I'm imagining them working with various people, making connections, and when the work day is over, accepting invitations to go out for a meal and/or drinks. I can see Namjoon and Yoongi definitely accepting those invites.
[so who took this pic of Jimin? hmmmmm?]
Jungkook is probably really cooking... literally, cooking for everybody. I know he is.
I know its barely been a week since they've arrived here but I hope they are all able to get out and live some life in between their work days and go see some concerts and just have some normal experiences while in the U.S.
I hope they've gone to the beach to watch the sunset already. I hope Jungkook's rented a Harley and happily riding the streets.
Maybe Yoongi will get a chance to run over to Vegas and see the site where the proposed baseball stadium might be built for the Athletics baseball team when it moves there. I have no idea at what stage is the planning.
I wonder if Jimin and Jungkook will take the opportunity to go ahead and film some AYS episodes while in California.
Whether or not they do, sounds like they have enough for a few episodes in the can from Switzerland and Vietnam. Will this be the way they convey their military stories to us? Ten episodes of Are You Sure where they let us in on their new set of inside jokes? Never ending laughing at the situations they found themselves in? It's easy to laugh now, I bet it wasn't funny while it was happening.
They already used all of JK's music in the first season of the show. Other than songs from Muse (yes to hot humid scenes in Vietnam with Be Mine playing, rollicking on the beach in their birthday suits... oops sorry what was I saying?) Other than that, what music/songs are they going to use for the soundtrack for these new episodes? HMMMM????? Could there be some new music for that in the works too?
for the @drarrymicrofic prompt slander. 700ish nsfw words (below the cut). Thank you @holygnocchi for the speedy beta!
SEXY SCOUNDREL SCORES SULKY SAVIOUR?
Draco Malfoy, notorious former Death Eater and all around n’er-do-well, was spotted on 22 June flirting over Fortescue’s with none other than the legendary Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter. Potter has not been romantically linked to anyone since two years ago when he ended his engagement with….
Harry slammed the paper onto the table between them. “There. You got your Prophet headline. There’s even a picture. Are we done now?”
“Darling,” Malfoy said sarcastically, “we’re just getting started.”
Malfoy had shown up for breakfast — which was not, actually, a meal that Harry typically ate. Being keyed into the Grimmauld Place wards had been one of the terms of Malfoy’s blackmail, and he’d been abusing the privilege for the past two weeks.
He looked far too well for this early in the morning. He was wearing jeans (jeans!), which were clean and flattering, a shirt that was tighter across his chest than any shirt needed to be, and the slight curl of his shiny hair was slightly damp from the shower — which, unfortunately, Harry now knew meant he’d already had his morning exercise.
Harry took Malfoy’s commitments to physical fitness and early mornings as further proof of his still-evil nature.
Also. There was the blackmail.
“What more could you possibly want?”
“I have a few ideas.” Malfoys eyes raked him up and down and Harry shifted back, wary, in his seat. Harry was wearing threadbare pajama bottoms and a shirt that read “All my squeezes love Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.” He had not yet showered. That weekend.
The bitter screw of humiliation tightened in his gut. Malfoy just sat there, staring and smirking, and Harry had had enough.
“You know what?” Harry half-yelled, rising from the table. “Go on and tell them! Tell the papers, tell my boss, tell whoever you want! I’d rather be sacked than spend another second with you in my house or my life.”
Malfoy looked unbothered. “Are you sure about that? You haven’t even heard what I’m going to ask you for.”
“I don’t bloody care—”
“A shag.”
Dumbstruck, Harry felt his mouth open and close. Like a fish. He might as well have been underwater: it suddenly felt very difficult to breathe.
“To be clear,” Harry said slowly. Disbelievingly. “As part of your ploy to rehabilitate your image, you’re blackmailing me into sleeping with you.”
“Well.” Malfoy said thoughtfully. “I'm already blackmailing you. I’m offering to sleep with you. Considering the way you’ve been panting after me the past few weeks, I would say I’m doing you a favor.”
“Panting—”
“You don’t really want me to tell the papers what I know. And you don’t really want me to leave, either. I think what you really want is to get down on your knees and put my cock in your pretty mouth.”
Speechless. That was this feeling. Total inability to speak. There were, actually, no words in the entire scope of the English language sufficient to encompass the absurdity—the outrage—the disgust… Harry had never—he would never—
“Never,” Harry finally choked out. “Get the fuck out of my house, Malfoy.”
Malfoy didn’t move. He settled back further in Harry’s dining chair. The fucker actually spread his legs a little wider.
“No,” Malfoy said.
“I can make you leave.”
“But you won’t.” Malfoy’s hand drifted down to the front of his trousers.
“I—“ Harry would not be goaded into a schoolboy argument. In his own kitchen. At eight o'clock in the morning. If Malfoy wanted to test him—fine. Harry would make him regret it.
It took two strides to reach him and kick the chair out from under his stupid, creepily long legs. It took one hard yank from Harry’s hands to pull him up and throw him against the wall. Malfoy’s smug head made a very satisfying thunk against the greasy, dusty plaster.
Malfoy’s eyes were burning, matching the two flaming peaks of his sharp cheekbones. “Harder, Harry,” he said mockingly.
Harry was going to kill him with his bare hands. He said so.
Then Malfoy shifted his hips, pushing them against Harry’s. “Is that a killing curse in your pocket, then? Or are you just happy to see me?”
“Fuck you,” Harry said, desperately, and dropped to his knees.
Hey! I love your posts on Ai no Gakkou. I don't have Netflix, so I've been relying on whatever subs I can find on the internet later lol.
Are you able to translate what Manami wrote under the towel on the rooftop? Since that message helped spur Kaoru into going after her.
Thanks!
She wrote "ファイト" which directly translates to "Fight" which was translated as "tú puedes" in Spanish which is equivalent to "su su na" in Thai or "you can do it" in English. Basically, she was giving him encouragement to keep going.
She made sure to go to the police station and tell the officer to not destroy his confidence and asked for him to get more time to read the statement while his (rude ass) mother sat there and told everyone he was hopeless because she has NEVER had faith in him. Our sweet boy is finally getting the support he needs to succeed, and he knows that it could only come from one person.
And that's why he went to go find the love of his life, his future girlfriend, his future wife, his EVERYTHING!
Jimin, I love you. In a very platonic, I wish I was your friend, older sibling, or mom kind of way. Which is why I have been streaming your stuff non stop and feeling super confused about this compulsion (for the first time in my life) to spend ENERGY to support someone’s streams because I care so much. My 40+ year old self is very surprised by this new experience. But grateful I am not alone.
Please, everyone stream Jimin’s Muse music with me. I wish all the happiness for this human and I want everyone to join me. 🫰
Do it for Jimin! 💛💛💛
Check out @chikooritajjk for information on how to support the effort if you don’t already know.
started to write again…chapter one for my yoongi fanfiction so far 2473 words, wishing myself good luck
- triple 🍊
LETS GET ITTT you’re doing so well! how’s the writing going? are you having a good time/getting excited? that’s when you know it’s something to keep working on🙌
