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standing up for lgbt students and minorities at large by amplifying their voices, but doing so respectfully (dec 2013)

reflecting on his appreciation for hero movies… ‘i have to protect my world’ (mar 2013)

receiving boxes of listerine after a joke comparing his deja-boo suit colors to listerine flavors went viral, during base promotions (feb 2015)

comforting a fan who was self-conscious about her name with a handwritten note at a shinee fansign (may 2015)

going to comfort a crying key during shinee’s concert at tokyo dome, but ending up crying himself (early 2015)

speaking playfully with a male listener on blue night radio (may 2015)

mentioning his gratitude for fans and listeners in creating a safe space with blue night radio (july 2015)

discussing his conversation with taemin about “gender roles, prejudices and negative views about artists, etc.” when writing pretty boy for taemin ft. kai on blue night radio  (aug 2015)

personally supporting radio guest baek young ok on blue night radio in her efforts to bring sanitary pads to low-income girls (mar 2017)

Jinki is a nervous driver. He’ll admit it. On any given day, you won’t find him going over 60. Even if it’s the freeway. Especially if it’s the freeway. He likes to hug the side of the road, likes to say it’s because he enjoys the view. Of what? Kibum would scoff. The half-abandoned farms? The deadbeat towns? The payphones that have been defunct for fifteen years?

Title: Paper Cranes Can’t Fly, But They Will Soar (a dystopian love story) Pairing: Onew/Minho; implied Jonghyun/Key Rating: R Warnings: Death, Violence Final Word Count: 32,767

Once upon a time, there was a Kin and there was a Queen…

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It was called The Reformation. THE Reformation, capitalized, so it made a statement. A grandiose one, full of strategically staged peace signs, and positive sociopolitical keywords thrown out to the media like bread to pigeons for consumption and mass output.  The decisive affirmation that wormed its way onto posters, signs, daily propaganda was this: “Where there is unity, there is always victory”. This solidifying message declared to those who fell under its veil that there would only be one. Bullshit. In the end there had not been one, but four of them, each named after something peaceful, something to assure the people that this course, this movement, this revolution was one of peace and serenity Bullshit. “The Dove Initiative” was first. It was touted as a fix to the old regime. Not that there was anything intrinsically wrong with the old regime. That was what was always on the minds of the people. There was nothing wrong with the old regime because it was never considered a regime, in the negative way that word lingered on your tongue. Not a regime but a family; they were a family. But to those who followed Theo’s ideology like it was gospel, it was a symbol. A symbol that had to die. The Royal Family had to die.

A:N: Here is my SBB! entry! Yay! It got second place! Thank you to ever one who voted for me! (even if you tried to do it more than once from different accounts (naughty!) I appreciate the effort anyways!

Um. If you have questions, let me know!  

Woot! SBB was so amazing this year! I haven’t finished reading all of the fics, but I shall finish and comment on all of them! Go read them all! 

Congratulations to the winner! And all the participants for writing such a huge piece of work! I’ve been impressed with all the ones I’ve read, so you should definitely check them all out! 

So here’s my thing:

Pairing: Minho/Key Rating: R Warnings: strong language, violence, homophobic slurs Final Word Count: 15,204

Summary:  In 1950s Los Angeles, FBI Agent Choi Minho fights to prove himself to both the bureau and the Korean mob, with unexpected results.

The first time Minho laid eyes on him, it was from across a crowded bar, just below the smoke cloud that encompassed the room. Although his beauty was magnetic, the thing that caught his eye had been the beautiful radiance the man emitted. And this was despite the yellowing bruise surrounding his eye. Minho should have been focused on the gorgeous man’s companion, but he couldn’t help but be drawn into the dark, sparkling eyes that seemed to entrance him.

Cheekbones, that look chiseled out of marble, rose in a smile when they noticed Minho’s blatant staring. It made Minho duck his head down in both bashfulness and caution. The last thing he wanted was to call negative attention to himself or the healing boy.