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if there's anything I learn about recent election in America is that media projection is BS and we'll just have to wait until all the votes are counted
#just voted for my country today and the corrupt government is projected to win#we'll never know for sure until the election is done#pray for us i guess#if we have to spend 4 more years under the currently governing coalition i legit might move to ireland next year#its just. really bad.#like. trump kinda bad.#we just put our corrupt prime minister in jail this year bc of 1MDB scandal and if his ally wins he's going to get released really soon#chrmz.txt
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house of addams (3)
— 🌖 pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
— 🕷️ genre: mystery, angst + fluff + smut
— 🗝️ word count: 4k
— 🍄 summary: the coroner of Farrow's End finally invites you into his kingdom, and you can feel more than one set of watching eyes as you continue your investigation.
— ☕ content warnings: coroner!taehyung, assistant!jungkook, mentions of murder/death/suicide
— 🕸️ a/n: meeting more of the boys!!
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chpt. 3: into the morgue
"Have her come in," Taehyung says over dinner.
There's a collective clang as several sets of silverware are put down.
"I don't know if that's a good idea, hyung," Jungkook replies. He's nervous around you, especially because you can see more than you let on.
"We're going to have to eventually," Namjoon adds, and Jimin sends him a mischievous, knowing look. He knows how Joon likes to watch you in the bookshop, offering his assistance at his earliest convenience, asking if you need help finding anything specific.
"It's obvious she was hired by the mayor," Yoongi says. "Though, I'm not entirely sure why."
They all know that Mayor Summerbee runs in some of the same circles that they do, but they wonder if you're aware of that fact too. How much did she tell you?
"At the very least, it'll tell us what she already knows," Yoongi says.
"And if she scares easily," Taehyung adds, suppressing a smirk.
What kind of private investigator are you? Are you motivated by self interests? Are you just here to get the job done, bare minimum? Or are you the morbidly curious type? The kind that can't stop until a mystery is solved, even if it leads you to dangerous places.
Yoongi and Namjoon already have a guess at which type you are.
"She has some kind of sight," Jungkook says, biting his nails. The real question is how sharp is that sight?
"I don't think she knows that she has it," Jin pipes in.
They exchange glances, thinking.
"Well," Hoseok says, and they all turn to look at him. "I suppose we'll just have to test it."
september 27, 2004
You've seen your fair share of coroners. Good ones, even excellent ones, and the ones who never should've been appointed to the job in the first place. Most people aren't aware that there is no national standard for coroners, some don't even have medical training.
You remember a case not too long ago when a family mourning the loss of their son hired you to investigate the circumstances of his death, which was ruled "accidental" at the time. The coroner had not had any prior forensic training, he was an OBGYN turned politician. Elected by the small-town voters (nearly 80% of coroners in the U.S. are elected, by the way), he was cushy with the local police force.
And being your naturally suspicious self, or maybe it's a side effect of your job, you pressed for a second autopsy by an examiner actually worth his salt.
The external examination alone proved that it was far from accidental. His wounds suggested severe beating, and his cause of death was suffocation from being choked, homicide not accident.
Further investigation revealed police brutality. You pushed and pushed and pushed, and after being enough of a pain in the ass (and threatening several lawsuits), they finally convicted the officers responsible.
The family still sends you a Christmas card every year, and it more than makes up for being a pain in the ass for living.
So yeah, you don't trust coroners, or their reports, until you get the chance to evaluate their level of competence for yourself. And the fact that the coroner of Farrow's End has been so resistant to your attempts to contact him doesn't bode well.
But today, the Monday following your little expedition up to the Addam's House, he's finally available to see you. Last night you received a call at around midnight, seemingly from the same young man you saw on the other side of the gate the other day.
Of course you were awake, but you wondered why the coroner's office would be up and running at such an hour. Maybe a late night emergency autopsy? It wasn't unheard of, sometimes a Sheriff will request an autopsy to be completed as soon as possible when the press are particularly bothersome and the cause of death is unclear.
You didn't get the chance to ask, because the man started rattling off about how the coroner would be able to see you tomorrow morning, and he advised that you bring any notes you might have.
Good sign, it suggests that the coroner is willing to work with you.
It's early, maybe a little too early. The fog is blanket-thick and the clouds are sprinkling down a fine mist of rain.
You take your car as far as the rocky dirt road allows, park it at the base of the hill, and trudge on through the mud, the umbrella over your head immediately collecting dew.
You reach the gate, closed like last time. When you reach for it, you're expecting to find it locked, but just as your fingers are about to touch the cold metal, the gate swings open with a long creak.
You stand there for a moment, searching for some kind of mechanism that would make it open by itself, but you find nothing but old iron forged in intricate patterns.
Whatever, you've seen weirder. You slip through the parted gates and close them behind you.
Gigantic trees, pines it looks like, envelop the perimeter of the surrounding gates, with twisting, leafless trees in abundance nearer to the house, even though fall is just beginning to dawn and most leaves haven't even begun to change color yet.
You didn't notice it before, but these leafless trees are full of crows, black tufts perched on the reaching branches. No, crows and ravens. They call out as you pass by, and you get the odd sense that every single one of them is looking at you.
The cobblestone path leading up to the front door is overgrown with weeds. The exterior of the house, now that you can see it up close, is almost decrepit. The wood is rotting, the roof is sagging, the windows are dirty and smudged.
They rent this place out?
"Ma'am!" a voice calls out.
You search for the owner of the voice, finally finding it at the side of the house. It's the young man from the other day, peeking around a brick corner. He gestures you over and swiftly disappears again.
When you turn the corner, the man is standing by a double hatch door in the ground. Not a good sign for a supposed "morgue."
He seems to read as much on your face, because then he's saying, "I would take you down the elevator inside, but everyone is still asleep."
There's a childish nervousness in his voice, and it makes you send an uncharacteristic smile his way as you step through the door and down a spiral staircase.
Distracted, you don't see the curtains twitch, and the several faces in the windows above, watching.
The passage runs deep. You emerge in a wide hallway, lined with carved wooden walls and old portraits. The foundation is clearly old, but there are newly installed fluorescent lights that don't do the original craftsmanship justice.
"How old is this house?" you blurt out, and the young man can't suppress a high, boyish laugh.
"I'm not sure, around a century, I think," he says.
Wow hard to believe it's gone untouched for so long, you think as he leads you down the extensive hallway, passing several branching doorways.
Your eyes drink everything in, curious and scrutinous. Again, the man seems to read your mind.
"It might not look it, but we have a state of the art facility here," he begins.
"Crematorium," he gestures to one door. "Viewing room. Embalming room. Autopsy room. And the largest refrigeration unit in five counties."
This place is extensive, and the further you go, the cleaner and more modern it gets.
You notice that the man is wearing similar clothing from before: a large coat (broad shoulders) and big, thick boots. Black, laced up over his ankles it appears, it makes the thud of his footsteps echo against the walls.
You wonder if they are corpse-handling boots, or merely a style choice.
"Here's the office," he says, leading you into a small but cozy room fit with a cluttered desk and a few dusty but comfortable-looking armchairs.
"You can have a seat if you like," he says, nervousness creeping back into his voice.
You take him up on the offer, sinking into one of the armchairs despite the fact that you're a little damp from the rain. But judging by the state of the chairs, you doubt it would bother them.
It's then than you realize how chilly it is down here, in this basement maze tucked under an ancient house. Damn, you're so—
"Cold?" the man says suddenly. "I'm sorry, we get quite the chill down here. Would you like some coffee or tea?"
You perk up almost instantly.
"Coffee, please," you reply maybe a little too perkily, because it makes him smile at you, exposing those bunny teeth again. Very cute.
He disappears through another doorway, into some sort of kitchenette judging by the sounds coming from it (metal banging, water running, porcelain clanking).
You take a look around. The office walls are lined with framed photos and plaques all boasting the same name: Kim Taehyung. Bachelor of Science in Biology, Bachelor of Science in Chemistry, Master of Forensic Science, Embalmer's License, Medical Examiner Certification, Doctor of Medicine.
Got it, this man is learned. Good sign.
The young man returns with a silver tray in his hands. He sets it down on the ottoman between the two armchairs, grasping the black teapot and pouring fresh steaming coffee into a matching black teacup. You notice that the sugar cubes are in the shape of skulls and bones, and a part of you admires the dedication to the aesthetic.
You prepare your cup and sip greedily. The coffee is rich and strongly-brewed. Another good sign. It may not contribute to your investigation, but at least you can respect him as a person.
The young man takes the seat next to you and prepares his own cup.
For the first time since you arrived, you aren't distracted by your surroundings, and you're realizing just how strange this young man looks.
His skin is a dull shade of gray, with slight red blemishes and spots of dark purple flesh that look like deep bruises. His lips are simultaneously pale yet also tinged red, like there's blood inside his mouth. And his eyes, they look like—
The man seems to notice you staring at him, because he shifts uncomfortably in his chair and coughs awkwardly.
You blink, and his form seems to blur at the edges, becoming fuzzier and harder to latch onto. Maybe he has some sort of skin condition. But that wouldn't explain the feeling that something isn't quite right about him, something uncanny.
"I'll go see if Dr. Kim is ready for you," he says, practically sprinting out of his seat and out of the room. You hear his footsteps pounding through the halls, then hushed voices.
You being you, the debate over whether to slip through the hall to eavesdrop on their conversation does cross your mind. But you figured that even with your silent feet, they would probably still hear you rustling around in the quiet of the morgue.
A few moments later, and you hear one set of footsteps returning to the office. The young man pops his head into the doorway.
"He'll see you now," he says, vanishing just as fast. The way he appears and disappears like a ghost is starting to give you whiplash.
You follow him down the hall, entering a fluorescent-lit room fit with chrome features. The walls are lined with little doors, drawer openings, and there are several gurneys scattered throughout the room. The chill is even stronger here, this must be part of that state of the art refrigeration system.
The man standing in the center of it all is wearing a white medical gown and black latex gloves. He looks up as you enter, and—
Oh. He's young, startlingly young, early thirties max. His skin is golden tan over strong, handsome features. Dark tiger eyes, sharp and perceptive. The only indicator of his age is several tendrils of silver hair growing from the crown of his head.
"Good morning," he greets in a deep, charming voice. "Miss ______?"
"Yes, Dr. Kim?" you reply, holding out a hand.
"Just Taehyung, please," he says, taking off his gloves to shake your hand firmly, and jesus his hands are large and very pretty.
Ah, so he's not a pretentious asshole who insists on being addressed as "doctor" constantly. Another good sign. Though, judging from his extensive education, in this case it would be justified.
"I'm so sorry we couldn't see you sooner. It can get quite busy with just the two of us down here," Taehyung says.
You can't help but take another glance around the room. Only two people running this whole facility?
"I understand that you're working with the mayor?" Taehyung inquires, his casual voice good at hiding his burning curiosity.
You, in turn, are good at hiding the slight suspicion from hearing the mayor mentioned yet again. You're not sure who you're suspicious of though, him or the mayor herself.
"Yes, I was hoping I could get copies of the autopsy reports for Michael Bradley, Jarvis Laplan, and Sharon Mason."
You say it matter-of-factly, curious if they will bend at the slight flex of authority in your voice. Or, if being associated with the mayor yields certain results.
The two of them glance at each other.
"Access to Laplan and Mason aren't a problem, but Mary Bradley has requested that no further information on her husband's death be released," Dr. Kim replies, cool as a cucumber.
Your eyes widen just a bit, unable to hide your surprise. Wait...what? He would just give you the reports for Laplan and Mason, just like that? No request for credentials? No questions asked?
Truth be told, you've never gotten hold of an autopsy report after the first ask. You've always had to jump through hoops to get the right permissions and authorizations, as is the case for private investigators since they are not real police. And rightly so, the fine details of people's violent deaths is not something to be made light of, in your opinion.
Clearly your confusion is evident on your face, because then Taehyung is saying, "Laplan's wife and Sharon Mason's parents are quite eager for further investigation."
Ah, so they suspect something unusual too. Hopefully they'll be more than willing for an interview.
"And Bradley...?" your voice trails off with the question.
Taehyung furrows his brows like he isn't sure how exactly to put it.
"Mrs. Bradley has had a bad experience with the press," is all he says.
You can feel your eyebrow raise.
"Is she still a suspect?" you ask, deadpan.
Taehyung is quick to correct himself.
"No, god no!" he says, eyes wide and head shaking. "His death was purely accidental, a tragedy that could've been avoided."
Your attention catches on that last part like a snagged thread on a nailhead.
"Oh? Why do you say that?" you ask, unconsciously taking a step forward.
Jungkook, who's silently watching the whole exchange, can't help but think it makes you look predatory, a hunter locked onto their target with frightening accuracy.
But Dr. Kim doesn't bend. He tilts his head ever so slightly as the corner of his mouth curves up, like he respects your drive.
"Well, Michael Bradley exhibited signs of extreme mental distress, many of them suggestive of suicide."
"But you don't think it was suicide, do you?" you say, before you can help it really, because your mind is running a hundred miles a minute right now.
Jungkook can sense it too, his eyes Bambi-wide and watching in fascination as the cogs turn in your analytical brain.
"No, I don't." It comes from Taehyung's mouth like a sigh. You don't see it (Jungkook does), but he's impressed.
"That's all I can say really," Taehyung says suddenly, sounding apologetic. "You'll have to speak with Mrs. Bradley about getting access, but talking about her husband is painful for her. And she's been through enough."
He cares about people, the ones he works on are not just bodies to him. Very good sign. You're coming to the conclusion than Dr. Kim is definitely a coroner worth his salt.
"I'll be sure to proceed delicately, then," you reply softly. You're trying to say it back. I care about these victims, this isn't just a case to me. Everyone has a story.
He seems to get it, nodding his head with a gentle smile. Something very small, almost ghostly, clicks between you.
Jungkook observes it all in a slight state of awe. He can already tell that the rest of them, his "family," are going to like you.
Taehyung gives you the copies of the autopsy reports, a sizable stack of folders and papers and photos. He even gives you a copy of the autopsy transcript.
You realize that he was prepared to give you this information before you even got here. Either Mayor Summerbee is a very persuasive person, or Dr. Kim is eager to work with you. Maybe both.
Your point is proven seconds later when Taehyung hands you a business card (with his personal number scrawled on the back), as he tells you that you're free to contact him with any questions you might have.
You profess your thanks with an armful of documents, making a point to shake Dr. Kim's and Jungkook's hand firmly.
Jungkook leads you back, his boots softly thudding with every step, and you can feel Taehyung's eyes on your back as you walk through down the long hallway.
Jungkook is kind. He offers to help you with the massive stack of documents in your arms, but you politely refuse. You've got liquid gold in your possession.
He holds the gate open for you, even offering to walk you to your car, but again, you decline and thank him for his offer.
The gate shuts behind you with a resonate clang. As you turn away from the house to begin the trek down the muddy hill, you feel an odd sensation, like tingling insects down your back.
Looking over your shoulder, you see the curtains of several windows suddenly fall back into place. Someone, several someone's, are watching you.
You can't find it in you to be creeped out, though. Something about this house, despite its run-down appearance, is welcoming. Beckoning, even.
It's dark and old and practically falling apart, but many things that you love also happen to have those same traits.
A slight smile tugs at your lips as you turn and make your way down the path. You'll have to find out more about this place.
"Again. She saw through my glamour again," Jungkook announces to the room, sounding slightly defeated.
"Don't worry, Kook. It's a solid spell, I checked it myself," Yoongi replies as he waters one of the endless houseplants adorning their home. Thanks to Yoongi himself, of course.
"She saw through mine too," Taehyung says, resolute. He's staring at the black and white checkered floor, deep in thought.
Everyone looks up at that.
"That proves it then," Namjoon says. "She has a heightened degree of sight."
"I wanna know why though," Yoongi interrupts in a sudden bout of passion. "She's human. Why is she able to see everything?"
"Not the house though," Jungkook blurts out. "The glamour on the house held up."
"Of course it did, the house magick is stronger than any of us," Jin quips from the kitchen, standing over a sizzling stove.
"Lots of humans have the sight," Jimin says lazily, sprawled out in one of the lounge chairs.
"Yeah, but it's the type of humans who turn it into a cheap gimmick," Jungkook replies, pacing around the room now.
Taehyung crosses the distance between them in a few strides, putting a large hand on Jungkook's shoulder. The younger man looks up at him, then lets out a breath and returns the smile.
"You're safe, Kook," Taehyung says softly. "No one's gonna put up a fuss."
Jimin chuckles. "She might."
Taehyung throws a scolding glance over his shoulder. "A real fuss, I mean. Everything's been kept under wraps so far."
"And she's not a phony, or a leech. The mayor made sure of that," Yoongi says.
"In any case," Jin begins, an authoritative edge to his voice. "Hoseok said to keep an eye on her, so that's just what we'll do."
september 28, 2004
You may be a damn good investigator, but you're no med student. So the next day you set out to the bookstore, determined to understand every last term and phrase in the autopsy reports.
The same man is behind the desk, but this time he's bent over a typewriter, clacking away. You can't help but observe him for a moment, watching as his dark eyes dart over the page, the way his glasses rest at the edge of his nose like a wizened old man.
"Welcome in," he calls out at the chime of the bell on the door, like an instinct.
You take a few steps into the ever-crowded space, your eyes shifting over all the things you missed the last time you were here. Because that's what kind of place this is, somewhere you could go a hundred times and find something new each visit. Places like this are quite dear to you.
You're about to examine a shelf full of perfectly preserved beetles, when you sense the man look up at you.
"Oh," he says, like he's pleasantly surprised. "It's you."
And you would be lying if you said it didn't make your gut feel something warm squirming inside it.
"Need help finding anything?" he asks, like he has every time you've visited this place.
"Yes, please," you reply, barely hiding your smile.
He leads you through the maze of shelves like it's a map of his own brain. Several times you have to hurry to catch up to him in his excitement.
Soon your arms are occupied by an impressive stack. Anatomy, general medical knowledge, crime scene identification, even a few textbooks on post-mortem examinations.
To you, it's more liquid gold. You profess your thanks to the bookshop keeper, dropping a generous tip into the jar when you go to checkout. Again, the books are almost too reasonably priced. Not that it matters, since research purchases are an easy business expense ride-off.
Just as you turn to leave, the man clears his throat awkwardly, like he's building himself up to speak.
"There's plenty of places to sit here," he almost blurts out. "Lots of cozy nooks. Perfect for...research."
You pause at the door to glance back at him. You find him watching you closely, his expression somewhere between innocently curious and suggestive of hidden knowledge on his part.
"I'll keep that in mind," you reply, a little teasing lilt to your voice. Because clearly he enjoys your company too.
Then you turn on your heel and let the door swing shut behind you, leaving him wanting more.
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Today is the day Andy Barber kills me
18+just incase warnings for The Purge mention of violence and killing knives gun serial killers death Andy being mean anger arguing fear from The Purge comments and replies welcome no reposting or publishing
I should have never gone out with him. I even if I broke up with him now it wouldn't matter somehow I know it someone would still come out after me.
"Honey?" I jumped as he put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry you ready to go?"
"Yea," I swallowed hard.
"It'll be ok, just like last year. It's safe."
The DA's office has a bunker used for the purge. Large enough for the lawyers and families. Andy lied and said we got married in Mexico. Three weeks after we first started casually seeing eachother the founding father party was elected and 4 months later we were exclusive then 6 months later the purge was put in to law but 5 weeks before that Andy took me on vacation to a Mexico resort. I dont know why but he.. not not until the Purge. Everyone expected years for it to be actually put in effect. 3 weeks later the first one started. I had no idea the time frame it sounds insane because it is
I remember we were watching a movie I was laying sort of in his lap but on his side and there was breaking news that cut through.
My hand flew up to my mouth and I gasped.
Andy was silent and he couldn't move because of me.
"He stroaked my hair
"Andy I, I dont know what to do.I can't I am I supposed to get a gun. Don't worry baby, he kissed my hair. The DA office has a plan for us, families.
"Andy we're not.-"
"I told them we were his hand ran up and down my arm to sooth me. That's what the vacation in Mexico was for I said we got married there and weren't telling anyone. Only the mayor knows he was the only one who needed to know. I said we wanted it to be a surprise and have a party and ceremony that we can plan on our terms out way get custom rings and that you were being very picky wanting perfection" he kissed my shoulder, "DA gets his own special room." He wrapped his arms around me. "We'll be safe. You'll be safe."
"Andy why didn't you tell me? You should've told me." I didnt know if I was happy or mad or relieved or ... or I don't know what.
"I didnt think this would happen so quick it was a just in case. When the mayor told me it was just for families and I said my wife will be relieved. I didnt have time to tell you."
"You knew before hand and didn't tell me?"
I was shaking.
"Because I knew that this would happen. I didn't want it on your mind but-"
"Andy you didnt have to have all this on your mind all by yourself. You dudnt have to do that. Promise me you you won't do that ever again."
"I Promise."
This year our relationship was mine and then it recently had become bit more . Well, more than a bit rocky. And I don't know why but it is. And I saw Andy was hiding knives and guns."
" I'll maybe I'll stay here. Maybe it'll be-."
He looked me square in the eyes. Holding my shoulders.
"Baby well be in a steel reinforced room that once I press a specific code on the inside it can't be opened from the outside. Okay."
"Okay." And then I looked down. Now I know for sure- Today's the day that Andy kills me.
"Come on. We'll pick up some food and well be safe you'll see."
"Order whatever you want Baby ok."
I get some fried chicken a a meatball hero for Andy and I to share and a peice of cake. He insisted on paying because that was the deal we came to. If one of us insisted on taking the other out for a celebration than that one pays. Otherwise it dutch unless its an anniversary.
I knew he'd be angry about the price but I just didn't care.
And now we're locked away, in my steel cage. One last meal I guess .
"Ok what now?"
"What?"
"You acting like... this... you're crying and-what this isn't enough for you."
"I'm sorry. I'm I'll stop. I'm grateful from everything you've done for me. I truly am Andrew I hope you know thst."
"So why have you been so god damn distant?"
"Me you're the one who starts yelling half the time. You come home late and upset and I know-"
"You know," he chuckled "You know what you don't fucking now anything."
"I'm sorry I'm sorry um so sorry please Andy just. You don't have to do this."
"I don't hu. Because I think I do."
"No please."
"For the love of fucking God."
"Andy."
"No we are in here for 10 hours so, so yea were fucking doing this. What the hell have you been so upset-"
"Can I just finish my dinner first. Please." I sniffle.
"Fine fine fucking eat away"
"You should eat too" I say
He just scoffs at me
"I'm sorry Andy. But please just rethink this. I'll leave when it's over you do-"
"Stop telling me what to do."
I broke down crying hyperventilating
"I'm sorry I'm..... so... s...... sorry....eeee please Andy I swear. I will leave you'll never see me-"
"STOP" His eyes are closed tight.
"again please Andy I know I know it's but I know you you'll regret it you please-"
"STOP IT"
"I just don't want to die please don't kill me." I look up at Andy and his mouth is open and
His eyes are starting to become teary eyed. I guess he didn't think I'd know that he'd be able to...
"If you have to just please make it quick i dont want to be stabbed or shot multiple times please you owe me that much after everything we've been I know I won’t last until morning and
"What" a broken voice somes through. He bends down to me.
He reached out with his hand to touch my face and I tried to pull back. I did as far as I could. But the wall was behind me.
"Baby I would never, never hurt you. I'd never " his eyes were roaming around my face.
"Andy the knifes and gun I saw them all. I know its just us don't"
He wrapped his arms around me. Tight.
"They were for protection just in case. God forbid something went wrong. I'd never I know The case has been hard and I know I've been snappy and rude and I'm blaming you but I-I' never."
"Andy, you said we were safe in here."
"We are. But I wanted safe guards. You really thought I'd kill you?" He looked so hurt and I think betrayed.
"Andy we've been fighting everyday. Outside of that we barely talk. It feels like it's just yelling. We don't even sleep in the same bed anymore." I looked at the floor continuing, "I've been waiting for you to break up with me and then I realized the purge was comming."
"Oh sweetheart no I-"
He wrapped his arms around me.
"The case im working on. The women this man hurt all Young pretty brunettrs looked so similar to you. They could've been you. I just- the day I saw those phones I bought whisky and scotch and sat in the driveway and drank and cried. I because it so easily have been you."
"I remember that night you I thought you cheated on me you smelt like a whore house all sweat and alcohol. Why$d you stop sleeping with me.
"The first night I had a terrible nightmare. Just that it was you. That i walked into thr crime scene and it was you on the floor. The same thing the next day. "
"So that's why you were lying to me? Andy you promised not to keep-"
"It wasn't a secret. We decided that I should try and-"
"We? Andy you never talked to me."
"No this therapist I've been seeing."
"Seeing?"
"As a patient. " he sat down across from me. That I needed to separate my personal life from the case and my fears. I knew you are safe but they were so terrifying. And I wasn't sleeping and I'd snap at you... well you know. I was Half of me was terrified I'd get attached and end upnwith a broken heart again because we were yelling and if not that what if we have the wrong man what if you'd be next I'd never forgive myself. But the other half of me know we have the right man. He even confessed showed us where more bodies are burried."
"Oh God Andy" I only knew now that the public didnt know half of the story probably because of purge news.
"But even though he was in custody and you were safe from him And I was afraid I'd push you away with just my nightmares. Every night. I'm taking pills just to sleep im just. I also don't want you to see me like that like this. I ways carry a gun now and knives and
"Andy." I threw my arms around him.
I had no idea he was this scared about this his case. He usually talks about his cases and I figured it was a hard one but nothing like this.
"Andy look at me you. You are an amazing man
I am so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you just cheating on me."
"No I'd never cheat I just couldn't handle the pressure of the case and I wanted to protect you from it but I guess I made things worse."
He looked so guilty.
"No Andy you made nothing worse.
I'm the one who just assume you hated me that is one me. I could've talked to you-asked."
"Baby you're sitting here crying because you were sure I was going to kill you. "
What was I to say to that? it was true. I was so sure of it.
"Yea but you fixed it. You finally opened up."
"After you cried."
"So I'm pmsing"
"No you're not you have bhtat 2 weeks ago."
"See you're not ignoring me."
"I was wondering why you were getting one of every favorite thing like convict on death row."
"Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll be killed in the purge orand then yiu and I take another long vacation hm? Or if not now then when the case is over. Or better yet you let your co-counsel set in because Andy this case is making you I dont know its not good for you. He confessed he showed everything theres no need for you to continue this as the lead prosecution I do not care what the mayor says so just how up on the last day you know the news will just be on the purge for the next month basically."
Andy was sniffling and moved besided me.
"Yea I think you're right."
"I'm sorry did I just hear Andrew barber say I was right- Have I died and gone to heaven."
"Well baby I guess I have to stop practicing my opening and closing speeches on you." He reaches for a peice of my cake.
"Oh no way that is happening I love learning tips and tricks to get people to do say and think whatever I want."
The rest of the time in the bunker we cuddle and watched TV I fell asleep in Andy's arms and I woke up on them too. I have never been so happy the purge was around.
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hnnnnggg i'm speechless 😶 you two did it again i'm so horny for wolfrry. i would be his cum hole for him during his rut. i would let him knot in me all day long. 💦 cum on me. cum in me. let me eat it 🍽️, bathe in it 🛁, moisturize with it 🧴. i'm losing my mind after that update.
if i can't have wolfrry in real life i'm gonna just re read every chapter every week until you update. i'm so obsessed. and i know i just sound like some horndog but you two actually write it so well - so fucking detailed and real and gritty. your style is very very high quality and distinct. and its seamless. i'm amazed at your skill. phenominal.
now back to horny days the feedback `` leaving us like that at the end was cruel but i love that you did it because that whole chapter was porn for me and anymore and i'd have combusted and passed away. i'm feral over his rut but if the next chapter is going to start like i think it is i'm going. to. lose. my. mind. hear me out 👂🏾wolfrry goes in like a caveman. he's still on his rut so he's gonna absolutely destroy her pussy with his mouth and his fingers. he's not gonna let up. it's gonna make her cry and squirt, and beg, and shake, and elevate to a new existence. he's actually going to make her fall in love with him. the moment he's done with her she's going to sit up and look at him and realize this is the man she's going to spend the rest of her life with.
back to the actual chapter -sorry i got off track there, *ahem*- that blow job nearly ended me. the necklace tapping his balls??????? i'm never going to be the same after reading that. and their chat on niall balcony was really nice to have in there. i liked harry's thoughts about himself, and how he interprets y/ns concern. his character is so interesting and complex -bravo there ladies. and i forgot about the chip she put in eddie 🤭 that's so funny but it also shows she's hiding a secret from him too. even though he's definitely doing a lot more lying and keeping secrets, but now we really understand why! he's protecting her in a way.
i'm super curious about the chick who was supposed to be harry's mate. i know that's going to be coming back around and i can't wait to see where that goes.
and then there's eddie who was really going through it when he missed his uncle harry. i love that he had her watch him during his rut. he's really trusting her when he couldn't trust anyone else in his pack. i feel like that's very big in the story actually. harry not feeling like his pack is trustworthy and then add in niall's advice 👀 i'm thinking you two are setting us up for him leaving the pack for yn, but how does that work? can he just abandon them? will the pack elect a new leader? i feel like it'll be a lot more angsty than that. i'm so curious to see how it will happen.
i'm also wondering when she's going to realize he's got her panties! i keep thinking maybe it'll be brought up again and i'm sure you have plans for it but i can't get that out of my head either.
guhhhhh this chapter was just so thoughtful, sexy, funny, and informative. just amazing.
(@gurugirl here) WOW. LoL!!! Thank you, anon :) And you do totally sound like a horndog but that just means you've come to the right place 😂 Your theories and ideas are very interesting actually, you bring up some very good points and these are all things Dreea and I will make sure are unveiled in time. And I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of that female alpha 👀
Eddie was going through it wasn't he? Poor guy. He just misses his uncle Harry, but don't worry. He'll perk up the moment he sees him. But you're spot on about Harry trusting her with his nephew.
I'm so glad you can see how complex Harry's character is too! He's definitely not just your basic hot headed beast man (lol) - he's got deep feelings and is still learning about himself and working to fit into Y/N's world the best he can. And yes, he's lying to her a lot, but now you see why. He's not just lying to lie and to get her into his bed (well, part of it is for that 🤭) he's protecting her! This will be important to the story.
Thank you so so so much for your amazing feedback and compliments too. It's really an ego booster when we see things like this.
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Texas Bentley’s Top 10 Predictions For 2024
I put on my Swami hat and my Guru suit, met with the Shamans, and consulted AI. I crunched all the data, checked all the facts, consulted all the "experts", and analyzed the results. And here they are - Texas Bentley's Top Ten Predictions for 2024 (and beyond).
#10 - Vladimir Putin Will Be Re-elected as Russia's President
Yeah, I know that's not an especially astute or amazing revelation (we'll get to those later) but it is an absolute slam-dunk guaranteed-to-be-correct prediction, which ensures, at least, that I won't get them all wrong. Of course, I could have predicted with equal certainty that the Sun will rise in the morning, but that is not completely certain. A giant meteor could smash the Earth into pieces tonight, or the Sun itself could explode before tomorrow. It's possible. But barring either of these two possible events, it is absolutely certain that Putin will be re-elected in 2024. It's also nice to start off with some good news, since there's not going to be a lot of that in the near future. Which brings us to my next prediction...
#9 - Things Will Get Worse Before They Get Better
Most people who have been keeping up with the news, and whose understanding of history extends beyond last Saturday night, probably already know this, but that particular set of people is a very small minority in the West, especially in the USA. Those who think that voting will change anything, or that there's any chance that the governments and the ones who own and control them will loosen their grips on the collective throat of Humanity have a naive and ahistorical world view that, to be honest, is a big part of the problem.
There can hardly be any credible argument against the fact that in the 21st century, for people throughout most of the world, things have not only gotten worse, they've gotten much worse. Those who say their rulers are "stupid" because of this fact, miss the whole point. Their rulers are not stupid, they are doing it on purpose, and will continue to do so, unless and until we stop them. Voting will not do it, singing songs and carrying signs will not do it. Posting the sad face emoji on Facebook will not do it.
If you want to try to make things better, you will have to pass through a crucible of fire, from which there's no guarantee you'll make it to the other side. But it is guaranteed that if you're not willing to go there, you'll never see the other side. And you will sit and wait to get what you deserve. If you want to know how to do it and what must be done, ask the Houthis, ask the people of Palestine, Iran and Syria, ask the people of Cuba and the people of Donbass. They know, and they are doing it, right now, today. Take a lesson from them. Speaking of which...
#8 - The Shia Axis of Resistance Will Not Back Down
The harder the US/UK/EU and Israeli forces hit the Axis of Resistance, the harder they will hit back. NATO forces are laughably unprepared for a conventional military confrontation in the Middle East or anywhere else. However, they are nuclear armed, experts at dirty tricks, and there is no moral line they will not cross to cling to power or slaughter those who resist them. They have already proven it themselves, by their actions in Gaza and elsewhere. Iran has stated officially that they do not possess, nor seek to possess, nuclear weapons, because those types of weapons are immoral and repugnant to God and Humanity. If attacked, they will use every weapon at their disposal to defend themselves, and they will fight to the end, without hesitation.
#7 - NATO Will Soon Involve Itself in a Multi-front War
In Ukraine, in the Middle East, domestically in Europe and North America, for sure, and probably with China too. Within a year from now, the countries of NATO will be in a kinetic shooting war in most, if not all, of these places. And they will be getting their butts kicked, on all Fronts. just like they have in Ukraine. The Houthis have already defeated the US-backed invasion on the ground in Yemen, and they have proven their ability and willingness to hit targets in the Red Sea. What the Houthis have done in the Red Sea, Iran can do in the Persian Gulf. The logistics alone make it impossible for the US/EU to win, but their naval and commercial ships will be sitting ducks for Iranian and Houthi missiles, in the Red Sea and the Persian Gulf, and treated accordingly.
NATO's misadventures in Ukraine have absolutely depleted both the military and economic reserves of the US and EU, and Russia has proven that they cannot be beaten, even by the full power of NATO, in a war using conventional weapons in Ukraine. So NATO will use their unconventional weapons - nuclear, biological and chemical. They have done it before, they will do it again.
The farmer's uprisings going on throughout Europe will only grow in both size and intensity, as will the confrontation between Texas (plus the 25 states that support Texas) and the US federal government. In France, the police are literally handing out chocolate to the farmers who have blockaded Paris, dumped manure in front of government buildings and burned trucks with foreign produce. These are extremely militant actions, violent felonies, and it is only because of the fear on the part of the government and police that an equally violent reaction has not occurred. They will, but not yet, and not in the traditional form of suppressing uprisings. The NATO Nazis will use nuclear weapons on the foreign Fronts, and biological weapons against their own citizens domestically. You have been warned.
The same goes for the "Dis-united" States. The conflict between the "Liberals" and "Conservatives" has now gone far beyond any possible peaceful political resolution. There will be another US Civil War. It may not be sparked by the current confrontation on the Mexican border, but most certainly, it will begin shortly after the upcoming US "election", which will again be rigged, and more obviously and blatantly than ever. On purpose.
#6 - Genocide and War Crimes Will Continue and Increase, in Gaza and Elsewhere
The horrific slaughter and war crimes in Gaza are not primarily about "defeating Hamas" or even stealing the last remaining land from the Palestinian People. The main purpose of the genocide in Gaza is to move the Overton Window to a place where genocide becomes not only acceptable, but unremarkable and commonplace. Soon, they will do in the US and Europe what they are now doing in Gaza. The current death toll in Gaza from bombing and shooting, of mostly civilians by the IDF stands at 27,000 as of today.
Tomorrow, it will be higher still, but that number will soon be eclipsed by the number of deaths from famine and disease caused by the Israeli blockade and the failure of any international response to prevent it. Israel and its lackeys in the US and EU have laughed in the faces of the ICJ and UN, proving the collusion and abject impotence of international law. What is the use of "international law" if it is not enforced? It is totally useless and incapable of being used to prevent the ongoing slaughter in Gaza, and the multiple genocides that are on the horizon across the globe.
Economic sanctions and blockades of humanitarian supplies are every bit as deadly as missiles, bombs and bullets. Who can forget the half million Iraqi children murdered by US economic sanctions against Iraq under the Clinton regime, that Madeleine Albright said "were worth it"? Quite a few, apparently. But they forget at their peril - The blockade of Iraq, like the blockade of Gaza, are examples of what's to come, genocide by depriving millions, or billions, of people of food, water, medicine, electricity, transportation, communication, everything, in fact, that is required to sustain life, that will be used against all areas and people that oppose the Nazis of the 21st century, including in the US and Europe.
Death by starvation is the worst possible death that there is. It is slow and painful, humiliating, and creates a mad desperation in which people become willing to sell their children or their souls for a cup of gruel or a handful of Soylent Green. And this is exactly the weapon that will be used by 21st century Nazis, but it is not the only one. Nuclear and chemical weapons will be used on the battlefields of Ukraine and the Middle East, and biological weapons will be unleashed not only against foreign adversaries, but also domestically.
#5 - The War Will Be Global, and It Will Be Based on Economic Status, Not Nationality
The war will not be between nations, it will be a war of the Parasite Class, the "Golden Billion" that exists in every nation on Earth, against the majority of Humanity. Famine, pestilence (disease), and military conflict will be the main methods used to depopulate the planet of the majority of its human inhabitants. This war has already begun, and as in chess, we are now entering the Middle Game, where all the death and destruction take place. After the Middle Game comes the End Game, and the world will be vastly different for those few who will be left when they get there.
#4 - Trump Will Not Be the Next US President
In the 21st century, only idiots vote in the US. Same goes for Europe. The US "elections" in the last few decades have been marked by a blatant and impudent fraudulence, as if it were being done openly and intentionally, just to rub it in the faces of the chumps who still vote, who continue to believe they could win in a crooked game of 3 card monte. Which is exactly the case. Even though Trump is just another huckster and servant of the Parasite Class, he has zero chance of being again, for the third time, elected US President, or at least of taking the office, which is all that counts.
Even if he doesn't have a "heart attack" or suddenly succumb to some mysterious form of "turbo cancer", or "accidentally" fall off the balcony of his penthouse on the 54th floor, he currently stands indicted on 91 felony charges in four separate court cases. And though being indicted, convicted or even actually being in prison does not preclude one from running for, or even being elected President, being in prison does prevent one from actually moving into the White House. And Dandy Donny Trump ain't no Eugene Debs.
There are four charges against Trump, having to do with the J6 "insurrection", that in fact do prevent anyone who is convicted of them from holding office. Trump already had the 2020 election stolen from him, and he took it like a punk, and didn't do anything about it when he had the chance. How can anyone believe he would do anything different if he gets punked again? Besides, Trump and the Republicans are owned and controlled by the same scum who own and control Biden and the Democrats. They will decide who moves into the White House on January 20th, 2025, and you can bet, it won't be Trump. Or Biden.
#3 - Biden Will Not Be the Next US President. He Won't Even Run
Biden can't even walk, so how can he run? He slithered into the White House after a rigged and stolen election, and proceeded to ensconce the most corrupt, contemptible and humiliating presidential administration in US history. No competent person can deny or even question the obvious fact that Biden is not capable enough to bathe himself, much less be President. And while Biden may not have as many felony charges as Trump has, if there was any justice at all left in the USA, (there isn't) Biden's degenerate drug addict sex pervert son would be facing a number of charges that would make Trump's 91 felony charges look like a parking ticket. (He won't.)
Because, of course, one of Biden's cronies, hand-picked by those who own and control both parties and the entire US government, will be installed in the White House to make sure all Hunter's charges simply "go away". If actually charged for the multitude of crimes which are already irrefutably proven by the evidence on his infamous laptop, Hunter Biden can be counted on to sing like a canary and squeal like a pig on anyone and everyone, including his own senile father, at even the first thought of jail time.
There's no chance he could even handle a few weeks or months in jail. He must have protection from the very top, and only the White House can provide that kind of protection. And obviously, it has worked so far, so it will continue to work again. The next US President can't be a Republican, they would put Hunter on trial, just as the Democrats have done to Trump. And Hunter Biden knows as much as Epstein, and cannot be allowed to talk. The next President has to be a Democrat, which is exactly what it's going to be. Biden will not be re-elected, because he won't even run. Nor will the cackling harpy, Vice-President Harris. They, like Hunter's felony charges, will simply "go away", swept into the dustbin of history like a wad of used kleenex.
The non-entities who make up the top ten Democratic contenders for US President in 2024 are an insipid tribe of political pygmies and perennial losers who are about as important and inspiring as the aforementioned kleenex. No sane person would vote for any of them. And none of them will be President in January 2025. Nor will any of the sold out mob of craven lickspittles that make up the rat's nest collection of Republican candidates (including the lead contender against Trump, Nicky Haley, who is currently trailing 20 percentage points behind "None of the Above" in the Nevada Republican primaries) look. But The Powers That Be have already decided that it won't be a Republican, (it won't) it will be a Democrat (it will) who moves into the White House next year. But it won't be any of those listed above. Read on, I will tell you exactly who it will be. Brace yourselves.
#2 - The Next US President Will Be... Mobomba!!!
"Mobomba", is an amalgamation of "Michelle" and "Obomba", Barack Obama's well-earned nickname, as the "drone killer" President, who personally authorised 540 lethal drone attacks that killed at least 3,797 people, of whom at least 10% were innocent civilians, including at least one teenage US citizen. In exactly the same way that Dick Cheney was the shot-caller behind Bush Junior, and as Bush Senior called the shots behind Ronald Reagan, Barack Obama is now coming to the end of his third term as de facto President of the USA, the one who has been hiding behind the curtain and making every decision of the Biden regime all along. Obomba's work has again proven satisfactory to his masters, so shortly will begin his fourth term, hiding in the wings behind his spouse, "Michelle", (who may or may not have been born an actual biological female) and will soon be the next President of the USA. Take it to the bank, and remember you first heard it here.
I was born in 1960, I remember when JFK was murdered, and since then, every US President has been worse than the one before. This trend will continue with the selection of Mobomba. The 2024 US Presidential "election" is a freak show distraction for the rubes who still think that voting means anything in the 21st century USA. Meanwhile, it's all already been decided, and things will go on as usual. The rich will get richer, the ultra-rich parasites will continue to get ultra-richer, and the hard working and long suffering majority of Humanity will continue to be targeted for extermination and ground into the dust, through poverty, pestilence, famine and war. Mobomba will not only be the worst President in US history, they (pronoun is correct) will go down as the most malignant despot in human history. Caligula, Vlad the Impaler (who was Romanian, not Russian), Hitler. Mobomba. The Antichrist. And now, folks, for the Number One Texas Bentley Top Ten Prediction for 2024... (Drum roll, please.)
#1 - Everything Will Still Be Ok
Things are going to get worse, much, much worse, and they will probably never get better. You and all those you love will probably suffer more than you could ever imagine, and then you will die. The next few decades will probably be, barring a miracle, the most horrific in all of recorded human history. Famine, plague, World War Three. The reign of the Antichrist. The extermination, like insects, of the vast majority of Humanity, folks like you and me. All brought on, on purpose, by genuinely satanic forces in human form. No one gets out alive.
But don't worry too much about it. Just keep on keepin' on. Don't sell your soul, don't betray your Humanity. We can't save the world, it's already too late for that. But we can still save our own souls, by doing everything we can to try and save the world, being on the right side of truth and justice and Humanity, fighting against the demons in this world, putting them out of their misery when we can. And in the end, that's what counts - that we tried. You know, like Don Quixote's Impossible Dream. Obviously, the devil is real, and here now. You can literally see him in the faces of Klaus Schwab and Bill Gates, Chrystia Freeland and Victoria Nuland, and in their every action. But if the devil is real, then that means God must also be real. And He is. Remember that. Don't just believe it, understand it. That everything we do in this life, good or evil, right or wrong, comes back to us in equal measure. Everything. And what could be more beautiful than that? This is not the only world, and this is not the only life. As my homeboy Bill Hicks used to say, "It's just a ride." We will all get to the end of it, and then beyond. And get everything we deserve. Be brave, be good, say your prayers, trust in God.
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Still suspicious
Even though this is an old interview during Covid, it's strange that at no point during the interview do either of them mention that the numbers were being bumped up in order to make the Trump Administration look incompetent in handling the virus, and subliminally convince Americans to vote him out….and also somehow create a crack in the voting system to be able to cause false election results. I wrote this email to my family on May 13, 2020…"A few comments on Coronavirus. I predict the Liberal Democrats are going to pressure the government to keep the lockdown going until Election Day. That's their scheme to win the election. We'll see if it works. I do predict an upset though, the Trump might be taking a dive. I predict corrupt election results cause an upset"….
What did happen a few months before the election…We have three special needs daughters all allowed to vote. All three of them are registered Democrats and each of them received three mail-in ballots(I still have the pictures to prove it)….pipe down, they all voted for the Trump, In-Person at the voting booth in 2020…but I'm suspicious till this day as to how many other Democrats mailed in all three or more of the mail-in ballots they received. I have to assume a few million or more. FYI in the government research I've done over the past 4 yrs there isn't any way of verifying that you or anyone mailed three ballots in, and all will be counted. There also isn't any verification or tracking to prevent people from voting in multiple states. So a person can vote in all 50 states if they were capable of traveling that fast, and all 50 of your votes would count. Found that on a government website, individual States are only responsible for tallying the Votes in that State.
On another note. I have to mention this because I've posted this 20 or more times on various platforms and emailed CBS, FOX, NBC, ABC and other media outlets this information and to this day I've never received any response….I watched a story on local Miami news just 9 days before the election of 2020 that showed a pallet of 100,000 fake voter ID's that had been stopped at the Port or Miami. The story showed Miami Port officers standing around the pallet. Where were they being shipped to? Whose names were on the ID's? Were ballots cast linked to those ID's? Where are they now?
You can't even find that story online anymore. It's as if it was squashed and removed from history. I wish I recorded it that night because I would've shared it a thousand times by now. But not a peep on the internet about that story exists anywhere.
Can someone please find that story and find out where those Voter ID's are and get answers to the questions above?
Final note, to this day I still don't know one person that died of Covid. Nobody of the 120 old golfers I play golf with died. All over 60 yrs old. None of their family members. No one from my or my wife's family. None of my 100 old friends and classmates from NJ or anyone in their families. None of the 76 co-workers and their family members that I worked with at the airport. But we all caught Covid…..Elon Musk just said "I don't know anyone that died of Covid"
The statistics show that 1.2 million people died of Covid in the U.S. The population of Bangladesh is a little more than Half of the United States, but they live in an area the size of Illinois. They should've been emaciated by Covid, or minimally had half as many deaths as we had, yet they only had 29,479 deaths. I'm pretty sure we lied significantly regarding the impact of Covid in order to get President Trump out of office. It was a brilliant strategy on the part of Democrats and it worked. It will go down in History as the greatest covert manipulation of the American people. Job well done Democrats….but you might've created the greatest comeback in Presidential History….(although I'm pretty sure the Democrats will do whatever it takes to prevent the Trump from winning…they'll even pull the tri…..) Prayers for the Greatest Nation ever created. God bless America
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and the next instalment of the merlin gif analysis saga is...
gwaine realising he's in love with merlin
because i want to make myself cry
Glossing over the fact that the first gif actually makes something in my chest clench, this seems to be the episode where Gwaine realises that he might be a lot little in love with Merlin.
Elyan definitely seems to believe that Gwaine is in love with someone in 5×06 (thanks @sneakyboymerlin for reminding me of that) and you could argue that Gwaine's lack of interaction with Merlin in 5×05 proves that it's not Merlin he's in love with, but think about it.
Gwaine rarely reveals his true feelings when he's around other people, but Merlin seems to be the exception. He's put himself out on the line before (yes I'm thinking about the 'Not Arthur' scene, I'm always thinking about that scene) because he can't seem to help but lay himself bare in front of Merlin. So if he's realised that he cares for Merlin a bit more than he should, he is going to be terrified of revealing that fact, and avoids Merlin because that's the only way he is going to be able to process his feelings.
Because Gwaine has it bad.
He loves Merlin subtly, powerfully. In the first gif, he casts a glance over his shoulder to make sure that Percival is still behind him and has still got hold of Merlin (honestly I don't know what they'd do without Percival, he's essentially the assigned transportation knight) and what's really interesting is what Gwaine is doing with his hand. It's not quite gripped on his sword, but hovering above it, with the fingers splayed. And perhaps I'm projecting but that is a movement I usually associate with trying to calm yourself down when panicked. As if he's telling himself to take a breath and everything will be fine. And the way Gwaine takes Merlin from Percival is so painfully gentle. He lets Merlin's body fall into his arms, rather than actively manipulating his form with his hands. Gwaine seems very reluctant to disturb Merlin in any way at all, choosing to kneel behind his head and slow down the process of setting Merlin down, despite the situation being quite dire. He handles Merlin like he's a glass ornament, as if he's afraid of him shattering at any moment.
Merlin is relatively well-supported by the makeshift bed they've got going on, yet Gwaine chooses to leave his hand resting on Merlin's shoulder. In fact, it doesn't look just like it's resting, but he's moulded his whole hand to fit around Merlin's shoulder. His hand doesn't need to be there. Gwaine doesn't even need to be there. He could easily be stood with the other knights, yet his instinct is to be as close to Merlin as he can. The only way he could be closer is by having Merlin in his lap, but that would probably make it more difficult for Gaius to examine him.
Gwaine has never really been one to shy away from physical contact. In the season 3 episodes he consistently provides Merlin with hugs (mostly when Arthur has rejected him but we'll get onto that whole thing in a bit) despite not knowing each other for that long. Even later on in this episode, he drops all the firewood to give Merlin a hug when he recovers. There seems to be an instinctive urge to be close to Merlin. And the fact that Merlin's head is resting on Gwaine's forearm is making me want to curl up in a ball and scream. And maybe Gwaine has never questioned this eagerness for physical contact before. But by the second gif, I think he knows what his initial refusal to be away from an unconscious Merlin means.
And a key part to this analysis is something I never thought I'd be looking at in depth, as glorious as it is: Gwaine's hair.
The first image directly follows the first gif, and the second image precedes the second gif. You can see that Gwaine's hair in the first image is much flatter than it is in the second. By the time Arthur and Co have left and Merlin is still unconscious, Gwaine seems to have been running his hands consistently through his hair. It's significantly messier and, whilst it could be argued that the wind plays a part, Gaius's hair remains largely unaltered. And one way to try and deal with stress or panic is to run your fingers through your hair again and again. It's not difficult to believe that Gwaine has been pacing up and down doing exactly that because Merlin is still not waking up.
If he was panicked before, then he's feeling tormented now. His hair, pushed out of his face in the first gif and image, is falling unchecked into his face and Gwaine, who usually keeps his hair in a relatively immaculate condition, is doing nothing about it. Because Merlin is lying right in front of him, potentially dying, and he has no clue how to deal with that.
In the second gif, Gwaine partially turns away and looks up, seeming to take a quick breath. He's deliberately not looking at either Merlin or Gaius, and this reaction comes after Gaius implies that Merlin could have internal injuries. And if there's internal damage and Gaius doesn't know how to deal with it, then Merlin doesn't stand a chance. And it's quite possible that Gwaine is looking up like that to try and blink away tears or just to ground himself. Merlin has been seriously injured before (think of the writers using him as a bit of a punching bag in season 4) but that damage was always external and Merlin was healed rather quickly. If it's internal, then nothing can be done by Gwaine. And it is when Gwaine is faced with the thought of being without Merlin that he realises just how much he needs him.
And when there's the slimmest chance that Gwaine might be able to help, he launches himself into it. When Gaius tells him to get firewood, he starts off in a manner that is almost a sprint, before seeming to realise that being in that much of a rush would expose his feelings, and he hesitates before electing for a fast walk instead. Because the only way he can keep himself from falling apart is to focus on helping Merlin and the possibility that he might be alright after all.
Look at his face here. He is stunned, then ecstatic, then confused. And the way that he moves towards Merlin makes it clear that he is not going to give him the trademark one-armed hug, but a full-on embrace. And Merlin brushes Gwaine off, because he doesn't have the time because Arthur is in danger and Gwaine probably should be paying more attention to what Merlin is saying but he's not. He's giving Gaius a tender smile as if to thank him for helping Merlin.
Gwaine hasn't made any mention of Arthur or the knights, even though it is a dangerous mission with or without knowing it's a trap, and his preoccupation with Merlin shows just how deeply he cares for him. The fact that his first instinct is once again to make physical contact with him, even though there was the prospect of internal damage and hugging Merlin might not have been the best thing to do, just says that Gwaine has got it tremendously bad for Merlin.
It took the thought of Merlin dying for Gwaine to realise that he was in love with him, and Gwaine spends the rest of the series struggling to deal with that.
He distances himself from Merlin for two episodes, not engaging in any conversations with just the two of them, until--
THE SUBTEXT.
Merlin's glance down in the first gif, demonstrating that he'd also do anything to protect his mother, is one thing, but Gwaine's reaction? The subtle sag of his body, the eyes darting down away from Merlin, the gentle swallow. In that moment, he's thinking how he would do anything to protect Merlin. Gwaine's gaze lingers on Merlin for a moment before he looks away, realising that Merlin has no idea how he feels about him. There's so much tenderness in that one look, especially after the slight annoyance that there seemed to be when Merlin kept talking about Arthur.
Gwaine was Merlin's friend before he was a knight. But Merlin only seems to see him as a knight these days, and Gwaine seems to decide that the only way he can indicate any of the love he has for Merlin is by being what Merlin wants him to be: a soldier to protect Arthur.
You have my word on it, Merlin.
You have my word that I will protect the one you care about the most. You have my word that I will keep him safe for you, so you don't have to feel the same pain I did. You have my word that I will put my life on the line for him, because he means more to you than I ever will.
Because this is when Gwaine realises that though he may love Merlin, Merlin will not love him back.
The way Gwaine falls back in his chair is incredibly interesting. There seems to be a bit of an impact with his shoulders, suggesting that he's hitting it with some force, but his limbs seem pretty tense. He's not slumping back in it from fatigue, he seems to be subtly throwing himself back in it. Because when Merlin was injured, Gwaine was thinking only about him and worrying about his welfare. But when Gwaine himself is injured (or has faced a threat of injury), Merlin spends the whole time talking about Arthur. And Gwaine can never measure up to Arthur. Gwaine only received hugs from Merlin when he'd been rejected by Arthur; a part of him believes that he's second best to Arthur in Merlin's eyes. And Gwaine is resigned to that, to never being able to measure up to Arthur, but is not happy about it. But he clings on to Merlin in whatever ways he can. By protecting Arthur. By greeting him when he's released from the cells and being one of the first faces he sees.
And just before their final interaction in the finale, Gwaine doesn't give Merlin a hug after Merlin has faced injury, but a touch on the arm. A touch that is incredibly similar to the one Arthur has given Merlin many times.
Because maybe, just maybe, if Gwaine can prove that he's similar to Arthur, then Merlin might look at him in the same way he looks at Arthur. Might prioritise Gwaine for once. Might even return a fraction of the love that Gwaine hasn't known what to do with for most of the season.
Gwaine would do anything for Merlin, but, by the final season, Merlin only sees him as a shield for Arthur.
#good morning everyone#maybe i am just projecting my behaviours and reactions onto gwaine but i think the point does stand#i feel like this does very much link to merlin's lack of self-worth and how he feels arthur is more important than him#gwaine could prove him wrong but gwaine doesn’t want to face rejection#so he drops subtle hints everywhere but never comes straight out with it#but in conclusion gwaine loves merlin and eira is a rebound and merlin is too preoccupied with keeping arthur alive to notice anything#so gwaine never reveals his feelings#and everyone ends up unhappy#so yay to that#merlin#gwaine#merwaine#merlin meta#merlin gif thoughts#bbc merlin#my gifs#merlin spoilers#bbc merlin spoilers#merlin season 5 spoilers
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🚨HLITF 🚨 Shinonome Ayumu’s Special Story
Story of the Ring Necklace
「こんなの贈るの···キミが初めてだから」
"This is the first time I give you something like this"
I don't know if we'll get this story translated. I hope so, cause this would be a nice complementary story. It’s only one episode long but it's so cute and I am sorry that it took me a long time to finally done translating it (6 months or more 🙃). Here's my attempt to translate and summarized the special story.
(Ps. I think you could access it for free on HLITF special story on 100恋+)
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(This story was told from Ayumu’s POV)
There was a feature on TV Show talked about giving a ring as a gift to significant others. It talked about a ring that is very popular among women. Typical Ayumu was thinking that his MC would like that kind of thing, but he doesn’t have any plan to give a ring to MC.
Announcer “You have to show your love once in a while.”
Commentator “Many men, in particular, believe that their girlfriend’s affection will continue unconditionally. But that is not true... hahaha.”
Annoying. I feel like I’ve been hit on my sore spot.
Ayumu was thinking that if it was his old self it would be impossible to get bother by thing like this. Honestly, he couldn’t deny that he is a bit curious about what kind of reaction he would get if he give MC a present.
I wonder what she would look like if I give her a present. Will she laugh or cry? Either way, I’m sure it’s a face that only me could see.
.... I don’t think it’s a bad idea to see such a face.
So that is how Ayumu ended up in Department Store. Ayumu went to a jewelry store after a lot of thought and he felt uncomfortable because there were a lot of women. He keep reassuring himself that it wasn’t because of that feature on TV Show. It because he thought it would be nice to surprise his girlfriend. Ayumu took courage and he gets closed toward the ring section.
So many... This could take longer than I imagined.
The aesthetic sense in me won’t allow me to compromise. (T/N: Seriously, this guy.. 😂)
My girlfriend seems to be happy at whatever she’s given though. I’m sure she wouldn’t know the difference between the ring.
There’re so many design of the rings. Ayumu’s couldn’t choose one, so he examined each rings seriously. That’s until the store clerk came and gave Ayumu hand to choose a ring for mc. The store clerk was asking if it would be a present to his girlfriend and what kind of woman MC is.
Ayumu “... Persistent, stupid, noisy”
Ayumu “... Stupidly honest, straightforward, self-righteousness “
Ayumu “And stupid”
Store Clerk “You said stupid three times in total! I could feel your love!!”
(T/N: hahaha everyone could see through that he is a dork for his mc but him and mc!)
The store clerk then suggested to chose according to the meaning of the stone. The store clerk explained that each ring is decorated with different stone, just like flower language, stones also have meanings. So they began to choose the ring based on the meaning of the stone. Although Ayumu thought that it would be useless that his MC would never know the meaning of stone and it would be just a bother to try explaining it to her, he thought that it’d be more meaningful than just choosing based on the design. (T/N: I think at this point we all know that he is just being tsun while keep telling himself that it he doesn’t really think too on it when the truth is that he really took his time to choose one! 😆)
While listened to the store clerk’s explanation, Ayumu suddenly saw.. a simple red stoned ring.
That certainly is...my birthstone. I remember my girl told me before.
Ayumu “Ruby..”
Store Clerk “Ah, I think it’s perfect!”
Ayumu “eh?”
Store Clerk “The meaning of the ruby is...”
Finaly Ayumu bought the ruby ring and because MC couldn’t wear a ring at work so he also bought a chain so MC could wear it as a necklace. It couldn’t be help that romance is prohibited at their department so in order to avoid any mess she could wear it as a necklace. If MC wears a ring, her superiors won’t be silent. Ayumu also thought that it would be a great insects repellent. (T/N: Somehow I love it when Ayumu’s getting petty and jealous.)
At the end it was told that MC has contacted Ayumu that she would come to his apartment. By the time Ayumu’s going home, she would have eagerly been waiting at home.
But maybe it’s okay to be honest once in a while.
I’m going to give her the ring.
While imagining her reaction when I give it to her, I walk back home with a light step.
赤く輝くルビー。
その意味は "情熱 · 生命 · 愛情"
仕事に何よりも"情熱"を持って向き合うあの子に。
すべてをかけて国民の"生命"を守るあの子に。
そしてーーー オレからの"愛情"を込めて。
The Red Shining Ruby.
The meanings are 'Passion • Life • Love'
For the girl who works with 'Passion' more than anything else.
For the girl who does everything to protect the 'Life' of people.
and... with 'Love' from me. 💕
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Aah the last one is so cute and pure. 😭 I am not okay. It’s not okay to be this sweet. My heart cannot take it...
I love the explanation of this ring because one, Ruby is Ayumu's birthstone. Two, its meaning is explained splendidly by Ayumu and the last that it's matched so well with his MC!! Uugh I want to see MC's reaction so badly.
I love the Gerbera pendant and this Ruby ring. Those two things have deeper meaning about Ayumu’s perspective of MC in their relationship. I like them both. It always been so consistent since the first season. Despite his tsun nature, he always think and care about his MC.
And this! I found these really interesting especially after reading Ayumu's season 0.
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Okay, this is supposedly to be a summary of special story but here I am ranting, so I think that's it for now.
Now just imagine when Ayumu chooses ring to pop the question I think he would be more bewildered than this!
I hope I could translate more cause there're special stories from last year event that I really like. Especially the one from his benefits for being 1st on 2019th General Election! I would try my best 🥲.
Have a nice day everyone! Take care ☺
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social media truly is toxic for your mental health. I just went through my Instagram and un-followed around 130 people/pages over the last two days because I realized it wasn't doing anything for me to be connected with these people/accounts. I recently saw a meme, of all things, that said something along the lines of, "this thing isn't actually a big deal, you just secretly enjoy being angry." And this really got me thinking about something else I recently saw which was like, "social media companies have figured out that what keeps people engaged are anger and sex and so those things get incorporated into the algorithm to keep you scrolling and scrolling."
I had been following lots of political accounts—some were actual politicians in Congress, others were former politicians, some were advocacy, many were meme accounts, and many many were identity politics accounts. I think when I re-joined Instagram in May 2020 Instagram got flooded with social justice fervor, which then continued through the rest of the summer into the election of November 2020, followed soon thereafter by the Jan. 6 insurrection hysteria, and then again the following spring in April 2021 with the escalation of the Israel-Palestine conflict. Things maybe calmed down for a bit during the summer until the US withdrawal from Afghanistan in August 2021, then the Texas anti-abortion bill soon afterwards, then Covid Delta surge in October 2021 which then was followed for like a 3-month period between November 2021 and January 2022 of Covid Omicron surge. This was then capped off by the Russian invasion of Ukraine in February 2022.
Basically, Instagram is now the place of doom-scrolling. I wouldn't say all accounts or content produced surrounding these events are bad either, in fact some of them contained good bits of analysis for all these events. That doesn't mean it's good to be constantly scrolling through there though. Like maybe if you were someone who doesn't extensively use IG or rely on it to stay in touch with people back home or with other long-distance friends, then you aren't actually on there that much so the algorithm's temptation isn't there to exploit you as much. For me, however, I never really stepped away from IG after it blew up with fervor in June 2020. I relied it on since I didn't really know anyone in my new city—and it's tough to meet new people when you're constantly busy with schoolwork anyway—so I was kinda trapped in my room (monk's cell?) through these whole past two years with Instagram being one of my few escapes. And when one of your only escapes is constantly telling you how bad the world is and constantly trying to apply sociological analyses onto every single thing, it really starts to make you feel like everything is hopeless.
And there it is—"you are here because you enjoy being angered, etc.". The algorithm gave me these pages to look at because it profiled me and found out how to keep me engaged. I don't enjoy being angry but social media likes you to be angry while on their platforms so you don't leave. I think part of truly being mindful is understanding when a space is actively working against your wellbeing and, if so, then you need to take action to either reconstruct that space or leave. I've done both. I removed a lot of people who I don't know from my feed and I've had a time limit on IG that I've been following for a few months now (probably February of this year).
There is something very weird. It's almost like if you aren't posting on IG, are you even real? We have our online and in-person personas and I'm not sure it's so good to compartmentalize our minds into these halves if we aren't being paid to do it. Probably the best thing to do is actually leave IG but I don't have the will to do that, just because I have so many people I'm connected with on there that I wouldn't have connection with otherwise. But maybe that's also the point? We'll see.
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The Hateful 8: Chris Mannix was made the Sheriff of Red Rock by his siblings so they could kill him from a distance.
Tl;dr: Due to his intelligence, mouth, and aspirations, Chris Mannix "was" appointed Sheriff of Red Rock via a sham election organized by his siblings so they could kill him anonymously from a distance.
I love the ambiguous nature of Walton Goggin's character Chris Mannix in The Hateful Eight. A man who joined his father and family to ransack towns in order to inspire fear for the Confederacy, dying by the side of the type of person he hated most. All whilst claiming to be a lawman. And it's always made me wonder if he was telling the truth or.... not really actually. I always thought he was telling the truth. Cause he never lies throughout the whole movie. In fact, he catches several people in lies (Marquis, Gage, Daisy). There are even several times where he refers to himself as a Sheriff believing that he will live to carry out his threats. He's either an excellent actor with his own side game in this movie, or he truly believes what he says is true.
Here's where things get subjective and I don't have a lot of information on (Part of why I'm putting it out to the world.). There's a line by John Ruth where he says that Chris is Erskine Mannix's youngest boy. Now here's where you can imply a few things. We know he's not an only child definitely not one of two sibling, or Ruth would refer to Chris as "the other one" or some such. And he says youngest boy so we can infer that Erskine had daughters. Meaning that if this is a regular Carolinan family from the 1800's, they would have as many kids as possible. Low ball estimate of 2 girls and 4 boys. But enough of them to dislike the little one.
Now let's look at Chris. If he's the youngest of the family then one could infer that he's had the hard life. Almost a runt in the litter type. But he's a man who values dignity and true leadership. Both traits of honest men. Then if we take what he says about being Sheriff to be true, he also never tells a lie, makes a deception, or attempts to hurt/kill anyone preemptively (at least any one that hadn't already tried to kill him 😄). He even realizes his tongue is getting him into stupid trouble on the stagecoach so he shuts down the conversation and apologizes for his getting riled up. Clearly a man that understands the rules of society and is happy to play by them. Yet still an honest man nonetheless.
His honesty can even be seen in his dissemination of other people's lies. It takes him less than 15 minutes after learning of Marquis' letter to realize it was a fake, and he didn't even have to read it. All he did was add up the pieces of Major Marquis Warren he knew. Joe Gage he more or less guessed/used instinct. But, he figured out that all of what Daisy Domergue said was bullshit the same way he figured out Warren's letter was shit: character context clues. So, he's great at spotting lies. This will come in later with the family bit.
This is what makes me think about this the most though. He always refers to himself as the new Sheriff of Red Rock. Not just in greetings but in negotiation stances and regular interactions. When Mannix meets John Ruth and Co. and Ruth asks for his badge, Chris tells them that if they're bounty hunters, it's him they're taking their dead bounties to. And when John Ruth refuses to let him board without manacles, Mannix tells O.B. that he will be legally obliged to inform the Marshal at Red Rock that Ruth left the new Sheriff to freeze without assisting him. A similar thing happens when they reach the Haberdashery. When Marquis draws his weapon on Sanford E. Smithers, and Oswaldo Mobray's reminds him that he'll hang in Red Rock if he does. Mannix steps next to Smithers and reaffirms that he will make sure that Marquis will hang, seeing that he is the new Sheriff and all. In fact, one of the first things that Chris does is interact with the person he believes to be Red Rock's new hangman. Going so far as to ask if he can see the hanging papers for the man who shot the Sheriff that Chris is replacing. He even cordially chats up with Oswaldo, reasoning they'll be working together soon.
And finally, near his deathbed, with no one to care, he declares his "first and final act, as the Sheriff of Red Rock" is to have Domergue hanged. A rather strange moment to commit to a lie, if it were one. Especially considering Marquis lets him read the faux Lincoln letter minutes letter. Sure seems like the perfect opportunity to confess all of one's lies and yet Chris stays quiet. So we can assume that he meant what he said. Or at least, he thought it was true....
This is where the Mannix family comes back into play. We learn during bits of dialogue throughout the movie that Erskine Mannix led a team of Confederate rebels known as Erskine's Marauders during and after the Civil War. It can be implied that the entire Mannix family was apart of this, since it's said their numbers reached around 400. So of course Erskine's kids would hop on this hate train. Chris says as much when talking about fighting under his father's command. Erskine Mannix held the Marauders together after the war with nothing but his command and respect. In fact, it's one of the things Chris most admired about his father. You can tell he looked up to his daddy.
Now I get into the extrapolating subjective era. Remember what I said about the number of kids? Call it 6 kids for Erskine with Chris being the youngest but probably smartest. Several characters also bring up that Erskine died recently. So this leaves a power vacuum. It's probably one of those situations like in the stagecoach where he can run his mouth a bit too much, or like he does with Ruth and Warren, use legal leverage to gain an upper hand. (If this was Game of Thrones, Chris would be a Tyrion type character. Good natured, hated, but bloody good at playing the game.). He's a player that needed to be shut up. I'd wager there came a time after/before Erskine died where Chris wanted more power in the family. He started to exert influence and amass bits of power, becoming more politically dangerous. Sort of like Fredo.
Seeing this, his brothers and sisters decide to hatch a simple scheme to kill him one of three ways. First, they pay a man to kill the Sheriff in Red Rock (I imagine as Marauders they would have plenty of cash. Look at Chris, he ain't dressed in rags.) and bribe public officials to rig the election so Chris becomes Sheriff. They do this in order to make it seem authentic to the already established sharp-eyed Chris Mannix. With the hard part done, next comes the killing. The first death they set up in Red Rock along with the previous bribing. All it takes is finding someone else *also* willing to kill the Sheriff. That way when Chris comes to town, he suffers the same fate as the Sheriff before him. Second way is by horse. This is closer to conjecture but Chris doesn't seem to have the attachment to his horse that Marquis did. Meaning either that it wasn't his horse, it was but he didn't care, or that no one asked him so that's something about him we'll never know. What it could mean though, is that he was given a lame horse without his knowledge. Third thing is the blizzard. It's a long distance from Wyoming to Red Rock. And a blizzard that large would have signs that would be spottable even back then. So he was sent into a white hell on a lame horse heading to an eventual bullet. Sounds like a plan that we're not seeing all the pieces of. So if his family was planning to get rid of him and his overly smart and mouthy ways, they had set up several opportunities to have it done.
Final weird thing to think about. There is a complaint that The Hateful Eight title doesn't work numerically with the characters we are given and their backstories. To that I would add that it does. I think O.B. and Mannix are the two odd "good" guys out, either with integrity or by not trying to actively hurt anyone in the story. Everyone of the main characters tries to kill other people in cold blood, and only O.B. and Mannix shoot no one, or wait until they are shot at. And if you include his telling the truth to himself that he is Sheriff, then he and O.B. are the only "pure of heart" ones.
In the end, Chris was telling the truth and also unknowingly lying. True that he'd been made Sheriff, and a lie that he would stay that way for long. He's the best of both worlds. The greyest of grey characters.
#quentin tarantino#the hateful eight#the hateful 8#samuel l jackson#kurt russell#walton goggins#tim roth#bruce dern#jennifer jason leigh#michael madsen#demian bichir#channing tatum#movies#movie#ennio morricone#fan theory#fan thoughts#hateful eight
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