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Thus is the acceptance for the dismissal of Admin Hype Dragon~

Best of luck to you guys. Keep going, you're doing well. Goodbye.

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A Different Kind of Love

by Admin Hype Dragon.  THIS KIND OF JUST FELL OUT OF MY BRAIN. IT DOES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT AND IS PURELY MY OPINION. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. P.S. IT’S OKAY IF YOU DON’T AGREE. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The night sky was so relaxing as Jimin and I lay on a blanket in the snow. The wind

 was blowing, but not hard enough to escape the tops of the trees and above us, against an inky blackness, puffs of large white clouds slid past us like broken ice over a swift river. It was snowing anymore as we watched the storm clouds roll past. The tops of the trees swayed and dipped, valiant wind shields against the turbulant breeze. It wasn’t cold anymore, either and I felt like I was dreaming. Jimin’s body was stretched out beside me on the ground, his hoodie protecting him from the hard snow under the blanket. I couldn’t help but think how nice this was. How quiet it was. Just laying there, not thinking of anthing or anyone. No worries, no stress. It was just a break from reality. We didn’t have to be like the other kids. We didn’t go party, we didn’t have sex, we never even kissed. Jimin and I were just very comfortable with each other. It’s a different kind of love. But it was also the same love as everybody else’s. He loved me the way only he can. Jimin has his own singature romance. He does his own thing and protects me and cares for me. As I do for him. We are so open and so accepting of each other that “stereotypical lovers” are confused by us. “What do you mean you’ve never done it with him?” “How do you know he loves you, then?” He doesn’t have to touch me to show it. Love isn’t measured by the number of orgasms you get. Love is a whole lot more beautiful and challenging, and magical than that. Love exists when two people stop fearing themselves and let somebody else come closer. Love is when you let your own fears and old scars and self-agressions become known by another person. It takes a lot of strength to cry in front of someone. It takes a lot of strength to trust someone enough to stay with you. Sexual intercourse should only be a “treat”, rather than the whole party. Jimin and I didn’t even go to parties, though. We stayed outside and breathed in the whispers of passing storms. We carried dreams on our gently closing eyelashes. We held secrets in our palms that way we both knew when we hold hands. We were okay. We were just a little different. And it was all beautiful. A WORD FROM THE HYPE: To explain this, I am asexual. Which means I am not sexually attracted to anyone and abstain from relationships outside of friendship. I am, simply because that’s just how I roll. If this short scenario in anyway offended someone, please don’t hold a grudge. This my opinion and is supposed to only be for entertainment.  

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Sky Diving

by Admin Hype Dragon. The roar of the engine is deafening and despite the noise canceling headphones and the mic right next to my mouth, I can barely hear the jump instructor as he shouts step-by-step reminders of the actual jump the five of us, his students have been training for the last to weeks to master. It's my first time sky-diing and I am scared as hell. The jump instructor, a young guy but a bit older than me, is name Seok Jin. He goes by Jin usually and he has nice, graceful features, a bit of a pouting lower lip, long piano-playing fingers and a very elegant demeanor about him. Everybody likes Jin and he is exceptionally good at his job. "Okay. Last thing, when you jump, find your ripcord, but don't pull to soon. Wait, count to three and then pull. Any sooner and you will most likely end up too far away from the mark and we'll have to go get you. All ready?" Jin shouts as the side of the airplane rolls back and the plane levels out for us to jump.  The five of us shout back with various levels of excitement and courage, "Ready!"

 One at a time, I watch from the last seat as the other students fall out, sucked into the slip stream, falling into nothingness, the world spinning below them. Everybody else in my class has jumped before this, and they are all qualified to jump alone. This was only a refresher course for them. I, on the other hand, sit very still, scared shitless as I watch them get the instructor's pat on the back and jump out. My heart is pounding itself into powder. Jin pats my shoulder really hard and I tear my eyes away from the door to his face. He is very very close to me and still shoulding over the rush of wind and the roar of the engine. "Okay, rookie. This is the last load today and since it's your first, I will jump with you. The pilot opted out at the last second," he says with a crooked smile. I know he's joking but I also know he can see the fear in my saucer-sized eyes. "Up!" I stand on shakey legs and latch on to the tug bar on the roof of the plane. This bar is what keeps my balance as I march against the wind toward the door. Waiting at the door now, peering out into empending green and blue doom, I brace myself with both hands on either side of the door and wait while Jin hooks his jump harness against mine. I have my own parachute, but we will give our lives to the hope that his is packed correctly and will open when he pulls the rip cord. "Secured! Ready?" He shouts again even though his head is right next to my ear. I give the thumbs up and a shakey smile as he braces for us to exit. "On my mark, lean out!" I regret everything up to this point. I regret being here. I regret letting my brother talk me into sky diving, I regret paying five hundred dollars to have my heart smashed across the grass at the bottom of a 12,000 foot jump. "Don't think about it. If you think you'll fail you will. Go with your training and keep a cool head and you'll be okay," Jin's lecture comes back into my mind and I take a deep breath. "Mark!"

I instictually force myself to lean out and in the space between heart beats, we are sucked out of the airplane and tumbling through the air. Spreadingour arms and legs out for more stabuility, we coast through the air. Everything around me swirls and distorts before I establish the horizon line and I suddenly feel a lot more in control. Jin grabs my hand and forces the ripcord into my grip, "Pull it when I say." I give another thumbs up sign and control my breathing. It vaguely occures to me that Jin is still holding my hand, I feel comforted by it. The ground seems to rush up to meet us and when Jin says pull, I jerk that ripcord like it's my life line, closing my eyes as we are jerked back up into the air by his parachute unfurling above us. I choke back a scream as our speed is drastically reduced and we glide through the air more gently than dramatically falling through it. Coasting through the air currents, we come in for a landing at the bright white circle painted on the grass of the landing field and when we touch, I stagger a bit. Unused to having to stand after such a rush, I feel a bit shakey and Jin holds on to me for a little bit until I get my balance back. He unbuckles from behind me and takes his harness off before helping me with mine. "Ah. That was a rush wasn't it?" He says with a laugh. I just nod enthusiastically. I can't say anything, I just know I am glad the ground is tangible again.

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Jumper

by Hype Dragon Kim Nam Joon sits alone on the roof of an abandoned hospital. This building has been empty for about four years now and stands forgotten. He sits at the edge of the building with his legs dangling off. "Are you going to jump?" A voice startles him and he turns to look at a girl approaches him. "I thought I was alone up here. Where did you come from?" "Oh, I've been here for a while," she replies with a shrug and sits beside the boy. "What's your name?" she asks as he watches her sit down. "Nam Joon," he replies. "Nam Joon. That's a nice name. I'm Ami. Are you from here?" "No. I'm from Ilsan. I moved here a year ago," Nam Joon answers looking out over the skyline view of downtown Seoul. The sun has disappeared, but the sky is still pink and blue and red over the horizon and the smog line, contrasting in a really pretty way, with the artificial lights of the skyscrapers. "Hmmm." The two sit in silence for a bit, before his thoughts echo into hers. His over-analysing of past mistakes and near misses, how much he knows he could accomplish if he wasn't afraid to fail, the concerns he has with being away from his family. All the friends he's lost since the talent scouts came looking for fresh blood. Now that he's a trainee, he thinks less of himself. Everything Nam Joon is worried about climbs inside her mind so suddenly as if he's telling her out loud. He doesn't know she can hear him, though. He thinks he is suffering in silence, but he's all Ami can hear. A foolish answer to his problems presents itself in her mind with such force that she flinches. He has considered what she had considered at one point and she prays to the powers above her that he doesn't go through with it. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Nam Joon. But I'm gonna leave for now," Ami says, standing up very carefully on the roof of a 14 story building. "Hmm? Oh, see you later," he says with a nod as she move out of his line of sight. "Oh, Nam Joon!" Ami calls back to him, her voice echoes out through the building. He turns around, looking for her, "Yeah?" He can't see her anywhere, but thats okay. "Don't jump. It's not worth it. I should know. I did," her voice reverberates through the foundation and echos out untill it subsides into the air. He reads in the paper two days later, about Ami as a missing person being found outside that hospital. Earlier, the morning of the day he met her, she had jumped off the spot where he was sitting. If he had looked down, he would have seen her body.

[bangtanhustlelife]

For the writers block thing(if I'm not to late), try listening to music that fits the genre or feel of what your writing :D

Oh I do! I listen to the instrumentals of some movies, or old radio shows from the 1930s and 40s because the stories of that time were immaculate. They were so beautiful and so detailed…Have you read my recent feelfic “My Living Heartbeat?” I scratched that out of my imagination with the help of a cup of coffee! I don’t even like coffee, but if I have to resort to it, it’s always because of a distracting, paralyzing case of Writer’s Block. Ah. I literally can not function when this happens. I wander around my house scraping the walls of my soul just write down whatever I collect under my nails. I have these scenarios on here, but I have no back story for them yet, so they sit, half-written, like a sandwich that couldn’t be finished. It’s incredible. It’s so stressful.~Admin Hype Dragon

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PLEASE HELP~ I'M STUCK.

If you guys have any tricks or cures for SEVERE WRITER'S BLOCK, please let me know. I'm so stuck right now that I wish they made laxative pills for creativity constipation. IT'S UNSETTLING!! ~Admin Hype Dragon

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Hi, I just wanted to say I love you all. You're beautiful people...okay I'll shut up now bye~~ ♥♥

No UR beautiful❤️❤️❤️❤️ We all love you so much, never shut up ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ -Admin dana

No, no. Don’t shut up! It’s okay. Please don’t. I need a boost of confidence every once in a while. Lately, I’ve been suffering writer’s blok, the kryptonite of all writers everywhere. It eats at your soul… or, well at mine anyway.

~Admin Hype Dragon

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Please anticipate. - Admin Zizi

MY REPLY WASNT FOR THIS BUT IT WORKS SO WELL OMG- Admin Dana