun jung grant, suncha kim, yong a. yu, delaina ashley yaun, paul andre michels, xiaojie tan, and daoyou fen. and while they may be gone, we are still here.

and we can not and will not be your silent, model minority anymore.

torturedpoetessdepartment

if you are a non asian person who is a lover of asian culture and asian media, you have to stand up against violence towards asians. you cannot claim to love a culture and be silent when the people it belongs to are being attacked.

thatlittleegyptologist

There's a post going around about how Ancient Egyptian murals are being whitewashed while getting restored. Is there any truth to this?

If you mean this post, then no. Just no. 100x no.

You may have already seen @rudjedet‘s response, which should tell you how the Egyptology gang is currently feeling about this. I’m going to go through it bit by bit, though perhaps not the video because I think my blood pressure will go through the roof.

Let’s preface the whole ask with this: Conservationists working on ancient art and artefacts, do not, and I repeat, do not, add paint where it is unnecessary. When they do make changes, as per conservation rules, everything is reversible. No conservationist makes changes that cannot be undone. Paint or otherwise.

So, the tomb of Nefertari underwent conservation that began in 1988, and this is where the post says the ‘white washing occurred’. Let’s put it this way, the tomb had already been open for 84 years at the point of restoration (discovered and opened in 1904). It had been extensively photographed and documented before work began by numerous people. It’d be a really stupid thing to do to actively just paint over and then be like ‘lol nah those old photos of it are just wrong’. You can’t get away with stuff like that. Due to the nature of the limestone and surrounding water table, the tomb was already in a poor state. Sodium chloride, or table salt, had formed beneath the paint and plaster, thus causing it to flake off. Opening the tomb accelerated the process, and a fifth of the paintings were lost before work began. I will provide this quote from the man, Paolo Mora, former Chief Conservator at the Istituto Centrale del Restauro in Rome, whose team carried out the work: ‘”Our goal," says Mr. Mora, "was to stop deterioration and consolidate what was possible. We did not add color. Nothing. It was cleaning, consolidation, and stop.”’ (Source)

So the post presents this comparison image, with the one on the left supposedly being the ‘before’ and the right being the ‘after’:

The claim is that the conservation team led by Mr Mora in 1988, painted over Ma’at’s skin to make her appear ‘white’. *please just at this point imagine me pinching the bridge of my nose and sighing, because that is what I did on reading this*

Firstly, the image on the left has been darkened. Egyptian backgrounds are bright white, not a dirty yellow. So, I did a reverse image search for that particular image. That took me to this post from 2016 on Facebook, by @egypt-museum and provided this image:

This image is fairly obviously a facsimile/altered copy of a similar scene from the tomb of Nefertari. How do I know this? Well, for starters, the art is inferior to that of the tomb itself. If you look at the original comparison image more closely, you can see that there is far less detail in the image on the left. The hair is in the wrong place. The hieroglyphs are less detailed, and cruder. The image on the right looks like it has been painted onto plaster, as you can see variations in the colour, particularly on the dress of Ma’at, wherein more paint has been applied in some areas than others. On the left image it is solid. If you’re not convinced by this particular set of information, then I can offer this:

This is an image of the original scene (highlighted on the right), taken in situ within the tomb of Nefertari. I took this screenshot from this video, from this website, which was a project to digitally scan every inch of the tomb to provide a VR experience. Since photography is not allowed in tombs in either the Valley of the Kings or the Valley of the Queens, unless academic, most people wouldn’t know where the scene sits within the tomb. In this case, it is right at the front, mirrored either side of the entrance steps of the tomb. This means it’s high up. You can see that in the video itself, as in the top left corner you can see a white circle with arrows. If you pause the video you can actually move the video around to get a better look at it. This enabled me to take this screenshot:

You can see the image is over the stairs, on a small ledge, and has a niche before it, and the ceiling is covered in stars as in typical in Egyptian tombs. A clearer image is this one from Getty Images:

Now compare this shot of the scene in situ within the tomb, to the one that says it’s the ‘original’. The ‘original’ looks like it’s in a corner, yes, but that corner seems to sit on the floor. There are no stars on the ceiling in the ‘original’ image. There is no damage at all to the scene, even though this tomb is well documented to be damaged, and damage can be see on the in situ image. You’ll also note on the image deemed to be the ‘original’ that the wall on the right comes out towards the viewer, marking the scene as one in a niche, whereas the scene shown in situ in the actual tomb is shown to be stepped out from the preceding scene. They’re not even remotely showing the same place.

Even if none of that persuades you, please know that the Egyptian gods were said, by the Egyptians, to have skin the colour of gold and hair made of lapis lazuli. Humans are shown to have dark skin tones, but Gods often do not. There are exceptions, usually the Anthropomorphic gods and always Osiris, but by and large they are depicted with golden (not white) skin tones for a reason.

The image purported to be the ‘original’ is a copy that has changed the skin tones. It is nothing like the original that I have show here in its original context. So, that’s the first falsehood in the post. Let’s move on to the next one.

This image, you kinda have to laugh at. The largest image shows a conservator from the British Museum doing work on the banquet scene from the tomb of Nebamun. What she’s actually doing here is strengthening the edges, as these scenes were removed from the tomb and then the tomb was lost (I know, even Egyptologists think this was a shitshow). You can see the full image here:

(Source - The British Museum)

They don’t look white to me. Am I missing something? Or do people seriously think Egyptologists and Conservators would take photos of themselves actively white washing paintings and put them on the internet? *bridge of nose pinch, sigh*

So, moving on to the top image in that set. This is a scene from the tomb of Thutmose IV:

(Source - Getty Images)

You’ll notice that the image presented by OP has been darkened ever so slightly in an attempt to present a stronger case. That’s not going to help you here. Firstly, you can see the brush strokes and how the paint has been soaked up into the plaster, secondly, if this was ‘white washing’ as is claimed, then the ‘white washers’ appear to have missed 6 figures in their attempt. Seriously, there’s a nice close up of Thutmose IV and Osiris:

(source - Getty images)

Yeah, seems totally white. Not a black guy at all.

Here’s another image from the same section of the tomb:

(Source - Getty Images)

Notice how it’s only the goddesses that are paler? Might there be an Egyptian art convention, and cultural reason for this to be happening? Yes!! Not only are the goddesses here portrayed with yellow/gold skin, as I said previously gods have golden skin, but it is typical within Egyptian art decorum for women, who typically spent more time inside to be depicted in a yellow colour, rather than the deep brown of the men. They’re not white! Far from it! If you’re seeing white people then you really know nothing about Ancient Egyptian cultural norms. Just look at this close up of one of the goddesses from that scene:

(Source -Getty Images)

This goddess (Hathor) isn’t white. Nor has she been depicted as such, as you can see through the brush strokes in the paint by the original artisan.

Here’s another image of one of the goddesses:

(Source - Getty Images)

Yeah, she looks white. I won’t deny that. But I can tell you that the Egyptians were not portraying her as a white woman. Again, this is the goddess Hathor for goodness sake. Can you see the red lines around the eye and eyebrow? That’s line art. When the Egyptians start a scene like this, they always do an ochre red line art, and then correct themselves as they move to the final product (except in the case of the tomb of Thutmose III, whose tomb is deliberately all in line art style). They change positioning etc. Notice how you can see it here? You wouldn’t if someone had come along and painted this woman ‘white’.

A really good book to read on the use of colour and how people are portrayed would be Heinrich Schäfer’s ‘Principles of Egyptian Art’, or you can freely ‘borrow’ Gay Robins’ ‘The Art of Ancient Egypt’ from this link (free account needed). Also, as a final note. Thutmose IV’s tomb has never undergone modern restoration. It was restored by Horemheb c.1319-1292, and there’s graffiti in the tomb noting this restoration. You can read about that here.

Moving on to the final image in that segment:

I’ve done a reverse search on this image, and I cannot find the original papyrus it comes from, though I can tell you that the papyrus dates to the New Kingdom based on the woman’s mode of dress. But it is on papyrus, and that’s something I can talk about. Notice how her face skin tone is the same colour as the papyrus colour surrounding it? That’s because the face was never painted. Either because they forgot, or they didn’t want to lose detail in the face. It’s not been painted over to hide her blackness. They would have done a real crappy job, because the rest of her is still black. Are Egyptologists stupid or incompetent in these scenarios I wonder?

The next image I’ll discuss is the side by side comparison of the wooden Bust of Tutankhamun. Here’s the image OP provides:

According to them, the lips and nose have been thinned to make Tutankhamun appear more ‘white’. The fun thing about Tutankhamun is that the Griffith Institute at Oxford University, have the entire collection of Harry Burton’s original photographs from the excavation of Tutankhamun’s tomb, just out there for anyone to look at. So I went through the photos to find the bust from the original excavation. I cannot post the full pictures here as the Griffith Institute state that the photos must not be reproduced under any circumstances without express permission from them. However, I will link to both of the photos, with their Burton photograph numbers here:

Burton Photo No. P0325 Burton Photo No. P0326

Both of those photos match the 2019 version, right down to the missing paint/varnish on the nose, and earring holes in the ears. You’ll notice the ‘1924′ version OP says is the original has neither of these. So, I did a little digging for the ‘1924′ photo. Reverse image search brought me to this image from Getty Images:

If you click the link to the source I’ve provided, you’ll see the photo is entitled:

Restoration 1924: An artist retouches paint on a statue from the tomb of Tutankhamen for the Egyptian exhibit at Wembley. (Photo by General Photographic Agency/Getty Images)

Now that struck me as odd, as Tutankhamun’s artefacts rarely leave Egypt, and have in fact only been to the UK twice: once in 1972 at the British Museum in London, and then again in 2019 at the Saachi Gallery in London. So I looked for a 1924 exhibition, and low and behold I found that there had been an exhibition in 1924 of Tutankhamun’s treasures as part of a ‘British Empire Exhibition’ at Wembley. This was an exhibition that recreated the entirety of Tutankhamun’s tomb in replicas to show visitors what had been found. The above image, and the one that is purported to be the ‘original’ is actually a photo of an artist finishing up a replica of the wooden bust from the tomb of Tutankhamun not the actual original bust.

The final image I’ll discuss is this one:

Honey, that’s a shitty banana leaf ‘papyrus’ replica of a scene from the tomb of Nebamun. The original remains untouched, and you can’t yell at Egyptologists for shitty racist copies of original art shops sell to people. The Nebamun image exists, and is on display in all its original glory. In fact, if you scroll back up to the section where I mention Nebamun in this post before, you’ll see these two guys just chilling and enjoying their banquet. This scene is on display at the British Museum. If we’re white washing we’re doing a terrible job of it by just having this where everyone can see it.

The other two images are of Egyptologists and Archaeologists doing conservation work on tombs. Unless someone can point me to specific white washing in those photos, then they’re just there for nonsensical reasons.

The video is hilariously bad. It’s painfully obvious that it’s an early 2000′s production, using actors to pretend to be Egyptologists, while saying terrible racist things. I mean just look at this woman’s face as she says ‘replace african names with arabic and european names’

That’s some really bad acting there bud. Everyone is looking shifty and pulling their best ‘evil plot face’ and I just cannot take it seriously.

So, yeah, that post is bunk. If you’re not convinced by the evidence presented, then that’s fine. Just please look into it more, and ask yourself ‘do I believe that a very narrowly defined infographic by an unknown author is telling me the absolute god honest truth?’ Think critically, not reactionary.

[I have a ko-fi for people who’ve enjoyed my posts. This one took 5 hours]

sophisticatedswifts

I have a question. What do you call these three things? They have different names depending on where you live, and I’m curious.

cowboy

British English is beyond aid

flowerboyluhann

Freezies, shopping cart, hair tie/elastic

flowerboyluhann

Why do Korean rappers do that thing where they’re “daddy” af on stage but then are super smol and fluffy IRL. It hurts my icy heart.

flowerboyluhann

Still thinking about how I got called anti black for this post

yunhohs

demon

#let me hit that queue

nctaezen

TAEYONG — PUNCH

#let me hit that queue

urfavescorpio

it’s a razor scooter to the ankle type of year

#let me hit that queue

Three Favors - Part 2

Lee Taeyong Con Artist AU

Warnings : Swearing, Angst-ish

[Part One]

Lee Taeyong Con Artist AU Warnings: Swearing, Angst-ish ~ I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I was wrong. First, I got fired from on

A few days later, Taeyong showed up at my apartment with a red, slim fitting satin dress with a slit up one leg. He had returned all of my stuff the day before in exchange for details of the museums security system. There was no way for me to back out now.

"What's this for?" I asked, holding up the dress.

"That, my dear, is for the auction we will being attending together. We go to the auction and pretend to be bidders, the power goes out, the paintings go missing, and so do we."

"What exactly are you planning on taking?" I asked, surely he had to be thinking of taking the most expensive ones.

"Don't worry about that, Princess. For now, just worry about getting ready for the auction."

I did as Taeyong said and went to my room to put on the dress, along with some black heels and jewelry, then did my hair and makeup. I guess it's important to look like we were serious bidders which meant we had to get dressed up and look rich. Although I'm sure if Taeyong does this often, he actually is rich.

I returned to the living room and Taeyong was now wearing a black suit with a red tie and handkerchief to match my dress.

"You look nice." I said from behind him. He stopped adjusting his tie when he heard my voice and looked up. He turned around and walked over to me, his hands immediately resting on my waist.

"You look," He looked me up and down and smirked, like he always does. "hot."

I scoffed at him and removed his hands from my waist. "Hands off, we're here to 'work' as you call it, not make googly eyes and drool over one another."

"Good point." Taeyong cleared his throat. "We should get going."

We left my apartment and Taeyong drove us to the auction house. Surprisingly, he had a really nice car, a black Camaro. We walked around and talked with other buyers inside, acting as if we were normal, Taeyong getting a little too handsy at times and then saying it's because 'we have to look like a couple.' I knew that wasn't true, nobody here cared if we were together.

Honestly most people didn't even notice me, they were too busy looking at Taeyong or the paintings, some people would argue they're both art. Soon enough, the lights flickered and the power went out. That meant Taeyong had exactly 4 minutes and 36 seconds to take whatever paintings and get out.

He grabbed ahold of my face with both hands and leaned in close, so close I could feel his breathe on my eyelashes.

"Now's our chance, Princess. Meet me by the car in three minutes."

Taeyong quickly let go and disappeared once again. I made my way through the crowd and towards the staff exit. Taeyongs car was parked in the same spot mine was the day he approached me, because as I had told him, it was the only part of the building the cameras could not see. The few minutes waiting for him felt like hours, but eventually he came out the same door I did, carrying three canister tubes of what I assumed held the paintings he stole.

"Let's go." He said, a smile lit up his face. This was the first time I had actually seen him smile, not smirk, since we met. It almost made me feel guilty for what I was about to do to him.

I got into the passenger side of the car as he got in the driver's side and started the engine. He sped off down the road toward a safe house he said the cops wouldn't be able to find.

When we got there, we quickly made our way inside. It was a condo, way nicer than the apartment I was living in. Taeyong hid the paintings in a safe in the bedroom, not even bothering to hide the code from me. I was standing near the bed when he came over and stood in front of me. His hands found their way to my waist and he pulled me closer to him.

"Fun, wasn't it?" He asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

I nodded, placing my hands against his chest and lightly pushing him backwards onto the bed, crawling on top of him and straddling his waist. For some reason, there was already a pair of handcuffs sitting on the bedside table. I grabbed them and swung them over a metal bar on the headboard, and then locked both of Taeyongs wrists in them. He just looked up at his hands and then back at me and smirked.

"I didn't take you as the kinky type, Princess."

I smiled innocently at him before gently placing a kiss against his lips and down his jawline, whispering in his ear. "Tell me about the three favors."

He chuckled slightly underneath me. "They revolved around you."

"Go on." I said curiously and continued to pepper kisses down his neck.

"The first favor was from your building manager. I blackmailed him into giving me all your information and letting me in the building He never gave me your name though, but that’s okay, ‘Princess’ works for me. The second was from a rookie cop who I blackmailed into 'misplacing' your police report so it wouldn't be investigated. And the third favor of course was from you, robbing the museum. The first two favors were just to ensure you agreed to help me. It was all so you would help me."

I sat up to look at Taeyong. "Why me?"

"Because I've seen you around, I thought you might make a good partner in crime."

I leaned back in close to him, hovering my lips lightly above his. "Oh yeah? A shame isn't it."

"A shame? Why?" There was a slight hint of panic in his voice but he was in too much of a trance to react. I got up and stood beside the bed. "You let your guard down Taeyong." I said, pulling the burner phone out of the strap around my thigh and ending the recording.

"Fuck." Taeyong mumbled, probaby thinking I was going to rat him out to the cops.

I walked over to the safe and started to put in the code. "Maybe the reason I seemed like I could be a good partner in crime is because I'm already a criminal."

I grabbed all the paintings and closed the safe, making sure to wipe my fingerprints.

"This is what I get for mixing feelings with work." Taeyong laughed ironically.

I walked back to him and leaned in close. "We both did, Taeyong. The only difference is that I didn't let that distract me." I reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys. "Thanks." I smirked.

"So what, You're just gonna take the paintings and leave me here?" He asked, now yanking at his wrists in the handcuffs.

"Oh, of course not, the police are already on their way. They'll find you here, along with this recording of you confessing." I said, placing the phone on a table too far for him to reach.

"Good luck, Taeyong. You'll need it."

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Three Favors - Part 1

Lee Taeyong Con Artist AU

Warnings: Swearing, Angst-ish

I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I was wrong. First, I got fired from one of my jobs for being "too mouthy", but luckily I still have my other job at the museum. Then someone was knocking on my door right as I was about to eat. I groaned and made my way to the door. When I opened it, there was two cops stood there, one with red hair and the other with back hair, the latter being quite a bit taller.

"Hi ma’am, I'm Officer Lee and this is my partner Officer Seo. We've had reports of drug paraphernalia in the building, we're going to need to search your apartment."

I rolled my eyes at the officer. Why would I have drugs?

"Yeah, well. Not unless you have a warr-" I stopped mid sentence when the red haired cop, Officer Lee, shoved a warrant in my direction. The two of them pushed passed me into my apartment.

"Okay well, I'm not staying for this, I'll be at the cafe down the street." I grabbed my purse and keys before they could stop me from leaving, let's just hope they aren't crooked cops.

Something about this situation seemed odd, but to say I wasn't surprised would be an understatement. I sort of expected something like this to happen soon, my apartment building wasn't exactly the best. We had our fair share of drug dealers, crackheads, and drunks living in the building. The only thing even remotely surprising was how attractive that asshole cop Officer Lee was.

I went to the cafe and after a while of waiting for them to search my apartment, I went back. On the way out of the elevator, I passed by Officer Lee. For a quick second it seem almost as if he winked at me as he was getting in the elevator, and there was definitely a smirk on his face.

I brushed it off and continued to my apartment. When I opened the door, I dropped my purse and went still. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I should have known something was up, it seemed odd but I didn't think anything of it. Most of my things were gone, everything that could be sold. I quickly turned around and ran in the direction of the elevator. It was gone and so was the guy who just robbed me. I pulled my phone from my pocket and called the actual police.

The next day, after filing a police report of everything I could think of that was stolen, I had to push myself to go to work. I was still angry with myself for letting that happen, but I had to put on a happy face and give educational tours, working as a docent in a museum meant I had to be friendly. Thankfully, I got through my entire shift without snapping on anyone. I changed out of my work clothes into a more casual outfit and walked to my car around the back of the building. It was dark and the ally was slightly creepy but it was something I had gotten used to. Something I had not, however, was the red haired thief leaned up against my car with a cocky smirk on his face. I stopped a few feet away from him, my blood boiled and I probably looked like I was about to murder him.

"What's wrong, Princess? You're not still upset are you?" He chuckled.

"Are you kidding me? You robbed me! Of course I'm upset!" I yelled and pulled my phone out of my pocket, ready to call the police.

Before I could dial, he reached out and grabbed my wrists, stopping me from moving at all. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

He was suddenly a lot closer, his face only inches from mine. I was so frustrated that I just wanted to cry, but I didn't.

"What do you want?" I asked, keeping up the charade of bravery.

"Come on, we're both going to get into your car, and I'll propose a deal, a trade if you will."

I sighed, there was no way for me to get out of this, I was just going to have to do what he said.

"Fine."

He pulled my car keys from my hands, a smirk still on his lips, and unlocked it. He opened the driver side door for me to get in and I did. He went around to the passenger side and shut the door behind him.

"Now, you have two options. Either you take the deal I offer you, or you mysteriously disappear and no one ever finds out what happened to you. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head yes. "What's the deal?"

"I assume you're smart enough to have figured out by now that I'm a con artist. I play a specific game, a game of favors, three favors to be exact. In this particular con, you do me the last favor."

"Okay... what's the favor I have to do for you?"

"You're gonna help me rob the museum."

"I'm what!? I will not help you do that, I would rather disappear than go to jail!"

This guy had to be insane if he thought I would help him.

"There's something in it for you, Princess." He chuckled, a low and attractive rumble in his throat.

Maybe I was the insane one if I was thinking about him being attractive when he has me in this situation.

"What could possibly be in it for me that would make me even consider doing this?"

"You'll get all your stuff back, and a guarantee that we won't get caught."

I sat silent for a minute, thinking over my options. There was really no way for me to get out of this safely without helping him.

"So, what's your answer?" He raised his eyebrow in question, a single notch through the end of it. Although he was sitting here manipulating me into breaking the law, I had to admit he was very attractive. He had a sharp jawline and dark, alluring eyes, the kind of face that could get you to do anything he wanted.

"Fine. I'll do it." I sighed.

"Good choice, I'll let you know how it's gonna happen, you just have to do what I tell you and you'll be safe." He turned and started to get out of the car when I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back

"Wait!"

He looked down at my hand wrapped around his wrist and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him and continued. "You never told me your name."

"Taeyong."

"Okay, my name is-." He cut me off before I could tell him.

"As far as I'm concerned, your name is Princess." He winked and left the car, disappearing into the ally.

[Part Two]

Lee Taeyong Con Artist AU Warnings : Swearing, Angst-ish [Part One] A few days later, Taeyong showed up at my apartment with a red, slim fi

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juuicejojo

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ttherose

The Rose paying homage to Jonghyun is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen <3

nctream

| to all the boys i’ve loved before! nct dream ;; and then, him

my letters are my most secret possession, i write them when i have a crush so intense, i don’t know what else to do. there are seven total: mark, from summer camp renjun, from rose café jeno, the school bad boy donghyuck, from science class jaemin, better known as the basketball team ace, chenle, the school photographer and jisung, from my after school club.